Raised Fist: The First Order

Rising: The Prolouge

  'These posters disgust me.' Mike says as he rips the propaganda off the poorly maintained wall. It was a poster advertising Americas brand new chemical warfare they had stupidly started, it made Mike sick to even see posters of them. The recent presidential election left San Fransiscos economy to its knees, but it's weapons flourishing. Chemicals and weapons of mass destruction were being produced through san Fransisco, all of its money being thrown towards the pointless things. The new president has a thirst for power, and a thirst for BLOOD, he was a mad man. Mike was the only that thought this though. Everyone was brainwashed by the media, believing that he was doing this for the greater good for everyone. Mike and his friend, Shane, thought otherwise. They had plans, big plans.

  They believed that whatever was going on over by Japan was not what they were told it was, Mike and Shane always believed that somethings needed to changed. No one else thought this, and whenever Mike tried to convince everyone otherwise, he was seen as a fool, and was frowned upon by society. Mike and Shane had a brilliant plan to turn them all around to join their cause. And they believed it was going to work. Mike also lays awake and night, contemplating on why people felt so comfortable, and why they believed that everything was fine. They had military officers around every corner, either standing guard to 'protect', or taking advantage of those that they're 'protecting'. Women would be pulled into ally ways by the officers, and the woman would always walk out... Changed. Not in a good way.

  Young boys were pulled into military transports, being drafted into Americas so called good cause. They would tell parents that it's for the good of the children and they're children would return again. They never would. There was trash littered all around the street, and barrels that had fire in them, keeping people warm in the cold autum air, that lashed at the unfourtant exposed skin; all because the heaters were no longer functioning. Yet, people went on with their days like nothing is happening. Buisness men would walk calmly through the streets, dressed nicely, with absoluty no emotion in their eyes. Children and teens would walk to school, talking to their friends, and mothers would be waving them good bye as they walked down the cracked pavement of their street. Mike and Shane's plan was going to happen today, at the schools assembly. This is where they're uprising begins.