After the End

The world was divided beyond any sensible state. War began with nations against nations, but as many people were no longer loyal to their nations but to their belief systems, nations dissolved as the war went on. It became a war of separate parties, a barbaric violence with no one directing and therefore no one to negotiate an end.

After many years, the population of the world had been decimated. Nowhere was untouched by it, and people had become so far and between that the fighting slowed for lack of opponents. Very little remained in the way of technology, and resources were scarce. At this time, a small group of people gathered on the island that was once the United Kingdom and sent a radio broadcast to anyone who could hear it, to every frequency on every radio that may still be operable, declaring that the war was over. The survivors, tired of fighting, asked no questions and laid down their arms. Every survivor from every corner of the world was invited to come to the island, where they hoped to pool their resources and begin rebuilding.

Survivors from the furthest corners of the island gathered in this new settlement, weary and uncertain. They were welcomed, sheltered, and quickly integrated into the framework of the new government, who would call themselves The Order of Osiris. Over the coming years, people from all ends of the earth would descend on this settlement, streaming in over the years.

However, a well-meaning government, determined to protect the peace they had hewn off of the skirts of war, stifled the diverse people they now aimed to protect. At first there was no trouble, for people would accept any laws to avoid the terrors of war again. But unrest brewed, and especially on the outskirts of the colony, it festered.

And now it's time for the end of the Order.