Post by TAWNY on Jul 25, 2012 17:24:43 GMT -8
We are in a world of ruins.
Our home has been overrun by monsters, our people slaughtered or left for dead. Insanity rules what is left of our now meaningless society. Creatures of darkness, demonic figures, heartless beasts--they feed from our fear and flesh, turning humans into half bloods; Infected. Half human, half monster.
Yet we can not scorn those like us who have been changed in such ways. They are still human enough to help us fight.
This is war. A war of life and death.
The last shock wave or a recent earthquake has torn down the few building still standing. we live in ruins, the sun shines one day and it is below freezing the next. The time span of this epidemic disaster so far? One week.
One week and our world population has dwindled to near nothing. We are a dying race.
The United States had been the safest place, we thought nothing could reach us overseas.
We were wrong.
Florida and Maine were the first to be hit. The spread was only a matter of two days, the death count massive. Those quick enough and those who had chanced survival in other countries fled for Washington; the furthest point from disaster; the last hope that this could be stopped. Too many missions have failed, our meager population is now few and far between. Washington has become a wasteland inhabited by these monstrous killers and we must fend for ourselves. The cities are a chance at survival supplies, but are riddled with uncountable amounts of these creatures. Those of us native to such a setting are far better off. we must learn to live through avoidance, or all parish in fear.
But I know it is coming. They warned us the end was near. We must fight for that slim chance of survival. Because even if it is clear we are all going to die, we can not escape.
Mission: Code X (eliminate initial threat) Failed
Mission: Evactuate and conceal premesis Failed
Mission: Send in armed militia to destroy threat Failed
Mission: Run Failed
Mission:.....SURVIVE
"For years now I have yet to engage in a direct-action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from disease and death. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every person with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."
Going in for the kill perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts to say, "Wait!"
But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown yours sisters and brothers at whim; when uou have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and kill; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million brothers smothering in an air tight cage of fear in the midst of failing society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the publice amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconcsious bitterness towards people; when you have to contort an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking, "Daddy, why do people treat other people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because there is no safer place to stay; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "danger" and "death zone; when your name becomes nothing more than a label of identification; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"--then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience. -Martin Luther King Jr. excerpt edited v.
It is time to morph such fight and flight instincts into a derivative that can save us. It is a game that can no longer be played by ones lonesome.
This is war, it's survival
A man fighting a metaphorically similar battle once cried, "I came, I saw, I conquered."
I see no chance that is becoming, to ever conquer this epidemic.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel. Yet while I breathe I hope, and I will chant such words into this world of damnation.
"Veni, vedi, vici. Dum spiro, spero."
It is up to you to follow.
_________________________________________________
Mission: Survive
Location: Washington, USA
Start of epidemic: December 12, 2012 (12/12/12)
Veni, vedi, veci--Latin; 'I came, I saw, I conquered'
Dum spiro, spero--Latin; 'While I breathe, I hope'
Population unknown-
Known living total:
Known Human:
Known Infected:
_______________________________________________
You have been informed. Now RUN or FIGHT.
Our home has been overrun by monsters, our people slaughtered or left for dead. Insanity rules what is left of our now meaningless society. Creatures of darkness, demonic figures, heartless beasts--they feed from our fear and flesh, turning humans into half bloods; Infected. Half human, half monster.
Yet we can not scorn those like us who have been changed in such ways. They are still human enough to help us fight.
This is war. A war of life and death.
The last shock wave or a recent earthquake has torn down the few building still standing. we live in ruins, the sun shines one day and it is below freezing the next. The time span of this epidemic disaster so far? One week.
One week and our world population has dwindled to near nothing. We are a dying race.
The United States had been the safest place, we thought nothing could reach us overseas.
We were wrong.
Florida and Maine were the first to be hit. The spread was only a matter of two days, the death count massive. Those quick enough and those who had chanced survival in other countries fled for Washington; the furthest point from disaster; the last hope that this could be stopped. Too many missions have failed, our meager population is now few and far between. Washington has become a wasteland inhabited by these monstrous killers and we must fend for ourselves. The cities are a chance at survival supplies, but are riddled with uncountable amounts of these creatures. Those of us native to such a setting are far better off. we must learn to live through avoidance, or all parish in fear.
But I know it is coming. They warned us the end was near. We must fight for that slim chance of survival. Because even if it is clear we are all going to die, we can not escape.
Mission: Code X (eliminate initial threat) Failed
Mission: Evactuate and conceal premesis Failed
Mission: Send in armed militia to destroy threat Failed
Mission: Run Failed
Mission:.....SURVIVE
"For years now I have yet to engage in a direct-action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from disease and death. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every person with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."
Going in for the kill perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts to say, "Wait!"
But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown yours sisters and brothers at whim; when uou have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and kill; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million brothers smothering in an air tight cage of fear in the midst of failing society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the publice amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconcsious bitterness towards people; when you have to contort an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking, "Daddy, why do people treat other people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because there is no safer place to stay; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "danger" and "death zone; when your name becomes nothing more than a label of identification; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness"--then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait. There comes a time when the cup of endurance runs over, and men are no longer willing to be plunged into the abyss of despair. I hope, sirs, you can understand our legitimate and unavoidable impatience. -Martin Luther King Jr. excerpt edited v.
It is time to morph such fight and flight instincts into a derivative that can save us. It is a game that can no longer be played by ones lonesome.
This is war, it's survival
A man fighting a metaphorically similar battle once cried, "I came, I saw, I conquered."
I see no chance that is becoming, to ever conquer this epidemic.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel. Yet while I breathe I hope, and I will chant such words into this world of damnation.
"Veni, vedi, vici. Dum spiro, spero."
It is up to you to follow.
_________________________________________________
Mission: Survive
Location: Washington, USA
Start of epidemic: December 12, 2012 (12/12/12)
Veni, vedi, veci--Latin; 'I came, I saw, I conquered'
Dum spiro, spero--Latin; 'While I breathe, I hope'
Population unknown-
Known living total:
Known Human:
Known Infected:
_______________________________________________
You have been informed. Now RUN or FIGHT.