Post by England on Dec 21, 2010 18:33:30 GMT -8
It was supposed to be instantaneous.
Fire was supposed to rain down from the heavens and seep up from the earth. The oceans were supposed to rise, breaking through the clouds and crashing down on the land below. There was supposed to be chaos, then peace; noise, then silence.
The days flew by, drawing ever closer to December 21, 2012, and people panicked. Some crossed hundreds of miles to congregate and pray, while others came together for ritualistic suicide. The clock struck 12, and everyone waited.
Nothing happened.
The skies remained clear, and the oceans stayed calm. It'd been just a hoax, something not unlike the Y2K bug in the late 1990s, and life continued. There was no apocalypse, no collapse of the world; just the silly ancient Mayans and their faulty calendar.
No one thought that what was perceived to be the end would actually be the beginning.
It was subtle, slow, and gradual. Snow fell in the winter, and the sun shone brilliantly in the summer. Flowers bloomed in the spring, and leaves fell in the fall. No one said a thing, even as the winters grew colder and the summers became hotter. People were concerned, but hardly panicked, as earthquakes struck Asia and ice encased Europe. "These things have always happened," the most outspoken ones reasoned. "Nothing has changed."
They were the ones that died first.
The weather, once kind and bearable, turned into mankind's worst enemy. Lands that were once pleasantly dusted with snow came to be encased in ice, while nations that had previously enjoyed the warm sun dried up under the intense heat. The earth was ravaged by constant earthquakes and violent volcanos, while the sky remained a dreary grey, both from ashes and from rain clouds.
That was when the apocalypse that people had expected of 2012, the violent and instantaneous destruction, struck.
There was fire and brimstone, sharp winds and violent twisters, rising waters and unbreakable ice. When the devastation, the calamity, was over, there was nothing but death; silence.
Resources were so low that even the few survivors had trouble sustaining themselves. And so, the people looked around, and did what was logical.
They took from others.
Suddenly, self-preservation wasn't the only thing to worry about as men, women, and children alike crossed international borders to pillage and raid surviving villages. No matter how the nations begged and pleaded, the people did not listen.
They wanted to survive.
And thus, the calamity continued.
Fire was supposed to rain down from the heavens and seep up from the earth. The oceans were supposed to rise, breaking through the clouds and crashing down on the land below. There was supposed to be chaos, then peace; noise, then silence.
The days flew by, drawing ever closer to December 21, 2012, and people panicked. Some crossed hundreds of miles to congregate and pray, while others came together for ritualistic suicide. The clock struck 12, and everyone waited.
Nothing happened.
The skies remained clear, and the oceans stayed calm. It'd been just a hoax, something not unlike the Y2K bug in the late 1990s, and life continued. There was no apocalypse, no collapse of the world; just the silly ancient Mayans and their faulty calendar.
No one thought that what was perceived to be the end would actually be the beginning.
It was subtle, slow, and gradual. Snow fell in the winter, and the sun shone brilliantly in the summer. Flowers bloomed in the spring, and leaves fell in the fall. No one said a thing, even as the winters grew colder and the summers became hotter. People were concerned, but hardly panicked, as earthquakes struck Asia and ice encased Europe. "These things have always happened," the most outspoken ones reasoned. "Nothing has changed."
They were the ones that died first.
The weather, once kind and bearable, turned into mankind's worst enemy. Lands that were once pleasantly dusted with snow came to be encased in ice, while nations that had previously enjoyed the warm sun dried up under the intense heat. The earth was ravaged by constant earthquakes and violent volcanos, while the sky remained a dreary grey, both from ashes and from rain clouds.
That was when the apocalypse that people had expected of 2012, the violent and instantaneous destruction, struck.
There was fire and brimstone, sharp winds and violent twisters, rising waters and unbreakable ice. When the devastation, the calamity, was over, there was nothing but death; silence.
Resources were so low that even the few survivors had trouble sustaining themselves. And so, the people looked around, and did what was logical.
They took from others.
Suddenly, self-preservation wasn't the only thing to worry about as men, women, and children alike crossed international borders to pillage and raid surviving villages. No matter how the nations begged and pleaded, the people did not listen.
They wanted to survive.
And thus, the calamity continued.
Everyone is currently scattered, lost somewhere in their own land. It will be up to the users to search for and meet other characters, after which they may interact however they wish.
Also, some countries may get lucky and discover an item of use, such as a rundown airplane or the remains of a shipwrecked boat. These countries and items will be chosen at random, and announced in the Current Events section.
