Post by sineG yuG lareneG on Nov 7, 2011 20:51:25 GMT -5
Prologue: The Fire of Hatred
Its the first of December. The year is 2296. I live in the remains of Canada. Don't listen to anybody. From the east, to the west, north, to the south, it's all a wasteland. The wasteland was forged by atomic fire, launched by China, fueled by the hate, and desire for war and power. Landed here, and in the States. Don't know where else. But hate... Hate doesn't die that easily. Some people are fully taken control by their own hatred.
When it's the only thing that motivates you, when its the only thing that keeps you going. That, is when you are consumed by hate. You may think that you can control it... But you can't. It'll start off like a fire. Small, but then it'll spread. Spread everywhere. Kind of like atomic fire. Hate, atomic fire, it'll all have the same result. Death.
The hate, however, stopped for a long while though, long enough, for a few civilizations sprung up from the Canadian Vaults. See, an organization called Vault-Tec, made large underground facilities... Vaults, in case of nuclear war. One hundred and twenty two known Vaults were made in the US, a few were made in Canada after it was annexed by the States. Vault-Tec actually used most of the Vaults for experiments. They knew that the Canadians would not experiment on their fellow Canadians, so they implemented American Vault Dwellers, to run the Vaults. The Canadians revolted against them before even one day in the Vaults passed... And succeeded.
The Canadians had won the Vaults, but they didn't kill the Americans. In fact, they put the past behind them, and everything was right between them again. After all, both of their nations were reduced to nothing. So who would care about nationalities anymore? They were all happy in the Vaults. But eventually, the day when the Vaults' doors were programmed to open, came. The descendants of the Americans and Canadians who had first entered the Vault, rose from the Vault... Together. Some Canadians and Americans had even started families together, mixing the bloodlines of Canada and the States.
They wandered through the ruins of the country, and they came to the still mostly intact city of Toronto. A second group, which included my grandparents, came to Ottawa. A third group, there was some sort of disagreement between the Canadians and the Americans. I don't know what happened to that group. Humanity, had finally pushed through the hate and the radiation left by the atomic fire, and began forging a new Canada from the embers and ashes left behind. However... Even an ember, can start a new fire. A new fire of hatred...
...And it did.
My name, is Alec Muller. I didn't know my parents. I lived with my uncle and his son, Stephen Marwin. We both knew each other our entire lives. I didn't expect. any of this to happen. I thought we were friends, but just like that, the fires of hate were reignited. My friend... Cousin. Now, we're enemies.
But for you to get to that point, you must hear the beginning. The beginning of a war.
And wars fueled by hate, they never end. War never changes.
End of Prologue: The Fire of Hatred
Its the first of December. The year is 2296. I live in the remains of Canada. Don't listen to anybody. From the east, to the west, north, to the south, it's all a wasteland. The wasteland was forged by atomic fire, launched by China, fueled by the hate, and desire for war and power. Landed here, and in the States. Don't know where else. But hate... Hate doesn't die that easily. Some people are fully taken control by their own hatred.
When it's the only thing that motivates you, when its the only thing that keeps you going. That, is when you are consumed by hate. You may think that you can control it... But you can't. It'll start off like a fire. Small, but then it'll spread. Spread everywhere. Kind of like atomic fire. Hate, atomic fire, it'll all have the same result. Death.
The hate, however, stopped for a long while though, long enough, for a few civilizations sprung up from the Canadian Vaults. See, an organization called Vault-Tec, made large underground facilities... Vaults, in case of nuclear war. One hundred and twenty two known Vaults were made in the US, a few were made in Canada after it was annexed by the States. Vault-Tec actually used most of the Vaults for experiments. They knew that the Canadians would not experiment on their fellow Canadians, so they implemented American Vault Dwellers, to run the Vaults. The Canadians revolted against them before even one day in the Vaults passed... And succeeded.
The Canadians had won the Vaults, but they didn't kill the Americans. In fact, they put the past behind them, and everything was right between them again. After all, both of their nations were reduced to nothing. So who would care about nationalities anymore? They were all happy in the Vaults. But eventually, the day when the Vaults' doors were programmed to open, came. The descendants of the Americans and Canadians who had first entered the Vault, rose from the Vault... Together. Some Canadians and Americans had even started families together, mixing the bloodlines of Canada and the States.
They wandered through the ruins of the country, and they came to the still mostly intact city of Toronto. A second group, which included my grandparents, came to Ottawa. A third group, there was some sort of disagreement between the Canadians and the Americans. I don't know what happened to that group. Humanity, had finally pushed through the hate and the radiation left by the atomic fire, and began forging a new Canada from the embers and ashes left behind. However... Even an ember, can start a new fire. A new fire of hatred...
...And it did.
My name, is Alec Muller. I didn't know my parents. I lived with my uncle and his son, Stephen Marwin. We both knew each other our entire lives. I didn't expect. any of this to happen. I thought we were friends, but just like that, the fires of hate were reignited. My friend... Cousin. Now, we're enemies.
But for you to get to that point, you must hear the beginning. The beginning of a war.
And wars fueled by hate, they never end. War never changes.
End of Prologue: The Fire of Hatred