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It has dragged on for nearly 4 centuries. The battle for the top of the food chain rages onwards. Teeth, claw and mere human instincts are the weapons of this time. Werewolves are the ones in power, having forced the night walkers deep into the underground. The humans fight against them both, in their struggle for the top once more. Which side of this epic battle will you choose to be on?
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Main plot, all ideas: Bri
Sidebar: Dana
Coding Help: RCR
Plot: Bri& Rhae
Graphics: Rhae & Bri
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We Draft our Souls for Wars of Honor
out of the mouth of Jack Connelly
It's sad when you say you're born in war. That you make a living out of it. But for most of us, that's how it is. Technically, that's how it is for everyone. You live it eat it breathe it. Born in, die in. A wicked caste system. India's not around though. There aren't any countries left. They were all blown away or ignored or broken up. It's all gone now, the world from the history books. No more robots, no more fast cars. No anything. We've been tossed back a few hundred years, and it's all our fault. No lights, only sound. It's a wicked caste system. It's a wicked life. It's been three years though, since Hell closed its mouth and swallowed up the world for the final swallow. Three years. Year 3. Month... who knows.
I guess I should explain it all from the start so you don't think I'm a rambling idiot. It started back in 2295. Way way back, before I Was born, before my dad was even born. The war was a pretty simple one to start with. One race got fed up with the other. Werewolves had the power, the Vampires wanted it. It was an age old fight on a new age scale. We had guns, tanks, bombs, countries to back our sides because we bribed them with riches. It started small, sure, but when the friction became obvious, we had to improvise. Humans though, they get in the way of things. Wanting to be heroes, wanting to be the best. Pretty soon, it wasn't just Werewolves fighting Vampires... it was the world fighting itself.
But this war took forever to get started. Gradual. At first, it was just the vampires and the werewolves fighting it out. Underground, in the dark. Real Hollywood drama, let me tell you. But when a senator was revealed to be a vampire ,and the werewolves killed him, that caught Uncle Sam's attention. Soon the UN had a few empty seats, and then the whole WORLD took notice. By 2300, though, everyone was getting into the action. Russia was going after the US, Europe was busy with its own countries. China sat out for a while then joined in by 2307. 2315 came and went, and no one was with anyone. Alliances were formed and shattered. Your neighbor was your enemy. It was World War Three. Weren't we proud...
But after a decade of random skirmishes, scandals, debauchery, explosions... the reason why this started began to fade. It was just life, now. All fighting and wondering if you'd wake up. Giving birth in dingy bedrooms because all the hospitals were gone. Not driving to work because there wasn't good gas. There were shortages of everything. And still werewolves and vampires and even the mortals duked it out. The world went from 10 billion to 2 billion, then... then one billion, and then... then you didn't need censuses. Some entire ethnicities were wiped out. I personally know of only one
Everyone living now was born during this war, or just before it. There are only a few Vampires and Werewolves who remember the war from start to finish, and it's not like they're talking about it. All that's obvious is that it finally ended three years ago, in 2379. With one final exchange of bombs between Russia and the USA. Then nothing, silence. For the longest time, no one moved. Barely anyone breathed. But we all knew that we'd have to
Only a few cities were spared. A Few. But the world was lost and gridless. The land was finally unmapped, but no one knew where to settle. New York City had always been a melting pot, but it became the capital of anywhere. Werewolves and Vampires flocked there, humans too. But humans weren't safe topside. Vampires could hear their heartbeat, Werewolves could smell their humanity. They ran underground, started creating ways to hide themselves, save themselves. And Vampires and Werewolves?
Some things just don't change.
So it's year three. Three stinking years of fighting tooth and nail. Forming clans and packs and trying to claim this godforsaken world. Because the wars not over really. We're just fighting with sticks, stones, teeth, and nails. There's no electricity, food is scarce. Clean water is liquid gold. The clan is all you've got, the pack is all you've got... the resistance is all you've got. Nationality is just a far off page in the history books. The world is full of cogs and steam power. The rich have clock work servants, and tinkerers are the new go-to guys. But hey, You are what you are in this day and age.
So what are you now?
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