So it seems, War……….War never Changes. Throughout the course of history, nations rose to great heights and yet some fall. In a Post-Apocalyptic Earth, nations rised up from the ashes of Nuclear War. Yet who will survive in this hostile world? Nations in North America rised up from the ashes of Nuclear War. With infrastructure, militaries, research, and most of all different ideologies. From the cold isolated North of Canada to the great capital of America: Washington D.C, to the plains of the Midwest? To the swampy South to the West Coast. You will RP as one of the Nations in North America. Your choices will impact them, from whether prosperity to total annihilation, to expansion to the other parts of Earth. What shall happen is all up to you.

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I Bosmight, I am the admin. Please abide to all of the rules.

1. War is acceptable but don't just declare war on the spot. Have gradually build up, then we will decide a outcome.

2. Do your best to use proper grammar, spelling, and punctuation. It’s easier to read and understand and makes everything look better. It’s also hard to take delegates seriously that don’t use it.

3. Give you representatives dynamic character and for your opening post, perhaps give us an idea of what they are wearing etc.

4. Respect everybody.

5. For the first 5 convention, will retain the post apocalytpic feel of Fallout. Onward we can start to expand to other parts of the world and start developing true advance technology.

6. If you are leaving please tell.

7. Dont be OP too much. You cant declare on the spot you have a advance Wave Force Cannon immediatley. It hasto build up through research and mentioning through posts.

8. When taking over countries on the other continents you may conquer 1 every 3 years.

Thats all. Have fun!

OOC: http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1419069-america-summit-icooc/

White House
When entering, all arrives from plane will land at AFB and head through the Metro. Arriving, will be a D.C that no longer looks battered. The Mall looks clean, and many buildings have been restored. Washington and Lincoln Memorial are touched up. The convention will take place in the White House meeting room. There are two primary exits from the room which are located on both the east and west walls. In the center of the room, lies a massive metal table with a holographic map set into the center of it, which details the entirety of the area of the former U.S. and Canmada and the locations and borders of the current nations and states which inhabit it., from current inof the ESA has. Around the circular table are many chairs, which are plush and comfortable. Enclave soldiers in APA MK2 and armed with Various Energy Weapons guard the doors, and several robobrains wait to serve the delegates refreshments. The place will have decorations.

They are expected to arrive shortly.

OOC: Ando, I am holding the convo at Washington D.C. Also this post is just about how the ESA sends a telegraphed all bound signal to all parts US, Mexico, and Canada. Not trying to CC.

Enclave States of America
A operator was sitting on the table ready to transmit the message for the Summit. He pushed the button ad he saw it spread out quickly.

OOC: Sorry, LOL just needed to make a quick and simple post.

Mexico City, Mexico
Grand agora
Presidential Inauguration

Councilman Enrique Silver squinted slightly under the bright spotlights of Mexico City's Grand agora. The man took a deep breath and once again examined the sight in front of him. Rows upon rows of people were arrayed, numbering in the thousands. All of the people attending were well dressed in the warm Mexican night air and stood completely silent. Above them rested the open night sky, the stars not visible due to the bright lights of Mexico City. The occasion these people were attending was one of great importance, the Presidential inauguration of the United Mexican Democracy.

Enrique snuck a quick peak at the man standing beside him, Josea Maernot. Josea was an old enemy of Enrique's, the man- who was a fellow councilman- had opposed his word and propositions, and to make things even worse he was a member of the Steed party. The Steed's had had a streak of having their candidate become the President since the UMD was born, no exceptions. Josea was a very well groomed man, with tanned skin, medium length, wavy black hair, and gleaming white politicians teeth. The first thing that stood out about Josea's facial features was his enormous nose with a bridge that rose higher than usual. The man's nose was so large in fact, that when Enrique was going through with his campaign against him he had said that the man had lied so much that it had grown to that size, just like Pinocchio. Josea was wearing a crisp black three piece suit with a gleaming silver tie and slick, black, leather shoes. The Steed candidate looked so confident and cool in this suit, light brown eyes gleaming and smile sparkling brightly.

Enrique felt a sudden pang of doubt as he looked down at his own apparel. He wore an unflawed, bright white suit with a metallic looking bronze tie and white loafers. He noticed with slight distaste that his hands were shaking slightly, though whether it was from excitement, nervousness, or both, he did not know. Unlike Josea, Enrique did not wear a smile, but rather a look of grim seriousness. Enrique was a middle-aged man, thought to be about 45 by the populous but in reality he was 54. Short, salt and pepper hair adorned Enrique's head along with a similarly colored wiry beard. The man's face itself was all angles, blades, and planes. His check bones were high and his cheeks gaunt. The thing that stood out most on Enrique's face, opposed to Josea's beast of a nose, were his small, light grey eyes that seemed to peal away your soul like a monkey to a banana.

In front of the two men was Julia Camerino, an attractive yet smart young lass that was gifted with the honor of announcing who got the title of President. Mrs. Camerino was in a short red dress that didn't quite seem appropriate for ceremonies such as this and paired with her 6 inch high heels she looked ridiculous on the Agora's raised platform. In her hand the you lady held a slip of paper that contained the name of the President of the United Mexican Democracy, whoever it might be. But it WILL be me, Enrique reminded himself, at least if Joseph did his job. Julia strutted up to the to the microphone that sat on a large stone podium and tapped it once. Two loud thumps thundered through the Agora, followed by the sweet, high voice of the young woman. She spoke in perfectly pronounced Spanish.

"Good evening citizens of the United Mexican Democracy, my name is Julia Camereno and I will be conducting the ceremony of the nineteenth Presidential inauguration."

Whispers of excitement and delicate claps ran through the crowd of rich UMD citizens as they waited for the inevitable inauguration of the Steed candidate, just as it always was. Julia waited a moment for the crowd to calm down and then continued speaking.

"Alright, calm yourselves please. Thank you. Now, before we continue any I think it would be fitting if we played our great nation anthem and take a moment to honor those who have sacrificed their lives to building this great country."

Just as she finished music flowed into the square and all of the crowd raised their left hand up to rest in the air just above their left shoulder. The music was smooth, flowing, and subtle and continued for nearly two minutes before ending in a flourish of drums. Flags on the rooftops surrounding the agora flew in the wind, all of them showing different colors and symbols to represent the different districts of Mexico. Behind the raised platform stood a much larger flag, this one was the true flag of the UMD, a rearing bronze steed on a gleaming white background. With the music over all of the crowd dropped their hands and once again took their seats. Julia lowered her own hand and resumed speaking.

This time Enrique tuned her out, waves of nervousness flew over him like a relentless tide battering the shore. The Union candidate growled in frustration as a bead of sweat fell from his hairline down to his chin. This was all taking to long. Enrique looked at Josea who still sat at his side only to find that he was looking back. Josea sneered at the older candidate and spoke quietly so no one else could hear him.

"What's wrong Silver? There's nothing to worry about, it's nit like a Union member will ever become President. The old ways are dead, you should remember that."

Enrique glared at the youngin' and spoke in a harsh whisper.

"It would be wise if you held your tongue and respected your elders, Maernot. How about we let the paper tell who the winner is."

Josea gave a slight chuckle and turned, apparently finding the older man's words humorous. Enrique was about to further push at the man but then he heard the dreaded words.

"And now with great pride I announce that the new President of the United Mexican Democracy is..."

Julia paused dramatically and sliced open the envelope with a well maintained red fingernail. Once again Enrique's hands started to shake with anticipation. This was the most important point in his life, the thing he had been striving for for 54 years. The man sent a quick prayer to the All God, hoping that Joseph had followed through with his task. All sound seemed to be svcked out of the crowd as they waited for the words "Josea Maernot", but those words never came.

"... Enrique Silver... Wait... Uhh, yes. It seems, people of the United Mexican Democracy, that Enrique Silver, the Union candidate, is the new President if the United Mexican Democracy. Long live the President!"

To be continued in part two...

Aurodium Hegemony - Joint Military Base Belcher Islands

4:00 Am

January 21

Inside Radar Station Flaherty, Sergeant Taggart was on a blue chair with his legs up on the table near various computers and large radio’s he was sleeping. Sleeping during a cold windy night in the Hegemony wearing a digital blue Army working uniform.

He then woke up, stretching his arms yawning. “Slept for an hour, at least it’s good to get some sleep.”

Taggart got up from his chair. It was time for him to go back to the barracks as his shift was over as one of the other Radar operators up next in the shift calendar would take over. He clocked out, writing in his time. “4:05 AM.”

He grabbed his white military army coat hanging on his chair and putted it on. He grabbed his black balaclava and blue snow goggles and putted them on. Lastly he grabbed his gloves which were long putted them on. Taggart felt warm and snug and grabbed his coffee which was in a black bottle. Taggart opened the large metal door to outside.

Taggart was now soon outside as the restless cold snowstorm banged upon him as snow cobble upon him. He wiped it off and one ACV Land Rover Husky was there, parked with snow covered all over its body. He got a shovel and started to scraqe off the hardened ice packed together like atoms. Scraqes off the shovel went by and after many hardened pushes all the ice was off. He grabbed his keys from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole of his car. He entered into the car, clean and nice with an AC-94 Assault Rifle in the back. He inserted the keys into the keyhole to start the car. It hummed and all Taggart wanted to do was sleep in the nice comfy barracks back at main base. As he backed up, drinking his coffee with one hand he noticed the door opened ad a tons of snow in there piling up. He turned off the car and immediately went inside. He grabbed the broom inside the closet room and started to sweep the snow out………

But as he sweeped he looked behind himself and saw all the desks, flashing with a red light near each individual radar operator’s computer. He sweeped out the snow and closed the door forcefully. He went onto his computer and saw a typed message appearing on his computer. “Washington D.C: America Summit, you should get the idea of the name. From the Enclave States of America.”

Enclave rang in his head as it was a prewar conspiracy of a secret group of U.S political and military organizations. His great-great-great grandfather was Canadian Revolutionary, and many Canadian Revolutionaries always told stories about the Enclave. He went onto the other operator’s computer and saw the same message.

Turning back to his computer, he minimized the message on the other screen and logged on to the “Belcher Islands Communication Military Network”. He typed in his credentials and a contact list from even to Privates to the Base Commander was there. He selected his company commander, Captain Meng Ru. He selected it and grabbed a red telephone connected to his computer. The phone soon got online and Taggart spoke…….

“This is Sergeant Arthur Taggart Captain. Urgent news and message for the Aurdioum Hegemony” he spoke in a stern voice.

To be continued