E.N.D - Europe Never Dies RP Thread 1 - Geneva

Post » Tue Jun 11, 2013 2:07 pm

The year was 2060, that’s when Europe began to fall. A continent which had been exemplary to all other nations, diverse yet united, the European Commonwealth had kept peace on a continent which historically had been the most troubled continent on earth, but it was not to last. For years the Resources of the world had been wasting away, there had been warnings, but these warnings had been ignored. Then the oil changed from a flowing river, into a mere trickle and with worrying speed it was becoming less, and less and even less.

The Middle East had been the true power behind Europe, for without its vital lifeline of Oil would have fallen into war long ago, the two had been fast allies, but the greed of humanity finally showed its hand, negotiations led nowhere and so Europe went to war. But the war required fuel and it dried up resources faster than it was thought possible, the politicians hid behind paid guards as the two places fell into Anarchy, for a short while a brief duel raged, the swords being nuclear weapons and the duellists being entire countries.

Then the oil stopped completely, the Middle East became hell, blood fell like rain in a storm upon the golden sands. The winds were unceasing, Radiation permeated everything, it was but a glimpse of what was to come. The European Commonwealth called an assembly, it turned into a riot, the nation’s leaders withdrew and looked only to themselves. Allies turned on each other, but they turned on each other with conventional means, for no one wanted a repeat of the War in the East, at first.

Economies collapsed, Regimes rose and fell on a daily basis, hyper-inflation ran rampant, such chaos was only kept in check through the wars raging between the nation-states of Europe. The Soviet Union stood above it all, its oil fields kept safe by its mighty military, it perhaps could have helped avoid what was to come, but it stood silent and merely watched the nations squabble and bicker and fight like children over toys, but in the end, it fell too.

The years dragged on and then came the fateful year, 2077, then finally the fateful day came, October 23rd. The world fell silent as over the pacific the two superpowers duelled to and fro, then the winds of this nuclear storm fell upon Europe with terrible consequences. Nations that had been allies fired at each other for petty reasons, like a butterfly effect the nuclear storm gripped the world, then after two hours, the world fell silent, the crust burning, the atmosphere thick with radiation.

The Black rain came, whole ecosystems were wiped out. Then the radiation set in, mutations, deaths and poison, it became a simple fact of life. Then the remnants of nations emerged, new communities were forged through hard-work, overcoming adversity and surviving, despite the odds that by all that is natural, should have overcame them, but nothing was natural anymore.

The nations grew, communities fell and over time others were raised, until at last Europe appeared like the patchwork network of states it had looked like in the Middle Ages, and before the storm of 2077, the nations had survived Europe’s second dark age.

They say history repeats itself, I believe that myself, Like the Roman Empire did the European Commonwealth unite Europe, well almost. And like the Roman Empire of Old, when the European Commonwealth collapsed, so was the continent plunged into a dark age, slowly in some places, swiftly in others, but surely everywhere did the light of Europe slowly become dim and then extinguished.

But now the nations have risen again, they yearn to meet each other, who knows what will come of it, but one thing stays true. The weapons and the means change, but it stays the same nonetheless.

Because War... War Never Changes.

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Description of Switzerland as provided by Tundrafrog1124:

The winter Solstice is in full swing when the assembly is called. New fallen snow falls gently on the old city of Geneva, the day is late nearing nightfall as the delegates arrive at the Geneva International airport, from there they are loaded into an armed motorcade of Mowag Eagles. The motorcade drives slowly through the narrow streets, medieval architecture looms over the road while militia members are on road marches along the motorcade. Christmas lights hang across buildings in anticipation for the coming holiday. Cultist of the Pagan churches within the city stand at street corners, garbed in robes and masks preaching about the coming of their gods. Children build snowmen, a few throw snowballs at the passing motorcade but retreat after stern looks from the guards. Many people wave to the motorcade well aware of those on board, soldiers salute as the motorcade comes to a road block at a street. The guard at the blockade and the lead driver of the convoy share a some heated words in French before the driver takes a right and heads down a side street. As the motorcade turns a quick delegate would be able to see that the blockade was up because of a raid on a row of townhouses. The occupants of which were bound on the side of the road while a strange flag is brought from a house by the Swiss soldiers. The convoy continues on, leaving the fate of the occupants unknown.

As the motorcade continues they pass a grim sight, along one side of the walls is a hastily constructed gallows. Limp bodies hang in the chill air, signs on their chest designate their crime; murderer, rapist, traitor and bandit. Several men in prison rags and blindfolds stand singing in German as they await their execution. Those delegates that can understand German can pick up that their song sings about Death to the Swiss. Their hateful song is cut short as the stools from which they stood upon are kicked out and the ropes around their necks goes taught. It is clear that the Swiss have no patience for those who break the law; most crimes are punishable by death.

Finally the motorcade ends its short journey at the end of a long street, an immense, intimidating building stands at the fore ground, and a few scattered guards defend its entrance. There were shops on either side of the street, bakeries and cafes were among the most common. The smell of bread and pies filled the air a few people wandered the streets on their way to dinner. The delegates were then escorted to the large stone building, the former office of the United Nations and lead inside. The building was heated and the delegates were free to remove their thick outer layers. A young blonde woman with shinning blue eyes wearing white blouse and black skirt and speaking in broken English lead the delegates down a long hall into a regal room. The room was center pieced by a long oak table full of food and drink from local places. Large wooden chairs lined the ends of it; sitting at the head of the table was a middle aged man who rose to his feet to greet the delegates.

“Hello and welcome, I am Alric Brantley, speaker of the council for the United Swiss states.”

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