Post by Ratt on Aug 28, 2008 17:08:22 GMT -5
Mama, we all go to Hell.
Mama, we all go to Hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Wastelands -Click here-
[Board Name] Wastelands
[Admin Name] Ratt
[Genre] Post-Apocalyptic
[Rating] From PG to R+
[What We Offer] Active, friendly admin. 25 RP locations. A unique, post-apocalyptic world. Free-form RP.
[What We Are Looking For]Good, active members.
[RP Level] All are welcome.
[Created] Brand-new site!
Mama we're all gonna die.
Mama we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry.
Mama we're all gonna die.
War... War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Gemany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes. In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons, petroleum and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
The end of the world occured pretty much as we had predicted. In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders... a great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth. A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years.
However, a few managed to survive the devistation, reaching the relative safety of great underground vaults. When the great darkness passed, these vaults once again opened and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again. From the ashes of nuclear devistation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
But the wounds run deep, and the Earth has not forgotten.
This is home. Your home. And things are about to change.[/COLOR]
Mama we're all full of lies.
Mama we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size.
Mama we're all full of lies.
Mama, we all go to Hell.
I'm writing this letter and wishing you well.
Mama, we all go to hell.
Wastelands -Click here-
[Board Name] Wastelands
[Admin Name] Ratt
[Genre] Post-Apocalyptic
[Rating] From PG to R+
[What We Offer] Active, friendly admin. 25 RP locations. A unique, post-apocalyptic world. Free-form RP.
[What We Are Looking For]Good, active members.
[RP Level] All are welcome.
[Created] Brand-new site!
Mama we're all gonna die.
Mama we're all gonna die.
Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry.
Mama we're all gonna die.
War... War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Gemany into an economic superpower.
But war never changes. In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons, petroleum and uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth.
The end of the world occured pretty much as we had predicted. In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders... a great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear fire rained from the skies. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth. A quiet darkness fell across the planet, lasting many years.
However, a few managed to survive the devistation, reaching the relative safety of great underground vaults. When the great darkness passed, these vaults once again opened and their inhabitants emerged to begin their lives again. From the ashes of nuclear devistation, a new civilization would struggle to arise.
But the wounds run deep, and the Earth has not forgotten.
This is home. Your home. And things are about to change.[/COLOR]
Mama we're all full of lies.
Mama we're meant for the flies.
And right now they're building a coffin your size.
Mama we're all full of lies.