My first T/L go easy on me
It is a hotly debated subject in Modern times about the Stillwater lift bridge. According to the Sierra Club, it is a "relic" and needs to be preserved. To everyone else, it is a waste of traffic. Despite this being argued since the 1970's, it wouldn't be argued after the bombs fell, because despite all of its problems, it was a good land supply initiative.
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The police officer watched the group of teenagers walk towards the local Malt shop. He knew everyone of those delinquents by name, Jack, that Italian kid Mario, and Thomas. Although he didn't like them, and had to deal with them many times, he felt a certain bond with each one, remembering his roots in downtown Minneapolis. As he strolled towards the lift bridge, he watched a truck drive near the struts of a bridge. He remembered serving in the Air Force during the first major threat of apocalypse. He thought that such an incident could never happen. He watched the news that morning at the station, his younger men under his watch were signing up to join the Infantry. "Dammed fools" he thought. He continued to walk upon Main Street, and waited
*
Throughout Stillwater, a tense feeling was errupting. The police station was begining to hand out rifles in there squad cars to deal with possible looters. The Fire Department, unlike many others throughout the state, stayed in there respective areas. A group of National Guardsmen, who lucked out not getting deployed to Norway, were standing at the Armory.
"Hell! They should send me over there, I'd really kick some ass!" remarked the 18 year old Private. Fresh out of boot camp, he felt he could take on the world "Shut the hell up Private!" shot out his Lieutenant. "We're stationed here, and we're not going to Norway because of runts like you. They will send us to Camp Ripley in March to help train some Norwegian soldiers if that will make you happy Private!" The private stood motionless, realizing this man has seen more then he should have. He stared at his boots waiting for further orders
* In the nearby area of Lake Elmo, the Stillwater Area Highschool shut down operations.
In Minneapolis, gangs stopped firing at each other
In Duluth, the fighter wings stationed at the Airport were on DEFCON 2.
In Rochester, the Mayo clinic began purging its patients.
The Third World War would be begining soon
It is a hotly debated subject in Modern times about the Stillwater lift bridge. According to the Sierra Club, it is a "relic" and needs to be preserved. To everyone else, it is a waste of traffic. Despite this being argued since the 1970's, it wouldn't be argued after the bombs fell, because despite all of its problems, it was a good land supply initiative.
*
The police officer watched the group of teenagers walk towards the local Malt shop. He knew everyone of those delinquents by name, Jack, that Italian kid Mario, and Thomas. Although he didn't like them, and had to deal with them many times, he felt a certain bond with each one, remembering his roots in downtown Minneapolis. As he strolled towards the lift bridge, he watched a truck drive near the struts of a bridge. He remembered serving in the Air Force during the first major threat of apocalypse. He thought that such an incident could never happen. He watched the news that morning at the station, his younger men under his watch were signing up to join the Infantry. "Dammed fools" he thought. He continued to walk upon Main Street, and waited
*
Throughout Stillwater, a tense feeling was errupting. The police station was begining to hand out rifles in there squad cars to deal with possible looters. The Fire Department, unlike many others throughout the state, stayed in there respective areas. A group of National Guardsmen, who lucked out not getting deployed to Norway, were standing at the Armory.
"Hell! They should send me over there, I'd really kick some ass!" remarked the 18 year old Private. Fresh out of boot camp, he felt he could take on the world "Shut the hell up Private!" shot out his Lieutenant. "We're stationed here, and we're not going to Norway because of runts like you. They will send us to Camp Ripley in March to help train some Norwegian soldiers if that will make you happy Private!" The private stood motionless, realizing this man has seen more then he should have. He stared at his boots waiting for further orders
* In the nearby area of Lake Elmo, the Stillwater Area Highschool shut down operations.
In Minneapolis, gangs stopped firing at each other
In Duluth, the fighter wings stationed at the Airport were on DEFCON 2.
In Rochester, the Mayo clinic began purging its patients.
The Third World War would be begining soon
