Sure I would like contributors to my TL. I am open to new ideas.
The Eagle Down Under (1983: Doomsday TL 2016-2030)
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Thank you for some kind response, Mr. Louis. I will contribute to this TL some day or later.
* A/N - I've spelled wouldn't wrong in my second paragraph of my first post. But I wouldn't care about. Thanks by the way!
* A/N - I've spelled wouldn't wrong in my second paragraph of my first post. But I wouldn't care about. Thanks by the way!
And there you have it. Here's my first contribution to this TL, in which I have written so quick. But nevertheless...enjoy!
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"To those patriots who took arms against the inherently, degenerate government of the Provisional USA; and to those patriots who has fallen asleep thanks to the influence of the enternal hand of the monstrous elite that greatly controlled this false nation to begin with...
"May I ask you something; are we doing enough to sow the fear against those corrupt, degenerate Provisional USA and ruthless and ineffective LoN itself? Are we worthy enough to emulate the 'worthy' degenerates like Hamas who sow the terror to those people who are under the influence of inherent corruption by those monstrous elites? Or are we fallen to the sway of the influences of those degenerate elites, just like what happen to the poor Christian Patriots back in long-dead Virginia?...
"But for the patriots and the true freedom fighters - not the false prophets who lurk at the very deep of this net, doing nothing to unite to a single, eternal cause that we had in our hands - we will not step back and be coward to this fight of freedom. Remain true to your allegiance of a true United States of America, and the greatness of our American race...
"We will not be quiet on the front. We will fight on the mountains. We will fight on the forests, on the streets, on the buildings, and our homes. We will show them no mercy, no kindness, and no hope. We will reap their blood and replace it with the blood of the fallen patriots who died fighting for our cherished freedom and for our cherished existence...
"Take your arms and let them show your faces! Don't let your fear overwhelm you. Don't let the memories of the Doomsday fear us. Past is past. We will write a new book of the history of this great nation. And I will assure you, that the victory, will be ours and ours only....
"And if we won against the corrupt Provisional USA. We will once again embark on a new manifest destiny; a destiny to reclaim our lands from those degenerates so-called 'survivor nations' and the good-for-nothing criminals and parasites living off on our old lands, ripping our children of their hopes and dreams...
"Let's unite ourselves to a single cause. The Founding Fathers would bless us all for our eternity. For the victory and power would regain to us once more. And the survival to our American race will be eternal towards the end of this planet....
"Glory to America. Glory to our blessed American Race. A nation reborn."
- NewGuardianAngel, posted somewhere on the deep net, March 22, 2022
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"To those patriots who took arms against the inherently, degenerate government of the Provisional USA; and to those patriots who has fallen asleep thanks to the influence of the enternal hand of the monstrous elite that greatly controlled this false nation to begin with...
"May I ask you something; are we doing enough to sow the fear against those corrupt, degenerate Provisional USA and ruthless and ineffective LoN itself? Are we worthy enough to emulate the 'worthy' degenerates like Hamas who sow the terror to those people who are under the influence of inherent corruption by those monstrous elites? Or are we fallen to the sway of the influences of those degenerate elites, just like what happen to the poor Christian Patriots back in long-dead Virginia?...
"But for the patriots and the true freedom fighters - not the false prophets who lurk at the very deep of this net, doing nothing to unite to a single, eternal cause that we had in our hands - we will not step back and be coward to this fight of freedom. Remain true to your allegiance of a true United States of America, and the greatness of our American race...
"We will not be quiet on the front. We will fight on the mountains. We will fight on the forests, on the streets, on the buildings, and our homes. We will show them no mercy, no kindness, and no hope. We will reap their blood and replace it with the blood of the fallen patriots who died fighting for our cherished freedom and for our cherished existence...
"Take your arms and let them show your faces! Don't let your fear overwhelm you. Don't let the memories of the Doomsday fear us. Past is past. We will write a new book of the history of this great nation. And I will assure you, that the victory, will be ours and ours only....
"And if we won against the corrupt Provisional USA. We will once again embark on a new manifest destiny; a destiny to reclaim our lands from those degenerates so-called 'survivor nations' and the good-for-nothing criminals and parasites living off on our old lands, ripping our children of their hopes and dreams...
"Let's unite ourselves to a single cause. The Founding Fathers would bless us all for our eternity. For the victory and power would regain to us once more. And the survival to our American race will be eternal towards the end of this planet....
"Glory to America. Glory to our blessed American Race. A nation reborn."
- NewGuardianAngel, posted somewhere on the deep net, March 22, 2022
Governor-General Schatz sends condolences to Socialist Siberia in response to what happened to former Siberian Premier Envira Tuleyev.
-ABC News 24/7, March 18th, 2022
“If I am elected as Governor-General of the ANZC, I will ensure that our relationship with the Siberians improve as despite what happened all those years ago, we must work together and cooperate with them in this worldwide war against terrorism.”
-New Zealander Deputy Prime Minister Winston Peters (ANZC Conservative candidate) quote during his first recorded selfcam speech which was uploaded onto eCast, March 18th, 2022
Siberia enters the World War on Terror as it begins to send troops to Saudi Arabia.
-The Courier-Mail, March 19th, 2022
8th Red Banner Air Defence Corps and 5th Air Army have been ordered by government in Krasnoyarsk to begin heading to Saudi Arabia.
-The Newcastle Herald, March 19th, 2022
All stationed Siberian troops in the Far East Military District (comprising of 35th Army (21st Guards Motor Rifle Division, 128th Machine gun - Artillery Division, 270th Motor Rifle Division), 68th Corps (18th Machine gun - Artillery Division, 33rd Motor Rifle Division)) have been now ordered to active duty. Non-stationed Soviet Siberian troops currently not on duty have been now ordered to get back on active duty to assist in purging every person apart of Red November out of Socialist Siberia. This means that the Socialist Siberian Army will be now conducting massive arrests against any members of the Red November along with sympathizers and supporters.
-SSCT (Socialist Siberian Central Television) News 24/7, March 19th, 2022
Siberian Air Force begins conducting airstrikes against the Hamas Caliphate in occupied territory controlled by the Hamas.
-NBBC World News 24/7, March 22nd, 2022
-ABC News 24/7, March 18th, 2022
“If I am elected as Governor-General of the ANZC, I will ensure that our relationship with the Siberians improve as despite what happened all those years ago, we must work together and cooperate with them in this worldwide war against terrorism.”
-New Zealander Deputy Prime Minister Winston Peters (ANZC Conservative candidate) quote during his first recorded selfcam speech which was uploaded onto eCast, March 18th, 2022
Siberia enters the World War on Terror as it begins to send troops to Saudi Arabia.
-The Courier-Mail, March 19th, 2022
8th Red Banner Air Defence Corps and 5th Air Army have been ordered by government in Krasnoyarsk to begin heading to Saudi Arabia.
-The Newcastle Herald, March 19th, 2022
All stationed Siberian troops in the Far East Military District (comprising of 35th Army (21st Guards Motor Rifle Division, 128th Machine gun - Artillery Division, 270th Motor Rifle Division), 68th Corps (18th Machine gun - Artillery Division, 33rd Motor Rifle Division)) have been now ordered to active duty. Non-stationed Soviet Siberian troops currently not on duty have been now ordered to get back on active duty to assist in purging every person apart of Red November out of Socialist Siberia. This means that the Socialist Siberian Army will be now conducting massive arrests against any members of the Red November along with sympathizers and supporters.
-SSCT (Socialist Siberian Central Television) News 24/7, March 19th, 2022
Siberian Air Force begins conducting airstrikes against the Hamas Caliphate in occupied territory controlled by the Hamas.
-NBBC World News 24/7, March 22nd, 2022
Prussian General Wieker sat in the front passenger seat of the military transport truck being a Bismarck Trekker Transport that was light grey metallic in color and had camo across it as well being in series of darker greys and blacks. In the back sat twenty men and women all armed with HK410 assault rifles all Prussian made in the city of Güstrow, Prussia. He along with the soldiers sported camo colored uniforms along with camo colored Stahlhelm M87 helmets with the Prussian Army insignia on the left side of them. These helmets were almost bulletproof but sadly even a sniper bullet can easily penetrate through the metal of the helmet or put a fatal dent in it. But despite this it was nonetheless a very good helmet that Prussian military used since 1987. Not to mention they all been equipped to have even built in radio since 2020.
Volker Wieker as stated before sat up front in the passenger seat, wearing his Prussian general uniform along with a khaki yellow trench coat and a soft comfortable blue knitted scarf that was worn around his neck. On his hands were black leather gloves but on the inside were soft like that of mittens to provide his hands warmth in cold winter weather of the war-torn Republic of Virginia.
Sitting next to him in the drivers seat was Private Tobias Leitzbaum who was piloting the vehicle despite there not being any heating provided in the truck, but despite this these Prussian trucks were designed to endure the harshest cold weather whether it be Russia or Canada in the winter it can endure the cold. Behind him were a unit containing 8 other transport trucks, 6 tanks, 5 amphibious vehicles, and 12 armed combat vehicles with heavy machine guns mounted on top.
“How long until we reach International Zone?” General Wieker asked Leitzbaum as his breath was easily seen in the cold. He didn’t even look at Private Tobias as he just kept staring out the front window of the truck which in front of him was a road that hasn’t been used since the Virginian Civil War, so it had plenty of bumps and potholes in it. But of course that didn’t seem to be a bother since the Prussian military vehicles and their tires were designed to endure such challenges.
“At least 4 hours sir.” Tobias replied as he kept his eyes on the road.
The Prussian general then looked to his right side of the window and could see past the dead trees and he noticed that this didn’t seem to cover a forest as it was getting lighter in size. At first he didn’t think much of it until he noticed what appeared to be plenty of buildings that looked to be a summer camp that Americans used during Pre-Doomsday.
He figured that this camp had seen better days simply put.
But then he made out the images of what appeared to be people and then he noticed fences that surrounded the place for what seemed to be perhaps miles.
“Stop! Turn right!” General Wieker ordered Private Leitzbaum as his warm breath was seen in the cold temperature.
“What is it you see General?” The Prussian private asked his general as he was curious what he was seeing.
“I think theres a camp with people in it.” Wieker replied.
To which Tobias grabbed his walkie talkie and radioed the rest of the team following him to follow his lead under General Wieker’s orders.
“Copy that Private Leitzbaum over.” A woman’s voice was heard over the other end.
Soon the rest of the entire unit followed Tobias to which they all drove through off road terrain being snow, dead leaves, and dead grass and of course dirt that was harden due to the cold weather. Which of course made the tires create crumbling noise as it did so, something to which General Wieker was pretty much used to hearing almost as if it was music now to him in his brain.
As they got closer they noticed what looked like to be a concentration camp something straight out of World War II. There was metal painted fences that surrounded the entire camp and the front entrance was the gate which was locked by what appears to be by some generator in the camp somewhere.
By the looks of it there wasn’t any Christian Patriot soldiers in sight, which wasn’t assuring to Wieker because from his own experience fighting them for the past year now is that the Christian Patriots always high in places you least expect.
He turned on the truck’s radio which signalled all the rest of the unit commanded by him.
“Keep your eyes peeled these bastards can be anywhere.” He ordered everyone.
“Sir from the looks of it this gate is not going to open up unless we ramp it with the vehicle.” Private Tobias informed him.
“Then ramp it we must. These guys are hiding something the world doesn’t want to see.” The general replied.
To which he along with four other military vehicles together ramped the metal gate over which made a large crashing sound and now they were able to get inside this camp.
As the drove through the camp they saw people all of who were malnourished and appeared like walking skeletons whose bones looked as if they could break easily by just doing any form of physical activity that requires one to lift heavy objects.
Plus some of the people were wearing clothes that were black long sleeved shirts that had turtlenecks and pants that were worned out and ripped in many places. Some had shoes on that were coming apart while some were barefooted, none of them even had socks on either. Then there those who were literally barely clothed or just completely naked and exposed to the natural elements.
And those who were naked were shaking like leaves from the cold temperature outside. And even then Wieker and the rest of his unit saw plenty of dead bodies too laying around in various places.
It was hard to tell how any of them died, could of been from hypothermia or anything else unrelated.
And worst of all among some of the dead laying around on the ground were that of children some young as 6 years old from the looks of it.
He then radioed all his men and women serving under his command.
“Everyone get out and if anyone happens to have a camera use it and take pictures of everything you find in this camp.” He ordered.
As he got out along with Private Tobias Leitzbaum a young male who looked to be in his mid teens came up to them. He had dark brown hair similar to that of coffee and had blue eyes, but his face was scarred with bruises and on his left cheek was a burnt scar of a cross that was easily identifiable due to how bright pink it was from the rest of his white face in the cold weather. He had on a black long sleeved turtleneck shirt that was ripped in plenty of areas and on his left shoulder of his shirt had the word “SIN” sown in yellow all caps along with another thing below being a light blue badge that had black colored capital B on it.
“Are you guys here to enslave us and take us to another Salvation Camp?” He asked as he couldn’t even tell who was even good or bad anymore.
“No son were here to liberate you and everyone else here.” General Wieker said in fluent English despite his noticeable Prussian accent to which the boy wondered where he was from.
“Are you English?” The boy asked as he wasn’t aware how England is pretty much a distant memory now.
“No we are Prussian boy, we come from the Kingdom of Prussia.” Wieker replied.
“What’s your name kid?” Private Tobias asked him.
“Ellie…” He said and then paused for a moment.
“Ellie Malus…”
“Can you tell us what happened here Ellie?” Private Tobias asked the boy in a nice calm voice as he wanted to ensure that he came off in a friendly way to the teenage boy so that way he and the rest of the prisoners here would know that he along with the rest of his unit are friendly as well and here to help them.
“They hurt us, they insult us, they make us do backbreaking labor in the snow, the heat, and even the rain.” Ellie replied.
“They label each and everyone one of us as “Sinners”. And if we don’t do as told or we fail to work as hard we get beaten or killed.” He continued and then paused to take a breath.
“Sometimes they’ll shoot you in the head for not working fast enough, sometimes they’ll drag you and beat you with their fists until they kill you…”
“Sometimes they will purposely step over you with their boots and crush your ribs and organs.”
“Sometimes they’ll even nail you to a cross and put you on display as an example for other prisoners to be terrified of.”
“Nail you to a cross!?” General Wieker spat out in shock.
To which Ellie nodded in a stoic expression.
“Either they use regular nails through your wrists and then feet, or if they really want to make you endure complete pain they use a nailgun.” He replied.
General Wieker couldn’t believe what he was hearing as it sounded completely out of what the Nazis did during the Holocaust. Some of his own ancestors too being responsible for such sick crimes against humanity.
“How long have you been here Ellie?” Tobias asked him.
“I been here for I think 3 or 4 years… I can’t remember anymore honestly it feels so long ago since I saw the outside world.” The boy responded.
“Why were you sent here?” General Wieker asked him.
“Because I am a bastard. I was born out of wedlock and anyone who is born out of wedlock or born to people who are unmarried they are considered disgraceful animals under the eyes of God.” Ellie said to him.
“People like me along with those with mental disabilities or deformities are considered born already committing sin inside the womb and therefore they cannot repent since you have to be born without sin to do so…”
“I take it you don’t believe any of that shit right?” Tobias asked him.
“Yeah I don’t believe any of the bullshit that the so called Prophet being Rob Martley believes. He is evil and I want him fucking hanged from a god damn tree and lit on fire for simply being alive and breathing on the same planet as me.”
“Ellie son…” General Wieker said to him in the way a father would say to his own very son as a form of comfort.
“You are an amazing person for putting up through all of this evil put upon you and everyone else in this camp. You might not think it, but to me you are a strong kid having to endure that.”
“Now I ask of you Ellie that you help us tell the entire world about the evils that the Christian Patriots are doing, the world must know not just your story but every single victim’s story under the Christian Patriot regime.”
Ellie couldn’t help but shed a single tear down his cheek upon hearing that.
“I will help you… Um…” He said as he realized he didn’t quite get the general’s name.
“I’m General Wieker of the Prussian Army, this here is Private Tobias.” Wieker told the boy in a polite calm manner, and his voice despite the cold air surround them gave a warm touch of friendliness something nobody in this camp has seen in what seemed like forever.
“But you can call me Volker, I don’t mind.” The Prussian general smiled and grabbed a wrapped chocolate bar out of his chest pocket and gave it to Ellie who hasn’t touched chocolate in years. To the teenage boy it was like coming across diamonds or gold.
-Somewhere in war-torn Republic of Virginia, March 25th, 2022
Volker Wieker as stated before sat up front in the passenger seat, wearing his Prussian general uniform along with a khaki yellow trench coat and a soft comfortable blue knitted scarf that was worn around his neck. On his hands were black leather gloves but on the inside were soft like that of mittens to provide his hands warmth in cold winter weather of the war-torn Republic of Virginia.
Sitting next to him in the drivers seat was Private Tobias Leitzbaum who was piloting the vehicle despite there not being any heating provided in the truck, but despite this these Prussian trucks were designed to endure the harshest cold weather whether it be Russia or Canada in the winter it can endure the cold. Behind him were a unit containing 8 other transport trucks, 6 tanks, 5 amphibious vehicles, and 12 armed combat vehicles with heavy machine guns mounted on top.
“How long until we reach International Zone?” General Wieker asked Leitzbaum as his breath was easily seen in the cold. He didn’t even look at Private Tobias as he just kept staring out the front window of the truck which in front of him was a road that hasn’t been used since the Virginian Civil War, so it had plenty of bumps and potholes in it. But of course that didn’t seem to be a bother since the Prussian military vehicles and their tires were designed to endure such challenges.
“At least 4 hours sir.” Tobias replied as he kept his eyes on the road.
The Prussian general then looked to his right side of the window and could see past the dead trees and he noticed that this didn’t seem to cover a forest as it was getting lighter in size. At first he didn’t think much of it until he noticed what appeared to be plenty of buildings that looked to be a summer camp that Americans used during Pre-Doomsday.
He figured that this camp had seen better days simply put.
But then he made out the images of what appeared to be people and then he noticed fences that surrounded the place for what seemed to be perhaps miles.
“Stop! Turn right!” General Wieker ordered Private Leitzbaum as his warm breath was seen in the cold temperature.
“What is it you see General?” The Prussian private asked his general as he was curious what he was seeing.
“I think theres a camp with people in it.” Wieker replied.
To which Tobias grabbed his walkie talkie and radioed the rest of the team following him to follow his lead under General Wieker’s orders.
“Copy that Private Leitzbaum over.” A woman’s voice was heard over the other end.
Soon the rest of the entire unit followed Tobias to which they all drove through off road terrain being snow, dead leaves, and dead grass and of course dirt that was harden due to the cold weather. Which of course made the tires create crumbling noise as it did so, something to which General Wieker was pretty much used to hearing almost as if it was music now to him in his brain.
As they got closer they noticed what looked like to be a concentration camp something straight out of World War II. There was metal painted fences that surrounded the entire camp and the front entrance was the gate which was locked by what appears to be by some generator in the camp somewhere.
By the looks of it there wasn’t any Christian Patriot soldiers in sight, which wasn’t assuring to Wieker because from his own experience fighting them for the past year now is that the Christian Patriots always high in places you least expect.
He turned on the truck’s radio which signalled all the rest of the unit commanded by him.
“Keep your eyes peeled these bastards can be anywhere.” He ordered everyone.
“Sir from the looks of it this gate is not going to open up unless we ramp it with the vehicle.” Private Tobias informed him.
“Then ramp it we must. These guys are hiding something the world doesn’t want to see.” The general replied.
To which he along with four other military vehicles together ramped the metal gate over which made a large crashing sound and now they were able to get inside this camp.
As the drove through the camp they saw people all of who were malnourished and appeared like walking skeletons whose bones looked as if they could break easily by just doing any form of physical activity that requires one to lift heavy objects.
Plus some of the people were wearing clothes that were black long sleeved shirts that had turtlenecks and pants that were worned out and ripped in many places. Some had shoes on that were coming apart while some were barefooted, none of them even had socks on either. Then there those who were literally barely clothed or just completely naked and exposed to the natural elements.
And those who were naked were shaking like leaves from the cold temperature outside. And even then Wieker and the rest of his unit saw plenty of dead bodies too laying around in various places.
It was hard to tell how any of them died, could of been from hypothermia or anything else unrelated.
And worst of all among some of the dead laying around on the ground were that of children some young as 6 years old from the looks of it.
He then radioed all his men and women serving under his command.
“Everyone get out and if anyone happens to have a camera use it and take pictures of everything you find in this camp.” He ordered.
As he got out along with Private Tobias Leitzbaum a young male who looked to be in his mid teens came up to them. He had dark brown hair similar to that of coffee and had blue eyes, but his face was scarred with bruises and on his left cheek was a burnt scar of a cross that was easily identifiable due to how bright pink it was from the rest of his white face in the cold weather. He had on a black long sleeved turtleneck shirt that was ripped in plenty of areas and on his left shoulder of his shirt had the word “SIN” sown in yellow all caps along with another thing below being a light blue badge that had black colored capital B on it.
“Are you guys here to enslave us and take us to another Salvation Camp?” He asked as he couldn’t even tell who was even good or bad anymore.
“No son were here to liberate you and everyone else here.” General Wieker said in fluent English despite his noticeable Prussian accent to which the boy wondered where he was from.
“Are you English?” The boy asked as he wasn’t aware how England is pretty much a distant memory now.
“No we are Prussian boy, we come from the Kingdom of Prussia.” Wieker replied.
“What’s your name kid?” Private Tobias asked him.
“Ellie…” He said and then paused for a moment.
“Ellie Malus…”
“Can you tell us what happened here Ellie?” Private Tobias asked the boy in a nice calm voice as he wanted to ensure that he came off in a friendly way to the teenage boy so that way he and the rest of the prisoners here would know that he along with the rest of his unit are friendly as well and here to help them.
“They hurt us, they insult us, they make us do backbreaking labor in the snow, the heat, and even the rain.” Ellie replied.
“They label each and everyone one of us as “Sinners”. And if we don’t do as told or we fail to work as hard we get beaten or killed.” He continued and then paused to take a breath.
“Sometimes they’ll shoot you in the head for not working fast enough, sometimes they’ll drag you and beat you with their fists until they kill you…”
“Sometimes they will purposely step over you with their boots and crush your ribs and organs.”
“Sometimes they’ll even nail you to a cross and put you on display as an example for other prisoners to be terrified of.”
“Nail you to a cross!?” General Wieker spat out in shock.
To which Ellie nodded in a stoic expression.
“Either they use regular nails through your wrists and then feet, or if they really want to make you endure complete pain they use a nailgun.” He replied.
General Wieker couldn’t believe what he was hearing as it sounded completely out of what the Nazis did during the Holocaust. Some of his own ancestors too being responsible for such sick crimes against humanity.
“How long have you been here Ellie?” Tobias asked him.
“I been here for I think 3 or 4 years… I can’t remember anymore honestly it feels so long ago since I saw the outside world.” The boy responded.
“Why were you sent here?” General Wieker asked him.
“Because I am a bastard. I was born out of wedlock and anyone who is born out of wedlock or born to people who are unmarried they are considered disgraceful animals under the eyes of God.” Ellie said to him.
“People like me along with those with mental disabilities or deformities are considered born already committing sin inside the womb and therefore they cannot repent since you have to be born without sin to do so…”
“I take it you don’t believe any of that shit right?” Tobias asked him.
“Yeah I don’t believe any of the bullshit that the so called Prophet being Rob Martley believes. He is evil and I want him fucking hanged from a god damn tree and lit on fire for simply being alive and breathing on the same planet as me.”
“Ellie son…” General Wieker said to him in the way a father would say to his own very son as a form of comfort.
“You are an amazing person for putting up through all of this evil put upon you and everyone else in this camp. You might not think it, but to me you are a strong kid having to endure that.”
“Now I ask of you Ellie that you help us tell the entire world about the evils that the Christian Patriots are doing, the world must know not just your story but every single victim’s story under the Christian Patriot regime.”
Ellie couldn’t help but shed a single tear down his cheek upon hearing that.
“I will help you… Um…” He said as he realized he didn’t quite get the general’s name.
“I’m General Wieker of the Prussian Army, this here is Private Tobias.” Wieker told the boy in a polite calm manner, and his voice despite the cold air surround them gave a warm touch of friendliness something nobody in this camp has seen in what seemed like forever.
“But you can call me Volker, I don’t mind.” The Prussian general smiled and grabbed a wrapped chocolate bar out of his chest pocket and gave it to Ellie who hasn’t touched chocolate in years. To the teenage boy it was like coming across diamonds or gold.
-Somewhere in war-torn Republic of Virginia, March 25th, 2022
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Oh boy, this is going to collapse like a pile of bricks for the Christian Patriots.
As soon as word gets out to the rest of the world about these atrocities, what they're going to do to the Christian Patriots will not be pretty.
I just want the Christian Patriots, the Hamas Caliphate, and Red November to kill each other in a Battle Royale style of warfare.
Remember my contribution in my last post? Here's another one of my contribution, enjoy!
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Justinian (over the phone): You've heard on the news today?
Theodora (over the phone too): I've already heard it right now. I can't believe those communists degenerates have decided to join the war the elites have created. I can't see no further with this hypocrisy we've heard and seen today. This war must end now, in our terms, not them, not ANZC or SAC. Ours....you've got any plan Justinian?
J: I have one. The one that we built on our own hands a couple of weeks ago...I have began to upload it towards completion. It would take a hour to upload a kind of Deep Net forum like that; and I had to hide the real IP address and created some kind of back-up servers, with different IP address, of our forum in case some lunatic by the name of 'Grey Fox' decides to burn our blessed land down...
T: Like the one modelled on the poor Austrialian Brotherhood site?
J: Indeed.
T: So how would worked out like that?
J: Just wait. We'll wait, we'll wait and we'll wait. Our forum, or rather our group that we made on blood and tears, is tailor made for those patriots who had lost their way fighting against the evil while they themselves dragging by those oppurtunists and egoists in our ranks. We couldn't see our war to lose on a simple mistake. We must win; and show it to our children that we followed the hearts of the Founding Fathers, and voice of every American race still living in the world...
J: ....because that glory of reclaiming our dear American land is ours, and ours only. But for now, we will hide ourselves under the darkness and we'll build our small grouo into an army on the level of those worthy degenerates like the Hamas; but is capable of destroying those degenerates in our own backyard to years come...and in the end, the Founding Fathers would bless us all...
T: So, that's all?
J: That's all I had in my heart.
T: Alright then....goodnight Justinian....
J: Goodnight you too. But I'll wait until our forum is now online. But anyways, godspeed. Glory to America...
T: ...blessed be the American race...
J and T: ....A nation reborn.
- Somewhere on the Provisional USA, March 23, 2022
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"To all those patriots and genuine freedom fighters who are fighting our freedom here in our sacred land from those degenerates like the Provisional USA and other degenerates like the ANZC, SAC or Soviet degenerates, on our homes...
"My name is NewGuardianAngel; and I have created a paradise known as the 'American Guardian Society', that I built with my blood, my sweat and my tears coming from my heart knowing that I would die fighting for freedom in our land blessed by the Founding Fathers...
"For now, I am currently hiding on a place known as 'The Bunker', hiding from degenerates or patriots who had no genuine heart to liberate our land, and only fight when money were involved...
"Just click on the simple link below, and you could enjoy our own paradise in this deep net....
"But we will not stay there in the paradise forever. We will unite ourselves under that guise. We will arm ourselves under that guise. And we will fight together as one, true American race, under that guise....
"Make no mistake, degenerates, this is your last days in our blessed land. And you better you start praying right now; because when we step out of the shadows, you know you won't gonna win....
"Glory to America. Blessed be the American race. A nation reborn!"
[Forum Link]
"Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus. (Latin for Let justice be done, though the world perish.) - Ferdinand I"
-Posted somewhere on the Deep Net, March 24, 2022
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Justinian (over the phone): You've heard on the news today?
Theodora (over the phone too): I've already heard it right now. I can't believe those communists degenerates have decided to join the war the elites have created. I can't see no further with this hypocrisy we've heard and seen today. This war must end now, in our terms, not them, not ANZC or SAC. Ours....you've got any plan Justinian?
J: I have one. The one that we built on our own hands a couple of weeks ago...I have began to upload it towards completion. It would take a hour to upload a kind of Deep Net forum like that; and I had to hide the real IP address and created some kind of back-up servers, with different IP address, of our forum in case some lunatic by the name of 'Grey Fox' decides to burn our blessed land down...
T: Like the one modelled on the poor Austrialian Brotherhood site?
J: Indeed.
T: So how would worked out like that?
J: Just wait. We'll wait, we'll wait and we'll wait. Our forum, or rather our group that we made on blood and tears, is tailor made for those patriots who had lost their way fighting against the evil while they themselves dragging by those oppurtunists and egoists in our ranks. We couldn't see our war to lose on a simple mistake. We must win; and show it to our children that we followed the hearts of the Founding Fathers, and voice of every American race still living in the world...
J: ....because that glory of reclaiming our dear American land is ours, and ours only. But for now, we will hide ourselves under the darkness and we'll build our small grouo into an army on the level of those worthy degenerates like the Hamas; but is capable of destroying those degenerates in our own backyard to years come...and in the end, the Founding Fathers would bless us all...
T: So, that's all?
J: That's all I had in my heart.
T: Alright then....goodnight Justinian....
J: Goodnight you too. But I'll wait until our forum is now online. But anyways, godspeed. Glory to America...
T: ...blessed be the American race...
J and T: ....A nation reborn.
- Somewhere on the Provisional USA, March 23, 2022
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"To all those patriots and genuine freedom fighters who are fighting our freedom here in our sacred land from those degenerates like the Provisional USA and other degenerates like the ANZC, SAC or Soviet degenerates, on our homes...
"My name is NewGuardianAngel; and I have created a paradise known as the 'American Guardian Society', that I built with my blood, my sweat and my tears coming from my heart knowing that I would die fighting for freedom in our land blessed by the Founding Fathers...
"For now, I am currently hiding on a place known as 'The Bunker', hiding from degenerates or patriots who had no genuine heart to liberate our land, and only fight when money were involved...
"Just click on the simple link below, and you could enjoy our own paradise in this deep net....
"But we will not stay there in the paradise forever. We will unite ourselves under that guise. We will arm ourselves under that guise. And we will fight together as one, true American race, under that guise....
"Make no mistake, degenerates, this is your last days in our blessed land. And you better you start praying right now; because when we step out of the shadows, you know you won't gonna win....
"Glory to America. Blessed be the American race. A nation reborn!"
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"Fiat iustitia, et pereat mundus. (Latin for Let justice be done, though the world perish.) - Ferdinand I"
-Posted somewhere on the Deep Net, March 24, 2022
It was currently 10:40 PM in Eastern Australian Standard Time in the ANZC Capital Territory of Jervis Bay. Louis sat in his wheelchair while sitting at his desk going over stuff on his bulky desktop computer as he overviewed leads on whereabouts of Osama bin Laden, along with intel from other terrorist groups worldwide. He also was keeping up-to-date every half hour on news reports about basically anything that he might feel is important no matter where it is in the world.
A Maori woman in he early thirties named Clarissa Tahukiwa walked into his office to which he noticed as he turned his eyes toward her as he noticed she was wearing a nice work related dress that was dark grey. She was wearing beige colored dress shoes on her feet along with a nice work related dress skirt that went down to her knees.
Tahukiwa had been working as one of Louis’s staff since he was given the position of Director of the CIB. Before that she was working for New Zealand’s intelligence sector until she got a position over in Jervis Bay which she had to obviously accept since it meant even better pay.
Her hair was black and that of the popular hime cut which by this time pretty much was the popular hair style across the ANZC and Latin America, despite it originating in Japan.
As for Louis himself his hair was still dirty blonde as always and as always was just plain and ordinary as he always had it. His hair was recently trimmed to short though. As for his clothing he was wearing dress shoes that were slip-ons that were in the color of black, he wore striped grey polyester dress pants and leisure suit. His leisure suit was unbuttoned completely which revealed he had on a nice black t-shirt that said “ADELAIDE” in a retro appeal to in Peignot font all colored in white.
Pretty much since the late 2010’s, it seems that some 70’s fashion have made its way back to common popularity. That along with the fact men and even women in Australia have fallen in love with the flat cap which is instead now called the “English cap”, funny enough it seeing great popularity in Brazil now too.
“Hey you almost finished?” Clarissa asked him as she pretty much knew him well enough when it comes to relationship between coworkers.
“Yeah… Almost.” Louis replied still staring at the computer screen.
“You heading out?” He asked her while still looking at his computer.
“Well I was thinking… Maybe you and I should go out and have ourselves a drink or two at the local bar.” She said in a sweet voice.
He paused for a moment and then went back to typing away at his keyboard.
“I’m not interested sorry…” Louis said to her.
“Are you sure?” She asked trying to convince him to change his mind.
“I mean it wouldn’t hurt to get your mind off of what going on in the world right now.” She added.
“I said I am not fucking interested Clarissa!” Louis said in a rude tone as he looked at her as he sat in his wheelchair.
“I don’t have fucking time to sit back and ignore what going on in the world. Our men and women are over in Saudi Arabia right now dying to make this world a better place!”
“And at any fucking time that asshole Osama can decide to drop a nuke anywhere in the world just to give us more fucking problems to deal with! As if we have enough problems already!” He said raising his voice as she stood there staring at him.
“By the way I know your interested in me. You want me to come back to your apartment so we can crash for the night and somehow your hoping that by some miracle we end up becoming a couple.”
The New Zealander woman was baffled by that to which she replied.
“I mean I’ll admit I do like you and I do admit I would like to go out with you Louis! But Christ you could of fucking been nice about it you know and tell me “I’m not interested” and I would have left you alone!”
“So you do admit you want to date me?” Louis snapped back at her.
“Then I’m going to be fucking honest with you why I don’t want to go out with you!”
“I’m in a god damn wheelchair and I can’t fucking feel anything down my waist. I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel my fucking feet, I can’t even get an erection anymore!”
“Not to mention I have to get helped constantly when I go to the bathroom just so I can take a shit or a simple piss. In a few cases I have even shat my own damn pants because I didn’t feel it happen!” He said to her this time in a calmer voice.
“Do you know what that must feel like to shit your own damn pants and not know about it until you smell it? Its embarrassing! Its like I am a fucking baby again and that I need my nappy changed and yet I am a fucking adult in my twenties having this damn problem!”
“I hate it so fucking much! I wouldn’t wish this on any fucking person not even fucking Osama!” He said to her breaking his calmness and going back to anger that was actually more of controlled anger as he wasn’t breaking anything, only just raising his voice with a angry look on his face.
“And even I wasn’t paralyzed from the waist down, I wouldn’t feel up to committing myself to another romantic relationship.” Louis then said to her going back down to a calmer voice.
“I mean like I said before I can’t ignore everything that going on in the world for just once. I am the Director of the CIB and I just can’t allow myself to do that…”
“Plus I don’t think I could have sex with anyone else, it wouldn’t feel the same like when I was dating Ana. I mean when I was with her sex with her felt like it had a deeper meaning when it came to love.”
“I mean I did have some few sexual encounters with a few women after she died all of which were women who were like in their thirties. But even then I just couldn’t feel the same like when I did it with Ana, and it angers me that I can’t even explain it because even I can’t understand it either.”
“I mean its hard for me to move on from her, I mean she has been dead for years now. And I have long since accepted the fact she is dead and never coming back, but it still pisses me off that I still have dreams of her and I am tired of it.”
“I am tired having dreams about her. I want to move on in life and see where I will end up honestly. But it just so hard when I get dreams with her in it whenever they happen. I mean I never want to forget my memories of her, but I just want it to simply stop.”
“But even then I feel that if I stop thinking about her I’ll stop thinking about her completely. I mean if that happens then she truly is dead and I do not want that either…” He said as he grabbed a glass of white grape wine and poured himself a tiny bit of it to drink from.
“Yeah I’m a clusterfuck of thoughts. I can’t make up my damn mind when it comes to her and it really sucks.” He said calmly to the Maori woman.
“It just is what it is…” He finished his small glass of white grape wine.
“Well I know your lonely Louis and trust me I can see it every time I am around you, not to mention I think everyone can honestly…” Clarissa replied to him.
“But I don’t want you to be lonely for the rest of your life.”
“Then I’ll tell you what Clar…” Louis replied as he thought for a moment what to say.
“I’ll be happier if you come back to my apartment tonight. I’ll be happier with just having you in my presence and I think that is what is most important.” He told her calmly.
“That sounds good to me then.” She gave him a bright warm smile.
-CIB Headquarters, ANZC Capital Territory, March 26th, 2022
A Maori woman in he early thirties named Clarissa Tahukiwa walked into his office to which he noticed as he turned his eyes toward her as he noticed she was wearing a nice work related dress that was dark grey. She was wearing beige colored dress shoes on her feet along with a nice work related dress skirt that went down to her knees.
Tahukiwa had been working as one of Louis’s staff since he was given the position of Director of the CIB. Before that she was working for New Zealand’s intelligence sector until she got a position over in Jervis Bay which she had to obviously accept since it meant even better pay.
Her hair was black and that of the popular hime cut which by this time pretty much was the popular hair style across the ANZC and Latin America, despite it originating in Japan.
As for Louis himself his hair was still dirty blonde as always and as always was just plain and ordinary as he always had it. His hair was recently trimmed to short though. As for his clothing he was wearing dress shoes that were slip-ons that were in the color of black, he wore striped grey polyester dress pants and leisure suit. His leisure suit was unbuttoned completely which revealed he had on a nice black t-shirt that said “ADELAIDE” in a retro appeal to in Peignot font all colored in white.
Pretty much since the late 2010’s, it seems that some 70’s fashion have made its way back to common popularity. That along with the fact men and even women in Australia have fallen in love with the flat cap which is instead now called the “English cap”, funny enough it seeing great popularity in Brazil now too.
“Hey you almost finished?” Clarissa asked him as she pretty much knew him well enough when it comes to relationship between coworkers.
“Yeah… Almost.” Louis replied still staring at the computer screen.
“You heading out?” He asked her while still looking at his computer.
“Well I was thinking… Maybe you and I should go out and have ourselves a drink or two at the local bar.” She said in a sweet voice.
He paused for a moment and then went back to typing away at his keyboard.
“I’m not interested sorry…” Louis said to her.
“Are you sure?” She asked trying to convince him to change his mind.
“I mean it wouldn’t hurt to get your mind off of what going on in the world right now.” She added.
“I said I am not fucking interested Clarissa!” Louis said in a rude tone as he looked at her as he sat in his wheelchair.
“I don’t have fucking time to sit back and ignore what going on in the world. Our men and women are over in Saudi Arabia right now dying to make this world a better place!”
“And at any fucking time that asshole Osama can decide to drop a nuke anywhere in the world just to give us more fucking problems to deal with! As if we have enough problems already!” He said raising his voice as she stood there staring at him.
“By the way I know your interested in me. You want me to come back to your apartment so we can crash for the night and somehow your hoping that by some miracle we end up becoming a couple.”
The New Zealander woman was baffled by that to which she replied.
“I mean I’ll admit I do like you and I do admit I would like to go out with you Louis! But Christ you could of fucking been nice about it you know and tell me “I’m not interested” and I would have left you alone!”
“So you do admit you want to date me?” Louis snapped back at her.
“Then I’m going to be fucking honest with you why I don’t want to go out with you!”
“I’m in a god damn wheelchair and I can’t fucking feel anything down my waist. I can’t feel my legs, I can’t feel my fucking feet, I can’t even get an erection anymore!”
“Not to mention I have to get helped constantly when I go to the bathroom just so I can take a shit or a simple piss. In a few cases I have even shat my own damn pants because I didn’t feel it happen!” He said to her this time in a calmer voice.
“Do you know what that must feel like to shit your own damn pants and not know about it until you smell it? Its embarrassing! Its like I am a fucking baby again and that I need my nappy changed and yet I am a fucking adult in my twenties having this damn problem!”
“I hate it so fucking much! I wouldn’t wish this on any fucking person not even fucking Osama!” He said to her breaking his calmness and going back to anger that was actually more of controlled anger as he wasn’t breaking anything, only just raising his voice with a angry look on his face.
“And even I wasn’t paralyzed from the waist down, I wouldn’t feel up to committing myself to another romantic relationship.” Louis then said to her going back down to a calmer voice.
“I mean like I said before I can’t ignore everything that going on in the world for just once. I am the Director of the CIB and I just can’t allow myself to do that…”
“Plus I don’t think I could have sex with anyone else, it wouldn’t feel the same like when I was dating Ana. I mean when I was with her sex with her felt like it had a deeper meaning when it came to love.”
“I mean I did have some few sexual encounters with a few women after she died all of which were women who were like in their thirties. But even then I just couldn’t feel the same like when I did it with Ana, and it angers me that I can’t even explain it because even I can’t understand it either.”
“I mean its hard for me to move on from her, I mean she has been dead for years now. And I have long since accepted the fact she is dead and never coming back, but it still pisses me off that I still have dreams of her and I am tired of it.”
“I am tired having dreams about her. I want to move on in life and see where I will end up honestly. But it just so hard when I get dreams with her in it whenever they happen. I mean I never want to forget my memories of her, but I just want it to simply stop.”
“But even then I feel that if I stop thinking about her I’ll stop thinking about her completely. I mean if that happens then she truly is dead and I do not want that either…” He said as he grabbed a glass of white grape wine and poured himself a tiny bit of it to drink from.
“Yeah I’m a clusterfuck of thoughts. I can’t make up my damn mind when it comes to her and it really sucks.” He said calmly to the Maori woman.
“It just is what it is…” He finished his small glass of white grape wine.
“Well I know your lonely Louis and trust me I can see it every time I am around you, not to mention I think everyone can honestly…” Clarissa replied to him.
“But I don’t want you to be lonely for the rest of your life.”
“Then I’ll tell you what Clar…” Louis replied as he thought for a moment what to say.
“I’ll be happier if you come back to my apartment tonight. I’ll be happier with just having you in my presence and I think that is what is most important.” He told her calmly.
“That sounds good to me then.” She gave him a bright warm smile.
-CIB Headquarters, ANZC Capital Territory, March 26th, 2022
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Off topic question but does relate to this TL.
How many animals and plants gone extinct during Doomsday? I mean Doomsday fucked a lot of things up and if you think about there probably plenty of cases of people seeing lions and tigers wandering around Europe and maybe even North America. Hell I bet there be a lot of elephants wandering around too in warmer areas of North America.
How many animals and plants gone extinct during Doomsday? I mean Doomsday fucked a lot of things up and if you think about there probably plenty of cases of people seeing lions and tigers wandering around Europe and maybe even North America. Hell I bet there be a lot of elephants wandering around too in warmer areas of North America.
Well, given that zoos in most major cities around the world are still defunct many years later, that might be the case. These are the descendants of zoo animals that had escaped during or after Doomsday.
Not mention places like China and Netherlands got fucked pretty but in Doomsday. Safe to say a lot of native species in Netherlands are long but extinct especially if they were only native to Netherlands.
On the contrary, places like Africa, South America, and Southeast Asia would see a boom in endangered species since Doomsday basically affected big game hunting and poaching. True, most local Netherlands species may be gone but we'd also see a return of some endangered species in OTL. For example, the Java Rhino (Rhinoceros sondaicus) are near-extinct as of OTL 2020 as only ~60 individuals remain. With Doomsday occurring, these may have been butterflied away.
And speaking of ferals, we would probably see these in the wastelands of the U.S. and Europe:
And speaking of ferals, we would probably see these in the wastelands of the U.S. and Europe:
Maybe. Maybe the radiation, or its climate on a generally hostile northern hemisphere, has made some animals to evolved in order to survived to its radioactive surroundings (just like what happen in Chernobyl).
But overall, those animals will thrive on the concrete jungle. No questions ask.
Consider that in OTL, Jeremy Wade of River Monsters managed to catch a mutated giant cat fish near Pripyat.
We'd see more of these mutated animals such as being bigger in size or having different traits from where they diverged.
And on the other hand....
I would kinda like to see what happens to that Hamas Caliphate; just right after the Siberian Soviets decided that: "Enough is enough! I may be a damned and evil communist nation, but I'll save the world from those terrorists who wanted to destroy more in this world, not satisfied to the Doomsday results!", joins on a LoN coalition blitzkrieg against them that would - by realistically speaking - would crush in matter of months or years as a result of being incapable of fighting a organized, well-trained, well-equipped army itself.
That would be fun.
I would kinda like to see what happens to that Hamas Caliphate; just right after the Siberian Soviets decided that: "Enough is enough! I may be a damned and evil communist nation, but I'll save the world from those terrorists who wanted to destroy more in this world, not satisfied to the Doomsday results!", joins on a LoN coalition blitzkrieg against them that would - by realistically speaking - would crush in matter of months or years as a result of being incapable of fighting a organized, well-trained, well-equipped army itself.
That would be fun.
Well looking at just one example would be Hawaii. I mean Oahu was fucked during Doomsday and pretty much any species that are only native to the island are either extinct or critically endangered. Especially when it comes to birds only native to Oahu.