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[Tenacious T][Secret Project: Wrath of God]
Oi, pessoal
Eu ja estive aqui no CdE uma vez mas minhas historias foram um fracasso total (uma coisa que nao deveria dizer quando se esta prestes a ler uma historia minha, mas é a verdade e a verdade dói)...
Vou tentar de novo...
A história está em ingles pq ela começou sendo uma Redação para minha aula de Reading aqui nos EUA e se transformou em algo mais...
Ela vai ser dividida em varios episódios (nao sei pq) e esse é mais ou menos o episódio que introduz a historia. Se vcs gostarem eu coloco Episodio 2. Se nao, nao!
Bom, aqui vai:
Prologue Part I: The End is the Beggining
September 11th, 2001.
The world is struck with pain. Two airline planes crash into two buildings. The second greatest terrorrist act in history shook the pride of the people of a country once known as United States of America. The President declares War against Terror, with great grief.
May 29th, 2003
The President of the United States declares War against a country once called Iraq and North Korea, in a speech never forgotten. The main goal to acheive is to destroy their tactical weapons and annul their chances of making terror prevail.
June 1st, 2003
A secret project later to be called Project Wrath of God is iniciated by North Korea and Russia. Even if their purposes are unknown, the United States fights against it, for it is renown as an act of terror.
June 30th, 2003
The President of the United States makes a grievous speech, changing the fate of the world. President George W. Bush resigned from office, after admitting that World War III had been a failure. He died of mysterious causes the following day and Congress seized power.
July 2nd, 2003
The US drops a Nuclear Bomb upon Baghdad, capital of Iraq, killing more than 2 million people instantly.
July 3rd, 2003
Known simply as “The Day”, World War III was declared. The World vs. United States. Blood spread everywhere. More nations joined the Project Wrath of God, but some still believed in primary terror-less justice.
December 21st, 2004
After more than one year of fighting, a new kind of bomb is dropped upon New York City. 30 million people are killed instantly, and more than 200 million are dead after the following week. The Project Wrath of God takes responsability for it afterwards.
January 1st, 2005
A second bomb from the Project Wrath of God is dropped exactly at 90 degrees latitude, 0 degrees longitude, in the South Pole. As a consquence, Antartica melts almost instantly, causing a great flood, killing more than half the population of Earth.
After that day, the world did not count time anymore. The population was divided into two factions that still fight each other. The Sojourners of Truth, that follow the idea of the Project that everything must be destroyed, so that God can start it all over, and the Defenders of Justice, that fight against them.
Their story is told here...
Paul pulled his aircraft to a safe altitude to avoid the missile, and watched as the weapon flied razing his wing. He was safe, for the moment.
“Flying at high altitude. Need assistance” he called over the radio, observing the blood-colored dusk sky.
“Be right there” said his squadron mate, Neil.
And his aircraft pulled up through the stratosphere. The air could be seen, evading his blue wings in purple whisps reflecting the golden sun below.
Meanwhile, Paul had been trying to escape a Sojourner on his tail. He went right, he went left but the Sojourner’s crosshairs never seemed to flee from his aircraft.
“I can’t get him off my tail. He’s locked onto me!” he said, deseprately pulling his joystick down, diving his ship into the ocean beneath the whispering wind of summer.
The Sojourner started to fire his gun, seeing that the desperate Defender in front of him was starting to flee. The green rays ravaged Paul’s wing, just when he heard a blow, and the Sojourner was gone.
“Thanks Neil”
“You’re the man, Chief” said Neil
“That’s all for today” said a voice over the radio, and their cockpits went blank. Paul opened his cabin and dragged himself out of the simulator he’d been on since the morning for casual testing.
Paul was an average person. Average height, weight and personality. Perfect for the military. His short hair, black as a crow’s feather, appeared as he took off his helmet.
“Lieutenant Lockwood” said Neil, as they met in the hallway.
“Forsythe” responded Paul.
Neil was a tall man, with short yellowish hair. His face was long and his nose was thin and bony. He himself was really thin too. He and Lieutenant walked along the hallway talking about useless things, such as the weather, their superiors and food. They went to their lockers and put on their normal clothes and headed for the cafeteria.
“Lieutenant” said a brown-haired woman, with a South-American accent.
“Carvalho” said Paul
Rita Carvalho was one of the many non-american pilots of the Defender Order. She was from Brazil and fleed to the USA when her city flooded during the aftermath of the Wrath of God bomb in Antartica. She, Paul and Neil composed the front flank of the Rushfire Squadron.
“I heard that we might be going into war soon” said Rita, sitting with her squad mates at a table nearby.
“Bullshit. They never give us real fighting. Only that simulator all the time.” Said Zico Perez, seating himself along with the others. He too was a member of their squadron.
“I wonder why we’re losing this stupid war”
“Stupid? This war is what brought you here in the first place” Neil pointed out.
“But this is not my war, it’s –” replied Zico
“This is the World’s War, Zico. If we can’t win, then those Sojourners will press the reset button and we’ll just turn into cinders. Is that what you want?” Asked Paul
“No”
“Then it’s your war”
And they stayed silent until the end of dinner.
Oi, pessoal
Eu ja estive aqui no CdE uma vez mas minhas historias foram um fracasso total (uma coisa que nao deveria dizer quando se esta prestes a ler uma historia minha, mas é a verdade e a verdade dói)...
Vou tentar de novo...
A história está em ingles pq ela começou sendo uma Redação para minha aula de Reading aqui nos EUA e se transformou em algo mais...
Ela vai ser dividida em varios episódios (nao sei pq) e esse é mais ou menos o episódio que introduz a historia. Se vcs gostarem eu coloco Episodio 2. Se nao, nao!
Bom, aqui vai:
Prologue Part I: The End is the Beggining
September 11th, 2001.
The world is struck with pain. Two airline planes crash into two buildings. The second greatest terrorrist act in history shook the pride of the people of a country once known as United States of America. The President declares War against Terror, with great grief.
May 29th, 2003
The President of the United States declares War against a country once called Iraq and North Korea, in a speech never forgotten. The main goal to acheive is to destroy their tactical weapons and annul their chances of making terror prevail.
June 1st, 2003
A secret project later to be called Project Wrath of God is iniciated by North Korea and Russia. Even if their purposes are unknown, the United States fights against it, for it is renown as an act of terror.
June 30th, 2003
The President of the United States makes a grievous speech, changing the fate of the world. President George W. Bush resigned from office, after admitting that World War III had been a failure. He died of mysterious causes the following day and Congress seized power.
July 2nd, 2003
The US drops a Nuclear Bomb upon Baghdad, capital of Iraq, killing more than 2 million people instantly.
July 3rd, 2003
Known simply as “The Day”, World War III was declared. The World vs. United States. Blood spread everywhere. More nations joined the Project Wrath of God, but some still believed in primary terror-less justice.
December 21st, 2004
After more than one year of fighting, a new kind of bomb is dropped upon New York City. 30 million people are killed instantly, and more than 200 million are dead after the following week. The Project Wrath of God takes responsability for it afterwards.
January 1st, 2005
A second bomb from the Project Wrath of God is dropped exactly at 90 degrees latitude, 0 degrees longitude, in the South Pole. As a consquence, Antartica melts almost instantly, causing a great flood, killing more than half the population of Earth.
After that day, the world did not count time anymore. The population was divided into two factions that still fight each other. The Sojourners of Truth, that follow the idea of the Project that everything must be destroyed, so that God can start it all over, and the Defenders of Justice, that fight against them.
Their story is told here...
Paul pulled his aircraft to a safe altitude to avoid the missile, and watched as the weapon flied razing his wing. He was safe, for the moment.
“Flying at high altitude. Need assistance” he called over the radio, observing the blood-colored dusk sky.
“Be right there” said his squadron mate, Neil.
And his aircraft pulled up through the stratosphere. The air could be seen, evading his blue wings in purple whisps reflecting the golden sun below.
Meanwhile, Paul had been trying to escape a Sojourner on his tail. He went right, he went left but the Sojourner’s crosshairs never seemed to flee from his aircraft.
“I can’t get him off my tail. He’s locked onto me!” he said, deseprately pulling his joystick down, diving his ship into the ocean beneath the whispering wind of summer.
The Sojourner started to fire his gun, seeing that the desperate Defender in front of him was starting to flee. The green rays ravaged Paul’s wing, just when he heard a blow, and the Sojourner was gone.
“Thanks Neil”
“You’re the man, Chief” said Neil
“That’s all for today” said a voice over the radio, and their cockpits went blank. Paul opened his cabin and dragged himself out of the simulator he’d been on since the morning for casual testing.
Paul was an average person. Average height, weight and personality. Perfect for the military. His short hair, black as a crow’s feather, appeared as he took off his helmet.
“Lieutenant Lockwood” said Neil, as they met in the hallway.
“Forsythe” responded Paul.
Neil was a tall man, with short yellowish hair. His face was long and his nose was thin and bony. He himself was really thin too. He and Lieutenant walked along the hallway talking about useless things, such as the weather, their superiors and food. They went to their lockers and put on their normal clothes and headed for the cafeteria.
“Lieutenant” said a brown-haired woman, with a South-American accent.
“Carvalho” said Paul
Rita Carvalho was one of the many non-american pilots of the Defender Order. She was from Brazil and fleed to the USA when her city flooded during the aftermath of the Wrath of God bomb in Antartica. She, Paul and Neil composed the front flank of the Rushfire Squadron.
“I heard that we might be going into war soon” said Rita, sitting with her squad mates at a table nearby.
“Bullshit. They never give us real fighting. Only that simulator all the time.” Said Zico Perez, seating himself along with the others. He too was a member of their squadron.
“I wonder why we’re losing this stupid war”
“Stupid? This war is what brought you here in the first place” Neil pointed out.
“But this is not my war, it’s –” replied Zico
“This is the World’s War, Zico. If we can’t win, then those Sojourners will press the reset button and we’ll just turn into cinders. Is that what you want?” Asked Paul
“No”
“Then it’s your war”
And they stayed silent until the end of dinner.