The Story So Far

The year is 2015. America is nothing but a desert wasteland as far as anyone can see. The rivers and lakes dried up years ago. There is nothing left of the once proud country. In the year 2009 a nuclear war broke out destroying more than 60% of the world population. A-bombs fell from the sky at every angle destroying flesh and building alike. In his unsurmountable anger, god unleashed his wrath upon the now corrupt world. Angels of death and fury rained there holy flame unto the world.



In the year 2011 the Anti-Christ made himself apparent. His intentions unhidden... The World didn't have a chance. He reduced entire cities to rubble, leaving any that still believed and held faith full to the one true god and unimaginable pain and anguish.



Then the devil unleashed his demonic minions and the war between good and evil begins, with what was left of the human race caught in the middle, but not without hope. Something had changed in some of them, they had evolved, they could do things all others thought amazing or terrifying. The old humans were now obsolete.

Year 2013, the Anti-Christ disappears. Everyone thinks the savior is here. The Anti-Christ is gone, no one knows where he is, is he dead? Is he hiding from god? No one knows, but the war is still far from over, neither side good nor evil wants to give any land to the other side.
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The thunderous roar dies down, leaving behind the fallen, now food for the carrion eaters. Evil stands triumphant, the last great stronghold of good lay in waste, the survivors scattered. In the calm after the storm, they stir; to finish off the wounded and cement their domination; to gather their strength and turn near destruction into victory, each side struggles. The evil gloat, even more hungry, now that they can see the end in sight. The good despair, many wondering if they have been forsaken, if the enemy can be vanquished after all that has happened.

The quiet pervades, but on one side it is intertwined with an eagerness, and on the other, a sense of foreboding. With every advantage, everything on their side, will evil grow overconfident and careless? With nothing to lose, and nowhere to turn, will good harness what remains of their strength, and strike at the right time and in the right way?