Thank you. I will update this as time/ability allow, and as ideas progress.
QUOTE (Exhibit A: Remains from the Pre-World @ before the Nuclear Annihilation of 2011. Artifact discovered in a fallout shelter in the remote mountains of what was once known as South Carolina)
Some month through January and December, 2011.
I'm not even sure why I keep this little book nearby anymore. It may be to keep me from insanity. I think I'll reach that stage eventually though, whenever the pages run out. That, or I'll have to go salvage another little book from somewhere.
I feel I left on a bit of a bad note in the last entry. Though it was the first, I don't want to seem... -too- negative, considering our circumstances.
I'll be honest. I chuckled as I wrote that.
So here's entry number 1. This is me recapping everything that happened to get me and my group in the predicament we're in now. Maybe I'm hopeful. In the back of my head, I think there's a chance someone in the distant future will find my body wrapped around these little books and read them, and they'll better understand the distinct level of Hell we all endured. If you happen to be the person to find this, allow me to congratulate you for surviving as long as you did. I hope you're well, and I hope this book helps you get an idea on what my life was like when the world ended. Take care of yourself. Don't let the mistakes of the past happen again. Thank you.
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Way back around 2005, it's general common knowledge that wars broke out between countries over suspicion of nuclear weapons. At the time, it had just about everyone focused on everyone else to the extent we weren't worrying about the homefront.
To make an incredibly long story short, yes. Weapons WERE found eventually, but not truly accounted for. The media of course attacked any official that said nuclear weapons existed, saying "Well, you were right, but only kinda.", because the weapons were more bioterror weapons than nuclear.
Fast forward four years. March 2008. I remember that date for no specific reason, just like I remember the name of the guy that invented barbed wire is named Joseph Glidden. Anyways... March 2008. Some pissant little country nearabouts the area of Russia started making political jokes about having nukes. This wasn't taken too kindly by the people they directed it at (us), and we went after 'em. Well, being a pissant little country means it wasn't too hard to sweep the place clean in a search. They didn't resist, either. They WELCOMED our army and troops and special agents with open arms, basically saying 'Please! We're playing. Look for youself!'.
And we did. We spent roughly a year there, sweeping the entire place with little to no resistance. They found nothing. Some folks were satisfied, others weren't. But "officials" made statements saying we were okay and could leave.
Well, about a month after we left (April 2009), they start making more threatening 'jokes' about us and how they're gonna wipe not only us off the map, but everywhere else. Think of those little editorial comics you see in the paper. You know, the ones we have? Like those. But theirs were serious.
By the way. During the year we were inspecting the country, the stateside fellows did a good job trying to keep us safe. They spent so much effort and time replacing and renovating all buildings to withstand the blast of nuclear weapons, and they coated everything with some newly discovered mineral (Hell if I know what it was called) that has zero toxicity compared to lead, but neutralizes radiation almost bar none. They also gave classes and PSAs all around explaining what to do if a nuke blows up near you. Basic 'Duck and cover' stuff to make people feel good. Sad part of this scenario is, that with all the training and practice in the world, if you're caught in the center of a thermonuclear detonation, a table over your head and closing your eyes won't do much to prolong your ability to live.
So, as we were about to quit putting up with these things, we decided to send another search team to check the place out just to be sure again. When word of this reached our playful little 'jokers', they gave us the punch line.
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It was a difficult day when I realized it was ending. Here's my life at the time. I'm a technical engineer / foreman for what was a very prestigious construction company at the time. I'm not loaded rich, but I'm pretty well off, which was always a goal of mine. Do something I love, and make loads of money for it. The mineral compounds described earlier? I didn't create them, but I was director of all of the companies that implemented that particular substance into the framework of many of the most well known buildings of the world.
My house was located at the top of a mountain that overlooked much of the surrounding countryside of a small town in South Carolina. My home wasn't just on the peak, I had specially designed it to where it was a part of the mountain itself. An honestly priceless piece of real estate. To my west lay rolling hills, mountains and the most beautiful countryside bed for a sunset you'd ever see in your life, and to my east was the great Atlantic. Coastline ran for miles beneath me, and a sunrise brought tears to my eyes each time I was lucky enough to wake up and catch it.
Last, and most importantly, my little girl Sophie. I realize that no matter how bad in my life I wanted to be a dad, I could never have planned a worse time than when I did. Within the six years my daughter had been around, she had to live through the rest of the world going to Hell in the most ornate handbasket ever conceived. The condition of the world drastically marred my best efforts for her to retain her innocence in society. Any ideal plan I had to give her the perfect childhood was shut down almost immediately after it had been thought up.
Case in point, a few examples of my disrupted outlook for her future;
I had planned to allow her to grow in a higher class ideological 'perfect' family. I wanted to try and keep it simple. That changed when her mother was removed from the picture. The relationship had grown almost toxic prior to Sophies arrival, even though we were prepared for her. To not delve into that subject and keep it simple, I don't handle abuse well. Mental, physical, or emotional, and I sure as hell wasn't having my child raised in an environment like that.
Secondly, after the removal of Sophies mother, the plans for the National Renovation Plan were put into motion, and I was forced to leave her with my parents (Who did a fantastic job in my absence), so that I could go and orchestrate the correct application of our anti-radiation ... stuff. In my unwilling removal from her life, I missed out on a lot. Her first steps, her first words, and much of the quality time I was meant to share with my own daughter was taken from me.
Adding to that, by the time I was finished with the National Renovation Plan, Sophie had turned five, and was noticing some of the bad things and asking "Why?" And to your own child, you've got absolutely NO time to prepare yourself when she asks "Why does that man say someone wants to hurt me? Do I need to apologize? DId I do something wrong?" I tried to reassure her all the time that some of these people were just bad, and that she did nothing wrong. Why scare a child into thinking they've done something to deserve this horrible outcome? When our leaders try to rally us by saying "Someone wants you dead", the wrong people hear it, and it stirs up way too much trouble.
Anyways... My life story will surely come later in this book, but that's my humble beginning. You now know what kind of person I am, what kind of life I lived, and what I'm living for. Now that you get this, here's exactly what went down, to the best of my useable memory, and as clearly as I can recall.
I'm not even sure why I keep this little book nearby anymore. It may be to keep me from insanity. I think I'll reach that stage eventually though, whenever the pages run out. That, or I'll have to go salvage another little book from somewhere.
I feel I left on a bit of a bad note in the last entry. Though it was the first, I don't want to seem... -too- negative, considering our circumstances.
I'll be honest. I chuckled as I wrote that.
So here's entry number 1. This is me recapping everything that happened to get me and my group in the predicament we're in now. Maybe I'm hopeful. In the back of my head, I think there's a chance someone in the distant future will find my body wrapped around these little books and read them, and they'll better understand the distinct level of Hell we all endured. If you happen to be the person to find this, allow me to congratulate you for surviving as long as you did. I hope you're well, and I hope this book helps you get an idea on what my life was like when the world ended. Take care of yourself. Don't let the mistakes of the past happen again. Thank you.
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Way back around 2005, it's general common knowledge that wars broke out between countries over suspicion of nuclear weapons. At the time, it had just about everyone focused on everyone else to the extent we weren't worrying about the homefront.
To make an incredibly long story short, yes. Weapons WERE found eventually, but not truly accounted for. The media of course attacked any official that said nuclear weapons existed, saying "Well, you were right, but only kinda.", because the weapons were more bioterror weapons than nuclear.
Fast forward four years. March 2008. I remember that date for no specific reason, just like I remember the name of the guy that invented barbed wire is named Joseph Glidden. Anyways... March 2008. Some pissant little country nearabouts the area of Russia started making political jokes about having nukes. This wasn't taken too kindly by the people they directed it at (us), and we went after 'em. Well, being a pissant little country means it wasn't too hard to sweep the place clean in a search. They didn't resist, either. They WELCOMED our army and troops and special agents with open arms, basically saying 'Please! We're playing. Look for youself!'.
And we did. We spent roughly a year there, sweeping the entire place with little to no resistance. They found nothing. Some folks were satisfied, others weren't. But "officials" made statements saying we were okay and could leave.
Well, about a month after we left (April 2009), they start making more threatening 'jokes' about us and how they're gonna wipe not only us off the map, but everywhere else. Think of those little editorial comics you see in the paper. You know, the ones we have? Like those. But theirs were serious.
By the way. During the year we were inspecting the country, the stateside fellows did a good job trying to keep us safe. They spent so much effort and time replacing and renovating all buildings to withstand the blast of nuclear weapons, and they coated everything with some newly discovered mineral (Hell if I know what it was called) that has zero toxicity compared to lead, but neutralizes radiation almost bar none. They also gave classes and PSAs all around explaining what to do if a nuke blows up near you. Basic 'Duck and cover' stuff to make people feel good. Sad part of this scenario is, that with all the training and practice in the world, if you're caught in the center of a thermonuclear detonation, a table over your head and closing your eyes won't do much to prolong your ability to live.
So, as we were about to quit putting up with these things, we decided to send another search team to check the place out just to be sure again. When word of this reached our playful little 'jokers', they gave us the punch line.
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It was a difficult day when I realized it was ending. Here's my life at the time. I'm a technical engineer / foreman for what was a very prestigious construction company at the time. I'm not loaded rich, but I'm pretty well off, which was always a goal of mine. Do something I love, and make loads of money for it. The mineral compounds described earlier? I didn't create them, but I was director of all of the companies that implemented that particular substance into the framework of many of the most well known buildings of the world.
My house was located at the top of a mountain that overlooked much of the surrounding countryside of a small town in South Carolina. My home wasn't just on the peak, I had specially designed it to where it was a part of the mountain itself. An honestly priceless piece of real estate. To my west lay rolling hills, mountains and the most beautiful countryside bed for a sunset you'd ever see in your life, and to my east was the great Atlantic. Coastline ran for miles beneath me, and a sunrise brought tears to my eyes each time I was lucky enough to wake up and catch it.
Last, and most importantly, my little girl Sophie. I realize that no matter how bad in my life I wanted to be a dad, I could never have planned a worse time than when I did. Within the six years my daughter had been around, she had to live through the rest of the world going to Hell in the most ornate handbasket ever conceived. The condition of the world drastically marred my best efforts for her to retain her innocence in society. Any ideal plan I had to give her the perfect childhood was shut down almost immediately after it had been thought up.
Case in point, a few examples of my disrupted outlook for her future;
I had planned to allow her to grow in a higher class ideological 'perfect' family. I wanted to try and keep it simple. That changed when her mother was removed from the picture. The relationship had grown almost toxic prior to Sophies arrival, even though we were prepared for her. To not delve into that subject and keep it simple, I don't handle abuse well. Mental, physical, or emotional, and I sure as hell wasn't having my child raised in an environment like that.
Secondly, after the removal of Sophies mother, the plans for the National Renovation Plan were put into motion, and I was forced to leave her with my parents (Who did a fantastic job in my absence), so that I could go and orchestrate the correct application of our anti-radiation ... stuff. In my unwilling removal from her life, I missed out on a lot. Her first steps, her first words, and much of the quality time I was meant to share with my own daughter was taken from me.
Adding to that, by the time I was finished with the National Renovation Plan, Sophie had turned five, and was noticing some of the bad things and asking "Why?" And to your own child, you've got absolutely NO time to prepare yourself when she asks "Why does that man say someone wants to hurt me? Do I need to apologize? DId I do something wrong?" I tried to reassure her all the time that some of these people were just bad, and that she did nothing wrong. Why scare a child into thinking they've done something to deserve this horrible outcome? When our leaders try to rally us by saying "Someone wants you dead", the wrong people hear it, and it stirs up way too much trouble.
Anyways... My life story will surely come later in this book, but that's my humble beginning. You now know what kind of person I am, what kind of life I lived, and what I'm living for. Now that you get this, here's exactly what went down, to the best of my useable memory, and as clearly as I can recall.