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Wolf wasn't really fazed by the Derrick's prank. He had gotten used to his sense of humor. He was still really bothered about leaving so soon though. He followed Derrick and unloaded his stuff on the bunk. 'Yeah, I'm very hungry.' Truth is, Wolf lost his appetite after hearing the news.

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A note was on the table...
Comrade Commissar 2nd class Kruschev iliankovic of the 101st infantry,
you have been formally invited to the parade tommorow as one of the Commisariat's representitves to comrade putin you shall be one of his guards aswell so dont fuck up Blyat!!!
your friend General Kamriv Zetiko
Kruschev smiled and felt proud, tommorow would be a good day....

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((This post is awesome when listening to 'Ohne Dich' by Rammstein. It fits perfectly because it means 'Without You'.))

Sichuan, China, August 19, 2016

"今天，我们打破免费从我们的西部债券!" The propoganda yelled, as the car drove through the streets. The Red Army was mobilizing, and it would not be ignored. Not now. North Korea had attacked America; why couldn't they? America was a bunch of pigs and they needed to die. "今天，我们将生活的自由，和那些猪尝试支配我们应属于!" It yelled next as the car stopped in front of a building. The man stepped out casually, trying not to look suspicous. Within five seconds of getting out, he was thrown on the ground at gunpoint, two Ak-08's pointed at the back of the man's head. "美国应下降，中国应雨最高！西部地区应属于！西部地区应属于!" The cry echoed throughout China as three nuclear warheads shot out of the silos. Cries of "西部地区应属于！西部地区应属于!" and victory were fresh and sweet on their tongues and lips as the missiles reached their peak and turned towards the Americas. The two soldiers shot him in the back twice and ran off.

John was in a meeting with his boss and coworkers, talking about rising gas prices. He was a politican for the oil companies, the biggest one since Blake's. "How much oil do you think Canada has?" one of the coworkers asked, curious to know how much was being held back. They were in Washington D.C, the capital of America. John sighed and turned to look out the window, to see the most horrific thing ever; something in the sky hurtling towards them. "Oh, shit!" was all he could get out before the missile hit in front of the White House, exploding and incinerating the white building and the anti-nuclear weapons that were about to be set up. The sonic wave shot out, destroying the bottom three stories of his building, causing it to collapse, John getting impaled by a steel beam. The city of Washington D.C disappeared off the face off the earth.

Robert sipped his beer, watching T.V. His kids were upstairs, his wife cooking in the kitchen. He loved his family, and would die to keep them alive. They lived in downtown New York, where most of the people he knew were. This was their first week living here, having just moved in from Kansas City, Missouri. They didn't expect to be working for at least another two weeks, their advertisements in the paper, looking for work. He heard something outside and went to check what it was; probably some neighborhood kids. But when he opened the door, what he saw made him regret ever coming; a nuclear warhead was laying in his front yard, but it hadn't detonated. He sighed a breath of relief that it wasn't going to blow up soon and looked around, noticing people opening their doors to see it. His pants felt wet, he just realised as he walked down towards the missile. He reached his hand out, about to touch it whenever someone yelled "Don't touch it!" Too late; when he felt the cold metal on his palm, he went hurtling back towards his house, his skin already melted off as the nuke exploded. The newly built Twin Towers, standing proud above the city, collapsed in a heartbeat, crushing hundreds of homes and thousands of lives as the city crumbled down on itself. The Statue of Liberty fell forward, shattering when it was hit.

Lacy walked through the streets of Chicago, shopping. She had her purse over her shoulder and her shopping bags in her hands. She was heading towards her apartment, towards her boyfriend. How she loved him; she doubted she would ever love another as much as him. She was coming home from work early, to surprise him. She walked up the stairs, opening the door and hearing a soft moaning noise. Lacy instantly dropped her bags, the glass shattering; the noise stopped. Fred walked out, looking confused. "What?" he looked down at the broken goods. "Here, let me help," he said, going to get a broom. Lacy looked horrified and relieved at the same time; he had all his clothes on, but she was sure she had heard... She walked into the living room, seeing what it was he was watching on the television; or tried to. When she took a step into it, her house crumbled down on top of her and her boyfriend, the wood catching on fire instantly, their skin and bones melting just as fast. The city of Chicago was no more.

News reports wre screaming about the Federations allies North Korea firing 3 nuclear missiles into the american cities of Washington, New York AND Chicago destroying all of them....
Kruschev en route to Moscow heard the news stupid fools he thought, the idiots had probaly started a nuclear war which would affect the motherland aswell....
(OOC for fucks sake dreadlord translate it please!!!)

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((I did. Learn to read the OOC. And China did it, not North Korea...))

(( Oh right, you meant those texts :P, well... The Propaganda... Is... Alright, it just feels very weird :P. Possibly 'cause it's not in Simplified, which is what the main language is written in. This is in Traditional, although understandable, as the location is Hong Kong.

To Elite, it's basically just propaganda spewing hate speeches about the West :P. Better of ye didn't know ^^))

(( Btw... How would Hong Kong fit a Nuclear Silo? O_O ))

Moscow, August 19 2016.

General Zhuge Ying sat calmly on his seat, as he waited in a lobby, for some Russian man named Iliankovic. The Chinese General took a sip from his bottle of water... From Russia. You couldn't trust the Chinese one's, even if they shot themselves in the foot to guarantee it's hygiene.

How long is he going to take to get here? I came from Beijing, and I still got here earlier than him!

"Извините меня, мисс, я хотел бы, чтобы Вы сказали Товарищу Крушеву, что я ждал в течение больше чем пяти часов, когда он добирается здесь, и что я буду в ресторане около Красной площади. (Excuse me, miss, I would like you to tell Comrade Kruschev that I've been waiting for more than five hours, when he gets here, and that I'll be in the restaurant near Red Square.)" He spoke in nearly perfect Russian... Except for the accent. Getting up, the General opened the door, clutching the bottle of water, and his coat.

Possibly a good think over dinner would be great.

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"Господин? Господин, вы одобренн?" (Sir, Sir are you okay?) asked a little boy looking up at Chet. He had not realized that he had fallen asleep at the coffeshop, and looked around, slightly embarrassed.
"Я буду точным мальчиком, иду к вашей мати" (I'm fine boy, go to your mother) He responded to the boy. The boy quickly returned to his mother and hugged her tightly. So what if he said that a little meanly to the boy, the person he was waiting for was obviously late. He wiped dry siliva off his chin and stood. 'Damnit Blake' he thought 'Damnit damnit damnit.' The young boy began to cry he he realized he had been giving him a rather menancing look. "Остановите его" (Stop it) He said quite firmly, then walked out of the coffeeshop and began making his way to the parking lot. Chet pulled his cell-phone out of his pocket and called Blake, but to no avail. He got the voicemail. "Blake, you know who this is. Why did you keep me waiting? You are the one that wanted my audience. Meet me at my apartment at eighteen-hundred. I'll be waiting {click}" Chet got in his Cherry-black Moskovich (Russian car) and made his way to what he called home...

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((Heh Ying, I've never been there before. Can we just say its like a fort outside of it? Sorta like I'm doing?))


Derrick plopped down at an empty table, eating the meal he was given. It wasn't the best, but hell, it wasn't the worst. He would have to pack for this mission, load up on ammo, the usual. It was gonna be hell over there, and chances were him and Yas weren't gonna even be comin' back. He cut another piece off of his steak and chewed on it thoughtfully. If we get high enough, we could shoot him without someone seeing us. But we would need a suppressed weapon... he looked at his pistols; they weren't made for far ranges. He shrugged to himself. The Arctic Warfare better be as good as they said; I miss my M40A3 already. Tested that L96 out though, it kicks ass. More than the M40A3, thats for sure. He continued to eat solemnly, thinking.

(( However, Hong Kong is a tiny Island in the middle of nowhere. The Dot on the atlas is bigger than it ^^ Funny, I know :P ))

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((And this is in the future, after all. By about 8 years, haha.))