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Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down
The world ended at 6.19pm on the 25th of November, 2021.
Well, maybe that's a little dramatic, but that's what it felt like to most people. The complete failure of the global economy, hundreds of millions out of work, billions in poverty. The rise of extremists of all creeds and religions, of gangs and militias, the pimps and the arms dealers. The rising tensions between east and west came to a head, and the first of bombs began dropping on that exact time and date.
We can't speak for what happened to the rest of the world after the bombs stopped dropping. Communications were easier to destroy that we had dared think. And with crippling power shortages, those lucky enough to still have electronics had them commandeered by local government or simply couldn't power them up again. Radio became quiet; occasionally we here snatches from nearby, or from the occasional passer-by, but after that, nothing.
Lost the battle, win the war
I'm bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We're starting over, or head back in
There's a time and a place to die but this ain't it
It didn't take long for chaos to erupt across the city. There simply wasn't enough living members of the police force to deal with the anarchy, and any that tried were swiftly dealt with by the gangs now growing in power. With badly damaged infrastructure, power and petrol shortages, law and order soon added their names to the list of the fallen. For several years, gangland war ruled the city, and quite simply, it wasn't a good idea to try and leave.
Some called it a blessing. Others called it Darwinism in action. Dozens of small gangs were soon narrowed down into four; the Sinners, the Jokers, the Angels and the Choir. Each one as violent, power-hungry and unpredictable as the other.
They came to a sudden stalemate in terms of gaining ground, and they soon found their members as sharp, cunning and outright crazy as each other. The Angels approached the Choir with a deal. The Jokers and the Sinners were soon included, and a terse cease fire was arranged.
We're driving fast in my car
We've got our riot gear on but we just want to have fun
No were not looking for violence, no oh oh
Tonight we want to have fun
A normal life of sorts formed slowly but surely in the now tumbledown city who's name has been long forgotten. There are markets throughout the week offering produce and products to all allegiances in all parts of town. There are schools to attend if you want a profession, or just read and write. There's even a radio station, originally used to spread Choir propaganda but now plays music and is a primary form of entertainment for most people.
The truce has been in place for almost five years, but many people remain wary of those with ties to other gangs, or even those who remain in charge of them. It is still standard practice to carry at least one weapon at all times.
On this delicate knife edge, your reality hangs. Today however, the merciless slaughter of a senior member of the Jokers threatens to bring all this crashing down...
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down
The world ended at 6.19pm on the 25th of November, 2021.
Well, maybe that's a little dramatic, but that's what it felt like to most people. The complete failure of the global economy, hundreds of millions out of work, billions in poverty. The rise of extremists of all creeds and religions, of gangs and militias, the pimps and the arms dealers. The rising tensions between east and west came to a head, and the first of bombs began dropping on that exact time and date.
We can't speak for what happened to the rest of the world after the bombs stopped dropping. Communications were easier to destroy that we had dared think. And with crippling power shortages, those lucky enough to still have electronics had them commandeered by local government or simply couldn't power them up again. Radio became quiet; occasionally we here snatches from nearby, or from the occasional passer-by, but after that, nothing.
Lost the battle, win the war
I'm bringing my sinking ship back to the shore
We're starting over, or head back in
There's a time and a place to die but this ain't it
It didn't take long for chaos to erupt across the city. There simply wasn't enough living members of the police force to deal with the anarchy, and any that tried were swiftly dealt with by the gangs now growing in power. With badly damaged infrastructure, power and petrol shortages, law and order soon added their names to the list of the fallen. For several years, gangland war ruled the city, and quite simply, it wasn't a good idea to try and leave.
Some called it a blessing. Others called it Darwinism in action. Dozens of small gangs were soon narrowed down into four; the Sinners, the Jokers, the Angels and the Choir. Each one as violent, power-hungry and unpredictable as the other.
They came to a sudden stalemate in terms of gaining ground, and they soon found their members as sharp, cunning and outright crazy as each other. The Angels approached the Choir with a deal. The Jokers and the Sinners were soon included, and a terse cease fire was arranged.
We're driving fast in my car
We've got our riot gear on but we just want to have fun
No were not looking for violence, no oh oh
Tonight we want to have fun
A normal life of sorts formed slowly but surely in the now tumbledown city who's name has been long forgotten. There are markets throughout the week offering produce and products to all allegiances in all parts of town. There are schools to attend if you want a profession, or just read and write. There's even a radio station, originally used to spread Choir propaganda but now plays music and is a primary form of entertainment for most people.
The truce has been in place for almost five years, but many people remain wary of those with ties to other gangs, or even those who remain in charge of them. It is still standard practice to carry at least one weapon at all times.
On this delicate knife edge, your reality hangs. Today however, the merciless slaughter of a senior member of the Jokers threatens to bring all this crashing down...
