Post by rojito on Feb 21, 2015 7:31:01 GMT
Midday light streams through the window hitting your glass and reflecting into your eyes. It dazzles you a bit, more an annoyance than a problem. You shoot your drink and order another from the bartender. The television in the background is blaring all the same stories, all the same questions, "Twenty years ago today... Where were you?" Your own thoughts go back to that year, you were involved... You shake your head, leaving the past where it lies. You grab the remote and start flipping through the channels,
"20 years..."
"End of Days"
"New celebrity Baby!"
"Apoca..."
"New fat burning fad..."
Same shit, different day. You throw the remote across the bar, it hits a button and lands on a different channel. An old man comes on. he is in his late forties, maybe fifties, has a military cut and outfit. "20 years have gone by.. and not a day has gone by we haven't struggled to find out how to fix it. 20 years and still the power is gone." You think you might recognize him, a faded memory tried to be forgotten, a man who once stood up and tried to help stop the apocalypse. "Some things are resurfacing now though. You have heard the rumors. We all know the stories going around. Something is still out there. Your country needs you. We need your experience, we need your abilities."
A number, and address begin scrolling across the screen, the heart of the new country, Fort Knox.
"Ex-Demigods, Ex-Gods, Ex-Hunters, Any with knowledge of the supernatural you are asked to assist once more in making the world a safer place. Come join me in finding what is left, and maybe to regain what was lost."
"20 years..."
"End of Days"
"New celebrity Baby!"
"Apoca..."
"New fat burning fad..."
Same shit, different day. You throw the remote across the bar, it hits a button and lands on a different channel. An old man comes on. he is in his late forties, maybe fifties, has a military cut and outfit. "20 years have gone by.. and not a day has gone by we haven't struggled to find out how to fix it. 20 years and still the power is gone." You think you might recognize him, a faded memory tried to be forgotten, a man who once stood up and tried to help stop the apocalypse. "Some things are resurfacing now though. You have heard the rumors. We all know the stories going around. Something is still out there. Your country needs you. We need your experience, we need your abilities."
A number, and address begin scrolling across the screen, the heart of the new country, Fort Knox.
"Ex-Demigods, Ex-Gods, Ex-Hunters, Any with knowledge of the supernatural you are asked to assist once more in making the world a safer place. Come join me in finding what is left, and maybe to regain what was lost."