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The collapse of America came hard and it came fast.
First was The Scarlet Plague in 2060. Symptoms set in quick, with profuse bleeding from the eyes and eventual cerebral hemorrhaging. Death wouldn't come for another week, if you were lucky. It spread fast too, with upwards of 250,000 dead before the CDC could even issue a statement. The one saving grace was how fast it moved and presented, and quarantining was easy enough to slow it, but in the year and change it took to formulate a cure, the economy was in complete collapse. Riots had broken out when elections were suspended and politicians feared for their lives, assassinations reaching levels never seen before.
Then came the ChiComs and Russians. With American in disarray, BRICS set their pieces into motion. Cells across the western US lit up, sowing chaos and violence. USNORTHCOM knew an invasion was imminent, but with no help from Washington, was able to do little. LA and NYC fell within a fortnight, though the invaders found little rest with constant insurgent attacks from gangs and thoroughly armed suburbs.
Then came the nukes. Desperate to contain the situation, President Dillard declared LA and New York lost, damning it to a radioactive grave. The invaders, shocked by such a reckless sacrifice, began pulling out, though not fully. The horror of the mushroom cloud over the Hollywood Hills and Manhattan finally broke the fractured nation.
The Friendly Disagreement, as the 2 month Civil War was called, ended in an unrecognizable America and President Maurice Dillard with his brains blown out across the seal in the Oval Office.
From the fracture emerged several new nations: The largest of which was the Theocratic Military Dictatorship of Shiloh, styling itself as the direct successor to The United States. Obsessed with racial purity and order, Shiloh sought to repopulate a nation that had lost over half its population with genetically superior children.
Though much smaller, Shiloh's primary foe, Atlantica, saw things different. A project engineered by the enigmatic Augustine Bryce, Atlantica was a Libertarian Paradise, an anything goes oasis that welcomed all peoples and all vices. Truly a hedonistic paradise, catering to any and all vices, within reason.
The year is 2092. A relative peace and prosperity has settled on the shattered nation. But tension's recently have begun to rise in Eastern Tennessee. A powder keg is growing, threatening war once again…
