Introduction: This is the written aspect of my ongoing story about the world in the near future. Originally, we began this as Furnaces of War, but with all of the recent video games based on the subject (Frontlines: Fuel of War, Tom Clancy's EndWar, and so forth), I decided to take it in a slightly different direction.
This is more intended as a place for me to store my writing (as my company firewall prevents me from using blogs and networking sites - DeviantArt is blocked as PORN, ferchissakes!) than an actual RP. However, anyone is welcome to use this material as leverage to participate - but please remember, we're steering away from the giant robots and nano-powered cybernetic supersoldiers today.
This keeps up, I may even start including pretty illustrations for those of you who are just plain tired of reading brick after brick of text. :3
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People are always shocked to find out I was born on September 11th, 2001. Then comes the usual comment, and I always see it coming.
"Oh, dear. That's a really unfortunate day to have a birthday."
Today, nobody remembers 9/11. Like the Titanic, or Vietnam, it only marks another milestone in the tragic comedy of errors that makes up the history of man. Something you would read about in a textbook decades later, cluck your tongue and shake your head at.
"How could we possibly have thought this would be for the best?"
It's easy to ask that question today. What was it that my father always said about hindsight? The sad truth of that tired old saying is that we understand now what happened, but at the same time we never see what is coming. History doesn't repeat, but it sure as hell rhymes, right?
"Why did we not see this coming?"
We did. Climate change, peak oil, the Long Emergency, the Reconstruction debacle, the civil wars... Suzuki, Cawthorne, Kunstler.. they all knew what was coming. That's what we don't understand today - it was coming, and everyone knew it.
We all knew.
I could give you the lectures about "cognitive dissonance" and "mental static," and I could throw all the fancy clinical terms at you that I read out of a developmental psychology textbook. But to give you the summary from the back of that book - we didn't really give a fuck.
This is more intended as a place for me to store my writing (as my company firewall prevents me from using blogs and networking sites - DeviantArt is blocked as PORN, ferchissakes!) than an actual RP. However, anyone is welcome to use this material as leverage to participate - but please remember, we're steering away from the giant robots and nano-powered cybernetic supersoldiers today.
This keeps up, I may even start including pretty illustrations for those of you who are just plain tired of reading brick after brick of text. :3
---::-::---
People are always shocked to find out I was born on September 11th, 2001. Then comes the usual comment, and I always see it coming.
"Oh, dear. That's a really unfortunate day to have a birthday."
Today, nobody remembers 9/11. Like the Titanic, or Vietnam, it only marks another milestone in the tragic comedy of errors that makes up the history of man. Something you would read about in a textbook decades later, cluck your tongue and shake your head at.
"How could we possibly have thought this would be for the best?"
It's easy to ask that question today. What was it that my father always said about hindsight? The sad truth of that tired old saying is that we understand now what happened, but at the same time we never see what is coming. History doesn't repeat, but it sure as hell rhymes, right?
"Why did we not see this coming?"
We did. Climate change, peak oil, the Long Emergency, the Reconstruction debacle, the civil wars... Suzuki, Cawthorne, Kunstler.. they all knew what was coming. That's what we don't understand today - it was coming, and everyone knew it.
We all knew.
I could give you the lectures about "cognitive dissonance" and "mental static," and I could throw all the fancy clinical terms at you that I read out of a developmental psychology textbook. But to give you the summary from the back of that book - we didn't really give a fuck.
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