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1  Development / Writing and Quests / Re: More Writing-Based Ramblings. Oh, Good, Just What You Wanted? on: January 31, 2011, 01:46:08 PM
*Accelerated apocalypse – getting you the nuclear holocaust YOU want, fast* (Background suggestion)
I noticed that every historical timeline that’s been played with has set up years and years of alternate history leading up to a tyrant in Russia causing a nuclear holocaust. As another possibility, how do we feel about, rather than creating a strictly alternate historical background that goes back several years, we take one moment that went, from an anti-Soviet point of view, magnificently well...and make it go horribly wrong, fast?

We came close to nuclear war several times. I noticed the wiki mentions "Able Archer", which might have been the closest shave, in 1983. Apparently, the Soviets were afraid that NATO would strike first. And at the time, I considered that likely, too. Those were the Reagan years, after all.
2  Development / Writing and Quests / Re: More Writing-Based Ramblings. Oh, Good, Just What You Wanted? on: January 17, 2011, 05:33:49 PM
The cold is like a leech, you see. It bites you, but you don't really
feel much. More numb than painful. And then it starts to suck the life
out of you. Slowly, drop by drop. You start feeling weak and hopeless,
and then your toes fall off, and then you can't bother anymore.

"Hey, old-timer, you coming or you gonna just sit there and freeze to

"You watch who you call old-timer, sonny!"

Actually, just sitting here and freezing to death doesn't seem too bad
an idea.

When I was younger, I read this story, see, about a family that lived
in the future, after the atmosphere had frozen. And I thought, yeah,
that's us, that's humanity, we don't quit, we can survive anything. We
are like cockroaches, we'll just shrug off the nukes and start from
scratch. But it didn't work out that way. Turns out the cockroaches
can't stand the cold, and neither can we. We're going extinct.
Everything's going extinct.

It doesn't bother me much anymore. If I can survive another year,
that'd be pretty good. Another two years would be a major victory.
Probably won't happen, though.

"You coming, or what?"

"I'm coming, I tell you."

So, I stand up, and my joints creak like ice floes. And I take one
step, and then another. Easy as pie. Easy as pie.
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