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November 10, 2013

The door to the Presidential Office burst open. Four unassuming men in black suits followed a man in a blue suit. The President looked up at them curiously, it wasn't normal for them to just burst in like this.

"Mr. President we have a problem. We need to get you and your family to a secure location." The man in blue spoke swiftly. He was a well dressed middle aged man, handsome in his own right with dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes.

"What's the problem?" President Rhodes* asked calmly, although worry lined his face. The President was also a middle-aged man, though not as handsome as the first, his hair was a graying blonde and his eyes were a dull gray.

"It's happened." The man told him."A CME, a big one. It's expected to reach the Earth in forty- two hours. We need to get whoever we can down into the vaults. Everyone else in the GC knows about it and are taking cover as well."

"And what about everyone else?" The voice of a woman came from the door and she sounded rather annoyed.

The men turned to see a tall African American woman standing in the doorway, a clipboard and some papers tucked under her arms. The woman was very pleasant on the eyes, with high cheek bones and a smooth but defined jaw-line. Icey blue eyes peered out of dark chocolate skin. She looked younger than she was but her maturity and way of holding herself put her in the middle age range as well.

"So we go underground and do what," She continued as she approached the group of men, "leave the American people to die, clueless to what's about to happen?"

"I'm afraid so." The man in blue told her. "If we told them there would be mass panic. People would riot, break into government facilities, it would be complete chaos."

"It's going to be complete chaos anyway when the lights go out and the world starts to shake." She retorted firmly.

"True, but at least if we keep it a secret, we'll safely be able to transport the important people to a secure location."

"You mean the rich people?" The irritation in her voice dripped with venom. "While there are millions of children out there crying and dying? You'd rather save the rich and more importantly, yourself."

"Now stop it!" President Rhodes interjected. "Fighting about this is a waste of time. We should be doing something."

"You mean letting the American people know about this?" The woman spoke, "I'll go call the press." Quickly she turned and began heading out the door.

"No!" The president's voice stopped her mid-stride. "No."

Calmly he stood up and began pacing the room. "No, Whitman is right, telling the people would only end in panic. Let them live their lives as long as the can."

"But Mr. President.."

"This is not a debate Miss Davis!" He shouted back at her. "Go pack your things and be prepared to meet at the jets. We'll leave and 0900 sharp, make sure you're there, because we can't wait."

Davis glowered deeply, but the man was her Commander and Chief, she couldn't argue with his decision. "Yes Sir." She stated curtly before storming out of the room.

"Sir, we can't wait to leave til 0900 hours, our destination is too far." Whitman told him as soon as Rachael was out of hearing distance.

"I know." President Rhodes replied, there was a look in his eyes that was a mix of remorse and determination. Whitman had known the man long enough to understand what that look meant.

"Yes sir," Whitman replied with a dark smirk growing on his lips, "Let's go."




The world moved, on a normal day in the lives of normal people. There had been talk of the end of days, but most people ignored it, they disbelieved. When nothing happened on December 12 in 2012, people just shrugged and kept on with their lives. People were far more concerned with shopping, work, play, and their own social lives. Some children were sleeping in their beds, waiting for their parents to wake them for school, some were already in school. People slept, people worked. People enjoyed the body of another, people were giving birth, people were dying. Life was moving as it always did, blind to the space beyond their atmosphere.


In the middle of New York at six o'clock in the morning, every light went out, every car stopped dead, every screen went black, every phone went silent, and the sky turned into a brilliant medley of shifting color.



New Yorkers stepped out of their cars and looked out their windows. At first they were confused; they stood around muttering to each other. Then they became scared. Then came the panic. People rush to their home's, broke into stores, made off with candles, matches and other emergency gear.

Then the earth began shifting. New York had a low risk of earthquakes and yet it was rattling and cracking like rice paper. People were in a panic, running screaming and becoming buried in the rubble of crumbling buildings. Unbeknownst to them, it wasn't just New York. All across the world the lights had gone out and the world was in a state of unsteadiness. Volcano's boiled over, crevasses opened up, Tsunamis' were growing and heading toward the land, the planet was under stress and seemed to be falling apart.



In orbit, space stations watched in fear as their beloved Earth was thrown into turmoil, helpless. They had warned their respective countries, so inside they knew at least some life would survive, but they would be trapped up here, trapped until they died of starvation. Their families had been promised protection, but all those people who had no protection, the women and children, the everyday worker. They watched as waves of blue engulfed the coastlines and new land rose up from the depths of the ocean. The very planet moved and turned, as the poles shifted, causing even more disaster in it's wake. All those people. Those billions and billions of people...most of them would be dead by the end of it. Only a fraction would survive... a very small fraction and those that did would be left to pick up the pieces of a world in ruins.

January 14th, 2014

Calm. The Earth was finally calm. The ground had stopped moving. The waves had stopped raging. The ash had stopped falling. All across the planet people began coming out of the woodwork. They moved out of their basements and crawled from the rubble. They mourned their dead and buried those who were not already crushed in the Earth. They began seeking out other survivors so they would not be alone. They looted the homes of the dead, and half destroyed stores. They made homes where they could find them or simply took to the road.

In space, the astronauts watched as the clouds cleared and they saw a world, that was no longer theirs; a changed world. They could still see the basic shapes of the familiar continents, but some were sunken in areas, and parts that were once just ocean, now had an entirely new mass of land filling in space. That wasn't the worst of it. The poles has shifted entirely...The north pole, was in Chile. And Russia was the new south pole. Well, at least the cold wouldn't be a sudden change for them. It looked as if the land had finally settled and the New Earth was certainly a sight to behold.

With what supplies they had they began mapping the new planet. If anyone in command survived down there and perhaps found a way to communicate with them, they would at least have some thing to share.









Alright Ladies and Gentlemen! This marks the officially starting thread! Feel free to post your big intro here to show how you coped with the disaster and what you've been doing since it happened. Then, pop into the RP search section and find people to meet and start forming up groups.

Myself and the crew will be making some NPC Raiders and Religious groups that will randomly pop into your threads to cause trouble or offer help. ^.^ Also feel free to start your own threads, and if you need something to pop in and shake things up, ask myself or another crew member and we'd be happy to oblidge.

ttfn!
Elle