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The New World wasn’t always like this. It used to be a democracy, a place of peace, a welcome change from the wreck that was Earth. It was split into 4 main nations: The North, The South, The East, and The West. Each nation lived in peace, trading materials and technology between themselves. Occasionally, there were small disagreements over how the land was divided, but they were always resolved within a month. Everything was perfect. Until one day, someone got too greedy.
The North and The South had always been the least friendly. That was just how it was. The other two nations were able to keep them in check, stop them from blowing up at each other. But the North was greedy. They always wanted more. Their leader, Bang Si-Hyuk, rarely made an appearance at important events, instead sending advisors in his place. So when he turned up at the 40th annual conference, held in Haven, rumours spread like wildfire. These rumours were confirmed 2 days later. A small aircraft, bearing the insignia of the North, flew over a coal mine in the South. It circled multiple times before landing in a nearby field, immediately being swarmed by armed guards. The doors had swung open to reveal the leader himself, accompanied by his usual crew of bodyguards. As they descended the metal steps of the craft, a roar was heard overhead, followed by an explosion. The coal mine. As quickly as he had appeared, the leader was gone, halfway back to his mansion, leaving the South with thousands of casualties and a useless mine. From there, things only got worse, and soon the world was at war.
Terrified civilians fled to the West, only to be met by guards lining the borders, refusing to let anyone pass. The lucky few that managed to enter were soon discovered, and nobody heard from them again. Anybody else that survived the war journeyed East, towards Haven. There, they were met by the Syndicate, the power-hungry government that ruled there. Haven was supposed to be safe. Instead, it was one nightmare to another. The Syndicate descended upon the remains of the massacre like hungry vultures, snatching the land for themselves. They took the East, the only nation so far unaffected by the war. There was little resistance. They were too powerful, too dangerous. It was easier to just give in.
The war raged on for 10 long years, destroying families and lives. In the end, nobody really won. But in 10 years, a perfect world was destroyed, leaving behind barren wastelands and memories of what could have been.
“Older men declare war. But it is youth that must fight and die.”
― Herbert Hoover