Post by Fenrir on Oct 22, 2007 11:00:08 GMT -5
Year 2306, things have changed drastically since World War III. Because of the radiation and several other factors, the humans were forced to abandon their destroyed cities and migrate into the wild. At first, they had thought the migration would be momentarily – as soon as the effects of the radiation wore out, they would return. But the effects of the radiation lasted longer than what they had expected, and the occasional scout sent back to the city ruins would never return.
As years passed, people lost hope; they understood that perhaps the time of returning to the old cities would never come, so they just left the past behind and moved on. In some part of the North American desert, a small town was built; Oosna. People at Oosna lived only of what the earth provided them, without any more technology than what they could create with their own hands. Thanks to the fact of that Oosna was constructed truly in the middle of nowhere, there was no trade, and soon the citizens started to believe that no one survived outside - Oosna was the last plank that kept the humans afloat in the waters of extinction.
Destiny didn't smile so kindly upon the dogs either, as they saw their masters leaving, many dogs felt forced to follow the migrating caravans, trying to remain loyal as Man's best friend. Man seemed to have other plans, however, and soon the dogs lost their status as beloved pets, now being looked upon as tools, slaves. After the war, the planet was one without rules, you made your own rules, and dogs weren't at all happy with the new rules the humans made. According to Man's designs, dogs weren't but slaves, discardable tools that would only be shot once that their working years came to an end.
A rebellion soon arose, a rebellion leaded by one single dog - Gimard. Gimard believed the humans were not friends, he said they were just competitors, enemies, as just any other predator in the plains. He said dogs needed not of Man's all-controlling hands, that they were free to choose their own paths, their own destinies. He had many followers, and before his death, he managed to create a giant pack that was completely independent of Oosna. His methods weren't the best ones, though, but the most effective. Mixing the teachings of several other great canine figures in the past, he managed to create the strongest pack ever to set foot on this desert.
Like the humans, Gimard made his own rule -
Only the strong deserves to live
His goal was clear, to rid the known world of the pitiful human slaves and leave only these that were like them, these that thought like them - these that were strong. By one moment he nearly made it, by one moment every loner had to carry its head lowered and obey any order given in fear of being marked as weak. But Gimard died before achieving his goal.
Ten years have passed since then.
Year 2316, Gimard might be gone, but his teachings remained, and his cult is slowly coming back to life. Believers are rising, and his pack has reborn from its ashes.
They speak the same words than their inspiration, and this time, they will act.
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