I've been planning this for awile, and I've decided to take a break from my usual zombie RPGs. With the US Economy down, and our debt expected to reach 100% of the US GDP by early August, the economy is forefront on all American minds.
So I decided to play out a few scenarios of what would happen. This RPG is based on one of the more extreme ones I could come up with. Its based slightly on the downfall of the Roman Empire, and the USSR.
This has been a big project for me as I wrote out the rather long story portion of the OP. I set it for slightly in the future, around 2014 or so. I hope you enjoy it. -Mav _________________________ The Story
March 11th, 2012 New York Stock Exchange, New York City, United States
(Commissioner takes the floor and halts trading)
"In light of recent events, and in order to preserve the world market, I must close the NYSE at 11:17 this morning. The Economic Crisis currently faced by the United States has grown to such a point that the continued buying and selling of shares in this market would only serve to decrease the economic stability of our great nation."
"I now declare that this days' trading is closed.
*solemnly rings closing bell*
March 15th, 2012 British Broadcasting Corporation, London, England
(Female TV Anchor)
"This is a Breaking News Update"
"In a surprising move today, OPEC has announced that it will halt the sale of Oil to the US. Masoud Mirkazemi, the Iranian Chair of OPEC, released in a statement today that the main reason for such a stance is the US' inability to pay adequately for oil.
"Already, foreign holders of the US' debt are calling for payments on their loans. The fear that the US will be unable to operate and pay off existing loans has driven the international community into a near frenzy.
"The ramifications of this are only just appearing, though many experts aggree that nothing good can come from it.
March 17th, 2012 Formal White House Press Conference in the Rose Garden, Washington D.C., United States
(President Obama walks up to the podium)
"Good evening. Before I take your questions, I'd like to make a few remarks about the current struggles our nation is facing."
"OPEC has recently announced that it will cease the sale of petroleum products to the US. This will give the US one of the greatest hurdles we have ever faced.
"With the funds given to Green Energy, and the reserves our Nation has established for times of Emergency, I hope to ease the burden that the American family will have to bear in these harsh times.
"Last night, I signed into law legislation that will prioritize oil and petroleum consumption to our military and national services. A rationing program will be put into affect in the near future, and will limit the weekly consumption of oil by consumers.
"I hope that together, American know-how and that American spirit can come together and help us get through this. I will now take your questions...
*Not his usual long-winded opening statement, but I figured no one wanted to read too much. :P
---------- 2 Years Later ----------
This is where our story takes place. The United States of America, in a Soviet-style collapse, found itself over extended and under-funded, declared bankruptcy several months after the OPEC situation formed. President Obama declared bankruptcy, and fled to Sweden, where he remains the de-facto President.
China and Russia, in the name of preserving the humanitarian rights of the American peoples, declared a resolution to take control of the former United States. Such an action was denounced by the rest of the Security Council, accusing both nations of imperialistic motives. The International Community then watched in horror as Russia forcibly annexed Alaska in a surprise assault. The oil-deprived forces stationed there were quickly overwhelmed, and Russia took back what it sold in the 19 century.
China took a bolder step: an all-out assault on the West Coast. Again, the military units avaliable were unable to operate efficiently, as there was simply no oil to fuel their war fighting machines. China quickly took the West Coast, before making it past the Rockies and setting up permament lines where the Rockies and the great plains met. In order to counter China's militiristic actions, the UN launched a peace-keeping Expeditionary force led by the UK. It too was met by American-Resistance (crazy yanks :P) and set up oposite postions to the Chinese where the Appalacians and the Plains met.
What remained of the US Armed Forces, after abandoning their heavy equipment and their positions, settled inbetween the two giants. Joined by those more patriotic Americans, the American Resistance Army, or ARA (*coughIRAcough*) was formed. Hostile to both the Chinese and the UN, they just want their country back. _________________________ Registration
Name: (This is fairly obvious. If you need help on this...) Age: (Again, you shouldn't need help with this.) Allegiance: (PLA[People's Liberation Army], ARA[American Resistance Army, UN[United Nations] Class: (see below) ----- Health: 20/20 Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary Arm: (see below) Ammo: (see below) Secondary Arm: (see below) Ammo: (see below) Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
IF YOU PICKED CEF AS YOUR ALLEGIANCE:
Assault Class Primary Arm: QBZ-95 Rifle Ammo: 30/120 (5.8mm) Secondary Arm: Type 54 Pistol Ammo: 8/32 (7.62mm)
Close Quarters Primary Arm: QCW-05 SMG Ammo: 50/150 (5.8mm) Secondary Arm: Type 54 Pistol Ammo: 8/32 (7.62mm)
Name: Shaun Jackson Age: 20 Allegiance: UN Class: Close Combat ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary Arm: M1014 Ammo: 7/28 (12 Gauge) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/24 (9mm) Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
Hahaha. XD
New York City. The City that Never Sleeps. D*mn. You got that right, you think as ARA small arms fire pings off your Stryker APC.
New York is *technically* UN-Occupied, but the ARA has resistance movements in pretty much every major city East of the Mississippi. They just don't know when to quit.
You're on a routine raid. Typical stuff: Drive up, bust in, kill a bunch of baddies, take a few more prisoners, and then get out. As the resistance crumbles, the raids become less frequent, but more dangerous. As if they realize its the end, and aren't going to give in.
Your squad leader steps up.
"Okay, we're gonna go in, bust a few heads, and then hightail it outta there. We're starting to take some heavier fire, but its small arms and nothing to worry at. Target is an apartment building, and Intel says its a goldmine. Jackson, you're on point. Any questions? Good, here we go."
You pour out of the Stryker, and the small arms fire intensifies. Its not very accurate, and the Stryker is blocking most of it. The guy behind you places a breaching charge on the lock.
"Do it."
BOOOOOOOOOM!... CRASH!
The door flies inward, and you follow right after it. You're in some sort of ante-chamber, and its empty. Theres a stairwell door, closed, and another door that leads further into the first floor, also closed. You're on point, so time to pick a door!
What do you do? (I'll give you these options for awile, until you get the hang of the game. Afterthat, you're on your own.)
A) Be healthy; take the stairs. B) Go deeper into the bowels of the building; door two. C) Make you own option!
Name: Jack Dunn Age: 22 Allegiance: ARA Class: P.I.G. ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary: Mk 14 EBR Ammo: 10/30 (7.62 NATO) Secondary: None Ammo: None Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Ghillie Suit (Head) Chest: Ghillie Suit (Body) Left Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Right Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Left Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Right Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You begin to make your way through the forest, and not much happens for awhile. Suddenly, Edwards goes prone and motions for you to do the same.
You both begin to crawl forward, until Edwards points at his eyes, than motions to two o'clock. You look over, and see a few 'Squints' making there way through the trees.
You look back at Edwards and he makes a slashing motion across his throat: Do not engage.
What do you do?
A) Sit tight for the moment. B) Engage anyways. C) Make your own option!
Name: Charles Maryson Age: 34.5 Allegiance: UN Class: Assault ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 5/100 ----- Primary Arm: SA80 Ammo: 30/90 (5.56 NATO) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/24 (9mm) Pack: 2 MRE, Canteen of Water (Mostly Full) ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
I'm a Yank.
You grab your rifle and head to where most of the fighting is occuring. Fire is still coming in, though it appears to be slacking off a little bit. Most of it appears to be coming from the general direction of the town. Its starting to get light; its nearing morning.
You start to shoot in controlled burst out to where the ARA is taking cover, but you can't tell if you hit anything. The firing has stopped for the most part now, and only a few shots ring out.
In the confusion, you missed the three Blackhawks that landed nearby. There offloading several more squads, and taking the wounded and dead. You see Doesler, and he's not in a body bag. Good. (+5 EXP)
The order is to carry on with the mission. Your squad gets assigned to follow the retreating ARA forces.
What do you do?
A) Follow with your squad. B) Go Rambo style, and go off by yourself. C) Make your own option!
Name: Jack Dunn Age: 22 Allegiance: ARA Class: P.I.G. ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary: Mk 14 EBR Ammo: 10/30 (7.62 NATO) Secondary: None Ammo: None Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Ghillie Suit (Head) Chest: Ghillie Suit (Body) Left Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Right Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Left Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Right Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You wait at your position, and watch the patrol. They walk a few more paces, and then stop. It appears they're just... Talking. There about a 100 yards out, and you see Edwards motioning for you to crawl up to him.
You do so, and he starts to whisper.
"They're inbetween us and and our target. We can go around, or take them out. Or we could wait. Your choice."
You crawl back to your original spot.
What do you do?
A) Go loud. B) Try and go around them. C) Wait and see what happens. D) Make your own option!
Name: Charles Maryson Age: 34.5 Allegiance: UN Class: Assault ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 5/100 ----- Primary Arm: SA80 Ammo: 30/90 (5.56 NATO) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/24 (9mm) Pack: 2 MRE, Canteen of Water (Mostly Full) ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You join up with the rest of your squad, and head out to your city. You learn that the plan is for a synchronized attack on the town that will flush the ARA out of the town, hopefully for good.
You meet up on top of a small hill near the town. As you wait for the other squads to get into position. You hear a crack, and your knocked down onto your back.
"SNIPER!!!"
He hit you in the chest, and your flack jacket saved your life. Your winded though, and barely manage to roll into some cover behind a tree stump before another round puffs into the ground.
"Where is he? Where is he?"
Great. You're pinned down by a sniper, and you can't commence with the attack until he's eliminated.
What do you do?
A) Continue pressing your face into the dirt. B) Poke out your head, and see where he is? C) Make your own option! __________ Name: Shaun Jackson Age: 20 Allegiance: UN Class: Close Combat ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary Arm: M1014 Ammo: 7/28 (12 Gauge) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/24 (9mm) Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You break down the door, and step aside. The rest of your team begins to turn round the door, and is met with a wall of fire. One guy is bracketed by fire before the rest of the team can dive out of the way.
You grab the downed man, and drag him out of harms way. He's a goner, so you prop him up in the corner. You poke your head around the corner, and pull it back as fire pings off the door frame.
Corporal Miller behind you taps your helmet.
"Do something!"
What do you do?
A) Put some fire around the corner. B) Forget about it, and head up the stairs. C) Make your own option!
Name: Jack Dunn Age: 22 Allegiance: ARA Class: P.I.G. ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 0/100 ----- Primary: Mk 14 EBR Ammo: 10/30 (7.62 NATO) Secondary: None Ammo: None Pack: 3 MRE, Canteen of Water ----- Head: Ghillie Suit (Head) Chest: Ghillie Suit (Body) Left Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Right Arm: Ghillie Suit (Sleeves) Left Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Right Leg: Ghillie Suit (Pants) Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You motion to Edwards, and you begin to go left, away from the Patrol. You crawl a few hundred yards, until the patrol is out of sight and ear shot. Edwards stands up, and you follow his lead. You make your way up to a ridge, when Edwards points down to the other side.
Its a dirt road, but its crawling with Squints. A few jeeps are parked by the side, and a BTR is making its way up the road.
"We're between a rock and a hard place." says Edwards. "We have no way of taking out that armor, and theres a patrol behind us. Guess we'll have to think up something quick."
What do you do?
(Lets see how you fare on your own.) __________ Name: Charles Maryson Age: 34.5 Allegiance: UN Class: Assault ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 5/100 ----- Primary Arm: SA80 Ammo: 30/90 (5.56 NATO) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/24 (9mm) Pack: 2 MRE, Canteen of Water (Mostly Full) ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You break from cover and dive down the hill. Its not a very large hill, more of a hummock, and you reach the bottom quickly. You dive behind a rock, and a bullet chips off a peice of the rock. He can still see you, and now you've got nothing to roll down.
The rest of your squad is behind you, and the sniper is in front of you. You poke your head above the rock, and see a flash come from the Clock Tower. You pull it back as a bullet whizzes above your head.
Name: Charles Maryson Age: 34.5 Allegiance: UN Class: Assault ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 5/100 ----- Primary Arm: SA80 Ammo: 22/30-90 (5.56 NATO) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/12-24 (9mm) Pack: 2 MRE, Canteen of Water (Mostly Full) ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
You fire a few rounds at the clock tower, and then you look behind to tell the rest of your squad the Sniper's location, only to see them popping smoke and coming down the hill.
The Sniper doesn't fire into the smoke, and the squad makes it safely to the bottom of the small hill.
The Squad Leader, Lieutenant Pouncey, motions you over. You crawl over, and he motions to his radio man.
"So, the buggers' in the clock tower, eh? Right, lets rock his world."
Pouncey grabs the radio reciever, and makes a call.
"Overlord, this is Oxide-6. Taking Sniper fire from the Clocktower in Village: Romeo. Requesting immediate air support, over."
"Roger that. Sending coordinates to the nearest unit... Oxide-6, a Warthog, callsign Shredder, is enroute. Putting him on call, over."
"Oxide-6? Yeah, this is Shredder. I've got a lock on the target and I'm going in hot, over."
The Warthog flies right over your position, and then banks towards the Clock Tower.
"Guns, guns, guns."
Shredder fires a few short burst from the nose gun, before releasing a JDAM at the Clock Tower. You see it fall out of sight, before a large explosion rocks the area. The dust settles, and you see the Clock Tower collapse into the Town. Pouncey gets back on the radio as the rest of the squad cheers.
"Good kills Shredder, thanks for the assist, over."
"Any time mate."
Pouncey switches channels.
"All units, be advised. Sniper in the Clock Tower has been Neutrilized. We are clear to advance into the town. Good luck. Out."
"Right. Lets do this."
As you make your way into the town, you begin to take small arms fire. The ARA is holed up in many of the buildings, and are shooting at you from an elevated position.
Name: Charles Maryson Age: 34.5 Allegiance: UN Class: Assault ----- Health: 20/20 Rank: Private Level: 1 EXP: 5/100 ----- Primary Arm: SA80 Ammo: 22/30-90 (5.56 NATO) Secondary Arm: P226 Ammo: 12/12-24 (9mm) Pack: 2 MRE, Canteen of Water (Mostly Full) ----- Head: Kevlar Helmet Chest: Flak Jacket Left Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Right Arm: T-Shirt sleeves Left Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Right Leg: Tactical-Cargo Pants Hands: Bare Feet: Boots
I run to cover whilst shooting towards the ARA. If I find Pouncy I try to request air support once more. If things don't go well I try to find some support from other soldiers.
