The Burnsian Desert
26-08-2005, 04:27
Red Cross Aid Station
North Sector
Highfather
The Burnsian Desert
The wind whipped around the crowded streets, stinging the faces of those waiting in line for a scrap of meat. All around them were the shells of once-grand buildings, financial centers, industrial capitals of the region. Now they lie desolate, glass shattered, with their former employees out on the street begging for a meal. Powerful men, the magnates of the former economic powerhouse that was TBD, were now shadows of their former selves, wasting away in tattered suits and shredded loafers. The air was thick with the smell of disease and suffering, only punctuated by the almost-maddening whiff of soup. One must wonder how such a grand nation fell to its knees, a giant of a world leader became the gnome of the world's garden.
It all started with a man. General Mitchell Craig, hero of the Decisive Action takeover. He quickly rose through the ranks after his heroism during that period, and eventually pronounced himself effective dictator. He ruled for a few years, until Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia was found. Needless to say, she was killed soon after and Craig retook the seat of power.
Soon, however, Craig noticed his economy slightly fraying at the seams. Increasing imports from foreign countries were undercutting Burnsian products while still managing to make a major profit. After a huge battle with Automagfreek over a blockade to try to remedy the problem, the economy finally gave out. Banks that had loaned money to the government no longer had cash to give to their clients. The government had no money left over, and the economy was completely washed out. Panicking, the treasury printed mass amounts of Burned Notes to try to combat the problem, only to have inflation futher add to the problems. Now the fragile economy was an imploded basketcase, with little more than shells of men and whisps of dreams that would never be realised left.
North Sector
Highfather
The Burnsian Desert
The wind whipped around the crowded streets, stinging the faces of those waiting in line for a scrap of meat. All around them were the shells of once-grand buildings, financial centers, industrial capitals of the region. Now they lie desolate, glass shattered, with their former employees out on the street begging for a meal. Powerful men, the magnates of the former economic powerhouse that was TBD, were now shadows of their former selves, wasting away in tattered suits and shredded loafers. The air was thick with the smell of disease and suffering, only punctuated by the almost-maddening whiff of soup. One must wonder how such a grand nation fell to its knees, a giant of a world leader became the gnome of the world's garden.
It all started with a man. General Mitchell Craig, hero of the Decisive Action takeover. He quickly rose through the ranks after his heroism during that period, and eventually pronounced himself effective dictator. He ruled for a few years, until Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia was found. Needless to say, she was killed soon after and Craig retook the seat of power.
Soon, however, Craig noticed his economy slightly fraying at the seams. Increasing imports from foreign countries were undercutting Burnsian products while still managing to make a major profit. After a huge battle with Automagfreek over a blockade to try to remedy the problem, the economy finally gave out. Banks that had loaned money to the government no longer had cash to give to their clients. The government had no money left over, and the economy was completely washed out. Panicking, the treasury printed mass amounts of Burned Notes to try to combat the problem, only to have inflation futher add to the problems. Now the fragile economy was an imploded basketcase, with little more than shells of men and whisps of dreams that would never be realised left.