I thought this up while having a shower. This is a RP set in the future. Have fun and enjoy.
This is an RP. Don't contol mine or anyone else's character except your own.
In the year 3269, an atomic winter descended upon the earth. World War VIII had finally come to an end. The USSNA (United Socialist States of North America) launched their last bomb; Neo-Moskau destroyed once and for all. The Moscow-Beijing-Tokyo-Delhi-Cairo Quintet was in ruin; the European Union crumbling in the dust; the Federation of Afrika diminished in the heat of the Sahara.
The Southern Cross Coalition, fearing that they would be destroyed also, set forth from the planet and travelled to the newly colonized Mars. Many refugees from the war ravaged countries, fled south to the Coalition countries, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, and the southern South American countries. These refugees and the people of the Coalition left earth to form the Colony of Mars.
Years later, the rivalries of the settlers, boiled forth from an uneasy peace; War was on the horizon. Two great Metropolises were created: Olympus, in the eastern hemisphere, Neo-Earth in the western.
From the fear of war, Battle Academies were set up in the cities. All youth went to these colleges, to train them for a future war. Fortunately, war did not come; but the fear of it still lingered in the population, and the Battle Academies stayed, training the young in all forms of knowledge.
The year is now 87 A.E. (After Earth), 95 years after the settlers left earth.
Azouris Jacob stared out of the window of his Neo-Earth Battle Academy classroom. He paid no attention to his instructor, Major Rea.
?Azouris!? yelled the Major, ?What was I just talking about?!?
Azouris jumped in his seat, unaware of what the lecture was about, ?Um? Sorry, Sir, I don?t know, Sir.?
Major Rea walked over to Azouris? seat and looked down at the computer screen in front of Azouris. A poem was on the screen. ?What is this?? boomed the Major.
?It is a poem, Sir,? replied Azouris.
?A poem! This is a Technical Robotics Class, not a language class. Why is there a poem on your screen??
Azouris was going to reply, but the Major lent over and pressed a button on the side of the screen. The poem now appeared on the screen at the front of the classroom.
?Mars, by Azza Jacob.? Said Major Rea, reading from the screen, ?Red, Red, Red. All I see is Red.? As the Major turned to face Azouris, the end of day siren sounded, and the Major disappeared, his image being projected into the classroom from somewhere else.
Later that day.
?Mother! I?m going over to the San Andreas Precinct to meet up with some classmates. I?ll be home later,? yelled Azouris as he went through the doorway of his families living quarters in the Neo-Sydney Precinct.Who's going to be Azza's classmates?Note: My last name is Jacob. I'm controlling my decendent.