Ghost_of_Ottawa

"What kind of betrayal hurts worst? One that comes from people who swore to protect you." The small midwestern city of Ottawa, Illinois is thrown into a madman's version of conspiracy theorists pandora's box and these locals, friends, become leaders, heroes, and legends. Hardship and loss befall these unlikely heroes. Every step forward seems like they are over a thousand steps behind. Forced to put down their beers and bongs, replacing them with rifles and the hands of dying loved ones, the Star Spangled Heroes tackle anything that seems to threaten their way of life.

Star Spangled Freedom

Once Reverend Everett was home, he set his suitcase down and sat down on his couch. 


"The end is coming my son; I hope you are prepared."


The next morning found world tensions at an all-time high. The New American Empire had finally struck back, dropping bombs all over the Middle East, and found that China wasn't as dead as previously thought. Europe was back into a full-fledged war, and it didn't seem like it was going to end with any victors.


"Recall all forces back to America, I want everyone here." ordered President Ghost. he was in the War room, planning their next move, however, about 12 hours later, Saudi Arabia and the rest of the Middle East launched their nuclear warheads at the rest of the world. 


Emergency warnings reached every corner of the world. The New American Empire, however, people had done as they were instructed, bring only what you can carry, then report to your assigned bunker. 


"Return fire, I want that entire section of the world wiped off the god damn map!"


With the turn of a key, of North, Latin, Central and South American Nuclear warheads launched at evert point on the map, then the New Japanese Territories and their other allies launched as well.


Reverend Everett was standing outside when the sonic booms of reentering nuclear missiles filled the air. 


As he and his followers sealed their bunker, he smiled. "Let Revelations Come."


Meanwhile, The Ghost entered his bunker, located under the National Archive, that had also been lowered into the ground to preserve the knowledge of America.


As nuclear detonations occurred across the world, the violin sounds from "El Tango De Roxanne" echoed over speakers that hadn't died yet. The ground shook violently as explosions rocked the world, shattering all the progress made by those who'd fought through the era of lots, the old world, and everything was gone in a matter of seconds, reduced to nuclear rubble and ashes.


  Everything they had worked for, was gone, the New American Empire, the New World Order, the Middle Eastern Theocracy, and everyone else, gone in a series of blinding flashes of light, followed by a wave of fire.


As the wave of fire spread across the world like a dragon's breath, the cries of those unlucky to have bunkers like America, were heard, souls vaporized instantly, families torn to pieces, governments shattered into bits, hope and dreams dashed into a million tiny fragments fueling the fires of nuclear war.


Although the crew of lots had been far away from each other and communications had gone down with the emp, they finished one last sentence.


"This...Is...It...No...More...Lots...Forever."


With The Wraith Of God