It is 2189, the year World War 3 broke out. We are teenage outcasts, searching for survival and freedom across the world; dodging the break outs of war. Violence has broken out everywhere and a haven must be located.

This is the Future.

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Images:

The City:



Map of section of town:



Evacuation:

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Have fun!

There are three teams in the World War Three.

The Cyborgs: These are the smartest race in the world which are constantly developing and coming up with new creations -- Killing creations.



Humans: Basic troopers fighting survival and freedom on Earth against the cyborgs and other forces. The humans are relentless and will always fight no matter the cost.



Hunkers: These are very intellegent and strong worriors with hearts of stone and fists of steel. Hunkers come from an unknown planet for the cleansing of Earth.

((I'll be a hunker....awesomeness))

((I'll be a human. Can I minus the fighting bit though?))

(yeah, sure!)

(Thanks. When do we start?)

(We shall start when one more person joins )

(Okay)

(Hopefully Pris join )

(Yeah)

((Why thank you... *blushes*.... I'll be a hunker...))

((Okay, cool, The humans will start at the human headquarters whereas the Hunkers will be infiltrating the humans.))

LET"S BEGIN!

(What are you Admin. Hunker or human?)

(Human )

Wha.. Why..?
Seriously...?

Blaze shifted his gun uneasily, the sky streaked with finest of crimsons, swirling with grey clouds. "All clear out here." He said into a radio.

"Ok then" said Macintosh. "I'll give you a rdar check in a minute."

((Uh... You're a Hunker, you're not on my team...))

((Dude, my characters name isnt Macintosh... that was some random human guy i made u talk to...))

((LOL))

"Thankyou. Over." He said, putting the radio in a pocket in his backpack. He strolled onto the edge of the cliff, looking down at the destroyed town below.

"Wait. No. We have enemies all ovef. Damn cyborgs. Its an ambush! Argghhh..." cried Macintosh.

"Macintosh. Macintosh do you read?" Freia said into her radio. "Damn," she muttered. "Blaze, what's the situation in your segment?"

Gandal picked up the radio, "Cyborgs down in the village, what about you, ma'am?"

"There's nothing near the base. I'm just glad I don't have to do anything. For teens, we've had to grow up pretty fast."

He nodded, moving the radio back up to his mouth, "I see activity down at the village, send in some support."