《The New Years》


 Journal of Max Chambers

    This is the journal of Max Chambers. I used to be a writer for a newspaper outside Washington DC. But I had to be laid of. That is not the reason why I am writing this however. I am writing this as a testimony of our times to the world after.


    I am not planning to die anytime soon. But I have a feeling that our fate is not what it used to be. That things are changing for something worse. Or just something different.


    I am not sure when it all started. Goes way, way back. Maybe more than ten years? It is hard to tell. Or to keep track in my mind without proper information. Anyways. First there was the bombings. Attacks against various organizations all over the globe. Usually corporations with high-tech developments. We are talking cars, planes, robots, A.I. Anything that peaked to a better future. Even medical organizations. In one way or another they were threatened with bombs or death-threats. At first it was suspected to be nothing but radical groups. Youngsters who expected themselves to know things better than the actual experts.


    But that was the beginning.


    And the beginning starts small. Like a whisper until the real deal starts. I was in London myself when it happened, as the matter of fact. Stood to observe the grand opening of a new traveling-system. An underground train that could run in the blink of an eye, nearly teleport the passengers between stations. It was supposed to be a revolution. Turned out to be a disaster. The whole damn train detonated underground, tearing a giant rift through the concrete of London. Buildings collapsed like domino over another. Through the gaping hole of the ground. I am still not sure if it was a miracle to survive that. It still scars my soul and heart.


    The world erupted like fire that day. Everyone wanted answers. It wasn¡¯t long after that the news came out. Some small, rather unknown group of people. Calling themselves The Avalon, stood behind it all. Up until then, they had been rather quiet. A rather radical group of people living here and there. They could sometimes claim that the world was going under and that man was not worthy changing our destiny. All that kind of stuff. Not unlike any other cultists. But now, it was clear. They stood behind the attack in London. Somehow sabotaging the train by using very rare weaponry. Experts claimed that nobody was aware HOW this people could get these type of weapons. Or HOW they could be responsible for such an assault.


    One of the key researchers in the subject of cultist activities was on TV the week after. I will never forget it. The whole thing was live and I saw it while doing some exercise for my injured back after the attack. I saw how the researcher grabbed a gun and started shooting on live television. Right before screaming out the word AVALON on the top of his lungs and killing himself.


    It was now it started to get clear. Avalon had been along for a long time. But we never knew about them until now. We still didn¡¯t know what they wanted. Or who the hell they were! But it began to happen fast. Random act of violence, assassinations. Nobody was in the clear anymore as they would do anything they could for the act of making fear.


    Avalon was more than a small threat. They were a real enemy. Like a tumor that would not disappear. We had our share of serial killers and freaks, but not like this. These guys believed something. But did not seem to believe in a God or entity. They believed in nothing but ideals!


    Our former president, Jack Eriks created a weapon against these guys. He made a program called Green Sword. Trained forces going against Avalon in battle. Raids and such. But Avalon struck harder. This time with more technical advances. I am talking about robots. Something called ¡°Hammers¡±. We have our share of robots and cyborgs. It is not a big deal. But these guys, these ¡°Hammers¡±. By God, they were advanced!


    Avalon tried to go after Jack Eriks a few times, but the guy survived over and over again. The way I see it, he was a god-damn wall of might and will.


    But as anything else¡­nothing lasts forever. Eriks had a decease. He tried to fight it, but could not lead the land while doing so. He had to turn down his role as a president. And holy FUCK, that was not good. Excuse my expression.


    Vice president Aron Trickster. I really hope that when you read this, you¡¯ll know the shit he caused. He came into power by default. An election was out of the picture with all the travesty going on. He even had the endorsement of the former president. Claiming Aron to be the future. Aron is waste!


    Some rival media-group in Washington D.C got the news first. A leak in Arons personal computer confirmed that the new sitting power was, you bet it, a fucking Avalon sympathizer. Avalon has gotten more and more recruits during this shit storm. And Trickster was one of them. Not only that. The way he spoke as a leader was toxic. He sprayed the word of Avalon like it was a cure for humanity. Only not addressing that Avalon caused most of the sickness by insane attacks!


    Aron started to use Hammers as personal guards. Both those who look like human and those who are metallic monsters on wheels and legs. Avalon grew in numbers and Green Sword? How about Green Sword? What do you think Aron Trickster did in his power? They disappeared. Some claimed to be locked in prisons. Or worse.


    This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.Jack Eriks tried to go against the sitting president of course. But all in vain. What could he do? What could anyone do?


    Enough history-lesson. As of ten days ago some fine folks outside Washington decided it was time to show the power of mortal men who had enough. So they made a deal. Countless of civilians stormed the White House. Hammers and Avalon was fast in going on ambush, but when you piss of the wrong kind of people, you eat the dirt!


    I am not a violent man and I don¡¯t like to write positive things about violence. So it pains me to say that this might be the only way. But it worked at the moment. The president of united states ran away. Left to some unknown place at the given moment. And we have no fucking idea what to do next. Everyone look up to the leader of this resistance. Julia Grey was recently assigned by the people as a president. But I am not sure if this election is official in any way.


    Word on the street say that war is coming. That we better make ourselves ready. That it would be good to idealize whatever might happen next. But you tell me one thing¡­.WHAT the hell would that be??? Are we going to have a war against our own president? It¡¯s certain that he isn¡¯t running Avalon. So whoever runs it must be stronger than him! Where is Green Sword? And who is going to help us???


    I hope whoever it is reading this is having a better life. Cause I think a war is coming.


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    It has been a few years since I last wrote the journal. I was stupid enough to forget writing dates in this damn thing, but I guess it wont matter. The good news is that somehow, despite all that has happened. I am alive. And it must mean something. Sure, I ran away for about a year. Took a train to escape somewhere remotely safe.


    My ex-wife lived in Maine. She invited me to stay there for a while. But that place was not a safe area during the war. A yes, I guess I forgot to say it to you guys. There was a breakout war. Full scaled. But America, or what used to be America, was affected the most. Avalon really hated our guts I guess.


    Anyway. Maine was out of the discussion. There was no way I was going there. But word on the street was about an older train. Like, really old. This derelict was going to take anyone who wanted to go on a one-way ticket heading to Arizona. The vast landscape of green, with huge rocks and formations. Mountains and nature sounded so very far away from the war. But the trail there was no easy travels. Jesus, crossing a whole land that was in war. And undetected? A miracle we even got there alive.


    The place was like a safe haven for us. Lot¡¯s of freaky fanatics and strange oddities who prayed to the lands. Odd natives that nearly lived there all alone. These lunatics got under our skin, talking about praising the nature and all type of stuff. I know a cult when I see one! And I am NOT joining them.


    No worries, though. They were pretty harmless little freaks.


    I got back home to Washington a few years ago. Managed to return home with help of a convoy of travelers. Nice folks! Washington was in a bad state. Not terrible, not under any constant doom and gloom like any other state. But¡­filthy.


    Julia Grey was the first official president after Aron Trickster ran off. So I guess that means someone tried to hold this country together. Everything has been so anarchistic that I barely took notes of that during all these years. Veronica Morningstar is the current sitting power. Not in the White House, however.


    The White House was still vacant. And looked like shit after the bombings and warfare. Started to make me think who was the enemy in all this. Just for a brief moment, let me tell you. When I saw the apartment I used to live in I saw the real aftereffect. In the homes. One guy had hung himself. Some were arrested by police during a raid for sympathizing Avalon. Some apartments were empty for years. Vacant but nobody bothered moving in.


    I have lived alone now for a long time. And while going through the rubble I found this journal. So I am telling everything the best I can. At first I threw it away. Why bother anyway.


    But now it changed. Just a few days ago. The biggest world wide news.


    Everyone called this war the Civil War. Since america was battling itself. It¡¯s own bad, dark blood. But media and the word on the street called it Silver War. Must be a typo somewhere. It got stuck however.


    The war was, of course, devastating beyond words. But when it happened in Nevada. About four months ago, give or take. As you already know, time has gotten a bit blurry these days.


    A massive battleship was hijacked by Hammers. Devil knows what they were after. But they flew over Nevada and started to bomb everything to blitz. Until someone, or something did a mistake.


    The battleship crashed on soil, detonated some sort of radioactive chain reaction. Killing most inhabitants of Nevada, rendering the land unlivable.


    A whole fucking state gone DEAD! That was it. Veronica Morningstar had enough. And she made some protocol with higher members of the world. In order to end the Silver War, she pushed the button to reset.


    Protocol Rebirth.


    America was no longer existing as a nation. Every state should be it¡¯s own power. It¡¯s own living micro-nation. The odd thing is how this really came through. Every state to their own fate. Old Nevada had their fate, bathing in blood. But I have no freaking idea how anyone else can manage this.


    Washington state is gone. Now it is Washington, the country. Veronica Morningstar is our current sitting power. Word goes around fast about other states. But my head is spinning so god damn much by this. This protocol means another thing. We reset time as well. This is Year 1 after The Event. The Event been Old Nevada and the signing of the protocol.


    The Silver War is over. Avalon is still out there. Hell knows what happened to Aron Trickster. Hammers still exist. I heard rumors that Avalon trashed some of them. Maybe Avalon won? Or maybe they lost? Who gives a shit anyway.


    I have told you the story of the old world.


    As of now, I will dig this journal under some pile of stones, safely secured for whoever is brave enough to read it.


    As for me? Your kind host?


    I am going to drink my brains out!


    Peace out!


    Max Chambers