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War. War never Changes.
Since the dawn of human kind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything: from God to justice to simple, psychotic rage.
In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The world was plunged into an abyss of nuclear fire and radiation.
But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter of human history. For man had succeeded in destroying the world - but war, war never changes.
(Cuts to lucky 38)
Secretary: Mr House you called me.
Mr House: Yes I need you to call the Mojave express and tell them I need to get the platinum chip by tomorrow .
Secretary: Yes sir I will get right on that but if I may ask why do you need it by tomorrow what is going on.
(Cuts to the window)
Mr House: I have a feeling that the Mojave may count on it.
(Cuts to Roger Maxson sitting on a
cargo box)
Private Carson: Sir is it true you executed Dr. Anderson.
Roger Maxson: yes private that is indeed true but I need every available body to interrogate the other scientist's.
Private Carson: And after what do we do with them.
Roger Maxson: Execute them for there crimes against humanity.
Private Carson: yes sir yes sir.
Roger Maxson: alright dismissed.