I screwed up my life, in ways unseen to most. Normal men can't even see what caused me to do so, since it's hidden in the veil, unseen by most men. The events could be boiled down to a single poll, but things only got worse and worse from there. Things that turned America from bad to worse to a shithole bigger than the sun.

The difference between Republicans, Democrats, and business men? Well, Democrats seek to cause change for the better, while Republicans try to keep things the way they are, possibly successful.

Business men, however, turn things to shit. And that's what happened at first, and what is continuing to happen today.

It all started that ill-fated day, that Election Day, about 27 years ago. It only got worse after 2 more years he was in office, but then everything went to shit. Few people know what happened that day, and fewer still will share this information. Fewer still can be trusted. None of the trustworthy people know the full truth, only small bits and pieces. I know, however, and I must share, in order to make certain a disaster like this never happens again.

My name is Mavix, and I am the man who destroyed everything.


January 3rd, 2047

Fifth Division Sub-Shelter, Middle East Collective

Male Grunt Quarters

It was calm, almost serene. I could hear myself think for the first time in years, for the first time since I entered the Southern Connecticut Military Recruitment station when I was 13 years old. I almost felt like I was dead, until I felt someone pat me on my shoulder. I remove my ear buds (which I equipped earlier to help me feel like I was alive), turn my head to face him, and calmly address my fellow squadmate, Steven.

"So, what's the word?" I ask him with a glance, knowing before I asked what he'd say, "Do I need to head to the mess hall for cleaning?"

"Negative," he replies, with a slightly cold look, knowing how surprised I would be after I heard his response, "you've been commanded to head to the Commodore's office for further instructions."

Well, he sure got one part right, I was shocked to hear that I wasn't going to be forced to clean the mess hall like usual. To go to the Commodore's office, however, is always talked about among the grunts. You only go to his office for three reasons: Demotions, Promotions, or requesting you to go onto a Spec Op. The final option is extremely rare, but often leads to promotions, so these trips are talked about whenever they occur. Now, I would be all the buzz, which is very bad in this base.

I sighed, realizing what would happen. The last mission we went on, we were ordered to rescue refugees of the former Arab Unity and bring them back to base. On our way, we found a fair amount of evidence to suggest that the I-Dems (code name for the intelligent demons, which are the scum of the Earth right now) were planning an assault on our shelter, which would destroy our defenses in the area. We were split between stopping this plan and completing the mission. I ended up running off to stop this plan while the others completed the mission. I succeeded in stopping the attack, but since there was little concrete evidence supporting this theory, the commanding officers didn't approve of this action. Now, I'm reaping the consequences of my actions, and will demoted.

"Well, I better get going then," I responded with an exasperated tone, "I expect he'll be expecting me right now."

"Well, you are obviously correct," Steven responded, mocking my exasperated tone, "but I haven't told you something important yet,"

"Wait, there is something else he wants me to know beforehand?" I said, slightly surprised by his follow up, "Well, spit it out already!"

Steven, the smartass he is, actually spat on the floor, grinning, and then responded "I have to come with you."

"Aw crap," I said. I really disliked Steven. He always was so literal.


January 3rd, 2047

Fifth Division Sub-Shelter, Middle East Collective

3rd Quarter Hall

It took us a while to reach the Commodore's office, since Steven decided to use the restroom on the way. I had to wait five minutes for him to come out, which I surely thought he wouldn't take, considering how insistent he was for us to get to the Commodore's office. When he came out, he asked me why I was still standing there with an exasperated tone, obviously just to make me mad. Just to dissatisfy him, I decided to answer him calmly, and then let my inner child cackle with laughter as his face started to redden.

When we finally got to the Commodore's office, we found him standing out in the hallway seething with rage. We didn't ask why he was angry, as it was obvious: his computer wasn't cooperating. We greeted him, only to be shouted at, and told to get back to quarters.

"Sir, we were commanded to report to you regarding a certain piece of information."

"No I didn't! I was standing out here since 10 AM!"

There's this one thing about the Commodore: He refuses to use Military time, despite his rank. This leads to a lot of discrepancies in the sequence of events, and is the only hope for Grunts going to see him.

"Sir, you did, at around 1003 Hours this morning!"

"Ah, yes that's right, come on!"

Not many people know exactly why he does this. Most people think this is his way to determine if you are an imposter, while others think that his instructor taught him to do this. Me personally? I honestly believe that he does this to confuse spies, whether in the system or out of the system. Regardless, he does this, so we just have to accept it.


January 3rd, 2047

Fifth Division Sub-Shelter, Middle East Collective

Commodore Gerald's Office

Gerald's office is extremely well kept, with not a single spot on anything. So when I came in, the entire room felt like I was moving between two different universes. I kept walking back and forth between the hall and the office to see if I was hallucinating, but to no avail.

The room had a vast amount of pressure in the air. I was waiting for the interview to begin, but he instead kept typing on his computer, writing his report for the Executive General.

"So, it seems that you haven't had the best times when it comes to authority, Mavix Peterson." He said when he finally broke the ice, "in fact, it seems you have recently disobeyed a direct order to continue on your last mission to rescue refugees, and instead elected to exterminate a den of I-Dems. What do you have to say in your defense?"

"Sir, I only did what was needed to save our base of operations!" I replied, with some disrespect threatening to overrule my body, "They would have attacked us had I not done something about it!"

"What bullshit!" Steven exclaimed, only to realize that Commodore Gerald was staring at him strangling me. He released me promptly.

"That is some shit of a lie! You should've said something smarter than that!" he corrected, with resentment in control.

"I would suggest you watch your tongue, Steven Sorenson," the Commodore said, "I won't give you a second chance next time."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Anyway, I didn't call you up here just to bicker over the morality of your actions, Mr. Peterson," He continued, "I came to give you both an opportunity to go on a Spec Ops mission, one of optimu-"

"Sir, he disobeyed a direct order! He needs to be punished like the Heathen Swine he is!"

"I'm still here you know..."

"Indeed you are, to both of you," Gerald responded, "and this disobedience is the reason why he was selected for this operation. Because he disobeyed our commands to do what was right to save more than 250 lives in this base! Not in spite, because he did so!"

"What?! When is disobedience ever good!"

"On his next mission, it will be required that he thinks on his own, more so than obedience. In fact, doing as your are told on his next mission will get you killed!" Gerald replied, "However, because of the nature of this Op, I cannot tell you exactly what it is about until you agree to join."

"Then why would I join?"

"Would you want to stay here when you are getting disrespected for your choice?" He answered, and I had to answer yes, as he knew, "However, I can say that it involves the acquisition of utmost strategic information.

"I'll give you until tomorrow afternoon until you must report to me with your decision. I'll relieve you from any duties you have until then so you two can reflect on my offer." he finished.

"Wait, I'll be going too?!"

"Yes, as you'll contain valuable information about said location. Now, shoo! Get back to your quarters, and don't say anything else! I have a headache right now!"

We started to walk out. No, we actually did walk out. In fact, we walked all the way back to our quarters, and got on our mattresses and started to relax. I almost fell asleep, already knowing what I chose, when I found out that Steven knew too.

"Mavix?"

"Yeah, Steven?"

"I know what you chose. I know that you will head out onto that mission."

"Yeah, and?"

"We'll be working together, so we'll need to communicate better," He said, "So, just call me Seth."

I didn't know the importance of said name until I went onto the mission the next day.


Here Ends Chapter One