FARSEER

Prolouge:

Disclaimer: I am using all my own ideas, which are a little off,except the whole Dawn of the Dead thing ok.(Survivors fromWisconsin?)This is just a lil background to the story, events change dramatically in chapters soon to come. Some words are not english, pardon me.( Some of this shit is off, I know that, but it dont hurt to dream a lil' bit, get through the first few chapters. It gets better like a dozen warm beers.

The sun was rising on a new day in South Dakota. The hustle and bustle of the towns, to the interstate, was a constant in the modern world. Living out their lives with no thought of what would happen.

But the old man knew. He told me of his dream when I was just a boy, he told me "our loved ones are filled with hunger, loss, and confusion". "Cursed" he said, to wander, never to regain their humanity.

He told me of this 14 years ago when I was just becoming a man. "The time of the Wasicu is coming to an end", he said, meddling in the affairs of Tunkasila, Doing all evils for power.

In the immenseness of this is me. Jim Iron Horse, an Oglala Lakota Sioux, from the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, one of the largest Native American Nations within the United States of America.

A proud, yet conquered people. Living off the scraps of the government, a tribal government that is corrupt, and throw in a drought, you have a recipe for revolution. Since I came of I age gained a sense of pity for my people for the devastation that they all will go through. This alone puts all of them above me.

It drives me to make sure all my people are safe, fed, housed, and peace is there, it took time but the task was accomplished.

After a heated and raging dispute in tribal government, the Federal government tried to take over. On the brink of civil war between the Federal government and the separatist districts, each side was gathering men.

Native Americans from all over the United States answered our cries for arms. It was at this time that the separatist, announced their intentions to be independent, and began calling themselves the United Districts of the Oglala Lakota Nation.

It was after this declaration that the United States acted with force. But we had an ace up our sleeve. While all this was happening we dispatched letters and documents containing every act that shows the world of the treaties they signed, and broke, the women and children they killed with germ warfare, the land and mineral rights they stole alone count for billions in lost monies.

The United States government lied to every major news agency in the world and the United Nations about these allegations. But with the official documents in the hands of the world, the United States federal government started to lose political and international support.

With U.S. foreign policy already stretched far with the current wars, they were hard pressed to handle a civil dispute with an entity that only the United States government could handle. When civil volunteers, supremacists, and other homeland defense heretics along our borders, theycreated strife between the UDOLN and the Government.

It started when a group of peace activists attempting to enter the Tribal bounds were stopped by volunteer militia men, who searched their car, accused them of supporting the separatist, and shot them.

Only two conflicts occurred after that incident. Each one being a victory for the UDOLN was significant in gaining support from state politicians, civil an corporate groups, and foreign nations. With this much opposition, the United States halted its pre-emptive strike with bombers and gave in to the new government.(yeah right)

The demands were simple. Payment each month from all entities, wether civil, corporate, or federal, for all property they build on 1868 treaty lands.Plus the ability to pass laws in which the United states government cannot inhibit, veto, or overrule thelaws passed by Tribal council, which allowed us to produce and manufacture products which are illegal in the United States. The Law which provided us the ability to bring ourselves back out of hopelessness.

A semi-feudal/democratic government was established. Trade is everywhere throughout the once poverty stricken nation. Bartering livestock, grain, wine, marijuana, tools, and the defenses that our government needs to protect our citizens.

With a sense of unity my people begin to build using the earth and timber off our land. Fields of food, choke cherry, plum, and pot were sown and harvested. All were at peace and safe.

After much bartering with the federal government we were able to secure several key tables within the badlands national park. Though the park itself is within tribal lands, it was used in the 50's and 60's as a bombing range making the land uninhabitable due to radioactive ammo.

The sites that we chose were cleared by the core of engineers of all ordinance. On these buttes we built the strongholds of brick and wood. Designed to protect my people from the horrors that are about to pass.

Wind turbines, solar panels, deep water wells, and stores of grain, meat, smoke, and drink. These places are guarded by a select few of warriors from each district of our tribe, protectors of good people, upholders of peace and unity throughout the Tribe.

Now it has come. My teacher has told me to prepare. I have prepared. We shall survive in the wake of Tunkasila's wrath. The wrath of the lost, confused, and very fuckin hungry.

I live in a really corrupt society, my people, in reality, are still in poverty. If it were up to me, thank god its not, revolution has worked in the past. Treason is punishable by death.