Prologue
War never changes.
In 2077 the world bathed itself in nuclear fire. Within a few hours, nations and societies consumed themselves, out of greed, malice, or simple chaos.
The People's Republic of China once prided itself as a glorious bastion of communism, a utopia where none needed to suffer, only relish the fruits of prosperity and progress. What a dream it was.
As political rhetoric boiled up, and nations craved for more and more resources, the world reached its tipping point. China would invade the United States for oil, and the United States would invade China and her protectorates. The stage was set for a brutal decade-long war of attrition.
From Alaska to the Philippines, Shantou to the Gobi Desert, fighting would rage. All a fight for nothing. For as both nations grew desperate, so too did their lust for destruction. Nuclear sirens wailed as panicked masses ran for their lives to the nearest shelters… and silence blanketed the Earth.
But humankind has proven too stubborn to be snuffed out entirely. As the fallout settled, people would exit their shelters, only to be faced with the harsh reality of a mutated, devastated landscape. Mankind survives, and somehow, it thrived.
In the Yangtze River basin, the myriad of military forces on the front and rear lines, of both sides, disintegrated into petty warlords. The remnants of the Communist government officials would retreat even further into their bunkers, only emerging to display their dominance over the wastes. Forces within and without conspire to gain more power, whether for themselves or for the people. In between them all are communities and individuals, merely trying to survive the day-to-day grind; a war for survival on all fronts.
Because if one phrase rings true…
War never changes.