Alaska 2068

General Constantine Chase

The average Canadian was a snivelling coward with little in the way of guts or spine, who would talk and try and accept terrible conditions rather than rebel against their masters. In many ways, the average Canadian was a servant or slave, and it had only ever been the good ole US of A that allowed them to live that way. And then you occasionally got glimpses that it was as mask, that the reason they were so scared of violence, of war was because they knew exactly what they were capable of and they were not sure what would make them stop..

None of his soldiers needed to take a shot as they walked into Anchorage, to a scene from horror books and films. Sure, he hated the communist bastards, but seeing an entire army impaled and flayed in the streets of the city made his stomach clench. The ravens and crows were cawing, laughing as they circled, wolves howling in the distance. Even as he walked to the center, there was something profoundly... wrong about the entire scene, something almost profane in a way that he could not describe, that he did not have the words for, the only sounds the clink of gear and the crunch of snow under boots.

The square was... a forest of bodies, turned to face a central point, a dais? A platform... no, as he walked by officers, their swords replacing their genitals, metals their eyes, arms reaching out like claws, beseeching what was there, a dull thumping sound. It was like a prayer drum that the Indians used to have, as he walked forward in a trance, to his counterpart and hated enemy, General Jingwei. Or rather, the ruin of used to be an enemy, now little more than an impossible and macabre display.

Something told him that every portion of how the general was displayed carried meaning, that it was a calculated act of not only brutality, but of blasphemy to the man's ideals by calling out to a religious past. He could not say how he knew that, as he approached the flayed man, chest torn open, still beating heart exposed, cradled in a nest of thorns that ran through his flesh, roots and vines that held him in place. Jingwei's eyes remained, lips cracking with frostbite, as he desperately tried to talk, to speak, eyes burning with a need that struck worse than a bullet.

And then, the living corpse spoke, voice wet and ragged. "General Chase, I have a message for you, before I am allowed to die." Shivers ran down his spine, worse than ice water as he looked at the desperate man, at the impossible knowledge he was telling the literal truth, against reason and God. "Neither of us are welcome, not in the True North, Strong and FREE. Winter comes for China, because, because..." The man wailed, his voice breaking as the crows laughed, watching, hands tightening on their rifles, his voice changing to the cracking of ice, iron blades grinding against each other. "We must rip and tear till its done."

The thorns constricted, a fist squeezing his heart, and the man slumped over and died, an expression of terror on his face that made their blood run cold, the icy winds sinking into their flesh as they looked on, as they began to do their tasks... and as he ran to the communication hub as whatever the Canadians were doing, without telling them about it? How close were they from snapping, from transforming from those weaklings and into something from the worst sort of fairy tale?

They needed to pull out of Canada, as occupying them and taking the resources... may be much more dangerous than previously expected.

President Jasper Clinton

Apparently, the Canadians had a black ops unit that went rogue. And were continuing to go rogue, as they had apparently left updated wills before they left to derail some of the Enclaves projections. As it is, they were not ready to invade China yet, even as intelligence assets were reporting waves of atrocities and assassinations in Chinese territory. Along with the fact that the Chinese were sending them offers of surrender if they would just call off their 'Canadian War Dogs.'

Because this black ops project seemed to have than strictly rational assets at their disposal. That, or they had their own bio-weapons projects that they were testing by unleashing on the people of China. That, or some of the strange and eldritch was getting a lot more blatant, more willing to work out in the open, as apparently there was an undying terracotta army lead by the risen from of Emperor Qin Shi Huang declaring that the time of re-establishing the Mandate of Heaven was at hand while proclaiming death to Communism.

If it had not been derailing all their plans, as they needed to stomp down on the fact that the Chinese had 'sudden glaciers' in their prime farmland, zombie outbreaks in major cities and what seemed to be outbreaks of ghosts appearing in massive numbers and proclaiming that peace was the only path forward? He looked at the map and he scowled, as this? This sort of capability was almost more valuable than the natural resources they were extracting from their northern neighbours, and would be much better suited to be in American hands.

And so he called for the CIA director. "How soon can you have the Canadians attack the pipeline?"

Wasteland Atlas

Canada is the land were the nuclear winter never ended, and where the government of the old world decided that as the population were devious, scheming and all around cruel and vicious bastards, that made them fitting test subjects for the Forced Evolutionary Virus. More variants were researched and tested there than anywhere else, as well as the deployment and catastrophic failure of several early model GECKS that only resulted in it being shrouded constantly in snow and mist, haunted by monsters beyond the twisted dreams of madmen... and impossibly living, evergreen forests.

In part, this is because everything in little America is either highly resistant or immune to radiation, but will also try and kill you, extending from the trees, grass and shrubs, to the rats, lynx, sheep, bears, porcupines, wolves and occasional rock. To say nothing of the geese, wolverine, moose and formerly human inhabitants. And then there are the other things in the woods. All in all, while its a beautiful place, at least as far as people have been able to see? It is a land that defies and denies any chance of settlement or taming.

The long persistent rumors that the Canadians managed to weather the storm and closed their borders, drawing into isolation and maintaining something close to a level of national cohesion are of course fairy tales and fantasies with no basis in fact. After all, if the nation of America was shattered into its current state, what hope do the northern territories have of achieving this feat?