User:Bfoxius/Sandbox

Chapter I
San Francisco had fallen. Following an Iron Maiden concert that Bfox had taken one of his signature "breaks" from the wiki in order to see it, the "Rebles" that had so plagued the wiki, and later the world for the past few weeks had finally taken the west coast. Their target? Wikia headquarters in San Francisco. Take out Wikia, and the wiki shall be yours. All wikis. Bfox shook his head. Wikia, a once great site, where people, such as Bfox with far too much time on their hands wrote about everything from Dora The Explorer to German cooking. Now that would all be tarnished with the taint of noobyness.

His car stopped abruptly. "Stupid traffic," Bfox grumbled. Los Angeles and the surrounding area was awful when it came to traffic, and today seemed to be no exception. Especially due to the few surviving refugees coming from the north. Rebles took no prisoners. Ahead, the vast skyline of LA and its oversized suburbs stretched in front of him. Yet something was wrong. If it be the air, or the ground, it just felt...wrong. It seemed quiet. Not noisewise quiet, but it felt quiet. Calm before the storm quiet. The storm existed, and it would cost Bfox his life.

Overhead, a bright streak fell from the sky. Bfox could barely make out the letters "CCCP" on its side. Then, all hell broke loose. "What the he..." Bfox and the car was knocked off the road, into a nearby ditch. Above him, through the windshield, Bfox could see hell unfolding in the south of LA, near Orange County. A great fire engulfed what he believed to be Santa Ana. It seemed as if the entire atmosphere was incinerating. The noise was deafening, even from the distance.

Then, all of a sudden, the fire stopped. Just like water puts out a candle. Only there was no water. To the south, Bfox heard a great groaning sound, like the groaning of metal and earth. It grew louder and louder and louder. Finally, like a person blows out a fire, the mushroom cloud abruptly vanished. The groans grew louder, until a great wave swamped Long Beach. And another, and another. Soon, the port collapsed into the waves. The metallic groans continued, and Bfox, transfixed with horror, could only watch. A vast pit appeared under the bomb, and a cracking noise could be heard. The noise spread, and soon, cracks began to appear from Long Beach to Anaheim. The cracks grew, and a super-sized earthquake rocked the city. All throughout the cracks grew into a fissure, then a pit, then the waves engulfed all of the metro area, until the highest spires of the remaining buildings were covered. The City of Angels forgot how to fly, and like Icarus, it drowned.

Bfox warily got out of the car, wearing his jacket, to prevent fallout from contaminating himself. Strangely, he was not scared. Despite seeing nuclear devastation in many a popular media form, all of the events just knocked the fear out of him. It was survival now. Around him, all cars were destroyed or had fallen into the cracks that had appeared. Bfox saw no fallout, and he attributed that to the fact that the blast instantly dissapeared. All that remained was the crater, and the fires to the south. Slowly, his senses came back to him, and Bfox called: "Hello everyone, anyone still left!" The cries continued, despite becoming more desperate over time, and he finally abandoned the hope of survivors.

He looked out into the devastation. The missile seemed to be Soviet in make, judging from the letters, yet that had to be impossible, due to the USSR no longer remaining. "Perhaps Putin got a little trigger-happy, and the union was reformed. Wouldn't doubt it." The vanishing of the blast also made no sense, but finally, Bfox realized that if the fallout hadn't dissapeared along with the blast, it would be headed right his way. He quickly ran to a working car, and turned it on. His destination. East. Las Vegas was a TSPF haven, and though he did not fully believe in the TSPF, anything was better than Oct's thugs or the ruins. Gas was full, car worked, despite a partially totalled hood, and Bfox turned the key. Off he went, to weather the coming storm...

Chapter II
As the hills of Southern California turned to desert, Bfox kept wondering why? Why did all of this happen, why did a petty dispute on Althistory turn into a full-fledged war, why did the damn nuke fall! Why did all of this happen! He tried to turn on  the radio, but it did not work. He found himself thinking back to the Althistory website to figure out what happened, as that is what led to everything for some very odd reason. He had seen many an ASB timeline having to do with disasters that had only been edited once, in the depths of the wiki. Earthquakes, plauges, zombies, more zombies, monsters, volcanoes. He shuddered. That was the modern wiki. Who knows, maybe the Alien Space Bats are attacking. He shrugged.

The hills turned fully into the Mojave Desert. Bfox found himself wondering about how San Francisco would be under the Rebles' rule. Probably would go the way of all the other revolutions. With no singular goal in mind, it would descend into anarchy, and one ruler would rise, and a dictatorship would form, and opression would grow to be larger than it was before. That's the way it always was. Hopefully Oct did not mess with the Wikia headquarters back in San Fran. Oh no... Was that what he was after? It had to be. Oct was after Wikia itself to fully ban the TSPF and remake all of the wikis in his image. That means Althistory will be gone.

You would've thought Bfox would be sad, but he had far too much on his mind anyways. The Nevada border was approaching soon, and it seemed clear that with LA out of the way, Oct only had to march on the other major cities in California, and would push east, achieving his goal for a two-fronted war. Vegas would be first, and whatever happened in Los Angeles, he needed to alert the TSPF, as they were the last hope. Storm clouds gathered in the west, a rare occurance in the Mojave. If one nuke was fired, more had to come. Bfox had little time to alert Vegas, as the city would burn. Bfox floored the gas.

Still Under Construction, more coming soon.