User:Bfoxius/Sandbox

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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...

Still Under Construction, more coming soon.