Reunions and Endings: Doomsday FutureReunions and Endings : Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale from the Future through a Nation's EyesSomewhere in the Sopron Frontier. 2067.By most accounts, the Eighth of June was like any other day in the Alpine Confederation. If not for the unusually gusty weather outside, one would have found it uneventful. But even from his quiet corner of what had been the Frontier as he tried remembering Mozart’s brilliance, he knew the winds of change were coming. Or rather, they were always there.Strewn close to the piano were newspapers and video-graphs taken from the 70th Alpine Commemoration. Just a few days ago, the Nation reminded himself as he ke
A Quiet AnniversaryA Quiet Anniversary: Or, a Story from the Days of Empire, told through the Nations' EyesOutskirts of Linz, Austro-Hungarian Empire. 1892.Most respectable women would have found the notion of swordsmanship, let alone wielding a sword as a morning exercise to be unbecoming of their stature. Then again, Hungary mused as she parried nimbly against her sparring partner in a field shirt and trousers, being a proper lady never really appealed to her. It also helped that unlike most gentlemen, her husband not only consented to such moments but willingly chose to join the Nation in them.Most of the time, the Nation added with a playful smile as
Doomsday RE: A New Meeting for Old RivalsDoomsday RE: A New Meeting for Old RivalsA 1983 Doomsday Tale Through A Nation's Eyes.Along the old Bavarian Border Region. 1994.It was by no means the first time Austria paid a visit to the lands bordering his own blood-relatives. In another time, it would have been conventional, perhaps uneventful. But no matter how many times he tried convincing himself, nothing had been routine. Not anymore. This particular trip however seemed different. Indeed he had barely even changed from his field uniform when word came of it."Do you think it's another band of barbarians?" he asked the driver as their battered jeep moved closer towards the in
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