Realistic or Modern Second American Civil War

[Egzitwoond257]

The year is 2020, due to events in the United States and abroad, the once content and ignorant citizens of the superpower that is the United States have grown weary and angry with wars of aggression and media terror. Groups of these citizens have rallied, some bearing signs and slogans, others, sick of the government's bullshit have turned to arms. Some citizens work alone and some in groups, but resistance is strong and all different ideologies and solutions are being debated among them.


The DHS, Department of Homeland Security, has stepped up their militarism since the age of compliance. They roam the streets hunting rebels and so-called 'terrorists'. Their death squads execute innocent people in the streets. Suspects of collaboration with known rebel elements they say. Even with the wars with Iran and Russia, they carry more ammunition and more specialized weapons than the regular Army.


FEMA has a new job now, relocating and containing citizens and whole populations into internment camp. "For the good of all", they say, to keep civilians away from the warzones. These camps abuse our people and are held hostage and as leverage in negotiations.


And you? You could sit quietly while your brothers and sisters in arms die in the streets. Or. Or you could stand up for freedom and democracy. Fight for right. See you out there, and happy hunting.

 

[Egzitwoond257]

The Black Baron sat as his small camp in the woods just far enough outside town, in woods just dense enough. He munched on a captured MRE, and sighs, Every time I eat these I get blocked up like nothing else, you'd think they'd add a lil fiber into these. He thinks to himself as he flicks the packet of mints over his shoulder, it became a superstition after he observed that the DHSF soldiers never ate them either. He taps the spacebar on his keyboard, his video still uploading to RebelTube. He rolls his eyes and puts the meal down to clean his rifle, a Belgian FN FAL. He then cleaned all of his bullets, all four thousand rounds that he owned. Then he does something he hadn't done in weeks. He was bored.