Montana, 2032

[staggerlee]

In the mountains above Havre, those of you still in the cabin sometimes hear muffled explosions through the wind. Now and then stray tracer rounds bounce in curves above the valley rim, like from a big fire spitting long sparks.

[staggerlee]

[headquarters]

Filthy scum ! We will drive them from my lands..errr... I mean our lands!!!!

[staggerlee]

At the moment, it´s debatable who´s the filthiest - whose lands it is or will be remains to be determined..

[General Pain]

[staggerlee]

A tactical nuke.. the explosion seems impossibly loud as fire engulfs the entire valley. Blowing away solid structures like leaves in the autumn wind, the wind rushes back towards the point of the flash.

Your character mumbles in his sleep. Vivid dreams of unmatched power are suddenly and rudely interrupted by a squirrel jumping across your face while making its routine run on the nuts stored in the old couch.
It seemed so real - the running engine of your command vehicle rumbling as you called in that last run on your terrified and powerless enemies..

The squirrel seems unimpressed by your might, giving you a slightly curious look before scurrying away.