Anything involving the wastelands that had been Hungary. Including the Survivor-Nations that rose there and Hungary herself. (http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://althistory.wikia.com/wiki/Hungary_%281983:_Doomsday%29)
Doomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame Above by mdc01957, literature
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Doomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame Above
Doomsday RE: An Ocean of Flame Above
Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Dying Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere near the Sopron Frontier. 1985.
The Nation found it difficult to tell what time of day it was. Then again, she was no longer certain of the actual date. The dark clouds and smell of decay had long since obscured any semblance of a natural cycle. All around her was an eerie silence, broken only by dust-laden wind and the increasingly erratic beating of her own heart. There had been a time when she still heard with some frequency the sounds of refugees muddling along towards the same sanctuary she was struggling to reach. Then again, perhap
A Wonderful Time in the Wastes by mdc01957, literature
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A Wonderful Time in the Wastes
A Wonderful Time in the Wastes: Or, a 1983 Doomsday Tale Through the Survivor-Nations' Eyes
Outskirts of Linz. 2012.
The December chill seemed much colder than it normally was, which also meant more snow than usual. Not that Julia really cared right there and then as she watched the two Alpine siblings make their way to the car. Then again, it seemed so fitting for this time of year anyway. For a moment however, she was able to catch one more glimpse at the sleeping baby being carried by Switzerland. It still surprised her how much little Hans looked like both Aunt Lili and Uncle Vash. Even has the same frown too, the embodiment of Sopron t
The Vanishing Shadows: Chapter 2 by mdc01957, literature
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The Vanishing Shadows: Chapter 2
The Vanishing Shadows: A 1983: Doomsday Tale through Different Eyes.
Chapter 2
Somewhere in the Sopron Frontier. 2012.
Where could she be? Roderich Edelstein kept asking himself the same question as he looked over the aging map still laid out in front of him, several dark red marks scribbled all across the borders and towns. That these kidnappers managed to elude both the police and garrisons did not put the Nation or his people's safety at ease. But no matter how hard the Nation tried, he couldn't sense Julia. Neither in his land or anywhere else around the Alpine Confederation. Hearing brisk footsteps coming up from behind him, he turned
The Vanishing Shadows: Chapter 1 by mdc01957, literature
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The Vanishing Shadows: Chapter 1
The Vanishing Shadows: A 1983: Doomsday Tale through Different Eyes.
Chapter 1
Linz-Hörsching Airport. 2012.
It had been a particularly long and tiring, if uneventful flight. And as Jean Burnel stepped out of the renovated airport, he was glad to be back on solid ground. Air travel may have gotten better, but it still felt a bit unnerving to take to the skies again. Especially this far from the warm shores of his distant home. At least that's over with, the writer thought, taking in the Alpine air for a few moments. Looking around, he noticed a few signs for the upcoming Seleenwoche, with a couple of fake punpkins put in for good meas
Youth on the Plains: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Survivor-Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere outside Debrecen. 2000.
Today seems different, Janos thought quietly as he blocked another strike from his brother before attempting to land a blow at his right side, only to end up stumbling on the ground. It hurt definitely, but he was used to sweat and bruises like most boys his age. Then again, he wasn't like most boys nor as young as he pretended to be. But for some reason, something felt rather off. Like he's hiding something Just thinking about it only made him all the more confused even as he tried to sit up. What the heck is it?!
"I've
A Child of Hungary: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Tale through a Survivor-Nation's Eyes.
Somewhere in Sopron. 1989.
It seemed more tiring than usual, Julia thought as she sat by the window, coughing a little as she toyed around with a worn-out flute. Anything to keep her mind off from the nagging exhaustion, really. It must have been that trip to the nurse again. Or that hide-and-seek game with the other orphans. Or might have been that pack of rations from those soldiers. But then again, she knew better. At least I still had fun! she assured herself with a smile. With deft hands, she gingerly lifted the chipped off mouthpiece close to her.
Outside,
The Personal Records: A Classified Tale by mdc01957, literature
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The Personal Records: A Classified Tale
The Personal Records of an Alpine Officer: Or, A 1983 Doomsday Classified Tale though an Austrian's Eyes.
*click*
"Testing great, the blasted thing's still working. Over a decade in the field and still refusing to die, what are the odds? But I digress. Don't even know who else is gonna actually listen to all this! Guess it's out of habit I'm still doing this better get this out of the way, then.
*coughing noises*
"This is Col. Reinhard Utreich, 5th Austrian Militia Garrison, Sopron Frontier. I have been an officer of the Alpine Eastern Expeditionary Corps for the past 12 years and in command of First Group for 10. As of 0930 tod