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SHOOTING STARS | CONTINENTALS WAR | ARCERIUM RISING 11: Part II

By: Hoaseng Thao

PICKING UP THE PACE

The Coalition was able to take the Hoshiran capital by August, but their forces couldn’t go much further. They too were just as outstretched as the Great Terrans. That would change when news arrived that a large naval force had just landed on the shores of the Lunarian continent.

The Vaserians had just landed on Oprica.

The Vaserians took over the shores of occupied Oprica on August 15th. With most of the Jupitan occupiers being sent to fight in Sapan, the Vaserians were able to take over the entire country in a matter of days with little resistance. The Vaserian entrance to the war was a surprise to many, and there would be further surprises as the Vaserian military continued to land on the shores of occupied Lunarian states.

The 20th of August saw the Vaserian Mage Corps and the Marines landed on Casikee, successfully returning the capital back to its Casikan people as the roars of VF-6s shook the skies above. With the arrival of the Vaserians, the occupied nations of Lunaria rose up against the Jupitans, overwhelming them as the Vaserians trekked more and more into the continent.

August 23rd, the Vaserians finally made the push to join the Coalition and with it, guaranteed the Coalition the needed victory to end the war. With Vaseria now officially a part of the Coalition, other nation states from the Vaserian continents joined and with their entry, saw a flow of new troops from the Vaseria sent to every front of the war.

“Vaserian M2 Strucker tank during the Second Battle of Ulyse, Koldr c. June 9th, 1956”

By October of 1956, the war had completely changed, the Sapanese were able to retake its capital, and Koldr, the first to fall, regained its sovereignty, and the Jupitans were now fighting on the homefront. All that was needed to finally bring the world to peace again was something really big to happen, and that came with the arrival of shooting stars. Man made shooting stars.

SHOOTING STARS

In 1949, the Vaserian Federation, in secret, began the development of a new type of weapon that would harness the power of nuclear fission with arcerium to create an explosion never seen before. The weapon would be placed into a warhead, and transplanted onto newly developed intercontinental ballistic missiles for increased range.

In 1953, the first detonation of the weapon, now nicknamed as “Star” was conducted, an explosive yield of 10 million tons of TNT.

In 1954, ten stars were built and operational with more to follow.

In 1955, Anne Hall is advised by the Office of Secret Security (OSS) to not use the stars until they make land in Jupita.

November 5, 1956, Anne Hall is told by the OSS to use 10 of the 24 ICBMs at specific targets in Great Terra.

November 6, 1956, 10 stars were launched from their silos.

The following are the impacted targets:

Hellica, the capital of Jupita, was the first to be hit by the stars; it destroyed half of the city, and caught Emperor Treijon himself in the initial blast.

New Olapi City, Jupita

Veldpal, Epreau

Gunfang, Hoshira

Songfei, Hoshira

Sakunn, Jupita

Falei, Jupita

Lunbai, Epreau

Raikou, Epreau

Rinyan, Hoshira

THE NEW WORLD

On the eleventh hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month, in the capital city of the first nation to fall, was the signing of a treaty of peace between the Tectonic Coalition and Great Terra. The Treaty of Ulyse put an end to the deadliest war the world had ever seen, over 100 million souls were lost in eight years. Great Terra was no more, but the world before it came with it.

Jupita lost all of the territories it gained from the war, and had to pay reparations to the nations affected by its wrath. The Lunarian continent returned to peace as it was rebuilt with Vaserian loans.

In Kyusia, it was not Hoshira who saw the loss of land, but the Kingdom of Sapan. Princess Chiyo, now queen of Sapan, saw to reward her people, but more importantly, the ethnic minorities who remained loyal to the crown. Her reward was to allow them to choose to stay within the Sapanese realm, or be free.

January 12th, 1957, the Kingdom of Arcana was formed, and on the following day, the Republic of Otrya. It wouldn’t be until March 27th, for the final state to secede from the realm, that being the Kingdom of Kayusa.

“Map of western Kyusia c. 2047”

Eusona, following the war, was not a pleasant sight. Because of how far the technological gap was for Eusonan nations, many could not bear the weight of post-war clean up. In 1957, the Kalavian civil war (1957-1962) began when the socialist government refused to return back to a democracy, and it split the nation into two; the eastern half belonged to the People’s Republic of Kalavia while the west belonged to the Republic of Kalavia.

“Map of West and East Kalavia”

What remained of the Cazar Empire was split up into multiple nation states following its civil war that ended in the 70s, Eraki, Yuzakstan, Yusan, Baniera, Edeon, Eani, Kirstistan, and Xana.

The Kirston Empire, despite being victors of the war and liberators of the Valkyrie Peninsula, found itself with a destroyed nation. Millions of ethnic Nexens were wiped out at the hands of the Cazars. They were, for many generations, the backbone of Kirston society, and with their loss came the empire’s economic troubles.

In 1957, to cope with their economic struggles, the empire sold away parts of its territory as sovereign nations, Envoa and Litho. Although there was some peace for the Kirstons, the ambitions of many hardlined nationalists saw the nation at war again, this time as the invaders in The Grants War (1970-1973).

“An Envoan Special Forces operative posing for a camera crew during an extraction in the mountains of Kirsto, circa April 2nd, 1973.”

Vaseria soon cemented itself as one of few superpowers of the world with the use of its arcerium weapons, and soon enough the rest of the world appeared to have begun their own arcerium weapons program to compete for superpower status.

But the world was at relative peace now that the war, or the Continentals War as coined by the media, had ended, and that was all that mattered in the end.

WAR NEVER CHANGES BUT THE WORLD DOES

The start of the 21st century saw a Cold War begin between the Vaserian Federation and their PATO allies, against the Democratic Union of Kavara and their CDP puppet states. And in 2023, the Second Continentals War began between the two superpowers, but it ended as soon as it was declared, when the Arcerium Rising event occurred and a tense peace insured.

It is now 2049, the world is on the brink of total war between Vaseria and Kavara, and with the civil war in Arcasia becoming more worrisome, it is now up to the people of Earth to decide the fate of this world.

SHOOTING STARS | CONTINENTALS WAR | ARCERIUM RISING 11: Part I

By: Hoaseng Thao

LANDINGS ON OSTERA

July 5th, 1953, Coalition forces enacted Operation Lone Passage to invade Ostera through the Lapish channel, with a combined force of 150,000 strong. The Kirston airship Spirit of Eve is allowed to be used in the operation, using its ability to launch aircraft during flight to guarantee the Coalition air superiority over Ostera.

“Visual invasion of Ostera during Operation Lone Passage”

With the Coalition landing on the shores of Ostera, Emperor Treijon sends Army Group Aster, to reinforce the Osterans and halt the invasion in its tracks. Prior to the initial landings, the Coalition touched base with separatist groups in the region, who agreed to support their invasion if the Coalition guaranteed the independence of the Lapland regions. With their backing, the Coalition was able to move through the Lapland region with ease, allowing them to strike deep within Osteran territory.

By August 25th, Coalition forces were able to secure the southern coastline of Ostera, but the entry of Jupitan reinforcements led to the halt of their invasion. General Thor, the commander of the Jupitan invasion of Sapan, and the man in charge of Army Group Aster, was sent to the Osteran front to put an end to the Coalition invasion.

“Photo of a Kirston Soldier with their identification armband”

Fierce fighting between the seasoned Jupitan army and hardened Coalition forces ensued in the cities and forests of Ostera, but as the fighting prolonged into the winter of December, the seasoned Jupitan army began to show its cracks. After years of fighting, the Jupitans became overwhelmed by the extent of its forces, and the new front only caused it to stretch even further.

December 20, 1953, General Thor and his remaining army of 4,000 troops were encircled in the Silver Forest by an encircling Coalition force of 7,000, cutting them off from the nearest Terran stronghold in the region. When Treijon receives news of one of his greatest generals being encircled, he decides that it was time to reveal his newest weapon.

It was to be released on the night of the 24th of December.

SIDE BY SIDE

Gripping the stock of his rifle, the lone Jupitan marches alone in the darkness of the snow covered forest. His comrades had already passed not too long ago.

The sounds of distant gunfire are followed by a haunting roar that fills the forest. They were unlucky enough to encounter the beast of the forest.

Marching through the snow, the Jupitan halts in his tracks, looking back at the creeping darkness of the forest. His gaze met eye-to-eye with the creeping beast.

He closes his eyes as the beast lept from the snow, he tries as hard as he can to fetch a good memory before he can remember no more.

A quick snap of the rifle fells the beast to the snow. Opening his eyes, the Jupitan is met by a singular soldier, on their arm was the flag of Orbesjka. The two soldiers exchange looks, their uniforms may be different, but their goal of survival wasn’t.

The two trek through the forest together, hiding when the roars of another beast fill the night air and resting when needed. When the sun’s basking heat covered the forest, the two soldiers were found back to back against one another, sharing a sigh of relief as the horrors of the night faded away.

“A soldier’s sketch of the monster following the attack.” c.1953

MAN MADE HORRORS

Treijon green lights the use of a new chemical agent, spiritus, on the Coalition forces encircling General Thor. The chemical agent was designed to turn those affected by it into bloodthirsty monsters, by overstimulating the body with arsoulium.

Arsoulium is often used as a “miracle” drug to slow down the rate of cancer cells while giving its users quick access to their magic abilities, but it is dangerous in large doses. Individuals become unnaturally aggressive and aware of their surroundings, which would be exploited in Jupita’s new weapon.

On the night of December 24, 1953, Jupitan planes released spiritus over Coalition lines in the cover of a snowstorm to avoid the interception of Coalition aircrafts. However the harsh winds of the storm blew the chemical agent towards the encircled Jupitans, resulting in utter chaos on all sides.

The night turned into a bloody affair, as both Coalition and Jupitan forces banded together against their former friends and foes. When day broke, what remained of the two armies in the area were brittle, down to only a couple thousand. General Thor and what remained of his army retreated from the region, leaving only the Coalition being left to clean up the remaining monsters.

The use of such a weapon was horrific in nature, and caused a global outcry against Great Terra, but to Treijon, he saw it as a means to an end.

SIX YEARS OF WAR AND MORE TO COME

At the beginning of the war, it was Great Terra who were the victors of the battlefield, but now, after six years of constant warfare, it was the Tectonic Coalition that began to take their place.

On February 5, 1954, Coalition forces captured the Osteran capital city, Lindel, and established a provisional government as well as forming a Lapland republic on the following day. With the Osterans out of the way, the Coalition pushed eastward into the territories of Hoshira, besieging  its capital by June.

“The invasion of Hoshira visualized”

There was a small Coalition invasion of Epreau on the 2nd of May, the Molivians invaded to capture the Epreaun capital, Svarn City. This however was partially successful, the Molivians did take a lot of ground leading up to the capital, and were even able to take some sections of the city, but it all stagnated when both sides limited the use of artillery and aircraft in fear of civilian casualties.

But on the bright side for the Great Terrans, the Jupitan Fall Offensive was successful in taking back the western coastline of Sapan, but this however was a double edged sword. The offensive cost them tons of vehicles, ammunition, and supplies that they couldn’t replenish, but Great Terra knew that the Coalition was also in the same predicament.

“The Fall Offensive”

The Great Terrans were on borrowed time, and that time was going to become way shorter due to a situation happening beyond the Pacific. 1954 was not only an important year of the war, but a very important one for a specific nation, the Vaserian Federation, due to it being election year.

THE NATION ACROSS THE POND

When the war first began, many Vaserians pondered on whether the Vaseria needed to intervene in a conflict so far away, but this has since gone away when Great Terra invaded the neutral states of the Eusonan continent, with many seeing it more of a reason to intervene before it comes close to home.

1954, was the election year for Vaseria, and the war across the pond became a hot issue for its candidates. There were two major candidates on the ballot, Anne Hall, a former decorated officer of the Vaserian Mage Corps during the Great Vaserian War and prominent supporter of the Tectonic Coalition, and Mariane Thoa, an actor turned politician who wanted to keep Vaseria’s ambitions within its borders.

When the votes were accounted for on November 10th, it would appear that Anne Hall had won the election with 56.4% of the votes, which was a huge victory for the Coalition as they now had the industrial powerhouse soon to be on their side, but this win would only embolden the already demoralized Jupitans.

January 30th, 1955, a date which will live in infamy. The Vaserian Federation was suddenly and deliberately attacked by chemical weapons, created by the terror state of Great Terra. The capital city, Sukuyo, and the newly elected queen was the target of these attacks, and although the queen did survive, it left the nation scarred and shying away from matters on the war. Or so it would seem.

Issues multiracial people deal with

By: Siri David

Poem written by the author

As a sophomore at Highland all students are required to take critical ethnic studies. There is a semester project we do where we have to find a topic with local significance and share our knowledge about the topic and an action plan of how we’re going to get the information out into our community.

For my project, I wrote a poem about being multiracial and how society sets up these stereotypes that create insecurities and mental health issues for multiracial people all over the United States. This is a topic that is really important to me because I am multiracial and for the longest time this was something I was insecure about, so I wanted to bring more light to the topic.

Over the whole semester I have been researching the history of multiracial people. Multiracial people first came to be when European settlers would take Native women as companions, and once settlement increased, marriages and unions between European settlers and Natives became more common. For a long time multiracial marriages were illegal in the United States though. In 1967, the bill Loving V. Virginia was passed which allowed interracial marriage all over the nation.

Along with learning about history I also learned about the current issues that multiracial people struggle with. There are many stereotypes and issues set around multiracial people and these cause a lot of mental health issues. A lot of people imply the idea that multiracial people don’t belong anywhere since they aren’t 100% of a specific racial group. This leads multiracial people to struggle with their identity a lot. The mental illness that is related to this is called imposter syndrome. This is just one example of the effects from the negative ideas people create around multiracial people.

For my poem, I chose to write it about the current issues and not the history of the topic. I wanted to really show how multiracial people feel and the raw emotions that come with it. I also wanted to show how these ideas and ideas around putting people into “groups” start when we are so young. In my poem I don’t state that I am talking about multiracial people because I wanted people to have to think about it. I want them to think about who they think is affected in our society like this. After they read the poem there is context behind it that is shared. For example this article.

How to Become Extremely Wealthy and Powerful in Just a Few Easy Steps

By: Daniel Kendle

(This is a satirical article, and is meant to be read like a YouTube video).

What’s crackin’ guys, it’s me, millionaire YouTube sensation MrYeast back again in another banger of a video! Over the years, after witnessing my vast amount of riches, many fans of mine have asked the same question: “MrYeast, what happened to those orphans you sent to that spacecraft testing facility?” Now, normally I say something to the effect of ‘hard work and integrity’ being key in financial prosperity, but it seems that my former advice has fallen on deaf ears – and I want to change that.

Guys, in today’s video I intend to help all of you at home to become insanely rich and powerful, all in a few easy steps. Curated with help from my brokers at Wall Street, this guide will teach all you guys the secrets of my life, and how I’ve gotten to where I am today. By the end of this, you should be equipped with all the tools you need to become the strongest foe in your local banking system. After all, rich millionaires to the middle class are what powerful warlords were to literal mud hundreds of years ago in the Middle Ages.

But with that intro out of the way, guys, prepare to have your life changed forever.

. . .

As any millionaire knows, gaining a plethora of money and gold requires support from others. Yes, even in our society’s cut-throat world of economics, the most fundamental step of beginning an empire of wealth relies on the help of those around you.

(Snickers) Oh, you guys thought I was talking about family? Fat chance scrubs, none of that sissy talk is permitted around here. I absorbed my brother in the womb; felt like bliss doing so too.

No, I’m not talking about your friends and family for support. Nor am I talking about “friendly” relations with others leading to the high life. Rather, let’s just say I’m sweet on more totalitarian practices.

Since I’m writing this in a school newspaper in order to appeal to the child demographic, I can’t exactly be very specific about what I’m referring to. But in ease of tongue, you might want to approach people to join your financial team, um, forcefully. Threatening others with mortal harm is often a sure-fire way to gain employees, and, as it happens, boost office morale. It’s seldom pretty, and often a bit cruel, but it serves the middle class right for being within my general vicinity. My oxygen is laced with a gaseous platinum mixture, after all.

Guys, if you’re struggling to find people, just do what I’m doing right now: advertise to kids! These little sprouts of frenzy and frivolous inconvenience make for a rapid force for future plans of yours, especially for gathering resources if you spec into industrial manufacturing. Remember the golden rule, guys: ‘you can’t say the word “minor” without saying “miner.”

Of course, some may think of child labor as immoral, and a few elitists may even call it illegal! I sympathize with these folk, but at the end of the day, the American Dream was never realized through plights of kindness and empathy. Nay: cold, hard cash comes through determination to the end…no matter the casualties lost in the process.

Still though, guys, make sure you pay your employees well: being a good person isn’t fun, as I’ve said, but maybe a bit of compassion for others is… alright, I suppose. 🙂

To end this section, you might still be confused on how exactly you go about finding new employees. Here’s my method, with an example. Recently, the boys and I were out on a small road trip when we encountered a weird man walking alongside the road. He was strange: had antlers, talked to himself about some game, and kept pantomiming himself smelling non-existent flowers. What a nut! So when he was distracted miming again, we lassoed him and tied him up in our van, brought him to our factory in the woods, and currently have him locked in an experimenting chamber. It’s that simple, folks – just fetch a carriage and circle around neighborhoods at night. Easy-peasy!

Now that you’ve got a small battalion of adults and kids alike under your wrath, it’s time to invest in getting those big, big bucks! Grab your army, head off into an undisclosed location in the woods, and let’s begin the money-making process.

To find the perfect starter industry to dive into, let’s review the obvious: people all over the world like different things, but some things, like food, cars, and clothes are indispensable for daily life. Thus, picking 1 of the 3 is preferred. For ease, I’ll pick cars for today’s article.

Now that you’ve found an industry, go out and hit the books! It’s likely you don’t know how to make a car (if you do, then great!), so mosey on down to your local library and go rent some ‘Mighty Machines’ DVDs. That, and maybe nab a $1,000,000,000 loan. We’ve a factory to construct!

It’ll probably take a while to make a giant building with your army, especially since the woods is prone to bears, who enjoy plagiarism (I’ve had much experience with bears in the past, don’t worry). Don’t fret, young grasshopper: after multiple years of toiling away at this building, you’ll finally have a completed car factory – or, whatever essential product you’ve chosen to mass produce. Remember: Rome may not have been built in a day, but then again, the Roman Empire walked so you could run.

Luckily, building a forested mill was the hardest part of this venture: making cars is the easy bit. After concluding my studies, I’ve found that attaching 4 tires to a log, then spray-painting it metallic gray will trick anyone into thinking it’s a Tesla. I mean, wood carving a car’s never been easier since the introduction of the Cybertruck: simply cut jagged lines willy-nilly into the wood. Simplistic modern design’s already caused the art world’s current apocalypse; the automobile market might as well suffer too.

With your car crusade underway, expansion is inevitable. Want to make more cars? Easy: trees are all around you. Want to invest in different fields of merchandise? Build off of what you’ve done so far, use intuition to predict the future economy’s rises and slopes, and follow accordingly. You’ve established a big-boy big-girl industrial cult; nothing’s gonna keep you from stopping here.

Finally, we must address the elephant in the room: what if your workforce revolts, becoming tired of your sadistic ways? I mean, murder’s fun, but after a while you need better fuel sources than the bodies of the darned for a good reason: it smells bad! Also it’s, like, a felony, or whatever.

Thankfully, I’ve got you covered again. Creating a new societal structure and/or religion is a headache for most, but I’ve taken on the burden already and devised my own in preparation for you newbies. For the short version, it’s generally agreed that the state (you) should have complete control over your subjects, even though they remain free individuals who can decide things on their own time. All should be equal, with none having power over the other. The exception is you, since your army should see you as more of a divine vigil than mortal. You are able to sell cars made out of wood, now.

Another important part of your society should be the suppression of outside forces. This includes both physical media and objects, as well as, more-importantly, people and their ideologies against your new civilization. If you want your subjects and loyalists to remain, erm, loyal, then snuff out negative ideas of change and revolt. The devotion to the state is KEY in your control over others. This connects to your economy as well: no outside currencies may enter your settlement, as to not persuade the masses to leave.

A lot of what I’ve been stating has been very anti-communication. Communication, or lack thereof, is what’ll drive your society forward into technological advancement. Making sure your empire is cut off from the rest of the world is what ensures the flow of money, and the commitment of the public. Thus, I’ve decided to coin this novel political movement “Communism.”

Use these fundamentals alongside brute force, and your empire is set for further success.

. . .

…aaand I think that’ll do it, guys! This is merely a “starter kit” for capitalist propaganda, but through the emancipation of the innocent, Communist ideologies, and maybe some wooden Teslas, you’ll be off to the races – the Arms races. Who knows, guys – maybe you’ll be the ones to invent the world’s first nuclear missiles made of, I dunno, silt, or something.

If you continue down this path I’ve laid out, outer space is inevitable. Why commit to conquering 1 planet when you could do more? Your empire’s set up for global submission; the world’s at your knees (really, I’m just glad someone’s finally gonna make bears go extinct…).

But guys, I think that’ll be it for today’s rad-tastic video. I hope you have a wonderful time letting the United Nations grovel at your feet. With control over the global automobile industry handled, soon another market will be yours to rule – the entire human population. Remember to like, subscribe, and share, and I’ll catch you in the next video, where I plan on using critically-endangered Snow Leopard fur as new packaging material for my “Yeastables” candy bars whilst juggling jars of human phlegm. Later, internet!

MEET ME UNDER THE COTTONWOOD

By: Charlotte Bistodeau

Image created with Gencraft

*Warning: this story contains, depictions of violence, including suicide, and some vulgar language.

I had to hurry if I wanted to make it.

I stumbled down the street watching as the sun began to rise, just peeking over the overgrown forest, trying my hardest to go the slightest bit faster than a saunter, but I was tired from running. Not only that, the pain in my arm kept violently shooting throughout my body, making me wince each time. I could feel the bite’s poison slowly move through my veins. Hot and burning, it was creeping up to my elbow. Once it reached my heart, it would kill me. I should’ve been more careful. I was too cocky. Walkers are slow, but strong, so when I tried to push a walker twice my size off me, the walker unsurprisingly overpowered me and tore a grotesque chunk of flesh from my arm. I could barely grab my knife in time. If I hadn’t, I would’ve been turned by now. But I couldn’t let that happen. That’s why I was rushing. Trying my very hardest to get to the only place worth something before I turned. I wouldn’t allow myself to turn. I couldn’t become one of them. That was my only fear, to die and turn, then to kill and kill and kill, until I spread this curse to someone else. It was disgusting. I hated the people who were too cowardly to put down the turned. It was disgraceful to watch as a cannibalistic beast took over their bodies. I couldn’t do that to myself. So I decided to go to the only place that reminded me of a better time, before the world went to shit. A place where a smile was an everyday occurrence. Where nothing could shatter our hopes and dreams. The place I met him.

That place lay nearby; three miles, to be exact. For a slow and sickly human it felt like 20. I kept on walking, hoping I would make it before my body gave up. Just then, as I looked up, I saw it. The place I was searching for. I hadn’t noticed how close I had gotten because I was too busy trying to keep myself from being overcome by pain.

 It also didn’t help that as far as I could see there were trees. Only the road, cracked and crumbling, was an exception to the surrounding greenery. Yet, the place I was searching for was intact. The high school.

Five years ago I was here; though it seemed abandoned for at least fifteen. Standing in front of the building, I could tell it had been unkempt for years. Much like most buildings now, the concrete that covered the building was cracking. The trees surrounding were so overgrown that the shrubs underneath looked frail and pathetic from not getting enough sunlight. The building itself was the same as any other, dull, square, and beige, but now looked alive with ivy and moss. But the building wasn’t where I wanted to go, it was the garden.

The garden was located behind the school, so I mustered all my strength to make my way there. As I arrived at the far end of the school, I was shocked to see a field once plain and bare, brimming with flowers nestled within the surrounding forest. And, in the middle of the field, was a giant cottonwood tree on a small hill. The cottonwood was in full bloom, letting its seeds gracefully drift to the ground, making it look like freshly fallen snow. It was beautiful.

I let myself slowly stagger through the field, adorned with daisies and tulips, taking each step with deliberate care. I cared more for those flowers than anything in a long time. I couldn’t bear to break them. I could see him standing there in the field, smiling at me as he plucked the prettiest flower he could find. My heart hurt. I kept taking slow steps, searching for a fleeting memory, one where we were together. As I stepped underneath the cottonwood, I felt the warmth of the sun shining through the branches, making it feel as though he was there with me. Holding me. We promised to be together forever, but that was nothing but a dream.

It was the day he told me he loved me. It was the day he took my hands and smiled. It was the day I ran. I ran away with him. Running as fast as we could, away from the screams. We ran for years. Then he left. He grabbed my hands and smiled at me. All I could see was him. Yet in an instant, it all vanished as his lifeless body slumped to the ground. He was beautiful and so was his death. I chose to bury him beneath the cottonwood tree that we cherished so dearly. Now, flowers grow where he lay, where I long to lay.

I could feel the poison seeping deeper and deeper. I slumped against the tree, sliding down the rough bark, my dress getting caught on each crack. Sitting beneath the cottonwood, in snow that felt like clouds, on a hill amidst a field, with the sun gently touching my face, I couldn’t help but think there was no better place. I reached into my dress pocket and found the cold, hard piece of steel, fumbling the loose bullets. I struggled to lift it up beneath my jaw, aiming it toward my brain. I knew I was on the brink of turning, but that thought didn’t bother me. I could only find myself thinking of him. His warmth brought a smile to my face. I closed my eyes, embracing his warmth, filling me with peace. Then, as I felt a tear roll down my cheek, I took one final breath and pulled the trigger.

THE ARCERIUM ERA | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 10

By: Hoaseng Thao

THE TABLES HAVE TURNED

Starting January 15, 1951, the Kirston army made their counter offensive against the Cazars and the newly arrived Kirston expeditionary forces. The attack was successful, not because of the reorganization of forces in the mountains, but the introduction of a new weapon, the aerial carrier, KIAF Spirit of Eve, the world’s first operational aerial carrier.

The KIAF Spirit of Eve, was a revolutionary weapon that turned the tide of the war, it launched jets from a runway on the top and fired cannons from the bottom, and it was able to do this with its powerful arcerium reactor.

The aircraft had been built in collaboration with the Kirston government and the defense manufacturer, Shinka Industries, the premier defense manufacturer from the Vaserian Federation.

With this new weapon it was able to seize control over the skies of Kirsto, allowing the army to advance without worrying of enemy close air support. The Terrans retreated back into Cazar or occupied Icana by the end of January, the Kirston army was able to take back their country, and in their success was the hope of turning the war in favor of a Coalition victory.

REVITALIZED WAR

With the Terrans defeated in Kirsto, many Eusonan nations joined the war, such as the Orbesjkan Empire and the Holstaid dynasty, with the latter taking the opportunity to invade Cazar on March 10. With the Terrans driven out of Kirsto, Coalition forces in Kyusia seized the moment to enact their greatest feat of the war up to that point.

Coalition forces began their advance to regain control of Sapan on the 12th of July, codenamed “Cherry Landing”. The operation was to airdrop troops behind enemy lines, sabotaging logistical lines and preventing enemy reinforcements from reaching the advancing Coalition forces.

The fiercest fighting of the war began on that fateful day, but it was very well needed as the Coalition began to sweep through the southern plains of Sapan and even reaching to the western coastline. Their successes had to end at one point, and it ended as soon as they reached the mountains of Sapan that blocked the southern plains from reaching the north.

Many attempts were made to breach the mountains, few were successful, but most ended in disaster. The operation would end in early October, and despite suffering more losses than the Terrans, the Coalition were successful in regaining control of southern Sapan.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Happening around the same time was the invasion of Cazar on September 3rd. While having a large army of over ten million strong, the Cazars would have the majority stationed too far from home, and combined with the Kirstons new aerial warship and the entry of Orbesjka and Holstaid, the home guard of Cazar could barely fight the fight on its own.

The Cazars surrendered to the Coalition in large numbers, ranging from a hundred to ten thousand surrendering troops. But those who pleaded for mercy from the arriving Kirstons found none. It was ruthless, it was bloody, but it was undoubtedly revenge in its extreme form.

Sana, the capital of the Cazar Empire that for centuries held up the foundations of the aging empire, was burnt down on January 22, 1952. Had the advancing Orbesjkans and Hostaidi’s been there a few days earlier, they would have spared the city from the revenge of the Kirstons.

In the fall of their capital, many regions within the vast empire declared their independence and were willing to fight to keep it. Soon the entire empire was engulfed in chaos, with the coalition unwilling to spend more resources to quell the rebelling states across the now destroyed empire. The Cazar Civil War has begun, leading to decades of conflict.

As the Cazars left the conflict for good, Coalition forces in Eusona eyed the Valkyrie Peninsula and the occupying Osteran forces stationed there. If they were successful in retaking the peninsula, they would be able to launch an invasion of Ostera through the Lapish Channel and force the Great Terra to relieve their forces in Sapan to avoid a Coalition steamroll in Ostera.

A complete reversal of Cazar’s invasion of the Valkyrie Peninsula began on the 10th of June, 1952, with Coalition forces pushing the Osterans out of the peninsula by the end of September. The newly formed People’s Republic of Kalavia, which was created by Great Terra in the Coalition surrender the year before, quickly aligned themselves with the Coalition and turned its back on its creators.

TREIJON HAS GONE ILL

With the Valkyrie Peninsula returning to the Coalition, the Jupitan Premier, Alek Treijon, and the mastermind of the whole war and leading figure of Great Terra, cracked from the weight of it all. He slowly grew paranoid with power, and feared that his own generals were after him or worse, losing control of the Great Terra he created.

To avoid the many scenarios he created in his head, Treijon would secretly purge military officers, politicians, or anyone with a resemblance of power within Great Terra to labor camps or execution. December 12, 1952, Treijon announces himself as eternal emperor of Great Terra, hoping to guide it long after his passing.

As the summer of 1953 came along, Emperor Treijon was informed by his generals that his new weapon was finished and operational, all that was needed was his approval for it to be used on the battlefield.

WORLD IN FLAMES | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 9

By: Hoaseng Thao

THE NEXENS OF GREAT TERRA

Nexens, or Homo Nexums, evolved from Humans like many other races, however unlike most of them that evolved to have animalistic body parts, Nexums retained nearly 99% of Human traits with the exception of being naturally taller with the average healthy Nexen growing up to, or even over, seven feet tall.

Their lack of animalistic traits and unusually tall stature, made the Nexens visually inferior to other humanoid races, who believed them to be a mistake in human evolution and were not worthy of having special traits like themselves. Because of this, Nexens were often forced into slavery, with them being the main labor force for Great Terra. That was until 32 BH.

In 32 BH, the slavery of Nexens in Great Terra gave birth to a Nexen boy in Triaag, a mining town for slaves. Growing up, the boy learned to read and write from the few books he stole, where he learned what life of being free was like, or at least from what few words he understood.

But when Great Terra’s economy collapsed in 16 BH and the empires within started to show their cracks, the boy seized the opportunity and fled from the small town, to embark on a journey across the world.

His journey across the known world as a Nexen on the run, would see the start of his radical ideas of a new world, one where freedom, liberty, and justice was the norm for all beings. By the time the Revolutionary War started in 18 BH, the boy, amongst the low ranks of the revolutionary army, stood above his fellow soldiers and preached his ideas of a new world.

His words enlightened those who listened, and they too would spread his words. As the Revolutionary War continued, the boy grew to become a prominent figure amongst the revolutionaries; historians still don’t know his real name but he is known by his moniker, Hero.

THE CONTINENT OF EUSONA

“Map of the Eusonan Continent, c. 1949”

After the failed Terran September offensive of 1949, Great Terra realized that they could not break Coalition forces in Kyusia. So their focus turned to Eusona, a continent known for its abundant arcerium fields, but one that had fallen behind most of the world in technology.

“Tectonic Coalition propaganda, c.1949”

Most Eusonan nations at the beginning of the 20th century, especially those in the south and east, lacked the industrial power to exploit its abundant arcerium fields. Many countries still relied on horse drawn carriages to travel from place to place, despite the car being made in the dawn of the century. But the few Eusonan nations that had the industry to exploit the abundant amounts of arcerium, became the dominant powers on the continent.

The wealth sustained by arcerium guaranteed the lucky few nations to rapidly modernize, such as the case of the Kirston Empire, who by the time of the war, had the largest arcerium deposit on the continent.

“Great Terran Propaganda, c.1949”

THE START OF THE EUSONAN THEATER

January 15th, 1950, The Cazar Empire invades Kirsto with an army of 500,000 strong. For the past eight months, the Cazars had steadily mobilized their army to the Kirston border without detection. The Cazars overwhelmed the unprepared Kirston army, and within four days, they had already conquered the Kirston capital, Eve. The Kirston army retreated to the Grai mountain range, a strategic range that is home to the tallest mountain in the world, Mount Torrest at around 32,000 feet tall.

With two thirds of their country under occupation by March 12th, and their abundant arcerium fields in the north now under Terran control, Kirsto’s civilian population found themselves the target of Cazar’s wrath.

At first the occupation plan was to relocate the civilian population from the country to central Cazar where they would be put into refugee camps, but when they discovered that most Kirstons in occupied territories were Nexens, the plans changed. The Cazars would still relocate Kirstons, but with the exception of those who were of Nexen origin.

Believing that the inferior Nexen race was the cause for the downfall of Great Terra in the past and for their part in the creation of the “false” Hero, the Cazars in their fit for glory, rounded up the Nexens population en masse, prolonging them to harsh conditions for days before executing them. The numbers vary, but historians believe over 9 million Nexens were killed. A new word would sprout from this mass murder campaign, they call it genocide.

“‘A Nexen painted Red’ by Jon Reese, c.1960. Was once believed to be destroyed in a bombing during The Grants War”

THE WRATH OF GREAT TERRA

As refugees from Kirsto fled into neighboring nations, they brought with them tales of the horrors committed by the Cazars, their illegal removal of Kirston natives and their mass executions of Nexens would only spread fear across the continent.

Before the Coalition could even respond to the invasion of Kirsto, the Cazars in an ambitious operation, invaded its way to Coalition member states on the Valkyrie peninsula. Countries like Icana and Polka fell to Cazar within the first week of April, as their armies were no match to Cazars due to the large technological gap between them.

Coalition member states on the Valkyrie peninsula, Pavlovia, Luxona and Kalavia, panicked as not only was Cazar already within Luxonan territory, but another Great Terran state, The Osteran Socialist Union, was now invading through the Lapish Channel and were now threatening to take Luxona’s capital.

The quick advancements of Great Terra in April saw the Coalition states in Eusona caught off guard, and by June 2nd, the peninsula was cut in half as Cazar and Osteran forces met one another at the Battle for Tattburg.

Although being important Coalition member states, the Coalition did not have the logistical capabilities to send troops and supplies to support their allies in Eusona, as Great Terran states such as Epreau and Hoshira, controlled the Krinian ocean with their superior fleets. With no support, the Coalition in Eusona had only one choice to protect their people.

August 20th, 1950, the Federal Republic of Luxona, the Kingdom of Pavlovia, and the Grand Duchy of Kalavia, issued their terms of surrender to Great Terra, which was accepted immediately. The Coalition was hit with their worst loss of the war, as they now lost three of their founding members to Great Terra. It appeared that soon enough the war was going to be a Great Terran victory.

Prince of the Swallowed Kingdom

By: Charlotte Bistodeau

Once upon a time there was a prince, an o so beautiful prince, whose long hair shone as bright as the stars. But though he shone bright, his heart was rotten. Rotten and brown with greed and desire. He would steal from the poor and give to the rich. He would punish the innocent and free the guilty. But he cared not, for his father was the king, and he was the prince. No one dared to stop him. Until one fateful day, an old lady visited the prince’s castle. And as she walked down the corridors decorated with gold and gemstones, she was plagued with anger for all of those jewels he had not earned, but stole from the beggarly. There, she was let into the throne room where the prince sat haughty in his chair, looking down on her as if she were a mere roach.

”Speak old hag! You should feel lucky I have even let your eyes wander upon me, so speak!” 

“I only wish for you to give back what you have taken…”

”Taken?! What is this you speak of? All I have is what I worked for! I am not like you, who sits and does nothing but complain, you peasants are all the same,”

The words the prince spoke had angered her. And as her anger turned to rage the skies started to rumble, being overtaken by the dark clouds of wrath. The winds howled and blew throughout the castle into the throne room making all of the candles that lit the room go out. 

In the silence the prince saw nothing but dark, his guards nowhere to be found. Only a faint voice so dull and somber that one would think it was the whisper of the wind. 

“You pitiful prince,” The whisper started, “Your greed and insolence will turn this kingdom to ruin,” The wind had stopped, “So I shall give you a gift, a gift that lets you take and take and take without getting full.”

”You- YOU FOOLISH WENCH! HOW DARE YOU LOOK DOWN UPON ME!? I SHALL-“ he stopped as he heard the sound of the old lady laugh. She was laughing and laughing and as she laughed he had realized that he was no longer in his castle, but somewhere in a different realm. 

“YOU WITCH, TAKE ME BACK TO MY CASTLE!!”

”My poor prince, that castle was never yours to begin with.” 

Suddenly the prince’s vision began to haze over as a smoke thick like poison, filled the room making him slump to the ground. Then the witch spoke for the last time.

”Goodbye my fair prince, for when tomorrow comes, you shall wake-up to find yourself cursed by this old hag.”

Daybreak had come and awakened the prince from his slumber. He looked around scared to find a trace of the previous day, but there was none. He must have only dreamed it.

“My prince!” a servant cried as the throne room doors creaked open, “What are you doing in here? The king wants to see you in the dining hall for breakfast! Immediately!”

So the prince made his way to the dining hall, his stomach growling as if he hadn’t eaten for days. And having finally made it to the dining hall, he looked across a table filled with all kinds of foods. Each and every food making him drool and stare, as in a daze.

“My fine boy, does the food look so good to have bewitched you?”

The prince responds, “Ah, I believe I’m just a little hungry as I fell asleep before dinner.”

Then the prince sat down and began to eat. He took one bite, then another bite, then another bite, then another. To the king’s horror, he looked up to find the prince had started to eat up every single dish on the table, as if he were a ravenous animal.

“My son, what is this nonsense? Are you that of a beast!?” the king cried.

“No, father! I don’t know what came over me! And it’s not as though we can’t get more…”

“You fool! This is not about more, you selfish swine! I refuse to have such a beast in my house! You have done far more than enough, you don’t even know the half of what I’ve had to cover for you, do you!?” The king was furious, “I hereby banish you to the kingdom in the woods! Until you get your act together and make up for your sins, you are no longer my son!” So the prince was sent to the woods, to rule over its kingdom. Cursing and scowling the whole way there, understanding just then that yesterday’s feat was not just a mere dream.

When the people of the woods heard the coming of a new ruler, all they could do was hope he would bring prosperity to their cursed lands. But when the prince finally set foot in his new kingdom, all he could think about was the pain from his abdomen that shrouded his thoughts with agony. He was hungry again. It had only been a couple hours since his last meal, but he knew what his very first order of the kingdom would be. He ordered all the people of the woods to hand over all of their food and crops, and in return he promised to give them enough food to last them a thousand years. They believed this as they had nothing left to lose, but they realized their mistake when they heard the prince had eaten all of their crops in one sitting. 

“Such horror,” the farmer said.

“What beast is he,” the knights all sang.

”How could the king leave us to such a glutton,” all the people cried.

But the prince was still hungry. He then ordered for all the animals to be sent to him, slaughtered and cooked. 

“Such vile behavior,” the people all thought, but could not betray him as they were still hoping the prince might keep his promise to them.

Soon after eating all his people’s delectable livestock, the prince thought about the things that might fill him up other than food. He came to a conclusion and ordered for all of the jewels and gold to be stripped from his new castle walls. The people of the woods saw him as crazy, but did as he asked as they were afraid what he would do if they betrayed him. 

“Such divine jewels,” the prince drooled. He ate the whole pile and finally, no, he was still hungry.

This made him angry. The hunger he had tried to stop, that ravaged inside him, felt as though it would eat him alive. 

“BRING ME THE POOR AND THE FILTHY! NO! BRING ME ALL THE PEOPLE OF THIS KINGDOM!” He finally screamed, “I will do anything to satisfy my hunger.”

All of the prince’s servants were now terrified. What did the prince plan to do with the filth of his newfound kingdom they wondered. As his royal subjects began to pour into the castle, the prince’s hunger worsened. Scraping and tearing as if trying to rip him open from the inside out. 

“Hah…, Well, come into my dining hall,” he declared, “I told you I would have you for a royal feast, didn’t I?” 

His people didn’t know what to think about the sight they let their eyes upon. A long table filled with thousands of dishes, at least a couple helpings for each of them once over. But as the dining hall doors shut behind them, so did any chance of their escape. It was said that the screams of terror from inside those halls could be heard from two kingdoms away. A truly horrid sound.

But that was not the end of the prince. Wandering the empty corridors of an o-so empty kingdom, looking at the empty walls where gold and gemstones once adorned each and every wall, he realized the witch had gotten what she wanted. So he sat down on his brand new throne, thinking. He still had not yet satisfied his hunger. In fact, the hunger had gotten worse, as if everything he had eaten made the pain grow. Then he realized something. That the scraping and tearing was not just a feeling, but it was his stomach eating away at his very own flesh. He hated the feeling, but weak in his famished state, could only look upon the empty throne room, cursing the witch for bringing him to such a desolate place.

THE RISE OF GREAT TERRA | CONTINENTALS WAR: ARCERIUM RISING 8

By: Hoaseng Thao

PROLOGUE

On the early dusk of August 29th, 1948, General Calor Thor, age 31, of the Jupitan Imperial Army and commander of Army Group Caster, stood on the tarmac of a makeshift airfield and stared at the sky. His gaze on the starry skies kept still until the sounds of roaring fighter jets slowly approached the runway that his gaze finally returned down to the ground. The invasion of Sapan lies in his hands, and failure is not an option.

TROUBLED TIMES IN SAPAN

“Map of the Kingdom of Sapan, c.1942”
”Flag of the Kingdom of Sapan”

The Kingdom of Sapan resides on the Kyusian continent, and for most of its history, was the strongest nation on the planet. That was until the Great Vaserian War of 1920, when their invasion of the Vaserian Federation led to a devastating four year war that cost the lives of over three million Sapanese soldiers, and a resounding victory for Vaseria.

Three million young men and women died overseas in a failed invasion, an entire generation was lost, and those who lost loved ones blamed the war hungry government. In 1926, King Genta III, who had started the war, was forced to abdicate the throne when it appeared that the entire country was rioting against him.

On November 20th, 1940, the king’s nephew, Lord Daiki, was crowned king due to his vocal support against the war with Vaseria. His policies as king saw the nation turn away from its militaristic past in favor of improving the lives of its people, however he would pass away three years in his reign before he could fully implement his policies.

King Daiki’s brother, Lord Jiro, was crowned the next king of Sapan, but his rule led to rampant corruption within his government and a rise of independence movements by many ethnic groups in the far east and south, who felt that his rule was the final straw of staying under Sapanese rule.

OPERATION FORWARD HIKE

With the help of corrupt Sapanese officials, Great Terran forces were able plan an invasion of Sapan, with the main force invading from the northern coastline to make a mad dash to the capital, Nozomi, while the Hoshiran army would invade from their shared border to liberate the ethnic groups in eastern Sapan.

Under the command of General Thor, Over 50,000 soldiers were airdropped on the Sapanese northern plains and another 50,000 landed via the Ara Sea on August 29th, 1948. Their mission was to quickly reach the Sapanese capital, Nozomi, and occupy important government buildings and install a pro-Terran government with the help of corrupt military officials.

Despite having the advantage, General Thor cautiously moved his forces, but many of his field officers refused his orders in order to claim the glory of taking the Sapanese capital. Those who stood by Thor’s orders were lucky, as the ambitious officers were soon wiped out by the supposed “corrupt” Sapanese army.

The supposedly corrupt Sapanese army they had confronted in their invasion was being led by the king’s daughter, Princess Chiyo. Prior to the invasion, The princess, as well as members of the Ministry of Defense, learned of the Terran invasion plot after receiving coded messages from a mole within Jupita’s high command, and quickly formed a force of 100,000 loyal followers to combat the invasion.

Fierce fighting began as the sun broke the horizon. When news broke out about the invasions from the north and east, thousands armed themselves to combat the invaders. In the east, the Hoshiran armies met fierce resistance by the ethnic groups they were supposed to be “liberating”. Despite being under Sapanese rule for centuries, these groups were still loyal to the crown or at least the ever more heroic Princess.

Upon hearing that the invasion of Sapan started, the King tried to flee the royal palace but was immediately reprimanded by the Princess and the Royal Guard, and forced him to abdicate the throne in favor of putting the Princess in charge. The princess immediately called upon full mobilization of the Army, and by September 3rd, the army was fully mobilized and ready to combat the invaders.

The Terrans, despite not achieving their goal of capturing the capital, quickly gained land during the Sapanese mobilization, taking most of the northern coastline as well as the Otryan peninsula in the far east. By September 10th, the entire eastern regions of Sapan capitulated to the Terrans, but there were still many waging guerilla campaigns against the Terrans.

On September 13th, Coalition forces were allowed to enter Sapan, over 300,000 Coalition troops were transported to the Sapanese front. Despite the aid of Coalition troops, Terran forces were able to push south and capture the capital by the end of October, but at the cost of using most of their stocks of chemical weapons.

Over 80% of Sapanese territory was occupied with the southern regions, as well as holdouts in the mountains, remaining under Coalition control. By the new year Princess Chiyo had ordered the army to hold their ground no matter the cost, and it led to the Sapanese front becoming a meat grinder.

“Photograph of an abandoned Jupitan T-IX Piercer tank in the Kingdom of Kayusa, c. June 9th, 1969”

EVER EXPANDING WAR

By April 15th, 1949, Hoshiran forces invaded the neighboring Federal Republic of Jinyu to maneuver around Coalition forces in Sapan. Despite capitulating the Jinyun government within hours, they were unable to flank the Coalition, as they too would invade Jinyun to out flank them. The war had now spanned across the entire Kyusian continent, from Sapan in the east to Molivia in the south.

“Sample from the Valonan History Channel’s “The Return of Great Terra” documentary”

As the war ravaged the Kyusian continent, it was only inevitable that it would spread to another continent. By May of 1949, The Cazar Empire, a member state of Great Terra, was secretly notified by Jupita that it would fully support their territorial ambitions on the Eusonan continent if they invaded their neighboring country, the Kirston empire, and gave Jupita access to its rich Arcerium fields.

”Flag of the Cazar Empire”
”Flag of the Kirston Empire”

Not wanting to be left out of the glory of war, the Cazar empire agreed to their secret deal, and their army would slowly grow in size on the Kirston border. The Cazars shall seek their glory of war, and their flag shall be raised over the Kirston capital. But the Kirstons, who had endured multiple invasion attempts by the Cazars in the past, shall endure it once again for the final time.

Slit-mouth woman (Kuchisake-onna)

By: Seng Yang

Growing up in a small town in Japan, I always found comfort in the familiar routine of my life. My name is Emi, and I’ve lived in this quiet village for as long as I can remember. My parents owned a quaint little bookstore, and I spent most of my childhood lost in the pages of countless novels. The stories I read were my escape, my way of exploring the world beyond our serene surroundings.

As I grew older, I took a part-time job at a local convenience store to help with college expenses. The job was mostly uneventful, stocking shelves, ringing up customers, and occasionally dealing with the odd late-night shopper. But it was on one of these late shifts that my life took a turn into the surreal.

It was a chilly autumn evening, and the air had a bite to it that made me pull my jacket tighter around me. The streets were eerily quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves in the wind. I had just finished my shift and was walking home, lost in thoughts about an upcoming exam, when I saw her, a woman standing under a flickering streetlight, her face partially obscured by a surgical mask.

“Am I beautiful?” she asked, her voice soft yet chilling.

I hesitated, recalling the stories I’d heard from my grandmother about Kuchisake-onna, the slit-mouthed woman. “Yes,” I replied cautiously.

She removed her mask, revealing a grotesque, gaping wound that stretched from ear to ear. “How about now?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I knew the wrong answer could be deadly. Frozen in place, my grandmother had told me, “If she ever approaches you asking that, describe her appearances as average. It will then confuse her and she’ll leave you alone.”

“You’re average looking,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady.

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity before slowly putting the mask back on. Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, trembling and breathless.

Since that night, I have never walked alone after dark. The legend of Kuchisake-onna is no longer just a story to me, it’s a terrifying reality I will never forget. Now, every time I pass that flickering streetlight, I can’t help but quicken my pace, my mind replaying that chilling encounter. The boundaries between legend and reality have blurred, and I live with the constant reminder that some stories are more than just tales. They are warnings.