Washington Is Falling Down (CYOA TG) by EinzDoc on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

You just couldn't believe it was over. You sat in the barrack, along with your friends from the brigade. The civil war was over; the old governemt lost. The new one already implemented their new rules "for a peaceful existence in the United States". You were lucky enough not to fight on the front lines, the stories you heard from what happened to wounded, but still living POWs were just terrible.

"No, no, no! This can't be happening! This is horrible! How did they win? How? How did the get this nuke?" Jake sat defeated in a corner, with tears in his eyes. He spent the last few hours crying, as he had not only lost his brothers to the rebels, but now also lost a war.

"Well, if theres no president to capitulate and take command, who's gonna do it? They announced it over all radio stations. A nuclear bomb on Washington, after that it was over. The general staff is probably only dust right now, and a pink one at that...", Bill said, calmer but also worried what the future will hold. "We'll see what comes out of it."

You didn't say anything, as you still tried to get into the real internet. The new governemt had already restricted the access and 4chan and reddit were immediatly shut down. For promoting "anti-feminine propaganda" that is. You sighed and threw your mobile in the corner as there just were no memes to look at now. Nothing to cheer you up.

Outside, you heard jets fly over you. As you looked outside the window, you saw them drop pink and white confetti over the streets of New York. You could almost hear the high-heel boots marching along times square. A knock on the door sent you all standing up, as your old seargent entered the small building.

"Sit down again, boys. And give me a shot of that whiskey, please. Probably the last time we're going to drink one of those", seargent Glenn said, sweating and sitting down. "And please, I don't want to wear this sash. But if I don't, i get executed immediatly."

You and your friends looked at each other and didn't say anything.

"I hate to say this, but I don't know whats going to happen to you boys. I'm to old for re-education, but you arent even 25 yet. Can't believe this war is already going on for 2 years...", the seargent said, drinking a shot. "Im going to get transfered into a guarded living space in Boston. It's like a mini town, but with only men in my age and older." He looked onto the floor. "I'm ordered to tell you to register in the main building at 8 AM in the morning. I'm sorry. Really. I love all of you and I hope you wont suffer in this country. Its horrible. Good bye, boys."

With that Seargent Glenn stood up, and left the barrack, but not without final look into the round.

After a bit more of sad silence, you all decided to go to bed.

Later that night, you heard a creeking around the door and saw a figure leaving the barrack.

"No! Don't!", you said drowsily, but Bill didn't look back. You jumped up and ran to the window, only to hear a shot. Bill trembled and fell motionless onto the floor. Two figures arrived. One of the guards in high heeled boots tool a gun and shot Bill once again into the head. Then they dragged him into the darkness. Jake suddenly stood behind you. He heard the shot and only saw Bill getting dragged away. He silently lost his mind and started to breath hard. You told him to go back to sleep bed, what he did.

At 6AM, the door flew open. A young woman entered the barrack, AK47 in her arms.

"Cadets! Get up immediatly! Breakfast at 7AM in the cantine! At 8AM, you will arrive in the main building. You will choose your new position in the United Feminine States of America. All hail President Clark."

She closed the door with a loud 'WHAM'.

You got dressed and went to the cantine. After an actuall pretty goo breakfast, you slowly made yourself ready. At exactly 8AM, you entered the main hall. After a bit of waiting, you were ordered to a desk along with Jake behind you.

A piece of paper was handed to you. On it, you could chose one out of multiple options for your new role. But what were you going to choose?

Stay in the Reformed Army:

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Join the Special Forces:

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Ministry of Health:

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Department of Nutrition and Food:

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Ministry of Propaganda:

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Worker in the White House:

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Execution:

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SPIN-OFFS:

Diary of a Convict:

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The Civilian Files:

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Finished bingning The Man in the High Castle, thought the setting was a good idea, idk yet

I maybe should also note, that I do not want to make fun of the oppression of minorities and jewish people during the 2. World war and nazi germany with this caption. I know we did many fucked up things, and i do not wish history to repeat itself, even with the rise of right-wing movements and political instability. Do not let history repeat itself. Thanks.