The End of All Things: It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.
 

And when he-opened the Seventh Seal there-was Silence in Heaven about Half an Hour. And I-saw the Seven Angels who stood in-view of-God and they were-given Seven Trumpets. And another Angel came and stood upon the Altar having a golden Censer ... and there-was-given to-him many Incenses that he-will-give with-the Prayers of-all the Saints on the golden Altar in-view of-the Throne. And The Smoke of-the Incenses ascended with-the Prayers of-the Holy-Ones out of-a-Hand of-the Angel in-view of-God. And The Angel has-taken the Censer and filled it out of-the Fire of-the Altar.... and he-cast-it to the Earth ... and there were Thunders and Voices and Lightnings and an Earthquake. And the Seven Angels, the-Ones having the Seven Trumpets prepared themselves so-that they-might-sound-Trumpets.

And The First trumpeted and there-came Hail and Fire having-been-mixed in Blood and it-was-thrown to the Earth and The Third of-the Earth was-burnt-up ... and The Third of-the Trees was-burnt-up ... and All Green Grass was-burnt-up.

And The Second Angel trumpeted ... and like a Great Mountain burning with-Fire was-cast into the Sea and The Third of-the Sea became Blood. And The Third of-the Creatures in the Sea having Souls died and The Third of-the Ships were-destroyed.

And The Third Angel trumpeted and fell out of Heaven a-Great Star blazing like a-Torch ... and it-fell on The Third of-the Rivers ... and on the Fountains of-the Waters. And The Name of-the Star is said ... The Wormwood ... and The Third of-the Waters became into Wormwood ... and many of-the Men died from the Waters because they-were-made-bitter.

And The Fourth Angel trumpeted ... and The Third of-the Sun was-struck ... and The Third of-the Moon ... and The Third of-the Stars that might-be-darkened, The Third of them ... and The Day could- not -appear, The Third of-it... and The Night likewise.

And I-saw and I-heard One Eagle flying in Mid-Heaven saying with a Great Voice ... Woe! Woe! Woe! To the ones dwelling on the Earth out of-the remaining Voices of-the Trumpet of-the Three Angels intending to-trumpet.

-The Book of Revelations Chapter 8

With a terrible quickness the yellow star known as the Sun vomited forth millions of tons of superheated solar wind. At near the speed of light the deadly wave found its target in the third planetoid from the sun. The Side struck by the wave almost instantaneously turned to ash. The super heated air rapidly expanded at the speed of sound. Pushing a shockwave the likes the world had ever seen. A storm capable of wiping the face of the earth clean. The only warning the people in the night received was when the full moon flared as bright as the sun and lit the night sky like a noonday. Followed soon by an Aurora that enveloped the entire hemisphere in night. Scott was getting drunk with friends at a Christmas party he was throwing. He was in his small bedroom when he heard the calls to come and look at the amazing sight. The clock read 1:00am He went and looked for awhile marveling at the beautiful sight then he decided to go back into his bedroom to look for his camera. He fumbled for minutes looking for his camera. That’s when the storm hit. Trees were up rooted buildings toppled, the noise was terrible, deafeningly loud, like the planet itself was shrieking in pain…

Scott awoke. It was dark still, and it felt much colder. He shivered in the cold. His room was shrouded in darkness. But from what little light was available he could see his bedroom was intact. His living room however was annihilated. The 10 floors above looked like they had landed in his living room.

Derek was in his kitchen, getting a late night snack when it happened. His kitchen had no windows and his lights were on so he never noticed the unnatural light, but then everything started shaking. A piece of the ceiling above him broke off and landed on Derek's head, rendering him unconscious.

OOC: Most of the other rooms seemed to have been destoryed due to the items I lost...

Josh swung the noose over the beam in the celing.

"Here goes," he thought. "Goodbye world."

He had had enough of life. This would be a fitting end. Alone, in the bathroom of the tiny basement apartment he was renting.

As he stepped up onto the chair, a bright flash cought his eye. Before he could think, he was thrown across the room and smashed into a wall. His last thought before he fell unconscious was "maybe not..."

OCC: Most everything Josh has, has been destroyed. Save for the clothes on his back and a few other things.

OCC again: What will happen to Swan? Stay tuned!

Joel was standing guard at the base and suddnely he saw a bright flash almost imidiatly followed by a pressurewawe of somekind. Joel was thrown some meters against a wall and cnocked unconsiusnes. When he woke up he saw that almost the whole base had been destroyed and still shooked up by all off this he fell unconsiusnes again.

Posessions now: Joel still has his sidearm and his knife. The rifle was trown away and lost somewhere. Joel still has almost everything he had in his pockets so the only thing that was really his that was destroyed was his car.

ooc: It's up to you to figure out how your car survived.

ooc: Where around the world are we? And I will just leave it so that the car was destroyed.

Joel woke up again and started walking around the ruined base hoping to find someone alive. The first thing that came to his mind was a nuclear attack by another nation...

Not the best night David caught himself thinking through the incessant smirk he had on his face. A good party broken up by police because of a couple of drunk assholes, and my roommates weren't even there. They were coming back from a hiking trip in the Shenandoahs. At least I got to end a fight. Two people, two sober people...not too shabby. His thoughts stop for a minute, eyes focusing on the window of the 2 bedrooom, 2nd floor condo; It looked light outside. David got out of the old recliner he'd been zoning out in, pulling the window shades up.
What the fu*k?...
He had no time to stare in awe at the red and yellow flaming moon, as a distant rumbling began to shake the room. The window before him cracked, and he dove out of the way as it shattered violently. Tornado?
He dove into the tub, as he had learned as a child to do when a tornado came, but, pulling the mattress over the top, he had a feeling it was much worse. A deafening thunder*...and then nothing.
*(Kablooie)
-David remembered a falling sensation, and then hitting the ground hard, it probably knocked him out, because a steady drip drip drip of icy water had apparently been dropping on him for a while, judging by the wet feel of his clothes, not to mention the soreness in his head. his left hand instinctively moved to his right ring finger, feeling the familiar band Still there. He pushed the mattress off, shivering slightly as a stiff breeze blew through the shattered condominum. Bits of drywall pattered down around him, and he stepped carefully out onto the floor. Seems steady...too steady...shit He realized that he had fallen through the floor and into the room below, and cautiously stepped around to the now wall-less and even more rickety stairway. What the hell happened? It was dark outside now, and his way was beng lit by a large fire in the building across the street, through a gaping hole in the 2nd floor wall where his room used to be.
Fu*k!
He thought out loud. Picking up an old backpack and looking for a few things to salvage before finding the police. David picked up his journal from the table, miraculously intact, and slipped it in, following it, the beretta he'd been cleaning before deciding to sit for a while, fully loaded. He strode over to his magazine stack, throwing every Maxim he had into a cardboard box. Thank goodness I like showing this off he thought as he removed his rifle from a rack over the blown out TV, opening the cabinet below and taking out several boxes of rounds, two 60 packs for the pistol, and 3 boxes of 36 each for the Winchester, they were the high caliber ones...hell, bear country's dangerous, ain't it?

He placed those in his pack, along with a few scattered photos that had flown out of the full box in his room..which was now gone; a few of him and his two friends, Andy and Tyrone, 3 or so of him and his family, only one of the girl. -He'd taken that one without her knowing, as she'd been waiting for him to come out of his house and was sitting on the back of his jeep, looking wistfully into the setting sun, he had been absolutely entranced. And was again, just looking at it.- Moving his hand to his pocket, he felt...keys! and moved down the stairs as quickly as possible and down the sidewalk to the concrete parking garage. It had collapsed in on itself, sparing a few cars, one of which was his, luckily. He went back to the room, grabbing the box of magazines and rifle, and put everything in the car, starting it up and turning down the road to look for anyone who needed help.

ooc: North Carolina in winter. We're in the mountains too which is now the new coast line.

Scott had tied his bed sheets like a sack and packed all his stuff into it, well all his stuff that he could salvage in the dark. He took his book bag, which had a lone copy of an anthropology book about the Yekuana's of Columbia, and a sketch book. He found a crawl space in the debris and raided his fridge. He had 4 cans of coke, an unopened 12 pack of heineken and a bottle of Vodka in the freezer. He also took the tortillas and sliced american cheese.

<Man I wish I'd gone to the Grocery store.>

The air was easilly below zero now. He found an irish wool sweeter and pulled his parka off and pulled it on. He then pulled his parka back on. He felt around and found his computer chair and the Plaid wool scarf on it. He wrapped the scarf around his face. He pulled his knit cap around his ears. He was able to find another crawl space that felt colder. in it he found his tool box. He pulled it free, and released some more debris. The debris cut off his exit.

"That was smart." He said to himself sarcastically. He could see thick black clouds. The crawl space gave another groan and quickly Scott scrambled to free himself and his things. His apartment building and all the other buildings as far as he could see seemed to have either been buried or flattened. The occasional wall still stood, like a tombstone.

OCC: Can I have a name of the city or town we're doing this in? I'm not up on my North Carolina features. If we arn't doing this in any set place, could I get an area where we all are?