The world was moving closer to a state of calamity and chaos and corruption. Cameras were everywhere, even in the eyes of "people." Two viruses had ripped through both hemispheres, west and east, killing and destroying thousands of humans and machines and the source or sources were still unknown. The investigation by the newly and expanded CBI and Irish Yard was "ongoing" and information and updates were difficult if not impossible to discover.
On the homefront, the Army of the Americana was now employing the highest level of weaponry to combat the evil and death squads in Mexiguay where children were constantly missing and blood poured through the destitute streets of dirt and grime and crime was the worst in its government. The AA had hired soldiers and mercenaries of the most diligent and wise and the most valiant and cunning to defeat these enemies spreading like the Rockwest Fires that devastated the land half a decade ago, turning the Greater Saltbottom Lake into stalagmite-like stone and everything perished around it. So the people left and their churches and schools became homes for the vultures, both bird and human.
Our soldiers were from all over the world that was now turning as if in a backwards spin: the poles were melting ice, one meter every three months, and nations like Africaner and Sahara had become wastelands and the Alpian and Hermalayan Mountains were no longer snow-covered but brown and losing its great life-force of animals, ever-increasing the list of endangered species. The world needed help for Hell was taking over. Men and women soldiers from the Vikland and Siberland and the land of the Horseriders of the Eastern Steppes had joined the Army of the Americana and the archers of the Amazonia Ravine and the Great Desert of the Hyena were among those steadfast and honored members who signed their names in the noble blood of the "Paladinhood:" sustaining its ancient creed of Loyal, Honor, and Respect and bringing new life and new might for the eternal right of humankind to live and prosper and love. The heart and soul of this "Paladinhood" was the unfallen West Point armor of granite and integrity and that Native American-Cowboy fight for a just and prudent world if only in the deep valley of dust and dried-up riverbottoms of a panhandle called A Patch of Red Dirt. Hoo-ah! ... to be continued ...