Gate old world blues

In a world scarred by nuclear fire, where civilization clings to the irradiated remnants of the past, a new threat emerges. A mysterious gate opens in Boston, unleashing legions of sword-wielding Romans who declare this ravaged Earth their own. But these invaders have gravely miscalculated. They face not a broken people, but the hardened remnants of the U.S. military, veterans of the Great War, who will unleash the full, devastating might of their technology on any who dare challenge them. Prepare for a clash of empires, where steel meets laser, and a dead world teaches an ancient power the true meaning of apocalypse.

The air in Sanctuary Hills was thick with the dust of a dead world, a perpetual reminder of the Great War's fury. Captain Samuel Jackson lowered his All-American assault rifle, the spent casings tinkling softly as they hit the rubble. "There goes the last one," he mumbled, the faint metallic tang of radiation a familiar companion.

Sergeant Randall Clark jogged up, his face grim beneath the grime. "Captain, reports from Boston. A gate. And Romans. Legions of them, pouring out."

Jackson nodded, the news hardly registering as a surprise anymore. "I know. Losing your wife, your city, your children in nuclear fire… it's not something you forget."

A voice boomed then, amplified by strange magic, alien and arrogant. "Savages, you can't even speak the language of the Empire! By decree of Emperor Molt, this world belongs to the Saderan Empire!"

Jackson's grip tightened on his rifle. This world had seen enough, endured enough. "We will never bow down," he declared, the words a low growl. "Inform High Command. Tell them the wasteland just got a new enemy. And we're about to show them what a dead world can do."

Gate old world blues

Grimdark post-apocalyptic Interdimensional War military