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Apocalyptic story idea...
Okay, here’s my story idea. I think it’s quite interesting.
In this story, nine British students are killed in a terrorist attack. Overnight, the souls and consciousnesses of the leaders of the UK, Germany, US, Japan, Singapore, Australia, China, Israel, Saudi Arabia are stolen away and replaced by those of the nine students killed. Needless to say, all the leaders wake up as students.
The result is that the nine most important countries in the world are handed over to the control of 17 to 18 year olds. The students are equipped with each individual world leaders' memories and knowledge. The question is - how well can they lead? Can war be averted?
The world gets blown to shreds in this story otherwise it would not be fun.
Ideas:
+ A new neo-communist craze sweeps across Asia, led by a student who has invented his own government system based upon social merit instead of capitalism. This scares other countries.
+ The American student encourages obsessive patriotism, in the wake of the neo-communist craze. The US is suspected of supporting the ‘democratic liberation army’ which use terrorist attacks in neo-communist states as a means of promoting the democratic capitalist system. They are terrifying, as they wield nuclear capabilities.
That’s a little bit of it anyway. Here’s a bit of writing that I did to start it off:
Chapter 1 – Memories
Alan’s entity floated, dismembered, the consciousness in a state of coma, until it found the body of Xian Ao Li, a middle aged Chinese man sleeping in the depths of a vast mountain palace. As the new entity descended into Xian’s mind, his soul was displaced and torn away by the swift winds of the astral plane.
Alan awoke from one living nightmare to another. Memories of sudden death and destruction burned his mind, and other foreign memories had somehow forced their way in. Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was his hand. Around his wrist was a gold watch and the skin on his hand was wrinkled. He closed his eyes and relaxed his muscles.
Another nightmare, he thought. As he lay for two hours, sunlight warmed his eyelids until he eventually opened his eyes and got out the bed. A carved desk covered holding documents stood opposite the bed, and to the left of this was a door. Directly in front of Alan, bay doors led to a balcony. He flung these doors open and walked onto the balcony, finding himself in the mountains, overlooking a deep valley with coniferous trees clinging to the slopes. The balcony comprised a wooden plank floor precariously supported by timber beams rooted in the natural vertical stone wall directly below Alan. Mist shrouded the twinkling river at the bottom of the valley. Alan stood for what seemed forever, taking in his surroundings, until he remembered. He remembered the name Xian Ao Li. And with that, the meaning of his foreign memory flooded in. He was no longer Alan. He was Li, the Chinese President.
This is my first 'fanfic' post.
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Last edited by kurtz; 21-04-2003 at 08:57 PM.
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