Forward

The world is divided into three territories. Northern, Middle, and Southern. Closer to the center of the world and richer in resources, the middle kingdom has always been the envy of its neighbors.

It was a decade ago that the colder climates of North and South became too barren to sustain life abundantly. The polar armies looked to the center and saw the wealth and life that they couldn't find in their frozen forests and iced rivers. 10 years ago the cold armies began their war on the middle of the earth.

The disperate tribes from both the frozen north and south united under one general. From the cliffs of the northern glaciers, the Giant bear general pressed his attack on both borders of the prosperous belt of the world. With thick-furred wolves, tanks, and armored carriers his slow moving war machine growled at the gates of the rich. Growled until the earth shook. It didn't affect a thing.

They didn't control the air.

It is that one factor that has kept the middle kingdom safe.

But the birds who fly the planes are dying.




So the bears wait. They wait for the skies to clear.