Zhangistan

>The year is 2028, somewhere in the backwaters of Zhangistan
>You have barely enough strength left in you to hold your old surplus AK
>A CCP shill had shoved it into your hands "to defend the homeland" before he had fled the village
>The glorious capital of Beijing has long since been nuked from the face of the earth
>The great PRC Navy is a smoldering wreckage in the Gulf of China
>The CCP is in full damage-control, barely existing at this point
>You don't know all that, nobody has ever told you
>Most members of your family have starved in the great famine last year
>You just want things to go back to normal, peacefully tending to the fields with your father
>Through blurry eyes, you see something move in the distance
>A US HUMVEE pulls around the corner
>A large Taiwanese flag is mounted on one of its antennas, fluttering in the wind
>You shiver in fear
>Pointing your gun at the metal monstrosity, you pull the trigger
>Nothing happens
>As everything crafted in the fires of Communism, the gun had been doomed to fail from the very beginning
>The turret of the HUMVEE turns towards you
>It's bullet shield is painted with a large portrait of "Warcriminal Pekora”
>The anime girl laughs at you. Mockingly. Menacingly.
>"Blue Clapper" drones from tentatively mounted speakers on the side of the carriage
>”THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR MAKING MY OSHI CRY, FILTHY BUG!” The man in the turret shouts at you
>You don't understand him, you don't speak English at all
>You turn around to run, but the burst of .50cal bullets chasing after you is faster
>You fall to the ground, sliced in half by hot lead
>Everything turns dark
>ENDO