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1977, Britain, An alternate reality...
Adolf hitler and Rupert mosley (son of oswald), both thought dead, return to britain with a huge army of 'ubermen' they have created through twisted genetic experiments in a secret location in south america and swifty conquer britain, europe and russia-without warning "friendly" british aircraft appear in the skies of other nations such as america and drop atomic bombs upon new york, sydney and other cities in one of the most terrible holocausts ever seen-but that is only the start. The new nazi government, based in dorset, begins construction of concentration camps for all 'subhumans', ie black, jewish and gay people. Before they can complete this construction a brave band of rebels attacks and burns to the ground a census office in london, destroying all information on race and religion of the british people, and so hindering the efforts of the fascists, the response of the nazis is to isolate themselves in 'Fortress dorset' and randomly bomb and attack any other areas in britain-leaving the warped remenants of the british police to rule over these areas with an iron fist, and to eventually make these areas 'safe' for occupation by those loyal to the fascists.
You are a normal gay guy, living with your boyfriend in a poor area of london-during the 5 years of faschist rule you have learned to keep your heads down and look inconspicous, and you will get no trouble from the police. One day you arrive home after trading some car parts for food, you suddenly duck into a small side alley when you see a police car parked in the road, with its blue lights flashing. You look round the corner to see two police officers knocking on your front door "Oh shit" you think "He'll think that's me and open it!", just then you hear a chugging, spluttering noise from the sky, the police officers look round with horror at something, you also look up the road to see a doodlebug*-heading straight for your house!. Without thinking you take off in a run towards the house, but its too late, the doodlebug goes right over your head and smashes into the top of the doorframe, exploding.
"NOOOO!" you scream as your house is blown into tiny bits by the huge blast, before you are thrown to the ground by the shockwave. You stand up, weak and crying, and walk over to the pile of rubble, you look around but know there is no way your boyfriend could have survived the blast. "Someone's gotta pay for this" you snarl, before you see something jutting out of the wreckage, you pick it up-it's a police officers handgun. You pocket it and go over to the cop car, finding some bullets in the glove box. You suddenly recall a conversation you overheard on the way home, two men where talking about "blowing up the police sargent's jaguar on Saturday"-They must have been part of the rebellion against the nazis. With nothing to lose you set off down the back alleys to find the two guys again
Something better change..
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*-Doodlebug=slang for the V1, a low-tech, but cheap, rocket bomb thing used in WW2
