I'm not sure what to call it yet. But here's one possible start:
War of Attrition: The Battle of Rockford
I love Rockford. It sits right in the middle of IL and has just about anything any other major city does. Bars, churches, lawyers, car dealerships, a major airport... You get the idea.
While I like the idea of using this existing city, I'm rather set on making up something. As using a real place could both: get me into trouble and/or make it easy for some jackasses to plan some dastardly business.
Anyways:
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Two weeks ago, the (name deleted) Red Army, along with another force as of yet unidentified, attacked the United States.
They hit our warning systems in Honolulu, the Navy bases at Norfolk, New York, Florida, and the Marine base in San Diego. D.C. was laid to waste by a small missile sub off the cost. The Reds had bought some planes from Russia I think. Maybe Su-38's and MiG-29's. Whatever they didn't bring with, they stole. Including two divisions of M1-A3 Abrams tanks. Damned tough armor... Though they didn't capture any Apache squadrons, but they seem to have brought enough TOW-missiles to compensate.
Not being dense enough to put all their forces into one massive assault, they actually have three seperate armies, two air forces and four navies.
Once they captured or devastated the port cities, they attempted to move inland. The Rockies seem to have stalled their advance considerably. New Orleans didn't pose a problem for the Reds, but their aerial assault halted at St. Louis, Missouri. Fortunately, they seem to have miscalculated the fuel consumption of the Abrahams' turbine engines.
Three days later, a guy I know, Kevin, shows up at my door all bloodied and exhausted. He collapsed, though all the while insisting that the leater-bound notebook he was clinging to was important.
I took it from him and got him inside. Taking care of his wound, he told me about the stolen journal... stolen from the Red's main compound in St. Louis! I called up another old friend. It turns out I had to take this thing with me all the way up to Tinley Park, another old friend of mine, Eric. I got a message to my neighbor Edna to take care of Kevin, and ran out the front door.
Invasion + 4
Tinley Park: 10 PM
I found the address I was given. Pretty swanky for Eric, but what the hell.
There's actually a guard and four guys hiding nearby. Probably special ops. Telling the guard Eric's full name, he let me in. Holy shit. There's a three star Army, two Air Force Colonels and a camo-clad-painted navy guy (I figure those were his teammates outside). Eric was there and introduced me. I pulled out the journal and opened it. The Seal commander took the book and began skimming through it. He pulls up the major area map of the central U.S. and starts drawing out the Red's main objectives. Chicago, Atlanta, Cheyenne Mountain and the Hoover Dam to name but a few. They wanted to see Kevin too, but I told them of his injuries and they accepted that we could expect the Red's target pack to be slightly altered. I pointed out that even if they did change their main objectives, they'd have to get to these places sooner or later. The Seal's radio started going nuts.
"What do you mean they're moving?!" "We aren't prepped for an assault of that size!"
Now the Colonels chime in, "We've got every Raptor we could scramble waiting in Ontario for a target." "Seventy-four, I believe."
I gazed at the map and thought of the attack on the Red army marching on toward Bloomington-Normal. "A quick aerial strike with a small backup could slow their advance, maybe get them to turn toward a different city..." I point out Rockford. "It's got to be in their reserve target pack, a major manufacturing area like that."
The General looks at me stunned, "We can't put one city in danger just to save a few V.I.P.'s. That's impossible anyway. We don't have any tanks."
Turning my attention to him, "General, we have to do something."
I give my two cents, finally, "I've got an idea. Try Stalingrad, Vasily Zaytsev."
The General gestures to the Seal, "I think you two have something there. Give me your radio."
This is a comic! It is -ONLY- a comic! Don't bother forwarding to CNN. Seriously, RELAX!
War of Attrition: The Battle of Rockford
I love Rockford. It sits right in the middle of IL and has just about anything any other major city does. Bars, churches, lawyers, car dealerships, a major airport... You get the idea.
While I like the idea of using this existing city, I'm rather set on making up something. As using a real place could both: get me into trouble and/or make it easy for some jackasses to plan some dastardly business.
Anyways:
This is a comic! It is -ONLY- a comic! Don't bother forwarding to CNN. Seriously, RELAX!
Two weeks ago, the (name deleted) Red Army, along with another force as of yet unidentified, attacked the United States.
They hit our warning systems in Honolulu, the Navy bases at Norfolk, New York, Florida, and the Marine base in San Diego. D.C. was laid to waste by a small missile sub off the cost. The Reds had bought some planes from Russia I think. Maybe Su-38's and MiG-29's. Whatever they didn't bring with, they stole. Including two divisions of M1-A3 Abrams tanks. Damned tough armor... Though they didn't capture any Apache squadrons, but they seem to have brought enough TOW-missiles to compensate.
Not being dense enough to put all their forces into one massive assault, they actually have three seperate armies, two air forces and four navies.
Once they captured or devastated the port cities, they attempted to move inland. The Rockies seem to have stalled their advance considerably. New Orleans didn't pose a problem for the Reds, but their aerial assault halted at St. Louis, Missouri. Fortunately, they seem to have miscalculated the fuel consumption of the Abrahams' turbine engines.
Three days later, a guy I know, Kevin, shows up at my door all bloodied and exhausted. He collapsed, though all the while insisting that the leater-bound notebook he was clinging to was important.
I took it from him and got him inside. Taking care of his wound, he told me about the stolen journal... stolen from the Red's main compound in St. Louis! I called up another old friend. It turns out I had to take this thing with me all the way up to Tinley Park, another old friend of mine, Eric. I got a message to my neighbor Edna to take care of Kevin, and ran out the front door.
Invasion + 4
Tinley Park: 10 PM
I found the address I was given. Pretty swanky for Eric, but what the hell.
There's actually a guard and four guys hiding nearby. Probably special ops. Telling the guard Eric's full name, he let me in. Holy shit. There's a three star Army, two Air Force Colonels and a camo-clad-painted navy guy (I figure those were his teammates outside). Eric was there and introduced me. I pulled out the journal and opened it. The Seal commander took the book and began skimming through it. He pulls up the major area map of the central U.S. and starts drawing out the Red's main objectives. Chicago, Atlanta, Cheyenne Mountain and the Hoover Dam to name but a few. They wanted to see Kevin too, but I told them of his injuries and they accepted that we could expect the Red's target pack to be slightly altered. I pointed out that even if they did change their main objectives, they'd have to get to these places sooner or later. The Seal's radio started going nuts.
"What do you mean they're moving?!" "We aren't prepped for an assault of that size!"
Now the Colonels chime in, "We've got every Raptor we could scramble waiting in Ontario for a target." "Seventy-four, I believe."
I gazed at the map and thought of the attack on the Red army marching on toward Bloomington-Normal. "A quick aerial strike with a small backup could slow their advance, maybe get them to turn toward a different city..." I point out Rockford. "It's got to be in their reserve target pack, a major manufacturing area like that."
The General looks at me stunned, "We can't put one city in danger just to save a few V.I.P.'s. That's impossible anyway. We don't have any tanks."
Turning my attention to him, "General, we have to do something."
I give my two cents, finally, "I've got an idea. Try Stalingrad, Vasily Zaytsev."
The General gestures to the Seal, "I think you two have something there. Give me your radio."
This is a comic! It is -ONLY- a comic! Don't bother forwarding to CNN. Seriously, RELAX!
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Your comic sounds interesting, are you publishing this right now?