WorldInConflict Ruler Asked: How’s the beginning of my story?

This is just part of chapter 1 to my story called, Vendetta, that covers exposition.It is a very rough, rough draft, so please criticize freely Wish I could post more!

Snow motes drifted lazily down from the skies above onto the bleak landscape, marked heavily by numerous oil drilling facilities.The effects of industrialization had pocketed the surrounding and once flourishing lands with massive sinkholes and had consumed the vast forest that had graced the land only years before.Masses of red-plumed men milled around the area, some controlling the oil derricks with tactful expertise and others scurrying about like a colony of curiously erratic ants.The area was surrounded by an insurmountable particle shield, designed to halt any physical presence from entering unless the heavily guarded shield generator located in the center of the operation was in some way incapacitated.Interior and exterior travel were strictly monitored by paramilitary guards.Workers were designated daily schedules that, if not met, would result in unspeakable consequences.A close friend might disappear in the middle of the night or undergo what the Company referred to as Re-institutionalization.The offender would return, twitching and mumbling irrational fears and thoughts, and behave like the good little colonist that they were expected to be.Many learned in the Old Worlds teachings drew allusions to the Nazis concentration camps and the treatment of slaves on plantations.The only vehicles that came and went were supply convoys that did little to alleviate the obviously horrifying conditions in which the employees lived and worked.

In the Old World, this area was colloquially known as Moscow, Russia.Now in the New Order, the city was still called Moscow, but the country in which it resides was known as the United Russo-Federation.Within the collapsed remnants of the once glorious city is the headquarters of the most powerful corporation in the world, GOD.GOD stands for Golovko, Oil and Demand, and is aptly named:GOD, the sole owner of all the oil, now the most precious substance in the world, has shaped and continues to shape world policies to fit their corrupted agenda.

The year is 2075, only 40 years after the Old World ended and after life as everyone knew it ended.It all started in 2016.Following escalations of tension between Israel and Iran, Israel decided to preemptively strike and simultaneously wipe out Irans nuclear capacity, which under UN ignorance and appeasement, had grown to multiple highly destructive warheads.Full-blown war erupted and threatened to engulf the world in a mutually assured nuclear armageddon.The United States at first refused to take part in the war, adhering ever more to its isolationist policy introduced in 2014.Israel, helpless and beset by many of its Muslim enemies, had no choice but to use a tactical nuclear warhead at the Battle of Jerusalem (2019), killing over 500,000 thousand men.In retaliation, Iran unleashed multiple warheads across the Jewish state.Even as the reports started rolling in, it was clear that the death tolls would reach the millions.The United States had no choice but to eventually step in and end the fighting.

The war had crippled the worlds oil reserves and the United States was in dire need of it.Through clever manipulation and corporate intelligence, a man by the name of Vasilli Golovko had monopolized nearly all the worlds oil supply.By 2025, oil had surpassed $1000 a barrel and by 2027, the United States was all but owned by foreign investors, especially China.Anarchy reigned supreme throughout the world.The UN and NATO had merged to become the entity known as the Coalition, whose sole purpose was to bring order to the chaotic world, through whatever means necessary.As is natural, the Coalition and GOD often clashed with one another for world supremacy…

Carlson Frost certainly felt bad enough to clash his head with the mahogany table in front of him.He had mentally replayed what the company holograms had explicitly ingrained within his brain over and over because it was certainly better than listening to the drabble that was going on around him.

These new nuclear reactors will do wonders to our profit margins, a very enthusiastic Kevin Wolcott urged.Middle-aged and slightly balding in the center of his head, which was adorned with a mass of graying hair, Kevin was GODs premier technician.Drooping black eyes and a cynical smile gave the impression to many who viewed him that they were meeting some long lost incestuous uncle.Those that judged him too quickly never got to realize how jolly and spontaneous Kevin was, especially about his life calling.He was good.Now, he clamored noisily onto the desk, knocking his chair clean over and spilling a cup of cold coffee onto the woman sitting beside him, obviously trying to make up for his miniscule presence…