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RAW

Click click oyoyoy we war with you!
Crush and destroy everyone in your path.
Welcome to the Madness Festival and the theater of of war.

- Reflection another war -

This Brutal Hardcore Nour Online (RTS) real-time strategy game with the construction of bases and a bunch of cool characters.
On the PC platform.

Virtually any civil war leads to bloodshed and the creation of a new dictatorship.

The empire fell long live the strength of the Alliance.

Is it death? Or salvation? Insight or death. Fate brought you together with the in a new total conflict for saving the planet and controlling resources in which epochs and parallel measures overlap.

"War ... war never changes. This war began suddenly, like a cold rain in the middle of a hot day. I remember the ashes whirling up to the sky, and charred skeletons around. I remember how the flames filled my city with an avalanche and dragged the skies Black snow. I remember how wild people, like among cannibals, pyromans and psychopaths, no longer had room for humanity. I remember how Na**sm blossomed with poison ivy and hundreds of bloody palms were raised to the sky in a fascist greeting. the brigand dragged huge hammers behind me. I remember the vicious sexual demoness, the daughters of the night and death. I remember everything. But how I would like to forget all this ... "

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When I first met Anabel she was a ruthless inquisitor in the bloody detachment of Z Hanterav sent to the village of Cults in May. In order to purify and eradicate all those who deny the power of Stigmatas and do not recognize the religion of the church of fire and blood.

The inquisitors staged a bloody meat grinder similar to a slaughterhouse, in which there was no mercy but mercy only slaughter. In which women old men and children were torn by insane maniacs inquisitors and executioners.
If God existed then he certainly was not merciful with us.
I managed to hide several children in the cellar but one of the inquisitors noticed me closing the cellar door from the outside I knew that death was inevitable.

And then she broke into the threshold of the house, hour has come . There was no point in asking for mercy and not a single chance of victory by blocking her way to the basement she struck the first blow which threw me away from the basement with screams of pain and hatred I crawled to her begging for mercy and not touching my children.

She opened the basement and saw small, helpless children.
For a moment in her eyes I saw a spark of hope that all was not lost, begging to spare the children, she looked away at me, took out a weapon and shot me and then without hesitation she shot the children and set fire to the house.

But death took only a part of my soul, stretching me back into the hell, waking up in fire and blood, I got out of the house and swore to find and destroy all those who created this whole bloodbath. Anabel is a name for which I will live to die for the last time.
The cult of fire and blood with their army of fanatics will pay for all that they have done.
I will exterminate each adept of the church as even ruthlessly as they.

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"War ... war never changes. This war began suddenly, like a cold rain in the middle of a hot day. I remember the ashes whirling up to the sky, and charred skeletons around. I remember how the flames filled my city with an avalanche and dragged the skies Black snow. I remember how wild people, like among cannibals, pyromans and psychopaths, no longer had room for humanity. I remember how Na**sm blossomed with poison ivy and hundreds of bloody palms were raised to the sky in a fascist greeting. the brigand dragged huge hammers behind me. I remember the vicious sexual demoness, the daughters of the night and death. I remember everything. But how I would like to forget all this ... "

Gloomy, cold peace, destroyed by war and finished off by strife - there are no good and bad. Here they fight to the death for insignificant principles and hypocritical ideals, turning everything into ashes and ruins. Here, the darkness in the soul - the only thing that makes you fight. Here death was right. And here begins the story of RAW.
The final shots of the past consuming war had not faded away yet, the skies had not cleared of smog from fires and explosions, and the new conflict began to grow like a tumor. Like the hyenas left at the last piece of decaying flesh, the few remnants of the long-suffering human race grappled in another deadly confrontation. Pursuing not a ghostly benefit, not an unknown higher goal, people and nonhumans began to systematically destroy each other - all bridges between them were burned, and only be***al hatred reinforces the mind of every soldier on this choking planet.
So what does the fascinating story of RAW tell us? Events unfolding in the period of alternative history: the planet has become a huge slaughterhouse, where there are no right and wrongdoers. People enthusiastically reduce the number of each other, hiding behind either religion, or ideology, or the banal thirst for power. The cause of this global massacre was a tiny island where, according to rumors, an extraterrestrial apparatus crashed - the desire to be the first to acquire potentially powerful technologies pushed the once-peaceful countries to violate non-aggression pacts, and invade neutral waters. The wick broke out - and gradually turned into a flame. But even the brightest fire sooner or later burns through without a trace. The terrible losses of this disastrous adventure for all, where echoes of both the First and Second World Wars came together, forced the heads of most countries to join forces in the Alliance - the task of this allied organization, which had gained control over the entire planet, was the prevention of new conflicts, established trade communication between states; and joint progress. But the age-old enmity can not disappear without a trace - and even in peacetime, the development of people went along different paths. Someone preferred the sublime beauty and pride of the Victorian era, others liked the insane extravaganza of “steampunk”, with all its attendant flaws - from the stratification of society into the ruling elite and the poor working class, to the caustic couple, heaving over cities. But tight control over technology and the omnipresent bureaucracy still could not stop the insidious spirit of rivalry, eager for excellence in everything - from science to weapons. Power has become the only true value in a scattered society.
And as if all the misadventures of people were few - a devastating pandemic, triggered by emissions of toxic gas, began to spread rapidly around the world, shrouding it with a deadly cloud of oblivion. The infected person almost instantly went crazy and turned into an eternally hungry cannibal who wanted to taste human flesh. The search for a vaccine against the virus has become a priority of the Alliance - and in a world where there are no more safe places, the N***s, mutants, dark knights, sadists, psychopaths, cannibals, cultists and those few heroes who managed to keep the light in the midst of all-consuming darkness met in bloody battle. ...