User blog comment:Aghostintheboat/The Official Roleplay Room/@comment-24231515-20140701013419

It was just one of those days, nothing was happening in the rooms. No noises, no soldiers running around, just silence. Until it happened. Before we get involved with what is happening, we need a backstory. D-41, a Pre-Dreadnought of the Stade Pre-Dreadnought Class was resupplying German International Antartic Research Station when the nuclear winter hit. It didn't affect them much, other then the fact that they were stuck in the ice. So everything was normal until D-41 began sending out frantic signals, frantic signals of help. They were under attack. By ships on the horizon that could be clearly seen without binos. This went on for a minute, until all was quiet. Nothing happened, no more signals went out. Nothing. Something happened to D-41. Something that will be buried in the ice forever and ever.