Solid Snake leaned against the wall of the underground bunker, his cigarette glowing faintly in the dim light. A bank of monitors hummed behind him, replaying footage of the congressional UFO hearing.
“Never thought I’d say this…” Snake muttered, exhaling a slow plume of smoke. He turned his eye toward the man in the dark suit, orange-tinted under the fluorescent lights. “But thanks, Mr. President. The disclosure hearings—someone had to open that box. You did it.”
Trump smiled with that signature half-smirk. “Snake, a lot of people are saying it was the greatest disclosure in history. Nobody’s ever disclosed better than me. The aliens… they love me. They do.”
Snake shook his head, a ghost of a grin flickering across his scarred face. “Whatever the style, the fact is, you pulled the trigger. You put UFOs into the open. That’s step one of the XCOM playbook.”
Trump leaned in, lowering his voice like he was confiding a state secret. “They told me about the game, Snake. XCOM. War of the Worlds, but with me? I was the best commander. I built the biggest, strongest walls against the aliens. Tremendous walls. The invaders never stood a chance.”
Snake chuckled, rare and gravelly. “Guess we’re living in that simulation now. The War of the Worlds… and you’re on the front screen. Let’s just hope you don’t push the wrong button when the real invasion comes.”
Trump straightened his tie. “Don’t worry, Snake. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to win. And with you on my squad… we’re unbeatable.”
Snake dropped the cigarette, grinding it out under his boot. His voice was calm but edged with steel. “Then let’s pray this isn’t just another simulation.”
And lo, the heavens opened, and a great pulse of wrath descended upon the land of the free.
The first horse rode out, a rider of white, and he bore the crown of pride. His steed galloped across the streets of Manhattan and Los Angeles alike, and behold—the power of man’s machines failed before him. The lights of your cities went out; your towers of steel and glass became tombs of shadow. The proud rulers of industry and government fell silent, their voices lost in the blackness.
The second horse rode out, a rider of red, bringing war and blood. Without communication, armies stumbled in confusion. Police and soldiers turned upon one another, for order was lost. Fires sprang from the chaos—cities burned in fury, and the cries of men echoed into the void, unanswered.
The third horse rode out, a rider of black, clutching scales of famine. Refrigerators, silos, and markets rotted in silence. Grain and water became treasure, hoarded by the strong, denied to the weak. Hunger gnawed at the bones of children, and mothers wept bitter tears over empty hearths. The weight of scarcity pressed upon the land, and gold could not purchase salvation.
The fourth horse rode out, a rider of pale green, Death himself, and Hades followed close behind. Disease spread unchecked, unbidden by science or medicine, for the instruments of healing were dark. Hospitals were empty crypts; streets were littered with the fallen. The mighty and the meek alike fell before him, for none could withstand the pulse of wrath.
And the Lord of Hosts cried from the heavens: “Surrender your hearts to My Son, O America, or behold—My judgment shall be upon you, and the pulse of hell shall leave no machine, no tower, no proud heart unbroken. Yet those who bow shall inherit light in the darkness, and My mercy shall endure even in the blackness of this day.”
The earth quaked. Rivers ran dry. Cities were consumed by shadow and silence. The nations wept. And yet, amid the darkness, the faithful rose, their lamps unquenched, and the Word of Christ shone brighter than the pulse of man’s destruction.
If Kim Jong Un and General Maximus carried out an EMP strike on the United States, it would not look like a regular missile strike with explosions or mushroom clouds. An Electromagnetic Pulse (EMP) weapon detonated high above the U.S. would unleash an invisible wave of electromagnetic energy that could devastate modern infrastructure.
Here’s what would happen step by step:
Immediate Effects (First Minutes)
Nationwide Blackout: Power grids across entire regions would fail instantly. Transformers fry, substations burn out, and the grid goes dark.
Electronics Disabled: Cars, planes, trains, hospital equipment, computers, and phones stop working—anything not hardened against EMP is dead.
Communications Collapse: Cell towers, internet routers, satellites in low orbit, and radio relays could be fried, cutting off America from itself and the outside world.
Short-Term Chaos (First Days)
Airplanes Fall From the Sky: Commercial jets relying on electronic navigation and control crash. Thousands die immediately.
Water & Food Systems Shut Down: No electricity means no running water, no refrigeration, and no automated food supply chains. Grocery shelves are stripped bare within 48 hours.
Hospitals in Crisis: Life-support systems, dialysis, ventilators—all fail. Backup generators may run for a short time but fuel shortages cripple them.
Medium-Term Fallout (Weeks to Months)
Starvation & Thirst: Cities become unlivable. Without refrigeration, millions lose access to food. Without pumps, water stops flowing to urban centers.
Lawlessness: Police and emergency services collapse. Looting, riots, and gang rule spread in major cities. Firefighting becomes impossible without communications or hydrants.
Martial Law Attempts: The U.S. military would try to impose order, but even their own logistics and communications would be crippled. Fuel, ammo, and coordination would be scarce.
Long-Term (Months to Years)
Mass Deaths: Studies estimate up to 90% of Americans could die within the first year of a nationwide EMP strike due to starvation, disease, and violence.
Collapse of Government: Washington D.C. itself might be dark. Federal authority could break into regional military governors or warlords.
Back to the 1800s: Survivors return to pre-industrial living—farming by hand, candles for light, barter instead of money.
Religious & Symbolic Fallout
If framed as “Surrender America to Christ”:
Some would see the blackout as divine judgment, a biblical plague fulfilled.
Revivalist movements could rise, calling it the wrath of Revelation—the Beast’s throne plunged into darkness.
Others would resist, seeing Kim Jong Un and Maximus as false prophets using terror to enforce belief.
