Operation: Dark of Night - Sudan, Chad, Zimbabwe

Chinese Qiányán fángyù Base, Sudan, 2358 Hours
(OOC: Here is a voice sample of Omar, in case you were all wondering. Skip to 1 minute and listen to what Scarecrow says. 
"China, this message is for you. Tell me, what are you afraid of most?" Immediately after this, an explosion engulfed the van, but afterwards, a mist began to fan out across the entire area, soon hitting the edges of the building and its ventilation.

Soldiers began coughing as they inhaled the fumes, coughing and choking as their lungs adjusted to the cruel compound.
Soon, Major Nangshi would be one of the first to experience this new chemical weapon's cruel and horrendous effect on the human body...and mind.
"Get an alert out to the entire facility! Now!" he shouted at the Captain. However, as he bent down to help him up, the captain turned to face Major Nangshi, but instead of the familiar face of one of China's soldiers, he saw the face of a demon, leaking bugs and other unsavory things from his face, and as soon as it saw him, it appeared to scream and shoved him down before running. Major Nangshi began to get up, only to see pieces of the ground begin to fall away into a vortex. His reality was crumbling before him. Major Nangshi didn't know it, but the toxin was overstimulating his hypothalamus with a combination of hallucinatory chemicals and condensed adrenaline and cortisol, increasing his feeling of dread, his feeling of terror, his feeling of fear.
"What the Hell..." he said to himself before he turned to see, instead of soldiers, the same creatures, killing each other in gruesome ways. Major Nangshi began to fumble around with his sidearm before he started firing into the crowd, which immediately turned to him and began running at him in his eyes.
"No! No!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" he screamed as his reality crumbled and his greatest fears started revealing themselves to him.

Around the base, no one had heard what happened, and they wouldn't know until it was too late. The toxin was seeping into their ventilation, driving them mad with fear and terror, bringing their greatest fears to life and warping their reality until it would all fall apart. Although the Chinese would suffer, they wouldn't know what had happened until they noticed that they had lost contact with the base. Despite this toxin's very prominent effects, this was merely a weapons test for a prototype. It was powerful, but unfinished. The toxin would only last so long, and with little damage to the brain. Not what was desired.

For the small tank division, it was a normal routine of checking the borders to make sure things did not go amiss, or go wrong. As such, the normal border patrols were peaceful...perhaps boring at times.



This time, they were oh-so-dead-wrong. when they came across Global Liberation Army rebels.



The commanding officer of the tank division took out his cigar and blew out the smoke from his lungs.



"Traitors." He spat. He looked to his squad, and more specifically to the FELINs, gesturing to the tank. "Five of you to the Leopards! Man the machine guns of the tanks!' He ordered.



The FELIN soldiers he spoke to nodded, and quickly got into the gunners seat by the main tank cannon, to which the commander took out his rifle and aimed his laser pointer attached to it. When the rebels got in close enough, he turned to his radio, and turning the channel to the gunners of the towers nearby.



"Artilleurs! Vous avez des rebelles globaux de libération à vos douze!" (Gunners! You have global liberation rebels at your twelve!) He shouted into his radio, causing the artillery men to turn their weapons to the rebel troops and began to fire.



As the gunners of the towers began to fire, the commander looked to the Panzerfaust RPG troopers. 'Entweder graben Sie einen graben schnell oder finden sie einen bunker schnell! Wir brauchen jene vakuumraketen auf dem doppelten!" (Either dig a trench quickly or find a bunker! we need those vacuum rockets on the double!) he ordered, and to that, the panzerfausts began to locate nearby bunkers.



"Feu ouvert!" (open fire!) The commander ordered, as the FELIN riflemen soon began their assault by unloading their assault rifles into the rebels in front of them, each one of the FELIN's that did not get into the tanks flanked the sides of the Leopard Tanks as the last infantrymen began to fire upon them with the anti-infantry gun.



The crews within the tanks began to load up a shredder round into the main cannon of the tanks as they heard gunfire bouncing off the armor of the armored, steel-tracked monstrosity of the vehicles.

"Oh, there's no guarantees..."

The Commander snarled when one of the GLA rebels spoke. "Kill them, and show the GLA. This is what happens when they try to-"

A cloud of gas exploded from the militant's coat, and a sinister voice echoed from within:

"Did no-one ever tell you not to shoot the messenger?"

It was quick and near painless as the FELINs shot the three men...unfortunately, they were five seconds too late as the toxic gas quickly billowed out into the surrounding area, soon blanketing it in thick yellow, which also got to the gunners of the ECA guard towers. It was then that everything went to hell.

The Commander spoke within three minutes of the gas being dealt, and turned to his squadron.

"Fall back men! FALL BACK!" He shouted. But unfortunately, 'twas all for not as his words fell on deaf ears as his own world of knowledge and order soon fell apart. The infantry squad of fine men and he had lead for the past few moments were no longer recognizable as, to him, they looked more like scaled armored beasts who had emerged from the dark core of the Earth. The demons he had seen began to scream a hellish scream with what looked to be fire and brimstone.



Worse, the tanks he originally lead were no longer tanks in his eyes, no, they were more like wingless dragons pouring out from volcanic vents  shooting fire at everything and every one


even the towers looked like nothing more than pillars of fire shooting pellets at everything.



For this reason alone, unlike the demons he had seen shooting and everything in sight, he immediately turned tail and ran, ditching his rifle in the process as the hellish battlefield continued to soak in blood.

As the cloud of toxin engulfed the entire area, turning the once fertile savanna area into a desolate land of terror and fear, a testament to the failure of the ECA's protection. As the soldiers panicked and either ran or fought each other to death, all of a sudden, the speakers of facility immediately started getting microphone feedback, as their communications were being hacked. However, as soon as the feedback stopped, a sinister, familiar, gravely voice began speaking.
"Europe, this message is for you. Are you hiding something? Do you care to show the skeletons in your closet?" It was a quick, brief, but terrifying set of words that made people's skin crawl. Eventually, ARC News would show up again, only to find the same scene as Sudan: dead soldiers, permanently scarred people in corners, and nightmarish scenarios.

American Fort Allyn, Zimbabwe, 07:23
Though he knew better than to do so, The Engima was becoming confident in his attacks, and found the enemy attempts at revenge almost laughable. So disoriented and pathetic they were, that he was genuinely surprised to find doubled guard in Fort Allyn. Simply more to die. He flicked on his new mix-tape, which he like to call "Screams and Scissors", and began to walk.

Surveillance Room, Fort Allyn
The guard was watching closely, eyes glued to the screen. A man in a cloak was walking towards the front gates of the fort, his hands raised and a large hood draped over his face.
"I wish to speak to the commander." said the cloaked figure.
A man in a guard tower replied cautiously: "And who are you then?"
"I am The Enigma. You can thank me for spreading terror across this continent, and shattering the lives of thousands in a matter of hours. Not the most impressive stunt, I grant you, but all that is necessary to set the world ablaze."

The guard's eyes widened as he remembered a report he had heard that very morning, from a Chinese base in Chad.
"Down on the ground! NOW!"
"Now now, that's hardly necessary. I was only making polite conversation..." the Enigma chuckled coldly.
The guard was beyond the point of no return. He was going to kill this man, and he would be a hero for it. He emptied an entire clip from his handgun into the man's head. The man slumped down, blood gushing out in copious quantities. The guard turned to the camera and said:
"You got all that? I'm gonna be a hero. Enigma my ass, more like the DEAD-nigma!"

"You are being very rude, young man!" the Enigma cut the guard's throat, then shot the camera. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that the militant was dead. A swift vault saw him on the other side of the gate, and he ran as far as he could into the heart of the fort. However, soldiers surrounded him, guns raised. He was unafraid, and gave them all time to focus their sights on his head.

At that moment, a shriek of white noise erupted from a speaker, followed by a familiar piece of music.
He stood, undaunted, and sang:
"My heart's dead inside, it's cold and hard and petrified, lock the doors and.... something. I never could remember this bit. I prefer those remixes anyway." Blood-curdling screams came from the speakers, and the volume heightened to the point where the soldiers were struggling to move.

"Fire!" the Field-Marshall yelled.
The corpse fell in the center of the circle. A beep. Then another. Then another. The corpse exploded into a billion locusts, consuming men whole, then a demon clawed it's way from beneath the earth, up, and tore every man apart.

The Enigma watched safely from high above in a hi-jacked helicopter, and chuckled to himself.
"Crazy damn pedestrians..."

0930 Hours, The morning after the first attack

A small military convoy was let into the compound. The parade square, where the chemical weapon was originally set off, was completely barren. Not a single soul in sight. Instead, the remaining sane soldiers of the base were formed up along a wall at the back of the base. When the convoy approached the parade, the men quickly came to attention and did a general salute. 

From one of the command crawlers came out General Tsun Yang, the Commanding Officer of all Chinese forces in Sudan and Egypt. He went up to a sort of make-shift podium, and began speaking. 

"Greetings, survivors of the 77th Infantry Company, and the 179th Red Guards Company. I'm glad all of you made it out alright. Shaken, but alright. What you may or may not have experienced last night, was truly a nightmare. Be thankful that you were not caught in the area of effect, but also do not forget the men who were. The weapon that the GLA have used is truly beyond cruel. Today, it is time we worked one step ahead. Intelligence tells us that this toxin, as well as its deployment method is still in a sort of prototype stage. Today, I brought with me, a collection of the brightest and most intelligent bio-chemical scientists in the region. They are the ones that will sweep the parade square clean, and send all traces of the chemicals back to labs in China, to be studied.

I have brought with me today, a truckload of gas-masks. Be sure to keep them on you at all times, in case the GLA are so inclined to deploy this kind of weapon again. Keep in mind, these gas masks are simply conventional gas masks, so they may not be 100% effective. That is why we must work together to prevent chemical attacks, and if one does happen, that we immediately withdraw from the area of effect. In an orderly fashion, please line up to obtain your gas masks. We expect that within one months' time, the chemicals are to be understood enough so that we may manufacture specialized gas masks designed to both protect fully against these sorts of chemicals, while still allowing you to fight effectively. That is all. Stay strong and stand tall." 

The General stepped down, and summoned his lead scientists and staff. He directed them towards the parade square, where they began sweeping the square and collecting samples. He was determined not to let this happen again. 

Two hours later, the entire parade square, and surrounding area was deemed clear. The General and his scientists went back into their convoy, and left for the next military compound. Gas masks are to be delivered to every soldier and military personnel within 50 kilometers of The Zone.