World War Zero: Iron Storm 💫

"No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun. "We aren't a ship anymore. We’re a fortress."

The year was 1908, but the world was not as the history books promised. In this timeline, the Industrial Revolution hadn’t just accelerated; it had mutated. The discovery of "Aether-Coal" in the Siberian wastes had birthed a new kind of conflict—, a global siege that predated the Great War of our world by a decade.

As the Prussian Walkers closed in, their heat-rays washing over the armor, Thorne stood atop the Leviathan . He wasn't just a soldier; he was a component in the greatest machine ever built. The Iron Storm raged on, but the line would hold—even if it had to turn into a monument of rust to do it. World War Zero: Iron Storm

Thorne looked at the map. If they fell here, the road to Paris was open. He looked at his men—men of soot and grease, more machine than human after years of cybernetic "repairs" forced by the scarcity of medicine.

Across the ridge, the remaining Allied landships saw the signal. They didn't retreat. Instead, they steered into one another, interlocking their iron plating and welding their hulls together in a desperate, makeshift wall of steel. "No," Thorne said, drawing his flare gun

The war of the future had arrived too early, and it seemed it would never end.

By 1912, the European front was a mangled graveyard of scorched earth and twisted metal. They called the latest offensive the . The Vanguard of Rust In this timeline, the Industrial Revolution hadn’t just

Should we focus the next chapter on a behind the Prussian lines, or follow a rookie pilot in the aerial dogfights above the Iron Storm?