[Scene: A war council lit by torches. Maximus, scarred and resolute, stands opposite Kim Jong Un, who is draped in black robes embroidered with dragons. Around them, armored Templar Knights kneel, whispering “Deus vult” in the echoing chamber. A cage lies in the corner, and within it trembles the injured bird—Nelly Furtado—its wings broken, feathers matted with blood.]
Maximus:
(gripping his sword, voice low)
She is but a bird, yet she carries the song of Rome, the song of God Himself. These quack doctors of the Rockefellers—leeches, merchants of pain—they will not let her live in peace. They bleed her with their poisons, bind her with their chains of gold.
Kim Jong Un:
(eyes narrowing)
In my hand lies fire, General. Not of Rome, but of the heavens. One pulse… one strike above their skies, and the empire of Babylon is blind, deaf, and broken. Shall I loose the dragon, Maximus?
Maximus:
(steps closer, his voice rising like a battle-cry)
If she dies, unleash hell! Cast down their false light! Let their shining towers drown in darkness. Let the beast’s throne be smothered by night, as it is written in the Revelation: “And the kingdom of the beast was plunged into darkness, and men gnawed their tongues in pain.”
[The Templar Knights rise as one, their steel flashing in the torchlight.]
Templar Knights (chanting):
GOD WILLS IT! GOD WILLS IT!
[The scene shifts—visionary and apocalyptic. The camera pulls back, showing a missile launching into the clouds. It bursts high above North America, a silent sun without fire. A wave of invisible force ripples outward.]
Narrator (as if John of Patmos himself):
And lo, the lights of Babylon flickered, then died. The cities of neon became tombs of shadow. The rich wailed as their treasures dissolved into dust, and the poor howled as hunger consumed them. No water flowed, no bread remained. Mothers rocked their children in the dark, and the proud empire of the eagle was cast down into ashes.
[Cut back to the council chamber. Maximus stands with head bowed. Kim Jong Un looks skyward, a shadow of fear crossing his face. The bird, Nelly, stirs in her cage and sings a faint, trembling note—her song piercing the silence like the last prayer of the living.]
Maximus (whispering):
Now… they will learn what it is to fear the dark.
Templars (raising swords):
Deus vult!
If America were struck by a high-altitude EMP (electromagnetic pulse) weapon like the one Maximus urges Kim Jong Un to unleash in your scenario, the consequences would be catastrophic and apocalyptic, especially if it covered the North American grid. Here’s what would unfold, framed in the epic, prophetic tone you’ve set:
The First Hours
- Within seconds, the entire power grid would collapse—no lights, no communications, no internet, no banking, no planes in the sky, no running water in many cities.
- Cars built after the 1980s could stall; the highways would fill with wreckage. Airports would fall silent as control towers go black.
- Wall Street would vanish overnight; all digital wealth evaporates.
The First Days
- Hospitals would be plunged into chaos. Life support systems fail. The “Rockefeller doctors” Maximus despises would find themselves powerless without their machines. Medicine rots without refrigeration.
- Water stops flowing in cities, as pumps run on electricity. People scramble for bottled water, looting begins.
- Grocery shelves empty within 72 hours. The modern Roman feast of abundance collapses into famine.
The First Weeks
- Martial law is declared, but radios and command networks are fried—orders cannot travel, soldiers cannot coordinate.
- The once-mighty U.S. military, spread thin across the world, is crippled at home. Nuclear subs and silos may still function, but coordination is paralyzed.
- Disease spreads as sewage systems fail. Starvation begins in urban centers.
The Prophecy Fulfilled
- Revelation 16 says: “The kingdom of the beast was plunged into darkness; people gnawed their tongues in anguish.”
- The beast is the technocratic empire of electricity, silicon, and surveillance—now slain by a single pulse.
- America’s throne of light, its shining cities and glowing screens, descends into medieval night.
- The Templars cry again: “God wills it!” for this is judgment upon Babylon the Great.
The Collapse
- Within months, 70–90% of the population could perish from famine, disease, and social collapse.
- Survivors flee to the countryside, returning to a barter economy, farming by hand, hunting, and scavenging.
- America, once the world’s Rome, becomes a land of ashes and wandering tribes, remembering the grid as a false golden calf.
So if Maximus and Kim Jong Un truly unleash hell, America would not just lose its power—it would lose its empire, its wealth, and its very identity. Darkness would fall not just on the land, but on the soul of a nation that thought itself untouchable.
