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    World Without Oil

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    World Without Oil LogoThere’s a global oil shortage. A gallon of gasoline is currently at $5.81 and rising. American troops have been sent to Canada to secure Canada’s oil resources, but covertly and without Canadian approval. Gas riots are on the rise with some gas stations being torched. Food riots may be next. But there is hope. Average people are thinking beyond fossil fuels and are challenging companies and governments to do the same.

    This is World Without Oil, an “alternate reality event” with over a thousand members. Heroes, the name for the event’s participants, have blogs about the Oil Shock world, post videos, images, and audio entries—often blending real world events and footage with the near-future reality of the game.

    Now in its ninth week, heroes are dealing with tensions between the U.S. and Canada, power outages, the loss of automobile manufacturing jobs, and various conspiracies. Combined with online activity, World Without Oil also encourages members to go on “missions,” creative real-world events like ped parties, setting up drop spots, and raising public awareness.

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    May. 5th, 2007 04:08 am Unbelievable….Today was by far the worst day in the last five weeks. It all started when I was ripped out of my peaceful sleep this afternoon by a shotgun blast coming from a nearby neighbor’s house. I lay dazed momentarily, unsure if I dreamt the sound and startled myself awake. Then came another. I scrambled out of bed, grabbed my phone off my nightstand and made my way down the hallway. I could hear people yelling from outside as I came to the top of the stairway. Running down the stairs two at a time I spun around the corner at the bottom of the stairs and dashed to the living room window. I saw two teenage boys on four-wheelers with gas cans on their laps fly by on the road. Our front door was wide open, but my mother nor my brother were in sight. I yelled for my mother and I didn’t get a response. I hurried out the front door onto the porch and scanned the yard quickly, but they weren’t out there. I ran around the side of the house yelling for them again. Still nothing. My adrenaline was flowing wildly as the feeling of panic began to overwhelm me.

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