n the years that followed the first Tiberium War the Earth became more polluted, more toxic and mutated. The green glowing crystals had once held bright promise of technological miracles. Now the had become the most dire of curses, turning animals into monsters, plants into toxic blooms and people into something less than human, or perhaps a bit more.
The GDI, in its wisdom, began the global evacuation, taking large segments of the First World population but largely forgetting the Third World. After all, it was the wealthiest nations that paid GDI’s bills, so the wealthiest citizens got the first trips to space and the first trips to the Arctic poles, where Tiberium grew more slowly.
Even First World citizens weren’t guaranteed safe passage. Large parts of the inner cities were ignored, as were poor rural areas. If you were in the middle of upper class, paid your taxes, voted, had no criminal record and were healthy you mad the cut, if not…..you were forgotten.
Being Forgotten meant finding ways to live with Tiberum, It meant watching the crystals sprout from your skin, watching you children being born with green eyes and watching world it die a slow, tortured death.
It also meant fighting The Brotherhood of Nod. While the GDI ignored you. Nod took sharp interest indeed. At first, The Brotherhood seemed benevolent, giving food to the hungry, medicine to the sick, and there were many sick. But then people started disappearing. At first it was one or two a week. The mutated animals were blamed. Then it was scored of people, entire neighbourhoods cleared out overnight.
One day those that had disappeared returned, after a fashion. They were Nod Cyborgs, mindless killing machines. They had the faces of disappeared loved ones.
This was a crime unforgivable. The Forgotten declared war Nod. They were brave warriors, with unique skills and Tiberium enhanced bodies, but they lacked the numbers and fire-power it would take to defeat The Brotherhood.
Reluctantly they would form an alliance with GDI.