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by **Drucezchski** » Sat Nov 26, 2016 12:22 am

DNG NEWS

Yottabotan Government Falls - Troops Mobilized

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Earlier this evening the Yottabotan government fell. The cause is due to numerous terrorist attacks carried out throughout Yottabota, seemingly self-inflicted by the Yottabotan government in reaction to the Chancellors declaration of war as an "end game" scenario. Multiple gas attacks have been carried out through the country killing thousands. Drucezchski is organizing humanitarian aid to help relieve the situation, as well as attempting to secure the Yottabotan land as it's own.

In wake of the recent events, Chancellor sees it in the country's best interest to carry on as planned.
The Chancellor has begun ordered the mobilization of troops the Northern most Mesian-Yottabotan boarder.
The forces moved are as follows:
1,500 T-14s
1,000 T-15s
400 M270s
400 TOS-1s
150 9A52-4s
10 Isklanders
150 9K37M1 Buks
150 2S3
5 PAK T-50s
8 F-22s
10 Tu-22Ms
10 AC-130s
150 Su-24s
40 Mi-28s
195,000 Army Soldiers

as well as...:
6 Ford Class Carriers
15 Arleigh Burke Destroyers
6 Suvorov Class Battlecruisers
10 Kirov Class Battlecruisers
5 Gorya Class Minesweepers
12 Kilo Class Submarines
and 100 Dyugon Class Landing Craft
in the East China Sea

and...:
6 Ford Class Carriers
2 Kuznetsov Class Carriers
2 Yury Ivanov Class Intelligence Crafts
32 Admiral Gorshkov Class Frigates
20 Arleigh Burke Class Destroyers
10 Sovremennyy Class Destroyers
4 Suvorov Class Cruisers
15 Kilo Class Submarines
8 Yasen Class Submarines
and 12 Kirov Class Cruisers
to the South China Sea

The Chancellor has yet to make a comment regarding the movement of forces to the Mesian boarder, East China Sea, and South China Sea- but there is a confirmed press release regarding the situation on the way, as well as a press conference on recent and upcoming events involving Drucezchski.

How do you feel about Yottabota's demise? Comment below!

by **Nieblham** » Sat Nov 26, 2016 8:55 am

Sephiroth stood atop the Shinra Tower in Nieblham City. Below him not far off riots were breaking out as the citizens started attacking the remaining members of the 1st Shinra Army. Surprisingly they even had help from some of the Air Force as Longbows fired down upon the troops. X-2s flew across the sky battling each other for a bid to control the city. Sephiroth reached into his pocket and pulled out a soft spherical ball.

He held it up to the moon and laughed as the city grew closer to it's death. To it's demise. This is what Sephiroth wanted, death, death, death! He wanted the world plunged into the flames of war and one to stand on top. In Nieblham, the religion known as ancientism believes that we are all one with the world that we die and go back to the earth into the life stream of the planet. From atop the Shinra Tower he could see the Bengal fleet close in to the city.
YES YES YES Sephiroth thought as he turned to leave the building.
There at the bottom of the tower was a car waiting for him and other SFC members, Tifa, Zack, Lightning
"Let's go." Sephiroth barked
And they left the city to it's ruins as railguns began pounding the city and moments later all 37 subs of the Bengal Fleet launched their Titan Class Cruise Missiles at the city. Designed to deal huge shock wave damage and collapse skyscrapers on top of each other they would leave the city a graveyard of death.

by **Scotatrova** » Sat Nov 26, 2016 8:09 pm

Scotatrova Military Strength

Manpower - Going beyond military equipment totals and perceived fighting strength is the actual manpower that drives the military.

Total Population: 254,968,134
Available Manpower: 130,000,000
Fit for Service: 105,630,000
Reaching Military Age Annually: 5,400,000
Active Frontline Personnel: 3,092,643
Active Reserve Personnel: 3,500,000

Land Systems - Tank value includes Main Battle Tanks, light tanks and tank destroyers, either wheeled or tracked. AFV value includes Armored Personnel Carriers and Infantry Fighting Vehicles.

Tanks: 3,317
Armored Fighting Vehicles: 15,220
Self-Propelled Guns: 1,165
Towed Artillery: 1,300
MLRSs: 379

Air Power - Includes both fixed-wing and rotary-wing aircraft from all branches of service.

Total Aircraft: 2,938
Fighters/Interceptors: 624
Fixed-Wing Attack Aircraft: 652
Transport Aircraft: 1,391
Trainer Aircraft: 663
Helicopters: 1,238
Attack Helicopters: 106

Naval Power - Aircraft Carrier Value includes dedicated "helicopter carrier" vessels. Total naval strength includes all known auxiliaries as well.

Total Naval Strength: 452
Aircraft Carriers: 8
Frigates: 41
Destroyers: 17
Corvettes: 14
Submarines: 30
Coastal Defense Craft: 142
Mine Warfare: 27

Resources (Petroleum) - Despite the advances made in battlefield technology, oil remains the lifeblood of the fighting force.

Oil Production: 3,184,760 bbl/day
Oil Consumption: 241,000 bbl/day
Proven Oil Reserves: 21,446,298,100 bbl

Logistical - War is as much a battle of logistics, moving man and machine from/to points all over, as it is direct combat. Labor force adds to available wartime industry strength.

Labor Force: 151,900,000
Merchant Marine Strength: 474
Major Ports and Terminals: 45
Roadway Coverage: 1,936,483
Railway Coverage: 57,056
Serviceable Airports: 1,066

Financial - Regardless of strength in numbers, war is still driven by financing as much as any one leader or weapon.

Defense Budget: 982,392,382,620
External Debt: 43,900,000,000
Reserves of Foreign Exchange and Gold: 152,500,000,000
Gross Domestic Product: 12,390,194,996,581
Gross Domestic Product per Capita: 294,577

Geography - Geographical values primarily figure into a defensive-minded war (i.e. invasion).

Square Land Area: 4,069,552 km
Coastline: 16,043 km
Shared Border: 21,715 km
Waterways: 11,011 km

by **Ithra** » Sun Nov 27, 2016 12:13 am

Free Ithran News

A young man in his early thirties with black hair and an equally dark suit, was standing in front of a screen that showed images from inside the Ithran Politburo, previously the LEN Headquarters. Now it had been converted into a meeting place for the 5th Communist Congress of Ithra.

"Good evening comrades, I am Paolo Ambrogi of Free Ithran News. Today's meeting of the congress has just wrapped up, only a few minutes after its schedules ending of 8:00 pm. Please stand by while our reporting on the scene reports on-"

Suddenly the young man is replaced by static before that too is replaced by a screen asking the audience to please stand by.

After a few moments of uncertainty, the screen was replaced by another man, different from the first, far older and appearing more nervous. His gray hair was almost as white as the background he found himself behind, his suit a Navy blue and seemed rather rumpled, like it had been put on in a hurry.

"G-good evening. I am Eugenio Berti of Free Ithran News - Napoli. We are unsure of what is going on in the capital, but we are working to reestablish contact as soon as possible and request your cooperation by having everyone stay calm and let the proper authorities handle this. I will be staying with you for the duration of the crisis. We are welcoming several experts who could tell us possible reasons for this break in operations with the main station."

Over the next half-hour, various experts appeared in little screens on the side bringing up theories ranging from power outages to a natural disaster, but nothing truly solid. Suddenly, Berti cut off the most recent expert to make an announcement

"We just have word from Eloisa Marconi, a senior field reporter from our station who has arrived on the scene. We take you to her now."

The image cut to a youthful reporter in her twenties, her hair was a light brown with green eyes, slightly different from the green blazer she wore. Unlike her male counterpart she seemed excited. Behind her was the main highway between Naples and Rome, a hasty roadblock had been created at a toll station on the highway. Several soldiers were arrayed in front of it, turning back all comers. The other side of the highway was eerily devoid of traffic.

"Thank you Eugenio. Good evening Ithra, I am Elosia Marconi and as you can see behind me, the highway has been closed down by some soldiers. From what we have gathered from other attempted highway goers, they have not given any reasoning for the closures. Let's see if we can do any better."

Without any fear, she turned and marched up to the lead soldiers in front of the blockade.

"Good evening, I am Elosia Marconi of Free Ithran News, can you tell us why you have blocked the road?"

The soldier seemed stunned, but quickly recovered.

"No, we cannot release any information at the moment, please step back."

Marconi was undeterred and instead advanced on the soldiers, microphone in hand.

"The people have a right to know!"

An argument broke out between the reporter and the lead soldier before the camera was knocked over and the feed cut. the screen cuts back to a stunned Eugenio Berti, unsure of what to say.

"Uh...well...let's go back to our experts while the station tries to reestablish contract with Comrade Marconi."

The discussion cuts back to the experts who are now noticeably more conspiratorial in their explanations, several even suggest some sort of attack on the capital as an explanation. Social media quickly takes the center stage as the program devolves into showing videos of events in the capital, uploaded to various social media sites.

One video shows a platoon of soldiers marching in the street, the angle shot from an upper story building obscures any patches or other identifiers for the group. Several voices are heard in the background in panicked whispers, wondering what is going on.

Another from relatively near the Politburo building shows a large gather of soldiers and vehicles, apparently being set up as a command center, the distance from the building is very large, only vague shapes can be made out. The voice behind the camera claims that a large group of people was led out of the building and into a large tent.

By nine pm, the station is able to connect with Marconi who explains that the camera was knocked over when a soldier bumped into the cameraman and everything was okay. However, she does claim that several tanks passed by and entered the city from the south.

The videos start to become more worrisome. One shows a man in his apartment's living room, all the lights turned off with the silence only interrupted by loud pops that sound like gunfire. Yet another later in the evening is taken from the rooftop, showing the city completely darkened and a few lights flashing followed by loud explosions.
The newsroom mirrors the worsening videoes, once calm experts begin either grasping at straws to avoid the obvious or making wild claims that the capital was attacked by some terrorist army on the scale of Python.

Near midnight, videos began surfacing of things people never wanted to see. Red Guards, the communist state's elite unit was battling members of the regular army and other identified groups. Within ten minutes of that video, all Roman television stations lit back up immediately, cutting off all other stations in their broadcasts with a new one.

Standing in the Congress building were three men, one in a suit and two in uniforms. The man on the right was someone that most expected to see, General Tullio de Campo, Chief of Staff of the Ithran Armed Forces. He was a stern looking man of sixty-five who weathered face bore a prominent scar on his left cheek that he had become very identified with, his receding hair was a dark gray. He was the expected member, the other two were shocking, especially since one of them was supposed to be dead.

The supposedly dead man was the man on the left of the group, like de Campo, he wore a uniform, but his was the old Naval Defence Force uniform. The man was, Giovanni Todaro, the overall commander of the remaining Republican forces that had fled to Madagascar, the former colony having offered asylum to the previous government and its remaining political leaders who numbered all of fifty. The communist government had claimed that he had died during an assassination mission conducted by Free Ithran Commonados. Judging by the fact that his face was half bandaged, he also did not come cleanly out of it. The top of his face was obscured by his large cap, but his trademark beard was still there, a mixture of black and white.

The man in the center was by comparison, rather unassuming, His hair was still a light shade of blond, slicked back, in contrast to the whiting of his compatriots and rather than a uniform, he wore a black business suit with a light gray tie. He was the current Prime Minister of the Ithran government in exile, the third and last son of former Prime Minister and President Paolino Giordano. He was Terzo Giordano, current head of THE political family of Ithra before the current government. Giordano took a step forward to stand in front of the podium that the camera was centered on.

"Good evening my fellow Ithrans, I am sure that this night has caught you all off guard. And I personally apologize for any discomfort that the actions of my forces have caused. You all know who I am, so an introduction is unneeded, but the question I am sure you are all wondering is what am I doing here? The answer is quite simple, we have finally managed to take back control of the mainland after being pushed into exile for so long. It has been a hard five years for all of us. We have been torn apart and our government seized by madmen. When being forced from the mainland, my predecessor, Prime Minister Bandini, vowed to return and bring freedom to the people. I have come to honor that promise.

These thugs claimed that they were here to bring freedom, but they only ousted a democratically elected government and placed their own oligarchy in power, ruling through fear and intimidation. They forced officers like General de Campo to serve them by threatening his family. They imposed their visions onto the country without the consent of the governed, of the people. However, that changes today, we have brought righteous vengeance onto these oligarchs while they were struck by their own hubris.

While all their leaders were in the capital, we struck to decapitate this poisonous snake. We have taken their entire Congress without a single shot fired and they will be tried by an impartial court, not a kangaroo one that they subjected so many of their own political adversaries to. Across this country, other soldiers have also risen up to topple these oppressors. As I speak, we have taken control of the capital houses of every Ithran state and the special Tunisian Zone. And the last holdouts of this corrupt regime are being finished as I speak to you.

Make no mistake, this is no coup d'etat. No, we are restoring the power of the people, not taking it. I make this promise to you as a member of the house of Giordano, we will have free elections by March of next year or the people may rise up and oust us. Our one goal is to reunite the people and government. Our motto was the Senate and People of Ithra, the belief that the senate and people are intertwined. The senate beholden to the masses and the masses agreeing to give up some freedom to be governed by people's chosen leaders. That is what we wish to return, as soon as the rebuilding is done, we will host elections for a new Senate. I myself will stand. If I lose, I will retire from politics and never seek another office. If I am chosen to lead people, I will serve in whatever capacity possible.

Let today be the day that our Republic was refounded, that the people regained their right to be governed by men of their own choosing. Today we have returned to an Ithra created to serve and protect the Ithran people above all else. Today we return to a time when every man was free, today all men are free once more. Let us work together to forge a new Ithra, a stronger Ithra, a better Ithra. Let us come together to make Ithra great once more. Today we have taken back our futures. I wish all my fellow Ithrans a good night, for tomorrow the rebuilding begins."

by **Amerika I** » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:52 am

Amerikaner International News

The H.K.S Donau Commissioned!

"Gueten tager, I am Ferdinand Jourtsmann of NTN-1 News, bringing you the latest news you need to know. Tonight we have a very interesting broadcast scheduled, so let us begin, shall we?"

"In our most bizarre piece of news, multiple nations, including Yottabota, Mes, Neiblham, along with most nations formally ruled by the Mesian Empire, have abruptly collapsed into anarchy, or in the case of Yottabota, the entire nation has apparently committed literal suicide. As for the Mesian Empire, anarchist revolutionaries reportedly stormed the Imperial Palace in Beijing, slain the Emperor and the entirety of the Tang Dynasty, and paraded the bodies in the streets, with local police doing their best to keep a somewhat stable peace."

"Moving away from anarchic revolutions, the Kriegsmarine has announced that the H.K.S Donau is a mere year away from completion. The soon to be flagship, set to be the largest warship in the Atlantic and arguably the world, and will supposedly rival the Gloria Class Warship of Adruvia and the ENC Beacon of the Eldenian Navy for naval supremacy in the Atlantic Ocean."

"In exciting scientific news, F.M.A.R.D has announced major progress being made towards developing a lunar habitat for a possible joint moon base with Tarazed and Eldenia. Additionally, the Hainzburg Cosmodrome has also seen major progress being made in the last few months, with the completion of the main control center and several launch pads and miscellaneous facilities in the cosmodrome."

"And in our final piece of news, Wittenvaria has declared that yesterday, the first citizen of the territory was born. Johannes Gëstrusmann, grandson of Ferdinand Gëstrusmann, the chair of the National Court for Administration and Justice, was carried by his mother, Elisabeth for nine months, from their home in Julietadlersburg, Donau, the Capital of the State, to the port of Romejindersburg, Wittenvaria, the Territory's Capital City. All in all, Wittenvaria's first of hopefully many families is a very icey, although happy, family."

"That's all for tonight's broadcast. Stay tuned for tomorrow's broadcast, where we bring you the latest news you need to know. This is Ferdinand Jourtsmann of NTN-1 News, signing off."

by **Drucezchski** » Sun Nov 27, 2016 3:20 pm

DNG NEWS

Drucezchski Secures Yottabotan Land - Mesian Government Falls - Chancellor Mobilizes Troops in Claimed Cassinopan land

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Last night, the Drucezchskian military successfully conducted a major operation to secure the rest of the Yottabotan land. Yottabotan armed forced laid down their weapons in surrender to the Drucezchskian military. The Chancellor is drafting plans to induct the Yottabotan military as Drucezchski's own, as well as plans to keep the operation of daily life in the old Yottabotan land progressive and calm. PSA's are being presented to the Yottabotan citizens to explain what had happened. Hazmat teams are working at their highest efforts to clean up all chemical weapons falsely detonated, as well as securing abandoned powerplants, especially Chernobyl. The Chancellor expresses great optimism for the incorporated states and has been quoted saying "The Great Empire is risen.", in regard to the old Zinoviy Empire which included the Drucezchskian, Yottabotan, and Hespero Belkan land.

The Chancellor has confirmed that plans were to be carried out in the invasion of Mes. After the mobilization of troops to the Mesian border, the Mesian government collapsed. Upon the collapse of the government, the Drucezchskian military was ordered to return to the homeland and aid in the securement of the previous Yottabotan land.

With the securement of the Yottabotan land, the Cassinopan government has claimed some of Yottabota's previous land. The Chancellor has released a press statement on the matter,

"Granted, the Cassinopan government has endured a substantial amount of agitation from the previous Yottabotan government, I do not believe they are granted the right to the land that they have claimed from the Crimea, eastward. The land belonged to the Zinoviy Empire and holds a great deal of historical importance to our people. I wish for nothing other than peace, but the Drucezchskian government does not recognize Cassinopa's claims. We will be launching a mobilization of troops in all of the claimed Cassinopan land East of Perekop, as well as a naval and expeditionary mobilization in the Black Sea to secure Crimea. I have the highest anticipation that this matter is resolved peacefully"

The Chancellor has begun the mobilization of troops, which will be specified at a later date.
The Black Sea fleet is also moving to secure Crimea.

Move on the matter as it develops...

How do you feel about it all? Comment below!

by **Westberg Empire** » Sun Nov 27, 2016 3:24 pm

Just a few months ago there was alot of talk about independence from Mes. Now that has become a reality. A referendum happened yesterday. 71% of the population voted for independence while 29% voted to stay. A nation of thirty million people are free. Westberg has opened up all trade with its European and North American neighbors. Westberg Stock Exchange shoot up 1,000 points. All industries and companies are seeing great turn out. The Free Education Act and the Universal Healthcare Act passed the Parliament today. Now all Westbergains have access to free and good education and healthcare. Welfare has seen a 20% increase of funding. Meanwhile Westbergains party in city streets across the nation. Fireworks go off in most cities across the nation as well.

by **Yottabota** » Sun Nov 27, 2016 8:15 pm

Eras, Saleca, Scotatrova
The city, her city, felt different than what she was used to. Eras was once her home, and she had left to fight a foreign war and had come back a changed woman. Everyone she had once known had all gone, and the ones she would remember would not remember her back. Though, she was happy, an emotion she had thought died with her during the 30 years of bloodshed she had endured. No this happiness was far more gradur than anything she could'e hoped for, but at the same time she knew it wasn't fair. The call for the termination of Yottabota broke her heart, but it was not her decision to make, it was his. That damned board of directors... She would think to herself as she sat on the outskirts of her city, watching it teeming with life, the lights illuminating the darkness for miles on end. She didn't deserve this happiness, but she had earned it. She carefully unlocked the couplings in her arm, laying it flat on the table as she took herself to the bathroom.

There she saw herself, silken flawless skin, small yet poised lips, cheeks that could cut a diamond, lush red hair and a slight knick in her left ear she had earned from when she was a little girl. She saw this girl in the mirror, not a woman, and placed her hand upon her face. Thank you for your service Tali Zalore... She closed her eyes and opened them once again. The skin had become loosened but still held residual strength, her lips still poised but cracked like cement, cheeks that had been sanded down, lush hair had become bleached with age and there was no more than a slight knick on her ear. Knicks, gunshots, knife gashes, stitches and scars now covered herself... But she smiled and chuckled a little. It'll be weird... Going back to our old name... But like everything else in our life. We move on... Isn't that righ-

"Madam Roberta Valentina, a call has come in for you, a woman by the name of... Mako is calling?" A voice came from the floor below, a gentle feminine voice but had astounding bass to it. Roberta sighed softly and called out.

"Thank you dear, patch it through to my studio." She left the bathroom and walked into a large room with an astounding view of the surrounding vista. Unfinished paintings laid covered except for one which she was working on, and of course her last painting she had made before she went on her grand adventure. She looked at the painting for the longest time, minutes passed until she heard someone clearing their throat. "Ms. Dragovich... How are you?" She kept looking at the painting, and talked to the researcher.

"Amazingly, the Neo Rome Republic is lovely this time of year... How's the homeland? I still can't believe you kept it that much of a secret for so long." On the other line a younger voice spoke back to her, Mako stood in her home, enjoying the South American landscape as she talked to the woman she once called her boss.

"It's like returning home and finding out that your mother has thrown out all of your things... But it's still home." Roberta pulled away from the painting, wiping her eyes as she went to one of the paintings she had started not to long ago and had now begun it once again. She took out her materials and started to paint on the canvas with her various oil patterns. "How are the S#... Did you have them..."

"No. I don't know I couldn't bring myself to it... I've given them a Rogue Order, they can do whatever they want, but I've heard that that daughter of yours is camping out in Chernobyl, apparently that was the true final order now wasn't it?"

"I suppose so, not an order I gave out..." A bold faced lie, they had been ordered to melt the reactor down, but Tali was able to slip in a command into the final code that wasn't supposed to be there. Welter 41, protect Chernobyl, was not initially in the code and he knew. She took a sip of her coffee and kept painting, "how are your children?"

"They're fine, the Z4-0 serum has been removed from their systems and they're currently resting... A shame really but no need to damn them."

"Dr. Dragovich showing compassion, my these are strange times we live in." Roberta chuckled softly and Mako rolled her eyes and laughed sarcastically. The two talked for an hour or so, up until dinner in which Roberta bid the doctor a farewell and stopped her painting of for the day. She wiped her hand against her apron and took it off, all the while grabbing her arm from off the table and attaching it onto the stump. A jolt of pain and electricity shot through her system, causing her to wince ever so slightly before moving the arm again. Dinner came and went and she found herself in the library, going through books and journals that were scattered within when she heard the sound of feet running around. She smirked slightly and saw the two fair-haired children running around the library, until one of them tackled the other, leading to a small bout of the two twins rolling around. "Artur, Gregory, why are you fighting?" One of the children, the one ontop, looked up at his grandmother and was about to talk just as the other wiggled out from underneath and hugged her leg.

"Artur is being a meanie! He's mad I ate his snacks so now he's tying to kill me!" Gregory stuck his tongue out and Artur grumbled.

"Now now, there will be no deaths in this house. Come here, I'll tell you both a story." They both gasped and smiled as they both sat down in the center of the library where the furniture laid and watched as their grandmother sat down on one of the larger chairs and looked down at them. "I'll tell you a tale from the days of my youth..."

There was once a young lady who dreamed of being a wife,
She'd sit at the river bed with her cat and wait for her prince charming to return.
One day, another young lady came to her and asked her
'why do you wait for a man who will never return? Why waste your life on one man...'
The lady laughed and told the other,
'love will help me wait...'
So she waited, and waited, months, years, decades...
But her prince never returned.
She married another prince to satiate her dream but it was not the one she loved.
But one day her true prince returned, a changed prince but still the one she loved...
So she fled from her false prince and went to her sweetheart and they both lived happily ever after...

"Grandma... That story is booooooorrring!" Artur threw his hands up in the air and fell backwards, Roberta sighed softly and looked at him.

"And what kind of story would you like?" He sat back up and crossed his arms.

"The ones about grandpa Gregory! He's so cool!"

"I don't know I liked it, it's happy at the end." Gregory II looked at his grandmother who smiled back at him, but there as a slight hint of regret in her eyes that he noticed. He tilted his head but the thought never finalized as he heard the sound of his mother calling to him.

"Artur, Gregory! Come here it's time for bed!" Amélie (Aurora) called out and the two children gave their grandmother a kiss before leaving. Roberta stayed in the library for a while before she stood up and walked from the library to the garage.

"Madam Roberta? Are you going somewhere?" One of the housemaids called out but Roberta ignored her as she got into her car with a dark coat on. She opened the garage and drove out, driving off the manor grounds and going farther away from the city. The drive was silent, and silence was a killer, for in that dark rainy night, she remembered the day Roberta went missing...

Volgograd 1977

Roberta walked throughout the ruined industrial city of Volgograd, with her rifle tucked under her arms and trained and ready to shoot at whoever moved. Roberta had volunteered to fight in this war, and now she was witnessing the price of "Freedom" before her very eyes. She started to hate the side she was fighting for, looking at dead bodies for long enough does that to anyone not sold wholeheartedly on the cause. She kicked rocks and small clusters of rubble as she walked through the city, shooting at the fleeing soldier as the People's Liberation Front pushed the Red Army towards the capital.

It was today, however, that Roberta would meet her end. As she wandered the streets, she came across a wounded woman, propped up against a ruined home and bleeding fast. Roberta readied her weapon at the woman but something stopped her, to this day she had no idea why she had stopped, but the deed was done. Roberta knelt down to the wounded soldier and looked at her.

"Wha... What do you want you... Capitalist Pig..." She coughed, spitting at Roberta but it didn't stop the woman from trying to help her. "G-Get your hands off of me! I do not want your pity..." Roberta stopped and looked at her, and then an idea sprouted in the depths of her mind. The woman looked similar to her, red hair, blue eyes, toned cheeks and a wistful look to her face that spoke of both beauty and hardship. Roberta took the woman's hand and asked her a simple question.

"What is your goal... Why do you fight..." The woman's eyes widened slightly and she looked down.

"I... I fight to protect the lives of those less fortunate... Those democratic bastards want to undermine it by creating the middle class and undermining the lower classes... I... I'd rather die than allow that to be a reality." Roberta placed her other hand on the woman's cheek and looked at her.

"Allow me to carry your name... To fight for you and your cause..."

"... Why do you care..."

"I know your pains... But I chose the wrong side, so I will do what I can from within that you could've never done..." The woman thought about it, and then slowly took off her dog tags that were in her boot and placed it in the hand of Roberta.

"Please... and thank you..." The woman smiled softly and bowed her head, body going limp as she succumbed to her wounds. Roberta prayed silently for the woman before standing up, taking off her dog tags and hiding them on her body before taking the dead woman's tags and placing them around her neck. She took one of the tags and examined it.

"I thank you as well... Tali Zalore..."

Roberta stood in a large, quiet cemetery, the sound of rain barely cutting through the silence of the night. The cemetery stood in the midst of a small town, which stood quiet and solemn as the cemetery did. She stood alone, the rain hitting her back and the top of her hat as smoke from her cigar drifted up and mixed with the vapors coming from her warm breath against the cold night air. In front of her was a lonely grave, pristine and engraved with gold, with the name "Margaret Oliveira". Roberta stood at the grave for a while, blowing smoke from her nostrils as she took the cigar from her mouth and held it in her hand.

"Hey Margaret... I'm home..." She felt the tears well up in her eyes but wiped them aside as fast they came. "I'm sorry I didn't write to you... I'm sorry I left you waiting and left you alone... I'm sorry you had to die alone... I'm... I'm sorry I couldn't hold you one last time..." Roberta placed a hand on the grave and hung her head down. "I'm sorry I forgot about you and the times we spent together... But I've come to realize something, something you once told me... When I die... I know that life will go on as it should... I always thought you were crazy, spewing nonsense like that, but now I know what you said was true... So I've come to say you told me so." She chuckled and looked down at the grave again, and for a brief moment she saw that blond haired woman, standing at the edge of the river bed once again. She held that black cat that her mother said was a bad omen but she didn't care, and as she turned around she smiled, looking at Roberta as she returned from training in the military. Roberta closed her eyes and reimagined the warmth she would feel, the smell of lavender and cat fur...

The sun had started to rise when Roberta returned home, placing her water soaked coat on the rack as she returned to her room, tired and cold. She sat at the edge of her bed and pondered a thought, that thought manifested into words and the words found themselves on paper... After writing her thoughts, Roberta smiled to herself and folded it neatly on her nightstand, as she laid herself back down onto the soft bed and allowed her mind & body to drift into sleep...

To You,

The news of your death filled me with dread
It filled me with despair and anguish that I didn't get to spend time with you...
I abandoned you for my ambition,
and for that I eternally apologize for my sins.
But I know you,
and I know that you understood...
You believed in me when no one else did,
took my back when everyone cursed me,
and most of all showed me kindness when I didn not know the word...
God may've taken you away,
but you live on in my heart.
I'll always miss you,
but I will bare that pain of lose in my heart
so that i'll never forget you.
Thank you for being my friend,
for being my family...

- Roberta "Tali Zalore" Valentina
And Life Goes On.

by **Greater Israel-Palestine** » Mon Nov 28, 2016 7:40 am

The Government of GIP has placed extra soldiers on its borders, especially on the Golan Heights. Rumors have been circulating that a war is brewing, and the Military is better safe than sorry. Though there is not much to worry about every military station in the GIPDF is on alert from Gaza to Anatalya.

In other news, the government has pledged to bring more funding to its military in case the rumors are true.
As of currently, any oil manufacturing companies are being temporarily run by the state. They will be returned to their owners once the all clear sounds.

by **Osphen** » Mon Nov 28, 2016 10:25 am

An Official Statement to the Government of Greater Israel-Palestine

Due to the recent aggressive troop movements by Greater Israel-Palestine and irrational decision making taken by the government of Greater Israel Palestine: the Osphenian government hereby announces to the Israeli-Palestinian government that the Osphenian Kingdom sees these actions as threats to its sovereignty and the peace and stability of the region and shall respond appropriately.

Let it be clear that effective immediately after its signing, all stated actions that will be undertaken by the Crowned Republic of Osphen will immediately commence.

Let it be clear the the Crowned Republic of Osphen perceives these actions as unjust and aggressive.

In response to the irrational decision making based on mere rumours, the Osphenian Kingdom questions the qualifications and ability of the GIP Government.

In response to the build up of troops on Osphenian borders, the Ministry of Defence and Foreign and Allied Affairs deduced that the Greater Israeli-Palestinian, despite stating that they are not terribly concerned about any war occurring, nor have they singled out any particular nation they are preparing against, is preparing military operations against Osphen due to their main focus being on the Golan heights. It is also apparent that GIP is planning for some sort of war due to their increase in spending towards the military. The Osphenian Kingdom will send four regiments (7,000 Men) of elite Royal Mountaineers to the Golan heights to defend against any possible encroachment from the GIPDF.

It shall be noted that the Crowned Republic of Osphen has never threatened the nation of GIP nor plans to. Believing in those "rumours" as well as focusing most of their war efforts on Osphen are purely irrational, baseless and unjustified.

Let it be clear that these actions will not cease until the GIP government offers a proper justification as to their recent troop movements, decreased the amount of troops they have on the Osphenian borders as well as apologise for these transgressions.

Set forth by both Houses of Al-Daivŕemaze الديوريمازآ on behalf of the people and nation of Osphen

Signed:
Jean-Hussein-Belgard PM OSS SDP, Al-Aoizier-Oijour لاوازيئع-واجوع
Jamiel Graetez MP LIB, Minister of Foreign Affairs وزیر امور خارجه
Amailre Dauran-Abdaile-Jiurdaine KOE OSS, اميلعآ دوران-ابديلآ-جوردينآ

by **Amerika I** » Mon Nov 28, 2016 7:34 pm

Reichspalast, November 28th, 2023

Reichspräsedont Johannes F. Romejinders von Oranjeburg lingered quietly in his office, silently raging at his Minister for Culture. Late as usual, the Minister, Mr. Gustav Jicyklsmann, had pleaded for a meeting with the Reichspräsedont for the past week, and today Romejinders at last caved, and agreed to see him at three pm. Now only slightly irritated, Johannes checked his watch. Five past three. It was when Johannes was contemplating on canceling the meeting, and giving his advisor a verbal warning, when at last Gustav burst into his office. A short and fat man, Gustav had spent his life as an expert on all things cultural, and would be the ideal pick for a role as Minister, if he could correct his never ending tardiness. "Monsieur Reichspräsedont," the Minister began, the heavy breathing preceding and succeeding this lone phrase blatantly indicative of his lack of physical fitness. "My apologies for being late, I was unaware of th-" The Reichspräsedont raises his hand to cut off the Minister, already frustrated that his time was being wasted. "I do not have time for excuses on your behalf. Now, what is it that you need from me?" the Reichspräsedont bluntly states, his eyes bleak from exhaustion. It was bad enough that he barely had enough time to carry out his duties as Reichspräsedont, yet topping his schedule with constant meetings with advisors was slowly putting him over the edge, or driving him to insanity. It was fairly difficult to tell which at this point, or at least for him.

"Monsieur Reichspräsedont," Gustav began again, slightly insulted that his superior cut him off. "As you are aware, globalization is a beauty to behold regarding economies. However, it has become a curse to Amerikaner culture. In today's world, our customs, cuisine, music, and arts are being forsaken in exchange for those of our neighbors, such as Eldenia in the west, Whitmore in the south, and Europe in the east. Despite this, I do not request more funds for my ministry, as the money we receive from the Federal Budget is more then needed. However, I do ask, in a well crafted oration, that you, the person at the helm of a nation two hundred million strong, encourage the nation to revive it's cultural identity, lest the Realm is drowned in a sea of foreign cultural influence." Johannes, secretly pleased that his minister actually had a legitimate concern and decent request, for the first time in his career, sat up in his chair. "I agree that foreign cultural encroachments are a threat to Amerika's nations identity. Therefore, I will deliver the oration you request either today or by the end of the week, which I hope will propel the citizenry into taking more pride in their nation, their identity, and their language." the Reichspräsedont states, eyes still exhausted. "Danke, Monsieur Reichspräsedont," the Minister replies, before standing and exiting his office. "Great," the exhausted Reichspräsedont grumbles. "Another thing for me to do."

Reichspalast, November 31st, 2023

Wießtromer, B.H.K was quiet in the evening. A small city of less then a million, it was dwarfed by it's cousins across the Union and Realm, such as Klagenfurt and Nieuw Amsterdamsburg. Several dozen cameras, for each state and for every dialect of Amerikaans conceivable, was fixed on a lonesome podium, which in turn was flanked by three massive Corinthian columns on each side, which in turn supported a semi-circular balcony overlooking the courtyard of the Reichspalast, the official residency of the Reichspräsedont von Amerika. Out of these columns, the Reichspräsedont emerged, not flanked by his Prime Minister and his Sovereign, the Kaiserin of Amerika, Kaiserin Hannah Elisabeth I von Wittilsbach-Boitzenburg and Lahnberg. If one was present at the scene, the only noises that could be heard was the constant clicking of the cameras, as the media couldn't help but capture every moment Amerika's most powerful man could be seen. The Reichspräsedont, without his Prime Minister and his Sovereign stood at his respective podium for a solid minute, giving the press a chance to capture the moment and ensure all cameras were operational and ready to function when the speech started. It was a moment of irony, really. It seemed that the press cared more about photographing and recording the man then hearing what each had to say. In fact, it seemed this way at ever convention, hearing, and rally ever held when it was invited.

[NOTE: One "." symbolizes one second of pausing.]

"Gueten naacht, mein freunden. I come to you today to discuss a very serious subject: culture. There is no mistake that Amerikaner culture has been a major influence in western society, with great minds like Louckhner, Eyck, Mösket, and Caravakssen. However, over the years, it seems as though Amerika has forgotten it's roots. More and more do the cultures of Amerika get divided into regional biases, and more often then not do those regions come under the influence of from outside nations, such as our neighbors to the west and across the Atlantic. Our beautiful language, cuisine, music, and literature get drowned out by foreign works that have greater appeal to Amerikaner natives then they should. If this continues to be the case, Amerika will lose it's cultural and ethnically identity in a larger, global community. To combat this evil trend, I can only say this to the Amerikanisch People: embrace your nation and your people whilst rejecting foreign ways. Let us return to taking pride in art, music, cuisine, and literature boldly labeled "Maachtest em Amerika." Let us rid our Union of foreign influences that pose a threat to Amerika's identity. For until foreign influence is no longer significant in our culture, we shall never be truly independent. It is with sincerest hopes that my pleas do not fall on death ears, but for now I can only pray that that is not the case. Thank you for your time, God bless you, and may God bless the Federal Union and Greater Realm of Amerika."

Nieuw Amsterdamsburg, December 1st, 2023

Lauke collapsed onto a nearby crate, taking a well deserved break from his work. An average dock worker, the ports of the city were always packed at practically every time of the year, with exports and imports flowing through the city like the tides rolling into the harbor. As he stood, Lauke took in the salty air, embracing the sea, before resuming his work and lifting crates out of the truck and into the warehouse. His coworker, John (an Adruvish immigrant), casually enjoying a cigar and on his break, walks up behind him, and initiates a conversation. "Gueten tager, Lauke. Did you witness the Reichspräsedont speak last night?" Lauke, although annoyed that his friend was bothering him when he should be working, shot back an answer whilst lifting another crate, replied with a simple: "Ja, the Reichspräsedont talking about culture or some scheßen. Ridiculous, nein?" John takes a puff on his cigar before replying. "Well, it's got them fired up. Have you heard about the rallies in Klagenfurt and Oranjeburg that are scheduled?" Lauke, who was caught unaware of this new information, shook his head to transmit a simple no, all while lifting a heavy crate off the truck and onto a forklift, with all the other crates. "Nein, I haven't heard. I'm sorry, I need to get these crates stored back in the warehouse. I'll see you later." As the two men parted ways on the docks of Nieuw Amsterdamsburg, the whole of the nation was coming together in a new revolution: A cultural revolution.

by **Greater Israel-Palestine** » Tue Nov 29, 2016 9:23 am

The Government of GIP Has released a statement to the Government of Osphen:

LET IT BE CLEAR that the GIP has no intention of invading Osphen.

LET IT BE CLEAR that there is no probable cause to condemn the recent deployment of troops on the GIP's border, after all a country needs strong borders.

IN RESPONSE to the statement from Osphen we declare one thing: We do apologize for your jumping to conclusion that we plan to invade Osphen. We have no plan.

"IT IS NOTED" That we do not hold grudges: If we had, us two would be at war.

ALSO NOTE: The acronym GIPDF stands for "Greater Israel-Palestine Defense Force". Put emphasis on the "Defense force". We have no official "army" although we can certainly make one.

WE PITY the fact that our two nations have capitals so close: Jerusalem and Damascus are a mere 136 miles away. therefore it would be rather easy for either of us to take the other within a month or two, if our calculations are correct. Now this is only if our capitals are not that well defended. There have been previous nations that made the same mistake and payed greatly.

WE ARE CONCERNED that tensions are rising in this region of the world, especially between GIP and Osphen, and if one of us suddenly goes to war, the rest of the world surely follows.

IN CONCLUSION: This little misunderstanding is irrelevant and should be left alone to deal with another time.

by **Amerika I** » Tue Nov 29, 2016 1:04 pm

A New Revolution
Written and Published by Tomas Paien

There is not a doubt in the air that a revolution is underfoot in the Realm of the Amerikanen. Across our nation, the people take to the streets with patriotic spirit, with the energy and passion of the Revolutionaries that toppled Parzalian and Adruvish Tyrants, corrupt monarchs [The Hainzburg Dynasty], and the cronyist politicians lustful for more treasure and power [The White Revolution of 1917]. Unlike the revolutions of the past, however, it appears as if this is a new breed of revolution, one without bloodshed, for not a single soul lay dead, nor a single government official overthrown. A revolution of new dimensions, one of peace and not bloodshed, occurs in the streets like a storm, with fiery patriotism overwhelming globalism in it's passivity. History is being made in the streets as we speak, yet no sword has been drawn or gun fired in such a process. It appears that a Great Cultural Revolution is on our hands in the Realm of the Amerikanen.

Across our Realm, foreign names of cities and states are torn down like the statues of fallen tyrants, and in their place Amerikaner names are plastered and celebrated. The day that foreign music filled the radios are long gone, now that music with Amerikaner origins fill the air. Amerikanen across the realm return to traditional foods, rejecting foreign cuisine. Museums, concert halls, and centers of great culture have come back to life with a return to the restoration of Amerika's cultural beauty in the arts. Universities and Schools once forsaken stand open once again, as students flock to fill their ears and hearts with the philosophies and works of Amerikanen past. Those who do not speak Amerikaans fluently are shamed. The days of foreign cultures dominating Amerika are long gone, it seems, for the Amerikanen have taken back their nation thus far.

Oh, ye old patriots, Amerikanen by blood and by choice! Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now!

- Published December 4th, 2023, Schykillsburg, Östsylvania

by **Natuna aka Riau** » Tue Nov 29, 2016 9:28 pm

The Commander, leader of the Republican Guard, has been fighting a war against the Mesian Imperialists for a couple months now. First contained in just the islands of Tsujang, he was able to push it into South Korea. Yet now he had the job of rebuilding the nation. The Republican Guard has long held control over manufacturing and farming while martial law has ruled over the cities. It was time for democracy to return to the islands, for people to vote for their local, state, and federal representatives. But they would also need to readjust to peace and the economy once again go private. Yet the Commander also wished to push the fighting against the Mesian Imperialists into Mes proper, especially after the emperor fled the Forbidden City and much of the land has fell into anarchy. The Commander sighed as he wrote a variety of messages to different nations.

The Commander looked over the letters multiple times, rewriting them to his perfection before sending them on their way. From his location in Tokyo he could see the Great Sea , so much hardship as of late. At least he was able to help some people in Asia as he commanded to Natuna fleet to begin taking refugees from Mainland asia to the island and the Home fleet is escorting food to the island as well. He sighed, it had been a long couple months, and he feared the next couple would be even longer if he wanted to win the seat of President. He had to get up early the next morning to speak with sources for funds.

by **Amerika I** » Wed Nov 30, 2016 3:00 pm

Amerikaner International News

The H.K.S Donau Launched!

Brueckelen Dockyards has proudly announced this morning that the H.K.S Donau has been completed ahead of schedule, launching the “Konig van das Atlantische” today at noon. Many at the Kriegsmarine Headquarters have attributed this early success due to the implementation of artificial intelligence and higher quality computers into the machinery used to construct the ship, thus making it more efficient, although this endeavour has added an additional 2.5 billion cornas onto the budget of the construction. Although the ship is fully functional, a majority of the interior remains uncompleted, which shall be carried on upon the return of the H.K.S Donau to port after it’s maiden voyage. Despite the planned quartering for personnel and supplies being absent, the ship’s weapons systems, including the eighteen railguns on board, are fully functional.

In celebration of the completion of the H.K.S Donau, the Kriegsmarine ordered a great naval review, in which the H.K.S Donau led a formation of varying vessels of the Kriegsmarine, which was ended in a grand finale in the form of a salvo from all the vessels out into the ocean.After this show of naval strength, the H.K.S Donau sailed down from Brueckelen to the B.H.K, where it was inspected and christened by the Kaiserin, and will depart on it’s maiden voyage tomorrow, whose route will be from B.H.K to Sankt Maarten’s, to Port Ziencke, Ostafrika, where it will conduct naval exercises in the Indian Ocean before returning home to mainland Amerika. Although the most powerful weapon in Amerika’s arsenal, the H.K.S Donau will be escorted on it’s maiden voyage by four Boitzenburg Class Frigates, to ensure it’s security on the high seas.

This story is continued on Page 7

Expansion in Africa!

Upon the collapse of the Mesian Empire, Amerika seized on its opportunity and declared war on the Kenian Republic’s African Provinces. The Amerikanisch Afrikakorpen, with valiance and bravery not seen since the days of the War of 1806, routed the Kenian Army, already dismayed by the collapse of it’s nation, in a single four day battle outside of Windhoek, culminating in a vicious melee fight, in which the Afrikakorpen effectively shredded their opponets will to fight, inspiring a mass rout. Upon victory, the Afrikakorpen marched into the city afterwards unopposed. At this news, and facing the guns of the Afrikanen, the Kenian General surrendered to the Afrikakorpen, and has been exiled back to his fallen homeland along with Kenian soldiers who have surrendered, which has been occupied by the Eldenian Reich.

With the conquest of the new territories, the Free State of Namibie-Botswana has been created, and shall be given the same rights and investments as its sibling, the Free State of Ostafrika, on the other side of the continent. As of today, the Federal Government has announced that the Free State will have its own Parliament and State Constitution, and shall be given the ability to send the appropriate delegates to both the Congress of States and the National Parliament, along with their Ostafrikaner brethren, to ensure the principles of democracy is protected, even if it means travelling an ocean to voice grievances. Militarly speaking, the Free State will also raise two new Afrikakorpen [200,000 men] to police the Free State and safeguard it during wartime, in addition to a naval base and air base for the Kriegsmarine and Luftwaffe.

This story is continued on Page 5

Cultural Revolution Reshapes Amerika!

The crusade for a new cultural identity free of foreign influence has been boldly noted the past few days, when it has been announced that several cities and even states have opted to change foreign sounding names to those that are Amerikanisch in origin. Among them include; Jorvicksburg [Formerly Nieuw Amsterdamsburg], Tanasiek [Formerly Klagenfurt], Konackhagen [Formerly Pressburg], Sankt Fredericksburg [Formerly Brunswick], Algonkinslande [Formerly Hollande], Groenborg [Formerly Nassau], Asselie [Formerly Donau], and Wendatsylvania [Formerly Transylvania], among many other small villages and counties in the Greater Realm of the Amerikanen. As of now, debates across the Union are being held to replace virtually any name that is foreign in origins, with the intent to replace them with Amerikanisch names.

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Page 2 - The Mighty Donau - Bringing more firepower to the Kriegsmarine

Page 3 - Expansion in Africa a Probable Cause of Tension between Adruvia and Amerika

Page 4 - Origins of New Amerikanisch Names Explained

by **Grand Adruvain** » Wed Nov 30, 2016 4:22 pm

pro nobis, ut Deus,

Recipient: Minister of Foreign Affairs of Terra Austral
Sender: Lord Charles Bennington, Adruvish Minister of Foreign Affairs
Location: 21st Maple Street, Foreign Affairs Ministry, Waydon, Amuthland.
Subject: Dominion Status
Encryption level: Open to the public
Urgency: Fairly important

His Majesty, Augustus II of Lahnberg, and His Royal Government would like to officially extend the hand of friendship to the people of Terra Austral, in the form of a status of Dominion of the Adruvish Empire, as the people of our nations traditionally have shared a common history, religion and language, and not to long ago, the people of Terra Austral were citizens of the Adruvish Empire, subjects to the Adruvish Crown and Parliament.
Being a Dominion of the Adruvish Empire entitles you to the following.
-A shared Monarch, and an Independent Parliament
-The use of the Adruvish Rothal, and access to the Empire's Economy, and vice versa.
-Being a Dominion means you shall be defended by the Royal Navy, Army and Air force

Signatures

Augustus II of Lahnberg, King of Grand Adruvain and Northern Baleria
William Carlston, Prime Minister of Grand Adruvain and Northern Baleria
Charles Bennington, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Grand Adruvain and Northern Baleria

by **Aelvenia** » Wed Nov 30, 2016 4:53 pm

Riots Throughout Silesia!

A man in a suit sits down at a wooden desk that's in front of a large monitor that is currently displaying smoke rising from a far away city

"Good evening everyone. It appears things have gone from bad to worse as the small protests in Silesia have grown and turned into all out riots, with there being 200 reported cases of people injured in the ensuing chaos, so far, it appears no one has died, although that could very quickly change, as the rioters have set fire to many buildings and have attacked firefighters trying to put out the fires.

The Authorities are trying to take control of the situation but-"
A loud bang is heard as the man quickly gets up from his chair, clearly panicked. After a few moments another bang and people yelling "KILL THE AELVENIAN PIGS" is heard before a masked man comes into few and pulls the reporter out of view, the report is heard screaming but quickly goes silent as yet another bang booms through the speakers.
The program quickly turns to static for a few minutes before it switches to what appears to be a camcorder recording masked men in a fire fight with the police, the man recording records the fight for a moment before a loud BOOM is heard and he appears to drop the camera, the feed quickly switches to another recording and continues to do this for awhile before the feed shuts off completely, leaving nothing but static.

Pictures Taken of the Recordings

by **The Mighty Datlofian Empire** » Wed Nov 30, 2016 5:55 pm

To whatever politician this letter is received by
Your terms of Dominion are acceptable in our eyes. We will shortly make the announcement to our people. No matter how much we appreciate this however we fear that we will not be of much help, however we trust in your good judgement.This will herald a new era of both Advurian and Terra Austral and I look forward to working with you soon. On a unrelated note I wish to organize a trade for food to me and for me to give something within reason to you at your convenience.
Regards- Former King of Terra Austral John Smith

by **Confederation of imperial states** » Thu Dec 01, 2016 8:29 am

Tescko News Network: Online

Tesckoian Government Promises prosperity and growth in coming years

The Government of Tescko has promised it's people, which are numbered at around 154 million people spread out across the vast area of it's nation, that it will rise from the ashes of The Ismeili Caliphate. As Prime Minister Viktor Reznov says:

"Sadly with the fall of the Caphilate, the old, middle ages style og governing, many people were thrown into a sort of dark age of uncertainty. We will not follow the past, we are not idiotic enough to still kick around in the dirt with Ak 47s and fight Holy Wars, Our People Need Protection, and Africa needs help and guidance, especially after the second colonization age, and after Druzehscki's invasion, the world is afraid. We Will rise, and Tescko will become a Dominant power in Maghreb,both Militarily, and Economically".

Prime Minister Reznov has also voiced his pleasure in helping the Tesckoian Military get it's feet, and how it will become a dominant force within the World stage. He also is hoping to work with the Scotatrovan President, to both protect and Benefit Africa in the coming years.

Former Ismeili Militants fall back after rumors of monsters

Today a lighter turn of events took place, when Tesckoian HEavy Infantry moved in to liberate the town of abker, which had been held by remnants of the Ismeili Caliphate after their fall. The Town had been kept under a strict Shiite', guideline, with executions and other religious practices held to a high standard. However, along with parallel offensives in Niger, and southern Chad, The Tesckoian Heavy Infantry moved into the town with a Blitz like strategy. The Ismeili Militants, morale having been crushed, and how being attacked, were caught off guard. After suffering around 265 deaths, and even more wounded, they fled the town into the southern frontier. The Tesckoian High Military Commander, 'Var Stal', has promised:

"We will not have any citizen of Tescko living under Islamic Extremism, corrupting not only the religion, byt murdering people from the ways of a Government that failed because of it's principles. Tescko will thrive, and we will continue to press the offensive against the Ismeili remnants in the coming days, weeks, and hopefully months. We will not falter, but they will".

However strangely, in Southern Niger, an assault group was found beaten, butchered, and torn apart by what looks to be a monstrous attack from animals. However even though the torn tendons, and muscle tissue, along with breaks in bones that could only be caused by the true blunt force of a monster, the Tesckoian Government has stated it was a strange form of execution done by the Ismeili remnants. Though many Conspirators believe that this is the world of some sort of 'Monster', that had done the same to other Assault Groups of Ismeilis, the Tesckoian Government denies the claims as nonsense.

Only time will tell what is truly the cause of these attacks, aswell as what will develp in the Nation's southern regions in the coming weeks.

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