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No players are forbidden from posting here. All are welcome, providing your RPing skills are good and you post well. Now, without further ado:
Cykov, 9:15 P.M.
It was a cold Summer evening. All evenings were cold in Cykovia. General Sergei Zhelezov was quite sure that everything was cold here. The land, the women, the people. The Land of Ice and Snow was not a forgiving place. The people must be tough to survive. And General Sergei Zhelezov certainly wanted to survive. And that is why he was here. President Andrei Yusuf had just passed away of testicular cancer while still in office. President Andrei Yusuf was weak and a fool, yet somehow he was managing to keep the country together. Cykovia, after the communists were removed, was weak. Its military was small, its government was tedious, and the people were angry. Riots took place upon the streets regularly in protest against the regime. There was no pacifying the people of Cykovia. It was only a matter of time before a full revolt was to happen.
And that would mean death and destruction. States would split away and warlords would take control. That could never happen, and General Zhelezov swore on his honour that he wouldn't allow it. His nation was his life, and to preserve his life he needed to take drastic action. Some would criticize him for this, but it was necessary for the state. Otherwise, his people would be ripped apart by anarchy, and he loved them too much for that to happen.
So, he was to take action. And that action was to be executed now, at 9:15 P.M. in Cykov on a cold Summer evening. The action? He and a force of 300 good men in black uniforms were to march into the Cykovian parliament and take command of the Republic. General Zhelezov, soon to become Khozyain Zhelezov, had masterminded a scheme alongside several politicians and generals that would result in the military taking no action to stop him, and Cykovian MPs delaying parliament long enough and causing enough strife to divide parliament, allowing General Zhelezov to simply march in and take command at 9:15 PM.
And Zhelezov's golden pocket watch struck 9:15. He looked up and smiled in satisfaction. He raised a whistle to his lips and blew. The 300 Chernorubashechniki paramilitary troops looked up and broke into a run, sprinting towards Parliament with AK-74Ms in their hands. Within minutes they had burst down the door and were forcing servants to the floor. And no police officers were there to stop them. Another part of Zhelezov's plan was moving the police force out of the Houses of Parliament. Soon the Chernorubashechniki were advancing into the Chamber, with Zhelezov at their head. Several officers had taken their men into the other rooms and corridors to find and arrest potential troublemakers, as he had commanded. Now, he and his men were in the Chamber, rifles pointed at the seats, where the MPs sat in shocked silence, staring at Zhelezov and his black-clad soldiers, who had just burst into the Chamber during a meeting regarding the future of the nation.
"Gentlemen. Some of you may recognise me as General Zhelezov. Others may not know who I am. Yet from this moment on, I am to become possibly the most important man in your lives. You see, I have been planning this ever since President Yusuf was diagnosed with cancer. Under his rule, Cykovia was weak and divided beneath him. Now he is gone, and Cykovia is left without a leader. All of you squabble and argue about the smallest of matters. None of you are fit to rule. None of you understand the military or the soldiers who fight out there to keep you, you pack of hens, in control of the state. I do. The strong should control the weak, not the other way around. I am strong. You are weak. Therefore I am taking over."
A fat, tall man with a grey moustache and a balding combover stood up, his cheeks turning a violent shade of purple. "ZHELEZOV! What do you think you're doing?! This is a respectable and powerful establishment! Move your black-buttocked brigands out of this Chamber IMMEDIATELY!" He was gripping his desk so hard that his chubby knuckles were turning white. "Leave this place and I might keep you out of jail!"
Zhelezov turned and gave him a strange look. "I didn't ask you, you obese excuse for a Prime Minister. I am in command here, not you. Your policemen are not here to coddle you anymore. Only one of the two of us is going to jail, and it isn't me." He glared at him, then turned to his men. More Chernorubashechniki reinforcements had arrived while he was speaking, all fully armed. "Herd these chickens out of my Chamber, please. The horsecrap they exude is killing my brain cells." And so they did, and soon the MPs were all gone, along with the Chernorubashechniki, leaving only General Zhelezov in the Chamber. He took a moment to reflect on his victory before turning and leaving the room. I am a God. I have removed the weak fools from power, and now I and my friends are in control. The military can protect and rule the people while I get all the treaties signed and the Grand Council established. Then, I can work towards a stronger state, and an ideal home for the Cykovian people. He saluted an officer and left the room. The cold air hit his face, the cold air he had waited in only moments before, and he smiled. Things would change in the Land of Ice and Snow, and a glorious new future awaited, with Khozyain Sergei Zhelezov at its head.
Chernorubashechniki Officers today at the Signing of the Constitution.
"Hello and welcome to CBC Today, with your host, Georgi Sheyenko. Today, in Cykov, General Sergei Zhelezov signed the new Cykovian Constitution and the Iron Treaty with the politicians he allied with before Parliament's fall, establishing the Grand Council of Cykovia in place of Parliament, and General Zhelezov as Khozyain of Cykovia. The new government promised a stronger people and a stronger military, which would make up the new government. For more information, we move to our correspondent in Cykov, Zlatan Kandinski."
Khozyain Zhelezov today, interviewed after the Signing of the Treaty.
"Thanks, Georgi. Today, in the capital, mass military marches and rallies have been taking place in support of the new Grand Council, attended and cheered on by hundreds of thousands of Cykovian loyal to the new Khozyain. Vigilantes and paramilitary organisations have patrolled the streets in search of communists, anarchists and Yusuf loyalists. Some former MPs who escaped from Parliament had been found and beaten, then dragged off to prison. Gunshots occasionally ring off as citizens combat "revolutionaries" seeking to destroy all that the new Cykovian nation stands for. Yet despite the lynchings and gunfights, a certain problem remains: breakaway states. Certain states of the old Federation have broken away from the new Republic, sending troops into Cykovia to restore the old government. The old Prime Minister, Kravchenko, currently leads an army of traitors determined to strike out at Khozyain Zhelezov. The army has been fighting these villains, but they still remain an issue. What the new government shall do to them is yet to be seen. Yet whatever happens, the people shall stay strong! Raduysya Cykovia! Radusya Zhelezov!"
Chernorubashechniki on Parade today in Cykov.
It was a cold Summer evening. All evenings were cold in Cykovia. General Sergei Zhelezov was quite sure that everything was cold here. The land, the women, the people. The Land of Ice and Snow was not a forgiving place. The people must be tough to survive. And General Sergei Zhelezov certainly wanted to survive. And that is why he was here. President Andrei Yusuf had just passed away of testicular cancer while still in office. President Andrei Yusuf was weak and a fool, yet somehow he was managing to keep the country together. Cykovia, after the communists were removed, was weak. Its military was small, its government was tedious, and the people were angry. Riots took place upon the streets regularly in protest against the regime. There was no pacifying the people of Cykovia. It was only a matter of time before a full revolt was to happen.
And that would mean death and destruction. States would split away and warlords would take control. That could never happen, and General Zhelezov swore on his honour that he wouldn't allow it. His nation was his life, and to preserve his life he needed to take drastic action. Some would criticize him for this, but it was necessary for the state. Otherwise, his people would be ripped apart by anarchy, and he loved them too much for that to happen.
So, he was to take action. And that action was to be executed now, at 9:15 P.M. in Cykov on a cold Summer evening. The action? He and a force of 300 good men in black uniforms were to march into the Cykovian parliament and take command of the Republic. General Zhelezov, soon to become Khozyain Zhelezov, had masterminded a scheme alongside several politicians and generals that would result in the military taking no action to stop him, and Cykovian MPs delaying parliament long enough and causing enough strife to divide parliament, allowing General Zhelezov to simply march in and take command at 9:15 PM.
And Zhelezov's golden pocket watch struck 9:15. He looked up and smiled in satisfaction. He raised a whistle to his lips and blew. The 300 Chernorubashechniki paramilitary troops looked up and broke into a run, sprinting towards Parliament with AK-74Ms in their hands. Within minutes they had burst down the door and were forcing servants to the floor. And no police officers were there to stop them. Another part of Zhelezov's plan was moving the police force out of the Houses of Parliament. Soon the Chernorubashechniki were advancing into the Chamber, with Zhelezov at their head. Several officers had taken their men into the other rooms and corridors to find and arrest potential troublemakers, as he had commanded. Now, he and his men were in the Chamber, rifles pointed at the seats, where the MPs sat in shocked silence, staring at Zhelezov and his black-clad soldiers, who had just burst into the Chamber during a meeting regarding the future of the nation.
"Gentlemen. Some of you may recognise me as General Zhelezov. Others may not know who I am. Yet from this moment on, I am to become possibly the most important man in your lives. You see, I have been planning this ever since President Yusuf was diagnosed with cancer. Under his rule, Cykovia was weak and divided beneath him. Now he is gone, and Cykovia is left without a leader. All of you squabble and argue about the smallest of matters. None of you are fit to rule. None of you understand the military or the soldiers who fight out there to keep you, you pack of hens, in control of the state. I do. The strong should control the weak, not the other way around. I am strong. You are weak. Therefore I am taking over."
A fat, tall man with a grey moustache and a balding combover stood up, his cheeks turning a violent shade of purple. "ZHELEZOV! What do you think you're doing?! This is a respectable and powerful establishment! Move your black-buttocked brigands out of this Chamber IMMEDIATELY!" He was gripping his desk so hard that his chubby knuckles were turning white. "Leave this place and I might keep you out of jail!"
Zhelezov turned and gave him a strange look. "I didn't ask you, you obese excuse for a Prime Minister. I am in command here, not you. Your policemen are not here to coddle you anymore. Only one of the two of us is going to jail, and it isn't me." He glared at him, then turned to his men. More Chernorubashechniki reinforcements had arrived while he was speaking, all fully armed. "Herd these chickens out of my Chamber, please. The horsecrap they exude is killing my brain cells." And so they did, and soon the MPs were all gone, along with the Chernorubashechniki, leaving only General Zhelezov in the Chamber. He took a moment to reflect on his victory before turning and leaving the room. I am a God. I have removed the weak fools from power, and now I and my friends are in control. The military can protect and rule the people while I get all the treaties signed and the Grand Council established. Then, I can work towards a stronger state, and an ideal home for the Cykovian people. He saluted an officer and left the room. The cold air hit his face, the cold air he had waited in only moments before, and he smiled. Things would change in the Land of Ice and Snow, and a glorious new future awaited, with Khozyain Sergei Zhelezov at its head.
Chernorubashechniki Officers today at the Signing of the Constitution.
"Hello and welcome to CBC Today, with your host, Georgi Sheyenko. Today, in Cykov, General Sergei Zhelezov signed the new Cykovian Constitution and the Iron Treaty with the politicians he allied with before Parliament's fall, establishing the Grand Council of Cykovia in place of Parliament, and General Zhelezov as Khozyain of Cykovia. The new government promised a stronger people and a stronger military, which would make up the new government. For more information, we move to our correspondent in Cykov, Zlatan Kandinski."
Khozyain Zhelezov today, interviewed after the Signing of the Treaty.
"Thanks, Georgi. Today, in the capital, mass military marches and rallies have been taking place in support of the new Grand Council, attended and cheered on by hundreds of thousands of Cykovian loyal to the new Khozyain. Vigilantes and paramilitary organisations have patrolled the streets in search of communists, anarchists and Yusuf loyalists. Some former MPs who escaped from Parliament had been found and beaten, then dragged off to prison. Gunshots occasionally ring off as citizens combat "revolutionaries" seeking to destroy all that the new Cykovian nation stands for. Yet despite the lynchings and gunfights, a certain problem remains: breakaway states. Certain states of the old Federation have broken away from the new Republic, sending troops into Cykovia to restore the old government. The old Prime Minister, Kravchenko, currently leads an army of traitors determined to strike out at Khozyain Zhelezov. The army has been fighting these villains, but they still remain an issue. What the new government shall do to them is yet to be seen. Yet whatever happens, the people shall stay strong! Raduysya Cykovia! Radusya Zhelezov!"
Chernorubashechniki on Parade today in Cykov.
OOC: For clarification, Zhelezov is an Italian Fascist, not a Nazi.
