Trademarks/roles of life in your nation

[The Grand World Order]

This is the thread for people to post things that describe things that are almost always present in life in their nation.

For example...


THE GWO CITIZEN (Who typically act and look like D-fens from Falling Down, minus the extreme violence off over the tiniest things)


"Shut up, pussy."

The GWO Citizen represents the typical member of the Federation's populace. Tie-wearing, usually laid-back/calm, smart, cynical, and crazy as hell when they snap. Mildly racist, they don't tolerate bullshit or pussyfooting. They will not accept THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER.


THE ENFORCER


"Four-one-five, malcontents, sector one-nine... JESUS CHRIST, 10-40, 10-40"

The Enforcer represents the law enforcement body of the GWO. Overbearing, dominant, and happy with their work while having an honest love for the law. When off duty, most are, obviously, THE GWO CITIZEN. If you're THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER, this is your mortal enemy.


THE 1955 CROWN VICTORIA


"Move your damn pinko pussy car before I ram this 3-ton machine through it!"

If you live in the GWO, chances are, your car looks something like that. Otherwise, you're bound to get on the bad side of THE GWO CITIZEN. Or, you're THE RICH PERSON. Or, you're poor. Or, you're THE ENFORCER on duty. Or, you're the REVOLUTIONARY CHE-LOVER.


THE RICH PERSON


"Pardon me for being late, I was just making a fuckton more money than you will ever make."

Rich, void from most of the other trademarks of GWO society. Not hated by anyone but THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER.


THE ELECTROBATON


"Get the hell outta' here."

Unless you're THE RICH PERSON, you've probably felt or seen these in action. These go right along with THE ENFORCER, who use them to no end against people like THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER.


THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER


(Hey look, it's Che- DEAD, BAHAHAHAHA)
"FOR DA PROLETARIAT"

You think you're special. You think you're going to heroically fight against the evil forces of tyranny. You think you'll kill the Grand Commander. In all likelihood, you'll end up getting raped by Bubba in prison, or, more likely, with your body filled with lead from THE ENFORCER as well as pissed off THE CITIZEN (Who will actually probably snap your spine with a baseball bat). Your molotovs are inferior to a 12.7x99mm round fired from an Riot Suppression Attack Vehicle. You are gullible. You probably want to get a little Asian eco-friendly car. You are a failure.


THE CIVILIAN MILITIAMAN/PISSED OFF GWO CITIZEN


"I'll give you some fuckin' liberation, communist slutbag!"

Now you've done it. You've pissed off THE GWO CITIZEN, or you're an invader. You're in trouble. You're going to be in some major pain in the next few moments, which will most likely be the last of your life. You know you've fucked up when you encounter one of these.


THE SOLDIER


"I'm about to dish out some divine justice, sir!"

THE SOLDIER is typically a young adult, fiercely patriotic, care free, and will not hesitate to beat the hell out of THE REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER. Often, after serving internally or abroad, THE SOLDIER will become THE ENFORCER, or, if they become severely jaded in their service, THE GOVERNMENT SHADOW. THE SOLDIER can be compared to a big dog- friendly and helpful, but horridly ruthless when angered, somewhat like a far more patriotic version of the GWO CITIZEN.


THE GOVERNMENT SHADOW


"We have no recollection or special note of any event fitting that description."

These are the sneaky bastards that enforce the Order's will everywhere, including outside of the nation's borders, occasionally. While nobody typically knows who they are, some people just have a gut feeling that someone's out there. Of course, there are more public forms of the GOVERNMENT SHADOW, such as the Federal Guard and the Directorate of Reconnaissance and Intelligence, but many who fit this role are indeed secret. The REVOLUTIONARY CHE LOVER will cry to no end that there's a massive conspiracy regarding these people, but nobody believes them, right? Effectively, the GOVERNMENT SHADOW is a sinister, evil mix of THE SOLDIER and THE ENFORCER.

[Beth Gellert]

Compared to citizens of the GWO (which they have to reference by acronym if they want to get anything else done for the rest of the day, besides wetting themselves and gasping for air), citizens of the Indian Soviet Commonwealth of Beddgelert are renowned for getting pissed off over tiny things. Fascists, for instance. As Strabo said of the ancestors of two-fifths of the Soviet populace, the Geletians': "The whole race, which is now called Gallic or Galatic, is madly fond of war, high-spirited and quick to battle, but otherwise straightforward and not of evil character. For at any time or place and on whatever pretext you stir them up, you will have them ready to face danger, even if they have nothing on their side but their own strength and courage."


"What'd that bitch say about my little car?"
The Excitable Geletian.

On the other hand, day to day life is extremely laid-back. In most of the Commonwealth, it's too damned hot to work once we've done enough to provide food, shelter, and booze. Despite two decades in which economic growth rates have been inside the top 0.3% in the multiverse, the Soviet economy still produces less material than most 'leading' economies, though its people are better educated, live longer, and spend tens of percent more time relaxing. It is, perhaps, unofficially symbolic of Beddgelen life that workers in a high-tech economy can often be found kicking back in the sun en masse with spiced ale and strong wine, watching cricket or Geletian rules football, after a hard four or five hour's work, satisfied to have done their bit because everyone would rather go home early and make do with the commune's old TV than start building omfg-plasmagasms and stay for a couple more hours. The Soviet Commune is officially committed to proving the industrial might of the Chivo-Igovian Communist economic model and preparing the nation for The Final Conflict in which the global bourgeoisies is exterminated, but in practice... this is the most formal that the Chairman of the Council of State can bring himself to be:


"A neck-tie is just a noose, lighten up or get the stroke over with and we'll be seeing you."
Pff, That'll Do.

A significant portion of the Geletian populace makes its Pantisocratic Phalansteries -democratic communes- in the traditional manner (regard Excitable Geletian image), all be it with solar tiles here, wind turbines and micro hydro-plants there. Similarly, centuries of Indian palace-building experience in the unhappy service of long-dismembered lords and masters have enabled the rest of the populace to make their communities palatial, adorned with hand-worked freezes and statues, putting the mansions of rich men in their feeble context next to these great palaces of the people. Perhaps Beddgelens are in some sense more genuine conservatives, driven by a history in which they continue to live.


"Also, if we keep it how it was, we can get back to sitting around in it."
It It Ain't Broke, Steal It.

Despite being pretty much happy with stuff, and that, and perhaps due to the influence of The Excitable Geletian, Beddgelen students in particular have a habit of causing mischief. People pretty much just accept this, perhaps because the older generations remember kicking the bejesus out of the Princely Constabulary back in '82, when they proved that no matter how much shiny black body armour you're wearing, and how big is your electric sex baton, six molotovs and a cricket bat can still make you see sense. Even today student riots continue to shape Soviet society, as more than a thousand foreigners were recently killed for being despicable fat wastrels who're wrecking the biosphere and infringing on other people's free time and personal dignity. Society can't progress without students, there'll always be more students, and (some) students will always be fired-up young people, and repressing them costs money and makes them angrier and less well integrated, so...


"What do we want? Something to complain about! "
Why Fight Students?

[The Grand World Order]

(Bump)

[Avenio]

Unlike the citizens of the abefore-mentioned fascist country, the average Avenese, if he does in fact own a car (usually reserved for couriers or ambulance drivers) will look like this;


"Why get a car when I can fit all of my groceries in the basket on my bicycle?"
The Land of No Cars

In Avenio, most cities are connected via maglev trains or hydrogen-fuel cell powered buses, so in the rare occasion that a privately owned vehicle passes by their street, the average Avenese will rush inside to grab his/her camera and take a picture, for the posterity of showing off the time he saw his first car.

Most Avenese generally use a bicycle for puttering around town and picking up groceries or supplies at the local farmers market and picking up a snack at the crêperie, when longer trips are needed, they usually take their bikes to the nearest government-funded Skyrail (maglev) station and carry it with them on the train, utilizing specially designed bike compartments to keep them secure.

Naturally, the first thing an Avenese tourist does when on vacation is rent the biggest SUV or truck humanly possible (After buying enough carbon credits to fund a small country) just to gawk at it.


"Hey! You! Yes, you in the yellow shirt! I saw you drop that wrapper, pick it up and put it in the garbage. Now!"
The Land of Violent Environmentalism and Hippies

There have been many examples of violent action caused by a perceived lack of environmental regulation, starting with the October Revolution in 1989, followed by the April Revolution, the August Revolution, and the Just-After February Revolution and so on, and so forth until having a Revolution was just an excuse to drink too much wine and yell at the police about the destruction of the yellow-chested thrush and the repressment of the proletariat.

Traveler's to Avenio must be extremely cautious about disposing of their refuse in the right receptacle, or else one might get a sternly written letter from the local environmental militia or, in the case of blatant disregard for environmental protocol, an angry pitchfork-weilding mob (since guns are illegal) at your hotel doorstep, at which point the hotel staff will cheerfully hoist you out the nearest window into the mob's hands.


"Does this powdered wig match my petticoat?"
The 19th Century Timewarp

Avenio's culture, due to a combination of its relative isolation and bred French stubbornness, is stuck in a time warp back to the 19th century, almost every town has its own government-funded chamber ensemble, thus solving the ever-present problem of out of work artists that frequently paralyzed Avenese cities in the past. As a consequence of classical music's zombie-like reanimation, the local hipsters, sadly enough, are not wearing skinny jeans or dying their hair orange, no, in Avenio, they look something like this;



Because of this crime against modern world fashion, many foreign travellers, upon seeing a crowd of these hipsters coming upon in a cafe or park will promptly grab a match and gas can, (if they can find one) immolate themselves and jump off of a bridge rather than associate with them. This in turn has created a new fad amongst said hipsters, and it is a common sight in some of the suburban areas to see young, powdered wig clad teenagers running around on fire before jumping off of the nearest low bridge into a body of water before repeating the process.

[Wakenfield]

Weccanfeld is a big country. Too big, even. One can live many different lives in Weccanfeld, so to attempt to lump the cosmopolitian lives of Coastal Weccanfeld with those of the Farming Interior, or god forbid, the perverse possibly satanic inbred families way off the beaten track. But it is worth a try I suppose.

So let's say, this is you:

You're fairly badass, totally not a member of the French legion, though you did have a brief run with these guys.

Yes, you've had your national service. There wasn't any opt out like in 'liberal' nations. Unsurprisingly you'll see of a lot of these guys in your average day, since you need to be protected by communists (!!!) and those asshole kings down in the unfree south. And criminals. And Yourself. No problems, of course, as long as you pay your completely voluntary independent direct contribution to them.

So, you wake up and head to work. You wonder what great car you get...



Hey that's pretty awesome actually. Much better than the other option, at least:



So, chugging along, taking in some of the local brand of architecture you eventually to your workplace, which in all likelihood is either going to be this or this, or maybe this.

Ok I'm bored now because I have absolutely no idea what this thread is about exactly besides picturespam.

[History land]

In History Land what cars do we have



Hummer



Buicks as well these are the main cars you see in History Land.


Also alot of this



Rolex watches are still expensive.

Anywyay we are not enviormentalist what you see here we have alot of.



Offshore Oil drilling for the win.

Anyway



Upper Class-Higly Respected because there rich
Middle Class-Respected by Upper Class Respects the Upper Class and are friends with them

Lower Class- All who failed and nobody likes them but hires them anyway but pays them a low wage due to "no work experince"

That`s Kinda it so far

[New Olwe]

After searching long and hard (pun intended), New Olwe's government was unable to locate appropriate/inoffensive images of daily life in New Olwe, which can be summed up best by one word:

Sex. Lots and lots of sex. On streets, in cars, on rooftops, wherever.

[Sortmark]

http://images.google.com/hosted/life/l? ... N%26um%3D1

Modern military motorization in most of Sortmark

http://www.malagent.com/wp-content/uplo ... _truck.jpg

And in the wealthier parts

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Everyday activities for the military class

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Life for the lower classes. It may have to do with the constant raiding and looting.

http://comps.fotosearch.com/comp/ICN/IC ... 010208.jpg

But without the constant warfare... where would the loot come from?

[Tiurabo]

Special Service Operatives. Like black and distinctive tattoos.


Supercows, a staple and major export, require aircraft and small tanks to be herded effectively.


Common national pastimes include:

[Third Spanish States]

4chan.tv Anonymous

Think Jackass from MTV, think /b/. Think about people doing LULZ in real life and you'd have an idea of how the youth movement known as "Anonymous" looks like. 4chan.tv is a mainstream television channel in the Confederacy, and the consequences of such fact, evident.



Anarchist Militias

Several groups that take things more seriously than Anons, militias are usually armed with submachineguns, pistols, bolt-action or semi-automatic rifles or shotguns, and tend to flock to the MilNet every time a call comes for volunteers to fight against tyranny and exploitation. During times of peace, they tend to perform vigilante duties, seeking out the "enemies of freedom": common criminals, conspirators planning coups to form their own tyrannies and foreign spies to fascist, stalinist and capitalist interests. The less respected among the militias, according to the cultural mindset, are the ANTIFAS, who are claimed to not be courageous enough to face real threats in firefights, and instead pick on minorities of neonazi groups for street fights.



Average people

The average inhabitant of the Confederacy is politically aware and more generous in comparison to many capitalistic societies, but at the same time heavily hedonistic, normally addicted to some drug, normally overweight and oblivious to the meaning of prudishness. With the "worktable" being usually of 4 hours per day due to the heavily automated nature of their society, they have enough time to participate of its direct democracy and to pursuit their pleasures.



Freelancers

Self-employed Vigilantes, bounty hunters and mercenaries among others in the "grey area" of morality, looking for opportunities to make some cash without having to share it with anyone, they are among the most individualistic subcultures of the Confederacy, and the least worried about ideological matters, having no problems to get missions and bounties overseas, as long as the contractor isn't a dictatorship.



Blackguards

Blackguards are the most elite forces of the MilNet, prodigy men and women who volunteered for becoming the vanguard of freedom back when they were only twelve years old, for no adults are allowed in the Blackguards, and who endured nearly a decade of harsh trainings and exercises without giving up, being molded into people extremely different from the hedonistic, anonymous and druggie masses, people who willingly forsake personal pleasures, peace and perhaps even their sanity(in certain ways) for a cause they follow with a near fanatical devotion, shaped into the best of the best, and among their small numbers, a small subculture do exist, one based on self-discipline, self-sacrifice and cooperation. Although they are difficult to be spotted when off-duty, whenever someone comes to help first than anyone else in an emergency, such person likely is a Blackguard, and messing with one is signing a 100% guaranteed death warrant. Due to certain elements of their training that are considered questionable, many of them have or acquire paraphilias, specially sadism, for the misfortune of thugs who try to play with them

They are also considered the "top of the gene pool" in the Confederacy. Spy Blackguards are usually female, and as devoid of prudishness, if not more, than average people in the Confederacy, for they have to use all means necessary to gather information from those gullible through pleasure, including their own bodies. Spy Blackguards don't have a standard uniform, instead blending amidst the civilian population of the country where they are performing their operations.

[Arivada]

Well in the big cities New york style traffic and highly armed cops patrolling the streets.

Some Police patrolling
And some cop gang/terriorist/rebels.MOst people countiniue with there day.

In suburbs/small cities smooth traffic,lighter armed cops patrolling

A standrd police officer on his motorcycle in a small city
and probley people jogging etc.

[Sorgan]

THE CITIZEN
http://img.neoseeker.com/ca/cc_red_alert_3_conceptart_L4KMD.jpg
Due to cold days a night they tend to wear woolly jackets and hats. And some like to go a little be overboard my staying in touch with the nations founding ideology citizens are also very paranoid so a citizen carrying a rifle is no big deal.

THE ORE MINING INDUSTRY:
http://theirishgamers.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/ra3game-2008-08-04-16-48-20-59.jpg
All night and all day this where the lower-class work operating the machines and keeping things in check. Only the upper-class actually get to control the corporation.

THE CORPORATE DOUCHE BAG:
http://www.ecologicliving.ca/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/ceo.jpg
Basically those scaly,pale,devious lizard men your mother always warned you about. Other then that pretty self-explanatory.

THE FREE MARKET PARADISE
http://www.sky-chaser.com/image/outdoors/outtorml.jpg
Is the name of the biggest mall in Sorgan

THE ECONOMY
http://historyofeconomics.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/bad-economy.jpg
Has gone a good deal down the toilet.

THE WHITE SUPREMEST:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ATnOmiGPsQ/RvXIprT6xcI/AAAAAAAABdw/XLcxChKxbwg/s400/white+supremist.jpg
Every body hates them

THE ANGRY DRIVER:
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Equivalent to the Pissed off GWO citizen.

[The RSU]

THE PROLETARIAN



"My life for the Union!"

The common citizen of the Rykovian Soviet Union, proletarians are what the Premier publicly describes as "the gears of the Soviet Union" and not-so-publicly describes as "expendable". Dressed in blue jumpsuits - although fur ushankas, coats and waterproof materials are distributed depending on the weather - as according to Soviet clothing laws, the proleterians are the most patriotic members of the population, having been exposed to the Soviet propaganda machine from birth. Rounds of applause following a Party broadcast have been recorded to last up to twenty minutes, although whether this is due to genuine approval or the threat of the ever-present agents of the Secret Police is debatable.

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THE COLLECTIVE FARMER



"My God, what I'd give for a cigarette..."

The agricultural labourers of the Rykovian Soviet Union live comparatively unrestrained lives. Toiling away in collective farms miles away from the urban cities, the lowly farmer mostly escapes the gaze of the Party - although unannounced Militsiya inquisitions are not uncommon.

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THE PARTY MEMBER



"Remember, Comrade; I can have you shipped to a Gulag on a whim."

The Communist Party of the RSU (CPRSU) is the highest authority in the entire Union. Obtaining membership in the prestigous People's Party is notoriously difficult; the candidate process involves extensive background checks, psychological examinations and loyalty tests. Inside the Party, institutionalised bureacracy and intentionally-overlapping roles keep the officials divided and leave the leadership of the the General Secretary unchecked.

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THE PEOPLE'S MILITSIYA



"Halt! Civil clothing violation!"

The Police Force of the Rykovian Soviet Union, the People's Militsiya are in reality but another arm of the Party; maintaing Law and Order while purging dissidents. Armed with rifles and submachine guns - while fully authorised to open fire at their own discretion - their formidable presence on the streets has resulted in an almost non-existant crime rate.

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THE SECRET POLICE



"Omnipotent. Omnipresent. Omniscient."

The most infamous sector of the Administration, the People's Commissariat for Internal Affairs (NKVD) are above the Party and above the Law. Answerable only to the People's Commissar for Internal Affairs or the Premier, the NKVD actively seek out and destroy all counter-revolutionary elements in the Motherland. An Officer of the NKVD is able to summarily execute any anti-Socialist traitor at his own discretion, and - with the proper authorisation - can even detain a near-untouchable Party official. A massive recruitment surge and increased funding has resulted in the NKVD expanding to an immense size, and there are some who fear - although smartly keeping these concerns to themselves - that the organisation wields more power than the Administration itself.

[North Suran]

Special Service Operatives. Like black and distinctive tattoos.

I feel inclined to point out the obvious issue of having your Secret Police operatives receive distinctive and highly conspicous tattoos.

[Vetalia]

Vetalians are, to a tee, hard-working people bedecked in 1950's fashions (nobody knows why...) and focused on making money as quickly as possible. They are also incorrigible chain-smokers, supercilliously polite, and more than willing to backstab an ally that has become too weak to support any longer.

I need to find some good images...I figure Don Draper would be a good start.

[Jeuna]

The free gentleman.

[Shinkadomayaka]

CITIZEN
I LOVE MY COUNTRY!Actually, I don't...(gunshot)

The main citizen of Shinkadomayaka, these people must work for THE EMPORER and do whatever he says or face the wrath of THE SHADOWS.
They are typically filthy and die at an average age of 48.

GOVERNER
The people are revolting? Yes, I know. They all need baths.

These people manage projects for THE EMPORER in their local areas, and hire SOLDIERS and POLICE for their area. Hand picked by THE EMPORER.

SOLDIERS
I don't like you.(Gunshot)

These are the people that fight for THE EMPORER. They conquer other areas to expand Shinkadomayaka. Usually become POLICE or SHADOWS when they retire. Occasionaly become GOVERNERS.

POLICE
(Gunshot)

Picked by their local GOVERNER, they work to keep the CITIZENS in line and kill REVOLUTIONARIES. Sometimes graduate to become SHADOWS.

THE SHADOWS
Obey the Emporer or die!

These people are picked by their local GOVERNER or THE EMPORER to kill REVOLUTIONARIES and serve the government.

REVOLUTIONARIES
ALLAH!

These people are trying to get a democracy and free the slav- I mean the CITIZENS. They are executed by THE SHADOWS or POLICE.

THE EMPORER
Is this silk from China? No?(Gunshot)

The ruler of Shinkadomayaka, chooses GOVERNERS and is served by SOLDIERS and SHADOWS.

[Tiurabo]

Special Service Operatives. Like black and distinctive tattoos.

I feel inclined to point out the obvious issue of having your Secret Police operatives receive distinctive and highly conspicous tattoos.

Wherein does that header have the word 'secret'?

[Arroza]

The Average Arrozan Citizen : A relaxed laid back kinda guy, the standard Arrozan citizen loves many things. American Football, Their Country, the water and beaches, and each other. Their immigrant ancestry and intermingling lead them to form a distinctly unique look and style.

Heroes of the Nation:

Fishermen : These stalwarts of the sea brave storms and dangerous animals in order to bring the population of Arroza all the fresh seafood they can have without depleting the resources of the areas in which they fish. Aquaculturists count as well, but they're not treated like real fishermen.

Lifeguards : Every Arrozan citizen over 13 probably has a story that starts with "So there I was off the beach, and man I thought I was a goner when..." The reason they're telling you this story is that they were saved by the ever vigilant eyes of the Ocean Watch, a year-round job that trains only the best of swimmers, boaters, and other water savior related activities.

Villains of the Nation:

Inlanders : Being away from the ocean is a fate worse than inprosonment for most Arrozans. So the residents who voluntarily move inland, away from the seas and oceans of Arroza are treated with scorn and looked down on. Most of them don't do much to rid themselves of that poor reputation. Most Arrozans just wish they would stay inland forever, away from their beautiful coast.

[Techno-Soviet]

The Average Person


"Eh, the fuck are you doing ragging on my style, mate? I'd have a word to pop one on you right between the eyes if I had my gauss on me."

The average citizen of the Soviet Technocracy is usually loaded up with cybernetic or genetic enhancements, with very few unmodified humans being citizens. (Indeed there are very humans period, most of them are military.) Most of the time, these people are doing one of three things: Working for the corporation of which they are employed, enjoying some time 'frolicking' with their friends and spouses or going on a murderous rampage against some of the lesser-off, poor folk of the local ghetto.

They are generally a bit mentally 'unbalanced', being prone to random outbursts of violence and quite redundant in their speech. They're also usually quite narcissistic and sarcastic, they're certainly not afraid to say how they feel about someone out loud and in public. Despite these very antisocial, sometimes bordering on sociopathic tendancies, you'd rarely see a citizen of the Technocracy engage in any sort of deviant, fetishistic, violent or otherwise inappropriate behaviours unless you were of course a citizen yourself.

The Poor Person


"Penny for the pauper, please sir, else I'll have to gut ya' and my knife is real rusty."

Usually if you're this person, you've probably had a few nasty run ins with the Corporate Enforcer, The Vigilante or the Average Person; or you know someone who's suffered an 'accident' at the hands of either one. Generally, you're looked down upon...greatly. You're oppressed, repressed and possessed like an item rather than a person. No one treats you with any real respect because you don't work for a corporation, you don't make six or seven figures a year and you certainly don't bathe every day.

Regardless of these terrible conditions in which you live, with the threat of death being every day (disease, pissed-off Average Person, pissed-off Vigilante, etc.); you're one of the more sane people in the Technocracy, despite usually being almost as heavily armed as the average Allanean, someone who can see the obvious corruption and facades of decency. You're usually the person who will give advice to foreingers who are looking to tour the Technocracy, telling them who to steer clear of in exchange for a small amount of money or food; generally the tourist gets the better end of the deal because you'll end up being beaten by the Corporate Enforcer when no one is looking.

The Luddite


"You there, do you like technology? If you say yes, we totally won't be impaling you on that huge, rusty spike outside and spraying you down with liquid nitrogen and use your corpse to cool those delicious alcoholic drinks you're having. Honest!"

You hate technology, robots, cybernetics and everything it's ever done. You're not sure why you hate it, but you do, only because your crazy religion tells you. You think you're going to bring out a revolution by destroying the foundations of the 'evil' Technocracy, you probably have wet dreams involving killing the leaders of the government and destroying any traces of modern technology. You're also usually a poor person who lives in ramshackle huts on desert planets. Whatever your reasons, the government usually considers you a non-threat and only slightly more insane than the Average Person.

If you're this person, you've probably gotten in more than one shouting match with the Average Person, the Corporate Enforcer or the Poor Person. You might even be a member of an underground organisation, in which case you're a liable target for either The Inquisitor, The Soviet Soldier or the Corporate Enforcer.

The Corporate Enforcer


"Sectors Two through Four clear, Sector Five shows increased activity, continue with purge. Eliminate all hostiles, over."

Most nations have policemen or some sort of law enforcement agency that they use to maintain law and order around their country. The Technocracy has corporate mercenaries armed with military-grade small arms, tanks, fighter aircraft and even a space fleet for some of the larger corporations. Generally these guys patrol the streets of the higher areas of the Hive Worlds, making sure that the Average Citizen isn't being picked on by the proles or yelled at by the Poor People. Usually, it is the Corporate Enforcers who are first on the scene of a new battlefield or uprising, besides the Planetary Defence Force, since the Soviet Military is generally quite slow to react.

The Vigilante


"The hell are you doin' on our turf, mate! Pay the bloody toll, else we'll be draggin' yer' carcass out back and feedin' it to the other inmates."

Essentially the Poor Person's version of the Corporate Enforcer. These big, bad, tough and violent dudes usually go around terrorising people into doing one of three things: Following their orders, following the Average Person's orders or just for no real reason, most likely out of boredom. Sadistic, machoist and cruel are three words that sum up these fellows quite nicely.

To most people, these guys are just a Poor Person with guns, power and mental issues. They're hardly respected or feared by either the Corporate Enforcer or the Average Person, while the exact opposite is true for the Poor Person

The Soviet Soldier


"I came here to chew ass and kick bubblegum, and I'm all outta ass...wait...what?!"

An amalgamation of different fighting styles, warships and even races describe the Soviet Military. Because the Technocracy itself is little more than an coalition of not-so-like-minded states, the Soviet Military has many different types of vessels, combat styles, tactics and other unique abilities that tend to give it the edge in combat over most opponents.

The average Soviet Naval non-com, Marine, pilot, commissioned, etc. is a foul-mouthed, hard-drinking badass who excels at three things: Killing, drinking and fucking. Being in the Soviet Military is sort of like being in college; party now, work later. In this case, partying usually involves copious amounts of gunfire, needless slaughter and nuclear weapons while work involves doing much of the same against an actual enemy of the Technocracy. Soldiers are seen as having the ultimate job and generally respected by everyone, even the Poor Person, The Vigilante and Corporate Enforcer. They're really only respected because they tend to have about twenty other guys with military-grade assault rifles and the backing of the Soviet government.

The Inquisitor


"Obey me, listen to what I have to say, and I might let you die a quick and painless death. Choose not to, and you'll find yourself hanging upside, disemboweled, your flesh cut from your bones, your skull removed and your still-beating heart being shoved down your own throat."

Because of the massively differing social aspects of the numerous planets within the Technocracy, it's generally assumed that what works for one planet is the exact opposite of every other one. The one thing that all planets of the Technocracy have in common is a worship of technology. Sometimes...this is taken a bit of an extreme. This is where the Inquisitor comes in.

Inquisitors make sure that no one attempts to "defile, destroy or desecrate" any and all technological marvels, whether that 'marvel' is consenting or not has no bearing. If you're caught doing the deed with a robot, your usually burned at the stake, impaled on a huge spike in a desert wasteland, fired from a mass driver, with nothing more than a few centimetres of steel protecting you against vacuum or simply shot on the spot. There are more elaborate ways to execute someone, but how they go about depends on exactly which Inquisitor finds you, some are a 'bit' more sadistic than others. Generally Inquisitions are rarely found outside of the more fringe and conservative regions of Technocratic space, since they tend to get gunned down by the more liberal Average Person or even the Corporate Enforcer, but they usually keep Chapels in most 'liberal' planets, prefering to keep the policing work to the local authorities.

[Maraque]

Yoga


High taxes


Gay people


Smog


Wealth


Skyscrapers


Public transportation


Traffic jams

[RightWingChristians]

The Youth

Can be found skipping Daily Mass, and out in the backyard shooting guns. The youth are the future leaders, bright, happy, full of adventure.
"Jesus loves you sir."

Average Citizen
The casual Joe or Suzy you find on the street. Nicely dressed, conservative, laid back, but very outspoken with their religion. Often remembering the terrible things Islam has done to them, they are very untrusting of Muslims.

"Yeah, im pretty sure they do eat babies. Thats what the Priest said atleast."

Standard Law Enforcement/Militia
Often found shooting at each other due to boredom and lack of action. Tight morality laws and modern day surveillance keep these guys busting in Adulterers houses 24/7.

"Woah. Did you see the look on that guys face when I took a shot at him!? Priceless!

Transportation
Wingman Citizens aren't allowed to drive, only Military personnel are. All vehicles spotted on the road will be Military crewed.

I get decent gas mileage.

Typical Rich Guy
More than likely from one of the Jewish families allowed to live in RWC. They are natural bankers. Legend has it they are Gods chosen people as well.

Oy Vey!