Your fate in the glorious Soviet Technocracy

[Techno-Soviet]

Name:Sir Lacky the Third
Gender: Male
Race: White
Age: 22
Religion: Roman Catholic
Ideology: Er... Moderate Libertarian?
Vocal about your ideology?: To confidants and online
Vocal about your religion?: Only to those i know well
Economic Class: Middle class
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 190
Education: Graduate Degree
Skills: er... Math, language skills, the typical things really, good at hiking and camping, some martial arts.
Current Job: Engineer
Previous Jobs: Daycare assistant, landscaper, Teaching Assistant, Engineering intern, Research Assistant
Biography:

Political Stances:
Religion: Do whatever you want
Atheism: Agnostic is OK
Communism: Despicable before a superabundance
Capitalism: Best system in real world situations
Socialism: Horrible, state abuse
Fascism: See above
Syndicalism: Unsure
Anarchy: eh, ideal in the capitalist form, but unworkable. Horrible in the commie type.
Autocracy: Meh
Democracy: Its alright
Dictatorship: Good or bad, depending
Taxes: as low as possible please.
Homosexuality: If you want, Just don't bite it.
Abortion: Against
Alcohol: Yes please
Gun Control: Is hitting the bulls eye?
Other, sapient species: taste good.

Ridiculed by much of the population for believing in archaic and long-denounced beliefs such as "religion", as well as being xenophobic, Lacky is subjected to numerous taunts, jeers and glares while walking through the terminal. Once, he punched in the face by a citizen, who just so happens to be a "furry", leaving him with a black eye before he reaches the reception desk.

Turning in his passport to receive his ID, Lacky reaches the arcology safely, where no one really knows about his religious beliefs. His non-vocal stance, except to his closest friends or in anonymity, manage to keep him from getting the same welcoming he did back at the unloading dock, and he settles down in a relatively middle class apartment block. His views on gun control, communism and alcohol win him quite a bit of agreement and few handshakes from his fellow neighbours, who share many of his same beliefs (although his support of democracy gets a few suspicious glances).

Overall, Lacky would come to enjoy his stay in the Technocracy, as the freedom of even the common man was much to be desired, even if the rich were still slightly freer.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Anna Coradi
Gender: Female
Race: Spanish
Age: 26
Religion: None
Ideology: Moderate libertarian
Vocal about your ideology?: Only to close friends
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Middle class
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 140 lbs
Education: A degree in engineering from a Northern Zilatal college (all colleges in Zilatal are equal in prestige)
Skills: A good shot, very strong for a woman, is trained in taekwondo, and good with machines.
Current Job: Soldier in the Zilatian Defence Force.
Previous Jobs: None
Biography: Coradi was born in 1984 to a poor family of immigrants. They worked their way up through the ladder and into the middle class, living out the Zilatian dream. She was always something of a tomboy and was not as feminine as her parents wanted, much to their disapproval. As a result, she felt as if her parents did not like her. She graduated from a Zilatian college with a degree in engineering, but soon joined the army. She serves as a sergeant and as a rifleman. She plans to work in Zilatal's booming automotive industry once her stint in the military is over.

Political Stances:
Religion: She thinks most religions are dumb, but she's polite to people of faith.
Atheism: She is an agnostic but believes atheism is better than religion.
Communism: She disapproves of it, though she thinks it would be good if it actually worked.
Capitalism: She supports it, but is sometimes frustrated with what some corporations can get away with.
Socialism: She likes some elements of it.
Fascism: She is an opponent of it
Syndicalism: She had no idea what it was before reading this questionnaire, and is not too big on it.
Anarchy: She doesn't take it seriously, and has had to fight anarchists a few times. She likes giving anarchists noogies.
Autocracy: It depends.
Democracy: She supports it.
Dictatorship: It depends on who the dictator is.
Taxes: She doesn't like paying them, but she understands it is a necessary evil in life.
Homosexuality: She doesn't mind homosexuals at all.
Abortion: She doesn't like it, but believes it should be a right in most cases.
Alcohol: You can take it from her cold, dead hands.
Gun Control: She opposes it.
Other, sapient species: She doesn't mind them.

Despite being somewhat pro-socialism, with her ability to climb the social ladder via hard work and elbow grease...Anna is treated as a regular citizen. The customs official scowls and frowns as he reads her stance on democracy and her somewhat anti-corporate beliefs. He shrugs and hands her the passport back with no trouble, and she is able to traverse the large clout of people and citizens milling about with little trouble.

Her no-vocal nature about her beliefs let her live unmolested within the Technocracy (in some cases literally), her pro-gun and relative apathy towards other sapient creatures and homosexuality nets her no brownie points with the people, but neither does it give her any negative. Overall, she is treated with courtesy and the average citizen is quite polite around her, and her neighbours offer her a cake or pie in on her birthday, usually several of each.

She eventually manages a job as a paramilitary mechanic for the local Planetary Guard, which functions as a paramilitary militia, a police department and a national guard force. Her skill with machines and military training means that little time is spent getting her a position, and she manages to net a position as a tank mechanic, fixing and maintaining the small fleet of armoured vehicles that the Police Department owns. She is quite well paid for her job, given it's importance, and becomes a relatively well-off upper middle class worker, living a comfortable life until her retirement.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Vitaly Popov
Gender: Communist
Race: Russian
Age: 85
Religion: Russian Orthodox
Ideology: Communism
Vocal about your ideology?: Excessively so
Vocal about your religion?: Excessively so
Economic Class: Rich. He is Russian
Sexuality: Yes.
Weight: 455
Education: BA from a public university
Skills: Overseeing labor
Current Job: Labor overseer
Previous Jobs: Labor broker.
Biography: Vitaly has lived a true worker's life. After graduating from a public school funded by national backing, Vitaly entered a construction "company" that built houses. He started as a labor broker in pulling in more workers to form an equal base of workers before being promoted, sickeningly, by the sinful rich "company" to a disgusting overseer position. Vitaly used this position to regrettably draw in high wages, with which he purchased a subservient wife from overseas and spawned many babies, to whom he preached the value of equality and communist thought.

Political Stances:
Religion: That which does not clash with the government is acceptable.
Atheism: Same with religion.
Communism: The true path to enlightenment and the fundamental base for Vitaly's life.
Capitalism: A foul stench that resides in even his own country. A despicable cancer.
Socialism: Aspires to be communism.
Fascism: Beyond salvation.
Syndicalism: False.
Anarchy: No state? How can this be?
Autocracy: Workers must be ruling state. Not empowering to workers - thus false.
Democracy: NEED WE SAY EVIL?
Dictatorship: BURN IT.
Taxes: Unnecessary with communist equality.
Homosexuality: Not important.
Abortion: Also not important.
Alcohol: Vodka.
Gun Control: False. Weapons necessary to ward off tyrannical oppression of rich incursions.
Other, sapient species: WHAT IS THIS?

On his first night in the Technocracy, Vitaly's home is raided by the same militia group that had brutally raped and killed Ms. Courtney Rolfe. The Sons of Smith storm his small apartment, armed with assault rifles, combat shotguns, grenade launchers and clad in full black body armour. Despite his extensive armaments, Mr. Popov is taken completely aback by their blasting down the door to his apartment with high explosives. Shards of wood and plexiglass embed themselves into his gigantic frame, as eight men immediately beset upon him, stuffing a black bag over his head and with great difficulty they manage to haul him outside to the nearest light pole.

Several paramilitary officers passing by see the commotion and rush to Vitaly's aid, only to hear the men screaming about how communist he is. Taking these men's word as truth, the officers holster their weapons and help them restrain him, dragging him over to a light pole where he beaten for several minutes by the men's steel toed boots and rifle butts; then has a large noose wrapped around his masked head and is hoisted some feet off the ground.

Due to Mr. Popov's enormous weight, however, the rope snaps about half way up the light pole and he descends upon one of the militiamen, crushing his chest cavity completely and swaggering to his feet to run off into the dark city street. The group, minus one, begin to use Mr. Popov as target practice, opening fire on him and catching his legs in a sea of bullets, nearly shearing them off.

Now on the ground, bleeding out horribly and essentially dead, Mr. Popov's groans go unnoticed as a police tank approaches. Unable to see him, the tank's driver rolls right over Vitaly, crushing him and killing him almost instantly. His massive girth does not go unnoticed by the crew, who turn out of their vehicle, wondering what had happened.

As the two paramilitary officers shout, bringing to the men's attention that they had just ran over a communist. Initially elated, the tankers' jubilation is dashed when they find out exactly how much of a communist Vitaly was. The crew bail out of their vehicle, rocket launcher in hand and jump off, avoiding the mess near the tank's right track, for fear of catching Communism. Using the launcher, they blow off their vehicle's tread, incinerating most of Vitaly's remains, and toss thermite grenades to clean up the rest.

Some minutes later, the tank is recovered by the local Police Department's armoured recovery vehicle, minus the right tread. The tread is later (along with Vitaly's ashes) smelted down into a steel ingot and launched at a communist starship some months later during the latest war against communism, in an ironic twist of fate for Mr. Popov.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Relais Metsurfiri
Gender: Female
Race: Urvaran (i.e. scandinavian types)
Age: 82 (32 physical)
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Aretecratic AI-Managed Post-scarcity
Vocal about your ideology?: Only when you ask about it or insult it.
Vocal about your religion?: Only when you ask or outrage it; i.e. a preacher damning women who have abortions to hell, etc.
Economic Class: Citizen (i.e. holy shit she has hueg ca$h)
Sexuality: Pansexual
Weight: 59 kilograms.
Education: Superior Qualification in Applied Mathematics, Superior Qualification in Transdimensional Physics, Qualification in Foreign Economics, Minor Qualification in Basic Stimulation of the Human Body. (no that does not mean she's really good at sex it means she knows how to use the nerves in the body)
Skills: Academics. Research.
Current Job: n/a
Previous Jobs: ISF Consultant
Biography: Typical stuff. Nothing really that interesting.

Political Stances:
Religion: Delusion.
Atheism: Truth.
Communism: The right idea. Bad method.
Capitalism: Haet.
Socialism: The only right idea which is applicable in less advanced societies.
Fascism: Stupidity.
Syndicalism: Rubbish.
Anarchy: Terrible, impractical stupidity.
Autocracy: Totally stupid.
Democracy: Unreliable. Stupidity of the masses.
Dictatorship: Constitutionally controlled to an adequate ideal only.
Taxes: Good.
Homosexuality: Why restrict yourself?
Abortion: Unneeded. Adoption works just as well.
Alcohol: Useless and can destroy lives in less advanced societies. Discourages.
Gun Control: Doesn't work. Guns are for protection, and they work. Everyone should have some.
Other, sapient species: Embraced unless they try to kill you.

Shot on sight for having the most absolutely rubbish application I have ever seen.

Given Ms. Metsurfiri's use of the metric system, her love of communism and socialism and absolute hatred of autocracy...she gets punched in the face and yelled at by the customs official at the unloading dock. Several nearby citizens twitch a little, expecting to have to kill another communist, before being silenced by the official, who merely hands her passport back and tells her to get out of his sight.

Relais' academic qualifications cause some confusion among the local educated elite, who initially believe her to have a "degree in whoring oneself out on the street corner", however this confusion is quickly cleared up...although not by much. Given her general hatred of people damning communism, and socialism, Ms. Metsurfiri is horribly condemned by various members of society for daring to belittle capitalism. Her views of "AI-managed post scarcity" are met with cries of "communist" and "child rapist".

Eventually, given her huge amount of wealth, yet socialist leanings and the fact that she already has a microchip implanted into her skull, Relais is deported to the Chinese Confederation on charges of "treason". Initially, she was going to be shot by the firing squad, but with her large amount of wealth she manages to secure the judge, jury, and bailiff through bribery and her sentence is commuted to deportation, amidst a quietly shocked crowd.

In the Confederation, she finds that many people believe in her similar system of AI-managed post scarcity, although the Confederation is not quite at that level (it is AI managed by lacks the proper technology for post scarcity economy), her views are cherised by her new neighbours and she finds herself accepted amongst her slightly more technologically primitive brethren.

[Onekawa-Nukanor]

you forgot me

[Sith Korriban]

you forgot me

No, he didn't. If you were paying attention you'd see he's working his way through them in the order they were posted, and is therefore not up to you yet.

[Onekawa-Nukanor]

you forgot me

No, he didn't. If you were paying attention you'd see he's working his way through them in the order they were posted, and is therefore not up to you yet.

Ok, sorry for being ass

[The shee species]

Name: Dr, Callum Den'al
Gender: male
Race: gray shee
Age: twenty
Religion: none
Ideology: leftist
Vocal about your ideology?: he thinks it's a good idea, but doesn't talk about it much
Vocal about your religion?: N/A
Economic Class: middle
Sexuality: hetro
Weight: 455
Education: well
Skills: computer programing, GM to create new types of norn
Current Job: writing an entry for "the hichiker's guide to nationstates" regarding your nation
Previous Jobs: author
Biography: He is just a prefectly normal shee

Political Stances:
Religion: a waste of time
Atheism: good
Communism: it works
Capitalism: works in theroy, but fails in real life
Socialism: best
Fascism: hates it
Syndicalism: messed up
Anarchy: works as long as there are laws againsnt killing peaople
Autocracy: messed up
Democracy: very good
Inter-Species Relationships: as a shee, O.K. with it
Taxes: needed, doesn't like then but knows they are needed
Homosexuality: it's the preson's choice
Abortion: it's the preson's choice
Alcohol: it's the preson's choice
Gun Control: needed
Other, sapient species: is one

[Rethan]

For the great lulz and to make shit interesting (and difficult).

Name: Azrael
Gender: Not Applicable.
Race: Rethast Seraphim
Age: Not applicable, though technically only ten. :/
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Not Applicable really, but the closest would be Nazism (racism, social darwinism, eugenics) merged with glorious communism (everything for everyone, comes with the whole Hive Mind thing the Rethast have going ^_^).
Vocal about your ideology?: No
Vocal about your religion?: No
Economic Class: Not applicable. No economy among the Rethast.
Sexuality: Not applicable.
Weight: 160lbs
Education: Everything ever known by any Rethast or infected person (still currently alive or Disembodied. The dead cannot keep their memories alive). Boo-ya.
Skills: Close combat, mind infiltration
Current Job: Master Seraphim and Assassin for the Immortal Pathogen
Previous Jobs: None
Biography: Born out of crafted viral tissue in a vat, rather than by infecting life, Azrael is a pure Rethast. He is directly linked at all times to the Immortal Pathogen, acting as its avatar in reality. He usually remains in a state similar to a mist, but due to nanotechnology and regroup into solid form in a second. hasn't done much in the way of warfare, but was directly responsible for the infection of two planets.

Political Stances:
Religion: Irrelevant
Atheism: Irrelevant, but gods do not exist and as such this holds more weight.
Communism: Efficient, but rarely utilised correctly.
Capitalism: Inefficient, forms instability in a state.
Socialism: Inefficient, forms instability in a state, though to a lesser degree than capitalism.
Fascism: Social Evolution and Nationalist aspects respectable.
Syndicalism: Inefficient, forms instability in a state.
Anarchy: Destructive and naive, must be eradicated at the core to preserve Unity and Stability and Perfection.
Autocracy: Most efficient form of government.
Democracy: Weak and pathetic form of government.
Inter-Species Relationships: Emotional or lustful attachment is obsolete and leads to exploitable weaknesses. However, inter-species relationships build up genetic fusions which may result in a stronger offspring.
Taxes: Necessary for all archaic states to function. Unnecessary in a Pure State
Homosexuality: Genetically inferior, a sign of weakness and abnormality, removes genetic stock from gene pool. Must be exterminated.
Abortion: A viable method of eliminating weakling stock, should be practised at the discretion of the government/controlling force.
Alcohol: Weakens the mind and renders a being susceptible to error. Should be eradicated.
Gun Control: Efficient way of maintaining order, but renders a population less capable of resisting attack without aid of the State.
Other, sapient species: All must be unified, harvested and infected for their own benefit to Cure the Great Pain.

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Darren Belinkov
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 39
Religion: Atheism
Ideology: Catgirlism
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Mother's basement
Sexuality: Very Straight
Weight: 289 lbs
Education: High School Diploma
Skills: Computers
Current Job: Pizza Delivery
Previous Jobs: None
Biography: Darren hasn't really had much of a life outside his mother's basement. Outside from going out to deliver pizzas, his main home is on the computer and the inter/intra nets. He hasn't much of a clue about what political ideologies there are but he has always gone with "Catgirls" when asked his preference. A virgin (and probably will remain one until death) he has proposed to his favorite anime dating sim game girl and is only awaiting her answer. Unfortunately, he has to wait until 12:00 pm on Monday morning for her response.

Political Stances:
Religion: "Who needs it? I never saw a need for God."
Atheism: "I guess that's what I am."
Communism: "Those guys who want to take away my computer and internet and give it to that bum who pisses on my lawn? No, screw that!"
Capitalism: "Those greedy bastards!"
Socialism: "Didn't I already answer your question?"
Fascism: "I don't wanna die in the army! But, I do like killing things. Hmm..."
Syndicalism: "Damn unions."
Anarchy: "As long as they don't take my shit, I'm fine."
Autocracy: "Hmmmm, unlimited power....."
Democracy: "I have no time to vote, so whatever."
Dictatorship: "You mean those guys who take away my computer and keep it for themselves? Screw them!"
Taxes: "Fuck taxes."
Homosexuality: "Faggots? Where?"
Abortion: "If the mother doesn't want then hey, it ain't my kid."
Alcohol: "You mean that stuff I drink at night when I need some help when I answer one of my girlfriend's questions wrong?"
Gun Control: "I love guns. Especially the Desert Eagle and P90. Man I love that combo."
Other, sapient species: "You mean like if dogs talk? I never seen a talking dog."

Punched in the face and beaten up by several homosexual, furry members of the crowd as he steps off the loading gate and the customs official reads his passport aloud. Lying on the ground, with a black eye and bruises all over his overweight body, Darren is eventually helped up, reluctantly, by several paramilitary control officers who drag him over to the reception desk and drop him on the ground, keeping him from getting beaten further by the slightly irritated crowd.

After arriving in one piece in the city, and lacking any monetary funds, Darren decides to try to find a job. Initially, he is turned down by everyone, but eventually finds a career as a cook at a local restaurant, getting enough money after about a week to move into a low-income apartment and afford some new clothes. Finally somewhat secure financially, he proclaims his love of catgirls to his flatmates, which gets him punched in the face by his neighbour, who just so happens to be a catgirl.

Darren, crushed by this event and lacking any self-esteem, is recommended by one of his other neighbours to try to lose weight by running, and lifting weights. After several days of drowning himself in alcohol, his flatmates forcibly enter his apartment, confiscate his alcohol stores (much to his protest) and pour it down the drain. Together, the apartment block decides to help Darren overcome his horrible problems and anti-social behaviour, mostly by helping with suggestions and giving him a small weight set and a new pair of running shoes.

Initially, Darren decides to think that everyone is against him somehow, feeling horrible about what had happened with the catgirl and thinking that a serious relationship would be as easy as the Internet made it out to be. His depressive mood is slightly elevated when the girl comes to apologise and offers him a cake, however, to welcome him. Taking this as some kind of sign to improve himself, Darren decides to ask his neighbour (who is a gym instructor) to help him with his weight problem and girl issues.

After sixteen months of intense running, weight lifting and exercise, as well as help from the rest of his blockmates (mostly in the form of positive encouragement), Darren loses an amazing 140 lbs, and looks completely different from when he'd started living in the Technocracy. Having become to manager of the small restaurant chain where he works, Darren is slightly more financially well-off than most of the block, having a small collection of firearms and a relatively decent computer. His self-confidence renewed, Darren decides to try to speak his neighbour again, who is completely surprised by Darren's change from a fat, lazy slob to a hard-working, self-assured gentleman. She accepts his proposal for a date and slowly, with the encouragement and advice from his flatmates, Darren gets into a steady relationship with his new girlfriend.

Several dates and some twenty months later, Darren decides to propose to her after returning from a movie, having used almost a month's worth of savings to buy her a new ring. As the rest of the block looks on, smiling and eager, she accepts and Darren and his new wife are married the next month.

As it turns out, she had just so happened to have a very rich, very well-off uncle who worked on a Board of Directors for a local restaurant, the same restaurant that Darren worked at. Surprised that his niece had managed to find a man, especially since the last time her uncle had seen Darren, he was a fat, lazy fellow who didn't seem up to her expectations. Even more surprising for him, was how Darren was able to completely change his life around with a little hard work, which espouses the very definition of the Soviet Dream.

At the wedding, Darren's new uncle-in-law, to his surprise, offers him a large sum of money with which to acquire a college degree in finance, promising him a position at the company as a financial manager. Accepting this offer wholeheartedly, Darren acquires his Bachelor's in finance and is given the job he was promised.

[Jalanat]

Name: Dmitri Granin
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Marxist-Leninist
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Proletariat
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 175
Education: College
Skills: Speech giving, near professional shooting
Current Job: Communist Party Commissar
Previous Jobs: Garbage Man
Biography: Born in Abruzi he was persecuted for following the ways of Marx from an early age. Taking to wandering he left the Industrial Imperium and decided he might as well try to find a home within the Holy Union of the Conglomerate.

Political Stances:
Religion:No
Atheism: Yes
Communism:Amazing
Capitalism: No
Socialism: Yes
Fascism: No
Syndicalism: No
Anarchy: Only a post revolutionary embryonic society
Autocracy: No
Democracy: Only a Democracy of the Proletariat (some form of social democracy? IDK my list of terms ran out for this one)
Dictatorship: Only a dictatorship of the proletariat
Taxes: Yes, 100% to ensure that there is no currency in the system and the Worker's control the means of production completely.
Homosexuality:....only once
Abortion: Pro-Choice
Alcohol: Yes
Gun Control: No
Other, sapient species: Sure?

Upon reading the passport for the ill-fated and very, very misfortunate Mr. Granin, the customs official immediately warned everyone of the communist spy within their midst. In the near panic as men and women readied their weapons, poor Mr. Granin could only look back and wonder what a horrible mistake he had made coming to the Technocracy. He immediately fell to his knees, begging repentance and to be allowed to live.

Unable to bring themselves to shoot such a sniveling coward, and obviously having expected him to pull out some kind of communist ray gun, the people immediately lowered their weapons nad started shouting obscenities and death threats at Granin. The customs official himself even found himself being sympathetic to Mr. Granin's tears and begging to live.

Unfortunately, Mr. Troska, a Soviet paramilitary police officer, wasn't. Having been raised under the iron fist of communism, Mr. Troska began a rousing speech to remind the Soviet people of their duty to purge the galaxy of the communist, drowning out Mr. Granin's tears and sorrows, his pleas for his children. Troska began to point, accusing Granin of murder, genocide, and crimes against Humanity. Although the non-human members of the crowd were slightly put off by the last term, they shrugged, agreeing and readied their weapons once again. Slowly, the crowd began to recompose and become angered once again.

Troska gave a heartwrenching story about the days of the communists in his homeland. They were pulling his neighbours and his family from their homes, and locking them up in concentration camps, along with anyone deemed an "Enemy to the Proletarian Revolution". He told the story of how his mother returned from her work shift in the concentration camp, bruised and beaten.

She'd been raped by one of the communist guards that day, several times. Some days later, she found herself being raped once again, having been beset by the same guard. Troska watched from a distance, memorising the guard's features, hatred growing within him as he reached down, picking up a brick that had been dropped by the masons who worked in the camp. He spoke of how he'd slowly walked up to the guard, who looked over at this small boy, grinning ear-to-ear. He told how he heard his mother's pleas and cries. Then, he spoke triumphantly, motioning exactly as he had during that day, telling the crowd of how he'd taken the brick, and cracked it against the communist's skull, killing him instantly.

He spoke of how his mother had later committed suicide in the camp, how his little sister had been tortured and raped in the same way, how only he, his uncle and his father managed to escape the camp during the next night alive. He also spoke of how he was rescued by the Soviet Army several days later, which liberated the camp. They found all the prisoners had been killed, or moved to another concentration camp, and the crematoriums were stocked full of corpses, including his sister's.

As Granin pleaded and begged on the ground, the crowd roared and cheered for his death with a ferocity unknown that day, electrified by Troska's exemplary oratory skills and tragic tale of the evils of communism. With the crowd behind him, physically and figuratively, Troska raised his assault rifle, muttered a quick prayer for the good lord to rescue Dimitri's soul from the fiery depths of Hell, and put two rounds into Granin's back quickly, while the angry mob cheered and clapped, applauding Officer Troska.

Later that week, Troska was promoted from Senior Trooper to Patrol Leader, and his pay was increased three-fold to compensate for the emotional distress caused by the communist coming in close proximity to him.

....but where is the skinning alive? I was under the impression that there would be skinning alive....

No that's saved for social democrats.

Oh, I thought for Democratic Socialists.

[Sapiency]

Shot on sight for having the most absolutely rubbish application I have ever seen.

In the Confederation, she finds that many people believe in her similar system of AI-managed post scarcity, although the Confederation is not quite at that level (it is AI managed by lacks the proper technology for post scarcity economy), her views are cherised by her new neighbours and she finds herself accepted amongst her slightly more technologically primitive brethren.

What is this I don't even

[Techno-Soviet]

Shot on sight for having the most absolutely rubbish application I have ever seen.

In the Confederation, she finds that many people believe in her similar system of AI-managed post scarcity, although the Confederation is not quite at that level (it is AI managed by lacks the proper technology for post scarcity economy), her views are cherised by her new neighbours and she finds herself accepted amongst her slightly more technologically primitive brethren.

What is this I don't even

Obviously you can't tell the difference between OOC/IC, but I should have made that clearer. Your application was in a rubbish [pre] tag and I couldn't read it easily because you have a hard-on for BBCode.

[Jbeil]

Name:Dasha Feodorovna
Gender:Female
Race:Caucasian
Age:26
Religion:Atheist
Ideology:Communism
Vocal about your ideology?:Yes
Vocal about your religion?:No
Economic Class:Upper class
Sexuality:Heterosexual
Weight:--- (She is very thin,exact weight unknown)
Education:No diplomas,went through all stages of education except for college.
Skills:Espionage,charisma,seduction,telecommunication.
Current Job:Chief officer of telecommunication,secretary to the Premier.
Previous Jobs:Spy
Biography:Born to a poor family of 8.She enlisted in the army after completing her education (her other 7 brothers enlisted before her).Although she was found to be to weak physically to serve.She was enlisted as a spy in the Jbeili Communist Intelligence Agency (JCIA).She quickly rose in the agency,so much that she caught the attention of the premier.He offered her the job of his secretary and chief communications officer,and she accepted.

Political Stances:
Religion:Bad,although she will not discriminate against people who follow it.
Atheism:Good
Communism:Very Good
Capitalism:Very bad
Socialism:Good
Fascism:Very bad
Syndicalism:Bad(sometimes neutral)
Anarchy:Bad(sometimes neutral,and even in rarer cases good,depending on the nation)
Autocracy:Bad(sometimes neutral)
Democracy:Good
Inter-Species Relationships:Indifferent,as Jbeil only has one race,sometimes good.
Taxes:Good
Homosexuality:Neutral
Abortion:Neutral
Alcohol:Good
Gun Control:Good
Other, sapient species:Indifferent,as Jbeil only has one species.

[Sapiency]

Obviously you can't tell the difference between OOC/IC, but I should have made that clearer. Your application was in a rubbish [pre] tag and I couldn't read it easily because you have a hard-on for BBCode.

That's bull >_>

The contrast is much better <_<

[Techno-Soviet]

Name: Dmitri Granin
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Marxist-Leninist
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Proletariat
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 175
Education: College
Skills: Speech giving, near professional shooting
Current Job: Communist Party Commissar
Previous Jobs: Garbage Man
Biography: Born in Abruzi he was persecuted for following the ways of Marx from an early age. Taking to wandering he left the Industrial Imperium and decided he might as well try to find a home within the Holy Union of the Conglomerate.

Political Stances:
Religion:No
Atheism: Yes
Communism:Amazing
Capitalism: No
Socialism: Yes
Fascism: No
Syndicalism: No
Anarchy: Only a post revolutionary embryonic society
Autocracy: No
Democracy: Only a Democracy of the Proletariat (some form of social democracy? IDK my list of terms ran out for this one)
Dictatorship: Only a dictatorship of the proletariat
Taxes: Yes, 100% to ensure that there is no currency in the system and the Worker's control the means of production completely.
Homosexuality:....only once
Abortion: Pro-Choice
Alcohol: Yes
Gun Control: No
Other, sapient species: Sure?

Upon reading the passport for the ill-fated and very, very misfortunate Mr. Granin, the customs official immediately warned everyone of the communist spy within their midst. In the near panic as men and women readied their weapons, poor Mr. Granin could only look back and wonder what a horrible mistake he had made coming to the Technocracy. He immediately fell to his knees, begging repentance and to be allowed to live.

Unable to bring themselves to shoot such a sniveling coward, and obviously having expected him to pull out some kind of communist ray gun, the people immediately lowered their weapons nad started shouting obscenities and death threats at Granin. The customs official himself even found himself being sympathetic to Mr. Granin's tears and begging to live.

Unfortunately, Mr. Troska, a Soviet paramilitary police officer, wasn't. Having been raised under the iron fist of communism, Mr. Troska began a rousing speech to remind the Soviet people of their duty to purge the galaxy of the communist, drowning out Mr. Granin's tears and sorrows, his pleas for his children. Troska began to point, accusing Granin of murder, genocide, and crimes against Humanity. Although the non-human members of the crowd were slightly put off by the last term, they shrugged, agreeing and readied their weapons once again. Slowly, the crowd began to recompose and become angered once again.

Troska gave a heartwrenching story about the days of the communists in his homeland. They were pulling his neighbours and his family from their homes, and locking them up in concentration camps, along with anyone deemed an "Enemy to the Proletarian Revolution". He told the story of how his mother returned from her work shift in the concentration camp, bruised and beaten.

She'd been raped by one of the communist guards that day, several times. Some days later, she found herself being raped once again, having been beset by the same guard. Troska watched from a distance, memorising the guard's features, hatred growing within him as he reached down, picking up a brick that had been dropped by the masons who worked in the camp. He spoke of how he'd slowly walked up to the guard, who looked over at this small boy, grinning ear-to-ear. He told how he heard his mother's pleas and cries. Then, he spoke triumphantly, motioning exactly as he had during that day, telling the crowd of how he'd taken the brick, and cracked it against the communist's skull, killing him instantly.

He spoke of how his mother had later committed suicide in the camp, how his little sister had been tortured and raped in the same way, how only he, his uncle and his father managed to escape the camp during the next night alive. He also spoke of how he was rescued by the Soviet Army several days later, which liberated the camp. They found all the prisoners had been killed, or moved to another concentration camp, and the crematoriums were stocked full of corpses, including his sister's.

As Granin pleaded and begged on the ground, the crowd roared and cheered for his death with a ferocity unknown that day, electrified by Troska's exemplary oratory skills and tragic tale of the evils of communism. With the crowd behind him, physically and figuratively, Troska raised his assault rifle, muttered a quick prayer for the good lord to rescue Dimitri's soul from the fiery depths of Hell, and put two rounds into Granin's back quickly, while the angry mob cheered and clapped, applauding Officer Troska.

Later that week, Troska was promoted from Senior Trooper to Patrol Leader, and his pay was increased three-fold to compensate for the emotional distress caused by the communist coming in close proximity to him.

....but where is the skinning alive? I was under the impression that there would be skinning alive....

No that's saved for social democrats.

Oh, I thought for Democratic Socialists.

Both, actually.

You should make an application.

[Jalanat]

Name: Dmitri Granin
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 32
Religion: Atheist
Ideology: Marxist-Leninist
Vocal about your ideology?: Very
Vocal about your religion?: Very
Economic Class: Proletariat
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 175
Education: College
Skills: Speech giving, near professional shooting
Current Job: Communist Party Commissar
Previous Jobs: Garbage Man
Biography: Born in Abruzi he was persecuted for following the ways of Marx from an early age. Taking to wandering he left the Industrial Imperium and decided he might as well try to find a home within the Holy Union of the Conglomerate.

Political Stances:
Religion:No
Atheism: Yes
Communism:Amazing
Capitalism: No
Socialism: Yes
Fascism: No
Syndicalism: No
Anarchy: Only a post revolutionary embryonic society
Autocracy: No
Democracy: Only a Democracy of the Proletariat (some form of social democracy? IDK my list of terms ran out for this one)
Dictatorship: Only a dictatorship of the proletariat
Taxes: Yes, 100% to ensure that there is no currency in the system and the Worker's control the means of production completely.
Homosexuality:....only once
Abortion: Pro-Choice
Alcohol: Yes
Gun Control: No
Other, sapient species: Sure?

Upon reading the passport for the ill-fated and very, very misfortunate Mr. Granin, the customs official immediately warned everyone of the communist spy within their midst. In the near panic as men and women readied their weapons, poor Mr. Granin could only look back and wonder what a horrible mistake he had made coming to the Technocracy. He immediately fell to his knees, begging repentance and to be allowed to live.

Unable to bring themselves to shoot such a sniveling coward, and obviously having expected him to pull out some kind of communist ray gun, the people immediately lowered their weapons nad started shouting obscenities and death threats at Granin. The customs official himself even found himself being sympathetic to Mr. Granin's tears and begging to live.

Unfortunately, Mr. Troska, a Soviet paramilitary police officer, wasn't. Having been raised under the iron fist of communism, Mr. Troska began a rousing speech to remind the Soviet people of their duty to purge the galaxy of the communist, drowning out Mr. Granin's tears and sorrows, his pleas for his children. Troska began to point, accusing Granin of murder, genocide, and crimes against Humanity. Although the non-human members of the crowd were slightly put off by the last term, they shrugged, agreeing and readied their weapons once again. Slowly, the crowd began to recompose and become angered once again.

Troska gave a heartwrenching story about the days of the communists in his homeland. They were pulling his neighbours and his family from their homes, and locking them up in concentration camps, along with anyone deemed an "Enemy to the Proletarian Revolution". He told the story of how his mother returned from her work shift in the concentration camp, bruised and beaten.

She'd been raped by one of the communist guards that day, several times. Some days later, she found herself being raped once again, having been beset by the same guard. Troska watched from a distance, memorising the guard's features, hatred growing within him as he reached down, picking up a brick that had been dropped by the masons who worked in the camp. He spoke of how he'd slowly walked up to the guard, who looked over at this small boy, grinning ear-to-ear. He told how he heard his mother's pleas and cries. Then, he spoke triumphantly, motioning exactly as he had during that day, telling the crowd of how he'd taken the brick, and cracked it against the communist's skull, killing him instantly.

He spoke of how his mother had later committed suicide in the camp, how his little sister had been tortured and raped in the same way, how only he, his uncle and his father managed to escape the camp during the next night alive. He also spoke of how he was rescued by the Soviet Army several days later, which liberated the camp. They found all the prisoners had been killed, or moved to another concentration camp, and the crematoriums were stocked full of corpses, including his sister's.

As Granin pleaded and begged on the ground, the crowd roared and cheered for his death with a ferocity unknown that day, electrified by Troska's exemplary oratory skills and tragic tale of the evils of communism. With the crowd behind him, physically and figuratively, Troska raised his assault rifle, muttered a quick prayer for the good lord to rescue Dimitri's soul from the fiery depths of Hell, and put two rounds into Granin's back quickly, while the angry mob cheered and clapped, applauding Officer Troska.

Later that week, Troska was promoted from Senior Trooper to Patrol Leader, and his pay was increased three-fold to compensate for the emotional distress caused by the communist coming in close proximity to him.

....but where is the skinning alive? I was under the impression that there would be skinning alive....

No that's saved for social democrats.

Oh, I thought for Democratic Socialists.

Both, actually.

You should make an application.

I already did, you just haven't gotten to me yet.

[Lemonius]

Name:
L0981
Gender:
Male
Race:
-No Races Exist in Lemonius, Species: Lemonian-
Age:
46
Religion:
Athiest
Ideology:
Democracy, slight Communist Economics, favourable of dictatorship
Vocal about your ideology?:
Slightly
Vocal about your religion?:
No
Economic Class:
Middle Class
Sexuality:
Heterosexual
Weight:
175lbs (Roughly)
Education:
Excelled in Primary and Secondary, no additional education
Skills:
Military Service
Discipline
Joinery
Leadership
Medical Work
Current Job:
Resident Doctor in Military Hospital on Hiele (A colony of ours)
Previous Jobs:
Infantry Soldier (Military)
Medic (Military)
Biography:
Attended Primary and secondary education facilities on Lemonius, recieved 65/70 and 120/130 on final tests respectivley. Did not attended additional education centres. Conscripted into the military at age 20, as required. Was posted to Hiele after basic training. Furthered military career by attedning Military Medical Assistance Course on Hiele. Was a keen medical officer, was moved to a military hospital on Hiele. Will remain there for duration of military service. Time remaining: 4 months, 21 days

Political Stances:
Religion:
Neutral (N)
Atheism:
Very Favourable (VF)
Communism:
Favourable (F)
Capitalism:
Unfavourable (U)
Socialism:
VF
Fascism:
N
Syndicalism:
N
Anarchy:
U
Autocracy:
U
Democracy:
F
Inter-Species Relationships:
VF
Taxes:
U
Homosexuality:
N
Abortion:
N
Alcohol:
Very Unfavourable (VU)
Gun Control:
VF
Other, sapient species:
VF

((If you need it, more info can be found Here, most notably the "Government" and "Populace" Sections))

[The European Jews]

Name: Tania Schick
Gender: Female
Race: Israeli - Russian
Age: 17
Religion: Judaism
Ideology: communism
Vocal about your ideology?: very.
Vocal about your religion?: Yes.
Economic Class: middle class.
Sexuality: Heretosexua;
Weight: 128 lbs.
Education: University level.
Skills: Mining and artist
Current Job: Leader of Norther communist state in The European Jews
Previous Jobs: miner


Political Stances:
Religion: ok if it is the right one.
Atheism: is ok.
Communism: is the best ideal anyone ever came up with LOVE IT.
Capitalism: FUCC CAPITALIST
Socialism: is good.
Fascism: The worst.
Syndicalism: also bad
Anarchy: IDK.
Autocracy:IDK
Democracy: ok if Communist gets in.
Dictatorship: is ok I guess but if for the people
Taxes: Taxes ew fuuuccccc the capitalist
Homosexuality: Is ok (everyone is equal).
Abortion: Is ok.
Alcohol: good.
Gun Control: IDK

[Techno-Soviet]

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[New Lusitaniagrad]

Name: John Lucanss
Gender: Male
Race: White
Age: 24
Religion: Catholic
Ideology: National Conservitive
Vocal about your ideology?: Yes
Vocal about your religion?: Somewhat
Economic Class: Upper Middle
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 150lb
Education: University of Kentukshire
Skills: Medicne
Current Job: Cardiothoracic surgeon
Previous Jobs: Lusitanian Marine, Clerk, Family Doctor
Biography: See above

Political Stances:
Religion: Don't bother me and I wont bother you.
Atheism: Not my problem
Communism: Bad
Capitalism: Very Good
Socialism: No
Fascism: No
Syndicalism: Interesting
Anarchy: No
Autocracy: No
Democracy: Very Good
Inter-Species Relationships: No
Taxes: Bad keep em lower than 10%
Homosexuality: Don't Ask Don't Tell
Abortion: Bad unless in case of rape
Alcohol: Tasty
Gun Control: A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed
Other, sapient species: N/A

[TerraPublica]

Name:Courtney Rolfe
Gender:Female
Race:White
Age:24
Religion:Atheist
Ideology:Social Democracy
Vocal about your ideology?:Very
Vocal about your religion?:Very
Economic Class:Middle
Sexuality:Homosexual
Weight:150 lb
Education:5 years at the Babahl Province University.
Skills:Photography, modeling, very good at making speeches.
Current Job:Defense Attorney
Previous Jobs:Model, Camerawoman for the Allrule News Network.
Biography:Born in the Province of Babahl in 1986. Educated at the Provincial University for 5 years. Later, became a model, and then a camerawoman for the Allrule News Network. Currently works as a defense attorney.

Political Stances:
Religion:No thanks.
Atheism:Yes plz.
Communism:I really don't know.
Capitalism:Meh.
Socialism:Thumbs up.
Fascism:OH FUCK NO!
Syndicalism:What's that?
Anarchy:No, not really.
Autocracy:No.
Democracy:Yes. Yes!
Dictatorship:NO NO NO!
Taxes:Maybe.
Homosexuality:I am homosexual, nit-wit.
Abortion:I don't care.
Alcohol:Meh. I don't care what you drink.
Gun Control:Yeah, but banning guns? No.
Other, sapient species:Meh.

Being "very vocal" about being a democratic socialist, which is seen as the absolute most abhorrent ideology in the Soviet Technocracy, poor Courtney is taken from her home on the second night of her stay in the Technocracy (just after blathering on about how the dictatorial government of the Technocracy is satanic, guns should be regulated, democracy is the greatest thing in the world and socialism is beautiful) by a group of masked vigilantes armed with military assault rifles, combat shotguns and flashbangs. Having no firearms of her own, and not expecting to be assaulted in such a way, Courtney is taken completely by surprise and unable to resist.

The vigilantes belong to the "Sons of Smith" underground group, a paramilitary, heavily pro-capitalist and dictatorship militia. The Sons take Courtney to a secluded area far from the apartment complex she is staying in, beat her senseless, and two men forcibly sodomise and rape her several times. Eventually, having been horribly tortured for several hours, she has a large noose wrapped around her neck and is strung up from a lightpole, suffocating slowly over the course of minutes. The next day, her body is found by local paramilitary control officers, whom several of which are members of the "Sons of Smith" themselves.

In the end, only two of the eight men involved are tried and convicted for the rape and murder of Courtney Rolfe, following an extensive investigation to make sure they were condemning innocent men to death. DNA tests, however, of the semen samples found at the secluded area ("mysteriously stumbled upon" by several paramilitary officers, who wanted the rapists out of the militia) prove that the two men were guilty.

Both men are executed via nitrogen asphyxiation several months after the investigation is concluded.

OOC: Jesus...

[Styx Enterprises]

Name: Jason Sinclair.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human/Caucasian.
Age: Late teens.
Religion: Agnostic.
Ideology: Social liberalism, economic conservatism.
Vocal about your ideology?: No.
Vocal about your religion?: No. Unvocal, in fact, to the point of having no obvious ideological or religious leaning of any sort.
Economic Class: Lower middle class.
Sexuality: Omni-.
Weight: Average.
Education: Double diploma in music, studying for a university degree.
Skills: Can play the piano and write music real nice. Also good at jumping over things.
Current Job: Student.
Previous Jobs: Also student.
Biography: There are two teen archetypes: disaffected and uncaring, and sickeningly earnest and idealist. Jason is one of those poor unfortunates who acts like the former, but is, deep down, the latter. It is also worth noting that either he is a genuinely nice and charitable person who wants to do good in the world even should it cost him his life, or he has a deeply-rooted and badly-handled hero complex which could do with a thorough psychological evaluation.

Political Stances:
Religion: Pro-religious-freedom on principle. Slightly disaffected otherwise.
Atheism: See above.
Communism: Against.
Capitalism: For.
Socialism: Depends on when you ask.
Fascism: Rather strongly against. Still thinks jackboots are an awesome fashion choice.
Syndicalism: Has no problem with normal economics, thank you very much.
Anarchy: Against.
Autocracy: Against (for, though, if run well - and the standards of 'well' are pretty exacting).
Democracy: Jaded, but accepting.
Inter-Species Relationships: Takes the Harkness standpoint.
Taxes: Undecided.
Homosexuality: For. Thinks the debate is stupid.
Abortion: For.
Alcohol: Very much for.
Gun Control: Against.
Other, sapient species: Fine, in a general sense.

[Techno-Soviet]

OOC: Jesus...

I personally think Vitaly Popov had a worse fate...I mean seriously...getting run over by a tank and incinerated.

[Vipra]

Name: Varlathin Tebello
Gender: Male
Race: Atoran (see factbook)
Age: 94
Religion: Juntism (see factbook)
Ideology: Laissez-faire Capitalism
Vocal about your ideology?: yes
Vocal about your religion?: no
Economic Class: Nobility, inheritor of a barony
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Weight: 242 lbs
Education: University Graduate, Doctorates in Law and Economics
Skills: Mathematical savant, trained marksman, basic martial artist, silver tongued
Current Job: Director of sales for A3 Industries
Previous Jobs: Marine in the Garhenin Royal Army
Biography: Born to a baron in the Garhenin Kingdom before the unification of Vipra, Varlathin never had hope of inheriting his families land due to being the seventh son in the family. Due to this he would be left little to nothing upon the death of his parents and he was pushed into becoming a lawyer or judge at the behest of his father. Upon graduating with honours it was found that the market for law makers in Garhenin was overfull, so a crestfallen Varlathin returned to the most prestigious university of the time to study economics on his parents’ dime. Once he graduated once more with honours he wasn’t met by an open market, instead he was met by the oncoming war that the newly renamed Imperium of Vipra was threatening to begin.

Being a patriot Varlathin enlisted in the marines as soon as he could and was one of the first properly trained soldiers to go into combat against the advancing Imperial Army. Though the war was short he was subjected to the horrors of battle and left a jaded and cynical. He was grateful to return to his family in one piece after the war, all families of nobility receiving a pardon from the Imperator. Varlathin’s brothers were not so lucky, dying upon the battlefield, and he ended up as the inheritor of the family fortune. Having a degree in economic also made him a shoe-in for the Director of Sales of A3 Industries, a position long held by the family patriarch.

Political Stances:
Religion: Everyone to their own
Atheism: See above
Communism: Sin against all that is holy and even most that is unholy
Capitalism: The only way to ensure a free society and equal opportunity among all
Socialism: Communism in disguise
Fascism: Communists hiding in fascists clothing to steal away the hard working capitalists wealth for the “State”
Syndicalism: Communists attempt to hide their faces behind “Unions” and “Democracy”
Anarchy: A territory in bad need of more weapons so that they may sort their problems out like men and establish a proper government.
Autocracy: The only way for a true government to be managed and led
Democracy: Too inefficient and easily becoming tyranny by majority
Dictatorship: Far too likely to become self-destructive
Inter-Species Relationships: A tolerable way to spend ones nights when bored and not trying to produce heirs
Taxes: Reasonable in small amounts and if flow of said taxes can be seen by the general public
Homosexuality: Okay for experimentation, nothing more
Abortion: Acceptable in cases where the child is of illegitimate blood or suffers from disorders
Alcohol: An excellent way to spend an evening among friends
Gun Control: Happily works for the premier weapons manufacturer of the Imperium, enough said
Other, sapient species: Humans are a rather delightful short lived race, they have such a flair for life and are not so uptight as other races. Other species are but chattel for the slave markets and not worthy of freedom.