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Postby San Mazer » Fri Apr 27, 2018 3:04 pm


Fractured: A Shattered World


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"A revolution is a struggle to the death between the future and the past."


The New Millennium Crisis

To this day, debate still rages over how it happened. From the delayed effects of a Y2K failure to complex economic forces building for decades, the origin of this century's defining moment is unknown. The effects, however, soon became clear to all. On January 19th, 2000, a date now shrouded in infamy, the first cracks in the world's economic system began to show...
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It first began as a rippling flash crash in the Asian markets. First Hong Kong, then Taipei, Seoul, Tokyo. Within a few short moments, untold billions was wiped in front of astonished traders as some stocks lost almost 95% of their value. Local currencies such as the Yuan and Yen fell...and kept falling. The Hong Kong and Singapore property markets were decimated seemingly overnight. Anxious citizens rushed to the bank to withdraw their savings, reacting to the panic as more and more markets and industries suffered from the effects of the crash.

It wasn't long until it reached the west. American and European traders were suddenly blindsided as a host of Asian currencies depreciated uncontrollably against the Dollar, Pound and recently introduced Euro. Panic and confusion reigned on the trade floors, with the collapse of Asian markets having a knock-on effect on their western counterparts. In a prominent example, events spiralled out of control in London as commercial real estate prices collapsed by almost 50%. As the media whipped into a frenzy and with the dollar and pound already dropping, the respective governments of the west quickly sprung into action and announced emergency measures.

What started as the Asian Flash Crash had quickly become the New Millennium Crisis.

The Great Collapse

The effects on the world at large were brutal and catastrophic. Western populations, shaken by their weakened currencies, emulated their Asian counterparts and triggered an unprecedented bank run unseen in modern history. Unable to cope, many banks simply collapsed as governments borrowed immense sums of money to save the larger ones. On the high street and in the malls, consumer spending plummeted and retail companies fell one by one. Resultingly, unemployment skyrocketed, forcing a fatal deluge onto welfare and benefits systems that governments had no hope of providing for.

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Some nations borrowed even more money, others printed it whilst the remainder rolled over and admitted defeat, shutting down in the face of unthinkable budget deficits. This rampant debt and hyperflation made misery a reality for billions, pounds and dollars worth more as kindling than the paper they were printed on. In Asia, with demand for manufactured goods plummeting, the factories and shipyards began to lay abandoned.
The world slowly ground to a halt.

With the production lines of the world paralysed, the effects of the goods shortages began to set in. Supermarket shelves lay empty, with no produce from farms and fisheries reaching the stores. Power stations, with no fuel to run on, simply stopped working, causing blackouts for millions. Across the globe, tourists and foreign workers were stranded as their accounts became frozen and the airlines carrying them home simply collapsed. Paychecks never arrived and in-turn, the workers simply stopped coming in. The entire economic system of the world had ground to a screeching halt.

A Shattered World

With famine and unemployment widespread, the people of the world did not stay idle. In desperation, anger and even fear, they took to the streets in their millions to fight back against the collapse of the system. Stockrooms and aid camps were raided as starving families battled for every meal they could, whilst the more radical elements made a beeline for the palaces and parliaments. Pitched battles occurred in streets across the globe as police and military, with no guarantee of pay or food, battled to maintain order against rioters.
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Taking advantage of widespread chaos and anarchy, separatist movements and terror groups struck from the shadows. De-facto new nations simply emerged unchallenged in some areas, their governments long losing control of the territory whilst too busy battling to maintain order elsewhere. In other rural areas, close-knit communities that were abandoned by withdrawing governments simply closed ranks inward and took matters into their own hands. For many, martial law became a reality as military juntas seized control from helpless civil governments.

It may never be known how many perished in these dark days, but from the lack of food, civil unrest and rampant crime, many millions of lives were changed forever and the outlook of entire areas irreversibly changed and damaged.

The New Dawn

It is is now January, 2020. Exactly two decades on from the collapse, the global situation has stabilised but remains precarious. Many of the countries of old are now non-existent, their fragile unions falling apart and being replaced by new independent nations. Others are unrecognisable, their ideologies and traditions almost completely different to the way they once were. At the opposite end of the scale, many areas remain lawless hotspots of violence with rebel groups and armed factions battling for control.

Poverty, crime and preventable disease have all become more prevalent in this changed world. Diseases such as polio, TB and cholera have returned to the west whilst the developing world has been starved of almost all aid and assistance from the developed, instead watching as former colonial masters fell prey to the same issues and crises faced by them.

All is not lost however. The global economy, whilst a shell of its former self, has shown signs of recovery. Countries have begun to trade in large numbers again and basic financial institutions have been founded to regulate them. Global travel and business has begun again in its infancy. Additionally, whilst supranational organisations such as the EU, NATO and the UN have all but collapsed, enterprising diplomats and notable figures have spread talk of the founding of successor organisations.
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Now, the globe stands at a crossroads. Many seek a return to the way things were, advocating for multiculturalism, the return of globalisation and the resumption of international cooperation and cultural events. In light of this, global media has started to recover and rumours already persist of a return to organised sporting events and entertainment export. Opposing this is the protectionist and isolationist view. They blame globalisation as the cause of the collapse in the first place and seek a more divided and protectionist world, with some even having power focused at local levels. As a result, some nations view others with an eye of distrust and refrain from interacting on the world stage unless necessary.

Then there are those who seek to plunge the world back into chaos and anarchy and to reforge it under new, radical ideologies. Insurgencies and rebellions are common throughout the world and radical politics, once confined to the fringes of the modern world, is becoming increasingly prevalent and noteworthy. Whatever path that the masses follow in the end, a new world and system are about to be forged. The only question is who will drive it and how will they do so?

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Postby Greater Redosia » Sat Apr 28, 2018 11:03 am

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Moscow, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics


At Red Square in front of Lenin's Mausoleum Premier Zyuganov stood at a podium, a couple speakers that have been restored barely and one of the few working generators that the Soviet Government had to power it. He tapped the mic which was transferred to the speakers, many stopped walking around and started to gather in front of the stand. "People of the Soviet Union, we are here for another day that we have managed to survive and restore our rightful place as the true heirs to the decedent Russian Federation. Have we not managed to reach father than them? Have we not been able to bring forth our ideals once more and be able to not only survive, but to thrive? We restored order to these streets! We restored some basic functions such as water and steady rations of food. We have managed to outlive the Federation and throw ourselves to the future!"

The people clapped, though it was monotone and half-hearted. The Premier sighed and leaned forward, "I know that life is not as easy as it once was comrades, but we cannot let this stop us from destroying our nation and our dreams. We will restore our great nation, we will restore our systems, we will make common goods available in mass again. But you must support us so that we may rise above the flames! After all the flame of the revolution burns brighter inside us, we are all comrades in arms so now we must work together do we may see the future under the darn of the Red light!" Once again the crowed began to clap, though a few more enthusiastically. Trying to convince the people is going to be much more difficult than the Premier first thought, but for now it will make do. A state owned car drove down the road and stopped in front of the stand, the driver opening his door and walking around, opening the back door for the Premier, "Come Premier, we are very busy today." Zyuganov nodded and walked down from the stand, climbing into the car. The door being closed behind him and the driver quickly returning to his seat, the car once again being brought to life and driving off.

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Southern Border, 55th Helicopter Regiment


Three Mil Mi-24 "Hind" helicopter gunships were patrolling the usual border of the badlands near the Caucasus, many of them knew that the reason for this is so that future operations that may involve pushing south to secure the oil fields and restore oil operations. As well as restoring order to the city of Stalingrad, though many still now call it Volgograd. It was part of the Premier's Re-Stalinization which many disapproved of, but there was nothing they could really do to stop them. The Communist Party restored order and brought them out of the chaos that was happening after the end of the Federation, though this wasn't the main problem on their minds when they looked down at the fields below.

"Looks like we have some nomads moving, from the looks of it they might be slavers...Should we report this to the commander?" The gunpod on one of the Hinds turned and began to fire upon the moving group below, the other two flew in silence before firing as well, the group began to scramble below but there was little they could do. Their small arms were crude and they had little training in knowing how to use them properly, as well as not powerful enough to penetrate the armor or the glass on the helicopters. After a while the firing stopped, leaving several dead bodies on the ground, "There, now there isn't anything to report about. Just more dead enemies of the revolution, they would of fought us if we didn't do what we did. We put them out of their misery." The other two pilots remained silent, they continued their patrol like this until they returned to base, both of them wishing that the day could just end.

KGB Headquarters, Moscow

The building inside was silent, officers walking past to each other not even giving a greeting or any eye contact. But now wasn't a time people wished to talk, in a separate room which was mostly sound proof had two other officers. Inside the room sat a man who was cuffed in a chair with a bag over his head, an officer grabbed a bucket of dirty contaminated water and dumped it on the man. He immediately woke up and started to panic, "Where am I?! What have you done to me! Where is my family!" He was immediately quieted with a boot to his leg and a punch across the face, the bag being removed from his head. "Welcome to the USSR, you entered the territory illegally so as far as we know you are a bandit. But you seemed to be fleeing from something, so why don't you tell us what you were running from." The man cowered when looking at the officer, he struggled but was immediately discouraged when given another hard kick to the led. "I'm...I'm from Saint Petersburg....I was a member of the militia there...I was sent with a group to find help, but we kept being attacked by animals and bandits..I'm the only one left."

The officers looked at each other and backed at the man, "Tell us, why did they send you and your group to find help." The man looked back up at the officer, "We are being attacked by a group that calls themselves...ughh...damn it I can't remember, but please you have to help us! It took me six god damn days to get here! Please you can't send me back alone!" One of the officers crouched in front of him, "Well we can't do that I know, but we can't let you leave yet. The Premier wants to have a word with you." The man started to shake violently in his chair, "Please you can't leave me here! I need to get back as soon as I can! Please!!" The two Officers left the room, closing it behind them. The man continuing to scream for help and slowly devolving into sobbing, wishing for his family and friends.

"Well Vladimir, seems like these days are still getting as exciting as ever. I'm thinking about heading down to the cafe, heard they finally managed to get their coffee machine working. Want to come with me?" Vladimir shook his head, waving him off, "I'm much too busy, I have other work and business to attend to." The officer shrugged and left Vladimir to his own devices, Vladimir walked over to a group of officers in the corner of the room and stood by them. "Ah Putin, it's good to see you friend. Still planning I presume, the Premier isn't going to lose his office on his own." Putin chuckled and leaned against the wall, "I'm still investigating him, seeing if I can find anything to turn this into our advantage. But soon, our plan will be put into action. Soon we will make the USSR into something better under our guidance."
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Postby Ath-leasachadh Alba » Sun Apr 29, 2018 7:06 pm

Late Morning, The People's Brae, Stirling, Scottish Free State


"♪...Faithful and Loyal to our country,
In times of Danger we will set you free,
And lead you to honor and to victory,
Hail Caledonia, to our ancient prayer!
in this highland Cathedral, let our standards bare,
Joining together with one dream to share...♪"


His foot ached under the pressure of warped tendons, but now was not the time for Stathauder Kenneth Brown to show an ounce of weakness. This procession had been the first real display of any kind of national pride ever since the murder of the SIU Provisional Government.

Gritting his teeth, he marched in leading lockstep with the higher echelons of the Scottish National Renewal Association. It wasn't so much his comrades in the SNRA or even the Scottish people he was saving face for. A far more insidious threat lurked among the revellers and supporters thronging what had been previously known as Stirling's Albert Place. His main concern wasn't even attempting to keep up his tough-guy persona in front of the representatives of the recently amalgamated Free State military.

The problem that faced him was the very same one that had plagued human civilisation for centuries, and had ravaged Scotland for almost a decade. All around him he could feel the eyes of ever-suspicious, ever-scheming and ever-malicious warlords and their representatives. Following the collapse of the SIU Administration, it was these very men who had carved his beloved Scotland up into their own personal fiefdoms and sown disunity and conflict among a people previously united for centuries.

A fragile balance kept the peace. The Stathauder's position was precarious. The signatories of the National Concordat had demanded provisions that ebbed authority away from Brown's Central Authority in Stirling. Worse still, these patchwork powers could declare themselves Independent at any time and reclaim what military and civil assets they had contributed to a nation just starting to find it's feet again. Thankfully, this move would be considered a last resort due to the popularity of Brown's platform, and the presence of armed SNRA militias in every town and village throughout the land.

"♪So bring back their souls o'er the Oceans breeze,
to the land where their fathers lie...
ARISE, CALEDONIA!♪
Let your voices ring,
In this Highland Cathedral of our God and King,
Whom joy, and liberty to all will bring,
Come, let your hearts with valour and courage sing!♪"


Finally, he took his front and centre seat in what was once Stirling's premier concert hall. The singing and skirl of bagpipes dying down as the heavy doors began to close on this makeshift Parliament.

Unlike gentler days of yore, this parliament was by no means democratic. It was readily agreed upon that Scotland was simply not ready for democracy given it's own internal strife and external uncertainty. Instead, those semi-feudalistic warlords who had kept Scotland disunited would grill the Stathauder once a month regarding their self-centred notions of economic development.

So long as the pigs were kept fat, they were kept happy, but even this equilibrium came with immense baggage. In giving what were essentially bribes to the emerging bourgeois that he himself had so vigorously rallied against, he had neglected the people whom he felt most connected to.

Sides would have to be chosen, and he considered himself damned if a nationalist and socialist like him would allow such individuals to pervert the course of his nation and people any further. Even if the Concordat had only been in place for a short time, it was arguable high time that it be abolished, and the SNRA and central authority take full command over Scotland's people and resources.

He'd happily see them hang as traitors and bandits, in the public squares and town halls of every community they'd mercilessly exploited.

For now, he reasoned that he'd have to bide his time. For now he'd nod his head with a pretence of sincerity and promise these modern day barons all the wealth that Scotia could offer.

They left through a back entrance of course. They arrogantly considered themselves to be a hidden hand, the real secret rulers of the country while the Stathauder was their populist people's puppet, whom they could abandon or replace at any time they saw fit. He beckoned his loyal inner sanctum of party members around him.

In whispered tongues, a plan was set in motion to smash the warlords, retake the borderlands and cement the Free State regime with Stathauder Brown at it's head. If done right, the nation could be saved with minimal bloodshed, but everything gained through blood already spilt would be gambled at the very highest stakes.

It would all start in Aberdeen, the Free State's largest trading port. If the Stathauder could antagonise the local warlord, an exceptionally violent and temperamental character, William 'King Billy' Murdo with ties to organised crime before the collapse, then he might just be able to destroy any semblance of camaraderie at the expense of the Scottish people, and stack the deck firmly in his own favour.

3 Hours Later, Free State Trade and Diplomatic Service Offices, Alloa


"...So you're going to head up the diplomatic mission and place the order. It's nothing out of the ordinary, even if it's a big one. I've examined the Chancellor's data, and it seems to be more than feesible. It's your job to negotiate. The only potential shite you could get is from big Billy, but I'll be on site to ensure that part of the sting is a success. He'd need some brass fuckin' balls to actual try something with me, so don't shit yourself. You've got that list and that, aye?"

"Aye, it's no worries Sir, I'll get Stockholm on the line as soon as I can."

Following the exchange of a few further pleasantries, Johnathan McDonald put the telephone down. He had only recently been appointed Minister for Trade and International Goodwill and was more than eager to prove himself with the task at hand.

"Stockholm, Stockholm, can you read me?" Static emanated from the Cold War Relic which now served as Scotland's voice to the rest of the world.

"This is the Minister for Trade from the Scottish Free State, requesting permission to meet with the relevant authorities in order to establish amenable relations and between our nations."

John nodded to a senior intern. "I'm not getting much of a reply on this as yet. Repeat the same message I've been sending until you get a response or pass out, I'm desperate for a spot of late lunch, I'm bloody famished".

He grinned to himself as he put his coat over his shoulders and started walking into the canteen. It was a stroke of genius. A true three bird's with one stone scenario.

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Postby Macau And Hong Kong » Mon Apr 30, 2018 6:58 am

The Korean Federation

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January 23rd 2020


Korean DMZ

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a group of Korean army are ready to contact the outside world by crossing the DMZ and look for the north koreans as they march pass the once heavily guarded DMZ in search of signs of new civilization the Scouting team is composed out of the korean army and the korean red cross. they make their way through the north korean landscape towards pyongyang through the Kaesong-pyongyang highway.During their trip to pyongyang they saw some farmers and some small cities blissfully unaware of the asian stock market crisis.

The army stopped for a while in a small city named Sariwon, the city’s governor explained that around twenty years ago communications from the capital collapsed and have no idea what’s going on in pyongyang. The governor agreed that the south koreans can rule their land, around two minutes later two south korea division heading towards Wonsan and Heaju said the same thing.

Although in wonsan there were some chaos after the connection with the capital collapsed which made it easier for wonsan to be part of the new Korean federation. Haeju actually knows some news about what happened apparently two days before the connection was cut a state television program said that the north korean officials has stood down and has let the great leader to decide the dprk’s fate would be.Both cities agreed to be in the control of the new korean federation.

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Finally after 5 Hours of tiresome journey the scouting group arrived in pyongyang, But it seems that the streets are empty and the citizens are hiding in their buildings.The korean Army Rushed to the Leader's mausoleum to Confront the north korean leader kim jong un who is reported to be there by the scared north koreans. Arriving in the mausoleum they only see kim's dead body with several goverment officials dead.

General Taejeon kim asked "What happened here? is this some kind of trick? If it is there's no turning back we've freed your prisoners and Liberated several of your cities" A goverment official came and responded "my name is Park Joon Wan i was the DPRKs Head of diplomacy. Two weeks ago around 1 million chinese plane demanded to land in the DPRK we thought they were the army, trying to help us but no it was infact Full pf refugees from far away as tibet, we were overwhelmed by the sheer number of refugees they mostly settle in nearby towns and start some villages.After kim jong un fired all the goverment officials and tried to take over he was overwhelmed by the number of chinese in the land and he commited suicide 4 days ago by shooting himself”

General Taejeon Understand the north korean’s situation he then ask if the north want to unite with the south to provide infrastructure and aid to the chinese and koreans living in the DPRK the next Supreme leader successing Kim jong un, kim jong chul agreed to join the south koreans.And thus the korean peninsula has been unified once again
People always stereotyped Asians as smart and strict people. while i, an asian have an average intelligence and Lazy. So in southeast and south asian countries we call asians, Chinese

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Postby Plzen » Mon Apr 30, 2018 7:49 am

Riga, former Latvia
09:14 local time


The artillery of the 2nd Västgöta Division roared against the Baltic port. The city had rebelled again, and the job fell on the 2nd Västgöta to retake it from the Latvian natives who have seized the city's primitive defensive works.

The 2nd Västgöta were not acting on orders from Stockholm, nor were the banners they flew the red-and-gold cross of the Scandinavian Commonwealth. Like many other regional units of the Scandinavian so-called "military," the subservience of the 2nd Västgöta to overall Scandinavian military command was more theoretical than real. Here, like many times in the past, they were not fighting a war for Scandinavia's sake, but merely setting a colonial dispute on behalf of the Province from which they came.

Captain Anna Jørgensen watched the falling shells with contentment. Fierce the battle may be, but it was pretty clear that this would be a largely one-sided victory. The population of Livonia and that of Västra Götaland province was similar, but the quality of men and material produced by the two sides couldn't be more different. The artillery that the 2nd Västgöta was not particularly sophisticated - Vietnam War veterans, nearly fifty years ago, would have sneered at it - but against Riga and its improvised guns they would prove to be more than sufficient.

Not least of the many, many reasons why Scandinavia could never conclusively end the permanent wars it was fighting against virtually all of its neighbours was that, in the end, it wasn't really Scandinavia fighting these wars, but rather the virtually independent provinces theoretically subservient to the Nordic Council. They obeyed no leader but their own, and the Nordic Council forcing one of its provinces to make peace with Riga would be seen throughout the Commonwealth as gross abuse of tyrannical power.

The Rigans couldn't hold out forever. The disparity in guns was too great. Unless they all wished to suffer quietly as the city came under ever more intensive siege and bombardment, they would have to come out of the earthworks and challenge the 2nd Västgöta on the open field. Then they would be routed. Completely. Of that Captain Jørgensen had no doubt. The battle may still have several days to go, but she could already taste the taxes the Division could seize from the fairly sizable city.

Sure, Riga was a poor city. Being stuck in a warzone for over five years tended to drain the region dry of any wealth. But the 2nd Västgöta has captured poor cities before, and they knew very well that there was always, always something to take from the inhabitants. It was amazing how many little useful trinkets poor people stuck around corners.

From London to Reval, from Edinburgh to Stettin, from Kaliningrad to Amsterdam, and from Newcastle to Rostock, the unrestrained violence of the Nordic Regional Divisions was the trauma of many and the fear of even more. Campaigns to conquer, occupy, plunder, kidnap, or even just demonstrate superiority raged across every costal city that had the unfortunate geography of being near Scandinavia. Mobile on the backs of the superior Nordic fleets, decentralised to the point of lacking even a clear leader with whom peace can be negotiated, and encouraged by past victories emblazoned on their banner, the Regional Divisions flew from coast to coast.

The residents of northern Europe may not have had the wherewithal to visit Scandinavia, but that was alright.

Scandinavia would visit them.



Stockholm, Svealand Province, Nordic Commonwealth
Later that same day


The telephone lines between Scotland and Scandinavia has been cut a long time ago by the Cataclysm, but there were always ways. The Scandinavian provinces - well, those provinces that weren't at war with Scotland at the moment, anyways - permitted Scotland to establish permanent missions within their borders, and so did the Secretary-General's Office in Stockholm. Edinburg connected to the Scottish Permanent Mission by satellite, and from there to the Office by cable.

In not more than five minutes, Secretary-General Rasmussen picked up the phone.

"Stockholm, reading."

The proposals were heard, and some quick clarifications exchanged. Two decades after the breakdown of global trade, cultural differences were starker than they had been for much of the late 20th Century, and miscommunication absolutely had to be avoided when one was dealing with matters of State.

Finally, after some discussion, the Secretary-General nodded.

"I am amicable," she responded, "to hosting duly-nominated representatives of Scotland in Stockholm, through our existing contacts with the Scottish Permanent Mission in Stockholm. Although I am not sure what you seek to accomplish with regards to, ah, 'amenable relations', I will indeed be able to arrange for such a meeting."

"Do be aware, though," the Secretary-General warned, concluding her side of the response, "that I am unable to force the attendance of regional governors and the Nordic Council to any meeting held in Stockholm, and that without their consent the validity of any agreement signed between us will be of limited validity."
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Postby Northern Poland » Mon Apr 30, 2018 9:17 am

Inside the Radio Broadcasting Room in the Greenbrier Bunker
Rudolph picks up his script, and the Tech team turns on the Broadcaster. He begins with this speech, "People of these former States of The United States, I Rudolph Thompson of the American Liberation front want to speak with all of you. We need a new Government that will take the Job of governing the People Of the Former USA. The American Liberation Front offers a classless society, free of class division and class fighting. The People need a society that doesn't care about how rich you are, but how hard you work. I ask you, as a friend, to Join the fight for freedom and to Unite this land under a free and fair state for all." "We now resume our regular program of The Internationale."
Stand up all victims of oppression
For the tyrants fear your might
Don't cling so hard to your possessions
For you have nothing if you have no rights
Let racist ignorance be ended
For respect makes the empires fall
Freedom is merely privilege extended
Unless enjoyed by one and all
So come brothers and sisters
For the struggle carries on
The internationale
Unites the world in song
So comrades come rally
For this is the time and place
The international ideal
Unites the human race
Let no one build walls to divide us
Walls of hatred nor walls of stone
Come greet the dawn and stand beside us
We'll live together or we'll die alone
In our world poisoned by exploitation
Those who have taken now they must give
And end the vanity of nations
We've but one earth on which to live
And so begins the final drama
In the streets and in the fields
We stand unbowed before their armor
We defy their guns and shields
When we fight provoked by their aggression
Let us be inspired by like and love
For though they offer us concessions
Change will not come from above



Militia Training Ground,George Washington and Jefferson National Forest
Johnson Cringes as the sound of 30 men firing AK rifles echos all around them. He was one of the instructors that trained the Militia, and kept them up to date in fighting skills. He yells, "CEASE FIRE", and the sounds of gunfire die down. He says,"Split up into teams of 15, and one team will siege,the other will defend the Base. Switch your weapons for Paintball guns, and begin preparations!"


Westward Patrol
James leans on the 50.cal on the Humvee, he had been waiting for some action, and when they told him to go on the patrol, he had thought he might get to fight. He was wrong, he hadn't shot anything for hours, and he begged to stop and return. Then, out of nowhere a group of Raiders opened fire with small arms like Pistols and some Bolt action rifles. He grabbed the gun, turning it to face the attackers. He let out a roar of fire at the Attackers, killing 3. The men inside got out, and opened fire with their automatic rifles. The raiders ran, getting mowed down along the way. The 2 humvees behind them followed the retreating raiders, and James' humvee did the same. They pursued them to a small building, then a group of 30 raiders pops out from hiding spots, pouring small arms fire at the Humvees. James fires as fast as he can, mowing down a few enemies. A Raider raises a RPG, and fires it at a Humvee, killing everyone inside. They retreat away from the Building, and fire at the group along the way back.

Inside the Thunderbolt
Harrison nears the target, a building that the patrol found that is littered with raiders. He squeezes the trigger, firing the machine guns on the Airplane. He then presses a button, dropping a bomb on the building. He sees the roof collapse as the building explodes, and people crawl or are dragged out. He continues to fire, killing some raiders trying to save others, he turns around, going back to the makeshift airport.

Inside a Chinook Helicopter
Micheal sits in the Chinook along with 30 other Soldiers Going to a Military museum north of their base. The plan was to take as many weapons, ammo, trucks, and gear as possible. The Pilot Yells, "2 Minutes!" Everyone checks their gear, and prepares for a landing. The Helicopter makes a thud, and the door opens. The 30 men run out, and secure the building and the vehicles outside. They find a store full of Rifles and ammo, and Trucks and one Armored Transport. They build barricades around the building, making it a forward defense post.
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Democratic People's Republic of England
Packardian Palace
January 1st, 2020

Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution and head of the Packardian Communist Party Politburo Wilhelmina Packard swung open the doors of the old royal family's watering hole as ash stuck to her ornate robes and cloaks, covered in diamonds and soot from her numerous cigarettes she smoked. Taking a long, slow walk up the stairs, a Minister in a dinosaur suit wearing a general's hat saluted.
"General Barney Grumbl- hah, you thought I was going to say Barney, no, fuck you motherfucking narrator!"
With a fiery smile on Packard's face, she gave an american version of the finger to the sky, flipping off the narrator. With that break of character, Packard got out a cigarette and lit it, blowing a cloud of smoke over the purple and green colored reptile.
"Now, darling, what the fuck is it you wanna talk about?"
"Well, Queen-Chairwoman, You have a meeting with the Politburo Insane Committee to hammer out various policy issues, and ."
"Excellent, send them to the Politburo Insane Committee Conference Room, next to Satan's baked hell goods on level 666."
"Yes, Queen-Chairwoman. Oh, and when will the elections occur?"
"I can assure you shithead that we'll hold an election in the PIC. Now fuck off."
With an angry growl, Packard body slammed Barney Grumble into the PIC room. An hour of painful, logistical delays in arranging all five members of the Politburo in the room, it had finally been done. Sitting at opposite ends of an elongated table were Head of the Armed Forces Barney Grumble, Head of the Economy (a literal sack of Packard Pounds named Mr. Money), Head of Packardian Propaganda being Uesugi Kensin,Head of Foreign Affairs being Bill Noodle and Packard herself as Head of the PCP. With the hammering of a nearby court gavel by Packard, the meeting began after a quick game of paper football.
"Welcome Motherfuckers to this meeting, I want The People's Parliament of Packard to hold an immediate 'democratic' election for all 205 MP seats. Now as for economic affairs, Mr. Money's assistant, will you care to explain?" The crouched down elderly looking man smiled before standing up behind the bag of cash.
"Well, Queen-Chairwoman, I propose that we overall completely our educational format, I know rates of children which have graduated have plummeted in recent years compared to what little data I could rummage through. Here's what I'm proposing, What primary and secondary schools we have shall be inspected for corruption, and those found guilty of money laundering will be punished with execution."
"Agreed. I motion that Mr. Money's economic proposal of the inspection of educational facilities for corruption with harsh enforcement of punishment be moved to the Packard Parliament."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Nay."
"Aye."
"That's four Ayes and one Nay, motion carried into the Packardian Parade Bill. Next order of business shall be The installation of 8 government owned corporations into the Packard Parliament's Political meetings as Nonvoting At Large Members of Parliament. Discussion begins with Packard opening statement."
"I firmly see a good reason to have government owned corporations have some representation in the political process. It shall really hammer home the marital union of politics, business and the state. I now open this discussion to an opposing member's viewpoint, after which we shall hold a vote."
Head of Packardian Propaganda Uesugi Kensin raised his hand.
"I respectfully disagree with the dishonorable Queen-Chairwoman's proposal to allow politics to marry into business and matters of the state. I propose an amendment of the bill that will enable my privately owned government corporations to be exempt from this, with three months of voluntary compliance before it becomes mandatory."
"This Amendment is noted and shall be put to a vote with the Politburo."
"Nay."
"Nay."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Nay."
"That's three Nays and two Ayes, the amendment is not added to the bill. A final vote shall be held before the rubber stamp parliament gets the final edition."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Nay."
"The final vote tally is four Ayes and one Nay. The Bill passes to be made into law with My signature and shall be sent immediately to the Parliament for approval."
With a hammer of the gavel, the politburo meeting ended with little in the way of political progress being done. As Wilhelmina Packard stood up from her spot in the center of the oak table, Uesugi Kensin tapped on her shoulders as Packard was getting another cigarette out.
"You care for one?"
"Nah, I don't smoke, I snort cocaine."
"Alright then. What is it you wanna talk to me about, Head of Packardian Propaganda?'
"Queen-Chairwoman,I propose we give a nation wide address by you that explains this bill out to the dumbass citizens that exceed my intelligence."
Packard took a long drag on her cigarette, squinting at the Japanese looking homosexual before nodding her head approvingly.
"I'll allow it. Prepare the Packard Propaganda Company (PPC) for the announcement."
"Yes, Queen-Chairwoman, they shall be prepared soon enough, would you like a televised broadcast?"
"Why the hell would I use the radio? no point in being frugal."
With a nod, Kensin walked off, dreaming about a fictional general secretary of the soviet union named Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov.
Two Hours Later
Packard Propaganda Company Offices

Packard sat nursing the remnants of her third cigarette of the day as she mused through the script she was supposed to deliver. Uesugi Kensin surely had been one busy bee, preparing the lobby with a loaf of white bread, a rarity in the DPRE. She took a gander out at the reversed sign, with the removed bottom curves of both former "b's" to morph into "Ps". She had to applaud the ingenuity of the solutions to minute issues faced with the nation, such as turning the BBC into the PPC. As a jazz band played the introductory programs title theme, Packard slammed the cigarette down into a local ash tray before standing three feet from the closed room microphone and camera crew to deliver her televised address.

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"Citizens of the Democratic People's Republic of England. It is I, your dear leader, madam prime minister and queen chairwoman of the revolution and head of the Packardian Communist Party. I wish to explain to you the recent government decisions undertaken in the Packardian Communist Party Politburo. The First is A nationwide inspection of primary and secondary schools for corruption within the educational elite, staff and students accused of corruption and money laundering. with those accused being punished harshly with expulsion for minors and execution for majors. The Second is the installation of 8 government owned corporations into the Packard Parliament's Political meetings as voting At Large Members of Parliament. These government owned corporations shall be allowed to vote on the various bills and issues in the glorious Packardian People's Parliament. A third decision is taken on my own choice, pre-approved by the Politburo of course. This decision shall be the immediate election of all 250 Members of Parliament in a snap election. The voters of each MP's district shall vote for either a Packardian Communist Party member or an independent candidate. Within one week the voters will decide the legislative future of the nation! That's all. I wish my citizens the best of luck in these uncertain times."
Krugeristan wrote:This is Carrie you're referring to. I'm not going to expect him to do something sane anytime soon. He can take something as simple as a sandwich, and make me never look at sandwiches with a straight face ever again.

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Corrupt Dictatorship

Postby Benuty » Mon Apr 30, 2018 1:51 pm

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Atlanta, Georgia
Public Debate Hall
January 23rd, 2020
9:30 am


The hall was at one time merely a classroom for one of the poorer schools in metropolitan Atlanta, but after the firebombing ended during the Alaskan fever pandemic it was one of the few places left standing as much of the city was ashes by that point. No one has seen the union in any shape or form that day, and many understandably despise any attempt to rebuild such a thing when their last memory was not of strength, but unrestrained panic. The recent murder of Mr. Jackson the man responsible for maintaining the film industry and advocate of secessionism sparked protests around the state, and the governor moved the referendum date from March 1st to January 31st as a form of appeasement. The poll workers went from house to house across the state, and a majority approve of secession, but it won't be a landslide decision. Some still maintain that the state should simply wait, but with no orders from Raven Rock, Mount Weather, or even Cheyenne their message grows hopeless every day.

On a giant poster behind two posters is the topic of this afternoons debate "The Immorality of Unionism". A new one in light of the horribly ironic lynching of a black man by unionists of all people. Many abandoned the "do or die" attitude years ago when the state refused to intervene in the new slave trade in states in the midwest so radical unionism is no exception. To many, the unionist arguments often appeal to emotions, and how secession is technically illegal. There is no supreme court to enforce the anti-secessionist precedent of Texas vs White nor is there a federal military to declare martial law.


Ricardo Davis former chairman of the constitution party would be debating for the secessionist side against Governor Carter who surprisingly took up the cause of unionism, but given he is the grandson of president Carter it makes sense. With television being a luxury item, and radio overwhelmingly becoming the standard again people would often tune in for hours to listen to pre-debate talks by various sides. Once 1 pm came around every single person would either crowd their radios or if they were in Atlanta rush to find seating in the debate hall. The mood in the city was tense as the lynching was fresh in everyone's minds, but on the lighter side protests died down if only because of the upcoming debate. Many people's minds would undoubtedly not be changed as many made of their minds years ago, but if anything this whole debate was an intense formality to give the people an answer they were waiting for.
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Ex-Nation

Postby Macau And Hong Kong » Tue May 01, 2018 7:36 am

The Korean Federation

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January 24th 2020


Seoul

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“Mrs. President we’ve taken over north korea!, and Our scientist have invented new weapons including: Silent aircrafts, Amphibious Vehicles (A carboat), and Several array of guns, and weaponry.” Exclaims Park Tae Kim, the head of defense of the korean federation.

“Splendid now with the north in our hand we can secure manchuria easily and give the japanese and chinese refugees a new home in The north” Replies Hyun chang mi,President of the korean Federation. “also are there any valuable resources from the north korean land? if not try our best to urbanize the cities and give better amenities to the cities to increase their living conditions, and do we have any new technologies developing?”.

“Yes ma’am we do have new technologies to spread towards the north: Including A foldable Computer (pc), a very sensitive radio to communicate with other civilizations, Automatons Called robots, . As for north korea we detect large stocks of Natural hot springs created by small cracks filled with lava to heat mountainous springs with a large amount of temperate forests in mountainous regions. Some settelers already have the initiative to build new cities in these mountainous regions mostly refugees.” Answers Cheolwang Park, Minister of development. “Understood, I shall continue with contacting outside civilizations including The US and germany.

Berlin, Berlin this is seoul Speaking Berlin! can you hear me?

Gah, this is useless i’ve contacted to berlin for over fifteen times”. Asserts the president.“Have you contacted moscow or beijing yet?” answers Park cheolwang. “Actually that might be a good idea.

Moscow, Moscow This is Seoul speaking Moscow! Can you hear me,roger out.”
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Postby San Mazer » Wed May 02, 2018 11:53 am

Indiana,
The former United States,
January 2020



Winter in the crossroads of America. Scattered bags and paper swirled around as a bitter wind blew through the air of rural Indiana. It had only been twenty years since life here had changed forever, but it felt much longer when one took a look at the impact wreaked on states around the globe. In some places, society had went back to the way things used to be. Local communities, field-working, town watches. The only way for many people to survive was to band together and tighten their belts.

This morning, the silence and bird song was shattered by a rolling convoy. A few MRAPs and Humvees, all caked in dirt and scratches, rolled past the signs directing motorists to what was once Indianapolis. Inside the lead vehicle, a rough-shaven man with tired and bloodshot eyes leaned over to the radio and pulled down his tattered scarf to speak.

"Homestead, this is Kodiak 2-1, coming down the highway now. No casualties, nothing too hairy."

The radio crackled to life.

"Roger that Kodiak 2-1, I'll tell the boys you're coming. Good work."

The convoy turned off the long abandoned highway onto a dusty, makeshift trail that snaked off into the woods towards a rusty steel bridge. Beside each entrance to the bridge was a few sandbag emplacements, the telltale silhouettes of armed men visible on each one. As the convoy rolled towards it, they were waved on through by those on duty. Whoever they were, they were welcome here.

The road didn't go on for much longer after that, instead reaching a small encampment set-up around what was once some sort of warehouse and its accompanying car park. Tents and vehicles lay scattered around the inside of the perimeter, whilst armed troops in a variety of different military and police uniforms scanned the treeline and the ridges around the camp. In the centre, on the main building, towered a large and slightly haphazard radio tower that seemed to hum as it sent out and received transmissions. A large American flag was draped over the old company's entrance sign.

Inside, a group of older men looked down onto the approaching convoy from the windows.

"Simple search and destroy op, Sir." One barked towards the lead figure.

"A few scavvers and punks out by Eminence. Most taken down, the rest handed over to the local militias for their own punishment. You'll be pleased to hear that there were no casualties..." He continued.

"Excellent work." The lead man replied, his gloved hand combing through his thick beard. He was imposing and burly, with a weathered and wrinkled face. It was Isaiah himself, leader of the American Legion. A nationalistic mercenary group that had made this neck of the woods their own. He wasn't much of a looker, instead having an aura that commanded respect. You'd want to impress him, not just to get on his good side but to keep from getting on his bad.

"It'll be good experience for the 'cruits but that ain't nothing but a mop-up job. Don't get them too carried away." He turned around and headed back into the command centre as the vehicles parked up and dismounted.

"Indiana isn't the place it was 10 years ago, Mac. Partly due to us and partly all those assholes getting their brains blown out. Work's drying up and so's the payments. We aren't going to fix anything more all the way out here." He mouthed off to his second-in-command, leaning a hand of the shoulder of a technician hunched over a scuffed and cracked old CRT monitor from before the collapse.

"Son. How's comms looking for the area. Anyone seeking out a big contract?"

The technician shook his head. "Nothing out this way, Sir."

"Well, then." He clapped. "We've been over this, you know what to do."

"Aye, sir." He nodded uncomfortably and begin scrabbling away at his keyboard and turning a few dials. The plan was to broadcast a signal, bounce it through a few stations and broadcast to the wider region. The American Legion was in business for a bigger partner and wasn't going to bother hanging around when it could be looking.

"If you're listening to this message." Isaiah's gruff voice came to life. "Then you've been contacted by the American Legion. No ifs, no buts, we're the premier PMC in North America and we're damn sure of it. I know there are folks out there in need of a hired gun or are wanting a few asses kicked, they just need to give us a call. Contact this frequency if you're interested and have the coin or gear to spare. We're a business after all, but a damn good one..."
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Newne Carriebean7 » Wed May 02, 2018 12:10 pm

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Democratic People's Republic of England
Outside of London
January 7th, 2020

Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution and head of the Packardian Communist Party Politburo Wilhelmina Packard nursed her third cigarette of the morning as she hunted for rabbits with the Secretary of Political Corruption and Packardian Communist Party founder Bob Mordecai. She twitched unsteadily on her colt 1911 handgun as she peered beneath a bush to notice several smurf- hey what the hell are you doing?
The Narrator found himself interrupted by an annoying *kick* ow, my precious onion of wisdom. Handsome blue colored smurf's lawyer which handed the narrator a nice cease and desist order, akin to something the UN might fuck up with. With that blue manned group- oh go away lawyers, you bastards are like cockroaches! With a smile, Packard leaped up into the air and fired her shotgun, blowing off an arm of one of the blue men, who spurt out red blood, disappointing, I know dearies.
"Hey, dumbass narrator and blue looking fucks, I'm hunting for rabbits!"
The Narrator then kindly informed Packard in an annoying voice that "Rabbits are sleeping near a creek because those unpaid interns apparently aren't immortal and they need to "recharge" their batteries, how inefficient. *tisk, tisk.*
As Packard crept up on the nodding off furry, she took aim in between drags of her cigarette and pressed the trigger, surprising the rabbit and dropping it dead in the forests, causing a startle for many birds in the area, which flew away in a murder of crows. An aide that was dressed up in a tutu per Packard's orders politely tapped her on the shoulder.
"Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution, I am pleased to inform you that we've rounded up a local hobo named Clochard Des Senges and some other third person as your opponent in the debates that are to occur because of poorly scripted events that the narrator shoehorns in."
With a bow, the Hobo, his breath reeking of booze and alcohol smiled.
"I knows mah politiks, now gib me that bootle a boozei!" With a staggered swing, the Hobo missed his mark and fell down a conveniently placed hole in the ground,getting stuck halfway.
"Well shit. I'm sorry but you won't be a candidate in this debate, would it be alright if I give you a write in option? How about in the color blue, you like blue."
"Well, that's very kind of yuhs, I'd prefer orangeey if yas haves anyies."
"I'll be sure to do that you illiterate homeless hobo and buffoon. " With a light tap on the head, the Grandmother of the Revolution walked off with a smile at the broken teethed hobo.

Moderator: "Hello and Welcome to the Only televised debate to all three clowns that can afford television mouse traps to enable you to watch this program. In This corner, we have Wilhelmina Packard, the incumbent Chairwoman of the Revolution, In this corner, weighing in at 80 pounds or whatever the fuck that number is in kilograms because I think we should go back to the Imperial system, it's Colonel Buster Monroe, rabid anti German and insane torso of a soldier that's running on a platform of no nuclear safeguards, taking it back to the "fifties." Our First question shall regard your policies towards potential foreign forces that may attempt to contact our nation, what would your diplomatic mission consist of and what would you hope to gain for the DPRE in the form of diplomatic talks with such a foreign country, if they are out there, for all we know, the world revolves around the Democratic People's Republic of England!"

Wilhelmina Packard: "Now, as a Packardian Communist, the first principle is England Primary, England Primary. I would be willing to meet in person with several foreign diplomats to possibly sign trade agreements with our shit natural resources, as long as English jobs are not lost. I do not wish to see the departure of dear mother Theresa's salt water taffy factory in exchange for some french fogged ripoff! I want english inventors and explorers to make this country a better place, even if it means putting out to pasture three hundred or four hundred thousand muffin topped foreigners."

Colonel Buster Monroe: "So what you're saying is that you are for foreign trade? bleeach. I wanna back to the good old days of the 1950s, when the only thing we had to worry about was soviet nuclear bombs hitting us on the head. If I am elected president- wait it's not president, it's called either Queen or King chairman or woman, that's it? I'll still run for good sport, but I want to be nominated as your new defense minister if I lose, you bitch. I can assure you that all trade that's not got the initials of the good old D.P.R.E on it shall be tossed into the sea, like what Oprah did with some weed."

Moderator: "Alright then, second question. Will either of you expand the armed forces in such a way, or introduce legislation to the Packard Parliament that either limits the amount of time that the reservists get off while promising cutbacks to the active duty personnel?"

Colonel Buster Monroe: " Why the hell would we not? Are we full of weak sisters in this nation? This... commie filled bastard of a nation. I may have my old fashioned ways and methods of thinking, but those are just as good as some technobabble that the nerds in London come up with for political mindfuckery. I vow to double the number of soldiers in the armed forces through the appropriate legislative channels. I also vow to build a massive statue of my mentor, Barry Goldwater, the Arizonan senator which I look to dearly as a major inspiration for my movement into politics. Those pantywaists in London wanted to stick me behind a desk, to hell with that! I left my legs in Dusseldorf,they owed me! Spit and polish, spit and polish, tromp, tromp,tromp, a long way to Tipperary, especially when you're waddling on your hands! Get some gloves they say! As they snicker in the footlocker, talking to me behind my back! They all deserve a good nuclear holocaust!"

Wilhelmina Packard:"I firmly believe that minute expansion would be needed, perhaps in the addition of 5,000 active duty personnel along with the expansion of 2,000 reservists in the armed forces. I also believe that we need loads of localized missile boats or gunboats with multiple firing volley rifle guns, or MFVRGs on them to serve as deterrents of invasion agaisnt this wonderful nation."

Moderator: "Do Either of you want to expand the nation's boarders, possibly upsetting the reservists which may overthrow this government, akin to the Packard Putsch, that's such a fucking fun alliteration to announce."

Wilhelmina Packard: "Now, I would be in favor of a limited, and I mean limited expansion, such as the seizure of no more than 20 boarder towns or villages within a year. We honestly have no idea who our neighbors may be, they might be the Irish Third Riech for all we know, with Nazi Potatoes rummaging around, still starving for the good of their people."

Colonel Buster Monroe: "Why the hell have we not already expanded the nation throughout this great land? I'm for manifest destiny, English edition. We must send in thousands of colonists backed with hundreds of rifle armed volunteers to settle this great land as pioneers of either Packard or missionaries of Monroe. The kukaburros start whispering to me about the pretty mangoes in the high trees, and I know they can see me, they can see all of us! Can't you hear them? Chattering with the Llamas behind our backs. They want our cornflakes, but they won't take our milk!"
Moderator: "Alright then, Monroe's gotten on the loony express and he doesn't wanna come off of it, I wish for the sanctity of this nation to pick the correct-"
The Moderator points to the old, chain smoking, sarcastic incumbent chairwoman of the revolution.
"And incorrect-"
The Moderator again extends his fingers in a gesture to the short stature of Buster Monroe's torso.
"choices for Chairwoman or Chairman of the revolution."


2020 ELECTION RESULTS
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Wilhelmina Packard (PCN):4,431,957 (52.5%)
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Colonel Buster Monroe (BGCP):3,900,122 (46.2%%)
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Clochard Des Senges:(I)109,743 (1.3%)

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Packard Communist Party: 180 seats (+9)
Packardian National Communist Worker's Party: 7 seats (-2)
Packardian Revolutionary Communist Party: 7 seats (-3)
Packardian Trade Unionist Party of Communism and Kensin Fan Fiction: 5 seats (-5)
Barry Goldwater Communist Party: 6 seats (+1)



MP Barney the purple dinosaur, of Brentwood, some random guy in a purple and green suit took his seat in the chamber. There was to be a very invigorating discussion on several key bills that the Politburo had passed down for the Parliament to vote on. As the copies of the bill were moved around each hand , passing between MP Elvis Presley and MP Billy Mays before finally landing in his lap with a thud as he mused through the two paged article of legislation.
"This is waay too much paper, I want this back in comic form so I know what can happen." Being that Barney had a very difficult time that will be noncontinuous in the plot due to the narrator thinking Barney can read the bible just so the Holy Church of Goldwater can get started as a mechanism for insanity.

With a thud, the comic arrived fresh off the papers as the smurfed comic books writers slaved away in turning boring legislation into fun comic books as part of Packard's Youth Political Engagement program, or Y-PEP.
As he was handed a hot off the presses copy of the National Corruption Inspection and Enforcement in Education Act, or NACIEEA.
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Musing through each of the shittily drawn comics that the narrator must have taken no more than five minutes on, hey you bastard, it belongs in the Louvre next to the goddamn smiling woman behind bullet proof glass or some shit like that. Barney the Purple Dinosaur decided to enter the chamber, where several politicians were beating up each other WWE style, with Queen Elizabeth picking up a foldable chair and bitch slapping Monty Python.

In another corner of the arena was a tea party where a projector had images of Uesugi Kensin and Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov going on a picnic, happily sipping tea and shoving cake into one another's mouth before the masters of insanity, Reccep Tayip Erdogan and Vito Antonio Scalleta sighed before violently swinging punches at former Japanese and Russian personnel, knocking the projector over and saving Kensin from certain punches by Ivanov.

It almost sounded like the initiation of a shittily punchline, I know shittily aint a word, still gonna use it, see? With the yanking of a stepladder, Barney the Purple Dinosaur yanked the WWE title belt to ensure his jeans didn't fall off and so that a bill would be shitted out for a vote could actually do something worth while.

National Corruption Inspection and Enforcement in Education Act (NCIEEA)
Introduced by: Wilhelmina Packard
Passed Politburo on: January 1st, 2020
Transformed into Comic on: January 7th, 2020

I. The Nationwide Inspection of Primary and Secondary educational facilities for instances, cases, isolated events, related events, and any other terminology which shall enable old women to feed birds shall be implemented with the following criteria of "Corruption."

II. If you are an Opposition member of Parliament , If you do not approve Uesugi Kensin's adventures in governance, If you knowingly take bribes without informing the government of your needed economic situation, if that amount of Packard Pounds is unable to be taxed 95% by the Minister of Money, If you inform the Minister of Money or their associates "I cant pay taxes, I'm totally not corrupt" followed by nervous signs of lying. If you are unable to afford a tiny sombrero hat yet turn up with a tuna colored mansion and diamond studded Icelandic fishing polls of cheese, If you are in deep financial distress due to:
A Pogo stick mobile clown attacking you with a chainsaw while saying "HA HA."
The insatiable urge to nuke your own shit.

III. Colonel Buster Monroe, upon losing the election, shall immediately be appointed as Head of the Armed Forces. Barney Grumble is to immediately reassigned Mayor of London. Handicapped accommodations for the lower torso less Commissar shall be immediately initiated, as we love the handicapped.

IV. The Punishments for such corrupt acts shall vary from the age of the accused. If it is a minor (1-16), the expulsion from educational establishments all over the Democratic People's Republic of England shall be put in place. if the age of the accused is a major , then the crime shall be either backbreaking labor for 2 years, or immediate execution with your choice of Ronald Reagan soviet jokes or Mikhail Gorbachev american jokes.

FOR: 154
AGAINST: 51


PACKARDIST INSANEIST COMMUNISM
An Essay, By Wilhelmina Packard.

The Workers of the Democratic People's Republic of Britain are piss poor dumb asses that require proper "reeducation" in the correct Packardist ways of thought. I move for this pamphlet to be the new, guiding ideology of Anglo Saxon Anarchist Socialism, merely a title to fool those anarchists and socialists into joining, as the party is more along the lines of a combination of nationalist values of the people of England and the socialist economic principles of Hoxha, that one Albanian guy that built shit tons of bunkers and loved the fuck out of Stalin. I propose the division of the nation into three, distinct, classes, the Core, Wavering and Hostile classes of state. I shall explain in my manifesto. The justification of the state's power is the danger of foreign threats abroad, which must be and will be quelled by the Grandmother of the Revolution Wilhelmina Packard.

I.The Core class shall include top PCP officials and members of the highest classes of the "old" Victorian era society in which I had been brooded up in my youth, or maybe I was born to a cabbage, hell if I know. These shall be the aspiring class of political, economical and social well being that, while many will seek to achieve, seldom few shall be chosen by the Packard Communist Party Parliament and Worker's Congress. The Core class are 100% pure Packardist in thought and Stalinist in practice, with gulags a plenty for those political prisoners that dare step out of line.
Population: 3% of population (420,627 )

II.The Wavering classes shall be those county level communist officials or officials of "favorable standing" political party status which actively bribe and corrupt their way through the DPRE's governmental and party organs to achieve power. In order for these Wavering Class to fully break free of their chains, they must seek out and strike down one of those Hostile class which actively transpire to purge the state of it's great and dear leadership in the Grandmother of the Revolution Packard.
Population: 40% of population (5,608,362)

III.The Hostile class will be those unfavorable standing party officials or MPs that actively quarrel with the boundaries of their office, they seek the roles of Core when they are not granted to them, they actively commit crimes and shit on the good name of Grandmother of the Revolution Wilhelmina Packard. Our jails and cemeteries are filled with these, these subhuman forms of socialist thought, such as Bolsheviks and Maoists, unlike the wonderful Stalinist Scientists, Nixonite Nationalists, Ivanovich Intellectuals.
Population: 57 % of the population (7,991,916)

IV. Worker's Committees within 50 state owned factories shall be organized with organs of power, as a Core shall overlook the Wavering class, just as Spaatz did so many years ago. These factories shall be administered by a Packard Communist Party commissar who shall send production data and make the needed products from the worker's manufacturing centers.

V. Communist Cannibalism shall be utilized in gradual practice, getting the nation's tastes accustomed to human flesh. Flesh Cards shall be distributed to Core and Wavering classes, which shall limit the human meat allocated by their class. 1,800 calories of human flesh will be allocated to Core classes, while 800 calories will be granted to Wavering classes. The Hostile class shall be slowly exterminated in order to better service the needs of the two other classes until there is just two million Hostile left, a reduction of 5 million people in a feeding frenzy. Government funded slaughterhouses will begin to kidnap Hostile classes of people from their homes in a national feeding program known as FOOD, or Fulfilling Order and Organization with Dignity. We expect a mere 25,000 people to be chopped up and served to the people of this nation. However, in times of war, this program will be operating at 25% capacity for the war effort's main focus.
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Postby Mechanist Combine » Wed May 02, 2018 3:39 pm

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January 14th 2020


Status report from Federal Chief of Engineering Operations Koda Naomichi to Director of Humanitarian Imperial Activities Hora Tobei:

Water to the last of the farms today, and work has begun on the water system in Iwanai, sewage is getting into their water system again.

Work on the Okushiri sewer system and water lines have halted, Daimyo Ono Gennai has been pestering us for days to repair a power outage in Mori and has managed to revoke our transport ship's docking rights on the island. Please see that this is dealt with as soon as you can, people in the city are becoming impatient with the constant delays.

Daimyo Shiba Keizo has sent us yet another request for a full inspection of the coast guard base by his own men, we granted this request.

Daimyo Kuga Kyoji has requested that we send out a crew to repair a personal plane in Rishi Airport for him, we do not have the expertise or the resources to meet this request, The Daimyo has threatened to cut our basing rights and report us to the Shogun for dishonoring him. Please advise on how to correctly handle this situation.

No other news to report upon yet, please respond with urgency, -Koda Naomichi


January 18th 2020
Sapporo Palace, Sapporo
7:53 P.M.


Shogun Takahashi Kokushi sat in a room with five other men around a large round table, most of the men wore suits, one though was in an undecorated military uniform, the room was mostly silent, all but a short of stature man who was expressing the renewability of the resources that they were using every day.
"Our factories can only produce so many of these things at any given point, and even then we don't have the resources to keep up what little production we have, our projections say that we have roughly three years left before we will need to open our borders and trade with other nations of the world or we will end up without the basic necessities to even repair what we already have."
After this, the now visibly sweaty man took his seat again and wiped his forehead with a hand towel. The man in the military uniform stood up after several seconds of silence and spoke assertively but shortly.
"I agree with the economics minister if we cannot produce even the nail or the hammer to build a simple house than we will end up sending our country into anarchy again and the undoing of all we have worked to achieve, this is crucial for us to maintain our sovereignty and turn this island into a permanently independent country free of outside influence."
The man would sit down again and silence encompassed the room once more.The three other men looked at each other almost shocked as Shogun Takahashi Kokushi looked between the two men who ahd spoke and nodded.
"While I can agree that this is the right course of action I know that the all of the southern Daimyo, as well as most of the northern ones, will oppose this idea in its entirety. I am only sure of one that will agree to this idea, if we are in such dire need to open our borders then we must think of a way to force the other Daimyo, at least the more influential ones, to be swayed over to our side of thinking, I will dismiss this meeting on this thought so that it may stick with all of us through the coming days until next week, how do we convince them to open their doors to trade or how do we use the matierals in out hands to prolong our fate without outside assistance?"
With that Shogun Takahashi Kokushi stood and bowed to and thanked the assembled men for coming, as all of whom did so to him and one another before exiting the chamber and going back to their offices.

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Sacramento, California

The headquarters of the Jefferson-Maidu forward operating base was at the top floor of a twenty-something-story skyscraper. The foundation was stable, and, aside from a kamikaze jet, there was nothing the enemy could do. It had the nice bonus of a clear, straight view of the State Capitol building, which just so happened to be the headquarters of the San Franciscan forward operating base. A line of snipers lined the window frames where glass windows once stood. Food was laid out in the center of the floor, and the officers (and the occasional ambitious soldiers) took turns at the hot pastries, fresh in from a Placer bakery.

Smoking was conveniently banned to the floor just below them, and for now the commanders resigned to conversation before the gunfire started back up. Lt. Pasternak was the first to speak up. "To me, the best part about this is that, once Sacramento is finished, it's a clear shot to San Francisco. We get all that agricultural technology at Davis, and they'll be forced to surrender."

"No, no," Captain Rukhala replied. "They'll retreat back behind the Coastal Ranges, and then they'll be in our position back during our War for Independence. No, the best thing about victory here is that they'd be forced to stop calling themselves the true Californians. Los Angeles has all the people and technology, we have all the natural resources and the history that made up the Golden State," he stood up. "But so long as they have that damn building down there, they're convinced that they are the heirs of California." He sat back down. "It'll be good to wipe that smile off of their smug faces."

"Let 'em keep the title of California; it's not like we're ever gonna use it," grumbled a Colonel Lincoln. "California owed nothing to us. That capitol building means nothing to us but some fine history and fancy architecture. Heck, perhaps they left the paintings, and we can take 'em back to Auburn."

It was at that moment that sniper fire started ringing out. Apparently a number of Franciscans were rushing out of the capitol in a charge to rush the headquarters. If they made it to the base, they'd be out of range for sniper fire and into close-quarters combat. Unfortunately for them, the snipers were too numerous, and the valiant charge turned into an embarrassing retreat in less than a minute. Perhaps that would turn the stalemate into an advantage for the Northern Californians. Perhaps not. There was too little information as to the number of the enemy to tell.

It was at this moment that the telephone began to ring. Lincoln got up. "Huh. Apparently Auburn has something to say." He picked up the phone. "Yes? Uh huh. Okay, putting you on speaker."


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Auburn, California

"Thank you, Colonel. I would like to thank you, and all the delegates here, for attending this emergency meeting on such short notice. War matters, I'm afraid. Before we get into the purpose of our meeting, I would like to welcome the delegate from Sonoma. Most of your county has been liberated from San Francisco, and soon the whole bay will be ours!"

There was a thumping of tables in what once was the Placer County courthouse, and what was now home to the Jefferson-Maidu Senate. The Sonoma representative got up to speak a few brief words as his county's formal entrance. "Thank you, brothers, for your warm invitation. My people may be hesitant, but, in a few years and God willing, we will provide the fiercest fighting against the San Franciscans since the Auburn Wars!"

More thumping. "The Auburn Wars" was technically the San Franciscan name for the Jefferson War of Independence, but it was a gaffe they could easily let slide. They were just glad to have access to the bay for once. The head senator got up. "Now for the matter of the day. Our outpost across the Rockies has just returned with radio transmissions from the eastern half of the post-United States. The first was a unification, liberation movement, called the American Liberation Front. They, quote, '[offer] a classless society, free of class division and class fighting.'"

"Are they Communist, then? Perhaps socialist?"

"They appear so, from the messages coming from their radio station. I'm sure our San Franciscan neighbors would appreciate their support."

There were numerous laughs across the room. The delegate from Tehama County piped up. "But do we know how strong they are? Do they pose a threat to Jefferson?"

"In earnest, not a clue. We can only guess based on the radio signals; we have no boots on the ground in the east."

There were a few murmurs. Perhaps the American Liberation Front was already growing strong, perhaps to challenge Jefferson. They returned to the schedule. "What is the second signal?"

"The second comes from an organization called the 'American Legion.' They are, quote, 'the premier PMC in North America.' It seems like the eastern United States is more organized than we once thought." The head senator stood up. "It is clear that we will never side with the Front due to ideological differences, but the Legion may have access to better equipment and vehicles than those of our current military. My question to you, Colonel, is this: do you think our military could benefit from the recruitment of this 'Legion'?"

There was silence on the other end of the line. "Hello, Colonel Lin-"

"I heard the question," stated the telephone. "This war would be practically over if we recruited them. The only two advantages the enemy has over us are manpower and technology, and closing the gap in either would mean almost instant capitulation. However, I do not believe, especially when we have the upper hand in Sacramento, that their recruitment would be a wise use of our already-dwindling non-natural resources. I don't think they'd be interested in a payment of lumber or granite."

There was a wave of nods throughout the room. The delegate from Yuba County stood up. "I propose that we send an expeditionary force, no, three expeditionary forces, eastward to the Atlantic seaboard, to scout out the size and scope of these new, post-apocalyptic powers. Further, I recommend that we give them diplomatic authority to negotiate on our behalf."

Senators across the room stood up to second the motion. The speaker arose in return. "Are there any delegates against this motion?" No responded. "Then it is settled. We shall assemble these adventurers, and spread the glory of Jefferson throughout the entire continent!"

A combination of applause and table-thumping resounded through the Auburn foothills of the Sierra Nevadas. The next day, the Rocky Mountain correspondent was sent back to broadcast the following messages:

Attention, American Legion. This is the Grand Republic of Jefferson-Maidu. We are interested in your proposition, and, while we do not need your services currently, we may need them in the near future. Please respond with an appropriate meeting location where our expedition team should contact you, to peruse your arsenal. Thank you for your consideration.

American Liberation Front: This is the Grand Republic of Jefferson-Maidu. We are sending an expeditionary force. Any harm that befalls this force will incur the wrath of Jefferson-Maidu. Do not attempt to intercept or ambush this convoy; they come in peace and diplomacy. We appreciate your cooperation.

To all factions of the eastern United States: We are the Grand Republic of Jefferson-Maidu. We wish you joy and prosperity, and we hope for amicable relations between our powers. Soon we will have access to the vast wealth and resources of California, and we are willing to share it with all of our friends. If you are interested, our capital is near Lake Tahoe; you can meet us there. Otherwise, we are sending scouts to learn more about you and your people. We wish you the best of God's blessings, and we look forward to meeting you.
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Postby Plzen » Thu May 03, 2018 1:07 am

Bergen, Vestlandet, K. Norge, Nordiska samväldet,
2020 February 14th


Captain Solfrid Ness watched over her ship undock from the familiar harbour. Yeah, well, technically it was owned by the Council. Whatever. It was her ship and to hell with anyone that said otherwise. The stout outlines of light cruiser NRS Vinland. Captain Ness almost snorted. Light cruiser! The thing had a civilian hull, from a converted oil tanker, and had enough armaments to maybe ward off pirates.

Nonetheless, it was her ship now, and she had to admit that she wasn't the least bit upset at the title of captain that came with it.

Of course, there were reasons for everything, even if she did not necessarily understand them herself. Captain Ness might have thought the Vinland a joke, but the Council had invested over two billion kroner into this ship. More, once you factored in the cost of the fuel, the salaries of its crew, the port facilities to house it, and on, and on, and on. One did not put down a 10-figure sum for anything unless one knew very well that it was being placed to great effect.

Starting with the choice of hull. Sure, converting an oil tanker meant a weaker hull than a dedicated military design would have been. But this was not a fighting ship to begin with, and for a civilian hull the double-hulled oil tanker had a relatively solid structure. Building a military hull from scratch would have been another couple hundred million kroner. Why waste the money for a noncombat vessel? Besides, with a relatively simple internal structure and vast empty spaces, the ship was very easy to retrofit.

And heavily retrofitted it was. There was possibly no other ship of its size in the Commonwealth - maybe even the world - that had the survivability and speed that it did. Between stockpiles of spare parts, huge fuel tanks, an internal machine shop and even fishing nets, the ship was very much designed to stay out of port for months on end if it proved necessary. With dual diesel engines, courtesy of the Bergslagen government, it would make good speed, too. Nineteen hundred kilometres a day, Solfrid recalled the report that she had received the day before.

The armaments that Captain Ness complained so much about were not even meant to be there. They were added mainly as an afterthought, due to the possibility of the North Americans having even faster ships that the Vinland couldn't outrun. Standard weapons for a corvette, those were, instead of the light cruiser that the ship supposedly were.

Perfect, in short, for the mission that the Council had in mind for her. This would be her trial run, her proof of concept. It would be four days to St. Johns, Solfrid reflected. Or perhaps three or even two, if they could make the speed that the engineers assured her that the ship was capable of.

Of course, in the military it was a general maxim that nothing new ever worked the way it was supposed to. But that was alright. Even if the ship turned out to be ten knots slower than the engineers said it would be, that would still make them one of the fastest ships of this size.

It was to be a general mission of exploration of the North American eastern coast. Starting with St. Johns in what used to be Canada, sweeping down towards Florida, Cuba, and Hispaniola, before returning home. Ascertaining what the actual conditions in the area were like, determining who the local authorities were and making contact with them if at all possible, and opening the area up to Nordic commerce... or, depending on the circumstances, militarism.

Sure, sure. The transatlantic radio connections worked fine. But how were they to know whether the person on the other end was telling the truth? Or even was who they said they were? How were they to know how many important notables of the continent just wasn't picking up? No... better to visit in person, then personally investigate.

Captain Solfrid Ness smiled. She could already taste all the free beers that being nicknamed an explorer would get her in the many pubs across Bergen. And, of course, if she did even halfway decently she might be sailing this very same ship towards Africa or South America...

The familiar coastline of Bergen fell behind her, and awaiting her was the entire world.
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Postby Northern Poland » Thu May 03, 2018 6:52 am

President's Office,ALF
A Officer opened the door, Saying, "Sir, A Transmission came in from some base in the US!" Rudolph replied with,"Show me it, Now." The officer showed him the script, and the President said,"make Roadblocks along the main highways connecting the area to the other states." The Officer Replied with, "Yes sir, I'll get the 3rd People's Battalion and the 1st Motorized Battalion on standby." The Officer runs out, to go to the Tech room to find the source.

Vehicle Garage
"Battalion, Attention!" The Lieutenant Colonel yells to the 800 Men assembled before him. He says,"We have to prepare to barricade the highways in West Virginia!" He added,"Get into the Vehicles, and begin preparations!" The 800 men begin to file into 30 Humvees,2 Rigs,2 bulldog tanks, and the rest either marched or where riding
in MTVR trucks.




Radio Broadcast to Jefferson-Maidu
"We will allow the expeditionary force you have talked about, But if they get near our territory, or the Checkpoints at many of the highways leading to our territory, they will be stopped and either asked to go back, or they will be checked and either cleared or denied." "We will not attack the Expeditionary force, unless they try to break through the checkpoints."


Location of Checkpoints Map
I-64
I-68
I-70
I-73
I-74
I-77
I-79
I-81
I-470
(only where they enter WV, not along the entire Highways)


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Postby Zjaum » Thu May 03, 2018 4:52 pm

Ruins of Salt Lake City, Utah

Down the roads of Interstate 80 ran a large convoy of trucks. Well, three convoys, more specifically. One would ride Interstate 80 through to New Jersey, one would travel into Texas and the ex-American South, and the last would check everywhere that the other two didn't cover. Any independent skilled labor they found would be taken back to Jefferson. Each had a truck each for fuel, food, and men. Diplomats, soldiers, and radio operators were ferried along, wondering what the eastern world held in store for them.

Now, however, it was time for one last break before the convoys parted ways. They'd already enjoyed an hour at Lake Tahoe, blue as ever, and they had some cynical fun pulling what levers still worked at the casinos in Reno. There were a number of Mormon factions in Utah, and the Jefferson-Maidu vanguard had soon as much amiability towards those men and women of faith and said people of faith had shown for the convoy. Some even volunteered to come back to Jefferson-Maidu, seeing the stability east of the Sierra Nevadas. Regardless, there was clearly a need to establish a larger presence outside their nation's little bubble. The I-80 team promised to reclaim them on the way back. Food and fuel were given to the expeditions to make up for the day's worth they'd exhausted already.

Before the whole group left, the I-80 group heard their first response. Unfortunately, it was from the American Liberation Front. The Mormons asked who they were, and the Northern Californians painted them in a... not-so-pleasant light, instilling a little bit of fear into Deseret. As it turned out, the routes that the expedition would use just missed the interstate highways mentioned in the transmission, let alone the checkpoints the ALF named. Good; nobody wanted to rattle sabers just yet. The trucks revved themselves up and set out. To glory!


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Sacramento, California

The day had finally arrived. People were sick of lounging around, waiting for San Francisco to make its next move, and the officers were more restless than the staff. The food was fine; an ample supply from the fertile Central Valley had made sure to that. The pastries, on the other hand, were running low. Ever since the break attempt by the enemy, everyone was in an aggressive mood, and it was time to alleviate everyone's restlessness. The order was given to charge forth into the Capitol.

The Franciscans didn't put up much of a fight as their foe charged the steps, probably for fear of sniper fire from the skyscrapers. In fact, most of the soldiers decided to casually walk up to the front, under no pretense that there would be contest. The invading soldiers met with suppressing fire, however, as soon as they stepped through. Mildly shocked and embarrassed, the raiders regrouped, retook their positions, and resumed fire into the galleries. It was there that they realized that their worst fears had been for naught: the Capitol Building was running on skeleton crews, woefully understaffed. Apparently their break wasn't a gamble, but an act of desperation. The first line of resistance crumbled. Then the smaller second line followed suit. Within hours, the battle was over. The lone wolfs either surrendered or were promptly gunned down. This was the moment of triumph. The battle of Sacramento might take a few days or so, but it was clear that the Jefferson-Maidu victory was inevitable. Sacramento was more a symbolic point than anything; without the Capitol, there was no point in investing further into the conflict. From here, the tender lands of Napa and Yolo Counties were ripe for the taking.
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Postby Imperial Idaho » Thu May 03, 2018 9:33 pm

Peoria, Illinois, Former United States

By large Peoria was a ghost town when the Trans-Americans had brought their wagons, trucks, and horses into the outskirts of the old and broken city. The streets were empty save for the occasional cannibal gang and walled town every few miles, their inhabitants typically former cannibals themselves. The Trans-Americans had moved into the city and spread around a large part of the outside farmlands and woods, in order to put less stress on food logistics. They bought off as much corn and grain as they could from the townsmen and other traders floating up and down the Illinois river, and prepared to settle in for the winter. Ammunition stores were getting smaller and smaller as skirmishes increased with gangs and tribesmen, and as they hunted the wildlife around the city.

Bossman Amelia Lewis grew tired of remaining idle for the whole of the winter, and had sent out smaller scouting parties into the remainder of Illinois and into nearby Indiana, revealing nothing particularly out of the ordinary. Just more city states, gangs, and the usual. In the meantime, as she awaited the returning of these parties she paid particular interest in salvaging any of the unclaimed gear and repairing abandoned structural assets in Peoria. Libraries searched through to find books of note, steel mills revived to produce bullets, and cars and buildings stripped apart for anything that can be put together for makeshift forts. Gas was slowly imported at expense from up and down the Illinois-Mississippi, and overland from the Dakotas when possible, however infrequent due to the onset of winter however.

Old radio station parts were pooled together to fix up a local transnational radio station. Upon receiving confirmation of it's functionality by a bombardment of skeleton broadcasts that hadn't petered out yet. Upon analysis of incoming broadcasts, an important three being analysed. One from a PMC in Indiana, the next target of the Trans-Americans migration path, one from a power back out west in old California-Oregon, one they'd been vaguely familiar with, and the final from a self proclaimed socialist alternative government of the United States. With all the unknowns of the true state of these groups they could only assume their nature and power. A PMC is a PMC, and therefore not nearly as powerful as a proper landed nation state. Whether they were in the hundreds or the tens of thousands they were unsure, though logically there'd come a point when they were powerful enough they'd become a proper government, especially if the scouts were correct in the lack of any true nation in former Indiana. The American Legion would be a non issue for the time being.

Jefferson-Maidu was known of back in the Rockies, no formal interactions or diplomacy had been done between them and either of John Lewis's states. They were too far away to be of serious concern. The American Liberation Front however could be of some concern. They were clearly a communist or socialist state or movement and their size was unknown. Their location being assumed to be just being east of the Mississippi in general guesses and stories from natives and merchants. They'd be quite the concern. With an ideology perceived as plague-like, state breaking, and ruinous by Amelia Lewis's older peers, they would have to be avoided if possible. However if unlucky, they'd be right in the way of migration to D.C, and therefore they'd likely be forced to interact. They'd have to find out more about them later.

The following messages were broadcasted across the air now that the radio station had been fixed up.

From: The Trans-Americans
To: American Liberation Front

This is Elijah Stevens of the Trans-Americans, we are migrants from the old Rocky Mountains presently camped out in a stretch of Illinois. We have plans to continue migrating eastwards towards the Atlantic and would like to know of your location and claims so as to not violate your borders or sovereignty. Please Respond. This message will repeat until a response is given or it shuts off after two weeks of broadcasting. Over.


From: The Trans-Americans
To: General Airwaves

This is Elijah Stevens of the Trans-Americans, we are migrants from the old Rocky Mountains presently camped out in a stretch of Illinois. If you are a member of a town, county, state, or any other type of organized government, I request that you respond to this broadcast and inform us of your governments presence, boundaries, and the nature of it's actions. Please Respond. This message will repeat until a response is given or it is manually shut off. Over.
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Postby Ath-leasachadh Alba » Fri May 04, 2018 1:42 pm

Dawn, Aberdeen Harbour, Grampia, Scottish Free State


The van pulled up to the barrier. A gruff man in a grey overcoat and dented helmet raised his hand to the cab driver. John McDonald turned to the driver. "Keep the lock on the back of the truck. if anyone, and I mean anyone attempts to question the cargo after me and the boys leave, your course of action is to state that it's central authority business".

He took a revolver from his holster. "Anyone gives you any pish, flash this. Don't pull it out unless it's absolutely necessary, they shouldn't get too intimate if they see you're armed, just pull at your coat every now and then". The driver nodded in agreement. "Right, I've got a ship waiting for me. Keep watch from a distance until I'm embarked with the security detail. I want someone on overwatch, and to notify the central authority of my death if these lads get jumpy."

He slammed the side of the truck with his fist. A small continent of uniformed, well-armed SNRA militamen poured out, with all but one joining the Trade and Goodwill Minister.

The harbour guard piped up, "You're half an hour early. We didn't expect to see you until round about 6."

The reply was short and sharp, and for good reason. This was, de facto, Billy Murdo's dockyard. "It seems the FSN De Brus has already docked, so I fail to see how it's any of your business when I actually arrive."

"Aye very good Mr McDonald. The captain is in the Harbour-master's office. something about incorrect paperwork. The consensus is that it's the fault of the Central Authority, naturally". John ignored the man's jibe. He wasn't about to take any lip from a middle-aged fisherman turned enforcer today. He had in the absence of all puns, bigger fish to fry.

He made his way into the office, he was immediately greeted with an atmosphere of primal aggression. The captain was slamming his fists on the table demanding that the FSN De Brus be allowed to dock immediately and be able to make use of harbour facilities.

"What's all this about?"

The Captain turned to McDonald, "This fat little shite won't allow a Military Naval Vessel under the direct orders of the Stathauder to make use of the harbour facilities here."

"I fail to see the issue, surely we could just make use of facilities in Stockholm?"

"Aye, but they won't even let us embark or disembark. We had to slide down on ropes in order to even speak with this immature wee bastard. There's no way aboard at the moment". The latter half of the sentence directed purely at the face of the smug portly man sat at his desk.

Finally, he piped up after what seemed like hours of smiling smugly at all present. "Lets be honest here gentlemen, you've been sorely outclassed. I don't care very much for the weight you're throwing around here, or anywhere else in the region. As far as I'm concerned, any previous notions of Scotland are dead, the people of Aberdeen will look after themselves quite well without any of your 'help". He arose from his chair. "William Munro has better protected the people of Grampian than any heavy handed government in Stirling."

"Would you excuse us for a minute, Mr..?"

"Caldwell, Harbourmaster Caldwell. No I will not, you can excuse yourselves. This is my office, until you force me out of it that is". He leaned back in his chair and wrapped his hands around the back of his head. "Out you go."

The party left promptly, they walked and talked on their way to the quayside. A grim phone call would need to be made.

Early Morning, Palace O' Scots, Stirling, Scottish Free State


Stathauder Kenneth Brown carefully unpacked the beige envelope. The sound of the rough paper sanding against his hands.

URGENT

Industrial Development Report


The first section outlined limited growth in extraction of raw materials and agricultural output. No surprises there, though it was the opinion of the Stathauder that in order to guarantee this growth, re-industrialisation must occur as soon as possible.

The second proved a far more bitter pill to swallow. Without such necessary steps, it is likely that the agricultural output of the country and this it's economy would falter and collapse within a few short years. The nation must be lead through development at any cost. In order to achieve this, certain steps must be taken to centralise the state and provide the Stathauder direct rule over the rebellious provinces.

It was then the telephone rang.

"Stathauder Brown, who is this?"

"John McDonald, I'm at the harbour now. I have reason to believe that Murno suspects we're up to something, they aren't allowing any Central Authority vessels dock."

"Well John, it's funny you should say that. I've just had a report land on my desk that Munro and his ilk need to vanish from the political landscape if this nation of ours has any chance at life."

Amid dulcet and muttered tones, the telephone conversation would continue for another hour.


Midday, Aberdeen Harbour, Grampia, Scottish Free State


John had estimated there were around 30 armed men guarding the harbour, and that it was unlikely and of the working stiffs would side with either faction. He spied 3 unmarked SNRA vans, very similar to the ones he had embarked in. He walked over to a group of Murdo's Quayside guards who were enjoying a cigarette break. He made small talk with them as he subtly eyed the 20 strong group of men setting up makeshift machine-gun and overwatch positions. As soon as the men on this higher ground gave the signal, the breakout of the FSN De Brus would begin, and the Free State would create an example out of the Grampian Warlords.
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Postby Macau And Hong Kong » Sat May 05, 2018 3:41 am

United Korean Federation



Busan, Korean Federation


As the Buildings of the Korean city turned to rubble a mysterious figure searches around the remnants of the Destroyed city, The Figure then found a small radio in one the ground on it is a tape, he plays the tape and hears it

"if you're hearing this then You're too late the korean federation has fallen under the hands of the Communist, Here's a summary of what happened after korea annexed the DPRK, Some people were furious on how the bourgoeise Have talen their land. Lead by Kyung sam cheong he gathered followers on thinking of a superior Race of Marxist and so he rebelled against the army andg genocided innocent people on thinking that they were inferior than them.

His army managed to captured many cities and ours have Trouble fighting them many are trying to run away like myself. We all took Buses, Cars, and trains towards busan because of the large amounts of ships there that we're gonna use to run away. Where you might ask? well a small city in The former US, Anchorage they're our first City to respond our calls. We're running out of time we can see the jets from here we're just packing the last of our tech to the last ship and we're home free. President hyun out".

The mysterious figure then runs away as he saw some North koreans seeing him and with a quick dash the mysterious figure is gone.
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Postby Plzen » Sat May 05, 2018 9:24 am

Trondheim, Trøndelag, K. Norge, Nordiska samväldet,
14th February 2020


Campaigning season was coming up in one and a half months, and the small province of Trøndelag was working feverishly to prepare for it. It was an odd year, this one. Preparations for the campaign would normally only be beginning at this time of year. But although the Province Government of Trøndelag was keeping very quiet about their designs, they knew, the people knew, and probably even the sewer rats knew what was about to happen in the summer.

A summer campaign to seize the Northern Isles from Scotland - again. But this time, unlike every other year, they were determined to hold the Isles through the winter. Sjælland. Østlandet. Vestlandet. Trøndelag. Føroyar. The Danish and Norwegian regular navies. Some 30,000 men were to be pledged to this project on the land front alone, let alone the navies. The biggest feat of Nordic arms since the Battle of Sankt Petersburg, some eight years prior.

Of course, the large force was large mainly in numbers. The co-ordination between the different units and the discipline of enlisted men were at a level that any pre-Cataclysm military officer would have sneered at. But that was then, here was now, and the truth was that if the co-operation between the different units were somewhat lacking, by the standards of the times, they were a fairly professional force.

The Isles would fall - of that there was no question. They did most years. But last year, it fell to the Sjællanders. They couldn't have that, not this year! Ask any man in Trøndelag and you would get the same answer - most enthusiastically, in fact, from the barracks of the men to be committed to that operation. To them the honour and glory of arms! To them the first claim for the wealth of the Isles! Not the wretched Danes! National pride was at stake here!

So, the men laboured. The logistics of conducting and supplying an amphibious operation involving multiple brigade-sized units was no easy task. Even if, and this the men knew also, they had all winter to prepare for it.

The northern winds howled.
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Postby Greater Redosia » Sun May 06, 2018 9:36 am

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Leningrad, 1st Spetsnaz Brigade, 3rd Platoon

The "Hinds" flew into the air over the landscape of Russia below, they were given one mission and that was to make contact with St. Petersberg, though on the file it was given the name Leningrad, to make contact with Russian militias and to assess the current situation with enemy military forces. The Lieutenant looked at the others in the helicopter with him, "Once we land we enter the city, we make base at the General Staff Building and begin our operations. We do not know who we are facing, even after eighteen years of rebuilding we are now finally making moves. So get ready for anything." The rest of the trip remained silent, loading their AK-74Us and one with a Dragunov SVU.

After several hours the helicopters landed outside the city limits, unloading 16 men onto the ground. Their orders were to stay put and if spotted are to quickly depart back to base, they waved them off as the platoon entered the city. Distant gunfire echoing throughout the city, making their way down the streets and alleyways. Rubble coating the ground and cars sitting sitting still, they were almost to the palace square before being ambushed by a bunch of masked and armed assailants. They returned fire and quickly made their way to the palace square and bolting to the General Staff Building, closing the doors. They split into teams of 8, one staying guard and the others clearing and securing the building.

As they entered they were treated with meeting even more armed men, though more mixed with equipment and a large flag of the Russian Federation on the wall. "Welcome, we are the Saint Petersburg Home Battalion. I'm Commander Nikolai, you do not look like normal bandits or from a different group. Please tell us who you are." The Lieutenant stepped forward, lowering the AK-74U, "We will not disclose our names, but we are from Moscow. 1st Spetsnaz Brigade 3rd Platoon, Union of Soviet Socialist Republics." The Commander looked slightly shocked but then calmed, "So the Communists rise from the grave hmm? Never would of guessed, heard from travelers about the rise of the Red Star south of here, didn't know they were true. Well since you are here now, I guess you may stay with us." The lieutenant nodded, "We have orders to begin cooperation with groups such as yours, you have radios and we can begin."

Roscosmos, Moscow, USSR

"Come on, come on, come on! Ah there we go! We are making contact with one of our satellites now sir! We have connection!" The General walked over and leaned over the chair, looking at the screen. "Sir we have made contact with...satellite...Kosmos 1974...wait isn't that a early warning satellite against missiles. Damn I thoug- OW!" the nerd was slapped upside the head, "I need communications! Not early warnings! Keep trying until you get it right, you are chewing up much of the nations power just trying to do this and I do not think the Party is happy with your progress." The nerd began to type faster, "D-Don't worry sir! I'll get it right this time! But hey now we have one up and running again, shouldn't be that hard to find a different one!" The nerd went back to work, typing away on the computer, one of the few that were left that knew..somewhat what they needed to do.

The General left and saluted to a fellow officer, "We've managed to get one up and running again, though not much progress have been made. The one that was restored was completely useless to us, so we are forced to continue and wait." The Officer nodded, taking a sip from a mug, "Well General, with progress even happening I say this will be a success. Once we get a communications satellite up and running we will be able to broadcast to the outside world, they will be reminded that the Worker's Revolution has not been quelled." The General laughed and patted the Officer's back, "Sure, and maybe we can finally watch TV again."
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Democratic People's Republic of England
Southampton Naval Base
January 14th, 2020

Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution and head of the Packardian Communist Party Politburo Wilhelmina Packard sucked on another cigarette like a baby to a pacifier as she mused through the hundreds of men that stood stiffly at attention on board the pride of the Pakcardian Communist Navy, each face having their bones project outward in a starving African like fashion, with military uniforms that often drowned many of those that proudly wore the uniform. All in the Harbor was the entirety of the nearly forty ship Packardian Communist Naval armada for her inspection. Packard was unimpressed with her flagship, feeling somewhat out of place in between the sharply dressed souls of the naval vessel and her pajamas she was still wearing as she mused through each man. Turning to the captain, Packard mumbled.
"The Navy has been neglected for such a long time, I'm sure our fleet's beginning to rot. I'm not impressed with this ship in the slightest."
"Well, Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution, I believe if more funding is given our way, we could maintain a standing naval flotilla that might someday defeat the grandest navies of the world, such as Scandinavia."
Packard liked it when her personal plaything known as the DPRE was compared to a fictional power.
"Hm, I propose you get me three naval admira-"
"We only have one, it's Buster Monroe, the new Minister of Defense."
"I see, well get him on board this vessel for a top high level military meeting, and tell the Packard Propaganda Company that I'm off fishing for capitalist fish or some communist rhetoric bullshit like that, got it?"
"Yes Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution."
After five minutes of fishing over the side of the ship, Packard finally got a bite, pulling on the fishing pole hard to see the wet, elderly and disabled look of Colonel Buster Monroe who had been the fish.
"Oh hi Packie."
With a sigh, Packard tossed Monroe on board the ship after putting her fishing supplies away. Within a few minutes, the cripple dried himself off and entered the bridge of the Packard,saluting the head of state with his finest freshly fried filets. Y' know, as the narrator, I love that sentence, freshly fried filets. Mmmm. Just rolls off the tongue like Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, don't it?
"Hey Narrator, shut the hell up, I'm trying to discuss military strategy with this honored cripple." Packard hissed at the narrator, who was standing in a corner with a microphone, narrating every little- hey what the hell are you doin-
With a fling, the narrator was thrown overboard as the meeting began.
"Now then, Defense Minister, I am pleased to say I wish for the PCN to begin the needed resource gathering for a class of two new Packard class destroyers to go along with this flagship of the fleet. They shall be named theCurtis and Ulysses."
"Do the naval dockyards have the needed plans for the new ship designs, they would need those in order to determine which resources they'd need to corruptly stifle from economic growth in the nation."
"I can assure you that the naval plans and designs are well readied in their needed objectives. Those dockyards will be up and running within two weeks."
As the two conversed ,a butler dressed up as ronald regean moaned in the corner annoyingly before the narrator decided to pay him some attention.
"Now then, I disagree with all these military buildups and nuclear happy fun times, I think we need to give food to the poorest residents of the nation, no? yes? well fuck you then."
Packard sighed heavily before stifling her cigar as a chill ran up every man's spine on the ship. Whenever she had to stifle her cigarette, it would not end well for those caught in her cross hairs. As she walked up to the butler, she crossed her eyes, removing a pair of sunglasses before tuning her lips into a sickeningly sinister smile.
"Ronald Reagan butler, do you know who Margret Thatcher is?"
"Despotic anti revolutionary traitor to the Packardian Communist Revolution of the English Monarch."
"No, She was known as the Iron Lady, like the Iron Giant, I'm sure MAD did something on that. Consider yourself committed for a lack of revolutionary knowledge, you are to be executed along with 300 other counterrevolutionary government officials that include an already dead Beethoven the dog, Comrade Chiang Kai Shrek's sister's cat, and anti revolutionary Grover Cleveland, president of Sesame Street. The method of execution shall be suicidal puppy."
The Ronald Reagan butler felt his heart plummet like an anchor as he was taken away by two dinosaur dressed sailors. Was he really going to be killed for a mere saying an incorrect fact and not having a chance to correct it. If this was how the government works, he shuddered to think what the bureaucracy is like!
With that, Packard snagged another cigarette from her packet,sticking it in her mouth until she fiddled around with a box of matches to light the tobacco love that was her addictive substance. With a few curses that surrounded uesugi kensin and Ivan Ivanovich Ivanov's fan fiction responsibilities in household chores, she stuck the cigarette in her mouth with a slight grin on her face.
" I wish for the entire fleet to sail up the coast of Scotland, see what the hell is going on up there, see if there's any other nation-state out there."
When Packard said that, many of the midshipmen looked surprised as the officers shot each other startled looks at the words the Packard spoke.
"Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution, I beg your pardon, but there is nothing out there, everyone knows the only continent is Big Packard, with the DPRE on the Island of Puny Packard."
"That May be true, but we need to have at least some exploration out there, I declare the entire fleet is to sortie immediately, and make a heading for the north of Puny Packard."
"Yes, Queen-Chairwoman of the Revolution, your orders are understood! All hands make ready to cast off! Signal the fleet to rendezvous out of the harbor!"
"Aye Aye Colonel Buster Monroe, Handicapped Chairman of the Packardian Defense Ministry."
With a snappy salute, the ship soon divulged into a mess of men rushing around and insulting each other as anchors were raised, barnacles were scrubbed off with billy mayes style toothpicks, and naval horns were cleaned out with Dr. Phil's cleaning supplies.

Grand Packardian Propaganda Company Colosseum
The Ronald Reagan looking butler could hardly hold back the tears as he was led through a hallway to an opening metallic grated gate by two
foul smelling dinosaur dressed sailors. When the guards finally let go of him with their soft smelling hand soap, he was given a small gift basket of fine artisan cheeses that would make ratatouille envious as he was tied to a stake with 299 other prisoners which varied from Principle Skinner from the Simpsons to Comrade Mittens of the Ivanovich People's Farm and Commissar for Feline Affairs. As an italian looking gangster sneered down, the gangster read out a small pamphelt.
"In order to preserve the grand revolution that Packard has so graciously proposed upon thee, I shall administer Justice in the only way I know how that earns the state Packard Pounds. Gladiator Combat with suicidal dog- doggos? what the fuck is a doggo, can I marry it? I can? well I'll be right back after I get my barking-moon settled. Oh yeah, and you're all going to die, so we'll just throw a five thousand Packard Pound Poptart-"
All off a sudden, Uesugi Kensin's lawyers bitch slapped the announcer. Seriously, is bitch slapping this narrator's guy of saying you're sued? I love it, continue, please.
"Excuse me, Poptarts? Packard Poptarts? Can you get Ivanov and Kensin included on the next batch of currency?"
"Sure. I don't have any authority, I'm just the guy who kills people."
"Then throw in the Minister of Money. Mr. Money."
"Got it."
With a grunt, the 70 year old man chucked a bag of hard Packard pence down a flight of airline food stairs before landing with a thud on a mime, who died because why the hell not.
As the gates were opened up, a flood of little doggies came out from several stands, causing the audience to cheer and giggle with their butt cheeks, wait that's not giggling, why don't I have that fat ass teacher- there you are!
The fatass teacher that had attempted to save children from an atomic bomb that Kensin ordered to be dropped in some Role Play appeared on the ground with her stake falling over from her fatass weight. Several doggies soon approached the Ronald Reagan looking butler and licked his face, causing him to have his heart melt faster than that clarinet commercial with the puppy before a flash of light ended the butler's life with an explosion.
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Postby Plzen » Mon May 07, 2018 8:37 am

Stockholm, Svealand, K. Sverige, Nordiska samväldet,
19th February 2020


"I must admit that I am concerned," noted Secretary General Rasmussen. "These reports are quite definitive."

The High Assembly glanced at each other. Well, to be more accurate, into the images of each other on their screens. Electronic connections between the five Nordic state capitals were prioritised for repairs, and by 2020 they were not only quite reliable, but also quite fast.

"The time may come in the not-too-distant future when we ourselves may find our homelands under siege," Sigrid continued. "Some sort of response would have to be considered - some sort of drastic response."

The Norwegian, Renate Storstrand, and the Icelander, Benedikt Vilhjálmsson, looked vaguely unconcerned. The names of distant English shipyards and Russian cities meant very little to them. They were involved only to the extent that their young men may very soon be called into the Commonwealth's service for the defence of its home.

Ruuben Lehtonen, the representative of Finland, looked deep in thought but unsurprised. No reason for him to be, considering that much of the report that the Secretary General just presented was sourced from his very own intelligence and post-operation reports.

Carl Bentsen, of Denmark, seemed concerned. Both Jylland and Syddanmark made excellent income off raiding loot and - to put it bluntly - hostages off the coast of England. Already chafing under what they saw as Sjællander domination of Danish affairs, of which their bitter complaints against the commitment of a portion of the Danish Army against Scotland this summer was a part, with the prospects of English raiding coming to an end a civil crisis in the folketing loomed in the near future.

The Swede, Stefan Löfgren, looked downright alarmed. His was the nation that fertilised the fields of Ingermanland and Livonia with blood and gore. The prospects of a new rising power in the east, even a united Russia contesting Nordic control of Sankt Petersburg, Tallinn, or Riga...

That was unlikely to go well for the Swedes. At all.

"In short," the Secretary General concluded, "we have two threats which we must deal with. The first, the English. It takes a while to build a new navy, considering where the English are starting, but not that long. They might have something serious put together by the 2021 campaign season, and for sure by the 2022 campaigning season any raid on England would have to be a Commonwealth venture."

"You are well aware, of course, that the Nordic Council is approving no such thing."

Prime Minister Lehtonen nodded vigorously. He felt very strongly on that point.

"Which means that any English shipbuilding project needs to be sabotaged heavily this campaigning season. Which is only a month and a half away."

"The second problem is more nebulous. There is no problem per se with a strong Russian state in the vicinity of Moscow. What we are concerned about is the possibility of such a state intervening into the regions which are in fact claimed by the Commonwealth, or are bordering such claims. Indeed, Prime Minister Lehtonen assures me that it has already begun."

"Unfortunately," Ruuben smoothely took over, "there is very little that we know about this 'New Soviets,' other than that they exist. This makes it very difficult to gauge how their presence in the Baltic coast is likely to grow over time. In any case, not something that we can really afford to ignore."

Secretary General Sigrid Rasmussen sighed. To her the solution was very simple. Raise the Commonwealth fleet - still the biggest firepower in all of Europe, no matter what any English upstart said - and raze England's port cities down to rubble on the ground. It'll take them another decade to recover from that. Then take the Commonwealth Army and solidify the tentative Nordic control of its border regions into real ownership and integration.

Unfortunately, the Commonwealth fleet and army was still largely a theoretical entity. The Nordic Council did not have control over the regional forces. Trying to override that would be... unwise. Sigrid also had no doubt that the provinces would fail to see the threat until it was waving in front of them - and for a couple of them, probably not even then. Look at this very High Assembly! Two grave threats to the Commonwealth, and the Norwegian was visibly trying to contain boredom.

That was unacceptable. The crises needed solutions now. This year.

"The Swedish Army already has 40,000 committed towards the eastern front," Löfgren pointed out in alarm. "I know the Finns have more stuck there, as a proportion of their total strength if not in raw numbers. Occupying a conquered population of, what, five millions? We can't manage anything more than shaky control with that."

"What is necessary here, I think," State Minister Bentsen suggested, "is perhaps an exchange of aid. Swedish and Finnish naval forces in the North Sea in exchange for the Danish and Norwegian armies in the Baltic."

He left aside the Icelanders. They were too far - and too small - to be a significant part of the equation on either side.

Lehtonen immediately began to quibble. If they pulled significant parts of their naval assets out of the Baltic, then how were they to supply their troops across the southern coast? Renate, as usual, looked vaguely disinterested.

Sigrid looked towards the ceiling, exhaustion pouring from her. Only another twelve hours, she guessed, and they might have an agreement.

An agreement that would then have to be ratified by the Nordic Council, of course, for it to do any good in mobilising the provinces as well as the Commonwealth's states.

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Postby San Mazer » Mon May 07, 2018 11:05 am

Indiana,
February 2020


The radio room crackled to life.

"Huh?". One of the technicians leaned over to the set, placing the headphones on his head and adjusting the volume so that he could clearly hear what was coming through from the other end.

"Attention, American Legion. This is the Grand Republic of Jefferson-Maidu. We are interested in your proposition, and, while we do not need your services currently, we may need them in the near future. Please respond with an appropriate meeting location where our expedition team should contact you, to peruse your arsenal. Thank you for your consideration."

The technician turned around and grabbed his supervisor, bringing him excitedly over to the station to hear the message for himself. "By God, looks like this shitty place ain't drying up after all. I'll get the bossmen down here at once!" With that, he printed off the frequency and transcript of the transmission and hurried upstairs to the officer's quarters, knocking on the solid door as he did. The slit slid open to reveal a guard on the other side.

"What's the matter" the guard spoke, as if sounding bored from his duties.

"Transmission from out west. Some fancy republic wanting a meeting. Potential new customer." the radio supervisor replied.

The guard nodded, opening the large door and allowing the supervisor into the secure inner sanctum of the American Legion. The officers were already plotting out what they knew about the surrounding areas. The villages they'd made contact with so far, the sites of completed missions etc. Isaiah looked up to see this new man entering the room.

"Sorry to bother you, Sir. We've received word from a nation to the west of us. They're looking to sent representatives to meet up."

Isaiah looked in thought for a few seconds, before looking back at the supervisor.

"Tell 'em to have their men meet us at Terre Haute. I'll have the boys bring them in for an official meeting if they're willing. We can't risk them coming straight here."

"Yes, Sir!"

To: The Grand Republic Of Jefferson Maidu
We're glad you have received our message. We are willing to arrange a meeting in the city centre of Terre Haute, which we believe is still charted on most maps and sparsely populated. Local banditry is light, however we will still provide a protection detail to your representatives. We will then take your men to our headquarters to discuss business.
Please understand our concerns over security,
The American Legion



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The Kirkjubæjarklaustur Eruption


The small land of Iceland can add another eruption to its storied geological saga, this time perhaps the most ferocious on record since the infamous Laki eruption of 1783. The eruption, ranked 4 on the VEI index and causing a 4.7 magnitude earthquake, has already spewed forth scorching lava flows and released deadly clouds of hydrofluoric acid and sulfur dioxide compounds along a fissure 17 miles long. Thankfully, Iceland's small and sparse population should limit the human cost for the time being, though the effects of the lava flows and toxic gases on nearby villages and farms is unknown at this time.

Of greater importance though, is the effects of the eruption on northern and western Europe and to a lesser extent the rest of the world. The ash cloud and amount of gases already released by the volcano is substantial, and may only be increasing in the near future. Could we be seeing a repeat of the 1783 disaster?

The Laki eruption, occurring in the summer of 1783, caused extreme weather in Europe and North America, including thick smog and haze that made navigation difficult and caused the deaths of crops and outdoor workers. The effects were felt across the continent, as unusually warm weather resulted in heatwaves and thunderstorms, while the winter following the eruption was uncharacteristically bitter.

Now, in the modern era, time will tell the effects of this new eruption. Estimates already predict air traffic will be disrupted by the ash cloud settling over the northern hemisphere, whilst the unusual weather caused by the eruption could add increased risks and dangers to the people of Europe in such trying times.

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Estimated impact of the eruption's ash cloud.
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Postby Northern Poland » Tue May 08, 2018 9:43 am

Response to the Trans-Americans
Yes, We do control one of the land routes to Washington D.C. We will let you pass through our territory, and open all of our trading outposts to your settlers.Would you also like a military escort to your Convoy? We can also supply supplies to settle D.C. We hope you have good luck settling down.


Atlantic safehouse, Coast of Virginia
A watchman looks through her binoculars, then she sees a light out at sea. She calls to the other watchman, looking through his binoculars. They both see it, and on closer examination its a Warship? They yell to the radio operator to relay information back to HQ.

Radio Signal to HQ on the Old NATO L band
"Reporting a Unknown Warship of Unknown Design, Requesting Permission to Interact or Engage, Over"


Response
"Request for Interaction Granted,Good Luck."


Open Frequence Transmission to the Ship
"Unidentified warship, this is the American Liberation front hailing the Unidentified ships on all Frequencies. Requesting Interaction on land or sea, this message will repeat until shut off or Responded to."

Makeshift Airfield
the Chinook is readied for a Landing at a safehouse on the coast of Virginia, and for the return mission. 20 Commandos are readied, along with a Dinghy for boarding or interaction. The Helicopter is armed with a 50. cal machine gun for defense. The Safehouse is ordered to go back underground, only to respond to the Ship if they respond to their hail.
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