BRA (Blue Republic of Aimesland)"Lemonade! That's the Voice of the Nation! It's sour, just like us! And we'll hit 'em hard - where it hurts! What we do?! We don't give-up, or in!" She cheered, before taking the boy's request for a refreshment.
They'd walk out of the halls, until sighting a Lemonade Stand.
The stand was nearby, and it was very clear.
Clear to not just her, but the Senate itself, that she was going to use it and the Prideful Workers as an example, as a part of her filibuster.
She started to have a flashback... well not just a flashback, but actually several.
Back to her days, her time as a Student, as a Band Girl and Cheerleader. All of her ad-libs, and all the many times she spoke out and was a Chatty Patty. All the times she confronted squares...
She shook her head, shaking the memories away.
"Um... I forgot to bring my Purse." She confessed.
"That's okay, I gotcha." The boy smirked.
"Give this wonder a tall glass 'a Lemonade, please... and make sure it's sweet, too." He requested to the stand-man.
The boy nodded, before serving the politician her drink-of-choice.
Sprout gave a thumbs-up before giving it a taste-test, then smirking back at the senator.
The senator would pay-up his Chi, then tipping his hat to the stand-man.
The duo walked off, and back into the Floor/Halls.
Now, she paced herself, walking back to the podium and sipping on the Lemonade.
"Now, as a Girl of Her Word, I promise you, I promise this Hall that change is bound! That we can make it - we can endure forevermore! Yup! We can do it! We'll beat the Communists! We'll beat the Slavocrats! We'll get 'em all! Just watch 'n' learn! I promise you, I'll make my term worthwhile! We're gonna get 'em, give them that one-two!" She cheered, making hand gestures and even punches.
"They think, just 'cause we're quiet, that they can beat us... but no! It'll never happen! Nope! It can't be done! I say this: that the Republic shall prevail! We will stand! We are here, let's make that clear! We are here; let's make that clear! We are here; let's make that clear!" She waved her arms around like she held Pom-poms.
The senate clapped and cheered loudly.
"It is time, time that we shine! We will tremble to no one! You hear that? TO NO ONE! Let's do this! This is the power! They're just out here beating and controlling their own people! I'll make a good expansionist arguement; and that's that we've never been an Empire. We've never taken shit over. The Manticorans and Carribeans and whatnot have conquered and stolen everything; and we've just tapdanced! It's time to do somethin'! It's time we make the boat rock! Make the boat rock! Make the boat rock! Yes!"
'Make the boat rock,' The Senate cheered on, smiling and waving.
She'd punctuate by sipping her Lemonade, again.
She'd then lift-up the glass.
"This, is a symbol of the Aimeslandish people! Like. I've. Said. Earlier. These warmongers think they can scare us, think they can milk us or suck us dry, like a lemon! We'll sting 'em! We're like hornets! The symphony of buzzing! The sounds! But, they think they can trifle with us and finesse us, they think that they can kill our Spirit, kill our culture! They think they can stop us from Achieving and Succeeding! We'll do this! I'm not scared of the Centrists! I'm not scared of the Opposition! I can do it!"
"I've had enough of these grifters and liars in gov't! I mean, there's not that many anymore, but we have to purify our system. We have to continue purifying our Culture and Democracy. We'll show 'em! Aimeslandish Idealism and Romanticism isn't flawed! We're the sails on the ship keeping the world moving and afloat! What are they doing? Progression is not shooting yourself in the foot, yeah - It is advancement, and we can advance with what we've got; we don't have to throw away what's good, what's worked. It's like throwing out Conditioner just 'cause you don't see your hair getting anymore shinier, or the Glitz and Glam - just give it Time. We're good, the way we are, but we can't stop - we mustn't stop."
She continued shaking and stirring and bobbing up-and-down, being a hypeman or quaking like a person Possessed.
Lemonade Republicanism.Standing for the Dream. For all of the POTBRAs before her.
The Most Esteemed Sprout Winston, a true Hero.
And they tried to scar
the Nation. They tried whipping and lashing, not with actual whips and shackles, but with their Words. They tried scarring
The President, and saying she was as toxic as the
Aimeslandish Coiled Snake, but
not really.
Not truly.Breaking the Chain, the Wheel of oppressive Government. Being all about that Praxus. Ruling democratically, not through
Royalty or Bloodlines. She wasn't going to be soft and let
the Oppressor put
Aristonia in a Chokehold. She was gonna defend her Country, she was going to be a Statesman. Sprout, in all of her glory,
but they came-at her Sideways sadly. She worked to
Strengthen the Nation, not doom it. She never killed off the
"Landed Elites," she embraced
Capital and Business. If anything, she was
the Exceptional.Who are
'they?' Quite obviously, the Reds.They tried to use Sprout's words against her, to try to make her commit
Bloody Murder. They tried turning her into
Bloody Mary - into some sorta Ghost, Spectre, some sort of madwoman when infact,
her mind was in the right place.
An inspiration to not just the Aimeslandish, but every upright-standing-individual.They refuse to understand Peace, so, infact, we'll give 'em War.They refused to understand Economics, so
Aimeslandia became Pirate.
'Piratical,' one of
the Reds said.
They sent their ships to
Aimeslandia, to Westeros, so they fell - and fell
hard by
Aimeslandish Artillery.
No mistakes, and no Apologies.
All was fair in Love and War; Aimesland was a nation of
Romance and Romanticists, but also a nation of
Hesitant Warriors. They played around, they spun the Blade in
Aimeslands' face, thinking they weren't going to play with it, well...
Aristonia played around with Mud, Sand, Dirt and Snakes -
accidentally becoming Medusa, herself. The Earthrealm, or Earth Nation. They said "there's no War in
Bah-Sing-Say," which was true - to some extent -
the Olives were in two wars, three technically, but no one counts the Strife between Earth and Fire.
Anarcho-Environmentalism,
Spring Liberalism, Chromism, and
Deepstatism.
Aimeslandish Ideologies; the Olives, Neons, Silvers, and the Metaphysical, or colorless - though sometimes they used Violet and Lilac.
The anarchs; Earth.
Spring Liberalists; Water - always changing and flowing, as
Progressives do.
Chromists, Air and Steam - Steam formed Smog, which came from Machinery, Product, Factories, and all made from Steel and Iron.
Deepstatists - Fire. A corrupted form of
Spring Liberalism. The aberration - Frankensteins' Monster. The secondwave of Fascism, since the Firstwave didn't work. The secondwave weren't as blunt as the first; they were Cryptofascists. They were Masonic Fascists. Gothic Fascists. Pessimists and Haters. Essentially the polar-opposite to
Spring Liberalism.
Their blood boiled, like Fire. They destroyed everything. Deepstatists were like Dragons; their ideology was already Draconian and Tyrannical.
(
The Deepstatist flag)
Deepstatists were Destructive, both self-destructive and corrosive.
This ideology being very twofaced, as it both was and wasn't.In effect; the Deepstatists were Fascist, nonetheless, proud and unabashed Fascists. They seemed like Anarcho-Fascists, though sometimes. Or, National Bolshevists; taking elements from both the
Firstwave of Aimeslandish Fascism and
the Aimeslandish Communist-Socialists.
There are no "strings" on Deepstatism. The Great Fascist Spectre Arises - Crimson Dawn.
The Thirty-Minutes Of Hate.
Rock the Boat, or the Boat rocks you. What Sprout was trying to say, but
people twisted her words and made her the
Evil Villainess.
Trying to turn her into Maleficent, when she was really Snow White.
Metal, Sand, Earth, Lava and Plasma. Plasma not just in Blood, or
Bloodbending, but also the fourth stage of Matter alongside Gas, Liquid and Solid.
Gases and Liquids were fluid, the Fluidity.
Plasma was in cells. It connected, binded, held things Together. A unity, togetherness.
Plasm was also in Lightning.
Plasm was also connected to Ectoplasm.
It was a weird alliance between
the Aimeslandish Antiracists and the Newnecarribbeanian racists and slavers; both sides never questioned or talked about this despite this being common knowledge.
Atleast it was Egalitarian. Atleast it was Feminism.
Were they???
The Newnecarribbeanians acted like they didn't know
what a Woman was, much-less a
girl.Shame.Though
people mocked
Aimesland and said they were "Technobarbarians,"
Aimesland was Ultraprogressive and up-with-the-Times. Infact, they based themselves around being Current and the Younger People, or
kidfolk.Aimesland already was Egalitarian. Already not needing a Revolution, in that way. And, it wasn't just Advertising and putting women all-over billboards.
It was alotta social messenging. Alot of messages that combatted both Corporatism and Anticapitalism. Alotta messages that supported Entertainment and Business; though
Aimesland didn't prioritize Businesses and Business-owning. They went for
the Intelligentsia, or the know-it-alls and nerds.
Nerd Culture already was Aimeslandish Culture, it just wasn't spoken. It was thought, but no one said it. Implicit v. Explicit.And not just being
Progressive, but also self-love and exhibitionism. Although
Aimesland was a
Republic for a long-ass time, it still erred on the side of Nudity. Nudity v. Prudity, or "not showing Skin," and
the Aimeslandish were to the Former, they didn't shame their bodies - they were pro-nude.
It made no sense to shame yourself, or what was Human - the Natural. Already, the Aimeslandish were Naturalists.Though, back to the weirdness.It seemed weird that
the Aimeslandish had more purpose, and that the Newnecarribbeanians prioritized War and Consumerism, or,
just eating without thinking.An Aimeslandish would think too-much and barely eat. Hah.
Suo walked forward, grabbing a long length of thick rope before calling over one of his sailors. "In the name of His Holiness the Emperor, I hereby sentence the captain of this pirate vessel to 12 dozen lashings." He turned to one of his men. "Take a dozen men and bring this port flying our flag back to one of our ports. We will have them executed later."
Corporal Punishment. How barbaric. Hah - those fools only gave-in to the stereotypes of being Warmongers.The Aimeslandish would never use such a Draconian punishment, not even unto their own people. The Nihonese were so strange, a buncha bullies who continued to mock the great Aimeslandish Tenacity - it was that they fought hard. Live Free or Die.
State-sanctioned Terror against
the Aimeslandish People, the valorous Youth and Adventurers.
How horrid and tragic.“Never compromise - Not even in the face of Armageddon.”
A few crews were caught by
Nihonese hands -
such Treachery. The Nihonese had used to live-up to the Honor Code of
Bushido. They'd never allow their own men-and-women to die cowardly, or dishonored - and what're they doing now?
Cruel and Unusual Punishment."...I did not know pirates had Flags..."
Surely, the swords and skulls. The Aimeslandish will make sure now that the
Memento Mori is now burnt-inside of many a
Nihonese Seamans' head.
There was so much Sverian fish... and other bounties. Though some were lost to Neptune, but that was okay -
everything the Pirates plundered was going to help-out the Economy anyways. So much spoils.And then,
the Nihonese kowtowed to the Sverians. So funny, though already they would've tended to be Pro-Sverian anyways.
While
the Aimeslandish did indeed have their own fish, there still was much need and thirst over exotics -
much like how the barbarians pillaged Ikesville for Aimeslandish goods and relics.Alas...
The pirate-crews, the Airforce, the Blimpforce, the Navy...
So many losses.
SIGH.Technically, it wasn't Loss; a city wasn't burnt-down. They literally didn't lose Legacy, if
anything, the Aimeslandish gained alot from this War.Factories and industry tried so hard to keep everything flowing, running.
The Aimeslandish Warmachine?Two new weapons were made: the "Empurata" light-machineguns and the Shockwave Demolition Grenades (SDGs), as
the Aimeslandish literally needed
antimatter. This war was heading towards anti-tank and anti-plane warfare and how
the Aimeslandish would
adapt to it, or if they'd get crushed and buried alive by
another goddamned Nihonese tank.The Aimeslandish Cornucopia - Horn of Plenty, had to survive. Only the Strongest had to Survive - like Sprout said.
The High Command - the War RoomSprout smoked a cigarette, as it was very rare for her to smoke Tobacco. She usually kept-up this appearance of being calm/happy, though with this War, she was very angry and annoyed, or aggravated with everything. She'd spent so much time with Allegra, and also reaffirmed her friend Jareds' trust, but she felt like everything was at a Downturn or Downfall.
She just needed something to take the Edge off. She used to have trouble sleeping - she shook and stirred-up alot ever since she ordered the blastings of
Nihonese ships, and felt very Bloodguilty over it, though Allegra eased her mind. Now, she drunk alot, but not because of earlier - before the War, when she was kinda bored and didn't feel anything. She'd had now
three years in her Presidency, since those transitional days of her being President-Elect, and her Campaigning.
She worked hard, and worked to keep-up the Country and its Classicism. She got so much done. So much change and progress, though now, it wasn't just the
Political Landscape that changed in
Aimeslandia -
it was the literal blood and soil. The ground shook with Artillery and horses neighing. Tanks crawled, and planes swarmed the West.
So much has changed, in three years.Now, she was yelling and screaming and getting hoarse over
the High Command, though still congratulated and complimented Waterenforcer Springleaf, though recently, he was now promoted to
Grand Moff. He was the only Grand Moff ever, not just the only Grand Moff in
the Aimeslandish Navy, but the only in all of the
Grand Army of the Republic.If she was on-edge, then heck, the entire
Blue Republic was on-edge. Everyone was stressed-out, with Piracy being one of the ways the citizenry relieved themselves since the Curfew and Martial Law exasperated
the Aimeslandishs' boredom.
Goldbeard turned profits and made
his Empire from his Name, like he'd wanted. A very-successful crook, in the eyes of those he killed or stole from.
Aimesland felt changed.She sat there, silent. Already screaming-out her opinions and insults towards the COs in the HC. There was no point, though every bone in the womans' body fought for her
Nation. Everything that'd led-up to this point made her
her. The World disrespected her, the POTBRA, and pretty-much the last actual President in the last-and-first Democracy. It was like nothing was Sacred, like her Position as Executive wasn't sacred, or like the
Resolute Desk and the
Wakefield Office weren't sacred. It seemed like everything was a lie, but she'd pushed those thoughts out of her head.
She opened-up her mouth one more time, letting-down another Strategy. Annoyed that she had to micromanage and take-care of everything. She had friends, friends everywhere, but Friendship didn't work with this war, for some reason.
If it wasn't Sanders and Dynamite, it was all the many reports of Soldiers dying that annoyed the everloving shit out of Winston.She said:
"Okay. Let's go get some smokebombs. Let's try hard to atleast minimize Loss, like I kept saying earlier and earlier. Let's think with our heads, and not..." She stopped, to gain her breath and meditate - not wanting to give-into her explosive rage and break something else.
She cleared her mind, free from Allegra, Chamberlain, Politics, her life,
Aimesland, Westeros, and everything else. She was just
there, but she had to regain herself.
She sat there, meditating, and meditating.
The Battlefield"BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRN!" Callsign 'Inferno' shouted, firing his Flamethrower violently.
"Taste the Heat, not The Meat." Another Flametrooper said, whilst he burned-down
the Nihonese who were startled at
the Aimeslandish arson.
"I'm Pro-Pain," The other Flametrooper followed-up-with.
"
I feel Golden. I feel like a GoldenPyro out
chère." The other Flametrooper emoted, and using
Rhyming Slang, rhyming
"Chère" with
"Here.""BURN YA TO PIECES!!!!" Inferno yelled.
"
Yes. Hell yes, Inferno." The other Flametrooper agreed.
"Okay, Octane." Inferno acknowledged, also identifying his fellow soldier, 'TheGoldenPyro,' as
"Octane."So, Octane was both "Octane," and "TheGoldenPyro.""Or, maybe
'Goldbee,' I quite like what I heard from
the Presidents' Filibuster about bees buzzing and
us being Hornets." Octane followed-up, again, now going-under
three aliases.
"Well, Octane, I'm a Fireant.
Always been. Always was. '
Why do we burn things, Montag? To keep people happy. If we didn't burn Books,
we'd have Riots. Things that're not
Politically-Correct,
we must burn.
Set to-Flame, play around with Fire, my dear Montag. And then, if the entire World is Intolerant, we burn them, too.' " Inferno told, then he started quoting
Fahrenheit 451.
"
'Why, Montag? b/c we're Firefighters.' " Inferno added, still quoting the Book.
"Pierre, come out here!" TheGoldenPyro cried.
"
Grass grows, Sun shines, Birds chirp, and
Brother, I hurt People." Octane continued.
"I'm gonna slit some necks!" Tonto cried-out, waving around his "Endurance" rifle and the Bayonette that was attached.
"THIS IS SPARTA!" Tonto let-loose a Warcry, and then he started firing at
Nihonese soldiers.
He ripped-off his uniform shirt and then, as his gun ran outta Ammo, he started skewering
Nihonese until he got scared and ran back behind Friendly Lines-of-Fire, and towards the Flametroopers he saw burning things.
More Flametroopers threw their Firebombs and Cocktails at
the Enemy, yelling and screaming-out to distract
the Enemy, or even yelling
"AVE DEMOKRATIA!" ad-nauseum.Aimeslandish infantrymen slid into Position, firing their "Endurance" rifles or the newly-bought USSK rifles. A female soldier made-sure her helm was on, tightly, before reloading. The rifle sounded like it made a
"CLINK!" sound, but could've possibly been the girl hearing things. She was so unused to all of this yelling and screaming; not even at her own House did they scream like this.
It was crazy, in her eyes. Now, both sides were doing things Unknown, or things no one'd knew about or had ever seen before -
but, it's War, so some of it was to be expected.Some of the soldiers disgraced
the Nihonese corpses by tapdancing and doing the
Timberland Shake on them, or finding
other ways to disturb them and laughing, or pointing-and-laughing.
More
Aimeslandish Lancers rushed-in, alongside soldiers armed with Bats and Batons, or Cricket paddles. Using
Deadly Force and hitting or spanking
the Enemy, and unleashing their rage.
"STOP FUCKING YELLING, YOU'RE RINGING-OUT MY EARDRUMS, GODDAMMIT!" One sergeant yelled.
"KEEP FUCKING FIRING! FIRE THOSE GODDAMNED CROSSBOWS! MAKE 'EM TASTE OUR WRATH! WE ARE THE DEVILS' DEN!" A major cried-out, waving his Sabre.
"WHERE ZA FUCK ARE THOSE REINFORCEMENTS! I TOLD THOSE HAMLICKERS TO GET OVER HERE, AND THEY STILL AIN'T HERE! WHAT KINDA ARMY ARE WE RUNNING?!" Another troop howled.
"RELOADIN'!"
"COVERFIRE, GODDAMMIT, I'M TRYNA CLEAN MY GUN, THIS RIFLE'S TOO DAMNED DUSTY. WHO THE HELL OWNED THIS, MY GRANDPA?"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I JUST GOT MUD IN MAH EYEZ, WHAT THE HELL! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE STEPPING, NEWBIE!"
"Sir, those goddamned Nihonese are killing us, sir. What the hell is happening?"
"Well, shit. We're doing our best, here. We're tryna hold-up the Line, but they just keep swarmin' us. There's too many of 'em. We could kill six of 'em, there'd then be seventy-two jumpin' out the bushes and slaughterin' us. It's crazy."
"Well, sir, we're trying every trick in the Book."
"Every trick? Wow. That book's old. First-off, stop. Second-off, everyone declared war unto us. Now, if we had allies, and our allies were into this, this probably would be like walking down Times Square Park in Ambercity, or something. I dunno, I'm not a City Boy!"
"Those goddamned cappachino-sippin' Sverians are killin' us, sir!"
"Hell yes, I know! We're trying! Heck, we're using new Firepowers and they're still somehow blitzing us!"
"Issa Draft, sir. We got forty-nine year-old newbies trying to shoot, with pistollas. They think they can rainshine us, and we got bows. Freaking bows. They don't even have the experience, and they're OLD. It's crazy, sir."
"The goddamned Yellow Barons are doing their bestest. They just recently took their losses."
"What about that Powerglide girl? She doing fine?"
"Yeah."
"Then, tell her, get her ass over here and kill all these men."
"Well, sir, she's probably defendin' the other Line. But, I'll try..."
"THAT'S AN ORDER."
"What za Hell?"
"Sir, I know you're da Commandin' Officer and all, sir, but you can't just shoot the Sky. You can't just command someone to fall into a Ditch. This shit takes time. It's called Work. It's called being Refined."
"True, true. But I need to refine these Nihonese soldiers to Hell!"
"I need to send 'em back to their mommas cryin!' Teach 'em 'what 'fer!' "
"Yeah, but..."
"ALRIGHT. LET'S STOP TALKIN', AND LET'S RETURN TO SHOOTIN'. TAKEOFF THAT-THERE RIFLE STRAP AND START BUCKEYING."
The war would be quick and the Aimeslandish would soon regret taking on two major powers in an impossible war.
The Major and his squad had finessed his way to living another Day, teaching
the Nihonese that
Nothing, indeed,
ever is
"Impossible." Though, they've learnt their lessons and adapted, now just keeping their melee weapons onto their sides and firing their Crossbows or Firearms.
Some soldiers
still had the olden-style of Crossbow, in-which, they had to
PULL onto the damned thing and crank it, as if it were on some sorta Pulley or
Primitive Technology."
Goddammit. We don't have all time for you to be crankin',
get your fucking Derringer and fire at them Cowards!" the Major yelled-out.
Several crossbowmen tossed-down their weapons-of-choice and quickdrawed their Derringers, or their Armins, or other pistols from their holsters. Some of them preferred
Silence, so they'd then attach Suppressor-Silencers onto the barrel.
Riflemen, new soldiers, now accompanied the Major and his Squad,
at request. Some armed with Airrifles and others with Huntingrifles. Some weren't truly "riflemen," but were actually Shotgunners that also specialized in Riflery.
Some soldiers chewed Gum as they fired, to upboost their Morale. Now, the collective Morale of
the GAR/Aimeslandish AF was still
pretty-high, but the individual Morale of soldiers had differed, as some of them were Veterans and had seen soldiers get
demolished by
Nihonese explosives or ran-over by their tanks,
their weirdly-designed tanks.
Others had heard tales of this, and were very anxious to fight.Many, many had learnt from old experiences or retellings of such experiences, so now, they were very scared to pull-out their Sabre or Longsword, Katana. Some still stuck to Throwables, either throwing around some sorta Shuriken or some other handheld weapon. Throwingdaggers, axes and knives were also very-good, so others had stuck to them.
Some still were very rebellious, and
still used Battleaxes and Warhammers.
Though,
the Aimeslandish themselves were a stubborn people - that's not really a bad or wrong thought-to-think that they'd still would be up-to Old Habits. As they say:
"Old Habits die-hard."Other soldiers carried Shovels, Spades and Entrenchers, digging-into the Ground and obscuring
Mother Nature with their own feet - but they had to, to
Survive. It was
Survival of The Fittest, and
the Aimeslandish had to prove
the Nihonese that
they were Fit,
not the Emperor and his Diet.Powerglide had climbed-up the Ladder
very-quickly, and now, she was an
Airwarrior. She still loved Battle, perhaps now mixing herself with her fallen comrade Warpath. She was now leading squadrons of Pilots into Battle, and she had alot of Esteem since not only was she a
Yellow Baron, but she was also a Veteran of several battles and firefights. She didn't fight alongside her fellow
Yellow Barons, as now, the force was split-up to fight
the rising Nihonese aerial threat.
Though, they had this habit of sticking-together, as they very-much feared Death. They feared dying by-themselves. Heh. It may seem
"pathetic," to
the Nihonese, but
the Aimeslandish were Humanists.
They took pride in their Humanity and the Social. They were passionate creatures from a time that was
Anarchic.
The Aimeslandish seemed more lovey-dovey, and
the Nihonese seemed more...
Barbaric, in-response.
Her status was very-high, though
she'd never forgotten where she'd came from, when she was a
Redstripe.
She remembered to fight alongside her comrades on the land, even friending some. Major Tomgommery and his Squad had seriously-impressed her,
not only because of how they've carried themselves, but also because
they were fellow Veterans of battles.
Now, they were very war-weary, though still had blood coursing and rushing through their veins, feet and toes.
They still wanted War, perhaps now growing ever-bloodthirstier. The Nihonese had saw Warpath and quickly-learned of how Bloodthirsty he was, though now, some Veterans and Soldiers rivaled Warpath's bloodlust or had a higher Lust than he.
Goldbeard was the second occurring
the Nihonese had had w/blood-hungry individuals,
so now they were learning. They learned that
the Aimeslandish might have been hippies and Hesitant Warriors, but they were to also be feared - feared for their Resilience and Tenacity. Feared b/c
Aimesland was
Adaptive. Aimesland was a
Transformative Republic - transforming and responding accordingly to Crises. This was a Crisis, not just
the Aimeo-Nihonese War, but the Crisis that Winston's advisor had told her, earlier this Year, about
the absence of fellow Democratic nations.The Airforce still carried-on, as more and more new Pilots joined their ranks,
as Cyanstripes and Graystripes. Elite pilots thus refilled-up the
Yellow Baron ranks, though
the Yellow Barons wouldn't have it like they did -
at the beginning of the War.Riflemen and other brands and classifications of
Aimeslandish Soldier used their
Bruteforce, butting their Rifle's butt-ends to
the Enemy and
Clubbing Them To Death. They then used their swords,
getting brutal,
but that was to combat the Nihoneses' brutality.Optimism, to combat Brutalism. Aimesland was the Light. Pessimism, Egoism and other Deepstatist ideals of self-hatred aren't The Way. Aimesland has to remain a self-loving state. A College State, that taught its people the very-best, not subjected them to Propagandas and Vitriol.Captain Suo of the Mogami looked out across the sea through his binoculars. In the recent days, they had sunk numerous Aimeslandish merchantships. He looked to Myoko alongside his ship and then though the morning mist he sighted the outline of a ship. He looked to his second in command, "Looks like another Aimeslandish merchantship. Ready the torpedo tubes."
Aimeslandish Propaganda would quickly-hear of this, either through Rumor or Spy, slandering them ten-times more than what they were already saying about
the Nihonese, now calling them
"Rabid Pigdogs-with-no-Life" and such-and-such a phrase, or insult.
The propaganda already was kinda Protofascist, as many papers, flyers and pamphlets upraised
the Aimeslandish Gov't and treated Sprout as if
she were some sorta Goddess or Supernatural Entity.In another response to
the Nihonese firing, either on Merchantships or Pirate-crews, was to
work harder on Armory. They'd add more guns onto the ships, and also work on Density, making the ships armor 10-to-12 times denser than it already was - trying to combat
the Nihoneses' artillery and snipers.
Propagandas would have a quote of Sprout calling
the Nihonese "Superpredators," and that
the Aimeslandish had to
"bring 'em to-Heel," that they have
"No Conscious, no Empathy," though the POTBRA had
never said
anything that vitriolic - not even about the Nihonese.
Aimesland adapted to the quick
Deepstatist threat, with mobs arising and killing them or some sparing them and giving them to the Police.
The Police would, in-turn, turn them in, to the Gov't. Some of the Fascists would be interrogated and tortured and the rest would be used to make new Technologies for
The People, but also Military tech.
Like the
Spring Liberalists adapted to
the Communist-Socialists, they would've adapted to the Deepstatists, though culturally-appropriating and stealing their Red. They'd then make a new flag, using that Red but having it in a cogwheel.
So, it was the normal
Aimeslandish Banner, but with a new Red Cogwheel on it - symbolizing Multidirection, or being Multidirectional. Already, the
Aimeslandish Cross represented
Crossroads. The Deepstatists mutated that crossroads into four axes, but there was no need for Axes in the first place.
The Cross would remain, as it was a long-time symbol, but it'd also now be complimented by the Red Cogwheel on it. Already, the Cogwheel was also a Technocratic symbol, so it also had a dual-meaning.
That Aimesland's Technocracy shall now stand strong, with everything else in her History.
The Aimeslandish Gov't worked hard with Radio and Jukeboxes, not just to counter
the Deepstatist Remnant and their Radioshows, or faux-Deepstatists, but also with
Aimeslandish Propaganda and the Newsmedia.
Though, since the Deepstatists were mostly-killed off, or their radical ideologies weren't allowed to fester, the faux-Deepstatists were moreso Statists. They were pro-Police State, and also corrupted Militiamen. They used their Militias to terrorize
the Aimeslandish Citizenry, and so
the Aimeslandish Policeforce, across all cities, had to work together.
They had to RSVP and collaborate to destroy the Deepstatists and Faux-deepstatists.
(Another fascist flag)Deepstatists were mystics and mysticists, using the olden
Anarcho-Environmentalist Aimeslandish religion of
Paganism, and transforming it into Cryptopaganism.
Paganism, but not really, or "secret-Pagans."(
Art of one of the old Aimeslandish Goddesses)
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˙ʎuuɐɹʎ┴ lɐǝɹ pǝɔuǝᴉɹǝdxǝ ʇ,uǝʌɐɥ no⅄ ˙llɐℲ llᴉʍ noʎ - ƃuᴉɥʇou sᴉ ʎɔɐɹɔoɯǝp ɹno⅄ ˙ʍou sn ɹɐǝℲ ˙sʇsᴉʇɐʇsdǝǝp ǝɥʇ ǝɹɐ ǝM
(Translated - "We are
the Deepstatists. Fear us now. Your Democracy is nothing - you will Fall. You haven't experienced real Tyranny.")
A message that was sent to
the Aimeslandish Gov't, by a
Deepstatist Scout. Said scout was intercepted before he could hide, and then he was summarily-executed VIA
a Policeofficers' Truncheon.
A countermilitia sprouted, calling themselves:
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Citizens Of The World; We are ANONYMOUS. We are the Shroud-of-Secrecy. We are the Cloak-and-Dagger that'll fight-off the Masons. We do not forget. We do not Forgive.
Expect us.
ANONYMOUS, the Countermilitia (or "the counter to the Fascist boogeymen," or, "the
John Wick that'll beat-up the Baba Yaga into pieces.") to the Faux-deepstatists, Fascists and Deepstatist Militias
is now state-sponsored, and they've been now sending Antifascist messages, since
Aimesland was Antifascist for sometime now. Sending them not through the Airwaves, but also through Telegram, Morsecode and Mail.
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Remember, remember, the 5th of November. Guy Fawkes Anarchism.
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The Deepstatists upraise their Blackflag, well, they don't know the true meaning of Anarchy. We have Returned. We were always here. Expect us.
ANONYMOUS' supporters and the Guy Fawkes Anarchists attacked
the Deepstatists when they were meeting-up at a bridge in Theed.
In an alley, one of these Guy Fawkes Anarchists had fought-off
Deepstatists, said
Deepstatists insulted the man and waved-around his Gun. They tried shooting-at him, but the GFA was too damned agile. He then threw his Daggers at them, killing them.
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˙ㄥㄥㄥ ˙ʎuuɐɹʎ┴ ǝnɹ┴ ʍouʞ llᴉʍ ll∀ ˙ǝᴉp llᴉʍ sƃop ʇɐɹɔoɯǝp lnɟᴉʇᴉd noʎ ɟo ll∀ ˙ǝᴉp llᴉʍ no⅄
(Translation - "You will Die. All of you pitiful Democrat dogs will die. All will know True Tyranny. 777.")
Another message was sent, to another Governmental Building, but before the second
Scout could leave, the mobs appeared and burnt him Alive on a Pagan cross.
Faux-deepstatist militias and
ANONYMOUS countermilitias shot-at eachother in
Broad Daylight, the ideological war now in Harkness.
More dueling and shooting'd take-place, though it would've
never gotten to Halifax or Chamberlain or Ambercity, those cities crawling-to-the-Brim with Cops and militiamen.
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¡sɥʇɐǝp ɹnoʎ ɹoɟ ǝɯᴉ┴
(Translation - "Time for your Deaths!")
Instead, rite hangings of
Deepstatist Remnants and Fascists happened.
The Secondwave would never take Grounds, not in Aimesland."Not in MY House!"The Winston Administration ordered: "Anyone caught aiding-and-abetting
the Deepstatists, or any other brand of Fascist,
in Aimeslandia, shall be shot-and-killed. Either by hands of Militia, or the Gov't.
Effective Immediately."
The Samston House commented: "These foolish idiots aren't even
Aimeslandish! We're stripping them of their Citizenship!
They are no more than Dirt beneath our Feet! To save Democracy, we must gatekeep."
The Most Esteemed Sprout Winston was too busy to comment.