The Monoffian Fourth Reich(open, MT)

[Monoff]

Vlack Sturm isolation act- Monoff is now commencing total isolation from its Northern Neighbor of Vlack Sturm. All political ties were cut when Hans Shredder was assassinated by is son Will Shredder. Will Shredder has led Sturmia down a horrible road in the eyes of Kleav and the Reich. As of Monday, November 15, 2010 Monoff will Militarize the boarder between Sturmian Confederacy and Monoff. All roads are to be destroyed that link the 2 Nations. All Monoffian companies are to close any stores in Sturmia. All companies will be compensated for this. All trade will stop. Any Vlack Sturmian military of civilian trying to cross the border to Monoff will be shot on sight. Warheads are aimed at the capital and three other cities and will be launched at the start of the war. All Sturmians that are seeking Monoffian citizenship are to be sent to a citizen camp for a year.

[Vlack Sturm]

The Sturmian Federation does not care about this isolation decree... in fact the geographically challenged people of Monoff are noted by the Sturmians as stupid and ignorant. We will plan for the Monoffian demise. I have executed my father on the crimes of allowing foreign influence into our nation, therefore he died on the crime of treason... URRAAA!!

-Signed,
William Michael Shredder,
President-General of the Federation

[Monoff]

It was midday and the Monoffian fourth Waffen SS Division was pulled up to the boarder of the Two Nations. The sun was still very bright and the mostly young SS division was led by an older man. He had a scare on his left cheek. His name is Armin Krause. His battle experience and his heroism was legendary as so was his cruelty. The SS stood at attention as Armin spoke.
“Boys, Men you are now standing at the most militarized boarder we have. You are the first line of offense against a attack from Sturmia is that ever happens. Your division is in charge of a 2 mile line at the border and will command other army Divisions here. Your orders are to hold until your death or victory. Do this for your Mothers, Sisters, Daughters. Do this for the Reich and our people.”
A cheer rang out from the soldiers. “Long live the Reich!” They cheered

Back in the Reichstag Comocove Boricov was sitting at a chair. Next to him was his Brother Lifoniv and his father Kleav. Across from them was General Neil Vorocof and 1st Lieutenant Tobias Randulph. Both men were highly trained in combat. Neil has been a close friend of Kleav since childhood but rose to the rank of General of the armed force because of his heroism and bravery in combat. Tobias rose through the rank during the 3rd Monoffian civil war and was responsible for leading the force in defending the capital against the invading commies. Hes the youngest 1st Lieutenant in the army but his heroism proved that he was worthy of it. Comocov has a specific grudge against Sturm. He was to be wed to Sacha Shredder but it was broken off when Hans was killed. He wanted them to pay.
“Father I know you may not approve but I want to be stationed at the boarder so if a war ever breaks out. ill least be able to kill some of those fucken pigs.” Kleav looked at Neil and Tobias then back to Comocov.
“I’m proud of you my son. Go, you’ll make me proud there I know you will.” Comocov smiled
“Thank you father.” Kleav smiled.
“I will send Tobias with you there. Neil will stay back here and watch over our forces else where.”

[Monoff]

The streets of Schuela were settling down from a busy day. Vendors were closing up shop and business men were going home to their wives and kids. Across the city in a near by field was the 55th Monoffian S.S. battalion. They were there for a total of 3 hours and were now ready to move in. Soldiers started to advance. No one in the city seemed to notice. BOSH! An artillery shell exploded out side the post office. A girl about 15 walked towards the bakery. She was then violently flung backwards into a truck. The bakery was now ablaze. She stood up in time to see a shell hit outside the town hall. People were in panic. The girl turned to see a Panzer 715 tank run over a car and fire a shell at a building. S.S. storm troopers poured into the city. A Storm trooper grabbed the young girl and pulled her to one of the covered trucks that were waiting outside the city. Across town a soldier kicked down a door of an apartment and five other soldiers stormed in. A man grabbed a gun and fired it at one of the Storm troopers. The other S.S. men fired at once and killed the man. The Storm trooper that was hit got back up. His bullet proof vest blocked the bullet. They all rounded up a woman and three children and took them outside. Within 10 minutes Storm troopers rounded up almost everyone besides a group of people who were heading out through the North road. It was dark and they were scared. A young man looked back to see Schuela aflame. His face turned to a frown. He turned around to see everything light up. People started to drop dead. He realized there were people firing from both sides of the road. He ducked behind a car. His brother was dead next to him. Then everything was quiet. He looked around. Movement caught his eye. Three men in military uniforms were checking the dead. He looked down at his brothers lifeless body then he remembered his brother was apart of a Gypsy Nationalist group and that he carried a gun. He slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out a revolver. He aimed the gun at a S.S. Soldiers and fired. Blood flew in the air from the soldier’s neck. The other two soldiers turned to look at him. POP! Another one was hit. The third soldier fired his Ak-47 at the Young man. He dropped his revolver and fell to his right. Blood flowed from his chest as he slowly died.
As the first sun reached the sky buzzards circled the dead on the road. The soldiers are long gone and so was the covered trucks they took the people away in.

Kleav sat at his desk and looked at the camera. “My fellow Monoffians. Last night your faithful 55th S.S. battalion staged an attack on the city of Schuela. This fight lasted about 33 minutes and was responsible for the death of 188 brave soldiers. The attack was to take out a Gypsy nationalist group who was responsible for the attack on the Monoffian subway system a month ago. The whole city was apart of it. This currently could not stand. So your loving government took action attacked this travesty of a city. The Gypsies in Monoff are responsible for most our problems Theft, Violence, and Rape. I for one could not stand for it. Monoff please report any problems to your local S.S. office. God save Monoff. God bless Monoff.” Kleav Nazi saluted the camera and yelled. “Long live the Reich!”

The covered trucks pulled down a street in the woods. There was a split in the road. Soldiers in black Military Uniforms called Gespenst squad (an elite Special Forces team and terror squad who does all the top secret projects) stood at the split in the road. The ushered every second truck to the right. The trucks that went to the left drove down the road through heavily wooded area then the motors stopped. Gespenst squad opened the back and took the people out. They were all herded to a small open area. They all huddled in a group. The Gespenst advanced. Their guns aimed at them. Then POP! POP! POP! The group started to fall in a bloody mess. Screams could be heard for miles. The Gespenst walked back to the covered trucks and then they left.
The trucks that went to the right of the split in the road arrived at Prison camp 173. The famous concentration/death camp.

[Monoff]

The cameras were pointed right at the 10 young men. You could see the sweat pouring down their faces. Their necks were red because of the ropes digging into their necks. An S.S. officer walked onto the stage and stood behind a microphone. “My fellow Monoffians. Look at these pitiful wastes of life. The crimes of these men are a disgrace to our Race. Our Monoffian blood. Communist all of them. Their crimes are the following. Organization of riots, Assault on government officials, Hording of weapons, Communists, The killing of innocent children and..”
“That’s a lie!” screamed one of the men. The S.S. officer turned with his pistol drawn and fired a shot in the mans stomach.
“You never speak when I am talking. You’re a subhuman. Not even fit to clean the floor Monoffians walk on.” He turned back to the microphone. “Im sorry for that.” He smiled slyly. He bowed and walked off stage. Then the floor underneath the Communist fell and a loud snapping noise was heard. A cheer range from the crowd.
“Death to Communism!” yelled a man.
“Long live the Fourth Reich!” Yelled another. A young girl waved a miniature Monoffian flag

[Monoff]

It was 9:00 PM and a crowd was huddled around Gerard Molio the famed Political visionary and some say a Revolutionary leader. There have been whispers about him being involved with the USWM (United Socialist Working Party of Monoff). The crowd had some supporters and some hard lining National Socialist supporters. Gerard who was accompanied by body guards pushed through the crowd. A man threw a brick at him. Gerard ducked just in time and it missed. As he poked his head up a red hole appeared on his head and the back of his head exploded. Then you heard the sound of the gunshot. The crowd quickly backed away some screaming. A bodyguard pulled a pistol out but could not see any shooter. He kept looking, Nothing.

The next morning Gerards body was being picked up by a black covered truck. Men in Black Uniforms did this in 2 minutes and then they were gone. Officially the murder is unsolved.

[Nazi Centauri]

The German Confederation Of Nazi Centauri officially endorse The Monoffian Fourth Reich and We shall provide funds to the Fourth Reich and a baillout to a fellow German nation.

Deutschland Uber Alles

[Monoff]

A young man walked out of the crowd of people surrounding a Sturmian food restaurant in Northern Monoff. The young Sturmian couple with two kids moved here 2 years ago everything was going good until Sturmia declared Monoff an enemy. That day Tension between Monoffians and Sturmians increased. Kleav declared open season on Sturmians. Now outside their walls angry Monoffians carried torches, Guns, and machetes. The man who walked out of the crowd now carried a jug of gasoline.
“this is for the culture your destroying. Death to Foreigners!” He yelled as he dumped the gasoline on the house. Cheers could b heard as a man threw a torch on the house. The fire erupted fast. Dancing up the wall and spreading fast. The crowd grew silent as the house became a bonfire. The out of the darkness of the road a jeep came speeding down the street. As it pulled up next to the crowd two Monoffian soldiers got out in their olive drab uniforms. The fire danced on their aviator glasses. The crowd looked at them quiet as a mouse. One of the men spoke
“This is a great bonfire you have here. It needs to be bigger” The crowd cheered and more gas was thrown on

[Muslim Defense Force]

Daleel stood at the window of his two story house. The breeze blew softly on his face. His beard blew.
“What is it Daleel?” asked his son Abdul-Qahhar Zakwan. His fathers face turned towards him.
“My son. These westerners go back on their word. Now our people are oppressed again. Now our soldiers will have to fight. Fight for freedom from these white devils. Get the word to all soldiers, every person loyal to our cause. I will have a meeting with my advisors on what to do.” Abdul-Qahhar bowed and ran out of the room. Daleel looked back out the window.

The elders sat at the table with Daleel at the head of it. It was quiet when Daleel stood up and bowed. “My brothers its time again to attack the White devil who spreads hate and lies to the masses. Death is the only way we can rid the world of evil. We must mobilize our forces and attack. A blow to Monoffs heart. Vyatskiye Polyany. A cunning blow. A blow to the Imperial Palace of Monoff.” The elders whispered to each other. A fat man with a long white beard stood.
“Daleel we don’t doubt your ideas its just the Imperial Palace is in pregnable. The USWM attacked it not long ago and failed horribly. They had attack helicopters, APC, and better equipment.” He bowed and sat down. Daleel smiled.
“We don’t want to take the Imperial Palace. Just make the Government fear us. We will attack strategic positions of the building. Fire rockets into meeting halls, Offices and the main hall. I got the plan laid out. I will go into details with the soldiers.” He then bowed and sat down.

[The Peoples Anarchist Movement]

TO: Kleav Boricov
FROM: Klaus Beiderstroff of the Peoples Anarchist Movement
You hide behind muscle. You rule behind fear. You kill without a thought. And we are the ones who deep down you really fear.

Fear the people my friend. We are the 99.9% you’re the .1% do the math your threw. Keep watch. The peoples time has come.

Yours truly,
Klaus Beiderstroff
Monoffian Anarchist Visionary



Deep inside the heart of Monoff in a quiet village of Grindenburge a group of men were meeting in a small basement. Klaus Beiderstroff stood in the front of them.
“Men Monoff has reached a new age. The age of Freedom. The age of the people. We have just sat around and watched as our neighbors, and our family was taken from us. Now we are going to rise.” He turned and looked at the flag behind him. “This is our flag. This is the flag we fight for. This is the flag that will be flying over Monoff and we will be free. I’ll die for that and im sure you would to. Now you know your job go threw the towns in Monoff and distribute these Anarchist Pamphlets. We need to bring the masses to our side. If you’re caught you’ll be killed or worse tortured till you give up who we are and where we are. Some of you will most certainly be killed. You know you can’t waver and fail us. You know you need to sacrifice so we all can be free.” Everyone clapped. One of the men looked down to the bomb strapped to his stomach. He knew if he was caught he had to detonate it but that was a sacrifice he was willing to make for freedom. The men in the basement walked out the cellar door and walked their separate ways.
As the last soldier left Klaus walked over to his second in command Herman Goering.
“Herman I need you to make contact with our group in the north tell them it has began.”

[The Peoples Anarchist Movement]

Night crept over the land. People hurried to their houses scared to be caught by the Monoffian S.S. after sunset. The only movement in most of the streets was Monoffian soldiers on patrol. Vyatskiye Polyany was quiet. A lone man crept threw the shadows. He peered around the corner. A Monoffian soldier was down the street walking away from him. He ran like lightning to the opposite alley. He knocked on a door. Nothing happened so he knocked again. This time someone whispered
“Ivan that you?” Ivan responded
“Yes Hans it’s me let me in. Im freezing.” He shivered as he said this. The door opened and Ivan stepped in. The windows in the room were covered. Men sat around. Some cleaning their weapons. From Ak-47 to old Mosin-Nagant rifles. Ivan walked past some men eating soup into another room. This room just like the other had the windows covered. A People Anarchist Movement flag hung on the wall. Klaus Beiderstroff stood behind a desk. An Ak-47 slung over his shoulder. He looked up as Ivan walked in.
“Ivan. Thank god you are ok. What do you got for me?” He said as he looked at Ivan.
“Klaus, The Nazis stepped up the patrol in the south of the city. It took me awhile but I cut the fuel line to the depot and I got this.” He handed Klaus a map of the depot. “I know right where the weapon cash is. Just give me some men and I’ll raid it.” Klaus starred at him.
“Give it time. They’ll be waiting for it since the fuel line was cut. Give it time. This is a war we will win.” Ivan shook his head and walked out. He sat with the men and got a bowl of soup. As he ate he looked at the corner of the room. Red stains covered the corners wall. He smiled as he remembers the interrogation of the Nazi soldier and the joy he got from taking his machete to that pigs flesh. He set his bowl down and pulled out a picture of a woman and two kids.
“You will be free someday.” He said as he looked at the picture. “You will be free.”