Biting The Cold Kiss Of Iron (IC/PT/Apply First On OOC)

[Bala Mantre]

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It was an interesting day in the Willamette Empire because today was the twentieth Anniversary of the Willamette Empire being created. King Avudar walked through his castle in his capital Salem. He knew that this world had been crippled by the Apocolypse and stridden to make things for better or for worse. Soldiers marched through the streets as people cheered them on and Mark 1s rolled through as gun salutes went off and new statues were revealed. The King waved to people as they marched and looked further along with the town that was split by the Mighty Willamette River and saw the tall walls he had built in the beginning to keep the undead out. Now museums talked about how the walls saved the empire and had artifacts from the old days. He watched as people honked their horns in the cars (Models from 1915-1916) and a generally happy mood was among them. Avudar though planned to send settlers to create colonies in South Western Oregon and along the coast and then settle along with Eastern Oregon. Finding people willing to settle in Eastern Oregon was tougher than finding people willing to settle on the coast or along the border with what used to be California. He sighed then closed his window and watched the parade end with Bristol Fighters flying over head dropping smoke.
OOC: You can apply for more than one nation, but you must follow the rules and create 4 sentences for the separate nations. Your starting population will be effected by war, famine and disease but will go up tomorrow. Or something considering how large your nation is.

[Bala Mantre]

Northern German Empire
Emperor Finn Kohl looks about his empire as he breathes in the cool air of the German morning. He then grabs his spear and heads with his men towards the forest north of where he was standing. A horde was seen just outside the Northern Border of the Northern German Empire and is believed to be the deceased from the Copenhagen disaster from the first days. He hears a sound like the ocean as he sees the hordes come forward. His nearest men's faces go white as they see such a horde but Finn Kohl laughs and says, "Men of Northern Germany! We have stand trial to much worse before! Today I tell you to fight! Fight for your country and your citizens! Fight for your future!" he then blew his whistle and cannons fired and machine guns sprayed their deadly fire upon the undead. Men shouted pure hate at their undead rival and then charged in their armor and begun cleaving and stabbing them down.

[Saralonia]

Mexico City, two soldiers talking while patrolling highway Naucalpan-Ecapetec

"Comrade, do you think we can save ourselves from this apocalypse?"

"I don't know comrade, I just know that the zombies somehow sneak past us and we're supposed to defend everyone against the hordes, many don't trust us in the front of attacks with less than favorable conditions of urban environments where a single zombie getting trough and then that same zombie ends up inside an abandoned building with no one inside ends up infecting a few dozens, we don't have enough men to secure the entire length of the city without risking lives."

"You're right, but they can't do anything, a civilian economy is needed for a military to exist if people don't cultivate food or gather from the ruins then who will? we are a united collective and we all must work together or else face annihilation by dying to corpses in decomposition, heck we may be able to push back and thrive if we focus."

"If you say so, comrade..."

Meanwhile in the Chapultepec Park

"Let's hope no zombies interrupt us while we are collecting this grain, pretty ingenious how a national park was turned into a farm isn't it comrade?"

"I guess but I don't know how to feel about this yet, there are people that are supposed to protect us yet they fail and suddenly a small wave of zombies swarm a few people by surprise, that doesn't sit well to me."

"Fair enough, it doesn't sit too well with me but think about it they are tirelessly trying their best to ensure everyone's safety and we work by farming food for everyone."

"You know what let's change the subject, have you heard the rumors that Chairman Andrés plans on building an industrial base and to bring agriculture to its pre-apocalypse state?"

"Really? I didn't hear that rumor, maybe there's really thought out plans for us to rediscover the wonders of automatic machine guns? or maybe we will be able to produce thanks!"

"Don't get your imagination going wild right now, and don't raise your voice too much if a zombie were near it will hear you, and then either we die or it dies, now silence and focus on the fields."

[Bala Mantre]

Salem, Capital of the Willamette Empire
King Avudar walked through his palace and sighed. His empire had expanded from a little thing to controlling Western Oregon.
But now came the harder challenge of keeping it.
Soldiers were practicing shooting with 1916 Erfurt Rifles in the courtyard.
A total of 900 people had been found during the expansion and 700 new people had been born in the empire.
It brought the pop of the empire from 89,700 to 91,300 and the military population through the draft reached to 12,000.

Western Provinces, Tillamook Range (NorthWestern Oregon)

"They are close!" A man shouted.
"Fire your damn guns before they get any closer!" Another yelled.
The 5 men then fired their guns and their bullets ripped through the oncoming ranks of the undead.
The roamers dropped like freshly cut wheat and the men sighed. They deeply missed the Willamette Valley back at home, but after the government told any settler that 40 acres of land could become theirs if they allowed for all of it to be eviormentally protected.
(I.E the Enviorment Protection Act: For every Acres, two are protected but can be used for farming.)
Aka 40 Acres=20 usuable unprotected acrage

East of the Empire, Cascade Range

The settlers were very nervous, they had heard the stories before about how people had travelled through the Cascade mountains before, but as they packed their Model T's, they were still very nervous. They were entering the High Desert or the Great Basin part of Oregon. The less favorable part.
But the government had promised 120 acres of land for the first three families and 60 acres for the next 14 families and 25 for the rest who can afford it.
It was very close that the dream of Avudar was about to find its hopeful wishing

[Megistos]

Miami, South Florida

Everything was a mess. War, famine, disease. Everything a normal human wouldn't want. Of course, fate had to choose the path of one that humanity wouldn't like. Not like it was much of a problem now, because they had gotten used to it. President Rees even planned expansion once South Florida was in a stable state, coming from devastation of war.

But who were they to argue? The president was in power, as well as his strong government. President Rees was elected with the people, but he ruled with a steel fist; hard, and cold.

"Man, everything returning to normal couldn't be better." 28 year old Brandt started.

"As if there was a normal ever." Sergeant Martinson said back to his long-time friend. He knew that the world was never going to be in a normal state; nor was it ever. It could only make a goal for South Florida for themselves, to return everything in their nation to normal. And that was what they were going to do.

[Saralonia]

Mexico City, El Zocalo

"Comrade Chairman, it seems things may finally look up for us all!"

"Did the attempts at building rudimentary tools for blacksmithing and the creation of better spears and swords until we can make muskets succeed?"

"Yes Comrade Chairman Andrés, it seems we might be able to have better weapons than ponty sticks and rudimentary swords, of course, these swords may not be the best but will do the job of stabbing zombies and of being a better alternative than a pointy stick in the rough form of a sword"

"Good, we may be able to secure Edo. Mex for ourselves and rid two former states of Mexico from zombies under our banner"

"But I've got sad news for you Comrade Chairman Andrés, recent zombie hordes have only increased in quantity, our soldiers are trying to hold but more zombies keep swarming them"

"Let's hope that the recent advancement in weapon-making helps our soldiers and we can hold for longer, order the movement of various scavenger teams to search for weaponry from all of Mexico City."

"Yes Comrade Chairman, I'll send the order immediately"

"Thank you Comrade Secretary of State Joshua, your efforts are appreciated and we shall achieve greatness together."

A basement somewhere in Mexico

"Comrade, how's the steel going?"

"Not good, not bad either comrade the steel could certainly be better but it probably can cut some zombie limbs if made into a sword, and we might be able to produce this in high enough quantities to turn the tide on those damn zombies"

"Good comrade, I'll assign you 30 workers to increase production, the Chairman will be really happy about this advancement, do more comrade and you will be rewarded for your efforts"

"Yes Comrade General, I will provide the weapons produced soon enough, Viva el Frente Popular de la Liberación!"

"Great comrade, we will finally push back and go beyond!"

Somewhere in the street of Sierra Amatepec

"Comrade, do you think we can hold against these zombies?"

"Yes, I've got a gun and you've got a spear, I cover you and we shall fight as one comrade"

"Will you two shut up? We are all a unit, not just the two of you, we all cover each other comrades! Por la Libertad!"

*Insert sounds of cheering and then fight in close combat against zombies with some gun noises*

The Chairman's plans

"Ah, hello comrade General of the Military, I guess you want to hear my plans don't you?"

"Yes"

"Good, I plan to after succeeding in producing steel that we might be able to in the future produce rudimentary muskets and to make an industrial society, but feeding the people is also important, thus my plan is to have more framers than workers, for now, the idea is to adopt steel swords and tools and then the musket to compliment that."

"Ah, when will the weapons be ready comrade?"

"Soon enough to be helpful"

"Let's hope that"

"In other matters, I plan to organize the people better trough worker cooperatives and since collective ownership of most things is already here thanks to the zombies the next step is to make a proper state, right now we're technically not a state but rather something like a movement or a tribe, thus I plan to create a few government ministries and other things because right now the elections that we can organize are very disorganized and we don't even have a constitution to safeguard the future of the PLF and how it will be renamed to better represent our current the new state"

"Of course, now if I'm allowed I'll leave to help the troops comrade"

"Good comrade general, I dismiss you comrade"

Summary

-The People's Liberation Front initiates rudimentary steel production

-The PLF is under attack by hordes of zombies

-The PLF plan is released in written form for future use my future leaders

[Republica Guilleana]

After an economic crash on the Californian economy, the government creates a resolution to help recovering the economy.

-Public workers descent their income by a 1%
-VAT to essential products descents from 3% to 2.5%
-VAT to non-essental products increases from 4% to 4.5%

This will help recover the economy. Says the govenment.

[Bala Mantre]

Salem, Oregon
Now that King Avudar had all of Oregon, and his population was now at 94,500, and his military at 20,000, he planned on marching on Washington. A pilot rushes to his Gotha G.II as he watches Ilya Mourometzs fly lazy circles as practice.
The pilot then scouts out Southern Washington and eventually flys over Seattle.
He doesnt know there is civilization below.

[Saralonia]

Mexico City, Nogal Street, The ruins of a steel mill

"Comrades, we're doing it, we're producing steel in acceptable quantities for the military and civilian use comrades!"

"Great comrade, I'll have to notify Andrés, form as much steel as possible into weapons first and send them in the carts to the military as quickly as possible comrade!"

"Yes comrade, go and run!"

El Zocalo, Mexico City

"Ah, hello comrade what did you want to have a meeting about?"

"You see comrade, I believe that we should go south rather than north"

"I see your concerns, but north is where the remains of the former industries of Mexico are, for example, Queretaro and to reach Queretaro there's a need to reclaim Edo. Mex."

"Yeah but what about your promises to the people of food?"

"Do you really not know geography? Edo. Mex. is where a lot of farms used to be and there's plenty of places to scavenge in"

*Suddenly someone burst into the room*

"Comrades! Steel production is now on acceptable levels" *The person delivering the news seems to be exhausted and sweating a little

"Great comrades, we shall reclaim the land for the proletariat"

"That sounds great and all but comrade, what do you mean exactly with acceptable? also is the military receiving their weapons?"

"In theory soon enough comrades, with acceptable, I meant that it is produced fast enough for there to be minimum delays"

"Great, now you two are dismissed I have something very important to do now, begone please"

*the two people leave and Andrés locks the door carefully*

"Great, alright let's see if that radio one of the scavengers gave me works, it should but who knows"

*Andrés tries to make something happen with the radio but it doesn't seem to work until the chairman tries random frequencies and lands on the following message:*

"Hola, esté mensaje es de un bunker subterraneo entre *static* y de la distribuidora de *static* Franco"

*The message itself it's just a perpetually repeating one*

"Uh, weird I might need to send teams to search every centimeter of Mexico City, but not right now, I don't even know what's within that bunker"

Summary

-The PLF has started producing sufficient steel in good enough quantities
-The PLF's leader chairman Andrés received a mysterious signal through radio
-The PLF starts to prepare to liberate Edo. Mex.