On May 31, the Commonwealth of Mareyland celebrated one hundred years since its Declaration of Independence. In cities and towns across the nation, from the great metropolis of Amityville to the village of Fletcher's Crossing, people gathered to celebrate the Centennial with speeches, parades, fireworks, and parties. In Eureka, the national capital, President Martin Winslow presided over a lavish ball at the Presidential Mansion. Yet underneath all the glamor and pageantry, there was a deep unease. The glamor and pageantry of the celebrations could only conceal, for a moment, the tensions that were pulling Mareyland society apart at the seams. The nation’s government was paralyzed by a fierce partisan rivalry between the National Union Party, which clung bitterly to a narrow majority, and the Liberal Republican Party. Both sides cast their political rivals as bent on implementing policies which would destroy the nation. The political divide had been briefly plastered over by the patriotism of a few short victorious wars, but the breach grew wider with every bitter campaign and contentious election.
The new age of industry had created a vast population of incredibly poor people, who worked exhausting hours for little pay and lived in crowded slums. The labor of this proletarian mass enriched the Owners - the wealthy people who controlled the factories, the plantations, the coal mines, and the railroads that tied the nation together. The Owners had allied themselves with the National Union Party, who were more than willing to be purchased as investments, to protected the vast wealth and immense privilege of their patrons. The Owners had become accustomed to treating the national government, and many state governments, as tools they could wield to their exclusive benefit.
The end of the last war had brought about a recession, driven by the sudden end of lucrative military and government contracts. A quarter of the country was now mired in deep poverty. Yet the industrial barons and railroad tycoons demanded the same profits from reduced revenue. Their solution was to cut costs: those workers who weren't fired found their wages decreased. The trade unions were powerless to stop the layoffs and pay cuts before they happened: when they tried to negotiate with the bosses, they were informed in no uncertain terms that there were plenty of starving men who would eagerly take the jobs if those who had them now didn't like the terms. Once one Owner imposed a pay cut, others followed suit. They trusted their wealth, the government they controlled, and the subservience of the filthy ignorant masses to protect them from any consequences of their greed.
Yet in the poor neighborhoods, a red specter was in the air. Mareyland had stood as witness to communist revolutions in other countries, and the idea of a utopia where everyone had bread to eat and a home to live in without needing to suffer the tyranny of bosses was no less alluring to the working people of the Commonwealth. While the political machines of the National Union and Liberal Republican parties block any socialist from achieving elected office, the various trade unions have begun to coalesce into a single, united front: the Combined Workingman’s Association. And outside the law, radical firebrands evade arrest to preach revolution to hungry, angry crowds. The embers of uprising have been fanned and fanned and now glow red-hot, waiting for a suitable piece of kindling to start a conflagration that will consume the Commonwealth. For if the people cannot have bread, they will have blood.