THE NEW WORLD STANDS TALL
We stood for centuries beneath your boots. We were forced to watch, helpless, as you tore our country apart. We gazed on in horror as you sold us to foreign businessmen. Our culture rendered a matter of mere trinkets; ignorant tourists gawking at our ancient wonders, while we swept the floor after them. We watched as our royalty bent the knee to the imperialists. You don't understand the agony -- you can't. You looked upon as us your subjects. You knew we resented you. You knew what we went through. Struggling to feed our children, losing life and limb to ill-maintained machinery. The taxman and landlord bleeding us dry. And you continued the oppression regardless. Where we could have grown grain for our families, you made us grow cash crops so you had more money to line your damned pockets. The fatherland, its spirit so broken and its people so weary, began to sink into despair. It seemed hopeless.
At every turn, our leaders had betrayed us. And you had watched with gleeful malice as you plunged your greedy fingers into Reinkalistan's heart. You did so, ignorant of the wrath you would instill. The blood of the Reinkalistani people, shed by foreign tyrants on Reinkalistani soil, began to irrigate the fields of dissent. Arms smuggled out of barracks. Railroads bombed, businessmen assassinated. You saw the warning signs of our imminent rebellion, you felt our chains beginning to creak. The old regime trembled at the fury of the proletariat, standing united behind and alongside the Revolutionary Father, Kaszar Turaniski. And you did nothing but continue to rape and plunder, vindicating our righteous struggle in the eyes of the people.
You were shocked when we finally emerged in open revolt -- three sister-republics united beneath the Reinkalistani banner. We still don't understand why you were so surprised. You made us work for you at gunpoint, and shot us when we resisted. What did you expect? You, with trembling hands, attempted to crush the workers' revolution. And you failed. Your armies were pushed north, until you had your mountains to cower behind, with what remained of the comprador regime you had so long propped up. You vilified us as we began the long and painful process of healing the scars you had torn into our soil. We rose into the modern age on equal terms with you, and you despised us for it. You hated our audacity -- that we rise above you rather than stand cowed beneath your oppression.
But that was the past. Now, our forward march is only accelerating in pace. We have liberated half a continent from your clutches. Over lands mere decades prior in the firm grip of the darkest reaction, the red banner of the people now waves in the breeze. And with every success you continue to rage in futility against history's inexorable course. You do this because you know you're next. Not even man's deadliest weapons can fight the tide. And when we finally have you within our grasp, we will show you what it means to be oppressed. To be cast from your ivory towers, thrown into the mud, and stamped upon until you can barely breathe. We'll make no excuses for the violence. Our righteous anger shall be dispensed, and once your taint is cleared from the earth, all men may live in peace forevermore. Can you hear it, Comrades? The righteous cry of the smothered and oppressed is finally being heard! The star and sword, bathed in crimson light, is rising over the Earth! The sacrifices of generations are finally bearing fruit! Rejoice, those who refuse to be slaves -- we will take our freedom, no matter the cost! No matter the sacrifice! You can't stem the flood now. The working people march towards total victory.
At every turn, our leaders had betrayed us. And you had watched with gleeful malice as you plunged your greedy fingers into Reinkalistan's heart. You did so, ignorant of the wrath you would instill. The blood of the Reinkalistani people, shed by foreign tyrants on Reinkalistani soil, began to irrigate the fields of dissent. Arms smuggled out of barracks. Railroads bombed, businessmen assassinated. You saw the warning signs of our imminent rebellion, you felt our chains beginning to creak. The old regime trembled at the fury of the proletariat, standing united behind and alongside the Revolutionary Father, Kaszar Turaniski. And you did nothing but continue to rape and plunder, vindicating our righteous struggle in the eyes of the people.
You were shocked when we finally emerged in open revolt -- three sister-republics united beneath the Reinkalistani banner. We still don't understand why you were so surprised. You made us work for you at gunpoint, and shot us when we resisted. What did you expect? You, with trembling hands, attempted to crush the workers' revolution. And you failed. Your armies were pushed north, until you had your mountains to cower behind, with what remained of the comprador regime you had so long propped up. You vilified us as we began the long and painful process of healing the scars you had torn into our soil. We rose into the modern age on equal terms with you, and you despised us for it. You hated our audacity -- that we rise above you rather than stand cowed beneath your oppression.
But that was the past. Now, our forward march is only accelerating in pace. We have liberated half a continent from your clutches. Over lands mere decades prior in the firm grip of the darkest reaction, the red banner of the people now waves in the breeze. And with every success you continue to rage in futility against history's inexorable course. You do this because you know you're next. Not even man's deadliest weapons can fight the tide. And when we finally have you within our grasp, we will show you what it means to be oppressed. To be cast from your ivory towers, thrown into the mud, and stamped upon until you can barely breathe. We'll make no excuses for the violence. Our righteous anger shall be dispensed, and once your taint is cleared from the earth, all men may live in peace forevermore. Can you hear it, Comrades? The righteous cry of the smothered and oppressed is finally being heard! The star and sword, bathed in crimson light, is rising over the Earth! The sacrifices of generations are finally bearing fruit! Rejoice, those who refuse to be slaves -- we will take our freedom, no matter the cost! No matter the sacrifice! You can't stem the flood now. The working people march towards total victory.
South Reinkalistan, officially the "People's Federation of Reinkalistan", is the foremost state of the Fifth International, a geopolitical organisation dedicated to world communism. It is a constitutionally socialist state, operating upon a very particular subset of socialism termed Spiritual Vanguardism. Spiritual Vanguardism informs the general outlook of the Fifth International. The interpretation of Spiritual Vanguardism has grown more radical as of recent, with the ascent of Mozhkin K. Turaniski to the leadership of South Reinkalistan, instigating massive change and social upheaval across the socialist world. Reinkalistan is more than a nation: it is an idea. Ever since the 1964 Revolution, socialism has been cultivated in every aspect of Reinkalistani society. Huge urbanisation initiatives, industrial programs, mega-projects, and social reforms have marked the socialist era. While Reinkalistan's fast-paced and intense development has come at the expense of personal freedom and even human lives, it has transformed society at every level. Subsistence farming is a thing of the past; no foreign corporation sets foot on Reinkalistani soil. To many, this way of life seems inviting. Despite the Federation's many shortcomings, life is stable and secure: cities are well-designed, employment is guaranteed, homelessness is nigh-unheard of, and labour laws provide paid vacation and reasonable hours. Yet others detest the system of what they perceive to be Vanguardist tyranny. The intense cult of personality surrounding Turaniski continues to unsettle observers, and the authority wielded by the behemothic Executive Office for Ideological Affairs betrays the existence of a deep-rooted and all-pervasive police state.
This has culminated in the Cold War with the Union of Dhoerish States and Nations. Dhoeria is Reinkalistan's antithesis in every way. Ruthlessly individualistic. Free market to the core. Socially liberal to the greatest possible extent. Under President Frederick Elias, the Union controls a vast sphere of influence, concentrated on the continent of Askander, pressed against the D'ailloustre Line -- the thin division between the socialist world and the capitalist one. It is on Askander where the pieces were set in place for the conflicts of the modern world. When the Iron Republic of Kayastadt, hitherto then in domination of the whole continent, was opposed in 1981 by the micro-states still independent from its influence, Reinkalistan and Dhoeria joined forces to destroy its global hegemony. A brutal struggle ensued, one that could have seen nuclear war initiated at any time. But the world carefully weaved its way around annihilation -- people stopped fearing the atom bomb as they realised the horrors of modern mass warfare far exceeded the devastation of atomic conflict. Askander was left in unspeakable ruin, its population totally decimated. The world's economy lay shattered. But peace, as disastrous as it was, had been attained. The continent was split into two halves -- the North and the South, divided into various nations beneath Dhoerish and Reinkalistani influence respectively.
Many believed that following this show of co-operation, there was a possibility for peace between Vanguardism and Capitalism. These people were wrong.
While for a few years, relations improved, everything changed without warning or explanation when South Reinkalistan ordered every land border between the Fifth International and the northern nations be closed. All foreign residents were expelled, forces mobilised to the D'ailloustre Line. The North looked on in shock, in reaction proclaiming the North Askander Defense League to protect themselves. Now, the conflict on Askander is cold. Ice cold. South Reinkalistan looks with envious irredentism towards the pro-Dhoerish rump-state on its northern border, the last obstacle towards total reunification of the Fatherland. Ships, planes, and armies stand ready on every corner of Askander, knowing war could break out at any moment. In the year of 2021, the world is changing. Kayan restorationists wage an insurgency against both Reinkalistani and Dhoerish influence, and everywhere on the continent, the presence of foreign armies begins to draw resentment from the local populace. Indeed, danger is ahead. A meticulously-built world order stands poised to collapse at any moment. But another war, over the hubris of competing empires, would not be welcome to the people of Askander.
This setting, tense and ripe for cataclysm, provides a good place to write stories. This is where I intend to post these stories. Read if you want, no pressure -- I'm doing this out of personal gratification more than anything. If you do want to read, I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
- Rein
This has culminated in the Cold War with the Union of Dhoerish States and Nations. Dhoeria is Reinkalistan's antithesis in every way. Ruthlessly individualistic. Free market to the core. Socially liberal to the greatest possible extent. Under President Frederick Elias, the Union controls a vast sphere of influence, concentrated on the continent of Askander, pressed against the D'ailloustre Line -- the thin division between the socialist world and the capitalist one. It is on Askander where the pieces were set in place for the conflicts of the modern world. When the Iron Republic of Kayastadt, hitherto then in domination of the whole continent, was opposed in 1981 by the micro-states still independent from its influence, Reinkalistan and Dhoeria joined forces to destroy its global hegemony. A brutal struggle ensued, one that could have seen nuclear war initiated at any time. But the world carefully weaved its way around annihilation -- people stopped fearing the atom bomb as they realised the horrors of modern mass warfare far exceeded the devastation of atomic conflict. Askander was left in unspeakable ruin, its population totally decimated. The world's economy lay shattered. But peace, as disastrous as it was, had been attained. The continent was split into two halves -- the North and the South, divided into various nations beneath Dhoerish and Reinkalistani influence respectively.
Many believed that following this show of co-operation, there was a possibility for peace between Vanguardism and Capitalism. These people were wrong.
While for a few years, relations improved, everything changed without warning or explanation when South Reinkalistan ordered every land border between the Fifth International and the northern nations be closed. All foreign residents were expelled, forces mobilised to the D'ailloustre Line. The North looked on in shock, in reaction proclaiming the North Askander Defense League to protect themselves. Now, the conflict on Askander is cold. Ice cold. South Reinkalistan looks with envious irredentism towards the pro-Dhoerish rump-state on its northern border, the last obstacle towards total reunification of the Fatherland. Ships, planes, and armies stand ready on every corner of Askander, knowing war could break out at any moment. In the year of 2021, the world is changing. Kayan restorationists wage an insurgency against both Reinkalistani and Dhoerish influence, and everywhere on the continent, the presence of foreign armies begins to draw resentment from the local populace. Indeed, danger is ahead. A meticulously-built world order stands poised to collapse at any moment. But another war, over the hubris of competing empires, would not be welcome to the people of Askander.
This setting, tense and ripe for cataclysm, provides a good place to write stories. This is where I intend to post these stories. Read if you want, no pressure -- I'm doing this out of personal gratification more than anything. If you do want to read, I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
- Rein