Xofrautan Parliament Building, New Migma, Xofrautan. July 15, 2024
The Parliament Building has been barricaded on the inside with desks and chairs that have been removed from several different offices. What was remaining of the parliament guards and city police were placed on the outer perimeter of the parliament, which was now a system of trenches and makeshift barricades. The government and politicians gathered in the assembly hall, trying to figure out the next course of action.
The famine of the earlier month spiraled out of control. Despite efforts to help, Xofrautan and their isolationist agenda caused millions to starve, millions more to die, and millions more to become radicalized. The teachings of the Grixusni faith have fallen on deaf and starving ears, and the country has exploded into a revolution. It was the government, a nationalist republic free from the shackles of colonialism many years ago, against the communist radicals. This faction emerged based on non-secular freedoms, wealth equality, and the dismantling of the caste system. There were also the Progressive Radicals, those who want to reshape the government to be more fair, abolish the “princely” governorships, and extend rights to all of the citizens in the country. And finally, the Children’s Revolution. The children have long been oppressed by the Grixusni faith, and yearn for freedom by banning religion altogether, getting rid of currency, and a lot of other regulations that the government, specifically adults, have imposed.
The first shots were fired on June 30th, when construction on the bridge from the mainland to the Pilapas Island was obstructed when Communists blew up the bridge. Fingers pointed, mercenary and revolutionaries have taken over metropolitan areas, lower castes and children have taken up arms, and the entire country spiraled into civil war. The government with its power tried to curb revolutionaries with military police in major cities. Most of them were overrun by the starving masses. Some of the city governor’s store houses were broken into and robbed of food by the lower caste. The remaining funds from the treasury ran out paying for the military to control the situation, and the government has not been functioning since July 1st. Worst still, the President has fled the country in his yacht, and the remaining “princely” governors have fled to one of the smaller islands up north. It was do or die at this point, and the government will try to regain it’s power by declaring itself a failed state.
The parliament was in an uproar. With all options being depleted, it was the moment of truth. Cameras point to the prime minister, as she prepares to give the dreaded speech that no one wants to make.
“Prime Minister, don’t you think this is a but extreme?” a member of the Xofrautanese parliament asks.
“The people want to fend for themselves, then let them”. The cameras are turned on, they are now on the air”.
*INCOMING TRANSMISSION*The Prime Minister of Xofrautan, Nehal GurnaniTo the people of Xofrautan, may the Gods bless our country, especially in these grave times. Our great and glorious country is in a grim state of affairs. The famine situation has become less ideal than we always have known. Worse still, insurrectionists have taken over several local governments and raided the local food storage units. Children have not only taken over several towns, they also taken over several roads and blocked traffic. The president has fled the country, along with some of the governors.
Our resources have worn thin. All of the money that we had from my industrial scheme has all gone. Our country has been divided. Therefore, the government has no choice but to declare a failed state. Xofrautan’s government will continue legislative operations in parliament, but government services will not be available. I have declared the remaining territories the government controls under martial law. All citizens must remains indoors until we can get our government stabilized. Our remaining military forces are deployed to fight insurgents, no matter who they might be. Anyone trying to escape the country and and defy curfew will be executed onsite.
My last words to you is to not trust the foreigners that say they want to help. They can’t be trusted, they are the ones that got us into this situation, keep them out.
With that, the nation is in turmoil. It’s every man for themselves.*END TRANSMISSION*
The Republic was no longer in turmoil, it was now anarchy.
Battakana, Xofrautan. July 15, 2024
The roads of Xofrautan, what was once used for internal trade and travel, were now in disrepair and controlled by gangs. People know of these gangs, but they have never seen them. What some know is that these gangs will not hesitate to kill and steal, but only in the day. People escaping Xofrautan to nations on the seas and next door would travel the roads at night, but there are many unfortunate souls had to travel in the day as merchants or citizens making their move. A merchant and his wife are traveling in their truck to a neighboring town from their farm, well, what little was left from their farm.
“I don’t like this Rajesh. There are gangs about” says the wife Priya Sharma, worried for her life.
“These rats have to get to market”.
“But in this economy, we wouldn’t get anything”.
“We’ll just trade things, we’re thankful we have anything to sell anyway. The famine has gotten worse”. The ride was rocky from the disrepaired roads, but that was not anyone’s concern at this point. They continue to travel on the roads until they encounter a body, lying on the ground. It appears that there was a small girl, in rags, just lying there. Priya pleaded with her husband to stop the truck. They stop and the wife tries to see if there is anything she can do to help the girl. Except the girl seemed to be fine, dirty but fine. The husband knew something was up.
“Priya! Get out of there! NOW!” Priya tries to run out of the way but the sound of loaded guns and rifles stopped her in her tracks. They were now surrounded by… children? It was children. Young children, probably not even 13 years old, filthy, malnourished, in rags. The couple raise their hands up, not wanting to die. The children seem to be just as scared as the couple were. But out comes the leader of the orphans, the children that were abandoned and formed a large gang all over Xofrautan, some in their control. A young boy in rags, and just as dirty as the others. He seems stronger than the other children, while also being as malnourished.
“Big brother Arjun!” the children shout. The boy brandished a rusty dagger, then pointing at the couple.
“Listen up. For too long we have been suppressed and starved by this nation and it’s religion. We will take what is rightfully ours!”
“I-I don’t have money. H-How about some rats? I’m really sorry, that’s the only thing we can give. W-We are just like you, v-very poor”. As Rajesh was rambling on Arjun and the other children walk to the back of the truck and forcefully opened the back. The rats were there, along with some small vegetables that were able to farm. The starving children ate it up, and Arjun walks back to the couple, without his dagger. Instead he brigns out a small handgun, stolen from a local weapon store, or perhaps the barracks that were emptied days ago from a raid of the governor’s home.
“You two, out” The couple looked confused before being pushed out of the truck. “We control your truck now. A useful thing too; Got to rally our cause somehow”.
“Y-You can’t do that. You don’t know how to drive”
“And whose fault do you think that is. You’re all the same, trying to keep us down. No longer”. Arjun pulls the trigger killing the man. His wife screaming for her fallen husband. Arjun proceeded to shot at the wife next. Both bleeding out to death. The children pile into the truck and swerving on the road, they try to get into town, to control the area, feed the starving street urchins, and rally more children and international support to their cause. No one tries to stop them, as the police have become affective no more, as anarchy begins to take hold.
Case de Marahyuo. Kyathayar, Isla Liwanagi, Xofrautan. July 15, 2024
Contrary to popular belief, Xofrautan has a booming tourism industry. It’s natural wonders, unique culture, and beautiful architecture, it is a beautiful vacation spot. Well… was and had. The famine lowered a lot of tourism, and the civil war killed it. It doesn’t help that with the nation in a failed state, the airport and seaport have effectively closed. The government is currently in talks with different foreign governments on a way to effectively let foreigners out of the country. For the time being, they are stuck here, and with martial law, are confined to the hotel. Several journalists, foreign-aid workers, politicians, and regular tourists may be stuck for the time being, but at least it is comfortable. There seems to be plentiful of food, mostly because the area is for the upper castes. So far, it was relatively peaceful with the island still in control of the National Government, but that is not going to be the case for long.
News was going around that the island was slowly coming under the militant communists. They were able to raid military barracks and control a lot of the weapons that have been stored. They may have gained ground, but that was probably miles away, away from the safety of the hotel. True they might see some desperate people trying to get into the hotel, to try and escape and flee the country, but there is nothing to worry about. At least that’s what they thought.
It was a peaceful day at the hotel, but all of a sudden… gunshots. Machine gunfire and explosions that get louder and louder until an explosion occuers by the pool. Ragged people with guns and grenades raid the hotel. Those by the pool try to run back inside. The insurgents that came in do not fire. The leader of the group of rag-tag soldiers comes forward. They fly a red banner as a conquering army coming in to establish a new order.
“Attention, as the commander of the Red Xofrautan Army, this area is now under control of Citizen Rafael Mendoza, our glorious leader of the communist revolution! We request everyone to remain calm and be obedient to our will. We are taking all of you as our hostages!” The soldiers keep their guns raised to maintain order. A few of them already went inside to raid the hotel kitchen for food. The rest were building denfenses and building their own telecommunication stations to contact their leader. Things were falling into place, and the revolution was taking hold on the island. Meanwhile, the foreigners remaining wait in fear, some intrigued by the situation, wondering if they are ever going to get home now.
The revolution was spiriling, and it is all being published and streamed around the region. If this does not resolve soon, this could be the greatest humanitarian crisis of the century.
