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Hey.... Mind sending some nukes to me? Like delivery?
CRIAIA NEWS SERVICE
CNS
MAR 23 2009
The city of Aytos, Bulgariya has taken out a loan from the central bank of Criaia (CSB) for new urban development in nearby fields just south of the main city. about 7km2 of empty fields turned into a new mixed use as well as industrial manufacturing neighborhood in order to move from the local dependence on agriculture. This will about double the total size of the city. Of course local farmer backlash has struck (but we paid them off so it doesn't matter). The project will cost about $5,000,000. The development was given the name "Ново южно поле" by the development company TCUDU. An estimated 6,000 new people will be able to fill the area in about 3 years if the layout is done by December.
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Why not? If the King knee about Maria he would have called. One does not just have to call when it's about something formal, calling when it's something personal just makes him human
====PREPARING FOR THE COMING STORM====
**From the first day of reported news of the infected, Violet class meetings were conducted weekly to determine the most appropriate causes of action. A set of Infected Directives were drafted, along with several preparation plans to coincide with a new Supreme Directive. The Empire would have some of the most time to prepare for any infection spread, given their geographical spread from where the infection began. Almost immediately upon the announcement of the first cases of a new potentially fatal virus, travel from affected countries would be banned to include shipping and other methods of travel. Supreme Leader Borida was under no illusion that this would guarantee a 0 virus spread, and instead with the rest of his High Command would lay out further preparatory plans, as the Empire is secretly preparing Doomsday plans to survive and thrive in the coming apocalypse.**
**All islands under the Empire's control would immediately become fortresses and would each be designated to be self sufficient. Military personnel would now be stationed among all islands, and triple layers of chain link fences surrounding every island would immediately be constructed. Years of dried food supplies and multiple methods of creating and storing freshwater would be distributed. Libraries were to be created as well, containing the survival skills and combat training manuals needed to survive, and then all the technical knowledge for maintenance and for recreating the trades and engineers after the pandemic is considered "defeated". Cheap and mobile housing for camps would be constructed from all sorts of spare materials, even using old storage containers to create as comfortable of living spaces as possible for relocated civilians to the fortress islands. With how large the Empire's population is, not every citizen could be moved to every island, even including Madagascar. On the mainland continent, South Africa was chosen to be the fortress enclave State and would be given the same treatment as the island nations. Construction would be nationalized by the Empire, as survival would transcend economics. On Madagascar, miles of underground tunnels were planned and drawn up for with construction beginning in the highlands in the event of total surface control loss, and possibly relocate even more citizens from the mainland to the islands**
**On the public front, as much knowledge of the virus as could be ascertained from the day-by-day spread was distributed in a controlled manner to keep the citizens as knowledgeable as possible while also not creating a panic. Citizens were heavily encouraged to attend training classes offered by the military, on top of the obvious drive to enlist in the military, along with relocating to the fortress locations of the Empire. Ports would be among the most heavily fortified, with multiple contingency plans to maintain port efficiency in the event of outbreaks. The military would work closely with the citizenry to assure them of their safety and care for the needs as would arise, as was directed by the Supreme Leader**
**The Empire would survive these troubled times, even if it came at the expense of using others to buy time**
I'll see
If the king called it would've been natural. But Lashen and the king haven't interacted before at all...so I find it a little strange
I might so the same/similar
from what I understand, you're in a far worse spot and have to answer the massive flood of russians coming, infected and not
Yeah I understand so why don't you call Sophia the Crown Princess then?
Because he's never talked to her before
Sadly, yes. My department of defense, Homeland are working overtime to get the breaches fixed, and the deat and arrest amounts are going to skyrocket. Oh and my department of health and human services will be working overtime as well.... *sob*
Life of the Condemned
It hurt.
Yes, turning into a zombie is a painful process. But that was only part of the pain. Waiting to become one, after being bitten or scratched or anything else? That brought so much more pain.
But all that was nothing compared to the life of the condemned. And now, it was the life she lead. A university student that was lucky and unlucky at the same time.
She had been lucky, if anyone can call it luck, of being identified early on. A sizable bite on her left arm was a good indicator. And they did have the time to bandage it, so she could live with a little less pain before the inevitable.
But there came the unlucky part. The inevitable was taking its sweet time to reach her. For her, awaiting death, this was the thing that hurt the most. Staying alive for days, feeling the infection taking over day by day, knowing what end awaited her. Truly the life of a condemned.
Well, at least, they let her stay in her own dorm room. She had her books, and a working internet connection, to kill time. Of course, all her social media accounts were deleted, and her mobile connections were blocked. For her parents, and friends, she died days ago. There was no need to torture them any further, by giving them something truly dangerous: hope.
Hope was a drug she tried so hard to give up on. But hope was so addictive. Sometimes, laying on her bed at night...or maybe at day, she wondered. One question coming up in her head all the time.
How long has it been, and how much longer do I have?
Technically, that was more than one question. But for her, they both meant the same thing. They both gave her hope; hope that, maybe she had a chance, hope that maybe she was special.
If she ever met Pandora, that poor Greek woman would have to face her wrath, for not releasing that disastrous feeling away from humanity.
They weren't helping her either. They came everyday, giving her food, supplies...sometimes even more books. They even cared enough to change the display of her phone once; when she had thrown it across the room.
Those first couple days had nearly broken her. Now she didn't really care.
Or maybe she did. She might have cared every time they came to see her, stunning her just enough to collect samples of her blood, and tissues from her wound. They really did find her interesting, and that really did give her hope...again. Damn that word. But now, she wondered why she had to go through all this. She wasn't trying to fight the virus, but it wasn't trying its best either. Could a inanimate infection really play with its food, driving her insane with that one word she refused to even think about now?
Maybe she cared about it when she was in bed, with her face buried in her pillow. It wasn't necessary, considering that there wasn't anyone to see her tears, considering that they had the decency to turn the new CCTV camera away from the bed. Not that she cared about that; it wasn't easy to go through those stupid pleasures, brought on by hormones, when she awaited her death.
Did she cry because she really cared; for her life, family and friends? Or was it just a natural reaction? At this point, she couldn't figure that out. Was she someone who yearns for death, or yearns for survival? Was it abit of both?
Sometimes, she did wet her pillow with her tears yearning for the former, waiting for them to come and get over with it. Why did they have to wait? Did they really think there was any...god forbid...hope of her being a miracle? Or were they simply feeling too guilty to kill a human? She had offered to help them even, asking them for the only thing they refused to provide; sleeping pills. Maybe she still had a chance though. The ceiling fan would probably hold her weight, and if she tore off the curtain, or her bed sheet...
Crying into the pillow, she wondered why she couldn't get herself to go through with it. It wasn't as if she really had a chance at survival. So maybe she was actually beging god, or nature, or whatever force in the universe that controlled chance, to grant her just a little more life; just enough for her to meet her family one last time, and take her leave properly.
She wondered what they thought now. Her mother and father, who had not really been close enough to her, but still cared in their own way. Then there was her sister, and her cat. At least one of them would remember her for a little longer.
All the things she could've given for one last call with all of them. To tell them...whatever a girl condemned to death would tell her family. Maybe that she loved them so much, though that would be hardly enough.
They did do their best to comfort her, telling her how it was for the best. Seeing her, or talking to her, would just bring them more pain. Better to come to terms with the truth that their daughter was dead, and get over their grief...maybe while she continued to languish in her cell.
Maybe callling them would be bad. But what about a text message? A very simple one; I love you, and I would do anything to be with you again.
No such luck, or mercy, for her.
When have they ever listened to her, when she shouted at them, threw her phone, and even threatened to kill herself. She was turning grey every day, and she could see that whenever she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.
What did she want now, then? Did she want to die, to embrace the grim reaper as a good friend?
Even a couple days ago,a though like that would've sent her on a downward spiral. She was still a twenty year old girl. Nobody wants to die at that age. She definitely didn't want to die at twenty. She seemed to remember crying over it, for around half an hour, just two days ago. But now...
When would that invisible enemy choose to stop playing its game; to come an accept her surrender, that she had given days ago.
Or, how much longer did she have to wait before one of them came back to her room with a gun, tell her it's all going to be fine, and let her rest with a bullet to the head?
No...she didn't want to die. She shouldn't think that. She had to keep fighting. But, what then? Did she want to die? Or does she want to live a little longer, in pain.
Her face had looked very much grey this morning, and her eyes had been bloodshot. Was that a result of her crying again, the night before? Maybe memory loss was a sign of her, hopefully soon, turning into a zombie.
Or maybe...it was time she tried her luck with the fan and the curtain.
"At Hiroshima, we got 3 zombies locked in. We have sedated them to the point they are not in a state of aggression. We are starting to do some tests there. While the DNA we sent to all nations were from dead zombies, these one are still alive if you want. This could help us find some information. It is far away from Tokyo specifically to give is time before they arrive. By the end of next week, they will infest Hiroshima. We got 7 days max."
Lankadeepa and Melitora
Is our rp over?
No, but you didn't follow up
I didn't see it 😅
Department of Defense - Department of Homeland Security | Deaths PII
NEF Forces advance to the border with Russia. NEF Military Police move with riot shields and push back civilians, making a perimeter. A loud speaker goes
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"Attention civilians! Stand back immediately! You are committing a crime and will be arrested, and possibly even restricted from entry permanently! A advise you to get back or be fired upon."
-- The Above was announced in Russian
The millions that were didn't care, and Commander Starlight was tired, so she did what her power extended to. She ordered for anyone who crossed the border illegally, if they were an adult and male, t be killed or arrested, and fined 50,000 Norse Marks. Female adults would be arrested, and also made to pay the fine. Now children, the would be checked t see if the were infected, and if not they would be sent to a boarding school operated by the school district, to hold them until they were redirected back to Russia wit their parents.
Kaiserin Maria Theresia II nodded, understanding the weight of Lashen's words. "I understand, Lashen," she said softly. "Switzerland must hold too many memories for you now, and I respect your decision not to go. You've already done more than enough by preparing the Maldives as a fallback. It’s a wise move, and in these times, we have to think strategically, but also with our hearts."
She took a moment to compose her thoughts, then continued. "Sending your scientists to Switzerland will be a tremendous help. We’ll make sure they are well integrated with our teams here. The more minds we have working together, the sooner we can develop a solution to this nightmare."
Her tone grew gentler, more personal. "I know how painful it must be for you to stay behind and bear this burden. But you're doing the right thing, not just for your people, but for her memory too. She would want you to lead, to protect, and to continue fighting for the future. And I know you will."
Maria paused before adding, "I will keep you updated on every development from here. We'll get through this, Lashen. Together, even from afar."
Kaiserin Maria Theresia II nodded at King Alexander’s suggestion, understanding the urgency of the situation. “You’re right. We need to calm the public as soon as possible. I'll have my footmen set everything up immediately. We cannot afford to waste any more time.”
She gestured to her attendants, who swiftly began setting up the necessary equipment. Cameras were placed, the royal standards of both Dietsland and France positioned side by side, and the makeshift podium arranged to face the world. The Kaiserin herself adjusted her posture, feeling the weight of the moment, knowing millions were anxiously awaiting her words.
Once everything was ready, she took a deep breath and stepped forward, her expression calm yet determined as she faced the camera. The red light blinked, signaling that the live broadcast had begun.
“Citizens of Dietsland, citizens of France, and to the world watching,” she began, her voice steady but resonating with authority. “These are uncertain and troubling times, and I know the fear many of you feel. The virus sweeping across Europe and beyond has taken lives and shattered the security we once knew. But I stand here before you today to remind you that we will not face this crisis with fear but with strength and unity.”
She paused, her gaze steady. “In coordination with our allies, we are taking immediate and decisive action to contain the spread of this virus and protect our people. Quarantine zones are being established, medical teams are working tirelessly, and we are mobilizing our resources to develop a cure. You are not alone in this fight. Together, we will overcome this challenge.”
She took a step back from the podium, her eyes meeting King Alexander’s as she gave him a brief nod. “Now, I invite King Alexander to share his message.”
She stepped aside, allowing the King to address the world.
A bit strange but alright. Fixed I guess.
As fear and uncertainty gripped Dietsland, the far-right political group Diets Belang saw an opportunity to exploit the chaos. Their rhetoric had always leaned on stirring resentment and distrust toward the elites, but with the virus spreading across Europe, they escalated their campaign to dangerous new levels.
It began subtly, with anonymous pamphlets distributed in small towns and major cities alike. The bold, fear-mongering headlines screamed, "The Russian Refugees Will Bring the Virus!" and "They Will Turn Us into Zombies for the Benefit of the Rich!" The message was clear: the virus wasn't just a natural disaster, it was a conspiracy. Diets Belang spread the idea that the aristocracy, the royals, and the Kaiserin herself were using the crisis to consolidate power, steal wealth, and control the population through fear. According to their claims, the quarantines and containment zones were simply mechanisms for the rich to hoard resources, while ordinary citizens were left vulnerable to infection and inevitable death.
The group fanned the flames of xenophobia, accusing the incoming Russian refugees of being carriers of the disease, insisting that their arrival would lead to the complete breakdown of society. Inflammatory slogans like "They Bring Death, We Demand Protection!" and "Keep Dietsland Safe, No More Refugees!" appeared overnight on the walls of public buildings, under bridges, and even near quarantine centers.
But this smear campaign wasn’t limited to words. Diets Belang mobilized their most radical supporters, organizing illegal brown-shirt marches in every major city. These paramilitary groups, dressed in matching brown uniforms reminiscent of a darker chapter in European history, marched through the streets in defiance of the government’s ban on public gatherings. Chanting slogans that denounced the monarchy, they called for the removal of the Kaiserin and the establishment of what they called "a true government with a strong leader."
In cities like Leuven, Vienna, and Munich, the brown-shirt marches became a show of force. They clashed with police, sometimes violently, though many officers were reluctant to escalate for fear of turning the situation into a full-blown uprising. The air was filled with tension as these brown-shirted marchers shouted insults at the Kaiserin, calling her a puppet of the aristocracy and demanding her abdication. The marches also spread fear, with residents of the cities locking their doors and staying inside as the streets filled with protestors carrying banners that read “Death to the Royals” and “Power to the People.”
The government, already overwhelmed by the viral outbreak and the refugee crisis, struggled to contain the unrest. Reichskanzler Franz Karl, deeply concerned about the rising influence of Diets Belang, ordered police to arrest the leaders of the illegal marches. But this only served to escalate the conflict, as Diets Belang portrayed themselves as martyrs of free speech, claiming that the government was stifling dissent and silencing "the voice of the people."
As the chaos unfolded, some within the middle class began to question the Kaiserin’s ability to maintain control. The combination of the virus, the refugees, and now the political unrest painted a bleak picture. Some even began to believe the wild conspiracy theories, wondering if the monarchy really was using the crisis to their own advantage.
For the Kaiserin, the stakes had never been higher. She now faced not only a deadly virus and an unprecedented refugee crisis but also the growing threat of a political insurrection. The fate of Dietsland hung in the balance, and her every move would determine whether the empire would stand united or fracture under the weight of fear, anger, and mistrust.
Ienovo and Lankadeepa
Office of the Department of Foreign Affairs | Riot Officers
The Department of Foreign Affairs requests permission to sent 500 Riot Police officers of the NEF to the cities affected to push back the rebellion. Rebels will fall under the power of the falcon. The possibility of rebellion grows, and the NEF wishes for something that could ruin their ally, and then spread to the NEF as well must be extinguished.
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