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RP: Military Hatred Rally
Military District 32, North Exsorcial
The following is a broadcast leaked to the world via a freak technological accident.
An endless grey sky of pollution and dystopia hung over the square of the proceeding. The district held rectangular barracks, military factories, airfields and an incomprehensible number of weapons. The district itself was only a few miles away from several similarly bleak prole farming communes. In the center of this square laid the subdued black uniforms and helmets of at least 800,000 soldiers. They hung in massive squares, with their weapons laid down, separating the lines. There laid a flagbearer every so often. Everyone from simple conscripts with bleak and bland uniforms to Commissars and Colonels with peaked caps or specialized red-striped helmets with their rank. Everyone had Party collar-tabs and flag armbands. 2,000 tanks laid behind them alongside several hundreds of jeeps, IFV's, APC's, movable artillery, and AA-Vehicles. Planes and dropships littered the horizon. The few cameras broadcasting to the world failed to capture this utter numerical supremacy due to the sheer number of men and equipment not even fitting in the panorama.
On a wide podium laid Inner Party Commissars in black drab and their numerous medals. The flags lined the back of the podium until a massive telescreen the size of at least a schoolbuilding flickered to life. Infinite Father's twisted eyes met the soldiers who immediately saluted with their arms over their head in a bladed X, an orgasmic look of patriotism flooding their faces. The leader smiled, the closeup of his face fulfilling the absolute meaning of tyranny. The booming cries of "Long Live!" from the men were absolutely deafening due to how many men there were.
"Brothers and Sisters, you are merely a drop in the total might of our military. Our soldiers are infinite, like the oceans. Over 150 million dedicated martyrs like you must, can, and will achieve victory for the Party."
The men and women cheered at his wicked voice, tears overriding their faces and seizure-like convulsions overtaking their bodies as they jumped about, brainwashed to such a degree that North Korea would have its tail scared between its legs. The Inner Party members stood motionless like statues, their back to the seemingly omnipresent leader as they watched the spectacle with similarly horrific eyes.
"Brothers and sisters, you are the required people of this superstate to carry out its goals. State-sanctioned evil rests on you. The constant war, which has been going on for many years mind you, will result in our triumph over this planet and all other human life. We as humans are vile creatures. Only the Party has the right to survive, only our ideology. The slaughter of dissidents last Tuesday shall prove that to you, yes."
The soldiers cheered, throwing their salutes forward, the X's breaking as they came to attention, falling into silence.
"Weaponize your hatred, brothers and sisters. Democracy will be obliterated and its adherents thrown into their graves of rusted needles and starved roaches, alive."
The soldiers instantly began to pick up their weapons, namely their standard bolt action rifles but some had squad weapons. They assembled into thinner blocks and began to march past the telescreen as Infinite Father's face faded into a still image of the flag of the Absolute Revolutionary Infinitude Party. Their goosestep shook the ground to it's core and the cameras threatened to collapse from their posts. An ominous bassy organ filled the air as a sick form of patriotic music as the ranks marched by for hours on end due to how numerous they were.
"The other wars of other nations will be their downfall, for we will rise and nothing but death and the complete eradication of human life by the Party and its human conspirators."
An instrumental version of the anthem filled the speakers.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzoQJCRJmcs
"Citizens of Exsorcial." An authoritarian female voice began. "There will be a hate rally for the hideous winged shark-like people that elsewise call themselves Whics on Monday. Assemble in the Capital of Syoneson for a mass execution of 300 Outer Party dissidents tried with treason. Options the people have will be live incineration, the scorpion pit, or thorny-rope hanging. Each option is worth 50 ration credits paid to the Ministry of Economics. Wear your state-mandated face at all times, for a dutiful Exsorcial is a patriotic Exsorcial. Offer your congratulations via type-written letter to Junior Adjutant Richard Harris of the Ministry of Order for the capture of a resistance holdout of 5 maggot-like scum. Be sure to eat your daily oatmeal rations, they make you a better citizen and give you the strength for the next day's labor. Praise Infinite Father and dutifully follow your local curfew."
Evve terre, Evacasia, Dwarf land4, Blayredeshia, and 2 othersNorthern new solingarch, and East evvia
RP: ...The Search for The Infinite Red
April 09, 2102
The Evven government was among the first to react to the broadcast.
The sea of soldiers. The beyond-Orwellian ideals. The martyr-ic, desensitized quality of the entire Exsorcialan citizenry; the Evven elite found themselves both enamored and intimidated by it.
It was with this in mind that Her Eternal Majesty, Queen Elle Bachelet, would address the Evven populace, stating that they would begin a search of Kalrania's outlying territories for this 'paradise of the proletariat.' With Evve Terre knowing fully-well that such a large nation would have been nowhere in the east, as Evve Terre itself was one of the largest nations in the orient, it planned to send a naval fleet, flying both their flag and an attempted facsimile of the Exsorcialan flag below it, eastward towards the western hemisphere.
RP: The Search, Continued.
It had been multiple days of travel before the Evvean fleet even triggered an early warning sensor. Soon enough, the dystopian grey skies were over them and they found multiple dots on the horizon. In fact, the entire horizon had been lined with ships. There had to be at least 60 small ships, namely PT boats, rocket and torpedo ships, and gunboats as well as about a dozen frigates. The ships split up and began to enclose the fleet in a pincer like formation, maintaining their distance but keeping formation. Just as they were about to fire upon the ships, they saw the facsimilie flag. Instead, a broadcast was shot towards the other ships via radio.
"This is the People's Navy of Exsorcial. You are in sovereign territory of Infinite Father. We see your flags. What business do you have in our waters?"
The firm voice of a commodore filled the flagship's bridge. He did not seem impatient or angry, but moreso reserved, like a man playing a particularly strategic game of chess. Meanwhile, in his own bridge, his crew looked onward with dead faces at the enemy ship, fingers on the metaphorical triggers. A separate commodore was preparing a volley fire of rockets and flak turrets. The Exsorcialain side merely waited with formality and caution.
RP || This is pretty funny
During one of Kaathe's livestream gaming sessions, the broadcast had been shown to him by one of his subscribers. As it played, his only response was met with hysterical laughter. "This bitch isn't serious, right?" He asked his viewers, they too expressed the same reaction with various emojis and icons in the chat. In the background, Thorn could be heard speaking but her dialogue wasn't clear. "Ah, don't worry. Some troglodyte is claming she could obliterate democracy. Get bent, weirdo."
RP: First Contact - Huzzah for Diplomacy!
Seeming to be lightly armed ships, it quickly became clear that the Evven ships had no intent of harm. The hissy, French accent-heavy, low-quality radio transmission of the main Evven ship would transfer :
"HAIL, NAVY OF EXSORCIAL. WE ARE FROM THE ORIENT; THE PEOPLES' NAVY OF EVVE TERRE. THROUGH A GLITCH IN OUR BROADCAST SYSTEMS, WE HAD CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF YOUR MOST RECENT RALLY, AND HAVE COME ON A DIPLOMATIC MISSION."
The Evven flags, through the smog, would boast similar colors and ideological symbols to that of the Exsorcialan.
Within the storied halls of the ancient University of Aionia, an institution that has been active for over 1,500 years, a unique piece of literature has been put to final pen-ship at the advent of early morning, 6:30 AM, the 10th of April 2102.
'The Rights of Being' as it is titled was put to paper by the Aritean Philosopher Konstans Saurian, a longtime intellectual and avid artist of the mind and expression at the current age of 67, with the core tenants assigned around a newly thought out philosophy of mutual rights and liberties for all sentient/viable species within Kalrania, as they all inhabited this world of theirs and thus all should have a fundamental right to something or another.
The unique literature has been within works for over 30 years and was finally finished with the financial endorsement of the reigning Basileus of the Basileía Áritos (Empire of Aritius), Basileus Julian Paligos. Such endorsement has allowed the work to spread, the core tenants of;
1: A right to life and liberty for all.
2: A freedom from slavery and torture for all.
3: A freedom of opinion and expression for all.
4: A right to work and education for all.
These for being the core of the philosophical notion, but many more such as 'Freedom from Religious Persecution,' are touched on; leaving the work a rather in-depth and well-thought-out piece of literature that seemed to invoke the greatness of the old classical period.
With the backing of the Royal House of Paligos as well as avid support from the people of Aritius the 'Rights of Being' has quickly spread outside of the borders of the Empire; mostly through their management of one of the most prosperous trade-routes within the Bay of Marlandor.
Within weeks this piece of literature could spread far and wide, leaving governments across Kalrania a deadline with which to put into works a lockdown of the work so that it cannot enter their country if they wish.
'The Rights of Being' has since caused a revolution of sorts in terms of ideas within warfare and what rights are held and withheld within, starting the conversation on a possible Convention of sorts within the Empire.
Cenagrad, Evve terre, Antekuna, Schwypia, and 3 othersKhosrau, The Atomic Schism, and Blayredeshia
RP: Indie Game Witch to Become Commercial Success
East Evven game developers, Zero Studios, have released their first major game: Witch. It is a physics-based wizard-them-up, in which 'every pixel is simulated,' and your weapons are wands with interchangeable spells.
Cenagrad, Dwarf land4, and Kavastor
In response to the endorsement put forward by the Artaecusian Government, the Basileía Áritos and her Basileus have opened diplomatic ties with the nation; accepting the proposed notion and offering support in any way they can.
As an aside embassies have been purposed in the capital cities of each of the nations; an Artaecusian Embassy within the Presveía Quarter (Embassy Quarter) of Aionia--with the same being done within the equivalent section of Tau Volantis.
This seems to be the start of a push for greater relations between the two powers.
RP: Praises
King Antonio I praised Emperor Koichi, and also congratulates the establishment of a new constitution in Luwuia. The king wished to have a meeting with the new emperor to establish relations between the two nations.
RP: In Pursuit
The ongoing pursuit of the famous scammer Guillermo Pastorfide continues. The Pontician National Police and the NIA are requesting coordinates from the SAI and 
Schwypia's National Guards to locate Pastorfide. The Task Force Marvolo, who is in charge of this operation, also distributes flyers containing infos of Pastorfide.
Schwypia and Luwuia
In response to the efforts made by East Evvia's Zero Studios in making strides in-game development, the Basileía Áritos has opened up with an announcement of the existence of the development studio; Parvus Interactive, which has come out with its first game; Wastes: A Post-Apocalyptic Roleplaying Game--with Wastes being designed as Kalrania's first CRPG; an open-world turn-based role-playing video game. The game has a post-apocalyptic and diesel-punk setting, taking place in the mid-23rd century decades after a global nuclear war in an alternate history timeline.
This game is the first sign of a friendly rivalry between the game developers at Parvus Interactive and Zero Studios, with the developers at Parvus sending gifts and words of encouragement for the hopeful success of Witch.
As of now, it seems that Wastes has become an instant hit, scratching a unique itch in the gaming industry not yet seen.
RP: Gaming Madness
The video game “Witch” created by Zero Studios, an East Evven company is rapidly becoming the next big fad for young people in Oured City. It’s such a big hit young people are literally gaming themselves to death in the city by playing the game days at a time without food, water, or any breaks in general.
In a statement by the Cenagradian City Council the government says “it isn’t the governments job to make sure you eat your dinner or drink your water. If you die because you’re binging a video game the government will not be held responsible.”
After a moment of silence, a signal to follow was displayed by the heavy frigate flagship. Much of the guard detail disbanded and the main ships sailed towards the mainland. They docked on a port surrounded by beaches of jagged stones. Around them were several secret police cameracopters facing the outside of the port. The diplomatic detail was escorted into a nearby airfield. There, a black plated transport plane picked the Evvens up. The interior was relatively luxurious with lots of resting room. The plane took off and journeyed towards the capital, Syoneson. Within an hour, they landed in the capital which was in the dead center of the nation, strategically placed as to be the best defended. The brutalist black and grey buildings held sinister red lights bathing the streets. Propaganda posters and flags hung everywhere near the dystopian capital.
Camera drones flew about with bright white spotlights contrary to the red and grey bathing the city. It was a complete metropolis, but was as lifeless as a wartorn ruin. Still, Outer Party bureaucrats moved about silently under the watchful eye of Inner Party members. All of the proles lived not in cities but agrarian farming communes or slums in factory blocs. As they were escorted into a car, they passed a line of armed schoolchildren holding submachineguns, their red neckerchiefs bouncing about. They eventually came into the view of 13 massive iron pyramids dwarfing most other buildings. After a few hasty turns, they eventually arrived at the building titled "Ministry of Agitation".
Once inside, the drab concrete hallways led them to a conference center where victory ale was poured generously from a soldier. An ambassador entered the room, his features weathered down and tired. He was the standard definition of a bureaucrat.
"Welcome to Exsorcial. In the Party's spirit of absolutism and simplicity, we shall immediately talk business. Since you seem to have similar government structure, our first offer is full benefit. Free trade, military alliances, military bases, port leases, and mutual protection against interests the Party deems subhuman, such as the many countries your nation is surrounded by. An unusual offer is the shipment of all your serious criminals into our country to be conscripted into deadly penal battalions to be used on the future frontlines."
RP || A better future, together
The Artaecusian Government states that they are delighted to have diplomatic ties with Aritius. They have permitted the construction of an Aritius Embassy within the Cloud District of Tau Volantis. Trade routes and many more benefits have been opened to the nation, with Kaathe personally stating he wishes to visit the nation at a later date.
RP || Funding
Upon being notified of the project by one of his viewers on stream, Kaathe has expressed excitement for Wastes' development. "A new game in development? Eskeetit. Wastes is an open-world turn-based role-playing video game? Guys, Eskeetit." was his response on stream. A donation was later made of an undisclosed amount to help Parvus Interactive in its development cycle.
RP || Visiting an ally
Kaathe has stated that he will be flying to Ascoiya for a holiday and to visit Sarivenjia. He states there is a special gift for her when they meet.
RP: Empress Rose accepts
Rose has agreed to a meeting. She wishes to get out of Archron and see Schwypia. She requests fir the meeting to be held on Schwypian grounds
Rekken and Schwypia
RP: Luwuia accepts
Emperor Koichi gladly agrees to a meeting with King Antonio. The meeting shall be in 4 months due to the Emperor being busy with his new duties and for the Government to establish security protocols in protecting the Emperor.
RP: Nuclear Reactor eh? Hah petty...
The Republic isn't all too impressed at this as the nation has already been using many different uses of renewable energy like solar power and water power, geothermal and wind power is commonplace. Not to mention a good chunk of vehicles are electrical in one way or another, however, the Republic doesn't move towards nuclear energy due to a risk of it exploding and it also being a core of radiation which can harm the nation's lush ecosystems.
RP: Meeting
The Emperor would be pleased to have a meeting with the ruler of Icewindia but due to ongoing conflict and uncertainty of the secureness of traveling the meeting will have to happen in 4 or 6 months.
RP: Meeting Wrap-up
President Payne and Empress Rose of the Archron empire had quite the productive meeting in Milare. They have agreed to renew the Eastern Protocols, though less aggressive and more defensive, and have decided to further join military operations in the fields of training, engineering, and combat. The two nations have also come to the agreement to take a harder stance on Icewindia.
RP: Silence of the Lamb
Mayor Angelica Hethwyr of Philosa's day wasn't eventful, not in the least bit. It was almost strange to see a day pass within her field where nothing at all happened. Perhaps, however, she could chalk it up to recent distractions, most notably her meeting with the President, a man she loathed. She wouldn't admit it in public out of fear for her reputation, but she believed in many conspiracy theories surrounding him. She knew for about as certain as she possibly could with the little proof she had that the President had been behind the several deaths within the government, from former Prime Minister Hugo Clyde during his first term to the recent death of Benjamin Bliss, his rival in the 2100 election. All of them were connected, even if not visible to the naked eye; they all achieved the same singular purpose of boosting Payne's approval ratings in the aftermath of the deaths by painting himself in an empathetic light. She knew this kind-hearted persona to be a ruse. Why, then, would she even consider Payne's proposal at their meeting? Switch party alliances to the UMP, along with Payne, and work together? How could they possibly ever do such a thing? Angelica knew Payne was out to get her, and this proposition had to be bait for some unseen trap. She wouldn't bite.
But when Angelica arrived home, she was greeted by a darkened household. When she turned on the lights, she was greeted with the visage of an unknown woman sitting in Angelica's living room. Angelica immediately jumped back and prepared to yell for her husband, but the woman held up an open notebook with words scribbled on the page.
I'm not here to hurt you, the paper read. I'm a friend from SECTaF. Well, kind of, its a long story. Call me Silence, if you will. The Xejekpenni woman seemed docile, her sharp eyes giving away some element of confusion and pain. She looked to be around the same age as Angelica, as to say in her mid forties.
"Well Silence, I don't think being with SECTaF helps your case," Angelica whispered as she inched closer to her bedroom, where her ex-supersoldier husband would be sleeping. Silence held up a finger and started to write on a new sheet of paper. She held up the next sign.
I wouldn't say I'm fully with them anymore, though I would not go so far as to say I've deserted. You see, a fellow operator went AWOL not too long ago, and it made me start thinking about myself. Who was I and why did I stay with SECTaF? I enjoyed my mates, after all, they are the only family I have now, but the corruption of it all. Maybe this other operator's awakening caused something to awaken in me as well. I remember vividly that when I was indoctrinated into the program that you were the reigning monarch. I was taught to respect and protect your legacy, but after a few years, my programming suddenly changed. I didn't think twice about it at the time, but now it really troubles me.
"So then why are you here?" Angelica asked. Silence quickly scribbled on her notepad.
Just know you have an ally on the inside. I'll keep in touch. With that, Silence gave a thumbs up and what one could call a smile before creeping out the open window behind her. When Silence left, oddly Angelica could only think about the number of flies she must have let in, leaving the window open like that. How irresponsible.
Rekken, Antekuna, Khosrau, The Atomic Schism, and 2 othersDwarf land4, and Aritius
Post self-deleted by Icewindia.
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