Lands End

May 13th, 2021
Albangrad, Tussia

There were lines of civilians at one of the various humanitarian aid camps. With Tussian soldiers and officers guarding it, there were multiple lines of registration officials. Those with possible ties with any terrorist or rebel organization were sent to be processed and vetted; some detained. Those who passed the process were let into the Albangrad Superdome; one of, if not the, largest sports stadiums in all of Tussia. It could house up to 100,000 fans so it was perfect for this kind of job.

Food, medicine, and water were being passed out as explosions and gunfire were heard off in the distance. There was the occasional flyover of Tussian jets and helicopters. Occasionally, some of the transport helicopters would land and drop off food and pick up civilians to evacuate them. It was a slow process, but would be deemed necessary so the Superdome wouldn’t overflow.

However, behind the Superdome and away from the public eye bodies were being piled onto trucks to be shipped off for identification. Most of the bodies were civilians, horrifically caught in the crossfire of the on-going siege. The Tussian military was slowly being pushed back; overwhelmed by the number of rebels, gangs, and other factions fighting against both the government and each other. The city was about 1,200 square miles, but only half of that if that was still under the government’s control and it was steadily decreasing. The Superdome was far inside government territory but there was fear of an artillery shell striking it or the rebels managing to take it.

News reporters would arrive and interview the citizens. Some were shaken up, displaced by artillery strikes hitting their homes. Some talked about having lost family, friends, or have family members fighting against their advice. Everyone was affected by this one way or another. Suicide bombers had hurt their family, destroyed their homes, injured them. Some people were shown awaiting medical attention for bullet wounds, burns, or explosions. Tussian medical teams were overstretched across the entire city, trying to tend to the wounded civilians and soldiers. Smoke columns were seen as well as explosions being seen, gunfire being heard. It was horrific, and it was now these people’s lives.

An International News Event
CELEBRATE PEACE AND CULTURE!

To celebrate the peace in the world with the end of the Tribian-Biggonian conflict, the end of Maximus Valdez regime, and the progressive pushes made by William Valdez in Tribia, the Union of TESDAI is alerting the world of a large music festival, event, and competition in the city of Stoorburg.

More details to be released soon.

TESDAI wrote:

An International News Event
CELEBRATE PEACE AND CULTURE!

To celebrate the peace in the world with the end of the Tribian-Biggonian conflict, the end of Maximus Valdez regime, and the progressive pushes made by William Valdez in Tribia, the Union of TESDAI is alerting the world of a large music festival, event, and competition in the city of Stoorburg.

More details to be released soon.

Thats fantastic! Air Rhodesia is about to publish its winter timetable - Im very sure citizens of SCR will be keen to enjoy the activities of your festival & will ensure several additional flights for the week up to & week after the festival are added:

CURRENTLY: 5 flights a week from Salisbury to Stoorburg. INCREASED: to 9 flights a week (daily plus a double/additional Friday & Saturday service).

CURRENTLY: 3 flights a week from Cape Coral to Stoorburg. INCREASED: to 6 flights a week (daily except Tuesday).

Tourism & Flight adverts will screen this evening on television.

May 13th, 2021
Neues Konstantinopel

Protesters were outside the House of Parliament, clad in black-bloc clothing and chanting anti-government slogans.

“Death to the Parliament!”

“Long live the Proletariat!”

“Down with the bourgeoisie!”

And various other slogans. They chanted and chanted, encroaching on the riot police before a few firecrackers went off at their feet. The police got spooked a little before multiple molotovs hit the lines, lighting them up in flames as a few gunshots rang out. It wasn’t certain who fired the shot, but it was for sure that a clash ensued leaving multiple rioters and police officers dead or injured. The situation continuing to escalate in Tussia.

What does negative value of "Foreign aid" mean? Does it mean that you recieve the aid without giving it back? Or does it mean that you pillage the struck countries?

Rasumplia wrote:

What does the negative value of "Foreign aid" mean? Does it mean that you receive the aid without giving it back? Or does it mean that you pillage the struck countries?

I think the negative value is that foreign aid is sometimes seen as an insult to the country you will give it to.

The bright sun shone onto the white paved street of Ivasburg, glinting off the elaborate lampposts which lined the sides. At one end of the Way of Emperors; the primary road in the Capital; the Church of Mourning was preparing for the funeral of it's Emperor. Carpenters were sizing up his body for the perfect coffin, and priests were preparing their sermons. Lord Chancellor Nigel was directing the whole operation from atop a lectern, with Princess Ricardina beside him.
"Sir, we have the dimensions for his coffin. Should we begin the carving?" the master craftsman asked. A nod from Nigel confirmed them to do it.
"Come on my Lady. We should go outside to view the preparations there."
"Of course." Ricardina responded.

Outside baskets of flowers were being hung from the lampposts, which the people would customarily throw onto the coffin during the procession. "Here is where your father will be carried along. From the Church of Regality to the Church of Mourning. You will need to be leading the group, and standing just in front of the coffin."
"Yes, yes. I know. I just wish I wouldn't have to be wearing that stuffy outfit."
"The mourning black colour is very important. It represents how upset you are about your father's death. You are sad about it, right?" Nigel joked
"Of course I am! I just think that the outfit is a little, well, restrictive."
"Too bad. It's what you're wearing and what you'll have to wear. Then of course there will be the week of mourning, where nobody may see you. Don't worry, you won't have to stay in the crypt all that time."
"I'm glad. Just make sure I get back to the palace without anybody noticing and we should be good." Ricardina sighed, relieved
"At the end of the mourning period, it will be time for your coronation. At the same time, of course, your father's statue will be unveiled. For now, I'd advise you take a rest. Have you given your measurements to the tailor?"
"Yes. You're not my mother you know! I can look after myself."
"I'm just trying to make sure. We cannot have anything going wrong on the big day. Now then, you should get back to the palace."
Ricardina walked back to the palace. It was not a long distance so she could safely cover it on foot without the need for an escort, though she knew that once the coronation had occurred that would no longer be possible. It would be so much responsibility, she thought to herself. Ruling a nation. Millions of people would look up to her for guidance and leadership. And although she had been tutored for this since birth, Ricardina still worried if she could live up to the expectations lumped on her shoulders. As she arrived at the palace steps and came inside, she wondered what her own legacy might be. Would Biggonians look back to her as an Empress who loved her people and made their country great? Or maybe she would be remembered as somebody who was a fool and led them down the drain. Only time would tell.

-Part 1: Welcome to Edo City”-

“Guten Tag. Bonjour. Ohayo. Or as we say, Welcome to Edo City, the Shining Capital of Kamakura. Our Most Serene Republic this side of the Meridian Sea. As the Great Green Jewel of the East, we welcome evey one from all walks of life, not just to their vacation, but to their new home here in the Isles of Oyashima.

Here we strived for excellence across all manners of your stay, from short business trips to long vacations, we provide service, hospitality, and care for all your needs.

Why not take a seat at one of our many casinos and enjoy the local cuisine and drink? Or perhaps a nice quiet walk through the historic lower city, seeing the native life for what it truly is? We have all manners of excitement to fill your day regardless of how you plan to spend it.

As our founder once famously said; "Step Outside Your Own Experience.” and here, in Edo City we ensure that you will never forget your stay.”

Smiled a woman on a shifting tv screen. The video flickered, with the video readying itself to replay. In the center of the long tiled hall, men and women walked through the busy station. The loud chatter of city life echoed through the tunnel, just as trams pulled into the station tubes, the loud creaking of metal filling the platforms. The lights flickered in some places, as beggars sat in their holes, coughing and breathing raspy. Women of the night stood on their corners, looking for easy prey.

Before the tram walkway, two men stood.

“And I said to her, I am not paying that fee.” Said a man in a sharply dressed suit, his hand resting on his pocket. “You know how these people think they have the right to speak to me? About gratuity? They should be grateful I even spent my vacation here, you know I could be in Hansa right now with Chester’s wife?” He chuckled to another man, who drank from a metal flask. “Oh I know, but my dad did buy us these shares and it would be rude not to use the free diamond suite they provide.” His friend said.

“You have a point, but if another..” Before he could speak a figure walked past them, shoving the first man as he stumbled. “Hey! Watch it!” The first man said, shoving the guys back. “Huh…?” He said confused, struck in awe as he looked at his hand, seeing a deep red substance on his palm. “Hey...are you..?” Before he could finish the figure turned around.

The hooded figure didn't acknowledge the bump. Slowly and coldly the man began to walk, as if nothing happened. “Hey!” Yelled the man, looking as the figure began to leave. “Hey...What is that..” His friend said looking at the floor, seeing a small trial of blood on the floor. “Sir! Are you alright! James, go get an employee, i dont give a damn who. Hey sir!” He yelled, following the man.

“Sir! Are you alright! I'm only here to help!” He yelled as the hall became more crowded, people pushing past the figure and him as they both walked down the hall. “Sir wait!” He yelled again, turning a corner and seeing just a dead end of the line. “H..huh?” He said confused as he walked forward, seeing the hoodie on the ground. “What the..!” He gasped as a red gloved hand grasped his mouth “M-M..m!!” He gasped before being dragged into one of the hall back ends just as three tram security officers rushed down the hall, one yelling “Ike! Ike!” he repeated on the radio, rushing to where the platform just as the sound of gasping and struggling stopped in the end.

//This post is announcing LEvision Song Contest. Anyone that wants to participate and is a shareholder on the map, please DM or telegram me with your entry or any questions you may have.//

LEvision Announcement
May 15, 2021
Noon local time

President Johnathan H. Allan is making an announcement from Stoorburg on National Television and being broadcast on all major radio stations. A transcript is being sent to all world leaders.

"Dear TESDAIns and friends, I happily announce that we are hosting an international activity, to promote peace, acceptance, and sharing our cultures. We proudly will be hosting it here in the very city I stand, Stoorburg, the center of culture in TESDAI.
With LEvision, we invite all nations to participate in our festivities, including our large Song Contest in which each nation will submit a singular song to be voted upon by their fellow nations. The highest scoring song will be declared the winner of the song competition.
Our first Song Contest's theme will be anti-war and peace.
We hope for all of you to participate and submit your songs. Have a wonderful rest of your day."

President Allan waves as he steps down from the podium. The news and radio stations return to their regularly scheduled programming, articles are immediately posted to the internet, and letters and emails are delivered to the world's leaders.

The Times of Tarsinia

Controversial monument to dictator Carboni to be removed

15 May 2021

Ardevenci, Tarsinia

Yesterday, the Mayor of Ardevenci, Julio Anseate, announced that an equestrian monument in the Ardevenci town square was to be removed.

The removal of Carbonist-era monuments have been a major controversy in Tarsinia. According to polls, most Tarsinians support the removal of Carbonist monuments. However, there is significant opposition from Neo-Carbonists and other ultra-conservative groups.

Pesca Carboni, a granddaughter of Luigi Carboni and the presidential candidate of the Carbonist Action, has expressed opposition to the removal of the monuments.

Tarsinia seceded from Artevenia in 1927 and was an unstable democracy until 1931, when General Luigi Carboni seized power. His regime was involved in numerous human rights abuses. After Carboni died in 1973, Tarsinia began its transition to democracy, and rejoined Artevenia in 1977.