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The People's Republic of Uber Automatic Luxury Cosmic Socialism

Ashtie's influence in The Labyrinth fell from "Instigator" to "Contender".

impossible

The Peaceful Union of Ashtie

Uber Automatic Luxury Cosmic Socialism wrote: Ashtie's influence in The Labyrinth fell from "Instigator" to "Contender".

impossible

sadface

The United People's Republic of Revolussia

RP POST:

After the reincorporation of Junsuina, 36 German-Austrian administrators were arrested, with a further 19 found after they went into hiding, making it a total of 55 German-Austrian administrators arrested. 54 of them were sent to work for the RPWC, a government program providing paid labor jobs for the direct purpose of bettering the UPRR; however, the one remainder, Calvin Coolidge, was sent to a CLEAR camp. The promise was that once each worker had made their 5,000 Revolussian Credits, their pay would directly contribute to the Revolussian-promised 125K and they'd be returned home. (That means the PoWs saw no pay LOL!!!).

Today, the first group of PoWs would be returned to the GGAE. Out of the first qualifying group of 24 individuals, only 19 would board the ship alive.

In the GGAE, a small ocean liner, the LS Kyodai, pulls into the docking yard, although there appears to be a large crowd of journalists and people waiting for their family to leave the ship. The crowd waits in anticipation as gangways linked up with the large metal bulkhead hatches on the starboard side of the ship.

The doors would swing open, as the homesick German-Austrians poured out of the ship and rushed to see their families. They were flooded by the light of flash powder as they hugged and kissed their loved ones.

After 5 minutes, all but 5 families had been reunited with their sons. The 5 remaining families had a look of distress and sorrow.

Soon, shortly after, 5 coffins would be slowly marched out by Revolussian coffin-bearers. They were draped with the imperial German colors, and each coffin had an official letter of Sorrow written by Zenta Hagan. The families started to cry, even shout at the bearers, calling them cruel and evil monsters. The bearers, after handing the coffins to some German-Austrian officers present, saluted before retreating back into the ocean liner.

The letter written by Zenta Hagan detailed over how they contributed to not only Revolussia but Germany-Austria as a whole. It detailed his sorrow and regret that they died, and that an extra 2,500 they made would be given to the families as coverage for a proper funeral. Officially, all of them died due to an accidental cause of death.

This was just 1 part of the gradual return home. Now, nobody knew who was alive or who was dead. Only one thing was known: They were coming home, somehow.

The Constitutional Monarchy of Bonvolkia

The bloodied body of Jarvik hit the hard steel floor of the factory. He was formerly employed at Krimmler Artillery, a manager even. But of course he got his nose nose into something he shouldn't of.

We tried paying him off, threatened him then his family, even killed a few friends. But he would not budge, he remained determined to expose the companies… extra activities. He attempted to phone authorities in the GGAE, Russia, and even Revolussia. But now he's here with Karl, who was now on clock.

Karl walked out of the shadows cracking his knuckles. He was no small man; he stood 6'7, weighed 275 pounds, and his shoulders are 3 feet wide. And now he had a mean attitude, Jarvik got blood on his suit.

Karl sighed, "Come on Jarvik, every man has price."

He spat out a stream of blood, "F**k you."

Karl walked up to him and kicked him in the gut. Jarvik yelped in more pain and curled into the fetal position. Karl broke at least eight ribs and should have caused internal by now.

Karl crouched down next to him, "You know, we are considering drastic means if you don't pledge silence."

Jarvik remained silent.

Karl has seen this before. Men with their heads so far up their own asses thinking they will become some big shot hero. Well Krimmler Artillery is still active, the shells still flow, tensions are high, and nothing was going to change. And that goes to show what happens to traitors.

Karl shook his head. He looked over to the guard over at the door. He looked just how Karl wanted him: a tough industrial worker from Southern Germany.

Karl beaconed him to bring in the rest of the guests.

The guard left the room, and after some screams and wailing, he dragged in a woman and small toddler.

Jarvik shot up, "Leave them out of this! This is between you and me!"

Karl kicked him in the head. Jarvik let out a weak grunt.

"We warned you repeatedly. You didn't listen, so now we must fix this issue."

Karl walked over to the guard barely holding onto the woman. She was cursing them in German and begging for them to be let go. The small boy was too stunned, he had no idea what was about to happen.

Karl crouched down in front of the boy.

Though his German wasn't fluent, he told the child not to be afraid and that God loves all his children and that soon him may yet meet him. The woman's eyes filled with terror at the realization of his statement. She began struggling harder, biting and kicking the guard trying to reach her boy. The guard resolutely stood, he knew punishment was far worse than what he was currently experiencing.

Karl picked up the boy. He squirmed and wailed, Karl might have been holding him too tight. But then again, dear old dad was about to have the greatest wound in his life.

Jarvik and his wife pleaded, they tried to appeal to his humanity. But he had no humanity left, years in Eastern Bonvolkia would either break you or forge you into something stronger, fiercer.

Karl walked up a pair of maintenance stairs that lead to the powder grinder. Once on top the boy wails turned into shrieks and his face covered in snot and tears. Looking down at his mother, she was the same but with the addition of smeared makeup. The room was constantly filled with noise. Again, grinders are loud.

"Please, please! I will do whatever you want! Just let them go! Please I beg you!" Jarvik sounded strained using every ounce of strength he had left from his destroyed body.

Karl smirked. He raised his arms out. "I am sorry Mr. Himmler but I am going have to let you go."

He opened his hands.

The young boy of two years, dropped like a rock into the grinder. His shrieks heightened, the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh filled the room. The rancid smell of fresh blood and feces filled the room. Soon the shrieks stopped but the tears didn't.

The woman slumped to the floor, her face in shock. She didn't seem to be alive anymore. Jarvik sobbed and the Guard had a look of disgust on his face.

"You see Jarvik. You made this choice. You disobeyed and now your boy payed the price."

The smell worsened and chunks of meat began falling onto the assembly line.

"But welcome to my cruel world."

Karl nodded to the guard. In a flash, he reached down and the grabbed the woman by her chin, with minimal resistance, and snapped her neck.

The body slammed onto the ground.

Jarvik let out a feeble no.

Karl walked down the steps and headed to Jarvik. He drew his golden laden kukri out. The footfalls of his boots echoes throughout the hollowed cement walls.

When he reached Jarvik, he requested the guard to leave. He complied and gently closed the door behind him. Karl brought his attention back to Jarvik.

The broken man shuddered with each breath. His tears forming a puddle on the ground, his blood drenching the steel in a crimson hue.

Karl knelt down next to Jarvik.

"You see Mr. Himmler, we wanted to be reasonable. But so it seems you didn't want to be. So sadly we had to get repayments for the money we paid you and it seems. It went all to your family."

The powder grinder began winding down, the assembly line coming to an abrupt halt almost losing the flesh and bone heaped on it. The silence was accompanied by Jarvik's sobs.

Karl put his Kubrick on the base of Jarvik's back.

"But of course I let you walk free either."

That's when he began skinning Jarvis alive.

a few hours later

Karl stood in the hotel bathroom washing off the rest of his beard.

He left the abandoned factory about thirty minutes before.

Even with the all the lavender soup and Ajax, Karl could still smell the blood.

It didn't phase him anymore. It forged Karl into a man back in Eastern Bonvolkia, if you tried to betray the hand that feeds expect to starve. That is why he does this, to ensure nothing goes wrong for the company. It was like one big family, everyone had someone to care for and Karl was there to take care of them all.

After a few more broody minutes, he got dressed and laid down in the soft cotton bed. He grabbed his book from the night stand, The Witch of Nöketech the title bore. Karl was familiar with the story, after all it was set in his place of birth.

The story followed the witch who lived in her humble shack in the forest. She was shunned by the inhabitants, they constantly berated her and caused her harm. But no matter the damage, she kept building machines.

She was called a witch because her machines were too effective. They seemed to deny the very laws of nature. And hence that is why the city dwellers decided to end her life.

Now the story goes on pretty much how one would think. But the story mirrored his own father's life. A man of ambition and brains that could have changed. The thing that killed him wasn't fear but jealousy. And now Karl had made sure that many men were dead.

Karl's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. When he answered it, one of his guards nodded and informed Karl of the previously appointed meeting with his colleagues. Karl returned the gesture and put on his cap.

After entering his vehicle and riding to the meeting spot, Karl couldn't help but feel distaste. The mansion was downtrodden and its lake was a murky brown. The gardens were overgrown, the trees and bushes unkempt, and even the fence wasn't kept to par. But it was ideal for a few suspicious fellows.

The auto slowed to a halt, the wheels squeaking on the uneven terrain. After he got out, the driver closed the door and drove off to find a hiding spot.

He didn't like this.

The agreement was that all members meet without their guards and discuss future plans civilly. But Karl couldn't remember anytime they were civil. After all these people were gambling to garner power in the world for any price, and their only competition was each other.

Karl steeped upon the broken steeps to the blackened door. The mansion apparently had caught fire a few years ago, but yet it stood. Karl put his hand on the door. It felt coarse but sturdy, when he withdrew his hand soot covered it.

He knocked, awaiting the reply.

Almost in an instant it opened, revealing the figure of an elderly butler. He was hunched and frail looking, however his uniform was kept in pristine condition.

"Ah Mr. Krimmler." He nodded, "I am grateful that you came, I am Mr. Hemmimgsworth. The others have been awaiting your arrival."

He fully opened the door to allow Karl in. Karl thanked him and continued down the hall.

The mansion was damp and smelled musky. No light was present except the candles lighting the path toward the dining room. Karl was certain the mansion would have reignited if not for the humidity and frequent rains in the German-Austrian Empire.

As he walked down the hall, Hemmingsworth closely stalked behind him, not ever making a sound. Karl began to wonder if he was an ethereal like in the old children stories. Dead men forced to glide through the airs and never see the grace of God but fortunate enough not to see the Devil. And if he was really dead, why serve them now?

Karl shrugged, Hemmingsworth wasn't dead but still had an eerie presence.

Whenever reached the edge of the hall Hemmingsworth disappeared. As if on que the door at the end creaked open and revealed one of Karl's colleagues. It was not the so pleasant Mr. Gustav Ireny, the founder of Katyusha Arms.

Gustav grinned, "Ah Krimmler, we were beginning to think you wouldn't show. Ms. Clonistein was beginning to think you were finally getting to artillery range."

Karl scoffed, "Please. If I had wanted you all dead you would be."

He entered the room. All if his eight colleagues sat around the table. Each one of them were an industrial tycoon owning industries, farms, and even some Mom and Pop shops all over the globe.

But the reason they were gathered here was to discuss the disgusting leech of all things.

Politics.

Two of the members had influence in Revolussia's Naval industry, and they further expanded by secretly bribing and seizing control of local governments and industries not pertaining to shipping. Another two were involved in Con Vilveria, and the rest shared influence amongst the Greater German Austrian Empire and the former lands of Russia and its breakaways.

Whatever this meeting will hold, it will not be good for any politician.

[OOC] Illimunati confirmed!? But seriously, this starts the secret society event chain for any of those wanting to participate!
Current amount of Industry owned by the Society:
Revolussia 15%
Con Vilveria 19%
The Greater German Austrian Empire 25%
Primos kai 45%

In a pleasant surprise, in only 4 months the original naval plan agreed upon by Parliament has been completed. This is due to the competition between the ten previously mentioned naval dockyard companies. When they were all given the contract to see who would complete their portion first, ended up creating an excess of ships.

The companies had received 2 million decks each and in turn made, not only the refits and requested new modern ships; 12 more destroyers and 5 cruisers than requested.

This may not seem like much, but it significantly buffs the Bonvolkian navy. The fleet now counts from the original 120 vessels to 167. However the two dreadnoughts are still halfway completed and will require the remainder of the original contract.

It has been reported that over 15,000 Bonvolkian soldiers on the Eastern frontier have seemingly disappeared after receiving some form of reassignment order. It is not clear where they have went, but the current excuse is "a special military drill". Whether this is worry for local mothers is unclear.

A flash to the past

Olivia never really liked parties for the festivities, it was the people. Anywhere from the Maximiliusians, Kriegers, to even Hatheways, the people made life interesting. People are what truly drive a nation.

And here she was, dancing with the Kaiser on the ball floor.

She wasn't quite sure how this happened, she still wasn't sure if she should continue. But she remained. Something about the Kaiser lured her in, he was quite a submissive boy.

They had been talking alright after her banter with Viktoria. He seemed a little nervous around her at times, but that is to be suspected when one must confront the superior sex.

But he remained steadfast and masculine and she elegant and feminine. Dancing and prancing and swooning, in this fancy ballroom.

Due to further increase in tensions in the East, Parliament has approved a new bill that will modernize and upgrade over 300 coastal forts along Bonvolkia's coast. The forts were originally built in 1819 during the Warlords uprising to prevent the Warlord Kahnznik from using his superior navy to transport troops on loyalist soil.

However due to the enormity of the project, the Federal government will have to spend roughly 10 million drecks and utilizing several different construction companies each planning out different Completion dates.

THANK THE HEAVANS THAT TOOK FOREVER!

The Socialist Federal Republic of A Memer

OwO Wot this

RP:

Its been a year, families suffered, men died, industry destroyed, cities bombed, homes destroyed.

A successive series of fights led to push back of the Blue Army from the capitals suburbs and the most devastating of all that the loss of the access to the Baía Tigre and the enciclement and capturing of the forces fighting for the capital and turning them against their former ruler.

Monarchist has been seemingly on the rise in boht land and forces. Their main goal was to get control of Baía Tigre to get a hold of navy clearence and shore bombardment. The lack of man in the front was the problem, due to the GGAM focusing its forces to clear Strasserist armies in the South of the island.

A small amount of fighting took place where the UCSM retook its land lost from the Monarchist, but also there was no fighting at the same time because of the two leaders Khristina I and Michal.

Another Monarchist victory and huge territorial losses for Strasser. The main problem of the Strasserist Army that the Embilican aid that was sent, the soldiers were seemingly doing absolutely nothing, a few soldiers spotted that some of their men retreated and no one knows where they gone.

Another show of Strasserist losses and yet more of soldiers retreating to god knows where, Strasser lost more territory then they gained and yet moving towards capitulation.

The hills were silent and the little farming village was asleep, yet the noise was coming from the forest about 300 meters from the German defensive positions. Staff Sgt Adolf Manstein of the 5th Freikorps company watched the treeline from the hills, located between the town and treeline. The man walked down the trench line, not disturbing his sleeping comrades. The crack of a branch alerted Manstein and he fired a flare to light up the ground and saw an entire company of Strasser forces approaching the hills, Manstein aimed his rifle and fired, the shot made hit its target, after his shot the entire company was wide awake and troops moved to defensive positions. The Strasser forces were exposed and thought they could easily take control, now German machine guns fired upon them, and many ran others lay dead, but most of their forces were wounded, thus medics ran down and treated the wounded before bringing them back to the village to be sent to a POW camp. The skirmish may have been won by German forces, but a long battle waited.
The Battle of Three Hills
It was early morning when the shelling began, the German troops had not expected another attack, but they had readied dugouts to prepare for such an attack. The shelling continued for 4 hours and once the germans came out, they could see hundreds of men charging toward their position, and they had been caught off guard. The first casualty was a young boy, no older than 14, the bullet from a 40-year-old former Royal Gaurd Marksman. The 5k strong Strasser army was against the 500 veteran force of the 5th Freikorps company.
The Strasser troops charged across the open battlefield and the Germans opened fire with their gewehr 98k and MG 08 machine guns, yet the numbers must be counted as the Stasser forces pushed towards the base of the hills. The German MG 08 continued their fire yet the bullets ran out, so Staff Sgt Adolf Manstein order a bayonet charge to desperately push back the advancing troops, as they began to charge down the hill they were met by the faces of young recruits and the sight of the fearless German troops and the “Uraaa” Battlecry broke most the young recruit will and they retreated from the hill in disorganization.

This bayonet charge was the turning point in the battle as this caused the entire left flank to collapse as other German units charged and quickly 1000 of the 5000 Strasser forces were encircled and forced to surrender. The rest of the Strasser forces retreated and the battle was reported to the Friekorp and Pro-GGAE Memer high command. This Was Turning Point of the Southern Peninsula

made by The Greater German Austrian Empire

Yet more territorial loss for Strasser, and yet more retreating. Its been a disaster for Strasser and his ability to lead was quickly questioned.

Wins for the Communists. Without the need to defend and attack the Monarchists, the Red Army redeployed its troops to the other fronts to gain land and manpower.

https://imgur.com/a/WmiyL37

The Empire of Embilic

It was 2300, raining, inside a basement right outside of Strasser's capital building. The Embilician high command sat around a table with a dimly lit light and a map of the city.
3 knocks
an Embilician soldier enters, 17. He hands them the latest reports: yet again, Strasser has failed on the front.

They were waiting for the perfect time: when the war had not gone past the point of no return, but the populace understood the failure of Strasser. Already, he was unpopular, with a combination of promises and small reforms, the populace of A Memer should not complain too much. Strasser Will be ousted quickly with the garrison of Embilician troops around his country.

A Memer's civil war rages on, but none whatsoever can see prosperity and hope in Strasser's regime, we cannot see any ending that puts Strasser in control of his nation, not because of the prepositions of the A Memer civil war and this enclave's resources, but the incapable leadership of one man. Not only has Strasser failed to vanquish the liberal bloodhounds on his border, but he has let innocent men die in war and have set up even more death.

effective immediately, Strasser will submit to these demands: Strasser will be ousted. Embilic will take provisional government in this land to protect it from harassment in the civil war, and help the people of A Memer forge their path {partially of a lie}.

Embilician soldiers are told to treat the people with brotherly love, they are part of the blood pool. Not only that, but the Embilician government will make small investments and try to for greater bondage with the people of A Memer.

Also, generals in charge of the south have been told to the northern enclave, where the front will be held.

{the former Strasser regime will be treated as an autonomous puppet, citizens will be taught to support Embilic and will be indoctrinated into the same politics, many businesses will be Embilician, and foreign policy will be almost completely controlled by Embilic, also, Embilician generals fill many parts of the high command.}

TL;DR Embilician troops oust the Strasser regime in A Memer civil war.
this post has not been approved by A Memer, but the concept has been approved

The Socialist Federal Republic of A Memer

RP:

After meeting at the border between the Monarchists and the UCSM the talks began between Khristina and Michal. There was much discussion and disagreement about things but one thing was at constant risk, their independence because of the civil war. The talks went on for hours and agreement has been made. 2 for the price of winning, The United Tsardom of A Memer will cease to exist, Union of Communist States of A Memer will cease to exist, a new stronger nation will be birthed. The Socialist Federal Republic its Chairman, Chairwoman in this case, will be former Koroleva, Khristina and the Vice-Chairman Michal, former leader of the UCSM. The ideology will be Khristinism (based of the irl branch of communism called Kádárism https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goulash_Communism), which she developed secretly during her reign. (just for clearence the name is Socialist Federal Republic not the Socialist Federal Republic of A Memer)
https://imgur.com/a/LYpgN3l

The Republic of Awqnia

Does anyone else here have a National Anthem?

The Socialist Federal Republic of A Memer

Awqnia wrote:Does anyone else here have a National Anthem?

yes

The The of Kingdom of Mooshland

why do headaches exist its so rude

The Empire of Embilic

Kingdom of Mooshland wrote:why do headaches exist it's so rude

they're like the bad guy in season 1 but they never team up to kill the super bad guy in season 3

The United People's Republic of Revolussia

Awqnia wrote:Does anyone else here have a National Anthem?

Yep. So far I have a place holder anthem, but I am currently in the middle of composing one.

The Kaiserreich of The Greater German Austrian Empire

I know it is a meme, but I am quitting for good this time. I wish to thank majority of the members for being kind and helpful towards me. Goodbye and have a wonderful summer.

The Republic of Awqnia

If you want to see mine here it is:
Wrote By Oliver Monroe in 1956: (inspired by Fijian Hymns)

God Please spare are tiny nation,
Were the sun never sets,
No civil unrest on are holy lands,
We stand together hand by hand,
We band together for thee,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
God defend are homeland.
We band together hand, by hand.
May any conflict never reach are holy lands.
God defend are homeland!

May any human of race,
Come together and embrace,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
Were we band together hand by hand,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
May any human of race,
come together and embrace
peace as God graces the land,
Were we band together hand by hand,
God Defend are homeland!

May conflict never reach are shores,
Insure no uproars,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
May conflict never reach are shores,
Insure no uproars,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
God Defend are homeland!

From volcano Apimo,
To the shores below,
We bestow great peace,
To generations below.
and in great unity thee cry,
"God Protect are homeland!

:Chorus:
From volcano Apimo,
To the shores below,
We bestow great peace,
To generations below.
and in great unity thee cry,
"God Protect are homeland!

Post self-deleted by Rincurd.

The Republic of Rincurd

Awqnia wrote:If you want to see mine here it is:
Wrote By Oliver Monroe in 1956: (inspired by Fijian Hymns)

God Please spare are tiny nation,
Were the sun never sets,
No civil unrest on are holy lands,
We stand together hand by hand,
We band together for thee,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
God defend are homeland.
We band together hand, by hand.
May any conflict never reach are holy lands.
God defend are homeland!

May any human of race,
Come together and embrace,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
Were we band together hand by hand,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
May any human of race,
come together and embrace
peace as God graces the land,
Were we band together hand by hand,
God Defend are homeland!

May conflict never reach are shores,
Insure no uproars,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
God Defend are homeland!

:Chorus:
May conflict never reach are shores,
Insure no uproars,
Peace as long as God graces the land,
God Defend are homeland!

From volcano Apimo,
To the shores below,
We bestow great peace,
To generations below.
and in great unity thee cry,
"God Protect are homeland!

:Chorus:
From volcano Apimo,
To the shores below,
We bestow great peace,
To generations below.
and in great unity thee cry,
"God Protect are homeland!

Oh Rincurd, our mighty country!
We live by the sea,
for freedom and equality,
oh Rincurd for thee.
our military so very strong,
we show our might to those who do us wrong.
We always prevail,
to make sure our enemies fail.
oh Rincurd to thee.

Oh Rincurd, our homeland,
under our leader Heinz's command
we will always expand.
Oh Rincurd to thee!

The Empire of Primorski Krai

I have 5 national anthems :troll:

The The of Kingdom of Mooshland

Primorski Krai wrote:I have 5 national anthems :troll:

how does that work

The Constitutional Monarchy of Con Vilveria

Kingdom of Mooshland wrote:how does that work

5 different countries :troll:

The Third of His Name of King Minos

Morning all

The Socialist Federal Republic of A Memer

King Minos wrote:Morning all

its 16:47 you stoopid

The Third General's Kingdom of El Spana

RP POST INCOMING
(It's been a long time since I last did one of these)
El Manana (El Spanan Capital) 15th May, 17:30
General Liam Gallagher sat at his desk, looking at the time on the ornate clock sitting on the mantlepiece above the fire in his study. Although he had to review and sign a few legislations due to be implemented, he didn't feel like looking through a half dozen boring documents. Suddenly, his telegraph went off. This was a rare occurance, as only his highest officials had been given access to the other connection and were advised not to use it unless it was an emergency. He began translating the code from morse to words. It read, "EMERGENCY TELEGRAPH. MUST CALL URGENT MEETING."
Gallagher sat in thought for a moment before responding with, "MESSAGE ALL GENERALS. MEETING AT CONFERENCE ROOM A IN ONE HOUR."
Conference Room A, El Spanan Bureau of Affairs, El Manana, 18:30
All the generals, as well as General Liam Gallagher, had assembled in Conference Room A. A number of them looked rather tired, which was due to the fact that they had been awoken from their daily pre-night shift sleep to get to the conference.
"I have assembled you here," Liam gallagher spoke, in a thunderous, but rough voice, "Because we have just recieved news that the rebels of the north, who go by the name of 'Schlechte Leute' have attacked the port city of Eastwood."
A murmur of disbelief and disgust rang through the room.
"Furthermore, they have captured five Members of Parliament, and are holding them at a ransom of two million Labyrintis each."
One general spoke up.
"Do we have a plan to extract these individuals?"
"Yes," replied Gallagher, "We will send in our Special Forces to extract the parliament members and bring them to safety. Our mission will take place at exactly 0900 hours tomorrow."
To Be Continued...

The United People's Republic of Revolussia

El Spana wrote: oh no!!!! iranian hostage crisis!!!

Now uh, to what political structure do these rebels align to?

The Third General's Kingdom of El Spana

Revolussia wrote:Now uh, to what political structure do these rebels align to?

Far right? I don't really know. They just hate the government.

The Empire of Embilic

El Spana wrote:Far right? I don't really know. They just hate the government.

do you want people to interfere in your internal sphere or not (like funding rebels, etc,)? also very cool that you join to RP!

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