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So I can technically still expand huh? :3 *does the happy dance*
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I AM POSTING AS THE BEGINNINGS OF A REBEL FACTION IN SVINNIR, IN THE LIBERTAS LIBER/SVINNIR RP, ALSO INCLUDING FABRIUM AS SUPPORTERS OF SIVVIR NATIONALIST REBELS. NOT AS PAIXÃO. ALL CHARACTERS ARE NATIVE TO SVINNIR AND HAVING NOTHING TO DO WITH PAIXÃO.
Libertas :3 Day late, but I'm happy with it. I hope it's up to standard :D
Fabriltaak: TG me on how we can tie the mentioned rebel faction to Fabrium. I will explore one other rebel faction/group in my next post. Also, we need a symbol for these guys. I'm hoping for a red bear claw on a white or black background :D
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"Backyard Insurgency"
Trondheim, Rural Northern Svinnir
Mateus stood silently in his basement as the group around him chatted and made hushed discussions about politics and families. Lit by a single electric lightbulb, the old kind, swinging from some wires in the ceiling, 18 men, some young, some old, most in their 30s and 40s were discussing the beginnings of violent rebellion. It was a strange place to hold such a meeting, held around a small, rickety wooden table. Mateus had played cards here many times with friends when it was deathly cold above ground. To see the space around it so full was odd, unsettling.
He walked over to a workshop table, set to the side of the room. Upon it lay several largish items, wrapped in oily fabric cloth. Unwrapping each carefully, he took note of what his conspirators had been able to salvage. Guns. Guns and ammo. He took stock of what he had present: three old military assault rifles, a law enforcement officer's sub machine gun, three pistols, and a long hunting rifle. Besides that, three innocuous looking egg shaped things and several rag-topped bottles. Grenades and molotov cocktails. Dirty weapons for a filthy job, but a necessary one.
Libertas Liber would strip these men of their jobs, make them slaves to a corporation and ruin their lives, their livelihoods and families. Mateus had no doubt in his mind that the Liberans were cruel invaders that would have his children speaking Common and spouting capitalist junk at him from a comfy managerial position in a bank if he did not stop them. Like most men present he had attended 8 months of compulsory military service, so he could fire a rifle, but he was by no means an experts in how to start a revolution.
Still, the first move had to be made, and he'd be damned if he allowed the Liberans to make it.
One Week Later, 4.3km South East of Trondheim
Midnight. A bright half moon hung in the air as a breeze rustled the evergreen trees that surrounded a stretch of the Svinnir National Railway. The night was cold, and the wind bit like a pack of hungry wolves at any flesh that Mateus and his cohort of five left exposed. They'd been walking for several hours now, and despite the bitter cold the exercise had kept them warm. Mateus himself hauled a heavy sack over his shoulder, and a military rifle hung from a sling - just in case.
As the group approached the tracks they split into several groups. One looked North along the tracks, with binoculars and a rifle ready. The second, looking South, held a hunting rifle. Mateus and another - a stocky, bearded man by the name of Felix, often shortened to Fel - began to unpack the heavy sack Mateus had been hauling. From it they extracted a small gas canister and the centrepiece; a cutting torch. Mateus wasted no time in taking the torch to the rails, a wielding faceplate protecting his eyes as the torch began to spark and spit, melting the rails below.
The men became nervous as the minutes passed, the torch made bright flashes, visible a long way down the tracks in either direction, if anyone were to look.
Mateus was a quarter of the way there. He'd need two solid cuts through each rail, four in all, so they could take out an entire section of the rails. The trains that came here were largely cargo trains, and increasingly it was Liberan trade. As he began his second cut, trying to ignore the increasing cold in his body, he convinced himself he would not feel guilt.
15 minutes later
"Hey, Mateus, how much longer?" queried Fel, in a loud whisper. His beard moved up and down comically as his teeth began to chatter.
"Not much. Just one more cut and we can lift the rail."
"Ok, make it quick Mateus, or my balls will be frozen harder than marbles! I'd rather this not cost me my wife, too!"
Fel stamped his feat impatiently. The other lookouts were getting nervous too, glancing to either side and wishing they could get moving.
There was silence for a few moments longer as Mateus began the final cut. The cutting torch was temptingly warm, but it was a false, dangerous warmth. Much like that of the Liberans he'd seen on TV, he thought. All false smiles and even falser promises.
The Southern lookouts called out. "Eigh! Mateus! Stop! Stop cutting! We have a light on the tracks! I think it's a train!"
Mateus looked up, raising the welding mask over his face, then instantly regretting having done so as the wind bit at his face "So late at night? Who would agree to work now?" he replied.
It was Fel's turn to reply "Does it matter why, Mateus? Let's just get out before we get spotted, or killed!", the stocky man gestured with mittened hands to the edge of the forest and Mateus, grimacing, followed, dragging the cutting equipment behind him.
The train - a cargo freighter - rumbled towards the group at a steady pace, the large diesel engines breaking the careful calm of the night. There was a collective sigh of relief as the final piece of the train's cargo passed the cut tracks. Thank god they hadn't removed the cut piece yet! Clambering back onto the tracks the group was wary to begin again, the lookouts cradling their weapons in numb fingers as Mateus set to work again on the final cut. The iron railtrack was particularly stubbourn, or perhaps the cutting torch wasn't working as well now and the final cut took significantly longer.
Having last cut made, Mateus and Fel had just finished stuffing the cutting equipment back into Mateus' sack when one of the lookouts called out again. "Fel" there was no answer "Fel!? Fel damn it look! There's a light coming, from north up the tracks."
Fel looked up, straining his eyes to see what the other man had called out "I... I don't see it, are you sure you're not just too cold?" he replied.
The other man shook his head, shivering "No! No. It's definitely there, a light, moving side to side, like a torch."
Fel scratched his bushy chin a moment as Mateus zipped up the sack, ready to move "But who would be out at such at time?"
"You elk-brained muck, does it matter?! We have to go! Now!"
Matues intervened, "Not yet. We have to move the cut pieces. Quickly!" he urged. His conspirators complied and they hefted one piece, then the next to the sides of the rails, out towards the forest. The figure in the North had slowly moved closer, the light now visible as a torch, scanning from one side to the other. Had the train spotted them, and sent someone to check the tracks? Mateus wondered. They had to go.
Mateus went back to fetch his bag, and had just picked it up as a voice he did not recognized called out. "Hey you! Stop! Stop right there!", the figure had seen them, and was now running towards them. He swore under his breath and began to run down the hill. With his back turned to the rails he ran into the surrounding forest just as the figure reached the cut piece of track. "Stop right there" it cried. Mateus, suddenly terrified he would fail at the very first hurdle ducked as he heard three loud cracks and a scream. He turned in time to see the track inspector fall face first into the frozen ground and the lightly smoking barrel of one of the lookouts.
Mateus turned on him, angry but too cold and full of a adrenalin to be truly furious "What did you that for!? Idiot! He's a Svin just like us!"
The lookout, a stunned look on his face, replied angrily "He would have alerted the police, you think if we fail at the first turn we can win?!"
"ENOUGH!" shouted Fel, putting himself between the two men. Although a bit slow these days, the 50 year old knew how and when to put a stop to an argument. "We need to get away from here. You can discuss politics and morality and so another day."
The two, anger still in their eyes, nodded in agreement as the group retreated through the forest, their footsteps heavy on the frozen ground and their breath coming in clouds.
Post self-deleted by Spiritualiza.
(Sector:1021)Zhuchek Isles, Special Administrative Zone of the Spiritualizan Federation:
Official statement from the Spiritualizan Federation:
Similarly to the financial centre of Dengrigrad, the Zhuchek Isles will serve as a Special Administrative Zone of the Spiritualizan Federation in sector 1021. It will also serves as Spiritualiza's resort islands, soon the Spiritualizan Federation hopes that the Zhuchek Isles are going to be well-known internationally for gambling, shopping, fine dining and nightlife and hopefully the leading financial, tourists and cultural center for the Spiritualizan Federation alongside Dengrigrad. The Zhuchek isles will also feature trade ports, mega casino–hotels, museums and various forms of entertainment.
Like Dengrigrad, the Zhuchek isles will retain its own capitalist economic and political systems, while the rest of mainland Spiritualiza uses the mixed economic system. The Spiritualizan Federation is going to be responsible for the territory's defense and foreign affairs, while the Zhuchek isles maintains its own legal system, police force, monetary system, customs policy, and immigration policy.
The Isles will have a garrison of the Spiritualizan Armed Forces which will be compromised of ground, naval, and air units.
As we speak, hundreds of thousands of workers, of various professions are working on the Spiritualizan Federation's most ambitious project. The Spiritualizan Federation with the assistance from its overseas territories will continue to provide a healthy labor force, construction materials, food, medicine, etc via air drops and shipments.
Currently in uninhabited areas of the isles, Spiritualizan airborne troops are securing strategic areas and neutralizing threats that may exist in the islands.
Furthermore the Spiritualizan government would like to officially announce the completion of Air force base, Bolshchuv in sector 0821. The purpose of the base is to increase the Spiritualizan Federation's power in the southern region of the Western hemisphere .
Spirit, you can only make one expansion per map update.
It is one expansion.
He made typo in sector number. Everything was clarified in Chatzy.
I shed a single tear of joy when I saw my glorious nation is the fifth most authoritarian in the region.
Ragusian Space Program Brief News
We happily announce that our dearest ally, Libertas liber, has joined and funded the International Space Program; a module for them has been added to the RSS, and they will now be able to use our Cosmodrome as they wish. Also, they will be allowed to send their own astronauts in orbit.
Long live Progress!
-Arthur Cato, head of the Ragusian Space Agency
I don't understand, does spurt nt have te limit or was the rule changed?
What?
And you better learn
You better
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Students -- noun
Definition: "the population of inmates that seek solace in either exploiting the faults of others, making the instructors angry, and finding likewise loner groups."
Khalite, Locuval, Felkesjud, and Nubergton
The Lockdown Continaution Part 3: Lockdown of the North
Finall after many months, The Empire has lockdown the northern sector of the lands. Troops have moved in quickly, and all is well. Proper fort making and power centers have been taken care of. The P.E.N.N. has also helped with the dropping off of supplies needed.
Are you on mobile or something?
Nations of Lerodas! Are u tired of being oppressed by your horrible repressive governments? Yes? Well if so, you should try Commi-Os'. (This message is sponsored by the Sojian Socialist Party Bureau of Advertisement.)
Workingmen of all countries, unite!
You have nothing to lose but your chains.
You have a world to win.
A SPECTRE is haunting Norvestur—the spectre of Communism. All the powers of old Norvestur have entered into a holy alliance to exorcise this spectre; Empeoros and Kings, Salokihirsts and Fascists , Felkeswyeric Radicals and Sternricher police-spies.
Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as communistic by its opponents in power? Where the Opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of Communism, against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries?
Two things result from this fact.
I. Communism is already acknowledged by all Norvesturian Powers to be itself a Power.
II. It is high time that Communists should openly, in the face of the whole world, publish their views, their aims, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Spectre of Communism with a Manifesto of the party itself.
Working men of all countries, unite!
I think I will make it illegal to try and spread any ideology aside from the Enclave within the Enclave.
*CENSORED*
FIGHT FOR FREEDOM OF SPEACH!
*Throws Molotov Cocktail through Spirits window* FReedum!
Wtf u talkin bout I love school
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