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National Coraland of Fishery wrote:

Another Day Another Slay
Its 1861 GET YOU RP IMAGNITIVE MINDS ROLLIN

Were starting another war and electing some old white racist man and NOTHING ELSE with this one 🗣

was going to post but I have a life

New AnorLondo wrote:

Make the RP Victorian they said
The RP will be more active they said
dead char

Gravy elections in 1 month! In 3 weeks, campaign's may begin. I'm excited.

Rogue River wrote:

Gravy elections in 1 month! In 3 weeks, campaign's may begin. I'm excited.

Thought it ended this month. Huh :3

dea chat

Hey

it's r a i n b o w s month

Situation in Rogue River? Bled Dry.

"Wilson! Wake up!"

Victor Wilson woke from his slumber, clearly shaken by the punch of his superior. He looked down at the horses dragging the wooden wagon he was mounted on—Wilson was the passenger. He glanced over at his boss, Frederick.

"Boss?" Wilson said in a very tired voice. He was just coming off a nap, after all, having practically dragged himself halfway across the entire country just to collect a tax. He opened his journal, which contained the list of people he was meant to collect from.

"We're here, the Morgan family. Family of five, last time the IRKC checked...this one's all you. See if they have the cash the Kaiser needs."

Wilson sighed, reflecting on how he had become a pawn for the government, just another worker ruining more lives in the pathetic statelet known as Rogue River. As he climbed down, he thought of his wife and only son, living in a nice home while others lived in shacks or crowded makeshift tents. The failed industry in Rogue River had led to an ongoing famine, and most folks couldn't even afford a roof over their heads. Wilson knocked on the door, pushing down his tired demeanor and internal reservations.

"Imperial Tax Collection! Open up!"

The woman who emerged appeared cautious. Her outfit reflected the state of the area.

"Can I help you?" she said, her voice weary but oddly angelic. Wilson cleared his throat.

"Today is the day; the Kaiser demands your earnings. Payment can be made here or—"

Mrs. Morgan's face contorted in anger, and she interrupted Wilson, her tone firm and undiplomatic.

"No! I will not surrender another cent to that beast!"

"Ma'am... I... look, just make it easier for both of us, please. Is there any valuable—"

"No. There... there..."

Suddenly she backed up, collapsing to her knees, and began to cry.

"There is just nothing left... not even this godforsaken dump..."

Wilson stared at her, feeling remorse and genuine sorrow. However, he had a job to do, for the good of the nation.

"I'm sorry to hear that... but I can't leave empty-handed..."

"There ain't... there ain't nothing left... My husband is fishing with my son down over there... maybe you could..."

It was then that Wilson made a decision. He decided to call off today.

"Due to your unfortunate situation and lack of worthwhile possessions, your tax is canceled and... good luck."

She did not respond to this; it meant nothing to her. Soon someone else would come back. Wilson walked away empty-handed, climbing back onto the wagon. His superior looked at him.

"You can't keep doing this, Wilson. It's the Kaiser or them."

"What choice was there? She had nothing. Everyone is already losing."

(I hope to improve on writing for better RP posts and storytelling! I want to focus on more local stories rather than what is going on in the government. I'm eager to get back into this.)

National Coraland of Fishery wrote:

Finally

Well my gf who took up most of my time left me so yeah. That’s why.

Ragnox wrote:

Well my gf who took up most of my time left me so yeah. That’s why.

Hope you will feel better man.

Snowrealia wrote:

Hope you will feel better man.

Bro just spawned after a month