"What Madness is This?" - An Alternate History

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"A CURE FOR THE BETTERS OF SOCIETY"
THE SCOTTISH INFLUENZA VACCINE PROGRAM AND OPERATION EXPATRIATE

1958 portrait of Charles Goodyear III, owner and CEO of Colonel Goodyear Vaccines​

Goodyear: "It is my personal view, Mr. President, that we use this Plague as a weapon to further our Manifest Destiny."

Oswald: "What do you mean, precisely, Mr. Goodyear?"

Goodyear: "I mean, Your Excellency, that we vaccinate those we deem to be the Fittest and, of course, anyone serving in our government. The Inferiors and anarchists would, obviously, be left to die. Much faster and much less difficult than our old plans for total sterilization of the Inferiors."

Oswald: "Will there be enough vaccine to go around?"

Goodyear: "Quite. Goodyear Enterprises, once Goldberg and his minions finish inventing a cure, can begin creating 100,000 doses a week in our Shicagwa laboratories. If we... push... the workers hard enough, we could get it up to 150,000. And that's just in that one facility."

Oswald: "Very well, Colonel. You have my approval of this plan. I'll get in touch with ORRA and the National Guard. Goldberg tells me his boys are about to make a major breakthrough. At least those captured Southron scientists have been making themselves useful, even if we do have to have to point a gun at their heads every now and again."

Goodyear: "Yes, sir. But some of them are just as mad as Goldberg. My experiences with men of science almost always make me believe them to be lunatics. Gifted lunatics with an enormous amount of knowledge, but lunatics nonetheless."

-Audio recording of a conversation between President Charles Oswald and Colonel Charles Goodyear III, dated November 15th, 1958

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In the weeks following the end of the Siege of Atlanta, the Office of Racial and Religious Affairs (ORRA) put into effect "Operation Expatriate," a long-planned secret mission to capture Southron scientists and press them into service to the United States. The operation had been largely underway following the Fall of Richmond, but many of the Virginian scientists had fled to the Deep South and escaped. The same happened with the Carolinian scientists. Finally, however, they started to be captured in droves in Georgia. On August 3rd, 1958, NUSA special forces captured the supposedly-secret Georgian underground scientific facility in Birmingham, the "South's Capital of Science." Some of the scientists had escaped just in time, but others found themselves suddenly on a one-way train to the laboratories of Midas Goldberg.

Perhaps the most interesting and insane of all the Southron scientists captured under Operation Expatriate was Dr. Thor von Koehler. Born to wealthy parents in Austria-Hungary in 1918, he eventually was moved to Virginia as a scientific exchange student of sorts in 1939. A brilliant but oddball figure in the Newport News Academy of Medicine and the Sciences, he built a reputation as one of the most able-minded doctors there, helping cure several common diseases and making several huge developments in the creation of what would later become the computer and the Ultra-Network. But things took a turn for the militaristic when he was requested by the House of Burgesses to invent weapons and bomb-sights in the late 1940s, in the face of growing tension with the Union. When the war broke out in 1955, von Koehler was busy at work in his secret laboratory under the Appalachian Hotel, deep in the mountains of north-western Virginia.

Eventually, following the Union invasion of Virginia, von Koehler found himself fleeing with his equipment and research to the Carolinas. When General Charlotte Baker came down and took over the Confederation, the doctor once again found himself on the road, this time to Birmingham. Following his capture by American Special Forces during the August 3rd Birmingham Raids, von Koehler was flown north to Shicagwa to meet with Doctor Midas Goldberg at Reeducation Camp 222. The two hit it off quite well, as far as prisoners and captors can be concerned. In the face of huge bribes and the promise of not being shot in the face by ORRA executioners, von Koehler agreed to work for the Union.

Dr. Thor von Koehler
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Quite possibly next to von Koehler in his importance among the scientists captured by America as part of Operation Expatriate was the Georgian genius Gilgamesh Dalton, who was captured by Union spies in southern Florida while trying to escape to Cuba in late August, 1958. Born to a newspaperman in Savannah in 1922, Dalton was solving complex math problems at age six. From 1940 to 1958, Dalton worked on rockets and Georgia's nuclear weapons program. While Dalton made huge headway in the development of a Georgian bomb, it was too little too late, and the nuclear facility fifty miles in the woods outside Savannah was captured by NUSA soldiers on July 28th, 1958. Dalton was a tougher nut for the Union to crack and more loyal to the South than von Koehler, but even that loyalty could not hold up in the face of Oswald personally threatening to murder Dalton's wife and three children if he should "persist in being stubbornly anti-American." On September 20th, 1958, Gilgamesh Dalton received his security clearance to work at Camp 222.

Gilgamesh Dalton
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In just a few months of work, Goldberg, von Koehler, Dalton, and the rest of the "NUSA Government Influenza Research Team" did thousands of tests and hours of research. In late November, Goldberg called President Oswald to announce his team was nearing a cure.

104 members of the NUSA Government Influenza Research Team; 77 of them were Columbia-born men captured or bribed into service during Operation Expatriate​

One of the many, many unfortunate things that happened during the research for a cure was the fact that all test vaccines were tried out first on Inferior camp inmates. Over 2,000 inmates died horrifically painful deaths from the tests, and all "failed test subjects" were subject to immediate cremation in the infamous corpse furnaces of Camp 222. At one point, a sample of the virus escaped into the general population in the camp exercise yard. Over 500 prisoners were brutally mowed down by guard tower machine guns and then their bodies were burned in the furnaces. Von Koehler said of it, "I feel sorry for them. But sacrifices must be made. All hail."

On December 12th, 1958, Goldberg phoned President Oswald to announce that he had developed a cure. It was over. The Scottish Influenza now had a safe and stable cure. Oswald called the international press together in Philadelphia on December 18th, 1958.

"Good evening, my fellow Americans. My comrade-patriots. Good evening, mankind. Merry Christmas. Today, I come before you to announce a scientific breakthrough of unprecedented size and scope. For month after month, the world and the people of America have been ravaged by a blight. But now, the New United States of America, the Promised Land of the New Jerusalem, has received yet another blessing from the Lord. We have a cure. The New United States of America will no longer be menaced by this plague. I'm sure other nations are working for a vaccine, as well, such as Prussia, the Tripartite Empire, or the Kingdom of Sweden. But they don't have one. No, the NUSA is the only country to have the ability to cure the Scottish Influenza. We are entering the Era of America, the Era of Freedom, the Era of Stability. That's why, as the humble President, Chief Executive Officer, and Commander-in-Chief of America, Defender of its Freedoms and Champion of its Liberties, I find it my humble honor to ask all those citizens of foreign countries who meet our immigration and religious qualifications to come and join us in the building of this New World Order. The Anglo-Saxon-Teutonic American race will be a pan-Protestant, pan-American empire of liberty, with healthy and happy citizens living under the fatherly observance of their God and government, keeping them free from foreign and Inferior subversion and brainwashing. I love the German people. As I said during the War, Ich bin ein Berliner. That's why I'm asking the Prusso-Germanic people to immigrate here, to the United States. The same for the English. The Scottish. The Swedes. The Norwegians. The Danes. Come and live free of monarchical tyranny and the wrath of God and his Plague. What I say to you, Citizens of the World, is live free or die! All hail!"

Thousands of people all across the United States rushed out into the streets, waved American flags, and chanted, "USA! USA! USA! USA!" again and again for hours. They danced with joy at the prospect of "God wiping out the foreign Inferiors by his own hand" while the Fittest-elect would have a cure. Oswald and Colonel Goodyear III announced that a new nation-wide vaccination program was to begin on Christmas Day, at every "friendly neighborhood ORRA office."

Colonel Charles Goodyear III doffs his hat to the press as he jubilantly leaves the Presidential Mansion following a meeting with Chuck Oswald​

It wasn't long before Reverend-Colonel Billy Graham was proclaiming that:

"The Rapture is upon us! Come, loyal servants of the Lord, into our brotherhood of patriots! We are bringing in the sheaves, and preparing for the establishment of God's Kingdom on Earth. Abandon the sodoms and gomorrahs you currently inhabit. Burn them. Rise up against your imperialistic, papist masters and join the People of these United States in the glory that will come. Be ever-watchful for Satan's attempts to trick you into following the foreign hordes to Hellfire! Conquest has galloped over your countries. He has been joined by his fellow riders, War and Famine. Now Death, too, is upon you! He trots over Berlin, Paris, Delhi, Stockholm, and Cairo! Escape Death! Become an American and survive Armageddon!"

A MAD AFTERNOON WITH BILLY GRAHAM
"Reverend Billy will save your soul... if it's the last thing you ever do."

"Are you a sinner and a servant of the Enemy? I think that you're a dirty sinner and a servant of the Enemy. That's what I think. And my patience is waxing thin with you, you left-wing anarchistic Beutelist."
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Location: Philadelphia, PA, NUSA
Time: October 30th, 1958

Reverend-Colonel Billy Graham made his way to the pulpit of the AFC Church of Philadelphia. Thousands of people sat, some wearing facemasks or even gasmasks in the hopes of not catching the Scottish Influenza. As the local ORRA color guard positioned the national flags on the stage, the choir sang "What a Friend we have in Jesus."

Billy gave a straight-arm salute to the crowd, and then bowed slightly. Then, he raised his AFC Bible above his head and shouted "To Christ the Glory! There is only one true God, and I am his servant!" He positioned himself behind the pulpit and positioned the various odds and ends that were laying on it. Then, after a short sip of water from a nearby glass, Billy spoke again. "All hail!"

"All hail! All hail! All hail!" screamed the congregation.

"What a friend we have in Jesus, indeed, huh?" Billy said in his typical calm-and-cool voice in which he always began his speeches. "We, the People of America, and America itself, have a friend in Jesus. Isn't it grand? And isn't grand how he has delivered our enemies unto us? Isn't it grand that we have won victory over the Southron usurpers at long last? But how did we win victory over them? How? Was it because we had the most boom-boom sticks? Is it because we nuked a couple sodoms into ash? No, it was God. God Almighty gave us those rifles and atomic bombs. He, through us acting as His righteous instrument of judgement, atomized and disintegrated the Inferiors of Louisville and Rio de Janeiro by the millions. And that's what I want to talk to you about tonight, the power of believing in ourselves and our nation, and of the holy wrath dispensed upon those who have not accepted the true faith or the New Jerusalem.

"Now, when, as a child, you were met with a bully, what did you do? Did you turn the other cheek to his abuse? Did you let him kick you around? Of course not. What you did was you reported him to the local ORRA office, and they saw to him, by golly, didn't they! If you had acted out and knifed that bully right in the throat, like he might have deserved, how would you have felt? Guilty? I should hope not. Murder is killing without cause or out of greed or spite. Without justification. If you had killed him, that would have been God having acted through you to dispatch that miserable little cretin into the Void, never to bully you or anyone else again. That is what brings us to our first point of tonight's sermon: righteous judgment. We could basically wrap this section up in one phrase, a phrase I often respond with when asked about the morality of wiping out entire cities: They had it comin' to 'em. Louisville, Rio de Janeiro, Myrtle Beach, Atlanta, and all of the other foreign cities leveled by this war were being judged. We gave 'em a chance. God gave 'em a chance. At any moment, they could have recognized America's superiority and supremacy over them, and stopped with their damned bullying. But they kept it up, and kept it up, and persisted in being arrogant little sinners! Now it was time! We destroyed them. Manifest Destiny, as we all know, is the divine will of God for the United States to encompass everything in this Hemisphere. By resisting the expansion of our sacred borders and freedoms, they spat in God's face. They spat in my face. They spat in your face. They spat in our faces collectively. They spat on a bunch of faces. Those disrespectful little heathen tried to doubt our God-given rights, and we smashed them one for liberty! And as we also all know, our Manifest Destiny is guaranteed. The Bible says so. The New Jerusalem cannot be stopped or delayed, and any attempt to do is disrespectful to both God and Fatherland. The miserable little Satanists that do so will and should be exterminated with extreme prejudice. This is righteous judgment. God himself annihilated the nations to the south that currently lie in ruins. We are merely a tool for this judgment. There are no moral questions about this, despite what some self-righteous, pompous fools would have you believe. Those people we killed... they weren't... people. They were Inferior scum. They were servants of Satan. They weren't... American. They hated our freedoms and our position as God's Chosen People. They now burn in Hellfire, with the likes of Napoleon Bonaparte, Mad Czar Victor, and Meinrad Beutel. Good riddance to bad rubbish.

"That's what brings me to our next point: What if other countries should get the Bomb? The answer is: Don't worry! Love the Bomb! No matter how many craters or rubble dot our soil, our patriotic spirit will never die, and our armies march on to conquest in the end, no matter what. God does not make being a Christian American easy. We endure persecution and tribulation, but we always come up golden in the end! Nothing gets accomplished without hard work, perseverance, and sacrifice, and you can ask Patriot-Saint Custer that when you see him in the afterlife. We shouldn't doubt God's plan. We should embrace the fact that our enemies have atomic bombs if they should ever so happen to attain them. Nothing they do can or will stop America's Holy Mission. Their actions are simply the last death-rattles of Satan as he is about to be thrown into the Lake of Fire. God is in control, and God will look over us."

Graham's sermon (or, more accurately, feel-good propaganda stump speech occasionally referencing the Bible) was suddenly interrupted by a man walking toward the pulpit.

"Yes, my good man? What have you to say, citizen?" asked Graham, all smiles.

The man, about thirty, of a dark complexion and wearing a tweed suit and nervously clutching a fedora in his hands, looked Graham straight in the eye and said, in a German accent, "How can you believe in this? What madness is this that has consumed you all and turned you into genocidal freaks?! I came to this country ten years ago, seeking freedom and opportunity. I was met at the docks by armed thugs. I was met at the hotel by armed thugs. I was immediately forced to sit down with a pastor of your so-called Church and was forced to undergo tests to see how vulnerable I was to the 'Devil's wiles," like whether I would or would not be willing to report a neighbor for speaking against the government in private to me. Whether I do or do not find Irish women attractive and/or worthy of carrying on my genetic lineage with. After that, I was given a punch card for an ORRA computer, and I was assigned a job in a factory. Then I was drafted. I lost most of my left foot in combat against Virginia in '56. It took me two months for your so-called 'government healthcare' to get me my painkillers. What kind of freedom and opportunity is this? Since I got off the boat from Baden, I have been mugged, assaulted, forced into conversion, worked half-to-death, and been shot at by some guy I've never met in a war both of us got literally nothing out of. You're all insane. You're all evil lunatics hellbent on destruction and murdering your fellow human beings. You make me sick. Reverend Billy, if you were any kind of man, you'd stand up right now and stop peddling this... this... bull-shit. That's what this is. Look at yourselves, all of you! You should be ashamed. You're all in a death cult. You're all too stupid to realize it, or if you do realize it and get on a guilt trip, you come crying to Reverend Billy to make the pain and self-loathing and doubting go away. He gives you a nice, fatherly pep-talk telling you you're all just the best people ever, and that you're all good little servants of the state. You're all a bunch of statist fascists. You use this bunk of a religion as an excuse to do whatever you jolly-well please. I have to hand it to the founders of the AFC. They found a way to make sure every generation of Americans was more hateful than the last. I am not an American. I am a free man. Free men are opposed in this nation by a monolithic and ruthless conspiracy that relies on subversion, instead of elections. On intimidation, instead of free choice. It is a system that, for almost 160 years, has conscripted vast human and material resources into the building of a tightly knit, highly efficient machine that combines military, diplomatic, intelligence, economic, scientific and political operations. Its preparations are concealed, not published. It's mistakes are buried, not headlined. Its dissenters are silenced, not praised. No expenditure is questioned, no rumor is printed, no secret is revealed. You're all blind sheep, being led to the slaughter. When you wake up one day, if you're still alive, you'll see you helped found the most tyrannical, bloody, repressive, godless regime in the history of mankind. One that has stripped you of all your freedom. One that watches every move you make. One that tells you what to do, what to say, what to think, how to act, what to name your children, where you can go, who you can marry, and what version of God you can believe in. Or maybe by that point the American leaders will have outed themselves as a bunch of immoral atheists and despots, who just won't care anymore what you think about them because, brother, they'll have you so surrounded by security cameras, rifles, and police that you won't be able to blink, much less organize a revolt, without Philadelphia knowing about it. It'll be a New World Order, all right. A miserable, satanic regime that will encompass the entire globe in its iron fist of terror. I hope I've given you all something to think about before it's too late. I know I might die for the things I've just said, but I'm glad to die saying them, and I regret I can only say them once. One more thing, I'm a Catholic. Put that in your cocaine lozenges and chew it, Billy."

The stadium, which was still reeling and completely silent from the shock of anyone, anyone, interrupting the Reverend-Colonel to spout out a bunch of "subversive nonconformity," watched in horror as ORRA troops grabbed the German man and began ruthlessly beating him to a bloody pulp. Billy Graham pointed his finger at the man and, with an evil grin, said, "Are you a sinner and a servant of the Enemy? I think that you're a dirty sinner and a servant of the Enemy. That's what I think. I also think you're a piece of horse shit. And my patience is waxing thin with you, you left-wing anarchistic Beutelist." The goons continued their beat-down, and then dragged the half-dead protestor away to a reeducation camp. The protestor would go on to serve time at Camp 222. He would eventually become a test subject for the Vaccine Program. He died a horrible death and his body was burned in a corpse furnace.

The congregation still sat still. Many of them were pale-faced. Some were crying. Graham did not look happy at all. "You better not listen to that Catholic thug. I can tell what's happening to some of you. Your faith is not strong enough to survive that pathetic pelting of left-wing talking points being hurled at you. We need to spend some extra time at this revival focusing on faith, for what good is it doing preaching about how our faith in Christ will lead us to glorious victory when you have no faith to begin with. That man claimed to believe in Jesus. Don't listen to him. He's trying to lead you astray with his magic friendship peace-Jesus garbage! That Jesus doesn't exist! Let's all open our Bibles to Exodus, Chapter 34, verses 11-14. 'Observe what I command you this day. Behold, I am driving out from before you the Amorite and the Canaanite and the Hittite and the Perizzite and the Hivite and the Jebusite. Take heed to yourself, lest you make a covenant with the inhabitants of the land where you are going, lest it be a snare in your midst. But you shall destroy their altars, break their sacred pillars, and cut down their wooden images (For you shall worship no other god, for the Lord, whose name is Jealous, is a jealous God.)"

Billy saw some of the congregation remembering their places. Several of them clapped. Soon, several hundred were standing up and clapping. Then, they began murmuring about how "nothing can stop Reverend Billy from preachin' on." Then, thousands stood, chanting as one, "USA! USA! USA! BILLY! BILLY! USA! USA! USA! REVEREND BILLY! USA!"

Things were so much simpler when you conformed and got in a mob and did what one person said. The sheeple could handle that. Anything else was simply un-American, and thus could not possibly be true or logical, or for that matter even something to think about. Jesus and the government loved them very, very, very much, and that was all they cared about.

 

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THE SARDINIAN ACCORDS: PART ONE
"Peace, at last! Peace at last! Thank God Almighty, we have peace at last."
-Grand Marshal Adolf von Branau

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When the world leaders met in the neutral Kingdom of Sardinia following the declaration of a general cease-fire among the European powers, the world looked for moderation and sanity to win out over petty royal disputes or nationalistic arrogance. At first, Napoleon VI wanted to play hardball, but von Branau and Princess Napoleona convinced him otherwise, with Napoleona telling her father, "We have lost this war. The Bund is lost. Our South American territories are doomed. Our Ethiopian colonies are saluting the Kaiser. Let us cut our loses and carry on."

Reluctantly, Napoleon accepted the advice. When his personal plane touched down in Cagliari, he was greeted personally by Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm, who immediately offered his hand in friendship. "It is good to see you, my brother," he said, "It is time for us to end this horrible war once and for all. I wish only a fair peace. If you are willing to work with the Allies, we shall work with the League."

DUTCH AFFAIRS:​

As the rest of Europe's hierarchy descended on Cagliari, the negotiations began. Strangely, Napoleon and Helmut Wilhelm hit it off very well, and both claimed to think the other a very honorable nobleman. Other leaders were less enthused about the whole deal, such as the Dutch representatives. The Bonapartes were determined to make sure Holland never ever built another empire. The Dutch government had tried to backstab the Empire during the war. The Dutch holdings in Asia and Indonesia were a bloody mess of civil war and independence movements too far out of control to stop. The Dutch Philippines had already proclaimed the Philippine Kingdom, under King Ignaas I, a half-Dutch, half-Tagalog army officer who had fought rival warlords since 1956 for the position. Dutch Indonesia had gone completely insane, with Muslims, Christians, and other religious groups slaughtering each other by the thousands. Napoleon was out to destroy Dutch independence and completely annex Holland into the Empire.

At the accords, King Ignaas I was contacted by phone and negotiated with. In the end, he was allowed to keep his independence in exchange for trade deals with Europe and a promise to never ally with Russia. The majority of the world's nations then recognized the Kingdom of the Philippines. The nation was a Protestant bastion like their old colonial master, but allowed other faiths, with the exception of Islam, which Ignaas was determined to root out and destroy.

Flag of the Kingdom of the Philippines

King Ignaas I of the Philippines
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It was also Islam which posed a problem in Indonesia. The Republic of Indonesia was declared on January 18th, 1958, but a brutal civil war was ensuing. Dutch soldiers trapped in Asia were determined to hold on to their holdings and support Protestant warlords, while Muslim factions pushed for a radical Islamic state. In the end, both the Grand Alliance and the League of Nations agreed to fund the Protestant minority, but also declared an "international intervention." Western troops would be deployed to Indonesia on an indefinite basis to keep the Muslims under control. Even worse were King Ignaas's massacres of Muslims in the Philippines, which almost caused the entirety of Southeast Asia to turn into a mass of religious war. The Republic of Indonesia was governed by Chancellor Theodoor Fabien Lucas and his Patriot Party. The Senate was stacked by his aforementioned Patriot Party, and the Indonesian military was secretly filled with white supremacists and American sympathizers. Following the Accords, ORRA smuggled weapons and equipment into Indonesia to help "exterminate the Muslim swine." By 1960, Indonesia was playing all sides, but was really an American satellite. It would be the location of an infamous international incident before long.

NUSA-knock-off flag of the Republic of Indonesia

Declaration of the Indonesian Republic

JAPAN:
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Japan, a backwater nation which had long been under a combination of Russian, Dutch, Imperial, and American influence, had collapsed into civil war in 1956 following the assassination of the Emperor in November of that year. The international anti-imperialist, anti-monarchist terrorist organization known as the Syndicate claimed responsibility for the killing. The nation, which was on the brink of mass starvation and complete collapse following centuries of being cut off from the rest of the world, broke into three factions: those supporting the Imperial Family, those supporting the Russians, and those supporting the Syndicate. Thousands of international volunteers came to fight for the Syndicate Revolution, and more and more of the Imperial Family found themselves hanged or shot as the anarchistic-Beutelist uprising succeeded. On January 20th, 1958, just days after the proclamation of the Indonesian Republic (early 1958 was later known as the "Asian Spring"), Japan's Syndicate leadership convened in Tokyo to declare the Beutelist Worker's Republic of Japan (BWRJ). In an unbelievable leap from feudalism to modernism, Japan was drastically overhauled. Women became equals, factories were shot up and Shintoism was replaced by deism and the Enlightenment. Traditional clothing was burned and European styles adopted. There was no real leader, but the 30 members of the Council of the People were to be seen issuing new laws and presiding over military and labor parades.

Russia disliked everything about these latest turn of events, and so did all the leaders gathered in Sardinia. Russia financed several coup attempts in Japan, which all ended in failure. America, from its Korean holdings, considered an invasion, but found no feasible way to make it work. In the end, the Sardinia Accords recognized Japan's government, but that didn't mean they wouldn't secretly try to topple it at every chance they could. The Syndicate was thrilled, finally having a new base of operations since the Nuking of Brazil. From the safety of Japan, they were free to plot the "Liberation of Earth."

CHINA:
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Chiang Kai-Shek was the absolute, undisputed dictator of China by 1958. He was also completely psychotic. He, through sheer force of will and leading his own cult of personality, had made China into a fairly modernized place, still largely based on Dutch culture. By the time of the Accords, he had led some successful wars against nearby colonial powers, taking the newly-independent, former Dutch states in Indochina and making them Chinese puppet states and taking northern China from the Imperials. Kai-Shek personally attended the Sardinian Accords and eventually ended up making Europe accept his borders on the premise of a trade agreement and the promise of sending peacekeepers to help in Indonesia. China wasn't thrilled with the latest events in Japan and hugely hated American Korea. Following Chinese stabilization, Oswald started planting nuclear warheads in Korea to make sure he could level Kai-Shek in seconds if he ever got any funny ideas. The Chinese American beaches along the Yellow Sea became an impregnable zone of barb wire, machine guns, and 40 foot-thick walls with massive artillery pieces on them.

The Chinese people, very much a cousin of the Dutch thanks to heavy and prolonged cultural imperialism, spoke Dutch by the millions, and the military was equipped with Dutch-style uniforms and weapons. Catholicism and Protestantism were widespread, but everyone was united in their worship of Kai-Shek. Despite numerous Syndicate attempts to kill him, the mad ruler kept presiding over his third-world hellhole of tyranny, and it didn't look like that would change anytime soon.

THE SARDINIAN ACCORDS: PART TWO
AFRICA AND THE MIDDLE EAST

Egyptian armored transports roll across the Arabian desert​

In early 1958, an outbreak of rebellions, anarchy and terror attacks in Rashidi Arabia caused the Egyptian Sultan-Emperor and newly proclaimed Caliph of Islam, Isma'il III, to finally go to war in the oil-rich peninsula. News hit Cagliari on February 19th that the Egyptian Army had crossed the Arabian border on a "mission from God" to unite the Arab people under one flag and one monarch. This triggered panics in Europe, as this would mean a massive Egyptian economic boost and possibly elevate it to the position of world power and oil titan. Making matters worse was that the Transcontinental Trade Treaty members approved and assisted Egypt in their attack. Elite Russian Special Forces helped to seek out and eliminate local warlords and the former Arabian government officials. Huge portions of the Arabian people supported the invaders, and by mid-Summer Riyadh had capitulated and Isma'il III triumphantly rode a stallion through the gates of the city. By late August, the Holy Cities of Mecca and Medina had fallen, defended to the last by the last remnants of the Arabian Army. Isma'il proclaimed total victory and flew to Sardinia to discuss matters with other world leaders.

Egyptian tanks advance as a Russian bomber soars overhead during the invasion of the Rashidi Arabia

Rare color photograph showing Egyptian infantrymen during the Egypto-Arabian War of 1958
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Isma'il was a "smug little brat" at the Accords, or so the European leaders claimed in their memoirs. After arranging new oil deals and gaining international recognition for his conquests, the monarch flew back to Cairo. On July 29th, 1958, Isma'il proclaimed the United Arab Empire from the balcony of the Imperial Palace. It was broadcasted all over the Middle East, Asia, and Europe. Massive celebrations erupted all over the empire, and the new Imperial Flag was raised over all major cities. Fireworks and gunfire were to be heard over the shouts of "Allahu Akbar!" Cars honked their horns and revved their engines as passengers stood atop them and held up portraits of Isma'il III.

Flag of the United Arab Empire
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Meanwhile, in the rest of Africa, the war-torn colonies of the major powers were about to be divided up at Sardinia. The Portuguese Confederation took a hard hit, losing their precious colony of Middle-Africa, with its valuable Luanda-Muenda Railroad. Middle-Africa had seen heavy fighting during the war between the Prussians and the Portuguese and their Dutch allies. In the end, General Hans Schneider took Middle-Africa on August 23rd, 1957, and routed the Portuguese forces from the continent. All of the Portuguese territories in Sub-Saharan Africa were seized by Prussia.

Middle-Africa was not the only African conquest by Prussia. They also took all of the Tripartite Empire's Ethiopian holdings all the way up to the Egyptian border. Bonapartist Equatorial Africa remained under Imperial rule, but only because they survived years of attacks from the Prussian Congo.

Upon Denmark-Norway's defeat and annexation by Sweden during the war, law and order in the Danish Gold Coast vanished. Prussia immediately moved in to fill the void. And, in what is considered one of the few American losses of the world war, American forces in Liberia failed to take Italian West Africa, despite at least twelve invasion attempts.

Meanwhile, Prussia had to grant something to Napoleon to get him to go along with his protectorate, the Portuguese Confederation, losing so much territory. Thus, Prussia offered to drop all claims to Madagascar and to hand over administration of it and all nearby small islands to the Tripartite Empire. Napoleon accepted, and also annexed the Portuguese Confederation and the Free City of Lisbon into the new entity of Iberia, which replaced Spain as a member-state of the Tripartite Empire.

The Empire of the Two Italies retained control of their East and West African holdings, and also kept Greek Cyrenaica. This, combined with their capture of Greece, made the Italians one of the most successful participants in the war, and elevated their status from great power to superpower.

SOUTH AFRICA:
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South Africa, unlike many of the other Dutch holdings, did not become a lawless warzone upon Holland's empire collapsing. Instead, the white supremacist government sought out America as a possible ally. The Republican Union of South Africa was declared in Johannesburg on October 12th, 1957, with Prussian and American approval. The Volkspartij (People's Party) rose to power through support from the South African army (Volksleger). Paul Hubertus van Aller, a smooth-talking, handsome police chief, won elections to become the first President of South Africa. When he ascended to power, he signed a secret agreement with Chuckie Oswald allowing for the establishment of NUSA bases on South African soil. He also was guaranteed NUSA support in any future wars. The Volksleger was equipped with American weapons and equipment.

South African dictator Paul Hubertus van Aller
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America tried to quiet stories of van Aller's anti-black racism from their new black Columbian subjects. But everyone in the NUSA government agreed by this point that Negros needed to be exterminated, so they continued in their support of South Africa and even presented the Volksleger with genocide "starter kits," such as chemical weapons, full-metal jacket rounds, and instructions on how to build reeducation camps. In 1959, van Aller went on a tour of America's camps, and was reportedly very impressed with what he saw. He and his family were the elite guests of Oswald at the Presidential Mansion in Philadelphia during part of the trip. Another move van Aller made to copy America was his establishment of the Fascistische Jeugd ("Fascist Youth"), a direct knock-off of the Custer Youth Brigade.

South Africa joined Indonesia as a white supremacist fascist American satellite. This triggered even more alarms for all of Europe, and moved the Empire and Prussia closer to being allies of necessity in the face of growing American influence worldwide.

THE SARDINIAN ACCORDS: PART THREE
THE RISE OF THE UNITED NATIONS AND THE SECOND COLD WAR

On October 1st, 1958, the Sardinian Accords were officially signed by the various warring nations of the League of Nations and the Grand Alliance finally made peace official. Millions had died, but peace finally returned to the European nations. Despite the Scottish Flu, parties broke out across the world. On the bombed-out ruins of the Prusso-Bonapartist borders, the citizens of both nations met and hugged each other. After the animosities they had held since the 18th century, the European monarchies realized they weren't so very different after all.

Instead, they now feared and loathed America and Russia. Napoleon VI and Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm recognized this and began talks in December of 1958 for the merging of the Grand Alliance with the League of Nations. At first temporarily titled the "Greater European Defense Pact," the first details were drawn up in early 1959. By the springtime, it was ready. On June 1st, 1959, the Tripartite Empire and the Empire of Prussia signed the Treaty of Baden, creating the United Nations. It was largely based on the old World Congresses, and it virtually guaranteed peace between the two powers. Their allies and puppets soon fell in line, with Sweden signing on June 3rd. The Empire of the Two Italies signed on the 6th. The United Kingdom of Albania and Montenegro, which was neutral during the World War but was now terrified of Russia, signed on the 7th. The Kingdom of the Philippines and Peru signed on the 9th.

The stage was set. The world at the dawn of 1960 was broken into three zones of influence:

THE UNITED NATIONS
Tripartite Empire
Empire of Prussia
Empire of the Two Italies
Kingdom of Sweden
United Kingdom of Albania and Montenegro
Kingdom of the Philippines
Republic of Peru
Kingdom of Baden
Swiss Confederation
Principality of Lucca and Piombino
Kingdom of Mysore

THE TRANSCONTINENTAL TRADE TREATY
Republic of Russia
United Arab Empire
Kingdom of Syria
Arab Republic of Iraq
Free State of Kurdistan

THE AMERICAN BLOC
New United States of America
Republican Union of South Africa
Republic of Indonesia

UNALIGNED
Republic of China
Republic of Vietnam
Republic of Cambodia
Kingdom of Burma
Kingdom of Thailand
Islamic Republic of Turkey
Assyrian Republic
Republic of Wales
Beutelist Workers' Republic of Japan
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These three alliances knew that eventually a war would probably come. As such, historians have pointed to 1960 as the beginning of the Second Cold War. It was a three-way conflict, with the United Nations seeking to maintain the old monarchic order, with the TTT seeking to develop an oil monopoly and (in the case of Russia) to spread moderate socialism and liberalism, and with the American Bloc seeking to spread fascism and white supremacy across the globe. But really, there was a fourth group. The Syndicate. The international anarchist terrorist group spread fear wherever it could, and it sought to topple every current regime in the world, which it saw as corrupt and evil. The highly-secretive Syndicate High Command released a manifesto in late 1959 which proclaimed, "It is the right of every man and woman to be free. Without freedom, life is dead. Without freedom, there can be no happiness. Only servitude. Only a proletarian world order, a one-world government founded on the principles of the Enlightenment and which follows no established religion, can grant every man and woman freedom. And it is that goal which forces us to take up arms and fight."

America hugely resented the United Nations. Technically, the NUSA and the Tripartite Empire were still at war in late 1958, with fighting still ongoing in Argentina, though the Bonapartists knew it was a lost cause and repeatedly begged for a treaty. When the last of the Empire's South American holdings were in American hands in May of 1959, a cease-fire was declared by Oswald, who then claimed ultimate victory in Philadelphia. Oswald then helped to nurture the fledgling cold war when he constructed bases in South Africa that same year. By 1960, he and his generals were drawing up plans for how a war against both the United Nations and Russia could be managed. America had every resource it could possibly ever need within its own borders. It would not be a war for resources or territory when the next one came. It would be pure ideology. An Armageddon of radicalism. Reports in the NUSA Army High claimed that the next war would make the first one pale in comparison, but that it would ultimately end in total American victory. General Eustace Joplin claimed to Oswald that a third war would be necessary: "It is entirely conceivable that, following the next war, America could occupy the entirety of the hemisphere, vast swathes of Africa, burn Rome, take chunks of Asia and possibly the entirety of China, turn Japan into a radioactive hellhole, and quite likely take a bite out of Europe, maybe Norway. The third war would be a mop-up operation between America and the remaining holdouts. This war would see the total destruction of the Slavic Rusky Menace and the final triumph of the United States as the master of the New World Order, an order of peace, justice, freedom, and security. It is my estimate this New World Order could be established by perhaps as early as the year 2000."

President Oswald meets with NUSA High Command, 1960​

As insane as it was, this talk was very common in the American government. American morale was soaring. It definitely seemed at the time that "The Fittest" was indeed marching toward a one-world government that saluted the Star Spangled Banner and bowed to Charles Oswald.

And thus, a new era of world history began...

Map of the World on October 1st, 1958

THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING
DAWN OF THE AMERICAN POST-WAR WORLD OF TOMORROW

"Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows.
I walked into such a sad time at the station."
-White Room With Black Curtains, by American electro-barbershop band Sky Marshal Johnny Goode and the Airships​

The world at the dawn of the 1960s was a strange place. In just a few short years, the northern United States had rebuilt. Old Columbia was still very much volatile and was under close military governance, but in the north, happy days were there again. New music, dubbed "electro-barbershop," was sweeping the nation. It drew somewhat from the electric beats of pre-War Southron music (without ever admitting it) and helped bring about a new American music style for the first time in decades. The first really popular band was "Sky Marshal Johnny Goode and the Airships." The lyrics of the songs ranged from silly and nonsensical to serious, sometimes recalling the horrors of the World War. Oswald decided to let music censorship slide starting around this period, saying to his officers that "this country deserves some fun. Let the people eat, drink, and be merry, for we need them to die in tomorrow's war." Some of the songs verged on anti-war, which was incredibly shocking and reflected the tiredness of the American people. Other songs were incredibly jingoistic, such "My POTUS Leads Me" by The Throwing Stones.​

The Throwing Stones

Opening Lyrics of "My POTUS Leads Me":

When I was a little boy (when I was just a boy)
And the Devil would call my name (when I was just a boy)
I'd say "Now who do, (who-ooh)
Who do you think you're fooling?" (when I was just a boy)
I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a patriotic boy)
I'm a singer in a Sunday choir (oooh)

Oh my POTUS leads me, he leads me
He salutes the flag and leads me (ahh a-a-ah)
(oh)He leads me like a rock
He leads me like the rock of ages
And leads me
He lead me, lead me, lead me, lead me
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Other electro-barbershop songs, such as many by the band "The Canadian Volunteers," who really were Canadian volunteers in the war and had fought at Atlanta, were dark and spoke about the horrors of war. With hits such as "Paint it Red" and "House of the American Sun," they found themselves on an ORRA watchlist, but were never actually arrested.

Meanwhile, fashion was changing. Colors and cheerfulness, two things which had been out of style since 1955, returned in a big way. Women in America could basically wear whatever they wanted, too, in one of the few progressive areas of America's culture. Hemlines had risen during the war because of mass rationing, and they somehow raised even higher post-war. Some women wore pants (which was completely accepted and had been since the early 20th century thanks to female soldiers). Necklines remained the same, and were fairly modest. Women no longer wore hats.​

Manifest Destiny Airlines workers circa 1961, in the style of the day
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Men, meanwhile, had also developed a new style. Much of it was army drab or tan colored, harkening back to their military service. Flannel shirts were fashionable. Combat boots became popular worn with the pants down over them. Fedoras still made the rounds, but were slowly dying out. Top hats remained in style with the rich. "Newsboys" and kepis were what the Average Joe was sporting around 1960. It was a very odd style, and didn't seem to fit with the women's style. One fashion expert of the day said, "Men's fashion of today is like so many truck-drivers and diesel mechanics. Diesel-punks. That's what they are. Diesel-punks." The name stuck, and "Dieselpunk" was born, at first a derogatory slur used by the elderly against young men, and later widely accepted by the "punks" themselves.

Technology was advancing at a startling pace. American scientists, many still working under Operation Expatriate, claimed they wanted to send men into space. They were also working on a "fabulous new thing called the Ultra-Network," which they claimed would be a mind-blowing, world-changing invention when it was perfected. Operation Olympus was put into action in late 1960, with the goal of developing manned rockets and possibly, just possibly, sending comrade-patriots to plant the NUSA flag on the face of the Moon itself...​

Map of the World in 1960​

 

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THE BERLIN AFFAIR

The body of Prussian general Adolph Schmidt, who was killed during the 1961 attempt on Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm's life​

1961 was an absolute disaster for international relations, and was the real, undeniable starting point of the Second Cold War. It was during this year that the New United States made it clear that they considered the murder of foreign leaders to be a useful tool for global politics. For on January 17th, 1961, members of the all-female Prussian Blackshirt Legion, a fascist organization that was partially financed by Oswald's brother Robert and the Office of Racial and Religious Affairs, attempted to kill Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm I during a parade through Berlin.

The conspiracy was enormous. The Prussian Blackshirt Legion, led by the militaristic Prusso-American Ada Albert, had agents blanketing the Prussian Empire for a year, gathering intelligence for the ORRA to use in the Second Cold War. Chuckie Oswald wanted revenge for the "indignities and backstabbing" of Helmut Wilhelm during the World War, and he claimed that assassinating the Prussian monarch was the only way his honor would be satisfied. For several months in late 1960, funds were funneled into Prussia to finance a coup against the monarchy. The Blackshirt Legion was to take control, but would be supported by the Prussian Union of Fascist Workers and the Prussian Veterans Society (a hardline fascist organization of disgruntled soldiers from the Great War). The Kaiser and his family were to be killed in one fell swoop and then the Imperial Diet was to be arrested and exiled to Sweden. Ada Albert would take emergency powers and unite Prussian women behind her. At least the plans said these things would happen. In the end, it would turn out to be a costly, bloody, NUSA failure of epic proportions.

At precisely 8:15 am on January 17th, 1961, Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm's motorcade began a parade through Berlin, with a stop at a theatre and bakery on the schedule. At 9:22 am, the Kaiser arrived at the Bakery for a meal and photo-op, where he enjoyed a cup of coffee and several pastries with his family. Then, at 10:03 am, the Kaiser arrived at the theatre, and all hell broke loose. Several women in the crowd of spectators whipped out sub-machine guns and began to spray bullets at the black four-door convertible. General Adolph Schmidt, a one-legged war hero and lifelong friend of the Kaiser, was immediately killed by a bullet to the brain, blowing the back of his head out. Security troopers and police opened fire on the assassins as the Kaiser and his family were yanked from their car to the safety of an office building across the street. Several more Blackshirt Legion assassins joined the rapidly escalating firefight, this time from atop the theatre. The theatre security that had been there for just this reason had been knifed minutes before, giving the fascist snipers a vantage point.

Prussian security officers move into position near the theatre​

Several helicopters flew over the theatre and opened fire with side-mounted belt-fed machine guns, killing ten Blackshirt Legion snipers, but two were safe from the helicopters by staying behind the third story windows. A fascist threw a grenade at the armored cars that were in front of the Imperial Limousine. Fireballs rose to the sky as the trucks flipped over from the explosion. Dozens of security troopers were now on the scene, and helicopter gunships filled the skies. About ten minutes had passed, and downtown Berlin looked like a war zone. One by one, though, the assassins were cut down or captured, and the Kaiser and his family were safe.

Meanwhile, at the Reichstag, another disaster was unfolding. 300 heavily-armed revolutionaries, mostly members of the Veterans Society, barged into the Imperial Diet and took everyone hostage. The news of the failed assassination attempt on the Kaiser had already arrived, and the revolutionaries were in panic mode. Landships were surrounding the building, and the Imperial Army was bracing itself to fight its own veterans.

The debacle was broadcasted all over the world, live. President Oswald watched the spectacle unfold on his picture box in his bunker. He took a chair and brutally began smashing it until he collapsed and blacked out in a fit of alcohol-induced rage. And halfway across the world, another rage-filled ruler, Helmut Wilhelm, was authorizing the military to go into a full state of readiness. For the next 48 hours, the world was on the verge of total destruction.

However, many hours later, during the night of January 19th-20th, 1961, the revolutionaries in the Imperial Diet were starved out. In the end, around 250 surrendered themselves voluntarily. The remaining 50, led by Ada Albert, were determined to hold out till the last man. Imperial troopers in full body armor entered the Diet with riot shotguns and methodically wiped out the rebels. One member of the Diet, Hans Hess, was killed, while two others were injured. Ada Albert was riddled with bullets in the basement and was dragged out on camera for all the world to see. The immediate crisis was over, but the diplomatic fallout was just starting.

Immediately, the United Nations put every sanction in the book they could on America, who everyone knew was responsible for the coup attempt. Robert Oswald's connections to the PBL were uncovered and he was declared an international war criminal. All members of the PBL and the Veterans Society were rounded up and imprisoned. Some members of the Veterans Society were pardoned by the Kaiser and exiled to the African colonies. The PBL, however, met no such kind fate. Instead, they were sent to hard labor camps in Finland for life sentences. Members of the PBL inner circle, about 20 of Ada Albert's officers, were executed by firing squad, once again broadcasted live to the world. Following that, the Kaiser and Caesar announced to the world in a joint press conference at the United Nations Building in Sardinia that they were both now nuclear capable superpowers. The announcement was supposed to be made that summer, but they sped it up to make sure Oswald wouldn't try start an all-out war to once again attempt to salvage his dignity. One day later, Prussia announced the successful detonation of a nuclear bomb in German South-West Africa. A week later, the Tripartite Empire did the same in the Sahara Dessert.

This triggered a massive series of protests in the New United States. Over two million citizens gathered in front of the Presidential Palace in Philadelphia, chanting "Death to Prussia! Death to Old Boney! Death to Europe!" A very small number of people protesting another possible war, mostly those who had lost everything in the last one, were dubbed as "terrorists and anarchist beatniks" by the government. Many were brutalized by the National Guard and sent to reeducation camps. Others were arrested and never heard from again.

Anti-war protesters scuffle with National Guardsmen and bankers on Wall Street

A "beatnik" in Philadelphia is placed under arrest for "disturbing the peace and promoting civil unrest"

Two National Guardsmen stand in front of a burned-down Army Recruiting Office. Three people were convicted of treason and executed by electrocution

THE PATRIOTIC-COMRADE ACT

"Welcome to the future, America. A future where our precious freedom is guaranteed, and where no evil beatnik scum can ever tell you that this is not the best nation that ever was. Chuck Oswald and ol' Ricky Nix have your best interests at heart, and we are about to prove it in a series of sweeping new laws to protect us from those who hate our freedom."
-MDP Chief Minister Richard Nixon's address to the nation, March 19th, 1961​

"... and that's what I want to talk to you about tonight. There are those among us that think our stance as the moral guardian of civilization and chief servant of Christ among nations is questionable. These... beatniks... these scumbags and crooks, they don't think like you or I. Instead, their heads are filled by perverse ideas and satanic and luciferian thoughts. They desire 'peace.' Well, I think we all know what that means. That means that we shouldn't fulfill our manifest destiny. It's sick. These philosophical faggots, and that's what they are and should be burned as such, they protest. While our boys are fighting and dying, or are prepared to fight and die, they scream in front of our government offices about how we should 'bring the boys home and make peace and smoke hash all day and have all the sex.' Well, we won't because that's sick and of the Devil!

"America will stand up and respond to every threat leveled at it. The Bible said people are supposed to turn the other cheek. The Good Book said nothin' about nations. We won't turn the other cheek to backstabbing indignities, threats, and pokes in our collective eyes. And these scumbags here at home... they want us to turn tail and let everyone walk all over our democracy like a bearskin rug made out of Uncle Sam's flesh and the tears and limbs of wounded veterans. These beatniks want to turn our nation into a gross liberal flesh carpet for all the world to shit on. I swear, these people see Patriots' Rest... They see the thousands of rows of our fallen soldiers going back generations.... They want us to stop. If we stop now, we're spitting on the graves of those heroes. It's immoral to even consider it. And so help me, we're not going to have America turned into some shit-stained flesh carpet.

"That's why, effective noon tomorrow, President Oswald will institute a plethora of new laws. Effective noon tomorrow, the right to protest military actions will be null and void. The right to slander or demean the President, for any reason, will be null and void. The right for any more than ten people to muster without a permit on public property will be null and void. The right to express hatred or practice hate speech to our veterans, soldiers, and police will be null and void. The right to bear unregistered firearms without a permit will be null and void. The right to express sympathy of any kind with declared enemies of the state will be considered a capital offense of the highest order. We shall weed out these traitors, my fellow countrymen. We aren't taking away freedoms with these new laws. We're protecting our freedoms. We aren't doing this as lawmakers. We're acting as patriots. This is the Patriotic-Comrade Act. All true patriots who have nothing to hide have nothing to fear. Your government is always watching, always listening, always alert. We know all and see all. Like a father. Just like with your parents at home, there have to be rules. Like when you were a kid and your pop told you couldn't hang out with those urchins at the malt shop. It's the same principle; only replace the urchins at the malt shop with liberal terrorist demagogues and political whoremongers. I'm sure that everyone will be more than happy to help out your fatherland by reporting those who break the Patriotic-Comrade Act. All reports will be kept strictly anonymous by the Office of Racial and Religious Affairs. And with that, it is time to say goodbye America, and good night. God bless you all, and God bless America. All hail!"

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When President Oswald signed the Patriotic-Comrade Act the next day, any fragment of society not controlled by the government finally buckled and came under its spell. The police state was of absolutely incredible size. Everyone lived in abject terror of being reported on. Neighbors, friends, family and coworkers watched each other warily, wondering if the other person was about to report them to the ORRA. The ORRA trucks came in the middle of the night. Brown-coated troopers sometimes arrested whole extended families just on hearsay. The reeducation camps became so packed that Midas Goldstein just simply started to execute those considered too weak for forced labor, and then incinerated the bodies. Some actually did come out of the reeducation camps, however. Those not deemed racially or religiously unfit or society were released often. These people, dubbed "Blanks" for their near emotionless faces, were so completely brainwashed that many didn't recognize their own families. They didn't even remember the dozens of hours of torture inflicted upon themselves. All they knew was "One Nation! One People! One Flag! Under the President!" They couldn't even grasp or comprehend the very idea of questioning the government. Many were drafted into ORRA's infamous Zealot Brigades, suicidal berserkers who were probably the most unquestionably loyal, yet unintelligent, soldiers in the entirety of the armed forces.

Giant screens and speakers were built in the major cities on the sides of large buildings so the President could do his new weekly address to the nation. Those who didn't gather to watch the address were viewed with immense suspicion. Soldiers were everywhere. At any major city, soldiers were estimated to have the ability to quell any type of uprising or riot in thirty minutes. They proved this in several Hispanic ghettos in California in June. Over 500 Hispanics were brutally slaughtered and beaten and over 6000 exiled to reeducation camps in northern Canada. In South America, a rapidly escalating riot in Cayenne was swiftly ended by landships and helicopters. It was known as the Cayenne Ghetto Uprising, and it ended with over 1500 civilian casualties. It was over in 25 minutes...

President Oswald signs the Patriotic-Comrade Act into law

M.A.D.ness

The NUSA's Custer-5 Missiles are unveiled at the Pittsburgh Rally Grounds, December, 1961​

Following the unveiling of Europe's nuclear bombs, military theorists and armchair generals the world over adopted a new idea called "M.A.D," or Mutually Assured Destruction. The idea was that no one could now go to war with each other thanks to multiple nations having the capability to wipe each other off the map. This opened up a new style of warfare, with the nuclear superpowers pitting non-nuclear, smaller countries against each other. Russia announced its nuclear capabilities in December, 1961 and this is largely considered the beginning of the M.A.D. arms race. Later that same month, Oswald unveiled the Custer-5 Missile, capable of being fired across the Atlantic Ocean and hitting Europe.

Nuclear technology at this point was held by America, the Tripartite Empire, Prussia, and Russia, with the Egyptian Empire and China expressing interest in acquiring nuclear strike capabilities. Even among allies, espionage was common, with an infamous case of an Egyptian spy stealing thousands of pages of nuclear information from Moscow.

The first major crisis in the arms race was in Peru. Following an increased presence of American missiles in South Africa, Prussia and the Empire worked together to place nuclear missiles in Peru. When news of this hit the Peruvian Missile Crisis began. For three months, the superpowers faced each other down. Rallies filled their capitals, with screaming mobs chanting slogans about the "coming nuclear Armageddon." During a rare appearance before the international community in Sardinia, Oswald slammed his shoe on the table and screamed at the UN leadership, "We will bury you!" Eventually, both sides realized nothing could be done, and they grudgingly accepted the status quo.

Oswald's health was not at all good during this period, be it physical or mental. Oswald was plagued by drug-abuse and alcoholism (in part thanks to debilitating pain and an unknown illness). Little did anyone know that the reason Nixon delivered the Comrade-Patriot Act news was because Oswald was in his private hospital at the point of near-death. Oswald eventually recovered from that incident, but he was far from healthy. His mind fried, at any point, there was a chance he would crack and end the world with the push of a button. This actually worked in his favor, as his enemies had no doubt he would take as many people and nations out as he could if he would ever go down.

In the spring of 1962, the Empire of the Two Italies announced its successful detonation of its first nuclear device. The 57 year-old Emperor Massimiliano IV was determined to win respect and fear for his nation, and he made it clear that he, not his cousin Napoleon, was the master and commander of the Two Italies' nuclear arsenal. He installed nuclear missiles in his North African colonies, much to the objection of the United Arab Empire. This eventually led to a major rivalry between the Arabs and Italians, and a major military build-up occurred at the border. On September 3rd, 1962, Italian warships boarded and searched a Russian vessel heading to Cairo. This caused a major international furor and made the Russians and Italians bitter foes. On September 20th, 1962, the Emperor halted all oil exports to TTT-participant nations, and began trying to chase Arabic and Berber peoples from parts of his North African holdings.

Female North African-born Italian soldiers march in a parade celebrating the installation of atomic weapons in Cyrenaica
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Meanwhile, Sweden was on the path to nuclear weapons. But with an economy still recovering from the last war, it was lagging behind the rest of Europe. Finally, on October 1st, 1963, the aging King Gustaf VI Adolf announced the successful test of the Nord-10, the Kingdom's first atomic bomb. Egypt finally announced its nuclear capabilities on November 20th, 1963, even though it has secretly been armed since early that year.

Virtually every major state in the world, with the exception of China, possessed a nuclear arsenal by this point, and every single one of them was absolutely prepared to use them if the worst-case scenario should become reality. The world had gone M.A.D....

"WE COME IN PEACE"
THE AMERICAN MISSION IN GREAT BRITAIN: PART ONE
1962 - 1963

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In late 1962, President Oswald's military advisers and Nixon and King suggested it would be a wise move to conduct "a few small missions" in the formerly-fascist British Isles. Since the apocalyptic World War on the Isles in the 1950s, only Wales was anything close to a stable nation. Even after most of Europe finally started vaccinations against the Scottish Flu, it still ravaged the Isles. Local warlords had set up in most of the large cities, and fascist Churchillian holdouts still controlled London, Glasgow and Edinburgh. Smaller towns and hamlets were practically reverted back to the Middle Ages, with tinpot dictator-mayors setting themselves up purely by force and violence. Ireland was barely even inhabitable, and so cooked by chemical, biological, and nuclear weapons that over half the island was practically abandoned. The battlefields of the 1950s still remained in many areas, with the weapons, barbed wire, wreckage, and trenches still set up right where they were when they were abandoned almost eight years before.

The United Nations sent expeditionary forces and a few brave clean-up crews to Ireland to try and fix things up a bit, but they mostly failed in those efforts. Seeing the time was ripe to make Europe sweat even more, the New United States announced its new "peacekeeping mission to the British Isles" on Christmas Eve, 1962. One month later, American troops were touching down in northern Scotland. What followed would be a prolonged, violent, and swiftly-escalating conflict that would get far more out of hand than Oswald and his advisers could ever have imagined.

The ruins of old Fort Scotia were turned into Camp Baker. Dundee, or the husk of it, became the strangely-named Camp Delta Bravo. These "camps" were essentially cities set up by the American military. Tens of thousands of refugees poured in, getting vaccinated and fed proper food and getting a free place to stay. But things were not all peaceful by any means. Catholics and those deemed Inferiors were often shot on site or in mass executions. ORRA reeducation camps, functioning under separate leadership from Goldstein's North American institutions, were under the command of war hero Augustus Octavius Romney, a descendant of Charles Goodyear's nemesis at the World Congress, Miles Romney of Massachusetts. Romney was absolutely brutal and ruthless, and was frequently in cahoots with his close friend Nixon. Eventually Romney took control of a large amount of the operations in Britain by the entire American military, not just the ORRA.

Augustus O. Romney in a meeting with Richard Nixon at Camp Baker, circa early 1963
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By the spring of 1963, lower Scotland was a war zone, divided between the Americans and their sympathizers to the north and local warlords and terrorists to the south. Following bloody battles at Hawick and Dumfries, the American forces' total casualties amounted to more than 20,000. The bloodbath unfolding in Scotland shocked the world, as the mighty Manifest Destiny war machine failed to be able to control some untrained militias armed with outdated equipment. To make matters worse, the Syndicate had established footholds in Scotland, and it called upon the anarchists and Beutelists of the world to strike "deadly blows" upon the Americans war effort. Terrorists blew up several Treasury buildings in New York and Pennsylvania in July of 1963, claiming they were doing it as revenge for the invasion of Scotland. Camp Baker was subject to a major suicide bombing on August 3rd, when a lone anarchist detonated a bomb at an Army fuel depot, killing over 300 American soldiers and 50 workers.

The American public was horrified and outraged, and Oswald stepped up his game. Huge bombing runs leveled entire villages as part of "Phase 2" of the "peacekeeping" mission. Romney gassed over 3000 suspected anarchists to death in Glasgow in late August. In November, American helicopters flew over a Syndicate-funded refugee camp in the hills near Carlisle and destroyed the entire compound with missiles and heavy machine guns, massacring over 200 medical staff and 7000 refugees. "Patriot's Fire," a sticky substance that burned like the fires of Hell, was also used during the massacre.

The Syndicate Refugee Camp is bombed with Patriot's Fire

A member of the 19th ORRA Mechanized Unit ("Hellfire Brigade") uses a Patriot's Fire gun in Scotland, circa late 1963 (it could be fired from a gun in small amounts or dropped in a bomb by aircraft for mass destruction)
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By late 1963, American control over Scotland was solidifying, but guerrillas and anarchists were still a major threat. Thousands of American boys were fighting and dying in the moors and glens in what could only be called a total invasion and campaign of terror. By that point, "peacekeeping" was the last thing on President Oswald's mind. Instead, he wanted total occupation and rebuilding of Scotland and England... as part of the United States.

THE AMERICAN ANNEXATION OF BRITAIN
THE AMERICAN MISSION IN GREAT BRITAIN: PART TWO
1964 - 1965

British beatniks are faced down by American soldiers​

It was the dawn of 1964, and the American war effort in the British Isles was starting to get back on track. Syndicate-funded extremists had largely been flushed out of Scotland, and Scotland became a solidly American territory. Meanwhile, in England, fascist militias under the command of war criminal Burton Barnes were solidifying their control of London. Barnes was given millions of dollars by the American government to fund his Churchillian revival. American missionaries brought the AFC to London, and Billy Graham called Britain America's chief target for conversion. The old Anglican Church, having fallen into hard times even before the World War, was near extinct, and the hunger for religion made the AFC's work very easy. The newly-established Scottish and English branches of the Custer Youth Brigade gave children "hope" of a "brighter future free from the Inferior Papist conspiracies that brought it so low in the 1950s."

From left to right: NUSA Ambassador to London John Charles Stevens, NUSA General Kaybert Fields, and English warlord Burton Barnes, during a military parade in London in mid-1964
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In the spring of 1964, the American Army, in a massive offensive, seized Manchester and the surrounding region. In Coventry, the forces of the Americans and English fascists finally met and shook hands. London now had supply lines to Scotland and America, and Burton Barnes was guaranteed new equipment and weapons would be coming shortly.

On August 13th, 1964, Augustus Romney announced the formation of the new American Territory of Britain, merging the conquered English and Scottish regions into one. Burton Barnes was understandably infuriated about this undermining of his authority. On August 20th, 1964, Romney had Barnes arrested and brought to stand trial for being an "untrue fascist." Barnes was sentenced to 90 years of hard labor in the Arctic Circle of Canada. A major purge followed, cleaning out the old fascist English officers and installing Americans and Brits more "sensitive" to American desires and far less nationalistic. The formerly proud English and Scottish peoples found themselves gradually having an American identity forced on them. Romney said in a phone call to Nixon that, "In ten years, all these Brits will just be Americans with funny accents."

However, that was neither here nor there for Romney, who was still military governor of a war-zone. The Europeans were funneling in arms and ammunition to English and Scottish rebels via Wales. In nSeptember of 1964, Romney started construction on the Wall of Wales, a huge, heavily fortified wall stretching the length of the entire Welsh border. The trafficking of contraband and weapons plummeted, and Romney felt he was gradually getting total control of the island. Now, he was ready to turn his attention to the Emerald Isle.

A section of the Welsh Wall
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In early 1965, the NUSA launched Operation: Paddy Down. Paddy Down was one of America's ultimate goals for the past century: invade Ireland. The invasion, which started on January 17th, 1965, was incredibly well coordinated. 300,000 soldiers blanketed northern Ireland, where some Protestants had tried to set up a fascist state since the 1950s. The Protestants gave a tremendous welcome to American troops. In Belfast, when General Kaybert Fields rolled in with the 30th Legion, the people poured out into the streets and waved American flags and chanted "Christ our Savior! Oswald our Deilverer!" It was a wild celebration, with the alcohol flowing like the blood was about to flow in the Catholic south.

When American marines hit the small town of Easkey and the surrounding region a week later, it was a bloodbath. Over 15,000 American troops died in the bloodiest American battle since the World War. Bonapartist "military advisers" were sent in by Napoleon to support the besieged Irish Catholics. The First Battle of Easkey ended with the Irish Catholics finding a secret exit and fleeing the region. The Second Battle of Easkey ended with over 2000 Americans dead as the Irish Catholics tried to shell the town with artillery. The entire population of Easkey was then slaughtered by ORRA in the following days, with over 3,000 defenseless Irish being shot point blank in less than 10 hours. The town then became a NUSA Navy base, Port Eastkey, and became the home of the Navy's Third Atlantic Fleet, under Admiral Mike Stern.

The N.U.S.A.S. Calvin Coolidge on its way to Port Eastkey, Ireland, 1965
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The war in South Ireland was only just beginning. For the next six years, America would wage a ruthless war against the Irish Catholic and anarchist insurgency. The hellish ruined landscape of south-east Ireland was to be the battlefield where thousands met their end.

Back in Scotland, Camp Baker secretly received a nuclear missile on July 4th, 1965, thus enabling Oswald to hit mainland Europe in seconds, and giving him a major edge over his enemies in terms of delivery time for an atomic strike. The computers had set the target on Rome...

 

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THE SPICE WAR OF 1964

Indonesian marines on the move near Manila (August 4th, 1964)​

While the American invasion of Britain was unfolding, things were heating up in the Pacific. The Kingdom of the Philippines, and its ruler, Ignaas I, were becoming increasingly annoying to the white-supremacist Republic of Indonesia and Chang Kai-Shek's Republic of China. Ignaas had made frequent threats and was constantly turning off his allies in the United Nations. Still, he would be under United Nations protection as long as he didn't become aggressive. But that's exactly what he did.

On August 4th, 1964, a ship of the Philippines Royal Navy stopped an Indonesian cargo ship... in Chinese waters. While the ships ended up going their own ways in peace, Ignaas' men had confiscated some 10 million dollars’ worth of "Illegal spices." This was a major international incident. China was furious that Ignaas had violated its waters and stolen millions of dollars’ worth of trade goods. Indonesia was furious because it was essentially an attack on one of its civilian vessels. Chancellor Theodoor Fabien Lucas got on the phone with Chang-Kai Shek and got the Chinese dictator to go along with Indonesia deploying its armed forces. China agreed to use its navy to blockade the northern coastline of the Philippines. Indonesia then sent the Republican Navy to go and steam into the harbor at Manilla and demand the return of the trade goods.

Ignaas went into full panic mode and realized he had gotten in way too far over his head. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, that night someone in the port fired a shot at an Indonesian sailor. The Republican Navy responded by sinking every Filipino vessel in sight and commencing a full shelling of Manilla. Republican Marines stormed the city and went to war. By morning, the Marines were almost to the Royal Palace and over 9,000 Filipino soldiers had been killed in combat, with only about 3,000 Indonesian casualties. Ignaas was narrowly able to flee the palace in time to go south, to Legaspi. Manila was to be a battleground for the next week, but the Indonesian victory was total.

Because of Ignaas' role as the aggressor, the United Nations was not in a position to come to his aid. Instead, the Indonesian armed forces calmly allowed UN peacekeepers in the Philippines to evacuate the war-zone and provided them with ships to get back home. Cornered at Legaspi, Ignaas was determined to fight to the death with his back to the sea. This did not really happen, though, as on August 15th, a run by Indonesian bombers blew up his fortress and killed him. The Kingdom of the Philippines was falling apart, and a second Indonesian invasion was hitting Zamboanga and Davao. Back in Manila, the Indonesian Army broadcasted over the pictureboxes the scene of bringing Ignaas' body back to the capital. They had him hung in chains over the harbor to rot, an 18th century punishment for piracy. Ignaas the Pirate-King was dead they said, and "peace will soon return to Asia."

Indonesian troops on the march near Cebu (September, 1964)​

Instead of peace, the war would continue, with Filipino nationalists and anarchists receiving backing and supplies from Beutelist Japan. It became readily apparent to the UN that the future of the Philippines belonged to either Indonesia or to anarcho-socialists, and seeing this they stopped supporting any side in the conflict. Indonesia was thrilled, and essentially had a field day in human rights violations. Thousands of Filipinos were raped, robbed, and shot for no reason as the white supremacist Indonesians thought them Inferior scumbags, almost on the level of animals. The Indonesian Army shut down all communication with the outside world via radio jammers. The only news that left the Philippines by that point was the news Indonesia wanted people to hear. The international community was powerless as Indonesia took complete control of the islands.

Meanwhile, China was having second thoughts about its support of Indonesia. Fearing an escalation to war, Kai Shek met with Chancellor Lucas in Hanoi on December 18th, 1964. There they signed the Chinese-Indonesian Non-Aggression Pact, guaranteeing each other neither would ever invade the other. Then, both countries went their separate ways and China turned its attention to Burma and Tibet...

THE CONQUEST OF TURKEY

The Russian Republican Army parades through Istanbul​

In 1965, the 54 year-old Prime Minister Sergei Romanov buried his 89 year-old mother Catherine, leader of the coup against Mad Czar Viktor and the Mother of the Republic. Sergei was secretly glad she was dead, as she had always urged him to follow peaceful methods whenever possible. With her out of the way, Sergei turned his attention once more to war.

The Islamic Republic of Turkey, led by isolationist Grand Leader Barış Bardakçı, former Caliph of Islam, was a total stagnant puddle of a nation on Russia's doorstep, or so said Sergei in a series of speeches in the early 1960s. The Muslim theocracy went against everything Russia stood for, and its vital position on the Black Sea and the Mediterranean made it an obvious target for Russian "liberation." So, in beginning in 1962, the Russian military focused on training for a war with its southern neighbor while still keeping enough men on the heavily-fortified Alyaskan-NUSA border. By 1965, Sergei was ready to make his move. He readied the military and prepared for the "War of Turkish Liberation."

Turkey's leaders were not total fools, and they recognized the signs of military build-up. With anti-Turkish rallies in the streets of Moscow and St. Petersburg, Turkey begged the United Nations to put sanctions on Russia. The UN essentially laughed in Turkey's face and left them to their fate, not daring to risk conflict with nuclear-armed Russia just to support an Islamic extremist dictatorship. Instead, popular opinion in Europe of Russia rose and the people rooted for a Russian victory to wipe out Islamic government once and for all.

Prime Minister Sergei Romanov has his picture taken with several Russian politicians following an anti-Turkish rally (February, 1965)
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On May 18th, 1965, Prime Minister Romanov addressed the Russian people:

"Today is a glorious day. Today is a day of liberation. Today is the day when freedom will be brought to our neighbors to the south. For the last several hundred years, the people of Turkey have been oppressed under the heel of Islamic dictatorship. Their government follows the Koran. They stone political dissidents in the streets. Their women are forced to cover themselves from head to toe. Their elections are corrupt. Their military bloated and out-of-shape. The Caliphate may have ended, but only because Russia and her allies brought it to an end. Now, it is time we finish this once and for all. The people of Turkey shall be liberated by the army of the Russian Republic. Be they Muscovy, Persian, Siberian, or Alyaskan, our people stand today for liberty and glory. May Holy God and the Saints grant us victory on this day and in the days to come, and may this war be finished quickly. To the people of Turkey, I say to you, welcome, welcome to Russia."
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Five minutes later, the Russian government officially declared war on Turkey.

Russian planes bomb Zonguldak, Turkey, just some 200 miles northeast of Istanbul

Russian infantrywomen write letters home during the Liberation of Turkey. Over two million female soldiers would participate in the war.

Russian soldiers back up a tank brigade during a general advance at Trabzon.

Turkish prisoners at a Russian POW camp at Tunceli
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The Turkish Army fought bravely, but never could push the Russians back, only delay them. The overpowering force used by Russia was near overkill, with no doubt in anyone's minds as to who would eventually win. For the next year, they fought it out. Istanbul suffered some bombing runs, but the Russians were hesitant in doing so for fear of destroying ancient art and churches. This alone delayed the end of the war by at least a few months. Finally, in mid-August, 1966, the Russian army won a major victory against the Turks at Ankara and saw the road was wide open to Istanbul. The Turkish Army was finally worn down, and the Russian troops marched to Istanbul.

The first Russian soldiers to enter the ancient Turkish capital were female. The soldiers that captured Barış Bardakçı were female. This was seen as a major indignity and disgrace, and the people turned against Bardakçı. On November 1st, 1966, the Turkish government surrendered to Russia. Sergei Romanov had himself flown in to personally see Bardakçı sign his name on the dotted line. The War of Turkish Liberation was over, and wild celebrations swept the Motherland. Over 900,000 of the poorly-trained and under-equipped Turkish soldiers had been killed in combat. With such a massive population, Russia barely felt the impact of their own casualties, numbering some 240,000. Romanov had cemented his place as absolute dictator of Russia by this point, putting all questions about his leadership ability to silence.

Russia immediately annexed Turkey in full (and also finalized the Afghan regions as official provinces while they were it), and renamed Istanbul back to Constantinople. Sergei placed his son, Sergei II, in power as Minister of Constantinople. All Islamic laws were abolished. Women were forced to remove their veils and full-body coverings. Turbans were banned. Islam was not criminalized, but preaching any form of "radical Islamic jihad theology" was punishable by life in prison or death. Christianity was championed, and the Orthodox churches in Constantinople were restored. As in Persia years before, women were the biggest fraction of the occupied nation's Russian supporters. For the first time ever, Turkish women became like Europeans, were given the right to vote, the right to enlist, the right to divorce, and the right to drive. Given the recent affairs of their religion, many Turks and Muslims began giving up on their religion. Known and hated by the devout as the Infidels, many radical Muslim sects put huge bounties on these traitors' heads. It was common to see news stories in the 1960s and 1970s about Infidels being kidnapped and beheaded for betraying Islam. Russia dealt extremely harshly with anyone caught interfering with the "freedom of religion" guaranteed in the Russian Constitution. Those deemed to be jihadists or terrorists were buried with pig corpses. The assassinations of Infidels dropped off very quickly after that.

Now, with one of its last bastions gone, Islam was in crisis. The Caliphate, the United Arab Empire, was extremely progressive and secularized, and the remaining independent nations in the Middle-East, Assyria, Syria, Kurdistan, and Iraq, were all also secularized. Radical Islam was on the run with nowhere left to go. So, they turned their primary focus on revenge. On June 27th, 1967, a Muslim extremist assassinated Sergei Romanov with a handgun during a press conference. Two bullets were fired, one hitting Sergei in the throat, and the other in the forehead. Russia was stunned as their beloved leader's head exploded on live picturebox. Outraged citizens poured out into the streets in massive anti-Muslim pogroms. From Asia to Europe, the cities of Russia erupted into rioting. Over 6,000 Muslims were murdered by mobs from June 28th to August 9th, when police finally started getting control of things. The assassination had just made things worse for Muslims, who now faced severe persecution. Sergei Romanov II ascended to power and had as his number one agenda the complete destruction of Islam's influence within his country.

Russian citizens chase and lynch Muslims in Georgia (August 1st, 1967)​

Relations with the United Arab Empire soured. The Transcontinental Trade Treaty remained in effect, but Russia's rampant anti-Muslim sentiment made it extremely difficult to maintain the alliance. Both countries possessed nuclear weapons and neither wanted to use them. Essentially, the UAE was powerless to do anything, and they just waited for the Russians to calm down. By 1970, things were back on track between the two nations, but the Russians would never forget Saint Sergei I, "Martyr of Liberty."

Map of the World in 1965

THE AMERICAN TAMERLANE

The infamous Martin Jones picture of Oswald in 1967​

"Mr. Nixon. President Oswald would like to speak with you," said Chuckie Oswald's faithful black butler Sam over the phone.

The Chief Minister of the Manifest Destiny Party scowled and answered, "Fine, put him through."

"Hello? Dick?"

"That's my name, don't wear it out."

"Haha, that's a good one. Listen Nix, I'm going to be going away for a little while. To Oshkosh. Get some fresh northern air and get the red corpuscles pumping."

"Yes, Mr. President. That sounds like a good idea. I'll handle things while you're away," Nixon said flatly and without emotion.

"Yeah, well, I'll still keep in touch. I'm sure you'd not want to make any decisions without consulting me first," Oswald said cheerfully and matter-of-factually.

Nixon cringed. "You need to rest, Mr. President. Forget about politics for a while. I have this covered."

Oswald's personality suddenly changed. "Oh yeah? Think you're the big cheese, eh? Well, you're not, you're just the m*****-f****** Chief Minister of the Party and I'm the damn President. F*** you! F*** you! F*** you! Nix! Hey! Listen to this. F*** YOU, NIX! You will consult with me by phone before making any decisions, you pointy-nosed, balding punk."

Nixon was barely able to resist the urge to scream back at Oswald. All of Oswald's subordinates had to walk on eggshells at all times, for fear the President would randomly snap and have them executed or sent to a camp. Though it would be unpopular, who was to say Oswald wouldn't do the same to Nixon? Nixon took a deep breath and replied, "Negative, sir. I merely want to assist you in any way I can."

"Well, Nix, arrange my for travel to Oshkosh." Oswald's personality abruptly shifting again. "I'd prefer to go by plane. And make sure there are some good-looking ladies in the crew."

"Yes, Mr. President, of course. It shall be done. All hail!"

"All hail!" Oswald replied through coughs.

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The year 1967 was to be the one of the most important in the life of John Fitzgerald Kennedy and his alias Charles Custer Oswald. His health was rapidly declining thanks to a mysterious, unknown disease eating him up and his massive abuse of drugs and alcohol, especially cocaine lozenges. His mind was completely fractured, giving him two personalities, one the charismatic political mastermind, and the other the seemingly demonic mass murderer hellbent on killing everything in sight. Mental breakdowns were frequent, and due to a massive beer binge he was unable to announce the Comrade-Patriot Act to the nation, instead leaving it to his henchman Nixon while he was hospitalized. In fact, his health was so terrible that some in the American government secretly thought about deposing him and installing a new leader. But deep down, everyone was too terrified to really try something.

The public world was kept from ever knowing of Oswald's illness. Until August 13th, 1967, when Oswald was photographed on crutches by amateur newspaper reporter Martin Jones. It was revealed that much of Oswald's waking hours were spent on crutches or in a wheelchair. The picture was miraculously smuggled out of America and over to Europe, where it triggered a firestorm of controversy. Oswald was furious, and Jones was found dead in his bathroom on August 24th. Considered an international hero, the United Nations directly accused Oswald of assassinating the reporter.

By the end of the year, Oswald's health had taken yet another turn for the worse. He suffered a minor stroke which left him with a partially paralyzed right arm. The arm grew weak and withered, and he kept it hidden with a black leather glove. Now, the President of the New United States was a crazed, ill little man with a withered arm in a wheelchair, usually high on cocaine and amphetamines or drunk. And he always had his finger on the Big Red Nuclear Button. With a people too afraid to rise up and an officer staff too terrified to try to overthrow him, he had everyone right where he wanted them.

Meanwhile, in the occupied former Columbian nations, the natives were restless. Things had started getting out of control. In Miami, tensions between native Southrons and the authorities ended with the Miami Riot of 1967. Over 9000 civilians were brutalized by the National Guard and the military, and over 500 were killed.

National Guard Military Policemen beat Southron nationalists during the Miami Riot of 1967
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To make things more palatable and to appease the occupied Southrons (since he could not simply kill or imprison everyone), Oswald stabbed one of America's most loyal and patriotic groups: Negroes. For two centuries, the Northerners had championed the cause of black rights as part of their Enlightenment teachings. During the war, several black guerrilla groups had supported America within Columbia. The South didn't trust the blacks. The North secretly felt just as racist toward them as they did toward anyone (Nixon hated blacks as "lower than the yellow devils, and just one step above the Slavs) and wanted them wiped out as early as the 1950s). The blacks who had served in the war were forgotten and ignored.

On December 31st, Oswald announced a new system was coming to America. From then on, a new system called "Segregation" was instituted and followed by force, modeled after the Republican Union of South Africa's Apartheid system. Blacks could no longer live in the same neighborhoods as whites, could no longer visit the same restaurants or stores, could no longer own firearms, could no longer serve in the military, could no longer hold political office, and could no longer ride on the same buses, trains, planes, and aeroships as white Anglo-Saxon-Germanics. Blacks felt fully betrayed and up-rooted. ORRA troopers in body armor forced black families at gunpoint from white neighborhoods all across the country. Those who failed to obey government orders faced dire consequences. For the first time ever, truckloads of blacks began to arrive at Goldstein's reeducation camps.

The government knew it was only a matter of time by this point before race riots would begin. From January to March, 1968, the National Guard spent hundreds of millions of dollars on preparing and organizing for civil unrest. By April, the government wanted the blacks to act out. Even the disgruntled Nixon gleefully admitted he was "looking forward to spewing some Patriot's Fire on those Inferior darkie bastards."

An ORRA trooper mercilessly beats black rioters

The 13th ORRA Mechanized, the infamous Bad Luck Brigade, marches down a ghetto street following their deployment of Ultra-Chlorine against black rebels

ORRA officers beat and lynch a black man
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On May 11th, 1968, it finally happened. All across the South, blacks rose up in huge numbers. White people were dragged out of their homes and murdered in revenge. NUSA flags burned in the town squares of Richmond and Atlanta. Portraits of Oswald, Steele, and Custer were ripped and stepped on. Richmond was the initial hotspot of the Negro Uprising of 1968. And one of the ORRA officers about to make a name for himself there was the 21 year-old son of British territorial military governor Augustus O. Romney. The handsome young man was known as "Mittens" by his fellow troopers, and he was the perfect example of a young American being brought up to be a future Party leader. Hadrian Mitt Romney rode with the ORRA Cavalry Division, the direct successor of Custer's beloved horse brigades.

Hadrian Mitt Romney
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On May 12th, 30 mounted ORRA officers under Romney's command were ordered to forcibly remove black protestors from Richmond Square. Suddenly, the sounds of small arms fire filled the air. A black militia was firing on the ORRA riot troops. Romney's horse, being at the front of the column, immediately was shot out from underneath him. There he lay for a good minute, struggling to get his now-broken right leg out from underneath the horse's body. All around, ORRA officers were falling, frantically trying to spot their bushwhackers. Finally, Romney pulled himself up off the ground and grabbed a belt-fed machine gun from a nearby overturned National Guard truck. Removing the weapon from its mounting, Romney draped the ammunition belt over his shoulder and began blazing away at the black rebels. Romney was soon shot twice, once in the broken right leg and another in the upper left thigh, crippling both legs. Now unable to stand and with his back to a wall, Romney just kept on firing. Soon, dozens of rebel corpses littered the street. When he ran out of ammo, Romney crawled back to the overturned truck, grabbed a bucket of fresh belts, and continued firing from there. Inspired and awe-struck, the ORRA cavalrymen rallied. Even when one of the rebels fired a rocket launcher at Romney and only narrowly missed, the ORRA troopers pushed on. The blacks were soon completely routed from Richmond Square, and the ORRA Eagle Banner was planted firmly by the overturned truck. News swept the nation of, as the New York Times put it, "Plucky Mitt Romney's heroic last stand against the negro hordes!" Romney was rushed to the Richmond Military Hospital. He would recover fully, and, during an interview with Uncle Sam's Talkiebox Station, Mitt said, "Golly gee, I can't wait to get out there and whip some more Inferior asses! Lemme at 'em, and we'll show those traitors how we do things in this country."

President Oswald personally requested to meet with Mitt as part of his broadcast series of interviews with "young Americans going above and beyond the Call of Manifest Destiny." Among other young men and women he sat down with were young North Lewisiana native William Jefferson Blythe, a Cadet-Colonel in the Custer Youth Brigade who many expected to shortly become the new head of the CYB itself, and young National Guardsman Albert Gore II, the son of a West Carolinian spy for America during the World War.

By the time Mitt had left the hospital, the Negro Uprising had been going on for two months, and showed no signs of letting up. Over 156,000 blacks had been killed in the revolt, and the United Nations was calling it a "grave humanitarian crisis and an extreme ethnic cleansing, but nothing unexpected from the dastardly Yankees."

Nixon was very pleased. He placed himself in charge of a large amount of the "war effort," and kept baiting the blacks to revolt again and again, to flush them out. The total shoreline protection provided by the NUSA Navy prevented any arms or supplies from coming in from America's enemies. The blacks could only use what they found, and the government made sure that wasn't much. The restrictive gun laws put in place by the Comrade-Patriot Act made sure only those who the government deemed the Fittest had guns. Thus, more and more massacres were committed by machine gun-toting government soldiers against blacks armed with pistols, rusty rifles, and knives and machetes.

By late August, the death toll of blacks was up to 250,000. The ORRA estimated that 14 million blacks lived in the North American US. They left it up to Oswald to decide what to do with them. He chose genocide. In a meeting with his advisers, Oswald said something that shocked even Nixon: "We're gonna wipe 'em out. All 14 million n******. Every last one of them. Cut that. We'll send some back to Africa to work our plantations in Liberia. We'll send some to Mexico, to work on our farms with the other Inferiors. But the rest, I'd say about 10 million or so, we're just gonna exterminate. I'll let ORRA decide which blacks should be sent to the work camps, and which to put down. But I expect immediate progress. I want to be able to go to Tupelo and not see a single darkie. Make it happen." The government then set out on their quest to annihilate the black population. This idea was wildly popular with the Southrons, and it helped cut back on civil unrest by white nationalists.

The slaughter commenced on October 1st, 1968. Tupelo, Georgia, the most heavily black populated city in America, was invaded by ORRA in a massive assault on defenseless civilians. The black population, some 895,000, was completely massacred. Over 895,000 men, women, and children were personally shot by ORRA troopers. One trooper, August McMillan wrote in his diary, "This is... hell. I cannot express my horror at what is taking place here. We are murdering tens of thousands. We marched into a schoolhouse and killed every black student and teacher in sight. We blew up a baseball stadium packed with blacks looking for a place to seek shelter. We have bulldozers pushing the tens of thousands of corpses into huge piles, which are then burned with Patriot's Fire by the Hellfire Brigade. Every day in Tupelo is a waking nightmare. Sometimes, I just want to end it all. I want to say something. But when everything you say can end up with you executed, it's easier not to say anything at all." The next day after that diary entry, McMillian was found at the ruins of the schoolhouse hanged from the rafters. Whether he committed suicide or his diary was read and he was killed by his fellow troopers for being a nonconformist will never be known. During the late 1960s ethnic cleansing, there was a noticeable jump in the rate of ORRA officer suicides.

By the end of 1968, over 2 million blacks had been murdered by the government. The stories of the massacres were never covered by the news, and it was barely known-about in the rest of the world. Americans knew full-well what was happening, and while there were those who secretly thought it despicable and demonic, there were many hardcore racists who totally approved of the entire genocide. The Uprising was completely crushed by December, but that didn't stop the government from continuing to mow down millions of blacks. It was so much easier when they didn't fight back, after all. Now, thought, if only they could do the same to the rest of the Inferiors, and finally purify their entire nation...

An unknown member of the AFC Council of Jehovah secret society hails a crowd of Gulfport white supremacists (not pictured) in this infamous 1968 photograph

"PITTSBURGH, THANKS BE TO GOD AND PRESIDENT! WE HAVE TOUCHED DOWN. HALLELUJAH."
-Commander Herbert Hastings, NUSA Astro-Corps

Lieutenant Aaron Petty salutes the flag on the surface of the Moon (July 4th, 1970)
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The American space program seemed to come out of nowhere. In late 1968, the government announced its plans to send a man to the Moon. Despite the ongoing ethnic cleansing and internal problems, the NUSA was so wealthy that it could sink money into a space program without much difficulty. They only lacked the technology. It was simply a matter of perseverance. On January 12th, 1969, Commander Herbert Hastings IV led a four-man crew on the spaceship Julius Caesar 11 and wrote themselves into history as the first men in space. The Julius Caesar 11 was so-named because it was the eleventh attempt at a working spaceship by the Aeroforce. Ten others had exploded on the launchpads (the government never celebrated or even mentioned this). This was major landmark in human civilization, but the international community was more angry than proud, loathing America's technological advancement. The Tripartite Empire and Prussia unveiled their new space program in August. Russia announced its space agency in February of 1970.

Commemorative stamp celebrating the crew of the Julius Caesar 11
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The Astro-Corps was officially separated from the Aeroforce shortly after the Julius Caesar 11 and was headquartered in Pittsburgh, the location of the old Manifest Destiny Party rally grounds. The same fields where Custer once saluted waves upon waves of fascists now were spot of rockets ascending into the heavens. The Custer 1 satellite was launched on March 13th, 1969, and was followed by many more like it. For the next year, the Astro-Corps worked toward its goal of a landing on the lunar surface. Work continued around the clock every day, never ceasing. Scientists were basically worked to death by the government in its pursuit of a moon-landing. Technology as a whole became the favorite topic of the day, with technology fads sweeping the nation. New pictureboxes with improved quality (products of space research) were sold for big bucks, and pictureboxes soon became a dated tech, giving way to "televisors" (pronounced "Tel-Uh-Vi-Zors").

The Custer 1 satellite (above) was followed by two more, more successful satellites, Manifestum and Fati, twin space probes well-remembered for being wildly popular with children, even getting their own popular themed breakfast cereal, "Cosmo-Crunchies," and a cartoon show on the state televisor channel
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Finally, in the June of 1970, Commander Hastings and his trusty crew assembled once more, this time on the Spaceship Steele. The whole world watched as the ship's landing module touched down on the white surface of the Moon. In a memorable, simple statement, Commander Hastings told the world, "Pittsburgh, thanks be to God and President! We have touched down. Hallelujah." Lieutenant Aaron Petty opened the hatch and took the first steps onto the lunar surface, proclaiming, "One small step for a man, one giant leap for our most proletarian fascist American people! In the name of our God, in the name of our Prophet, in the name of our President, in the name of our Fatherland, I claim this moon for the New United States! All hail!" And with that, Petty saluted the flag he had just planted in the soil and then turned to the camera and gave a straight-arm fascist salute to the world and, indeed, the Universe.

The world was stunned. It had all happened so rapidly. In reality, America had wanted to send men to space since the 1940s, and would have if the Great War hadn't subverted the technology race to the military side of things.

In other events, a technology largely perfected during the moon race was about to make its first public appearance: the "Ultra-Network." The Office of Racial and Religious Affairs would use it to establish a permanent list of every Inferior and enemy of the state in 1972. The police state was about to become even more intrusive and watchful. According to the ORRA, by 1980, nobody would be able to move without government computers knowing it.

 

[Zoidberg12]

THE CRASH OF '71

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"The economic collapse of 1971 showcased the house of cards the American economy had become. Government over-spending was driving up inflation. In 1949, a loaf of bread had cost 15 cents. In 1970, it cost $1.25. In 1971, it cost $50.00. The alarming jump in cost occurred almost overnight on June 25th, 1971. It is not known specifically why it happened, but at 3:45 PM, Goodyear stocks began to fall. By 4:15, it was a downhill nightmare. Somehow, word had gotten out that the entire Goodyear family had died in a plane crash outside of Oshkosh. This had not happened, but it was too late to turn back. Foreign investors started dumping Goodyear stock. The government was scrambling to take state control of Goodyear Enterprises. By late that evening, the Goodyear family made it publicly known that they were alive and well. But the damage had been done. As Goodyear Enterprises burned, the Phoenix Oil Company, Colonel Goodyear Enterprise's worst enemy, was rising."
-History of the Great Depression by Marcus Jones, 2002, Watson Publishing, Richmond
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The entire Stock Market Crash was in fact corporate espionage. The Phoenix Oil Company had been in existence since the 1890s, originally founded by whaling magnate Horatio P. Jennings II. In the 1900s, it shifted its focus to crude oil and lamp oil. Upon the auto boom, it changed its name from "Jennings Oil" to "Phoenix Oil Company," named after the mythical Arabian bird that burned with the fire of a thousand suns, and always reincarnated itself, meaning that Jennings' company would adapt to the times. By 1971, it was under the control of Horatio P. Jennings IV, a dapper and dastardly robber-baron who was determined once and for all to level the playing field he and Goodyear Enterprises were on. Secretly, he orchestrated the rumor of the Goodyears' deaths, and reaped the benefits while Goodyear stocks were falling like a ton of bricks. A mere second-rate corporation had brought the largest and most successful corporation in the history of mankind to its knees in one afternoon.

Rioting broke out nation-wide. The Columbian states, already still suffering huge unrest and with an active ethnic cleansing against the blacks still underway, were the first to revolt. People who had nothing realized they had nothing to lose. Even some soldiers realized they suddenly were completely penniless. Oswald, already in horrible health, suffered a shock at the turn of events and Nixon was forced to try to keep the situation under control. In Birmingham, Southron nationalists waved old battle-flags in the streets and held up signs with such slogans as, "Liberty or Death," "Down with Capitalism," and "Mad As Hell." For their personal standard, the rioters and strikers took up a modified version of the old Gadsden Flag. The authorities themselves were still in a state of shock and before anyone could tell what was happening, the ORRA headquarters in Birmingham were being stormed by rioters. Members of the 12th ORRA Mechanized were dragged out of the fortress and beaten in the streets. Though they put up heavy resistance, the ORRA troopers found themselves stunned by both the news and the ferocity of the oncoming rebels.

Anarchists, Southron nationalists, and anti-government marchers protest the bloodthirstiness of Philadelphia

The same streets, two hours later
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ORRA landships found themselves suddenly confronted with young Birminghamers throwing butter, oil, and silk rugs on the streets to clog up the treads. As the tanks bogged down, rioters would rush the steel behemoths, pry open the latch, and brutally maul the drivers. Simple soldiers and National Guardsmen were usually just roughed up or scared off, but ORRA troopers were killed in droves. "Bombingham" became the epicenter for the unfolding revolt. In the rebuilt Atlanta, thousands of rebels rushed a major armory, overwhelming the shocked defenders and capturing thousands of military-grade weapons...

Meanwhile, back in Philadelphia, Nixon was still acting as temporary leader. The 18 year-old Charles Custer Oswald, Jr., the heir to the Presidency, was not yet 21 and thus not allowed to take power yet. "Chuck II" was not liked by anyone in the government and was regarded as "the biggest spoiled brat in the world." Nixon knew this was his chance. With Oswald hospitalized and in critical condition, Nixon began acting as leader. He made trips all over the North, appearing before his throngs of supporters and trying to keep the nation's morale from imploding.

Acting President Nixon appears before supporters at the Coliseum in Shicagwa in September, 1971
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The American economy was collapsing and the Columbian states were openly revolting, and Nixon knew he had to do something quick, especially before Oswald recovered and returned to power. Nixon turned to his old friend, Horatio P. Jennings IV, for help...

OIL, REVOLT, AND TREASON
~ THE NIGHTMARE OF '72 ~

The Colonel Goodyear Enterprises Workplace Security Force horsemen go into battle against the supporters of the Anarchist terrorist group the "People's Fist" in Shicagwa

Soldiers arrest and blindfold a homeless man protesting in front of the Presidential Palace
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Oswald was becoming more and more unpopular and the people's religious belief in him as an almost divine figure began to wane. The triumphs of the government in his administration were coming back to bite them. Even when the Goodyears managed to scrape together their company back into one piece, the damage had been done and the fragility of the dollar became known. With practically zero trade occurring with the outside world except with their handful of satellite nations, the economy went into total tailspin. Millions lost their jobs, and in the place of the failing Goodyear industries, the Phoenix Oil Company rose up. Nixon was a personal friend of Horatio P. Jennings IV, and it was to him that the acting president turned to save the economy.

Horatio P. Jennings IV
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The Phoenix Oil Company poured billions upon billions of dollars into the economy, giving Americans much-needed jobs, beginning around late December, 1971. Millions of formerly middle-and-lower class Americans that were living in hellish poverty suddenly saw Nixon and the Phoenix Oil Company as saviors.

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But Columbia was quickly becoming a war zone. Birmingham had turned into a battlefield the likes of which had not been since the World War. The weapons captured in Atlanta had been distributed over the South and were being used to ambush American soldiers and ORRA troopers and take their weapons, fueling an endless cycle. Blacks facing ethnic cleansing begrudgingly joined forces with white Southrons. On January 2nd, 1972, government troops were forced to withdraw from Birmingham. Over 40,000 government forces had been killed or badly wounded since the uprising had begun, and General Adelbert Richardson was blamed for the disaster by Nixon and sacked. The disgraced Great War veteran was found dead in his home from a self-inflicted gunshot to the head on October 24th, 1972. On January 4th, 1972, rebel leaders convened in the ruins of the Birmingham Capitol Building to proclaim the Free State of Birmingham, a fairly apolitical but very anti-American establishment led by the "Grand Council."

George Washington VIII, dictator of the Columbian governments in exile, had died in 1969. His son George Washington IX, 51 years old in 1972, had taken power. A radical nationalist, Washington IX wanted to do everything possible to reclaim Columbia and secretly drew up plans for a "Confederacy of Columbia." Crack Columbian Special Forces were secretly deployed to aid the Free State of Birmingham and also assisted and supplied rebels in Georgia's Florida region.

Oswald returned to power on March 23rd, 1972, and was furious with the way Nixon had handled affairs. Upon his return, beatniks and anti-government protests sprang up in some Northern cities and in California. In California, former monarchist World War veterans stormed the capitol building in "Franciston," formerly known as St. François, and declared the Second Kingdom of California. American control of the region buckled as thousands of Californians rose up and started slaughtering government forces. Desperate farmers and out-of-work factory hands joined the monarchists, soldiers and mobs of the lower classes carrying whatever weapons they could get rose up against the Yankee occupation. Cars and buildings burned and the American military found itself faced with a general uprising on the West Coast.

Anarchist terrorists weren't about to be left out of the fun. On March 20th, 1972, a car bomb detonated in front of the Patriot-Saint A. A. Lincoln Museum in Shicagwa, blowing off the front of the building and killing 50 people. Anarchists released a film reel that was dropped in a mailbox at the Philadelphia ORRA office that claimed responsibility for the museum bombing. A week later, Shicagwa ORRA Commander Ekhert Green was kidnapped and brutally beheaded with a meat cleaver in the back of a slum butcher shop. The same group of Anarchists, calling themselves the People's Fist, encouraged all anti-government militants to rise up in Shicagwa. Making the ghastly ninety days of the Shicagwa Riots of 1855 pale in comparison after only a week, hundreds were dying as extremists convened to raise hell in "America's second capital." The Colonel Goodyear Enterprises Workplace Security Force tried to contain what was initially an outbreak of violence at a tire factory but it had soon spun out of control. The Front for Inferior Liberation (F.I.L.) also made its presence known when they put snipers on top of buildings throughout the city.

Infamous photo of an F.I.L. sniper during the Shicagwa Uprising of 1972

CGEWSF troopers photographed during a gunfight with F.I.L. snipers on the rooftop of a hotel
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Oswald was so terrified of an actual anarchist revolution occurring that he ordered new Shicagwa ORRA Commander Hadrian Mitt Romney and National Guard Commander Leslie King Jr. to do absolutely anything necessary to "end this treason." On July 1st, 1972, 100,000 National Guardsmen were sent in to quell the uprising. Collateral damage was massive as jets swept the skies and dropped bombs on several buildings. Among the National Guardsmen participating was the 24 year-old Sergeant Albert Gore II. His acts of "heroism" during the conflict earned him a promotion, a chest full of medals and a comfortable job as a living piece of propaganda, going on speaking tours to rally the hardline fascists. He became a personally-selected staff officer of Richard Nixon and would later play a key role in history.

Captain Albert Gore II​

By August, total military rule had to be enforced and no one was safe. Thousands had died, and the nation was on the verge of civil war. Back in California, the government had still not crushed the monarchist revolt. In Columbia, steam was building in Georgia to declare independence. Everything was falling apart, including Charles Oswald's mind. He was about to snap, once and for all.

THE BEGINNING OF THE AMERICAN CIVIL WAR

National Guardsmen in battle against ORRA forces​

October 29th, 1972
Presidential Palace, Philadelphia...

"Mr. President," said General Romulus Leer, "We are in serious jeopardy of watching the Columbian snakes declare independence. California is lost, and the redskins are harassing our supply lines that are keeping what little forces we still have their supplied. South America is a ticking time-bomb, only kept in check by our ruthless reprisals and police brutality. How long do we have before the Brazilians rise up? How long do we have?"

General Jurgen Ailes, the celebrated World War commander, nervously toyed with a pen on the war-room table. "General Leer is correct. We are facing the threat of collapse. We are losing. We have fought all these wars and battles for this? We overspent, overextended, and under thought what we have been doing. We rushed to conquer all of our enemies and fulfill our Manifest Destiny and we won in the short term. Now we are stuck. Our choices are either let these regions go, a disgrace not known since the Collapse of the Old Republic 172 years ago, or use nothing but pure, unapologetic brutality from here to Judgment Day to keep them in check, and that last option won't even work for certain. We have Richmond in flames right now. We have people protesting at the gates of the Presidential Palace here. Sure, we might be arresting them, but they have the guts to do it in the first place! No one would have even thought about protesting in front of the Palace when Joe Steele was-"

"-SHUT UP WITH STEELE, YOU IMBECILE!" shrieked President Oswald, now drastically underweight and barely able to flail his arms madly in his wheelchair. "If I even hear you mention Joseph Custer Steele one more time, Ailes, I will f****** tear off your head and stick my old dress sabre down your ******* spinal column until you have a blade coming out your ass, you worthless defeatist piece of vomit!" The whole room suddenly went quiet. Even the computer technicians and typewriters stopped as the President went into another one of his fits. Oswald clutched his Fire-Breather brand cigarette with his withered, gloved hand. He seemed to regain his composure, but what he said next was one of the most gruesome, horrific suggestions ever to be said by a leader: "I have the solution to this entire predicament. The solution to all our problems. We will never again have to fear another uprising. Ever. We will bring this planet under our banner because of it, and hold it forever. My plan, gentlemen and ladies, is to drop a nuclear bomb on Franciston, California. And one on Fairwind, Argentina. And on Birmingham, Georgia. And on every single city that continues to oppose us."

The mouths of the dozens of officers present dropped open in shock. Many of them accepted genocide. Many of them helped to round up Inferiors and to massacre tens of thousands of blacks. But even they were taken aback at the thought of nuking their own cities, many with large portions of loyalists. Newly-appointed Custer Youth Brigade Headmaster-Marshal William Blythe looked positively stunned. Ailes, who had never really personally participated in genocide, was the one who finally broke the silence and said, "Mr. President... Your Excellency, with all due respect, I cannot support that plan. It would bring about far too much destruction. What good is it to save the Union if it means to kill everyone in it?"

Oswald, strangely, did not fly off the handle. Instead, he merely grinned. A weak, sickening grin. "Well, Jurgen, you may be disappointed to know that I have already ordered this. I have given the codes. I have given the pilots and our missile silo crews their instructions. In approximately one hour, Birmingham, Georgia, and everyone in it, will perish in an airburst blast caused by a Crawford V 50 megaton plane-launched atomic bomb. The mushroom cloud will be approximately 35 miles high. We will toast Johnny Reb like a marshmallow at a church camp cook-off. Following that, a silo-launched 20 megaton bomb is to hit Franciston. Then, we will tell all those who have risen up across this great nation to stand down or we will turn them into so many millions of salt-shakers. In approximately 48 minutes, Operation Samson begins, right when my pal Tom Bomb explodes with the fire of a thousand suns over Birmingham!"

The war-room flew into a frenzy. All matters of respect and ceremony were broken by the flow of curses and exclamations of horror by the general staff. "You know what's going to happen?!" shrieked Ailes. "This damn lunatic is going to blow up this planet!"

Oswald was whisked away by his bodyguards and to the Presidential Bunker.

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Ten minutes later...
Cartwright Aeroforce Base, Boston, Massachusetts...

Nixon was filling out some paperwork before boarding a flight to a Canadian vacation when one of his staff, Captain Albert Gore II, rushed to him and told him Philadelphia was calling him. "Code Black, Comrade Nixon! We have gone to Code Black! Philadelphia needs you on the line immediately, sir!"

Nixon choked on his coffee before springing out of his chair. "Good merciful Neptune! Code Black?! Why in the Hell are we in Code Black?! Get me to the phone!" Nixon was led to the nearby command station down the hall and he picked up the bright red phone that was waiting for him. "This is Nixon. What in the name of all that is holy is going on here?!"

Ailes was on the other end. "Oswald, that... that demonic lunatic has finally snapped! He's going to nuke our own cities! We have about a half hour before Birmingham is turned into a crater, and then he's going to nuke Franciston and Lord only knows what after that!"

Once Nixon wrapped his mind around the mind-blowing insanity occurring, he responded, "Where is that spawn of Satan?"

"He's retired to the Presidential Bunker. And he has the Suitcase."

"Good heavens, man. I'm on my way! I should be there in twenty minutes on my jet."

"Richard Nixon, you are our only hope. Get here immediately!"

Nixon hung up the phone and was immediately screaming for his staff to get the plane going.

Gore asked, "Comrade Nixon, what are we going to do?"

Nixon put a handgun beneath his suit jacket as they boarded the plane. "We're going to have what the Frenchies would call a 'coup.' If all goes well, we'll be alive tomorrow. Worst case scenario means we all end up like crayons on a dashboard. Now get me to Philadelphia!"

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Twenty-two minutes later...
Aaron Burr Aeroport, Philadelphia...

Nixon looked at his watch. Approximately 16 minutes were left before Birmingham was turned into ash. As he raced to the Presidential Palace, he thought about everything that could be done to try to stop the bomb from dropping. But nothing could be done. In accordance with typical regulations, the crew of the nuclear bomber had shut off all communications with the world except those with the President. And the bomber would have dozens of smaller planes flying with it to prevent simply ordering other planes or aeroships to shoot it down. And even if they did shoot it down, it would still detonate upon impact, wiping out who knows what. No, the only possible outcome was for it to wipe out Birmingham, but to try and prevent Oswald from hitting any other targets. That meant stripping him of power and taking away the Nuclear Suitcase currently in his possession.

In ten minutes, Nixon was at the Presidential Palace, with the bunker located directly below. Heavily armed and armored ORRA officers were standing at the gates of the Palace. Nixon's lifelong friend Leslie King Jr., commander of the National Guard, had been alerted to the situation at the same time as Nixon, and (already in Philadelphia) he had had time to bring National Guardsmen to the Palace. Now, for the first time ever, ORRA troops and the National Guard stood on opposite sides, facing each other down. When Nixon and his officer advanced toward the gate, a young ORRA officer, Willem Jackson Parker, goosestepped out to greet them and gave them the fascist salute. "Greetings, Comrade Nixon! All hail! I am sorry, but orders from the President forbid any non-ORRA personnel from entering Palace grounds. I must ask you to leave."

"Stand down, Captain Parker. The President has been removed from power. All of his orders are null and void."

Parker grew more rigid and drew his pistol, "Sorry, Comrade Nixon, I can't let you do that." Shaking nervously, he made sure the pistol was loaded.

"Look, you little brat, I'm going through those gates. If that means I have to smear your guts and your pretty brown uniform all over the pavement, by the Prophet, I'll do it. Stand down!"

Parker, pale as a sheet, raised the pistol to Nixon's head and squeaked, "Sorry, sir. Please leave immediately."

Nixon grew red-faced and then did an about face. He and his officers withdrew to behind a convoy of National Guard trucks. Gore nervously asked, "What now, sir?! We have probably four minutes before the nuke drops!"

Nixon took out his pistol from under his jacket. "I'm getting too old for this. We attack. I want every last ORRA sum'itch dead in one minute." Nixon took a position behind a sandbag wall and then shouted, "Men of the New United States National Guard! In the name of our God, Prophet, and Fatherland, OPEN FIRE!"

"OPEN FIRE!" bellowed King to his men on further down the line.

What followed was a vicious eruption of bullets and blood. Thousands of rounds were spent in seconds as the American Civil War began. Elsewhere, hundreds of miles to the south-west, a 50 megaton atomic explosion wiped out the Free State of Birmingham completely and utterly, and scrubbed the very trace of it off the face of the earth.

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Seconds later...
Presidential Bunker...

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Oswald, via his national televisor system within the Bunker, took to the airwaves:

"People of the New United States. This is your President speaking. Approximately three minutes ago, the heathen rebels among us were dealt a savage, but necessary blow. The city of Birmingham, Georgia, was destroyed by a nuclear bomb. Our nuclear Peacemaker Program is doing exactly what it has done since its inception; making and keeping the peace. There is no more rebellion or war in Birmingham tonight. My government and I are prepared to do this to every city that openly rebels against our God-ordained authority. Millions may die, but nuclear fires are the wages of sin. If the leadership of the so-called Second Kingdom of California does not surrender itself to ORRA forces within the next ten hours, the city of Franciston shall be bathed in the glow of a 20 megaton atomic warhead. This is an ultimatum not just to California, but to anarchists, monarchists, and Beutelists everywhere. If a city openly revolts against the state, that city shall be annihilated. For just as God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah with the fires of His wrath, so too shall I destroy all who try to undermine our liberty, freedom, and our sacred honor. People of the United States, this is your warning. Remain peaceful, and no harm shall come to anyone. But act out and I shall not hesitate to wipe you off the face of the planet. Choose carefully. Good night from the Presidential Bunker. All hail!"

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Minutes later...
Above-ground...

National Guard trucks smashed down the iron gates of the Presidential Palace. The bodies of Parker's men and of Parker himself littered the area in front of the gate. All of the ORRA troopers had fought to the death. Now, as the National Guard advanced up the driveway, more ORRA men were prepared to lay down their lives in the name of the President. For the next half-hour, both sides sustained massive casualties as Nixon's men tried to fight their way to the Palace doors. At last, though, the final zealots had been killed or incapacitated and the Palace was stormed. As Nixon, King, and the rest of the rebels marched in and proceeded to the entrance of the Presidential Bunker, located in the basement, the welding crews were brought in to take out the ridiculously huge door. Now, only about 100 feet were separating Richard Nixon from putting a bullet in Oswald's skull.

COLLAPSE

President Charles Oswald II addresses his loyalists by televisor (November 5th, 1972)
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October 29th, 1972...
Presidential Bunker, Philadelphia
One hour to go before National Guardsmen breech the bunker door...

Charles Oswald stared at the map on the wall of the bunker war-room. It showed the New United States in its full, pan-continental glory. One nation. A nation Charles Oswald had formed. Custer and Steele had laid the groundwork, but Oswald had fulfilled Manifest Destiny. And now, as the closeted Irishman sat in his wheelchair staring at the map of his disintegrating empire, a single tear, a hot tear of quiet rage, fell down his cheek. He had won. He had beaten America's enemies. He had secured his family's future as a pseudo-royal family. He had been responsible for the deaths of untold millions to bring it about. Charles Oswald had become the bloodiest dictator in the history of humanity by far and wide. And now, it was falling apart.

Mary-Jane Mundy was there with him. The 1950s movie siren had been carrying on an affair with him for 15 years or more. Unlike his wife, Mary-Jane was always with him, and she was the only person Oswald trusted. Now, she was sobbing in a corner of the room. She knew the end was coming. Oswald could nuke everyone, but he would still lose. No matter what he would do, Oswald would lose, and the people would never support him again, except for his ORRA acolytes.

Oswald, just a few minutes later, moved into the mess hall with the few remaining officers under his command. The twisted Last Supper of the Antichrist. It finally soaked into Oswald's mind that he had dined on wine and caviar with generals and dictators, but his last meal was to be some old cans of SPUD and some whiskey. Those present at the table included CYB Headmaster-Marshal Blythe, white as a sheet and of doubtful loyalty, General Leer, Admiral Vilmar Jackson, and Commander Caesar W. Johnson; Oswald's disciples. Even now, he doubted their loyalty. After finishing his plate, Oswald looked at them coldly. Then, he said, "Let those who no longer believe in my cause leave the room."

Slowly, one by one, three-quarters of the fifty or so officers present stood up solemnly and quietly filed out. The first to do so was Blythe. Caesar Johnson still remained, and he hummed the national anthem as the sounds of nearing explosions from the battle of the bunker outside penetrated the cold quiet of the mess hall. At last, Oswald, without another word, retired to his chambers with Mundy and closed the door.

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Twenty minutes later...
Directly outside the Presidential Bunker...

As the welding crews finally prepared to fully remove the Bunker door, ranks of National Guardsmen stood in silent anticipation, sweat rolling down their brows even though the air was icy. Nixon and King looked on; knowing the final showdown with their old boss was at hand. And then off came the hinges. Off came the lock mechanism.

Nixon prepared to lead them into the bunker. "Soldiers, remember your duty. Shoot first and let Jehovah sort 'em out. Now... INTO THE BREACH!"

With a thunderous yell, dozens of Guardsmen kicked in the Bunker door and began pouring bullets at the Bad Luck Brigade soldiers inside. The ORRA troopers were screaming Scripture quotes and shouting "For the President! For America! For Liberty!"

In seconds it was all over. Sixty ORRA troopers lay dead at the entrance. Slowly, the remaining members of Oswald's staff began to file out and surrender. Headmaster-Marshal Blythe was the first one. As the National Guardsmen slowly secured the Bunker, they at last came upon the locked room marked "Executive Quarters." As the welding crews began working to take off the door, Oswald's voice came on over the Bunker intercom:

"You filthy mongoloid traitors will never stop me! Never! I am a god, and all who oppose me shall fall. By the Prophet, I swear this. You're all doomed. Nixon and King, old buddies, you'll never win. For I'd rather take out this whole city, nay, this whole country, than let you diseased rapscallions run it! See you in Hell, Tricky Dick!"

Oswald had gone full-Samson. He was going to order a nuclear strike on Philadelphia. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. Nothing happened afterward. Oswald's voice didn't come back on. The door slowly unlocked, and there stood Mary-Jane Mundy, covered in blood and holding a revolver. Immediately, everyone knew what had happened. Before anyone could stop her, though, she raised the gun to her own head, mouthed the words "I still love him," and then blew her brains out. Nixon walked into the room. There, on the floor, was Oswald, toppled out of his wheelchair and with a massive hole in the back of his head. On the floor in front of him was the Nuclear Suitcase, with the target set on Philadelphia. He had typed in the codes. He had been killed right before he confirmed the launch. Mary-Jane Mundy had just saved Philadelphia, and possibly the world. Charles Oswald was dead.

Nixon walked over to Oswald's body, aimed his pistol at the corpse, and began firing one shot after another into him until the clip was gone. Then he declared, "I may go to Hell, Oswald, but you'll have time to sizzle for a while before I join you." Nixon picked up the Suitcase and ended the Code Black. At that, Nixon and his officer's left the bunker.

A member of the Custer Youth Brigade becomes hysterical after being told of President Oswald's death

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November 5th, 1972...
Unknown Location...

"Good evening, my fellow Americans. Just about one week ago, my father, our dear, beloved President Charles Oswald, God rest his soul, was ruthlessly murdered by treasonous forces under the command of the Great Apostate, Richard Nixon, and his villainous hired hands, Leslie King's so-called National Guard. These tragic events are not a setback, but a persecution and martyrdom of the righteous, a trial we must face chin-up. Our Union has not yet been perfected, and in this fallen world, we will face tragedy until the New Jerusalem is officially brought into being. I, Charles Oswald II, though only 19 years of age, am the only legitimate President of this great country. The Apostate and King may claim titles, but like Cain who murdered his brother, they viciously murdered their friend and guide in life, our beloved President, God rest his soul, and are attempting to legitimize their sin. It fills me with rage to think about what these scions of Satan are attempting to do to our nation and our way of life. Thus, it had fallen to myself and the forces under my command to bring about the destruction of this disgusting new government. Rest assured, America, Charles Oswald II and the brave men and women of the Office of Racial and Religious Affairs will fight the good fight until this land has been liberated of these demonic influences and America's nuclear arsenal controls are back in the hands of the rightful master, that being myself. That is our message. We will meet this military coup head-on, and we will reinstate the rightful government of these United States. Join me, America, as we fight to defend our heritage! Join me, America, as we fight to defend our religion! Join me, America, as we fight to drive out and exterminate the Inferior swine and bring glory to the White Race! All hail!"
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The struggle for power had begun. This is why historians call November 5th, 1972, the official start date of the American Civil War...

SAVE YOUR COLUMBIAN MONEY, BOYS...

Virginian revolutionaries cheer as they commandeer an ORRA tank​

"This has gotten completely out of control, Horatio!" screamed Nixon over the phone to the CEO of Phoenix Oil.

The dry, very educated-sounding voice on the other end replied, "You got what you wanted, Richard. You helped my spies in Wall Street undermine Goodyear once and for all and I helped you get rid of your insane, asinine overlord. You should be thanking me."

"You said Oswald would die of shock!"

"Well, he almost did. Why didn't you kill him while he was hospitalized for months, or are you not very tricky anymore, Dicky?"

"Because he had his bloody ORRA zealot bodyguards all around him 24/7 and my people couldn't reach him, you dumb, rich monkey! They practically worshiped the man like a god!"

"My, my, sounds like you government folks have had a little internal cold war going on for a while, eh? Funny, I always had you pegged as Oswald's buddy, and King, too."

"Damn Oswald! I'm not his stupid 'buddy,' and me and King used him to undermine Steele, damn his soul, too! King and I, and a few of the others, have been planning to return a fragment of sanity to our empire for twenty years, before we plunge into a headlong death spiral brought on by our own expansionism, precisely what is happening now. That idiot Oswald didn't know jack squat about running a country. It was like the deaths of millions and the conquering of nations was some sort of strategy game in his deluded mind. He just wanted to take everything and give nothing back, and do it again and again, until we reached the point we're at now, with a full-fledged civil war and revolution spreading in our territories!"

"So for about twenty years, you and your pal Leslie have been planning the overthrow of the government? My, my, Richard, you are a fascinating fellow. Anyway, have no fear of running out of funds or of ORRA troops retaking Philadelphia. My... contractors... are going to keep those brainwashed baboons in check. Once this is all over, Nix, we are going to really hit it off. You can be the overlord, and I'll be your titan of industry, reshaping America and rebuilding it in our image."

"Either that, or we'll both be hanging by a noose when this is all over! Good-bye, Jennings!"

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On November 6th, 1972, things exploded into revolution in Columbia. Following unimaginable torment at the hands of Charles Oswald, thousands flocked to the streets to celebrate his demise. Birmingham was one step closer to being avenged. But it wasn't enough. ORRA offices all over the South came under attack by mobs. Even though thousands of Southrons were getting killed, the overwhelming force of the wave of rebellion severely hurt ORRA control. With their teenaged leader on the run, ORRA was left without a central commander, and was too busy trying to bring its forces northward to fight Nixon to really be able to put down Southron uprisings. On November 8th, 1972, the city of Richmond, Virginia, was proclaimed liberated by the rebel forces. Loyalists found themselves being butchered in the streets. Richmond's ORRA commander, Robert Worth, was roped up to two motorcycles and ripped in half on live televisor. ORRA's morale plummeted, and they began fleeing to Maryland and Pennsylvania, only to have to face the oncoming National Guard forces. Pinned down, Virginia's ORRA troops were annihilated over the winter of 1972. With no supplies save for what they could scavenge, the ORRA fought basically to the last man. Over 200,000 ORRA soldiers were estimated to have been killed. On December 27th, 1972, the Commonwealth of Virginia was declared in Richmond. Nixon, far too busy fighting in Maryland and Pennsylvania to stop them, was powerless to do anything, and he was determined not to just nuke them. After all, the NUSA had nuclear missiles stationed in Virginia. The last thing Nixon wanted was to find out that the revolutionaries had acquired an atom bomb which they would almost unhesitatingly use on a Northern city to avenge Birmingham. In fact, both the National Guard and Phoenix contractors were scouring Columbia in a desperate quest to retrieve all of America's nuclear bombs before one or more of them fell into the wrong hands. By January, 1973, all but twenty had been accounted for. That was about to change.

On January 19th, 1973, Southron Special Forces located and assaulted a nuclear missile base in Raleigh staffed by ORRA troops. The ORRA troops had had orders directly from Oswald II not to allow anyone have the bomb and to never follow a launch order. In a show of suicidal loyalty, the ORRA troops threatened to detonate the bomb right on its launch pad. Making matters worse was the fact that the damage sustained during the assault had caused a small meltdown, releasing radiation and toxins into the air of Raleigh. Knowing they would almost certainly die within a few days anyway, the ORRA troops carried out their threat and detonated the 3.3 megaton atomic bomb, wiping out the entire city of Raleigh. Reverend-Colonel Graham, heavily supporting the ORRA faction during the Civil War, proclaimed the Raleigh Silo Crew "Patriot-Saints and Martyrs." They became the role models for ORRA forces, and there was a massive increase in suicidal attacks by them following the Raleigh Detonation.

On March 7th, 1973, rebel forces declared the Democracy of West Carolina. On March 9th, rebels in the other two former Carolinian states also took control of their capitals and joined West Carolina, uniting under the banner of the Confederacy of the Carolinas. Floridian rebels backed and funded directly by Washington IX proclaimed the Former Georgian Republic of Florida. Immediately thereafter, former Georgian officials from the World War began arriving in Florida to plan taking back the rest of Georgia, which had a massive ORRA presence. In April, a huge offensive took place. ORRA troops exterminated whole towns and mowed down countless rebels, but in the end, Georgia was liberated and George Washington IX landed on the shores of the Alabama region with his Caribbean Army. Southron troops once again were on the offensive, taking swathes of territory and reclaiming their native soil.

Revolutionary mobs attack ORRA goons in Savannah

"In 1973 we took a little trip,
Along with Gen'ral Washington up the mighty Mississip.
We fired our guns and the ORRA kept a'comin.
There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while ago.
We fired once more and the Yanks began to runnin',
Up the Mississippi, up to Ohio."​

 

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THE CALIFORNIAN WAR FOR INDEPENDENCE AND THE DEATH OF THE AMERICAN EMPIRE

Flag of the Second Kingdom of California
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Following Oswald's death, California exploded into revolution, knowing a nuclear bomb was not going to level Franciston. Even some Protestants and ethnic Americans joined in. ORRA and National Guard forces were duking it out with each other as well as with dozens of separatist groups and militias. In Franciston, Jean Vargas, a half-French half-Mexican militia leader, was rising in popularity and preaching tolerance toward the Indians in the eastern regions which had been many times the only thing keeping the ORRA from punching through to Franciston. When Calfornia's Legislative Assembly convened for the first time on January 2nd, 1973, they gave full control of the monarchist army to Vargas. Vargas was a strategic mastermind, and he slaughtered several ORRA divisions attempting to hold on to Angel City. In a huge celebration, Vargas and his soldiers paraded through Angel City's gates and received a warm welcome. People stood on rooftops waving Californian flags and shouting, "Down with the Star-Spangled Banner! Up with the Bear and Pears!" Things were going so well that by early spring, many expected the Assembly to crown Vargas as California's first non-Bonapartist king.

Californian troops on the attack (May, 1973)
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But that was when disaster struck. Several radical groups in the far north proclaimed the Independent Republic of Red Bluff. Largely anti-Catholic whites who disliked the multicultural government in Franciston had set up shop in the city of Red Bluff. Then, they found themselves joined by deserting ORRA and National Guardsmen who were tired of NUSA's ways but were still Protestant white supremacists. Red Bluff largely cut California off from the Indian lands of Nevaja and along the Rocky Mountains. Faced with no other choice, Vargas had to lead his men against the ORRA, the National Guard, and the militias of Red Bluff. The tide began to turn against the Indians as ORRA troops mercilessly slaughtered them in droves. But Vargas held. He called upon the oppressed peoples of Mexico to join him in his "crusade for liberty." Mexico, for so long under the jackboot of America's tyranny, finally rose up. ORRA forces were pummeled as every Mexican who could carry a weapon revolted. Mexico City was liberated on June 5th, 1973. The Mexican Revolutionary Army battered and broke the stranded ORRA forces (who were already largely cut off from Philadelphia) and slaughtered them utterly. ORRA was barely a functioning organization south of Maryland by this point, and this triggered rebellions in South America, where the Inferiors still hugely outnumbered pro-Americans. Cries of "Remember Rio!" echoed across Brazil as revolutionaries proclaimed the Second Brazilian Republic. Once again, American soldiers were imprisoned or exiled, but ORRA officers were butchered on sight. Over one million people filled the streets of Fortaleza and burned American flags by the thousands.

Famous photograph of the Fortaleza Revolutionary Guards militia burning the American flag
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The NUSA's worldwide empire was doomed. Revolt swept through what remained of Colombia (over half the country was wiped out by America from the 1950s through to the 1970s). Peru funded and supplied Colombian guerrillas and sent in Special Forces. Argentina was such a mess that no could even tell who was fighting who. Oswald II, very reluctantly, finally called for all ORRA forces to return home to "defend the Fatherland from the Southron knaves." Celebrations swept the streets of Angel City as General Vargas met with Mexico's leaders and signed a pact of friendship between the two new nations. Meanwhile, Texas, a radical hotbed of pro-American sentiment, experienced a coup led by local ORRA commanders, especially Sky Commander Gomer Camden. The reason for the coup was that Texas knew that Oswald II's efforts were almost doomed, and that the ORRA needed a centralized location to regroup. Oswald II himself showed up to take command of the situation and conquered North Mexico. South Mexico and Durango became the sight of a war against both California and Mexico by Oswald's forces. In the end, a bloody stalemate ended with Mexico a shattered, bombed-out wreck and Durango, the third Mexican region, getting occupied by California because their "friends" in the Mexican Republic couldn't hold it themselves.

California's government convened in late September to finalize its government. California proper became the District of California, the Indian Lands became the District of Nevaja, and Durango became the District of Baja. The Red Bluff Republic had been finally crushed and the Californian Army swept through the American state of Oregon, creating the District of Oregon. The Four Districts of the Kingdom were signed into law on October 1st, 1973. In a sweeping landslide of an election, Vargas was elected as King Jean I, of the House of Vargas, on December 1st.

Californian soldiers salute King Jean I upon his arrival at the "Royal Palace" in Franciston, formerly the American state capitol building

DOWNFALL: 1974

National Guardsmen are depicted in a bayonet charge in this 1980 painting
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1974 would witness the final collapse of the American empire. On January 5th, the United Nations declared Liberia to be a "humanitarian crisis zone." UN forces moved in a daring invasion and deposed the American government there. ORRA personnel, facing war crimes charges for genocide of native Liberians and of Italian colonists in West Africa during the World War, fled for South Africa, where Paul Hubertus van Aller, still President for life, welcomed them with open arms. The United Nations leveled every diplomatic punishment it could at South Africa and demanded they give up the ORRA war criminals, but South Africa had American nuclear missile bases still in operation on its soil, and the ORRA troops from Liberia were able to keep them running as a permanent threat to the hemisphere. Van Aller later attained control of the nuclear missiles and made South Africa a nuclear power closely aligned with ORRA holdouts and organizations worldwide.

An aging President Van Aller inspects the South African Presidential Guards (by the late 1970s, over half of the SA-PG were former ORRA personnel)
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Back in the Americas, yet another faction was about rise from the ashes of NUSA. In Shicagwa, the "anti-Rome," Reverend-Colonel Billy Graham had announced that he and the Council of Jehovah secret society were initiating a coup against the pro-Nixon government currently in power in the region. Graham named his new "nation," New Jerusalem, and addressed his followers in a series of apocalyptic speeches, claiming that, "The End of Days has come! God is now weeding out who will stand for His Word and Kingdom, and who will side with the Great Apostate and the Forces of Darkness! Prepare for the reaping that is to come. The End of the World is at hand! Get down on your knees, America, and beg for deliverance from hellfire and damnation!" The crazed minister met with Oswald II in Texas on March 5th, and they signed a treaty bringing Texas into the "New Jerusalem." Graham heralded Oswald II as the "Great Warrior who shall lead us during Armageddon."

By this point, all logic and sanity vanished on the American continent. Pro-Oswald forces readied themselves for the final, cataclysmic war against the "Great Apostate," and many in Europe and Russia expected the two sides to nuke each other. Graham and Oswald announced the "Final Crusade" on August 1st, 1974, and the next day, both sides began hitting each other with everything they had. Jets and landships demolished entire cities. Waves of infantry entered hand-to-and combat and fought to the death. ORRA radicals rounded up POWs and literally incinerated them en masse with Patriot's Fire. From August to December, 1974, the height of violence in the American Civil War, over 7 million people were killed. On December 12th, Nixon's forces finally began to get an edge on Oswald's army, and on December 23rd, the National Guard entered Shicagwa in force and arrested any members of the New Jerusalem government they could find. Oswald II, of course, was long gone and back to Texas, and Graham and the Council of Jehovah had fled to the Dakotas to continue their "holy struggle" against the Nixon government. Nixon proclaimed victory and total supremacy. The war was dragging on, however, and Californian troops were completely their conquering of Oregon, unrest was growing in Canada, the Southrons were winning territory hand-over-fist, and local wing-nuts and terrorists across the country were making life hell for everyone.

National Guardsmen moving to cover in Michigan City, Iowai, a suburb of Shicagwa
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Nixon's problems were far from over, however. In fact, they were just beginning. General Jurgen Ailes was ready to take power for himself, and begin a bloody new chapter in the American Civil War...

DOWNFALL: 1975

Jurgen Ailes salutes his followers in Philadelphia
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As Oswald licked his wounds in Texas and Nixon was hunting down Graham and the Council of Jehovah in the west, Jurgen Ailes was about to take matters into his own hands. With the economy in flames and the country so torn and bloody that it was unrecognizable compared to the way it had been just a few years before, Ailes decided that the leaders currently in charge were "naked profiteers, here to make quick bucks off the backs of the true patriots." On February 26th, 1975, Ailes gathered those few officers he trusted and a handful of troops and then initiated a coup. Nixon was shocked and felt "immensely betrayed." Ailes men proved very devoted to their cause and the coup began sweeping across the Army and the Navy. Thousands of troops and hundreds of landships stormed Philadelphia in a quick, almost bloodless overthrow of the Nixon government. Nixon, who was in Boston at the time, rallied his National Guard forces and attempted to launch a counter-attack, which ended in a bloody failure miles away from Philadelphia.

Ailes immediately launched a huge propaganda campaign, hailing himself as the "People's Potentate." Massive posters were draped from the Presidential Palace and pinned onto the sides of buildings showing him looking knowingly, with a smile, toward the viewer, with the caption, "Uncle Jurgen Looks Out For YOU!", a tagline many have said was ripped from the World War-era English poster, "Uncle Winston is watching YOU!" Ailes took to the airwaves in a series of speeches to win over the people.

"Our leaders have lied to us! They have deceived us! They have taken our great Nation, Faith, and Fate and sold it to Big Business! We have documentation proving irrefutably that Phoenix Oil Company and its billionaire CEO funded Nixon's coup against Oswald as part of a secret corporate war against Goodyear Enterprises. These documents come from Nixon's own audio recordings from his office. Many of these were burned when we, the Army of the People's Liberation, took Philadelphia. But we managed to trap this pointy-nosed bastard with his own bad habit of obsessively documenting his phone calls. These tapes will be played for the public later this evening. These tapes prove, undeniably, that since Joe Steele, God Rest His Soul, died, our foreign policy has been determined not by our God or President's wisdom, but by the whims of money-hungry corporate CEOs! This is not what our Founder, God Praise Custer's name, intended! Business and free enterprise has always been a part of the American system, and business helped save us when the First Colonel was around. But this is not business to help America or bring glory to her name! This is a petty squabble between powerhouse companies over who will sell us the most products or get the biggest government kickbacks. This is NOT the American way! And by golly, we're not going to let these bloodsucking Jews in the financial industry manipulate us anymore! ALL HAIL!"

Political cartoon about the infamous Nixon Tapes
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Nixon was quick to cut the greater New England region off from Ailes's bloc. He also immediately went after talkieboxes and televisors, with virtually no explanation given as they were confiscated by the tens of thousands as National Guardmen went house to house ripping them out. New England locked itself down and put its forces on high alert. Meanwhile, the "Army of the People's Liberation" brought "the first true patriotic pride in fighting a war" out of the American people. As they assaulted Jewish families and stormed Jewish businesses across their area of influence, they "knew they were on God's side for sure" for the first time since the World War. Ailes' popularity was huge, and many viewed him as the "strongest champion of liberty and the common man since Joe Steele."

Pro-Ailes forces ousted a lunatic and attempted dictator named John W. Miles from power in Korea, which still held American nuclear bombs. Ailes knew he would not be able to hold such a far-away territory, and ordered the evacuation of high-ranking officials and the return of all nuclear bombs, which were still under Nixon's Nuclear Suitcase's control, technically, though everyone knew no one would answer Nixon's call to detonate if not in his territory. Ailes began stockpiling the nukes in his territory and launched an effort to gradually take out the launch computers and replace them with a suitcase under his control. Korea collapsed into civil war once again following the evacuation and became a flashpoint of tensions between Russia and China, who both claimed the region. This would be the source of major problems later on.

Occasional firefights still broke out at the borders, but a sense of permanence began to come over the American continent's new boundary lines. In the last large territorial changes for a good while, Texas, now referring to itself as the "Lone Republic," seized southern Mexico, but was confronted by a United Nations intervention. Italian and Prussian forces quickly routed the exhausted ORRA army out of the region and established a United Nations mandate. The old NUSA state of Hawaii and the Greater American-Pacific Co-Prosperity Sphere (which had both thankfully had their nuclear weapons removed during the Civil War) also were stormed by the "Blue Helmets" and turned into mandates. Finally, the Central American states, along with the precious Panama Canal, were also occupied by the UN. With such a high population of workers from the north and almost all traces of the former Hispanic and Native majorities wiped out by the Americans, there were very few people ready to proclaim loyalty to "Central America" or any of its regions as sovereign states, making international intervention crucial. For the first time in over twenty years, international trade was once again free to go through the Canal.

An attempt at turning the British Isles into a mandate was stopped by the people's radical hatred of Europe. Following the collapse of American rule and Romney's evacuation to North America, the British actually kept the fascist, largely AFC-governed government in charge, fearing the return of the anarchy which had plagued them before. Clifford William Saddler, a radical Englishman and former acolyte of Reverend-Colonel Graham, took power with the backing and good graces of the stranded remains of the American military. He united all the former American holdings into a British Republic. The British Republic was short lived, as it merged (under British leadership) into the Republic of Atlantica, the fragile mid-Atlantic American satellite. This new, much more powerful Republic of Atlantica had lots of resources and a large population, and a continual hatred of Irish people.

Meanwhile, East and West Lewisiana, a confused mess being fought over by dozens of factions and militias, was finally brought to heel by Southron forces, who helped set up the Commonwealth of Lousiana, headed by a ten-man "Supreme Diet" and following a constitution based on Virginia's. UN peacekeepers helped keep the new nation stable as ethnic wars and uprisings plagued its birth. In every nation coming under Southron or European influence or control, the old Republican Union and NUSA symbols and phrases became outlawed. Across the South, the display of an American flag became a major crime. Giving someone the Manifest Destiny Salute was punishable by flogging.

A statue of Joe Steele lies in ruins on a New Orleans street​

Louisianan revolutionaries carry the national flag at an independence celebration/riot
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As 1975 drew to a close, the old NUSA was well and truly gone. In its place were over a dozen new countries or mandates. The countries where some denomination of the Manifest Destiny Party still held power (Oswald's Texas, Ailes' 'Third Republic', and Nixon's Former American Republic of New England) were looked upon as nuclear powers, but the world's power balance had been majorly shifted to Europe and Russia, and Russia was not very happy about the United Nations' power grabs in former American administrative regions, especially in the Pacific...

Flag of the the Former American Republic of New England (FARNE)​

Flag of the Third Republic

EUROPEAN AFFAIRS

Funeral of Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm I of Prussia (April 3rd, 1973)
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When Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm I of the Prussian Empire died at the age of 60 in 1973 of lung cancer, all of Europe mourned. Just weeks earlier, King Gustaf VI Adolf of Sweden had died and had been succeeded by his son, Carl XVI Gustaf. Caesar Napoleon VI considered Helmut Wilhelm a former worthy foe and a close personal friend. All European leaders and politicians (including the Russian ones) came out for the funeral in Berlin. Old World War soldiers watched with teary eyes as the procession went by. Helmut Wilhelm had helped end 150 years of tensions with the Tripartite Empire, and even though they had fought a war in the 1950s, since then he had helped start the movement for a united Europe, where all the monarchs were held equal and disputes were peacefully solved in international court. Philosophers hailed Helmut Wilhelm as a truly enlightened monarch, caring for his people and promoting German culture.

Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm II of Germany
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The 40 year-old Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm II was of unknown quantity. A military genius during the Great War and responsible for the defeat of French units who had had a perfect record of victory going back to the 18th century, Helmut Wilhelm II had been proclaimed Marshal of the Reich in 1957. But his political skills and beliefs were largely unknown. Europe breathed a sigh of relief when he called for even closer ties between the European monarchies at his coronation and expressed admiration for Caesar Napoleon VI.

But things were not all on the upswing in Europe. The depression which had hit America had largely missed Europe, but another economic crash happened just a few months after the coronation as stocks plummeted on the floors of the Amsterdam Trade Building. Millions lost their jobs and oil prices went through the roof. Several of Europe's largest auto manufacturers closed for good. Russia and its allies, however, were unaffected, causing the Russian economy to go up and up. To make matters worse, an anarchist revolt was sweeping Prussia's Abyssinian satellite. The Imperial Army was deployed to take control of the situation. A bloody insurgency developed that would continue for the next eight years in various degrees of intensity until Abyssinia finally became a Prussian colonial protectorate outright in 1981. Even though Prussia was not involved in any major wars, the colonial adventures and participating in United Nations missions in Liberia and Central America made sure there were many Prussian boys going off to fight somewhere and never coming back.

Prussian troops in Abyssinia (1980)
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Helmut Wilhelm II's popularity went up a bit, however, during the Persian Gulf crisis of August, 1976, when Omani and Trucial States pirates tried to board Prussian oil tankers at the Straits of Hormuz. The nearby Prussian Fleet of the Indian Ocean, coming from their small naval bases in southern Persia, was on the scene in hours. Hundreds of pirates were killed and Prussia announced a large-scale bombing campaign on their home regions in Arabia. Qatar was almost leveled by bomber wings and several of Oman's best ports were destroyed. The United Arab Empire hotly protested these events at first, but realized an opportunity when it saw one. After several decades of quiet isolation, the remaining independent regions in Arabia were declared to be part of the United Arab Empire. Arab forces took advantage of the damage done by the Prussians and sent in troops, arresting and exiling the former leaders of the regions. Yemen, which had been neutral during the Prusso-Pirate War, was also invaded and its government removed. Arabia was finally united.

Meanwhile, in the Tripartite Empire, Napoleon VI, now in his later 50s, was still going strong. In the face of growing Chinese expansionism in the mid-to-late 1970s, he invaded the Sikh Empire and Ceylon in 1975 and 1978, annexing them into his greater Indo-Asian Empire. The Chinese were a growing threat to the safety of these colonies, however, as the Chinese officially annexed their puppet states of Vietnam and Cambodia in 1975, Burma in 1977, and the almost defenseless Tibet, Nepal, Sikkim and Bhutan in 1979, essentially returning to China the borders of the Chinese Empire at its height. Fascist former American satellite Indonesia actually aided these Chinese conquests to hurt Russia, which just having brought Kashmir into its sphere of influence, had also been considering an occupation of Tibet. China, which had faced coordinated Western efforts to keep it from ever getting a nuclear weapon, was on the verge of developing one in 1979. The United Nations and Russia (Russia and China had been feuding over the former American state of Korea for years) cooperated to slam sanctions down on the growing Asian empire and demanded it halt its nuclear weapons program. Sergei Romanov II, the dictator of Russia, told his advisers in secret in the June of 1979 that, "So help me, I will turn China into a radioactive hell if its keeps those slant-eyed devils from getting their own nukes. They can't be trusted. We just finally got rid of the bloody Americans as a threat, and I don't want these Chinese taking their place." The aging Chinese dictator, Chiang Kai-Shek, was about to die, and many expected an even more radical leader to take power next. The world watched nervously as the potential for the first real nuclear war loomed.

Chinese troops on the advance in Burma

EUROPEAN CULTURE AND THE BIRTH OF THE EUROPEAN POLICE STATE

The glamorous Princess Napoleona, who influenced the entire era of the 1960s-80s
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The average European in the 1970s was a hardworking, well-educated person with a medium-sized family. Baseball was still hugely popular, and the royals were almost worshiped, with the press hounding them everywhere they went. Princess Napoleona was the talk of all the people of Europe, and was set up as the ideal woman. Her husband Franz, the former King of the Confederation of the Rhine, was also quite popular, but not on the same level at all. Napoleona had four children, all sons, Napoleon (born 1956), Louis (born 1957), Francis (1959), and Charles (1961), who were all darlings of the press. However, rumors swirled of numerous affairs between Napoleona and several military officers. When several tabloids had the nerve to print these stories, Caesar didn't hesitate to imitate Napoleon I by sending the Imperial Guard in to ruthlessly bust up the magazines. No one questioned Napoleona's faithfulness to her husband after that.

Once the 1973 Recession had ended around early 1975, and the European economy went back up, the standard of living in Europe, especially in the western and northern nations, dramatically rose. By 1977, the average family lived in comfort and relative security, and with the hellish nightmare of fearing nuclear obliteration at the hands of the Americans being a thing of the past, people became more optimistic about the future. Fallout shelter companies, which had been big business since the early 1960s, had fewer clients, and many people spent their money instead on vacations to the ever-popular Denmark and the Two Italies and on cars and luxury items. For the first time, color photography and televisors became common (although many insisted black and white was the best, classical way). Church-going, which had been at an all-time high since before the start of the World War, fell greatly as people were not constantly plagued by thoughts of being murdered by Oswald. Morals changed over time. People "let their hair down." The smoking of mild drugs from India became fairly accepted. Women went to the beach and could be seen in public topless. Religious and philosophic movements inspired by Indian mysticism experienced a brief popularity, which ended in the horror-filled collapse of the "Church of the Scientific Universal Truth."

Founded in the Prussian countryside by Goddard L. Hubert a mentally disturbed English immigrant to Prussia, the so-called Church of the Scientific Universal Truth preached meditation, equality of the races, and that Hubert was a prophet and an alien god-emperor. Hubert revealed to his small group of followers that a race of space gods had created humanity, and that they would return soon. In a series of insane pamphlets, Hubert laid out a timeline of history going back "two million years" that detailed how the "God-Emperor Thraj-Nagul" had once ruled over the solar system, but he had been exiled by his rebellious generals. Hubert, by this point having around 400 followers, then revealed that he himself was the Second Coming of Thraj-Nagul, returning to claim his rightful place as Lord of the Earth. The followers of the Church began stockpiling military surplus, explosives, and weapons for the "coming overthrow" of the Prussian government.

The Prussian government, already having placed Hubert on a watch list, moved in on September 18th, 1979. At the CSUT compound in the Black Forest, several thousand police and soldiers trapped Hubert and his followers and demanded they give themselves up. After a month-long stand-still, the Prussians moved in, torching the compound, blowing up the weapons stockpile, and killing almost every man, woman, and child in the place. The country was shocked by the bloodshed and lunacy, and the Kaiser and the Parliament immediately signed several new bills outlawing "religious cults in all forms." This cracked down on everything except Protestantism and Catholicism and outraged many liberals. Prussia also established a secure database on the Ultra-Network of all "politically or religiously dangerous persons." The other nations of Europe soon followed Prussia's example and, suddenly, Europe's liberalization came to a halt and began moving toward becoming a police state.

The Church of the Universal Scientific Truth erupts into a ball of fire​

 

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THE BIRTH OF THE CONFEDERACY
HAIL COLUMBIA

Flag symbolizing the unity of Virginia, the Carolinas, Georgia, Maryland, Louisiana, Cuba, and Gran Colombia
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When the major Southron powers met in Jamaica in the spring of 1976, everyone knew what was about to happen. The push for Southron unity had begun under George Washington VIII's emergency dictatorship during the World War of the 1950s. Now, his son George Washington IX had also taken up the crusade. Using his overpowering personality and charisma, Washington was talking the other nations into joining the "Confederacy of Columbia."

Despite objections (mostly from Georgia), things moved along swiftly and most of the nations wanted unity to save their fledgling, weak economies (and Gran Colombia just wanted to not collapse into total anarchy. Negotiations lasted four months, and on July 3rd, 1976, the revolutionary leaders signed away their nations' independence to the Confederacy of Columbia. The new interim government was made official at a ceremony in Richmond, where interim "Confederate President" George Washington IX informed the new nation that proper elections would be held in the fall.

The new government system seemed fairly complicated and decentralized... at least at first. The President, largely a figurehead, was elected every four years by the "Supreme Diet," two men from each state democratically elected by the people. The Supreme Diet wrote laws and policy, but had to have them approved by the Parliament, 50 officials from each state democratically elected by the people. Most people seemed fairly content with this new system.

As the government got things rolling, a form Christian Socialism seemed to permeate politics. Welfare was high on the list for the Washington government. President Washington formed the Christian Socialist Party in October, just one month before the first election. Food stamps were then provided to the needy and those affected by war. Shelters (segregated between whites and blacks) were set up for the homeless.

However, not everything was going well. The black population was very depopulated thanks to Yankee genocide, but they were still a strong voice. Led by a black minister named Melvin Lucius Konig, blacks rioted and protested, claiming the whites of every faction had stabbed them in the back. Konig said in a rally in Richmond, "The white folk look out for the white folk and the Polocks and Slavs, but ain't nobody lookin' out for black folk. When we were part of the pre-War Southron nations, they treated us like dirt. When the 'enlightened' Yankees moved in after the War, they promised us freedom and equality, but ended up practicin' ethnic cleansing. No matter where we are, we get treated like dirt. And now we're mad as hell, and we ain't goin' to take it no more!"

Inspired by their leader's speeches, blacks all across the South formed the Organization for Negro Equality (ONE), of which Reverend Konig was declared "Commander." ONE soon took on a very militaristic approach, with blacks wearing olive drab and berets and helmets turning out to race riots all across the country, and also heavily leaned Beutelist. As the election of '76 was kicking into high gear between Christian Socialist Washington IX and Democrat Harvey Sewell (son of Georgian Great War general and Gettysburg veteran Rickie Sewell), Konig announced his candidacy for Parliament Minister in Louisiana. Two days later, Konig was shot to death in a break-in of his home.

Shouting "Vengeance for Commander Konig!", black militants launched a campaign of terror and violence across the country on Election Day, December 1st, 1976. A massive car bomb went off in Richmond in front of the Confederate Investigation Bureau (CIB)'s headquarters, killing 10. In Atlanta, a series of spree shootings at various official buildings killed an estimated 120 whites. In Louisiana, Parliament minister and staunch anti-black activist Zebulon Lafayette was brutally beaten by a mob of blacks before they hanged him from a tree in his front yard. Firebombs and "Atlanta Cocktails" went off in countless other towns and cities, spreading fear, chaos, and pandemonium. Washington, having been declared winner by a 62 percent margin over Sewell, declared martial law and ordered an immediate curfew. The Confederate Army took to the streets to restore order and rolled tanks into the black ghettos. ONE was declared a terrorist organization and outlawed. This only made everything worse. ONE agents took to the hills and swamps and mountains to plan an insurgency against the white government. In a threatening video released on January 20th, 1977, ONE's new Commander, Hezekiah "Hex" Jones, declared that, "Until the negro race has a country of its own in North America, we ain't stoppin'. We're going to fight on and on and make you so scared you'll be lookin' for us under your beds at night. We're going to wage a war until we finally get what we deserve! Long live the Negro Nation! God bless Commander Konig!"

A Richmond policeman guards a group of black citizens rounded up following a ONE terrorist attack on Election Day, 1976

Beutelist ONE radicals pose for a photo in the West Carolina hill country, 1977

Fires rage from firebombs in Weston, North Carolina, following an attack by ONE terrorists
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The whites turned around and did the same thing. The National Southron Democratic Party, NSDP, Sewell's party, began a "March for Justice" across the nation. Wearing army surplus gear and carrying whatever guns they could get, NSDP militias went across the country on a vigilante spree, rounding up and imprisoning blacks in camps far out in the mountains and lynching others. The government spoke strongly against this but did little to stop it. By mid-1977, the brand-new country was about to face an all-out race war. And up north, an infamous delusional Yankee cultist was about to come out of his self-imposed exile to strike "the fear of God" into all of North America...

200 YEARS OF HORROR
THE BICENTENNIAL OF THE FAILED EXPERIMENT

"As we gather here on this date of July the Fourth, Nineteen Hundred and Seventy-Six, we should all think long and hard about the last two hundred years of American history. America is a failure. America has failed. It failed during the Adams-Hamilton administration that led to the collapse of the Old Republic. When the remaining Yankee nation, the Republican Union, attempted to restore the Old Republic and launched decades of war and revanchism, it failed. When it slaughtered tens of millions, America failed. It failed utterly and became a ramshackle Roman Empire, murdering swathes of society in fell swoops and dropping nuclear bombs on defenseless civilians. The original founders of the Old Republic, or at least most of them, thought they were creating something good and noble. They created, or helped to create, the most satanic regime this world has ever known this side of the Great Khans of Mongolia. Because of the United States and all of its successor governments, the world is a darker, bloodier, more frightening place. Because of America, millions of children will never know their parents, and parents will never know their children. In the name of their insane religious war-cult, America took its borders all across the hemisphere and into Asia, as well as threatening Europe with its conquering of Britain. The ghastly atrocities of America will likely never be known in full, but because millions of citizens went along with the persecution and execution of millions, Americans as a whole have proven themselves to be disgusting, bigoted, murderous pigs, hellbent on mayhem, bloodshed, and ethnic cleansing. With Aaron Burr as their prophet and Chuckie Oswald as their Messiah, they sought to establish a New World Order where all would bow down to Philadelphia and the Iron Throne of Oswald. But they failed. They did not fail because of outside attacks or wars. Indeed, they were strongest when united against common foes. Instead, America collapsed from the inside. America destroyed itself. Like the successors of Alexander, the many minions of Joe Steele squabbled and fought over god-like amounts of power. They killed themselves. Even as you read this article, FARNE and Third Republic troops are facing each other down and threatening the use of weapons of mass destruction on one another. Thirty years ago, this would have been unthinkable. But it has happened. The Yankees are cannibalizing each other to see who will prevail over the others and unite their empire once again. Will we allow this to happen? Will the United Nations allow this to happen? America should always be divided, always broken up, lest they unite once again to dominate the globe. We cannot return to the old days of Oswald and Steele. We cannot allow the American holy war to revive itself and breed new soldiers. That is why UN peacekeepers should make sure that not one of the three fragments of the New United States ever unite with any of the others. At all costs, America shall and must be divisible and divided, now and forever. Instead, a shining city on a hill shall show the world that this continent is not doomed to repeat its history again and again. A new era has arrived, an era of peace and brotherhood. God bless us all, and God bless the Confederacy of Columbia. Long may it stand for righteousness."

- First Confederate President George Washington IX, speaking to a crowd in Richmond on the bicentennial of American independence, July 4th, 1976​

Map of the World in 1980

THE REVEREND RETURNS

I went out walking through the streets paved with gold
Lifted some stones, saw the skin and bones
Of a city without a soul
I went out walking under an atomic sky
Where the ground won't turn and the rain it burns
Like the tears when I said goodbye
Yeah, I went with nothing
Nothing but the thought of you
I went wandering
I went drifting through the capitals of tin
Where men can't walk or freely talk
And sons turn their fathers in
I stopped outside a church house where the citizens like to sit
They say they want the kingdom
But they don't want God in it
I went out riding, down that ol' eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name

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12 Miles outside Goodwin, South Dakota, Third Republic...
June 14th, 1981...

Billy Graham looked at himself in the mirror of his cabin. He saw the bags under his eyes. His greying hair now less tidy than it had been in his younger days. Instead of a suit, he wore a rather worn combat tunic, brown trousers and a scarf. An ammunition belt was wrapped around his waist. This is what the Reverend-Colonel of the American Fundamentalist Church had been reduced to. This is what had become of "America's Pope." Graham had been on the run from Third Republic forces since the 1974 collapse of the New Jerusalem government in Shicagwa. For seven years, Graham and the Council of Jehovah had been in a state of political exile while also occasionally attacking Third Republic convoys or attacking police. Slowly, for seven years, Graham had been building up money and supplies to carry out a "holy war" against both Ailes and Nixon, whom he viewed as total traitors and backstabbers of his best friend Charles Oswald. Now, Graham was ready to make his final moves. The time for the Holy War to take back Shicagwa had begun. The subjugation of the whole continent and the restoration of America's "manifest destiny" were his ultimate goals. And he would do whatever he needed to do to accomplish those goals.

Graham adjusted his boot laces and then left the cabin. Outside, several Council of Jehovah goons wearing civilian hunting equipment and old NUSA military gear gave him the fascist salute.

"All hail the Honorable William Graham!" they shouted in unison, their arms straight as boards.

"All hail Jehovah Most High!" Graham returned the salute. These men had been with him since the Fall of Shicagwa. They had been with him through thick and thin. His Papal Guards. "Now, gentlemen, if you will be so kind as to follow me, we're about to conduct a mission. This will finally get us enough funds to start our revolt!"

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Main Street of Goodwin, South Dakota, Third Republic...
Later that same day...

Blam. Blam. Blam.

The sirens were going off. Two dead bodies were lying on the floor. The people were screaming. In the doorway of the First Bank of Goodwin stood Billy Graham and twelve of his goons. All of them were toting machine guns. As the terrified bank tellers were brutally assaulted by the goons, they forced them and the rest of the customers in the bank to bow to Graham, shrieking, "Bow your heads in respect while in the presence of the Reverend-Colonel, you heathen!"

Graham stood there menacingly for a few seconds looking over their hostages, and then shouted, "All right, men, we have ten minutes to do the Lord's work and then get the hell out of here. This bank has forty million in it according to our insider information. Get moving!"

The eight Council of Jehovah men who weren't guarding the hostages brought in massive duffel bags and a small bomb. In seconds, using their military training, they had the vault doors blown wide open. The stacks of money and the gold bars and the coins all went flying into the bags with clockwork precision. Graham watched out the window, waiting to hear the sound of sirens. "This is a big day, folks! You're about to witness the Army of the Lord wipe out every single dollar from this bank. And then you're gonna hear a lot about us in the future. We're going to put the fear of God back into you traitorous, lecherous cretins. Honor and the True Faith will be restored to this nation again!" The sound of sirens could now be heard. Graham tilted his head to listen and then said calmly, "Ah, here come the piggies."

"The Revolution is now!" cried the terrorist goons. Several of them took up positions at the bank windows.

About ten police cars pulled up in the parking lot. Around forty cops swarmed out, weapons raised, thinking they were confronting traditional bank robbers.

Suddenly, about ten rifles opened fire from on top of the bank, sending the police reeling back to cover. About fifteen cops were down on the pavement, riddled with bullets. Graham had secret back-up on the bank roof.

Graham stepped outside with a megaphone to address the police, now quivering in fear behind their cars. "This is Billy Graham, supreme leader of the Army of the Lord and the Council of Jehovah, Reverend-Colonel of the American Fundamentalist Church. I have returned from my tribulations in the wilderness! I have long awaited this day. I have long foreseen it and your deaths in prophecy. Flee for your lives or surrender your arms, or we will be forced to kill you and everyone in this bank."

The cops were absolutely petrified at this point. When one broke rank and stood up, trying to aim his revolver at Graham, a sniper took his head off.

"As you can see, I do not fear death. I do not fear your pathetic guns. The Lord of Hosts is with me, and he will look over his faithful servant. Now, I am giving you thirty seconds to surrender your arms or flee or face total destruction and eternal damnation."

"Twenty seconds."

"Fifteen seconds."

"Ten seconds."

Suddenly, a rifle was thrown over the hood of a cop car. And then another. And another. Soon, every single policeman had surrendered to Graham's minions. Some of the snipers came down from the roof to guard the horde of prisoners. The police unit's only armored personnel carrier was commandeered by the terrorists, who threw the bags of money and the police weapons in it. Panic had started to break out in the entire town by this point, and the mayor was already heading for the hills. Over at the town hall, a strange banner was raised on the steeple. The flag itself was black, and a white sword was at the center, with the phrase, "Via Veritas Vita" over the sword. Graham pointed to the flag. "'I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life.' That is the flag of the Army of the Lord. That is the flag of the Revolution!"

"The Revolution is upon us, praise be!" cried the terrorists in unison. "There is no God but Jehovah, and William Graham is his Prophet!"

Graham smiled gleefully, "That is right my brothers and sisters! This nation is about to be cleansed of its sins! Together, we shall restore America to its rightful place! A nation with no damn niggers, Slavs, and papists! And no stinking apostates! Look around you. The black banner has been raised! No mercy for the heathen pigs! Via! Veritas! Vita!" At that, the goons opened fire on the unarmed policemen. In twenty seconds, every single one of the boys in blue was dead. Graham and his lunatic followers boarded their trucks and rolled out with tens of millions of dollars in the bag.

News of the "Goodwin Bank Massacre" traveled the nation. Jurgen Ailes, now 71 years old, almost had a heart attack at the news of Graham resurfacing. The AFC still held sway in the Third Republic, and many longed for Graham to return to power. But Ailes still wasn't convinced that Graham posed a truly national threat. "He took over a town in South Dakota for twenty minutes," Ailes reportedly said. But little did he know that Graham was about to strike in a major way, and it would bring the Third Republic to its knees.

THE SEVENTH DAY OF THE SEVENTH MONTH OF THE SEVENTH YEAR

Emergency workers sift through the rubble of the West & Sons Tower in Shicagwa (July 7th, 1981)​

On July 1st, 1981, Billy Graham was still on the loose after the Goodwin Massacre. The Third Republic made him their most wanted fugitive, replacing the mysteriously vanished war criminal Midas Goldstein. Still, even with thousands of soldiers and police hunting him all over the Third Republic, no one could find him. However, on July 1st, Confederate, Georgian-born investigative journalist Abraham Johnson agreed to be blindfolded and taken to an undisclosed location to conduct an interview with the "Prophet Graham." Johnson wore a tan jumpsuit and carried a fuzzy black-and-white video recorder, and Graham sat perched on a rock in a cave with several of his followers. Graham held a massive assault rifle and wore an old NUSA pot helmet over his head. The transcript of this interview is below:

JOHNSON: "Good afternoon, Reverend Graham."

GRAHAM: "The Lord willing, this interview will be mercifully short. I dislike talking to Southron dogs, but at least you will air my interview unedited. The same cannot be said of the Apostates."

JOHNSON: "Uh, yes, of course. Now, Reverend, I would like to ask you a few questions. Question number one: What is your purpose?"

GRAHAM: "Well, that's simple. To restore pure Fundamentalism to power over this continent, over this planet, and to flay all those who dare stand against my Father's Will. The Army of the Lord and the Council of Jehovah are waging a war for freedom, and the American way. We don't want to kill everyone who isn't a part of our Faith, rather, we want to convert them. Our call is the call of the AFC that was revealed to Patriot-Saint Aaron Burr almost 200 years ago. It is a call to the entire white race. To the Fittest! We have been entrusted to follow in the footsteps of the Prophet, Bless Burr's Soul, and to communicate his message to all nations. It is an invitation that we extend to all the nations to embrace American Fundamentalist Christianity in its purest form."

JOHNSON: "Lately you've taken to calling yourself Prophet Graham. Can you explain this title?"

GRAHAM: "Of course, that is but a simple inquiry with a simple answer: I am a prophet. I can see the future. I can communicate with Jehovah. He speaks through me."

JOHNSON: "God reveals the future to you?"

GRAHAM: "Yes, boy. I go into a trance, and from this trance I can see visions. Visions of what has been, visions of what is, and visions of what is to come."

JOHNSON: "With all due respect, that sounds quite mad. Do you have proof? What has been? What have you seen?"

GRAHAM: "In a series of visions I had while in my Tribulations in the Dakota Wilderness, I saw the martyrdom and ascension of Patriot-Saint Arnold at Valley Forge. I saw him take the bullet for the Great Prophet Burr, blessed be his soul. I saw it as if with my own eyes. I witnessed the foundation of our faith."


JOHNSON: Well, then... what is? You have visions of the present time? How is this possible?"

GRAHAM: "Through Jehovah and the Great Prophet, blessed be his soul, all things are possible. It is sort of what you could call an 'out of body experience.' My soul departs from my body during my trance and God shows me the schemes and plans of the Apostates. That is partly how I avoided capture during my exile."

JOHNSON: That's very... uh, interesting. What is to come?"

GRAHAM: "I have foreseen a great apocalypse the likes of which the world has never seen. Fire and brimstone shall rain upon the Earth, and upon all the nations thereon. The governments of the Apostates shall collapse into anarchy and chaos. The Ministerial Throne in Shicagwa shall be my seat once again. And Jehovah will come down to judge all the peoples of the Earth. But we must first fulfill multiple other prophecies to bring this about. Essentially, we must wipe the slate clean to prepare for the Second Coming and the beginning of the 1000 years of American Empire."

JOHNSON: "What the devil are you talking about? What do you mean about slates and preparing?"

GRAHAM: "None so blind as those who do not see. My boy, I am talking about taking down every government on this planet. Nuclear warfare. The Big One. Nuclear bombs shall destroy much of this planet. We shall eliminate the Inferiors once and for all. Asia and Africa shall smolder. Eastern Europe will be an ash heap. Rome shall burn and Catholicism perish. The babel of the United Nations, the stooge of the Luciferian French-Fop Bonapartist Empire, shall be annihilated. And then all the world will be formed into the American Empire, a globe-spanning mega-state the likes of which no one has ever seen! Satan shall be defeated and America, the New Jerusalem, shall reign over this planet for 1000 years, the Survival of the Fittest finally carried out to its conclusion."

JOHNSON: "What drugs have you been taking, Graham? You are talking genocide on an unimaginable scale. Wiping out entire races and continents. That is pure evil."

GRAHAM: "Oh, at least 5 billion will die. At least. A small price to pay to fulfill the Book of Revelation!"

JOHNSON: "What if you're wrong. America is a backwater now. The NUSA dissolved in a horrendous bloodbath. What if America quite simply isn't the Fittest?"

GRAHAM: "You Southrons and your arrogance. Can you not see these are the tribulations of the End Times? God is testing who shall remain loyal to Him and the True Faith. In the Good Book, it says during the End Times, there will be mockers who deride the idea of the Second Coming. Who say it cannot happen. This is a test. The Army of the Lord and all true followers of the AFC are acing this test. The same cannot be said of you and your ilk, boy. America's might shall be restored! America shall dominate once again!"

JOHNSON: "That is the most disturbing story I've ever heard. And it's just that, a story. A stupid, horrid story based in your demented death-cult. What are you actually going to do, anyway?"

GRAHAM: "This is the big question, isn't it? Well, I shall reveal to you my newest prophecy. On July 7th, 1981, six days from now, it shall be the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year since my exile began. 7-7-7. Seven is the number of completion. On this day, 7-7-7, the Army of the Lord shall strike at the Apostate government of the Third Republic. We shall bring this nation to its knees and bring it back under Fundamentalist rule! Via! Veritas! Vita! Beware, for on 7-7-7, the world shall change forever. Now, have a good day, Johnson. May God have mercy on your misguided soul."

JOHNSON: "Yes, I've had quite enough of this terroristic nonsense. I shall show the world just how deranged and demented you truly are, Graham. Good day to you."

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On July 7th, 1981, Third Republic Airlines Flight 777 was hijacked by Army of the Lord terrorists John Gipson, a 24 year-old former mechanic, Daniel Garner, a 40 year-old Council of Jehovah bodyguard, and Sherwood Blair III, a 32 year-old junior minister. Holding 395 passengers up with several submachine guns, the terrorists killed the pilots and took control of the plane, steering it toward Shicagwa.

Meanwhile, Ailes, already with security on high alert because of Graham's threats, felt safe that he was not at risk of assassination, deep within his bunker under the People's Palace on Burr Avenue. A young bodyguard, Private First Class Willard Crawford Pike, revealed himself to be a Graham agent. With a semi-automatic pistol and screaming "There is no God but Jehovah, and William Graham is his Prophet!", Pike fired multiple rounds at Ailes before being shot dead by other bodyguards. Ailes had been hit once in the shoulder and twice in the stomach. Despite an entire hospital's worth of medical staff trying to save him within minutes, Ailes nevertheless passed away. Approximately 30 minutes later, ten miles up town, Flight 777 smashed dead-center on the West & Sons Tower, the tallest building in Shicagwa. Thousands of emergency workers turned out to try to save the building and its occupants, but it collapsed at approximately 5:38 pm. Over 3200 people were burned or crushed to death in the collapse.

A state of nationwide emergency was declared by Julius Caesar Woods, Ailes hand-picked successor. Woods watched in horror as several more attacks occurred throughout the Third Republic. At half of the nation's military bases, AFC extremist sleeper agents opened fire on their fellow soldiers. The TRS Michigania, a battleship anchored in Shicagwa Harbor on Lake Michigan, blew up in port, killing or wounding over 1000 sailors.

By the end of the night, over 5000 Third Republic citizens had lost their lives. Woods suspended the law and the constitution and took absolute, total power to face the crisis at hand. Tens of thousands of soldiers were deployed to the Dakotas to bring in or kill Graham. Woods, the next day, appeared with rescue crews at the ruins of the West & Sons Tower for a photo opportunity. Famously, he said, megaphone in hand, "They have brought this tower down. They have brought our leader down. But they're not going to bring down our national spirit. As we stand here now, I have launched the largest manhunt in history to seek out the worms responsible for these wicked acts of terror. We shall not stop until Billy Graham hangs from a tree!" The crowd exploded into cheers.

THE ASIAN AND CHINESE WARS
1980 - 1994

A Russian Republic soldier watches over a northern Chinese town from his machine gun nest (1980)​

When Chiang Kai Shek died in 1980, the power vacuum left China on edge. Russia's Sergei Romanov II was determined to use this to his advantage. He helped fund several Chinese generals' and admirals' attempts to take power in Peking simply to make sure the Chinese people were as divided as possible. The people of a number of Chinese-occupied nations were on the warpath for independence, and several rebellions were breaking out in southern Asia.

The ancient Chinese foe, Thailand (or Siam), was also undergoing civil unrest. On May 1st, 1980, hundreds of students marched into the Royal Palace in Bangkok and deposed the royal family, establishing a democratic system akin to the Columbian nations. This revolt spread to the nearby Chinese regions of Vietnam and Cambodia. Thai troops joined the revolutionary brigades in these regions and helped keep out the Chinese forces while order was restored. An attempted overthrow of Chinese authority in Burma ended in bloodshed and horror as Chinese troops rounded up and murdered thousands of civilians and conducted ethnic cleansing of rebellious groups. Facing such a huge threat, the rebel regions joined Thailand as the United Democracy of Indochina. Russia immediately sent military advisers and trainers down to aid the rebel forces. By August, things had spiraled out of control as an undeclared war between Russia and China saw Russian and Chinese troops killing each other in burning Indochinese villages. The United Nations, never one to be fond of Russia but unable to ignore the brutality of the Chinese, declared Indochina a humanitarian crisis zone and drew up plans with Russia for joint operations to effectively neutralize China as a great power.

Several Chinese leaders had risen and fallen in the brief period since the death of Chiang Kai Shek, but by September, a council of twelve generals had largely won out over all the others. Now, they rallied their people for the fight in the south and kicked their nuclear program into high gear. Russian spies revealed that within two years, China would have a nuclear missile.

Russian troops on the march in Cambodia
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In a race against time, the international and Russian forces desperately tried to secure independence for Indochina. Burma was a smoking crater, with over two million civilians rumored to have been murdered by the Chinese Army. In Vietnam, where the Chinese still were (just barely) in control, Thai pilots flying Russian-manufactured planes and airships blew up the northern border separating Vietnam from southern China. Revolution swept the streets and Vietnam declared itself to be a part of the United Democracy of Indochina. UDI and Russian troops marched into the major cities and arrested and executed swathes of Chinese officers for war crimes.

Romanov II made sure to give the Russian people a sense of moral superiority by playing up the extent of Chinese atrocities as much as possible. The 'Yellow Brute of Peking" became a popular slur for the Chinese Republic. Fascist Indonesia's helping China did not make things look better internationally. Indonesian officers (some former American ones) had been the ones who had advised the Chinese on how to conduct fast ethnic cleansing. But despite exaggeration, China was committing brutal acts of genocide, especially against the peoples of the southern regions and the Muslims.

Finally, things began cooling down in 1982, as Chinese troops finally were forced out of Burma for good. Russia was not done, however, with its crusade against China. Despite setbacks, the Chinese nuclear program was still active, with an estimated six months to go before working bombs could be made. On May 9th, 1983, Russian troops invaded the Korean Peninsula and declared it part of Russia. China immediately declared war. United Nations troops swarmed into Nepal, Sikkim, Bhutan and Tibet, establishing UN Mandates and installing puppet governments who received their orders from the newly established "United Nations Council of Sovereigns" in Cagliari, Sardinia. Facing total opposition from the rest of the world (except Indochina and South Africa), China knew it was on the path to total defeat. In a last ditch effort to end the war, the Chinese nuclear research scientists threw everything they had into two very small nuclear weapons. On October 20th, 1983, the first bomb, hidden inside a shipping container, exploded in the port of Reval, Governorate of Estonia, killing over 30,000 people and injuring 200,000 thousand more. China then issued a threat, saying that unless international forces immediately stopped hostilities, another bomb would go off somewhere in France.

This was a poor route for the Chinese to take. The Imperial Secret Service immediately located the conspiracy to detonate a bomb in Normandy and shut it down, easily finding and disarming the small nuke while it was being hidden on a cargo ship near the Horn of Africa. Russia was incensed, and Sergei immediately launched a retaliatory strike on China, nuking the city of Qufu, the place of origin of the conspiracy, killing 300,000 people. Further non-nuclear strikes occurred all over China, resulting in a total collapse of the Chinese government. In just a few short years, China went from a growing great power to a collection of shattered regions barely able to call itself a nation. Russian troops pressed onward to Peking and burned it to the ground, this being the second time Peking suffered such a fate, the first time being at the end of the Missionary War almost eighty years previously. Knowing a total occupation of mainland China was a foolhardy misadventure, Russia scorched the major cities and left, taking everything of value, from gold, to paintings, to books, to women, to vehicles, and more, as well as executing or absconding with all of China's nuclear experts and destroying all research. The Chinese people were furious and revanchist, but nothing could be done. Swarms of politicians and generals squabbled over who would next take the helm of China, but they knew China's glory days were behind her. Indochinese forces took the provinces of Guangxi and Guangdong to complete the national humiliation. China had lost a third of its empire and millions of soldiers and citizens. But even more would die.

Russian troops in northern China (1983)​

What was left of the Republic of China was left to its own affairs, and the various regions turned on each other in a near post-apocalyptic resource war. The southern regions, heavily influenced by their Old Dutch overlords, formed the Republic of Hunan in July of 1984. The province of Sichuan formed the Free State of Sichuan in August. In October, a group of revolutionaries north of Hunan declared the Republic of Central China. These new nations went to war over six times in ten years, culminating in the Great Chinese War, where the Republic of China (commonly known as North China) and Sichuan battled Hunan and Central China over a series of longstanding, almost incomprehensible border and trade disputes (this war was technically a spin-off conflict of the Third Sichuan-Central Chinese War).

List of the Chinese Wars (1984 -1994):​

• First Sichuan-Central Chinese War (December, 1984 - March, 1985)
• Muslim Insurgency in Sichuan (December, 1984 - August, 1990)
• Second Sichuan-Central Chinese War (November, 1985 - April, 1986)
• Hunan-Sichuan War (August, 1986 - September, 1986)
• Republic of China-Central Chinese War (December, 1986 - February, 1988)
• Third Sichuan-Central Chinese War (June, 1988 - March, 1990)
• Great Chinese War (March, 1990 - November, 1994)

Overall, over twenty million people are alleged to have died because of direct or indirect consequences of the Chinese Wars. Even though the world was used to bloody genocidal wars, this was considered especially horrific, on par with the worst fighting during the fall of the New United States. Samuel Barrow, one of Virginia's leading politicians during this period, called the Chinese Wars "one of the biggest, most catastrophic, and most pointless disasters in human history." In the late 1990s, the United Nations would finally move to intervene and end the madness...

CAESARINA THE TERRIBLE
THE REGIME OF NAPOLEONA I

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"His Imperial Majesty, Napoleon VI, was a good ruler, it cannot be denied by any. Faced with a war he could not win, he did not win, but he did not lose, an almost unheard-of achievement. He then worked for greater European unity and stability with Kaiser Helmut Wilhelm I. Yesterday; he died at the age of 70 of cardiac arrest at his country estate near Versailles. The nation, and indeed all of Europe, mourns the Empire's loss."

-The Paris Times, November 18th, 1985

Caesar Napoleon VI's death was sudden and shocking. He was only 70, and had always been healthy and exercised often. His death on November 17th, 1985, threw Europe into a frenzy. Some doubted that the Empire would be able to compete with Prussia's strong Helmut Wilhelm II and worried Prussian culture would overtake the continent and the United Nations. However, their worries were unfounded, as the new Bonaparte ruler would prove.

Napoleona I was crowned Caesarina on November 25th, 1985, and the "pretty princess" mystique vanished immediately. Before, no one knew Napoleona's political beliefs, as she was largely a darling of the press and a fashion trend-setter. Now she became the tyrannical overlord. It rapidly became apparent that Napoleona had been incredibly spoiled. Her father had brutally crushed magazines and papers which had printed rumors of her extramarital affairs, and she had always gotten everything she ever wanted. As her rule took hold, her political enemies began to fear for their lives. Her cousins in the Imperial satellites had their positions relegated to more ceremonial roles as she intimidated them into bowing even further to the Parisian throne. The 80 year-old Emperor Massimiliano IV of the Two Italies was the only one holding the line against her bloated power. When Massimiliano died under suspicious circumstances in 1986 at the age of 81, many said the Caesarina had ordered his death. Massimiliano V, a timid and thoroughly weak leader, succeeded his father at age 56, and began kissing Napoleona's ring.

Culture began to change radically during the beginning of the "Napoleona 80s." Men began wearing suits reminiscent of the era of Napoleon I, with large, starched collars and ascots (even top hats made a brief resurgence), and women began to wear strange, Roman-inspired linen dresses in the style of that same period, with the front of the legs being exposed up to the knee but the rear of the dress coming down to the ankles.

Above: Typical examples of early 19th century style which inspired European fashion in the 1980s.
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Music took on a much more classical, early 1900s style, and the hip-shaking, loud, bizarre "Paris Club Sound" of the 1970s went completely out of style. Entertainment became much less "happy," with gritty, depressing dramas dominating literature and motion pictures. Napoleona was a strict Catholic, and she said of the era previous to hers, "The 1970s were loud and obnoxious and immoral. Packs of rapscallions smoked hash in a 'club' and discussed Eastern mysticism while naked women danced on tables. Disgusting. That era is over." Indeed, Napoleona didn't influence the era of the 1980s-90s, she literally created it by force. Things were basically the same from that point onward in her rule. By the Turn of the Millennium, the new "Napoleonaic Style" had become the face of modern Europe.

Napoleona was strongly anti-corruption, which actually meant she thought no one but herself should be trusted with government power. This alienated the many liberals and moderates living within the Empire, and caused massive protests in Paris, Lyons, and Vienna. The Vienna Protests of May 1st, 1990, would prove to be one of the most key moments in Napoleona's rule. Over twenty thousand liberal and anarchistic protesters united outside the Palace of Vienna while recently-deceased war hero Baron Adolf von Branau, who had died at the ripe-old age of 101, was lying in state. Things rapidly escalated as portraits of Napoleona were burned on an overturned police car. Carrying Austrian flags, some three hundred protesters gathered weapons and marched to the Adler beer hall, just two blocks away. There, they rallied with more anti-government forces and then marched back to the Palace for what they thought would be a toppling of the Imperial government and the establishment of Austrian independence. What followed was a complete bloodbath. Police and military forces opened fire and annihilated the attempted coup. Over 280 men and women lost their lives and over 500 more were arrested by riot police. Tanks rolled into the city and von Branau's body was evacuated. Napoleona gave orders to make sure the rebellion was completely crushed. For twenty-nine days, which became known as the Days of May, the government and Austrian nationalists clashed in the streets. The violence spread to Bohemia and Hungary, but was immediately crushed there. At last, the Austrian nationalists were routed in a final, massive riot on May 30th, 1990, in which 100 rebels and 30 police were killed, and the rebel leadership was captured and executed for treason.

As the new millennium approached, things were ominous in Europe. Nationalistic movements were more popular than they had been since the French Revolution, and the Russian Bear laid in wait on the eastern borders. As the 2000s arrived, the world braced itself...

WAR, IT'S JUST A SHOT AWAY: 1996

Charles Oswald II, sometime during the Army of the Lord crisis in the Third Republic

"A storm is threatening
my very life today
And if I don't get some shelter
I'm going to fade away
War, children, it's just a shot away.
It's all just a shot away"
-Southron political activist and songwriter Bernard Farley, 1996
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After the 7-7-7 attacks, a civil war made the Third Republic eat itself. For ten years, Graham waged an insurgent war, savoring in the destruction of society. At last, in November of 1991, faced with no other option and following a month-long siege, Shicagwa was evacuated and the Army of the Lord came marching in.

Julius Caesar Woods (arm raised in a victory salute) greets his officers sometime before fleeing Shicagwa
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The Siege of Shicagwa was a nasty affair, with countless innocents being killed in the fighting. Tanks and cars, on fire, lit up the night and made the city look like a metropolitan precinct in Hell. Wild cheers came up from throngs of AFC loyalists as Army of the Lord rebels came pouring in. Those Third Republic troops or officials still present were brutally beaten, tortured and executed. The Second Jerusalem was proclaimed as Reverend Graham entered the city on the back of white stallion and wearing a blood-colored uniform. As he arrived at his old stomping grounds at the "Anti-Rome," the palace for the old Reverend-Colonels near Burr Avenue, he "began weeping tears of joy." Thousands watched as he entered the building and raised the black flag of his revolution on the steeple. "The fear of God has been restored in this city! With Jehovah on our side, we will bring this same sort of justice to the Apostate's nation! Nixon shall pay for his crimes!"

This horrible outcome in the Third Republic Civil War ended with a religious police state being imposed on the entire nation. Oswald II's Lone Republic of Texas supported this new government with weapons and funding, as well as advisers and technical experts. By 1995, the government's place had been secured and a referendum was scheduled for August of 1996 to decide whether the Lone Republic and the Second Jerusalem would unite into a single country. This touched off a hotbed of world-wide controversy. The United Nations and the Confederacy has promised to never again allow any of the former New United States to reunite or combine. Now, Graham and Oswald II were slapping them in their faces. Russia, meanwhile, was secretly supportive of Yankee nationalism, insofar as it would combine only the Third Republic and Texas (with FARNE being its rival), as it would provide an enemy for Europe and the Confederacy and distract them from Russia's plan for total Eurasian domination. The 65 year-old Sergei Romanov II greatly feared Napoleona and sought to keep her busy internationally and to keep her away from his sphere of influence.

Thus was born the 1996 Third Republic Crisis. Chuckie Oswald II, the owner of a splendid little collection of nuclear missiles, was on the verge of becoming co-master of the Second Jerusalem. If that happened, a war to reconquer Louisiana would be almost assured to connect Texas to Shicagwa. A spokesman for Oswald and Graham, ORRA Sky Marshal Gomer Camden, who had led the Texas coup in the 1970s that had set up Oswald's Lone Republic, took to the airwaves on May 1st, 1996, to speak to the world. "If any country attempts to use military force against our people," Camden said, "We shall not hesitate to use our nuclear weapons. We do not fear death. We do not fear war. If you want to start World War II and nuke this planet, go ahead. But you shall not stop the American people from fulfilling their Manifest Destiny. Via! Veritas! Vita!"

Napoleona was backed into a corner now. Facing absolutely massive unrest at home, she had several options on what steps to take, all of them horrifying. The first option was to let the reunification happen, making her a laughing stock to Russia and the rest of the world. Another nightmarish NUSA-state would likely arise, creating a genocidal hell-hole out of North America once again. The second option was to launch an invasion and total UN occupation of the Lone Republic and the Second Jerusalem. Nuclear war could follow, with the Confederacy likely being snuffed out. Europe would likely have to evolve into a total martial law state under herself and Helmut Wilhelm II just to remain a secure nation. California and FARNE would face an uncertain future.

At last, the day of the referendum arrived, and an overwhelming majority of the two nations voted to unite. The Liberated American States Republic (LASR) was proclaimed. Nothing followed as response from anyone except verbal condemnation from the entire world. Russia saw Napoleona as weak for the first time. Even in the eyes of her subjects, there began to be doubts about if she could handle the growing Russian and now American threats. The coming of the New Millennium would make or break her future, as well as the future of Europe...

Map of the World in 2000​

 

[Zoidberg12]

THE NEW CENTURY: EVE OF DESTRUCTION

FARNE dictator George Bush II
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When Richard Nixon died in 1998 at the age of 85, a political era was over. He was one of the last remaining leaders alive from the days before the fall of the NUSA, and, as a 1990s Russian political analyst said, the only one who showed any sanity. Leslie King, Jr., Nixon's wingman during the coup that ousted Oswald I, retired to a quiet life in New Hampshire. This left the doors open for an entirely new generation of lunatics to take power in the Former American Republic of New England. George Bush II, son of a former National Guard commander who served under Joe Steele, was chosen by the nation's elite to head up the new government, with Hadrian Romney as Vice-President. Bush and Romney were hardcore racists and fascists, and despite the growing threat from LASR, they refused to deal or ally with the Southrons or Europeans. This was to prove disastrous.

While the United Nations were intervening in China in the spring of 1999, hostile feelings between FARNE and LASR escalated to near-war following several exchanges of rifle fire on the heavily militarized border. On July 4th, Bush and Romney hosted a massive military parade in Boston to intimidate the Second Jerusalem. LASR countered by deploying troops to its borders. Wary of the Confederacy allying with FARNE, LASR built up defenses along the Louisiana border. Oswald II took personal control of the LASR military, while Graham gave the political orders and readied the nuclear arsenal. Things were the definition of bleak.

LASR troops move along entrenchments during the 1999 crisis
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Things were spiraling so out of control that at any second, one side might start shooting and both sides would almost definitely launch nukes. Instead of eventually deescalating, the crisis continued indefinitely. Neither side showed any interest in backing down, and millions were mobilized for any potential outbreak of violence.

Meanwhile, back in Europe, Napoleona was determined to never be humiliated again. She told her advisers in a council meeting on August 15th, 2000, that "The next time we are faced with such a crisis, we are to go into Level 6 response. That means, gentlemen and gentlewomen, that we should prepare for the worst possible outcome for this planet."

Suicide rates across the world sky-rocketed. Feeling that life was literally not worth living anymore, many people began to kill themselves. From middle-aged housewives found hanging in the closet to slicked-haired Confederate businessmen leaving their sportcars running in their closed garages, the epidemic of suicide made headlines everywhere. Mental illness due to stress also reached epidemic scale. One of the most infamous breakdowns in history occurred during a televised gathering of cardinals in Rome, Vatican State, on Christmas Day, 2000. Giovanni Martini of Florence suddenly flung his hat to the floor and began wailing in front of millions of viewers.

"We are DOOMED. What will it take to get you people to see we are dead! DEAD! We did this to ourselves! We are a pack of sorry sinners who completely destroyed our once proud nations and are about to destroy earth! We are all going to die! We are all going to die! This city, this nation, and this world are doomed. Farewell, for I do not wish to see the day when atomic fire rains from the sky. See you in Hell, where we all belong."

At that, Cardinal Martini flung himself through a stain-glass window and plummeted thirteen stories to his death. The Vatican councils were never again broadcasted live.

The Martini suicide greatly disturbed a huge number of people. But nothing could be done. The only way by this point that anyone could have deescalated the crisis would have been to destroy their own nation. The bunker business experienced a boom, and everyone began to feel that megadeath was only months away. The streets became either extremely quiet or extremely violent, with looters and those experiencing existential crises having violent panic attacks. In the Confederacy, ONE terror attacks also made life hell. In Europe, Beutelists and anarchists experienced a new wave of popularity. Dozens of minor and major officials from all over Europe were assassinated.

For several years, things continued getting worse. By 2006, the world was a hopeless shell, barely going through the motions of civilization. However, the end of the madness was at hand...

ZERO HOUR

Like a loved-one hooked up to a thousand life-support devices just to keep their heart pumping, sometimes it is best for all involved to pull the plug. There is an end for everything. Our forefathers were arrogant, stupid, and violently psychotic. They were out of control and did not have mastery over any of their emotions.

From the actions of FARNE, to the terrible leadership exhibited by Europe, 2006's Second World War was the worst thing to occur in the history of mankind. Without the use of nuclear weapons, the paranoia and hatred could have dragged on for decades more. Hundreds of millions died in WWII. But humanity survived. There was no total destruction of humanity. It took over 100 years, but we picked ourselves up again. Japan was sunk into the sea. Britain was flooded and irradiated. Places like Poland and Louisiana were so wracked by nuclear bombs that to this day nothing really lives in those areas. In the future, people will once again live there. And in New York. In Shicagwa. In London. In Paris. It will take time. It will not be easy. But together, humanity shall overcome the adversities created by its last several generations and bring about a glorious world-wide empire of peace. Where no one shall know war or famine, or violence or shooting. Where we will all live together in understanding and harmony.

That is why, on this date, January 1st, 2110, we are proud to proclaim the Federated Empire of the Americas. This is the dawn of a glorious new day for humanity. For decades, starting in the 2070s, the Federation of American States struggled to survive in the post-War environment. But Philip McCoy found a way to unite us all under his banner, and created an Empire forged from the annexation of 189 nations all over the Americas. May God bless us all as we seek to do His will, and the Emperor's. Long live Emperor Philip I of the Americas! Long may he reign!
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-FAS Prime Minister Logan Spears, January 1st, 2110 (104 years after the bombs fell)

It is impossible for experts to know who fired the first shot. Who fired the first nuke. But on June 6th, 2006, the world as it had been was destroyed. Shicagwa, Boston, Rome, and Paris all went at about the same time, burned up in the atomic fire. Richmond, Newport News, Moscow and Berlin went next. The Romanov family was completely wiped out. Napoleona survived the initial nuclear strikes, but hanged herself in her bunker. The massive Bonaparte-Hapsburg family was flung all over Europe, and well into the 2100s, various princelings and nobles gathered troops and weapons to fight each other, like some sort of bizarre post-modern return to the Middle Ages.

Russia, for the most part, never recovered. Its population decimated and its far-flung empire now well out of its zone of control, it became a permanent war-zone where bands of soldiers pillaged on a daily basis and rode across the steppes, like their ancestors, burning and raping all along the way.

Prussia was almost completely destroyed. Russia detonated hundreds of nuclear bombs on Prussian soil. The Hohenzollerns vanished from the pages of history, never to be heard from again.

The Confederacy was turned into a radioactive wasteland by both LASR and FARNE. Almost everything was completely destroyed. Fallout lay thickest near Newport News, formerly one of the greatest cities ever built. Tens of millions died in just the strikes at Virginia alone.

LASR was completely destroyed. Texas was wiped off the map. Charles Oswald II escaped the nuclear fires somewhere in a bunker complex in the southern part of Texas. He emerged in the 2010s to try to reclaim his nation, but most laughed in his face. He died at age 69, alone, penniless, and in a ghetto gutter near Fort Lehr, Texas, in 2022, a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a 22. round in his face.

FARNE was also almost totally annihilated. George Bush II and Romney fled to Quebec (or Keybeck as the Americans had taken to calling it since the 1980s). They survived in a fallout bunker complex high in the mountains, but never again rose to prominence. In 2010, Midas Goldstein, the 102 year-old unrepentant "Black Jew of Camp 222," was captured by an Inferior band of looters near Toledo. The old man was brutally tortured and murdered, stabbed and shot an estimated 220 times. William Graham supposedly stood on the roof of "Anti-Rome" clothed in a white flowing tunic as the air raid sirens wailed, his arms extended as if to greet Jesus in a Second Coming. He was turned into a pillar of dust as the first European nuke slammed into Shicagwa. America's 200 year quest for Manifest Destiny was finally ended, and the AFC cult never again recovered.

The largely neutral Kingdom of California, meanwhile, experienced less nuclear catastrophe. California expanded the number of its districts greatly when it occupied the majority of LASR and Mexico following WWII. However, when the McCoy's Federation emerged on the East Coast during the 2070s, California invaded, trying to secure its position as master of the Americas. Instead, over-extended and under-equipped, California lost in a humiliating fashion and was eventually annexed into the Federation on October 1st, 2093.

In South America, Peru was completely wiped out. European missile bases there were among the first targets for American bombs. In the end, South America was plunged back into an almost pre-Columbian era. Warring tribes and militias fought each other over valuable resources and the jungles slowly began to reclaim the once-great metropolitan areas.

In Africa and the Middle East, the UAE saw hundreds of European, South African, and American nukes send their culture back to days of Mohammed. The Empire crumbled and hundreds of local warlords and sheiks set themselves up as dictators of innumerable states. The old Imperial Family was killed. The Republican Union of South Africa was largely wiped out by Egyptian and European nukes. The white ruling class had largely cleansed the nation of blacks, and in the years following the WWII's end, white militias and groups kept blacks from ever moving back in, but still could never unite under a single banner like the old RUSA.

In Asia, the Chinese nations and Japan were completely destroyed, largely by Russia. Hundreds of millions died in hours. Japan was largely sunk into the sea, never again to have any sort of culture that really amounted to anything. Indonesia was also hard-hit by Russia, and the white fascist government collapsed, but managed to hit Russia and its allies back before it was too late. Indochina was largely uninhabitable until the 2020s.

After all this atomic warfare, a nuclear winter settled itself over the planet. Temperatures plunged, making central South America more like Canada. Culture and the arts would not even exist for several decades. Millions of refugees saw themselves getting literally enslaved to local warlords all over the planet. Those who ruled successfully usually had the most gold and the best weapons. The people of Witchiganee, former South Carolina, could brag they held one of the old atomic warheads, unused, and still capable of hitting anywhere on earth. Eventually, the people there killed each other in a series of civil wars, and the Federation moved in to secure the site.

And thus ended the Old Era. It had begun during the War of 1812, and it had ended when those first bombs fell on 6-6-06. Mutually Assured Destruction had ravaged the entire planet and sent it back to the 15th Century. Mankind had been left to its most radical hatreds and violent urges, and it wiped itself out. Unchecked and unrestricted hatred, religious intolerance, racism, and xenophobia had consumed the majority of the world's population. They killed each other. Like so many insane lunatics, they were willing to roast the planet. But what was it really over? Why did they do it? Why were so many people led into believing in cults, dictators, and tyrants, all over the world, and why did they seem to revert back to that under figures like Emperor Philip? The world may never know. But it happened that way, and it can happen anywhere, at any time, and at any place. For mankind, for all its glorious achievements, is a mad animal, and all it takes is a little push to send it careening off the cliff into murder and genocide and atrocities. It seems to be human nature to give too much power to too few people for too long. And those too few leaders stayed in power because they knew these things. They knew that as long as their people had an enemy, be it American, Slav, Irish, Black, White, Catholic, Protestant, and the rest, they would turn a blind eye as their freedoms were eroded. Thus, this twisted story seemingly about mankind's demise is actually about the quest for absolute power, and about the madness this power creates in its possessors.

First they came for the Beutelists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Beutelist.
Then they came for the Irishmen, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not an Irishman.
Then they came for their political enemies, and I did not speak out—
Because I did not want to become a political enemy.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.

And then there was no one left at all.​