So.....A Danish-Norwegian war? Because I don't think the Norwegian government would obey to what looks to be an ultimatum by Denmark.
A Shift in Priorities - Sequel
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When I was young, I observed that nine out of ten things I did were failures. So I did ten times more work.
(George Bernard Shaw)
Work was never-ending. But that was all right. – Ziu Jìngmĭn’s kin had survived the big bedlam down south, at least most of them. Yet, Jìngmĭn had been one of the Children of Zhúlóng – and somehow the family had learnt of it. So, she had been cast out – or rather been declared dead in public. A human being without family was… not a human being. Liang Sicheng, her boss, and the inner core of the staff had to serve as her surrogate family. Hence, working ever so much was fine.
Běijīng was still growing. More and more people were arriving from the south. While Fēilóng had killed people in the north wholesale – and had severely ravaged the centre, the south had hardly been affected at all. It was still overpopulated – and releasing colonists by the score. Since full-scale resettlement of Liaodong, Jilin, Heilongjiang and Inner Mongolia had been stopped because of the cancer infestation, the provinces of Zhili, Shanxi and Shandong – and Běijīng in particular – were receiving the bulk of them.
Yeah, cancer was a huge problem. The Korean contractors were suffering from it as well. – Of course, not everybody was afflicted. The proportion was about one in forty, which was extremely high, the experts were claiming. Each case was tying up precious resources. And it was discouraging the colonists. Their morals were sagging. The south kept sending them – and quite a portion of them kept bolting. Jìngmĭn was wondering where the fugitives might be heading for.
After all, they had been chosen by lot. They couldn’t go back. And they were poor. They couldn’t bribe the authorities. – It was a mystery. Yet, Liang Sicheng thought it didn’t matter. Some shrinkage was normal. One had to build for those staying put. That already meant more work than one reasonably could handle. Hence, Jìngmĭn had to do more overtime.
(George Bernard Shaw)
Work was never-ending. But that was all right. – Ziu Jìngmĭn’s kin had survived the big bedlam down south, at least most of them. Yet, Jìngmĭn had been one of the Children of Zhúlóng – and somehow the family had learnt of it. So, she had been cast out – or rather been declared dead in public. A human being without family was… not a human being. Liang Sicheng, her boss, and the inner core of the staff had to serve as her surrogate family. Hence, working ever so much was fine.
Běijīng was still growing. More and more people were arriving from the south. While Fēilóng had killed people in the north wholesale – and had severely ravaged the centre, the south had hardly been affected at all. It was still overpopulated – and releasing colonists by the score. Since full-scale resettlement of Liaodong, Jilin, Heilongjiang and Inner Mongolia had been stopped because of the cancer infestation, the provinces of Zhili, Shanxi and Shandong – and Běijīng in particular – were receiving the bulk of them.
Yeah, cancer was a huge problem. The Korean contractors were suffering from it as well. – Of course, not everybody was afflicted. The proportion was about one in forty, which was extremely high, the experts were claiming. Each case was tying up precious resources. And it was discouraging the colonists. Their morals were sagging. The south kept sending them – and quite a portion of them kept bolting. Jìngmĭn was wondering where the fugitives might be heading for.
After all, they had been chosen by lot. They couldn’t go back. And they were poor. They couldn’t bribe the authorities. – It was a mystery. Yet, Liang Sicheng thought it didn’t matter. Some shrinkage was normal. One had to build for those staying put. That already meant more work than one reasonably could handle. Hence, Jìngmĭn had to do more overtime.
When a madman appears thoroughly sane, indeed, it is high time to put him in a straight jacket.
(Edgar Allan Poe)
The rain was coming in almost horizontally. And quite a lot of it was still to arrive. Great weather! Laurits Kjellberg was clutching his southwester while he was rushing to the next house. The lads here were playing cards – and drinking… Not good. But while the storm was raging, nothing was going to happen anyway. So, beefing and bitching wouldn’t help much. That was the trouble with those volunteers: they were no disciplined outfit, but a bunch of… kids, spoilt kids – well, and some were muppets.
Okay, one needed idealists for this job. Who else would do it? The Nasjonal Union consisted of old crocks – and these kids. – He exchanged some words with the blokes, reminded them not to get drunk – and hurried on. The HQ was nothing more than another shabby house, which had been connected to the ship’s radio room by a dedicated line. Sigurd was on duty; three runners were sleeping in a side room.
“Anything new?” Sigurd shook his head. “Nothing.”
Just waiting – and have nothing happening – was unnerving. The buggers in Kristiania were supposed to keep them updated. But since yesterday afternoon, no news had been received. What was going on over there? They even didn’t answer calls. Baffling… Now, the folks in the capital were amateurs as well. Had they just gone home for supper? You never knew…
Kirkwall was a disappointment. Everything had gone rotten. One had picked the few houses which still were reasonably leakproof, but even there you had mould and moisture in every corner. – Okay, there was nothing he could do right now. Sigurd was going to keep watch. His bedroll was cold and damp. Yuck! – Would Kristiania send the fire brigade to pick them up? Or would the Danes arrive first? Men at arms with gloomy faces?
The idea was to get lost, to hide on Mainland – should someone come to collect them. Starting violence was not intended. – It had been a helter-skelter adventure. Some more preparation time would have been great. But securing the Orkneys for Norway was a noble goal, wasn’t it? Would the Storting give in to Danish insolence – or would they stand up? – And how long would they have to endure in this awful place?
(Edgar Allan Poe)
The rain was coming in almost horizontally. And quite a lot of it was still to arrive. Great weather! Laurits Kjellberg was clutching his southwester while he was rushing to the next house. The lads here were playing cards – and drinking… Not good. But while the storm was raging, nothing was going to happen anyway. So, beefing and bitching wouldn’t help much. That was the trouble with those volunteers: they were no disciplined outfit, but a bunch of… kids, spoilt kids – well, and some were muppets.
Okay, one needed idealists for this job. Who else would do it? The Nasjonal Union consisted of old crocks – and these kids. – He exchanged some words with the blokes, reminded them not to get drunk – and hurried on. The HQ was nothing more than another shabby house, which had been connected to the ship’s radio room by a dedicated line. Sigurd was on duty; three runners were sleeping in a side room.
“Anything new?” Sigurd shook his head. “Nothing.”
Just waiting – and have nothing happening – was unnerving. The buggers in Kristiania were supposed to keep them updated. But since yesterday afternoon, no news had been received. What was going on over there? They even didn’t answer calls. Baffling… Now, the folks in the capital were amateurs as well. Had they just gone home for supper? You never knew…
Kirkwall was a disappointment. Everything had gone rotten. One had picked the few houses which still were reasonably leakproof, but even there you had mould and moisture in every corner. – Okay, there was nothing he could do right now. Sigurd was going to keep watch. His bedroll was cold and damp. Yuck! – Would Kristiania send the fire brigade to pick them up? Or would the Danes arrive first? Men at arms with gloomy faces?
The idea was to get lost, to hide on Mainland – should someone come to collect them. Starting violence was not intended. – It had been a helter-skelter adventure. Some more preparation time would have been great. But securing the Orkneys for Norway was a noble goal, wasn’t it? Would the Storting give in to Danish insolence – or would they stand up? – And how long would they have to endure in this awful place?
Sorry this isn't meant to be rude the first question. Is this story a bit of a socialist wank?
What type of communsim is britain? Are rhey starving and become north korea, or is this magical communism that works.
Did communist britian discredit socialism a bit in europe?
What type of communsim is britain? Are rhey starving and become north korea, or is this magical communism that works.
Did communist britian discredit socialism a bit in europe?
At the present moment in the story, the communist regime in Britain (IIRC, started as a reaction against a right-wing coup attempt against a Labour government), progressively failed, losing more colonies, and under an increasingly radical leadership, degraded standards of life to a more and more North-Korean level, until it collapsed and became depopulated due to an epidemic believed to have been created by the communist regime in Britain as a bioweapon. Said regime, while not looked with hostility by several continental nations for a long time, was also not seen as a desirable model.
So has it been used as a weapon to discredit the socialism and socialists as while socialist weren't actively helping them they do want them to win now they been proven massively wrong.
Which socialists? In Germany, they were quite successful but they (the party) failed to respond to several global events and the public's attention was grabbed by charismatic leaders from other parties (Hitler first, then Weller).
If this story is trying to discredit socialism, it took the long way to get there and set up a believable narrative of overlapping human stories where the events that transpired could have brought down any incumbent party.
No i mean a stick which zentrum and non-socialist german parties use to beat over the socialist, 'rosa and co caused british communsim' argument. I mean so far not every socialist government has been a success so germany will be less gun ho in supporting socialist regimes across the world such as Luxemburg trying to help the British socialist in the civil war, rosa and co became very hawkish hopefully thats stopped with the hawkishness.
altamiro
Banned
Germany while under social-democratic government supported the socialist side in the British civil war ITTL (an expy of the Spanish civil war with Churchill playing the approximately the role of Franco), and contrary to OTL Spain, the Socialists won. At the beginning they were actually very reasonable. Then they progressively radicalized and became more and more belligerent, while the social-democrats in Germany lost elections and Rosa&Co have simply faded into the background by simply losing much of their following and getting old. The UK were acting like, and correspondingly treated more and more like North Korea (except a North Korea with a massive navy carrying nuclear-tipped long range cruise missiles), until the epidemic broke out which not only depopulated Britain and Ireland entirely but also destroyed significant parts of Western Europe.
Okay thanks i was under the impression germany socialist were acting like revolutionary france trying to export the revolution. So they ain't some weird commies who want the red dawn. Also yeah i was confused on how British communist state was treated due to how much germany invested i was assuming this was north korea but everyone supported them.
So to confirm britian is north korea and is treated like north korea. They are a international pariah which both the left and right hate.
altamiro
Banned
At this moment in the story, Britain is a wasteland full of decaying corpses and various European nations are thinking of an unopposed land grab but do not really dare to go anywhere except some outlying islands, out of fear of contagion - nobody knows with any certainty where it came from and whether there is any reservoir population for it. There are fully protected military missions to recover nuclear warheads and keep them out of hands of non-state actors, but these are not terribly successful as the last years of the regime were chaotic and documentation was not up to snuff.
So wait britian collapsed got it. Any british people left alive how much of the UK died? So french and Scandinavian Colonisation of britian
Sorry need to ask this pre britian collapsing it was treated like north korea (everybody hates them and doesnt trust them) and is this tl north korea.
Btw did the ottoman get effect by the bio weapon?
altamiro
Banned
Just read the timeline. It's worth it.So wait britian collapsed got it. Any british people left alive how much of the UK died? So french and Scandinavian Colonisation of britian
Sorry need to ask this pre britian collapsing it was treated like north korea (everybody hates them and doesnt trust them) and is this tl north korea.
Btw did the ottoman get effect by the bio weapon?
I am its massive I'm on page 252 intervention in spain, porn, franco balls shot off, franco dead.
The true function of art is to criticize, embellish and edit nature… the artist is a sort of impassioned proof-reader, blue pencilling the bad spelling of God.
(H. L. Mencken)
The news that the famous painter Adolf Hitler had passed away unexpectedly on April 10th, 1958 – only ten days before his sixty-ninth birthday – came as a complete surprise for the artistic world. It had been known that the famous man was suffering from Parkinson’s, but this disease usually didn’t kill the patient. On the contrary, the specific shivering was largely held responsible for his artistic success. His recent heart problems, as it now turned out, had not been communicated to the public.
Of course, the news produced the predictable consequence that prices for his works started edging up. But that was normal. – Hitler’s oeuvre was highly comprehensive. The Red Period, the earliest one, alone comprised seventy-four paintings. The man truly had been a maniac when it came to doing oils. And the last one, the Blue Period, was unfinished – with five pictures still incomplete. It was a special boon for the experts.
The deceased’s life had been rich in variety and accomplishment: highly decorated veteran of the Great War, successful international hotelier, sweeping leader of the German Communist Party, ace painter of world fame. It was a pity that he hadn’t taken to writing. Yet, the art historians certainly would undertake to explain his world of thought through his paintings. Several of them were reported to have immediately contacted the family upon hearing of the bereavement.
On April 11th, the family announced that the obsequies were going to be held in San Remo on April 16th. The mortal remains would then be transferred to Vienna, where they would find eternal rest in a tomb at the Central Cemetery.
(H. L. Mencken)
The news that the famous painter Adolf Hitler had passed away unexpectedly on April 10th, 1958 – only ten days before his sixty-ninth birthday – came as a complete surprise for the artistic world. It had been known that the famous man was suffering from Parkinson’s, but this disease usually didn’t kill the patient. On the contrary, the specific shivering was largely held responsible for his artistic success. His recent heart problems, as it now turned out, had not been communicated to the public.
Of course, the news produced the predictable consequence that prices for his works started edging up. But that was normal. – Hitler’s oeuvre was highly comprehensive. The Red Period, the earliest one, alone comprised seventy-four paintings. The man truly had been a maniac when it came to doing oils. And the last one, the Blue Period, was unfinished – with five pictures still incomplete. It was a special boon for the experts.
The deceased’s life had been rich in variety and accomplishment: highly decorated veteran of the Great War, successful international hotelier, sweeping leader of the German Communist Party, ace painter of world fame. It was a pity that he hadn’t taken to writing. Yet, the art historians certainly would undertake to explain his world of thought through his paintings. Several of them were reported to have immediately contacted the family upon hearing of the bereavement.
On April 11th, the family announced that the obsequies were going to be held in San Remo on April 16th. The mortal remains would then be transferred to Vienna, where they would find eternal rest in a tomb at the Central Cemetery.
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Never thought I'd say it but RIP Hitler, cheers to you rast for some how making one of the most reviled and hated persons in history be quite sympathetic and dare I say it likable.
Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.
(Arthur Schopenhauer)
His friend and partner for many years Andreas Hermes had thrown in the sponge because of old age. Warily, Otto Schmidt was watching the Zentrum delegation enter the room. They were led by Rudolf Amelunxen, the inevitable native of Cologne you couldn’t escape when dealing with the papists. In his tow were Hans Kroll, Elisabeth Pitz-Savelsberg and that Bavarian whiz kid Franz Josef Strauß.
Yeah, that was a good indication for what they wanted: Amelunxen as vice chancellor and minister of… well, most probably finance. Kroll as foreign minister, Pitz-Savelsberg as minister for health, families and rhubarb, and Strauß as minister of war. – Okay, if he could talk Amelunxen into accepting the office of minister of the interior, it might even work.
It would be hard, though, to sell to his folks that the foreign ministry went to Kroll. The GDNP executive board had nominated Reinold von Thadden for the job. But von Thadden was a frigging cleric, a speechifying Protestant official. And Kroll was a professional diplomatist of renown. So, that should be okay – if he could place von Thadden at the exchequer.
It didn’t really matter; the chap had as little savvy for finance as he had for foreign policy. And he had Max Suhrbier ready to move in as first secretary of state under von Thadden. Max was a financial fox. It should work like a charm. – Pitz-Savelsberg could have health, families and rhubarb; that was uncritical. And Strauß had made a good job during the last four years. He would place Hans Wichard von Rochow as second man under the Bavarian; that should suffice.
Fine. – And Ernst Osterloh would look over Amelunxen’s shoulder. – All right then… He rose to shake hands with the papists.
(Arthur Schopenhauer)
His friend and partner for many years Andreas Hermes had thrown in the sponge because of old age. Warily, Otto Schmidt was watching the Zentrum delegation enter the room. They were led by Rudolf Amelunxen, the inevitable native of Cologne you couldn’t escape when dealing with the papists. In his tow were Hans Kroll, Elisabeth Pitz-Savelsberg and that Bavarian whiz kid Franz Josef Strauß.
Yeah, that was a good indication for what they wanted: Amelunxen as vice chancellor and minister of… well, most probably finance. Kroll as foreign minister, Pitz-Savelsberg as minister for health, families and rhubarb, and Strauß as minister of war. – Okay, if he could talk Amelunxen into accepting the office of minister of the interior, it might even work.
It would be hard, though, to sell to his folks that the foreign ministry went to Kroll. The GDNP executive board had nominated Reinold von Thadden for the job. But von Thadden was a frigging cleric, a speechifying Protestant official. And Kroll was a professional diplomatist of renown. So, that should be okay – if he could place von Thadden at the exchequer.
It didn’t really matter; the chap had as little savvy for finance as he had for foreign policy. And he had Max Suhrbier ready to move in as first secretary of state under von Thadden. Max was a financial fox. It should work like a charm. – Pitz-Savelsberg could have health, families and rhubarb; that was uncritical. And Strauß had made a good job during the last four years. He would place Hans Wichard von Rochow as second man under the Bavarian; that should suffice.
Fine. – And Ernst Osterloh would look over Amelunxen’s shoulder. – All right then… He rose to shake hands with the papists.
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