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To set things back on track, here's a new map! The DeviantArt version is here.

It's not the RDNA-verse, but here's something that came to mind while trying to get my creative juices up and running again. And realizing that no one really made a map cover for Mad Max, why not?

Mad Max, a classic franchise from Australian cinema, needs little introduction. And hopefully though this, you might learn a little bit about the setting and lore. As much as possible, I used elements from the various films, from the original to Fury Road (with a big smacking of The Road Warrior and Beyond Thunderdome for good measure), as well as creator George Miller's remarks about the latest movie being around 45 years after the end of civilization and Max's tales being more "James Bond" like in continuity's sake. Granted, there've been some new additions on my end, and some creative liberties, though as much as possible, they don't overshadow the main elements.

At any rate, this is a work of fiction. All rights, including Mad Max, belong to their respective owners.

All that being said, may you ride into Valhalla, shiny and chrome.

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Mad Max: Embers of the Outback Wasteland
(45 Years After the Fall)

My life fades, the vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time. When the world was powered by the black fuel, and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away....

- An elder of the Great Northern Tribe recounting his testimony to a History Man on the Fall.

No knows for certain what specifically brought down the civilized world. From what's survived, the late 20th Century A.D. provided various causes, which boiled over by the dawn of the 21st. While much has been muddled in both wasteland myth and common knowledge, enough could still be ascertained. At some point, a war in the Middle East had broken out. Backed by the superpowers, few expected what had been a local squabble to touch off a blaze that engulfed them all. The conflict escalated to the point that within a year, the entire region was left desolate and destitute, sparking a collapse of the global economy. The "Peak Oil" fears of experts, over the scarsity of what's come to be called "guzzoline," was only the beginning, however.

Combined with climate change and growing instability, this led to a series of Oil and Water Wars across the globe as the old status quo crumbled. As politicians continued to bicker on, and soldiers died on battlefronts inching closer to home, social unrest intensified. People who once enjoyed more than enough to have their fill soon found themselves wanting even basic necessities. Protests became riots, which in turn became more widespread. Nowhere was really safe, as even in countries like Australia, largely spared from the worst fighting, chaos came anyway. The government resorting to increasingly desperate measures to maintain order, from coupons and rationing to deploying the military in the tumultuous cities. In the Outback, the Main Force Patrol was established to keep the peace over the towns and highways, but strapped for funding its officers could only do so much against the biker gangs and nihilistic mobs rampaging about. It's during this time, the beginnings of the "white-line nightmare" as is sometimes called, that a copper called Max Rockatansky first entered the annals of legend, exacting revenge on those brutal criminals.

All the same, the world fell apart. Atomic war, it's known, finally ensued as the superpowers sought to annihilate the other over who would rule the ashes. Not that it mattered. The waters receded from the droughts and nuclear winter, leading to greater famine. In Australian cities, the lights went out on Wednesday morning, and didn't come back again. There was a whirlwind of looting and a firestorm of fear as people began fleeing into the countryside. Men began to feed on men, while many among the M.F.P. and even the very soldiers who once fought to keep citizens sleeping soundly at night had themselves become marauding gangs, ensuring that no one slept soundly at all. Among the most ruthless being one Col. Joseph Moore, who deserted with his men to carve out his own twisted vision of a new world order. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive in what had become the wasteland. Those who couldn't either died, became slaves and thralls, or worse. So it was, that soon it became all that many survivors knew.

It's been 45 years since the Fall. Many of the nihilistic mobs had died or dispersed in the intervening time, a victim of their own savagery, but those that remained have left a blighted scar over the old Outback. Among the most dangerous of these is the domain under the renegade Col. Moore, who had long since renamed himself the "Immortan Joe." From his Citadel, and with the help of his comrades Maj. Kalashnikov and a demented oilman called the People Eater, he lords over a "civilization" that's part warband, and part cult, his fanatical "War Boys" a threat to even his supposed subjects. Further north, refugees and invading soldiers stranded when the end came had turned into a barbaric collective of "Buzzards," known by their spiked vehicles, a penchant for living underground and their use of Russian. They remain a potent menace to all, though it's said they still fight the last war against the neighboring Devil Dogs, descended from Polynesian and U.S. Navy remnants yet otherwise no different from their ancient enemies. Meanwhile, the children and grandchildren of the corporate executives that once dominated Papua New Guinea had intermingled with the local survivors to form the Konglora Horde, looking to exact vengeance on those who doomed their forefathers to their fate.

Not all of these wasteland "states," for lack of a better term, are brutal. The Great Northern Tribe has come far from its origins as a group of ordinary citizens huddling in a refinery during the early years of the white-line nightmare. Arriving at the coasts to the north and banding with other survivors, they carved for themselves a beacon of sanity amidst a sea of madness. Then, there are Aborigines, which managed to hold out far away from the burning cities. Of them, the Yamatji in what was once the Gascoyne region are the most successful, establishing a light for others like them, and even Whites stumbling into their villages, to follow. The most surprising of all, though, would be the so-called "City of the Lost," also known as either "Tomorrow-morrow Land" or more properly, Sydney. At some point, a group of tribal children and escaping prisoners from Bartertown, a warlord-run city-state that fell prey to either the Buzzards or the Immortan Joe, arrived at the city ruins, who then proceeded to make it a thriving hub for those seeking their way home. Curiously, many of such groups owe their survival to the aid given by the one they call Max. It's unclear how valid these tales are, as if the "Road Warrior," "Man With no Name," "Raggedy Man" and M.F.P. officer are one and the same, he would have to be into his sixties, though given mutations it wouldn't be too outlandish.

The lands in-between these pockets of relative stability, however, are anything but, with the same being said even for those nominally under the more brutal domains. Some variations might be present in what passes for law, such as the the infamous Thunderdome, in which "two men enter, one man leaves." Though more often than not, the same "rules" that dictated the old biker gangs still prevail, for only the stronger or most ruthless could survive. Even if one somehow manages to escape the roving bands or avoid survivalists driven insane by isolation, nature can be just as cruel. For those trying to eke out an existence out here, it's a constant battle against killer dust storms, drought and the ever-present threat of starvation. Gone for many, the days when people didn't act like animals and lived in.

The general circumstances of these times do little to disprove the perception of a broken world. Even in the more benevolent wasteland states, society has regressed to tribal lines in various respects. The average denizen may look the part as well, usually donning animal skins, makeshift fashions and armor, or the ragged remains of old clothes. The English language itself has already begun changing with each regional slang or corrupted phrase mutating it into increasingly unrecognizable forms. Meanwhile, combat has largely devolved to raids or running "road wars" along the crumbling highways, usually fought with crossbows and melee weapons, often made from repurposed tools or scrap. The battered, weathered vehicles often seen in such battles, whether run by the black fuel or jury-rigged to run on biofuels, are seen as highly valuable, with the most "prosperous" of warlords being known for how ostentatious their customized bikes, armored cars or "War Rigs" can be. Of course, there are those with the means to scavenge or manufacture guns and ammunition to any significant degree, most notably seen with Maj. Kalashnikov's "Bullet Farm," giving them a key advantage. To say nothing of those who possess still-functional refineries, skilled mechanics and for those holding onto sanity, crucial knowledge and wisdom from a time long gone. Still, after all this time, guzzoline and water remain as hotly fought over and defended as in days of the Oil and Water Wars.

This much is known, for there are still actual beacons of proper civilization left unbeknown to most, if not all in the wasteland. Among the plans launched by the old leadership before the Fall was Operation Atlantis, or as some derisively called it, "Abbott's Folly." This involved ordering any military and M.F.P. assets still active in the Outback, or rather those who hadn't gone rogue, to fall back to defensible safe zones, and await further orders. The real purpose, however, was to buy time for the wholesale evacuation of the government to Tasmania, which had been been relatively isolated untouched by the chaos. Alongside these officials were loyalist elements of the Australian Army and those citizens deemed "useful" for one day restoring order across the nation. If there were any misgivings among those who took part, few expressed them openly when the end finally came.

Indeed, Australia still breathes, albeit in changed form. Tasmania remains the beating heart of the nation. While it's largely downsized to technological standards comparable to the 1950s, and its population seems constantly at risk of inbreeding, the so-called "Last Bastion" is the most advanced in the known post-apocalyptic world, with access to agriculture, sophisticated energy systems, military-grade equipment and some of the last functional communication arrays in all of Oceania. While most citizens enjoy freedoms on paper, in practice the Australian Army still wields significant influence over people's lives, touting the need to stand above the degenerates beyond as a new Eden, no matter the costs. Meanwhile, the Redoubts in what was Western Australia have held firm, if only paying lip service to the authorities in Hobart. The remnants of the Royal Australian Navy and local police forces fended off the gangs and mobs, creating a peculiar blend of 19th Century pioneer nostalgia and feudalism in all but name, in which the officers have become the new nobility, yet no single "commander" or fief lords over the others. Still, a rugged individualism and a semblance of the pre-Fall world endures here, its homesteads and vestigial highways held together through a reconstituted M.F.P.

While both of these enclaves of another age still long to reclaim their forefathers' country, they've long but given up on resorting to using aggressive means. In earlier years, the Last Bastion sought to turn decrepit overlords against each other, whether through covert missions deep into the wasteland or sending in deep-cover agents to prop up those who could be turned against other threats. Originally meant to deter would-be invaders from discovering their sanctuaries and minimizing undue risk on their military forces, it became clear that this was backfiring, as seen with the Immortan Joe, and that simply waiting for the hordes to wipe each other out was a fool's errand. Still, unwilling to either sterilize the landmass with their weapons or reveal themselves too soon, Commissioner Macaffee II came up with an audacious plan. Educated explorers, disguised as wanderers with information-laden tattoos all over their bodies, would work their way through the wasteland and establish a guild to spread knowledge where none existed. Occassionally, they would report back through radio to convey their findings, but whether or not the reclamation proceeds as planned, their aim to help lay the groundwork for a fallen world to begin again, using the more benevolent tribes as their proxies, has been bearing fruit.

Perhaps it's through those efforts that the tales of Max continue to spread. We know enough that even with the more fanciful stories, there really was such a man, for his exploits could not have been something fabricated wholly out of thin air. Even if he did exist only in the memories of those who claimed to have seen him, giving hope to a land in desperate need of one may perhaps be his greatest legacy.

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For some added info, the crumpled texture used is taken from here.


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This is utterly fascinating, thank you so much for doing this.

I'm sure Artist would love this (Admits he has an massive love for Australia in of itself), but I doubt he would care for Fury Road, or Immortal Joe. (Cares far more about the original movies. Road Wars all end, passing into myth, and civilization rebuild itself.)

Stuff like the Last Bastion and Redoubts are pretty interesting and fit in very well within Mad Max

It a shame about Bartertown given Aunite was the leader Joe could only dream about being within this Wasteland.

I do love the myths and stories about Max himself and names for himself across Australia, if he himself is not alive, than he lives on as a sorta title, or something like that.
 

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To set things back on track, here's a new map! The DeviantArt version is here.

It's not the RDNA-verse, but here's something that came to mind while trying to get my creative juices up and running again. And realizing that no one really made a map cover for Mad Max, why not?

Mad Max, a classic franchise from Australian cinema, needs little introduction. And hopefully though this, you might learn a little bit about the setting and lore. As much as possible, I used elements from the various films, from the original to Fury Road (with a big smacking of The Road Warrior and Beyond Thunderdome for good measure), as well as creator George Miller's remarks about the latest movie being around 45 years after the end of civilization and Max's tales being more "James Bond" like in continuity's sake. Granted, there've been some new additions on my end, and some creative liberties, though as much as possible, they don't overshadow the main elements.

At any rate, this is a work of fiction. All rights, including Mad Max, belong to their respective owners.

All that being said, may you ride into Valhalla, shiny and chrome.

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Mad Max: Embers of the Outback Wasteland
(45 Years After the Fall)

My life fades, the vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was we have to go back to the other time. When the world was powered by the black fuel, and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away....

- An elder of the Great Northern Tribe recounting his testimony to a History Man on the Fall.

No knows for certain what specifically brought down the civilized world. From what's survived, the late 20th Century A.D. provided various causes, which boiled over by the dawn of the 21st. While much has been muddled in both wasteland myth and common knowledge, enough could still be ascertained. At some point, a war in the Middle East had broken out. Backed by the superpowers, few expected what had been a local squabble to touch off a blaze that engulfed them all. The conflict escalated to the point that within a year, the entire region was left desolate and destitute, sparking a collapse of the global economy. The "Peak Oil" fears of experts, over the scarsity of what's come to be called "guzzoline," was only the beginning, however.

Combined with climate change and growing instability, this led to a series of Oil and Water Wars across the globe as the old status quo crumbled. As politicians continued to bicker on, and soldiers died on battlefronts inching closer to home, social unrest intensified. People who once enjoyed more than enough to have their fill soon found themselves wanting even basic necessities. Protests became riots, which in turn became more widespread. Nowhere was really safe, as even in countries like Australia, largely spared from the worst fighting, chaos came anyway. The government resorting to increasingly desperate measures to maintain order, from coupons and rationing to deploying the military in the tumultuous cities. In the Outback, the Main Force Patrol was established to keep the peace over the towns and highways, but strapped for funding its officers could only do so much against the biker gangs and nihilistic mobs rampaging about. It's during this time, the beginnings of the "white-line nightmare" as is sometimes called, that a copper called Max Rockatansky first entered the annals of legend, exacting revenge on those brutal criminals.

All the same, the world fell apart. Atomic war, it's known, finally ensued as the superpowers sought to annihilate the other over who would rule the ashes. Not that it mattered. The waters receded from the droughts and nuclear winter, leading to greater famine. In Australian cities, the lights went out on Wednesday morning, and didn't come back again. There was a whirlwind of looting and a firestorm of fear as people began fleeing into the countryside. Men began to feed on men, while many among the M.F.P. and even the very soldiers who once fought to keep citizens sleeping soundly at night had themselves become marauding gangs, ensuring that no one slept soundly at all. Among the most ruthless being one Col. Joseph Moore, who deserted with his men to carve out his own twisted vision of a new world order. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive in what had become the wasteland. Those who couldn't either died, became slaves and thralls, or worse. So it was, that soon it became all that many survivors knew.

It's been 45 years since the Fall. Many of the nihilistic mobs had died or dispersed in the intervening time, a victim of their own savagery, but those that remained have left a blighted scar over the old Outback. Among the most dangerous of these is the domain under the renegade Col. Moore, who had long since renamed himself the "Immortan Joe." From his Citadel, and with the help of his comrades Maj. Kalashnikov and a demented oilman called the People Eater, he lords over a "civilization" that's part warband, and part cult, his fanatical "War Boys" a threat to even his supposed subjects. Further north, refugees and invading soldiers stranded when the end came had turned into a barbaric collective of "Buzzards," known by their spiked vehicles, a penchant for living underground and their use of Russian. They remain a potent menace to all, though it's said they still fight the last war against the neighboring Devil Dogs, descended from Polynesian and U.S. Navy remnants yet otherwise no different from their ancient enemies. Meanwhile, the children and grandchildren of the corporate executives that once dominated Papua New Guinea had intermingled with the local survivors to form the Konglora Horde, looking to exact vengeance on those who doomed their forefathers to their fate.

Not all of these wasteland "states," for lack of a better term, are brutal. The Great Northern Tribe has come far from its origins as a group of ordinary citizens huddling in a refinery during the early years of the white-line nightmare. Arriving at the coasts to the north and banding with other survivors, they carved for themselves a beacon of sanity amidst a sea of madness. Then, there are Aborigines, which managed to hold out far away from the burning cities. Of them, the Yamatji in what was once the Gascoyne region are the most successful, establishing a light for others like them, and even Whites stumbling into their villages, to follow. The most surprising of all, though, would be the so-called "City of the Lost," also known as either "Tomorrow-morrow Land" or more properly, Sydney. At some point, a group of tribal children and escaping prisoners from Bartertown, a warlord-run city-state that fell prey to either the Buzzards or the Immortan Joe, arrived at the city ruins, who then proceeded to make it a thriving hub for those seeking their way home. Curiously, many of such groups owe their survival to the aid given by the one they call Max. It's unclear how valid these tales are, as if the "Road Warrior," "Man With no Name," "Raggedy Man" and M.F.P. officer are one and the same, he would have to be into his sixties, though given mutations it wouldn't be too outlandish.

The lands in-between these pockets of relative stability, however, are anything but, with the same being said even for those nominally under the more brutal domains. Some variations might be present in what passes for law, such as the the infamous Thunderdome, in which "two men enter, one man leaves." Though more often than not, the same "rules" that dictated the old biker gangs still prevail, for only the stronger or most ruthless could survive. Even if one somehow manages to escape the roving bands or avoid survivalists driven insane by isolation, nature can be just as cruel. For those trying to eke out an existence out here, it's a constant battle against killer dust storms, drought and the ever-present threat of starvation. Gone for many, the days when people didn't act like animals and lived in.

The general circumstances of these times do little to disprove the perception of a broken world. Even in the more benevolent wasteland states, society has regressed to tribal lines in various respects. The average denizen may look the part as well, usually donning animal skins, makeshift fashions and armor, or the ragged remains of old clothes. The English language itself has already begun changing with each regional slang or corrupted phrase mutating it into increasingly unrecognizable forms. Meanwhile, combat has largely devolved to raids or running "road wars" along the crumbling highways, usually fought with crossbows and melee weapons, often made from repurposed tools or scrap. The battered, weathered vehicles often seen in such battles, whether run by the black fuel or jury-rigged to run on biofuels, are seen as highly valuable, with the most "prosperous" of warlords being known for how ostentatious their customized bikes, armored cars or "War Rigs" can be. Of course, there are those with the means to scavenge or manufacture guns and ammunition to any significant degree, most notably seen with Maj. Kalashnikov's "Bullet Farm," giving them a key advantage. To say nothing of those who possess still-functional refineries, skilled mechanics and for those holding onto sanity, crucial knowledge and wisdom from a time long gone. Still, after all this time, guzzoline and water remain as hotly fought over and defended as in days of the Oil and Water Wars.

This much is known, for there are still actual beacons of proper civilization left unbeknown to most, if not all in the wasteland. Among the plans launched by the old leadership before the Fall was Operation Atlantis, or as some derisively called it, "Abbott's Folly." This involved ordering any military and M.F.P. assets still active in the Outback, or rather those who hadn't gone rogue, to fall back to defensible safe zones, and await further orders. The real purpose, however, was to buy time for the wholesale evacuation of the government to Tasmania, which had been been relatively isolated untouched by the chaos. Alongside these officials were loyalist elements of the Australian Army and those citizens deemed "useful" for one day restoring order across the nation. If there were any misgivings among those who took part, few expressed them openly when the end finally came.

Indeed, Australia still breathes, albeit in changed form. Tasmania remains the beating heart of the nation. While it's largely downsized to technological standards comparable to the 1950s, and its population seems constantly at risk of inbreeding, the so-called "Last Bastion" is the most advanced in the known post-apocalyptic world, with access to agriculture, sophisticated energy systems, military-grade equipment and some of the last functional communication arrays in all of Oceania. While most citizens enjoy freedoms on paper, in practice the Australian Army still wields significant influence over people's lives, touting the need to stand above the degenerates beyond as a new Eden, no matter the costs. Meanwhile, the Redoubts in what was Western Australia have held firm, if only paying lip service to the authorities in Hobart. The remnants of the Royal Australian Navy and local police forces fended off the gangs and mobs, creating a peculiar blend of 19th Century pioneer nostalgia and feudalism in all but name, in which the officers have become the new nobility, yet no single "commander" or fief lords over the others. Still, a rugged individualism and a semblance of the pre-Fall world endures here, its homesteads and vestigial highways held together through a reconstituted M.F.P.

While both of these enclaves of another age still long to reclaim their forefathers' country, they've long but given up on resorting to using aggressive means. In earlier years, the Last Bastion sought to turn decrepit overlords against each other, whether through covert missions deep into the wasteland or sending in deep-cover agents to prop up those who could be turned against other threats. Originally meant to deter would-be invaders from discovering their sanctuaries and minimizing undue risk on their military forces, it became clear that this was backfiring, as seen with the Immortan Joe, and that simply waiting for the hordes to wipe each other out was a fool's errand. Still, unwilling to either sterilize the landmass with their weapons or reveal themselves too soon, Commissioner Macaffee II came up with an audacious plan. Educated explorers, disguised as wanderers with information-laden tattoos all over their bodies, would work their way through the wasteland and establish a guild to spread knowledge where none existed. Occassionally, they would report back through radio to convey their findings, but whether or not the reclamation proceeds as planned, their aim to help lay the groundwork for a fallen world to begin again, using the more benevolent tribes as their proxies, has been bearing fruit.

Perhaps it's through those efforts that the tales of Max continue to spread. We know enough that even with the more fanciful stories, there really was such a man, for his exploits could not have been something fabricated wholly out of thin air. Even if he did exist only in the memories of those who claimed to have seen him, giving hope to a land in desperate need of one may perhaps be his greatest legacy.

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For some added info, the crumpled texture used is taken from here.


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I would absolutely love to see a world map of this world.
 
Good news! There's an alt version on my thread!

Yes I saw it. Both maps are really nice. I never really figured out that good style for Worldas and Q-Bams. I guess lots of subdivisions and different shades for different levels of control and autonomy seems to be a pattern though, as well as an outline/inside stroke on any country fills.

Anyway, like I said, both are really nice maps.
 
This is utterly fascinating, thank you so much for doing this.

I'm sure Artist would love this (Admits he has an massive love for Australia in of itself), but I doubt he would care for Fury Road, or Immortal Joe. (Cares far more about the original movies. Road Wars all end, passing into myth, and civilization rebuild itself.)

Stuff like the Last Bastion and Redoubts are pretty interesting and fit in very well within Mad Max

It a shame about Bartertown given Aunite was the leader Joe could only dream about being within this Wasteland.

I do love the myths and stories about Max himself and names for himself across Australia, if he himself is not alive, than he lives on as a sorta title, or something like that.
Glad you like it! I tried my best to make even the creative licenses consistent with the overall atmosphere.

The Last Bastion and Redoubts were partially inspired by the Enclave and the 100’s Mount Weather, but the main idea stemmed from the thought of how there would be some MFP officers not unlike Max who held out in some relatively secure position, and that the island of Tasmania would make for a decent spot for any government remnants seeking to maintain some semblance of peace and order. That Tasmania also has stereotypes about being insular to an absurd degree also help.

As for Bartertown’s fate, it’s partly based on the comics, given the reveal that Dr. Dealgood of Thunderdome infamy wound up setting up shop in Gastown after some unspecified event.

And yeah, the idea of Max as a man whose actions spawned a legend across the wasteland inspiring hope (to the point that it no longer really mattered where or not he actually existed in-universe) was something worth expanding on.
 
Put together a quick guide detailing forms of government.
Categories are based on 2019 democracy index.
These are de facto, not just what is declared in the written instrument of government. (looking at you, North Korea)

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How did Belgian Cuba come about?
In this TL, the Carlist wars in Spain were won by the Carlists. As a result, Carlos VI of Spain reigned in a more impoverished and less industrialized country than OTL, and that he needed money, and since he was disinterested in the colonial question, Belgium in 1861 had offered him to buy Cuba. And in this TL, no Spanish-American war, the United States will be content to redeem the Philippines, Micronesia and Puerto Rico from Spain in 1875. After Ulyss Grant successfully annexed Santo Domingo. Of course, to return to Belgian Cuba, the Belgians will not have sufficient naval means, so they will develop their navy for this purpose, as best as they can.
 
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Here's something I threw up in Scratch. Basically diverges right after WW2 ends. The Chinese Communist Party is brutally crushed by a bounceback Republic, Japan gets to keep Taiwan since China doesn't need to exile to it. The Korean Federation is created after the Korean War of this timeline (the only land war between the US and the USSR direct), but it falls apart in the Korean Civil War. (Parties in Korean Civil War included North Korean communists, the remnants of the Chinese Communist party, the Korean government, and revolutionaries that wanted Korea annexed by Japan. The revolutionaries won.) The Curzon Line is altered so that Lviv is Polish, France has a puppet state in most of it's former African empire and has a larger main empire, Spain and Portugal never decolonized, the British Empire fell apart in a single year, The Netherlands kept Paupa and Suriname as insurance in case of any invasion of the mainland, the USSR had some of it's republics tear off, and the major powers agreed to establish permanent occupation zones in former Germany and Austria (due to their horrendous crimes), under the facade of the "New Wiemar Republic". This map is for this TL's 2020. I might make an actual TL on here for this in the near future.
 
Why would Koreans want their country annexed by Japan? They universally hated Japanese rule since Japan tried to destroy their culture and replace it with their own.
 
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Here's something I threw up in Scratch. Basically diverges right after WW2 ends. The Chinese Communist Party is brutally crushed by a bounceback Republic, Japan gets to keep Taiwan since China doesn't need to exile to it. The Korean Federation is created after the Korean War of this timeline (the only land war between the US and the USSR direct), but it falls apart in the Korean Civil War. (Parties in Korean Civil War included North Korean communists, the remnants of the Chinese Communist party, the Korean government, and revolutionaries that wanted Korea annexed by Japan. The revolutionaries won.) The Curzon Line is altered so that Lviv is Polish, France has a puppet state in most of it's former African empire and has a larger main empire, Spain and Portugal never decolonized, the British Empire fell apart in a single year, The Netherlands kept Paupa and Suriname as insurance in case of any invasion of the mainland, the USSR had some of it's republics tear off, and the major powers agreed to establish permanent occupation zones in former Germany and Austria (due to their horrendous crimes), under the facade of the "New Wiemar Republic". This map is for this TL's 2020. I might make an actual TL on here for this in the near future.
Am I reading this wrong, or did you make this in the scratch image editor of all things?
 
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