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Valdore Javorsky

Valdore Javorsky

Varian Wrynn said:
I think that ISOT is at least no less stress than WWI.
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It likely would be a very difficult time for any nation (except...Russia, they'll probably have enough resources)
A nation lives of its economic trade which was at that time spot even more free than it is today.
An ISOT is basically like a blockaded nation, without the war. Technically, you'd save the money and resources of war but you'll be very likely to have similar conditions in life standards.
Immediately after the assassination.
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Whoops, Balkanization. the assassination was sort of the spark that emerged nationalists to rise seriously in A-H.
without such an incident/before it, It'd surely be like "Let's just keep this state together until we've reached a moderate level of rebuilding Europe, okay?"
 
water123

water123

Aqua817 said:
I'm just gonna warn you now, this is a really messed up oneshot, as in Ts'alal level messed up. Not like, graphic, just really... well, if you read it, you'll see.


"Okay, so, tell me again, what happened to you?"

The room had gone completely quiet. Night had fallen, and this was supposed to be the last report to the Bureau of Intertimeline Affairs today. However, the bright pale of the teenager's face was a testament otherwise. The sickly light of the last few lamps that were still on didn't help his shock. Everyone in the building listened in one way or another.

"I was timeline surfing. I know it's illegal, but I was bored, and it's not like anyone will care about a random kid walking around on the streets. I started flipping through a few timelines you know, just some minor no 9/11 clones, when I forgot to put in a digit.

I ended up in what seemed like a park. It seemed warm, and when I checked my geolocator, I was in what was supposed to be North Carolina somewhere. I was about to warp outta there when this girl came up to me. She was wearing, you know, normal people clothes, nothing out of the ordinary. She was pretty cute, actually. I had nothin better to do, so I walked with her into a Church.

Everything seemed normal at first. I sat with her and a couple of what I guess were her friends. We talked a little; they actually spoke English, funny enough. It was like one of those big protestant churches you hear about, with seats filled with an ocean of kids, like a concert almost. From what she told me, her family had normal names, "John" "Stephen" "Judy."

The service started when a couple of people walked on stage. They hyped up the crowd a little bit, before beginning to play a song. The song was, again, not dissimilar; Third Day or Chris Tomlin could have written it. At this point, I naturally started to chill out. I even began to half hum along to the tones.

After the third song, everything went quiet. A chill flew through the air and hit me right in the chest. The crowd went from happily singing to a sudden tenseness. A few men dressed in all black robes appeared from behind the stage. They carried a black velvet box about the size of a washing machine up to the stage, though it didn't seem heavy. Then, after that fourth song, the worship band quickly and quietly scurried backstage, like how birds know when to nest when a storm is coming. I couldn't get a good idea of how many there were, as they went on and off stage quickly. I assumed they were tech support, and were gonna do some kind of weird presentation.

I could never have guessed what would happen next.

The two metal latches of the box were opened, and a snakes quickly slithered out onto the stage. Everyone immediately sat down, with their legs off of the ground. The girl I had walked in with grabbed my hand it utter terror. That's when I saw one dart straight for me. It went under the seats.

'Purge the Unelect! someone shouted. It was one of the black robed men.

In the commotion, I happened to glance back at the stage. They had laid out a tarp onto the stage, and a wooden cross had been put onto the stage. Three paintings, labeled "Arius," "Mohammad," and "Mani" were placed in front of the cross.

And then, I felt something touch my leg. Panic crept up my spine and I froze in place. I saw the snake, and it saw me. We locked eyes for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. It was like this snake could see everything that I had ever done, felt everything that I had ever felt, been through everything I had ever been through. And then it turned away from me, and darted at one of the Girl's friends. She shrieked as it bit her. Her leg turned a bright red, and the snake quickly wrapped around her. Everyone backed away from her; she was gone to them.

"No! Please! No! I'm just a kid! I don't want to die! I can change! I can change!" She screamed, but there was no sympathy. It was like she had become an animal. She tried to pry the animal off but it just sank in deeper.

Then the Robed Men came to our pew. They grabbed her, and dragged her on stage. "No! No! No! No! No!" she shrieked, as they dragged her across the tile. She was then brought on stage, where the Robed Men tied her to the crucifix. They burned the three images.

Everyone began to calm down. Everyone sat back into their seats. The girl looked at me and giggled when she realized how tightly she had held onto me. I heard someone crying. I saw that the adults and a multitude of young children sat in a higher story I hadn't noticed until then. What I assume were the girl's parents wept bitterly, as they were escorted out of the room by more Robed Men. There must have been at least 5 kids to a woman.

The pastor came on stage and began a sermon. It was grotesque how chipper he was. He gave a sermon on Romans 2, cracking joke and overall seeming like a normal youth pastor. It was as if no one acknowledged the murder that just happened.

After this sermon, a few Robed Men came on stage. They announced it was time for communion. The parents and children in the top floor exited the building. The Robed Men scurried on stage. A large gold chalice, it's cup the size of a milk jug, was carried on stage. It had been filled behind the stage, I could tell because of how two people had to carry it on stage, but a cloth was on top of it.

After all of the top floor left. they began to distribute communion. Someone would come up, stoop down, and receive a spoonful of communion. It went by quickly, with the rows coming up to get the Gifts in an organized manner. Soon, it was my turn. I was still too shaken to figure out what it tasted like, I swallowed my spoonful and bowed to the Robed Man that gave it to me. The little smirk he gave me will haunt me forever.

Everyone sat back down, and the chalice was taken away. A man stood on the stage, he seemed to have been the leader of the Robed Men.

"Oh Lord our God most high, we repent of all of the sins we have committed. We thank you for your loving kindness, and for dying and rising again for us. You said in your scripure, "whoever eats of me shall not perish but have everlasting life," and elsewhere, "the Church is the Body of Christ." Therefore, we sheep partake of the unelect Goats for the remission of sins, for as it is written, "the Law is only satisfied by blood," and thus we live without the consequences of the sin of Lust. And as thus, in imitation of the Holy Adultress, who gave herself away rather than be consumed by sexual thoughts, we partake of that sacrament freely."

I didn't even want to know what else would happen, i wanted to get out NOW. I scrambled too the doors in a mad panic.

"Do you wanna know the scariest part, Dalton?" How did he know my name?! I looked back at the altar, where the smirking priest staright right into my eyes, right into my soul. "The doors were unlocked the whole time. But they always come back."

I didn't want to think about what that meant. I scrambled outside, and beamed out of there as fast as I could."

The administrator stopped the recording. He had poor Dalton restate the timeline number, and put the tape on the table. He set Dalton up with a good friend of his, and sent him on his way.

As soon as Dalton left, he destroyed the tape. He walked over to his desk, where he grabbed the black cloak that lie under the table. He tied a piece of cloth around a bottle of high grade vodka, lit it with a cigarette lighter, and threw it into the closet where the real Administrator lay with his throat slit. He was never seen or heard from again, except for one small text that was sent to a number that didn't exist on the flip phone he tired to ditch in the dumpster: "Summon the Rephaites. They know."
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"Okay, so we have good news and bad news"

"Shoot."

"Good news is we have a decently reliable map of their world. Bad news is it's worse than we thought."

"Worse than we thought! HOW could it be worse than we thought?"

"Well. I mean, it seems like their world diverged from our own about 1500. Something weird happened with the reformation."

"I mean, of course something weird happened to the reformation. Didn't you read the report?"

"Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"Shut up and finish. What is the real bad news."

"We think they're more advanced than they should be."

"What?"

"They conquered most of their world. They support something like 8 billion people. Something happened different in the technology."

"That means nothing to me. Tell me what you're getting at."

"Sir. we think they might be supported by another universe. Or worse, they can jump themselves."

"Dang."

"I propose that we immediately strike them before it has time to sprea-"

He was stopped mid sentence by a bullet in his head.

"It's a shame I had to do that. Unfortunately, it seems as if i was predestined to do so." He chuckled, and went for his walkie talkie. "Hey, Stewart, come get this dead-o and get rid of him. They do know, but we can stop it. The Rephaites are doing their best. It's up to us to keep them from bein found out."

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Jcw3

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Aqua817 said:
"It's a shame I had to do that. Unfortunately, it seems as if i was predestined to do so." He chuckled, and went for his walkie talkie. "Hey, Stewart, come get this dead-o and get rid of him. They do know, but we can stop it. The Rephaites are doing their best. It's up to us to keep them from bein found out."
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I'm a sucker for multidimensional travel. Great stuff.
 
Cool-Eh

Cool-Eh

what is wrong with that baseman?
the subdivisions look to be drawn arbitrarily, and without reference to real world one's.
 
brasband13

brasband13

That_from_South said:
a very basic WW2 Axis victory map, it only shows the three great powers and their colonial possessions

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Japan (Chinese coast, Indonesia, Indochina) and Germany (Holland, Belgium, Northern France) seem to have given up quite a bit of territory. Italy seems to have given some up, too (Greece). Would I be right to assume puppet states?
 
That_from_South

That_from_South

brasband13 said:
Japan (Chinese coast, Indonesia, Indochina) and Germany (Holland, Belgium, Northern France) seem to have given up quite a bit of territory. Italy seems to have given some up, too (Greece). Would I be right to assume puppet states?
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exactly!

I got lazy with this map, but I'll repost a new one with full countries
 

Osk

Why not?

Arrival

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1788 Georgia and Spanish Florida/Louisiana. Absent from the map is the French colony of Saint-Domingue which also gets ISOTed.

50 years Post-Arrival

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Louisiana and Georgia worked things out with Spanish Florida being the losers. Still, ISOTed Georgia isn't exactly a populous place and with so much open land, Georgia allows "East Florida" - centered in San Augustín - to remain independent, becoming a haven for the Spanish-speaking, Catholic remnants of this world. Natives throughout Georgia are rising up as the Georgian government becomes increasingly oppressive. The Mississippi River became the official mark dividing Louisiana and Georgia, and St. Louis* became a haven for Louisianans and Georgians alike. Now a rebellion grows, however.
 
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