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so since we're talking about western animation any ideas for gravity falls?
not an exact copy paste tho,something closer to the spirit while a different show altogether
(because things like the northwests and even the mystery shack itself will be butterflied)
also cartoons are said to be more mature earlier
not an exact copy paste tho,something closer to the spirit while a different show altogether
(because things like the northwests and even the mystery shack itself will be butterflied)
also cartoons are said to be more mature earlier
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
Transformers
A popular line of toys originating from Japan and the UASR, Transformers has grown into a massive entertainment franchise since it's inception in the 1980's with several movies, tv shows, video games, and comics debuting alongside the large line of toys. the franchise depicts the exploits of an alien race of robots known as Cybertronians who have mastered transformation, and can transform into various vehicles. The race is currently embroiled in a titanic civil war between the working class revolutionary "Decepticons" led by the Gladiator Megatronus, and the nationalist, reactionary "Autobots" lead by the Matrix-Bearer Augustus Prime.
For millennia, Cybertronian ushered in a peaceful "Golden Age" of prosperity under a world monarchy, which is lead by a "Prime" a leader-figure that holds absolute power over all of Cybertronian society due his bearing of the "Matrix of Leadership" a ceremonial object of the Cybertronian State that allegedly holds infinite knowledge and wisdom, though it is unknown if this is true or just mere legend. While the reign of the Primes may appear as just, prosperous, and peaceful, underneath the gilded appearance of the Cybertronian Empire lies a large festering wound of violence, economic stagnation and poverty, oppression, and blind rage. The Cybertronian Aristocracy, comprising the hereditary nobility and local landlords and industrial capitalists, control over 99% of Cybertron's vast amounts of wealth, leaving the countless numbers of Cybertronian workers to rot in an endless cycle of decay and poverty. The proletariat of Cybetron is also treated incredibly poorly by the regime, with long hours, incredibly low pay, and no allowance of unionization. Any attempts at striking would be crushed by the Cybertronian Constabulary. The Cybertronian Army, despite receiving praise from state propaganda, is roughly in the same boat: they are sent to die in bloody wars by uncaring war marshals, all for the goal of more resources, wealth, or interstellar conquests. One thing is clear on Cybertron: All is not well beneath its exterior. The bourgeoisie of Cybertron laugh and drink the night away while the cries of the common Cybertronian are met with the crack of a blaster and the slash of a blade.
These problems are met with concern by a few in the Cybertronian Senate, the advisors to the Prime. While past Primes may have halfheartedly listened to these concerns(though whether they would have acted is doubtful at best and laughable at worst) the Senate is quickly crushed of opposition by the newest ruler of Cybertron known as Zeta Prime. The new Prime is even more brutal and ruthless than another Prime before him, purging the Senate and Cybertronian Pontifex Guard of any dissent and declaring martial law in Cybertron's major cities like Iacon, Polyhex, and Kaon.
With the actions of this newest Prime, the people of Cybertron finally snap. Riots erupt through the major cities, particularly Kaon, Iacon, and Polyhex, the industrial, cultural, and political capitals of Cybertron. The majority of the Army, save the High ranking Officers and the Pontifex Guard, mutiny to the side of the strikers. Zeta Prime, during the fighting in Polyhex, is killed in single combat by the leader of the revolutionaries, a former Gladiator from Kaon known as Megatronus, who declares the end of the tyrannical Monarchy and Caste system and the establishment of a communal classless and stateless society. In response, the Cybertronian Senate declares outright war on the Revolutionary Forces and establishes a New Prime by the name of Augustus Prime, who vows to defeat the revolutionary "Decepticons" and establish a reformist regime where the autonomy of all Robotic life forms are guarded by the monarchy. Thus, countless numbers of reformists, nationalists, militarists, and outright monarchists join the "Autobot" cause of the new Prime, and a titanic war has consumed the world of Cybertron ever since, with the war spilling over to earth and other planets. The series has received acclaim for its rejection of child patronizatiom and its mature approach to warfare, though it is still very much Black and White.
Decepticons:
The Decepticon faction is comprised of the lower classes of Cybertronian society and the Rank and File of the Cybertronian Army. Millions of years of social stagnation, economic poverty, and political oppression had left the Cybertronian people filled with misery, doubt, and rage. Following Zeta Prime's establishment of planetwide Martial Law, the people decided that they had taken the abuse for too long and openly revolted against the monarchy, waging a campaign of terror against the state and rallying around their revolutionary leader, the Gladiator Megatronus. Following the CounterRevolutionary forces's establishment of another prime, the Revolutionary forces declared war on the new Monarchy. The Decepticons gained their name from Monarchist propaganda depicting the revolutionaries as "Decepticon Subversives" which the Revolutionaries accepted with pride. Their insignia is a red colored "Cybertronian Warrior", the insignia of the lower classes of Cybertron. Decepticon soldiers are commonly clad in Red, Black, and Gold markings.
The following Cybertronians are some of the prominent leaders of the Decepticon cause:
Megatronus: The Cybertronian who would come to be known as "Megatronus" was originally a miner from Kaon named Cassio. Built into an impoverished working class family in a dangerous area of Kaon known as "The Furnace", Cassio was introduced to death and killing from an early age, turning him into a hardened combatant by his earliest days of adulthood. Due to lack of prospects, Cassio ended up Joining the Army, quickly establishing himself as a capable warrior. Eventually, his skills were recognized by the War Marshals of the Senate, and Cassio was placed in the Cybertronian army's Elite Pontifex Guard, where he came to be friends with Augustus, the future leader of the Autobots. Remembering his past, Cassio was always vocal about the plight of the working class, an opinion that lead to Zeta Prime, the tyrannical self absorbed dictator, getting Cassio arrested and thrown into Kaon's Gladiator Arenas, where he is forced to fight for the entertainment of the bourgeois. It is here that Cassio becomes Megatronus, taking the name from a legendary Cybertronian gladiator. He goes on to win many battles and becomes a hero of the working classes. With the riots against Zeta, Megatronus revolts agains the arena masters and takes his place as the leader of the revolutionary forces. While he is charismatic, compassionate, and a father figure to his soldiers, he is a pragmatist and can be exceptionally ruthless towards his Autobot enemies.
He is depicted as a large warrior clad in a golden armored frame in the shape of a Greek Hoplite or Roman Centurion with a retractable face shield, with black trim and a red Decepticon insignia. He carries a vastly powerful fusion cannon and energon battleaxe and can transform into a large tank, taking the appearance of a hovering Heavy Tank.
Starscream: A Cybertronian academic from Crystal City, Starscream was always interested in the Revolutionary cause. Following the revolt against Zeta Prime, Starscream quickly joined the Decepticon cause, becoming one of Megatronus's most trusted commanders. While capable in combat, he questions the Pragmatism and Ruthlessness Megatronus displays,becoming the moral center of the Decepticon cause. He transforms into a red and black Cybertronian jet and carries smart missiles as weapons alongside an energon knife.
Soundwave: A former Cybertronian politician, Soundwave was always a committed Revolutionary, though he has never taken in the cost of many of his goals. He is the political enforcer of the Decepticon Cause, and is the most ruthless of Megatronus's Commanders. Transforms into a box radio with several cassets that transform into smaller, useful transformers. Carries an energon transmitter which can electrocute foes.
Shockwave: A brilliant scientist, Shockwave heads the Research and Development of the Decepticons. While coldly logical, Shockwave does genuinely believe in the Decepticon Revolution and wishes to assist them in any way he can. Transforms in to a Cybertronian handgun.
Onslaught: the Commander of the Combaticons, a former elite army unit turned revolutionary, Onslaught is Megatronus's greatest general and closest confidant. While he prefers devising strategies and discussing battle tactics rather than actually fighting, Onslaught can turn into a roaring tornado of destruction if he is driven to anger. Transforms into a Cybertronian Missile Truck and carries a "Scatter Blaster", a Cybertronian Automatic Shotgun.
Brawl: The Assault Specialist of the Combaticons, Brawl is a loudmouthed Shock Trooper whose sole existence revolves around battle. While he does agree with the cause of the Decepticons, Brawl cares mainly about turning his cannon on those that threw him into the gladiator pits in Iacon when he refused to shoot down striking workers in Crystal City. Starscream feels he is a loose cannon, but Brawl's prior service with Onslaught in the Combaticons keeps Brawl in good standing with Megatronus. Transforms into a Cybertronian Assault Gun and carries a "Scrapmaker", an automatic rotary cannon. Can combine with his fellow Combaticons to form Bruticus, the combiner robot of immense power.
Barricade: A progressive bourgeois Cybertronian and former police officer, Barricade joined the Decepticons after seeing the vast excess his fellow bourgeois exhibited. Transforms into a police cruiser. Armed with a pistol.
Scrapper: A construction worker who took up arms with his fellow "constructicons", Scrapper is a street smart militant who often uses the environment to his advantage. Transforms into a Front End Loader and carries a neutron auto blaster. Can combine with the constructicons to from Devastator.
Trypticon: Easily one of the largest Cybertronians ever built, Trypticon is an unstoppable engine of destruction in combat. He was originally built by the ancient Primes to guard the Monarchy as a last ditch defense. However, Trypticon resented the brutal treatment he was given, and secretly hated the Primes and the Nobility. When the revolution first started, Trypticon saw his chance to be free and joined the Decepticons. While eager to fight, he also loves a good joke and is by far the friendliest Decepticon. Has a rivalry with the equally Huge Autobot named Metroplex.
Trypticon is absolutely massive, standing well over two kilometers in height and is armed with a number of vast laser cannons that can annihilate whole armies. He appears as a Tyrannosaurus Rex and can transform into a sizable fortress city known as Decepticon City.
Autobots:
the Autobot faction is comprised of a strange coalition of reformists, nationalists, miltarists, and monarchists that wish to quash the Decepticon Revolution. They are united around their Leader, Augustus Prime, an esteemed warrior and politician who promises to reform the Monarchy and allow some political representation within the senate for the common people of Cybertron. They are known as Autobots because of a famous speech by Augustus Prime, where he called ever single member of the Cybertronian race an "autonomous robotic organism that has birth-given rights." The shortened term, "Autobot" became the new name of the regime. Despite the reformist bend of the new Prime regime, shady characters do exist within its confines. The insignia of the Autobot coalition is the "First Face" a historical symbol of the Primes, colored blue. Autobot soldiers are clad in Blue, White, or Brown colors.
The following are a small collection of Autobot Leaders:
Augustus Prime: The leader of the Autobot faction and the titular "Last Prime", Augustus was born into a middle class family on Iacon, and lived a relatively peaceful upbringing. His father, a former Cybertronian Army officer, forced Augustus into the Iacon War Academy, where he excelled in both combat and his studies. It was at this very same academy where he formed the upper class accent in he spoke with even today. Following his time in the Academy, Agustus was placed in the Army, where he earned a a spot in the Army's Pontifex Guard. It was during his time in the pontifex guard where he met Cassio, the Cybertronian who would become Megatronus. He become fast friends with him, with both Cybertronians having a shared opinion on the corruption and degeneracy of the Government, though Augustus believed in nonviolent protest against the regime, something his friend vehemently disagreed with. When Augustus became a senior officer in the Guard, he was allowed to have a place on the senate. he often criticized much of the excesses of the Monarchy during his time on the senate, a trait that drew the ire of Zeta Prime, though Augustus was never reprimanded for it due to his status within the the Pontifex Guard. His friend, Cassio, was not so lucky, and Augustus never forgave Zeta for his deed.
Following the open revolt against the monarchy and the death of Zeta Prime, the Senate handed the Matrix of Leadership over to Augustus, citing his time on the senate as the hallmark of a leader. Augustus accepted the offer and became Augustus Prime, promising to reform the government while keeping it intact from the subversive Decepticon Revolutionaries in the lower classes. While he was shocked and saddened to learn the the Decepticon Leader Megatronus was his friend Cassio, the Last Prime vowed to defeat him by any means necessary and quash the rebellion against the Dynasty of Primes.
He is portrayed as a regal warrior with pure white marking with blue trim, and a blue helmet without a face shield, exposing his square chin and stiff upper lip. He carries a hand crafted Ion Blaster and the Sword of the Primes, the official weapon of the leader of Cybertron. He transforms into a truck.
Ironhide: Ironhide was a veteran NCO of the Pontifex Guard, serving under Augustus Prime. Following the death of Zeta Prime, Ironhide followed his commander to the Autobots. He is Prime's second in command and his confidant. Transforms into an Armored truck. Carries a semi auto neutron rifle.
Bumblebee: A young Cybertronian from Polyhex, Bumblebee was always a fierce Nationalist from his youngest days. When his Nation was in danger, Bumblebee was among the first to sign up for the Autobot Army. He is often used as a scout by Augustus, whom Bumbleee sees as a father figure. Transforms into a Blue Muscle Car. Carries a Subsonic Repeater Gun.
Jazz: A musician before the war, Jazz was conscripted into the Army when commanders were needed for combat. Jazz only wants peace in the war, and does not like either side of the conflict. It is unknown where his loyalties lie. Transforms into a fast Sports Car. Carries an Automatic Pistol.
Prowl: A Police Commisioner before the war, Prowl joined the Autobot faction because he was aware that the Decepticons would kill him for the many atrocities he had commited. Coldly logical, hates his fellow Autobots, but serves Prime out of loyalty. Hates Barricade for his betrayal of the monarchy. Transforms into a Cybertronian Police Cruiser. Carries a Cybertronian Grenade Launcher.
Cliffjumper: Before the war, Cliffjumper was a sniper for the Army, when he was dishonorably discharged for sadistic tendencies. After his discharge, he became a mercenary, selling his skills to the highest bidder. The Autobots were the only ones paying. A sociopath which a sadistic love of killing. Transforms into a Muscle Car and carries a sniper.
Ratchet: A psychotic Doctor who loves experimenting on captured Decepticons, Ratchet is only kept as an Autobot because of his unsurpassed medical skills. His experiments are horrific, and rival even Josef Mengele in depravity. Transforms into an Ambulance and carries a flamethrower.
Grimlock: The leader of the Cybertronian Secret Police. Sees Augustus Prime as a weak leader, and often plots to overthrow him. Keeps a brutal leash on those citizens under Autobot control. A brutal psychopath. Transforms into a T-Rex and carries a Sword and Shield.
Metroplex: A Cybertronian of immense size and power, rivaling even Trypticon, Metroplex, like Trypticon, was designed by the ancient Primes to be the last line of defense for the monarchy. Obeys Augustus Prime without question. Hates Trypticon, seeing him as a defective guardian.
Like Trypticon, Metroplex stands over 2 kilometers tall and has a vast array of weapons to decimate enemy armies. Can transform into a city, which the Autobots often use as a fortress.
The series has been praised by those in the AFS and Comintern alike, for it's likeable heroes, dastardly villains, balanced, mature themes, and larger than life action. It has cemented itself as one of the most successful fictional entertainment franchises ever created.
A popular line of toys originating from Japan and the UASR, Transformers has grown into a massive entertainment franchise since it's inception in the 1980's with several movies, tv shows, video games, and comics debuting alongside the large line of toys. the franchise depicts the exploits of an alien race of robots known as Cybertronians who have mastered transformation, and can transform into various vehicles. The race is currently embroiled in a titanic civil war between the working class revolutionary "Decepticons" led by the Gladiator Megatronus, and the nationalist, reactionary "Autobots" lead by the Matrix-Bearer Augustus Prime.
For millennia, Cybertronian ushered in a peaceful "Golden Age" of prosperity under a world monarchy, which is lead by a "Prime" a leader-figure that holds absolute power over all of Cybertronian society due his bearing of the "Matrix of Leadership" a ceremonial object of the Cybertronian State that allegedly holds infinite knowledge and wisdom, though it is unknown if this is true or just mere legend. While the reign of the Primes may appear as just, prosperous, and peaceful, underneath the gilded appearance of the Cybertronian Empire lies a large festering wound of violence, economic stagnation and poverty, oppression, and blind rage. The Cybertronian Aristocracy, comprising the hereditary nobility and local landlords and industrial capitalists, control over 99% of Cybertron's vast amounts of wealth, leaving the countless numbers of Cybertronian workers to rot in an endless cycle of decay and poverty. The proletariat of Cybetron is also treated incredibly poorly by the regime, with long hours, incredibly low pay, and no allowance of unionization. Any attempts at striking would be crushed by the Cybertronian Constabulary. The Cybertronian Army, despite receiving praise from state propaganda, is roughly in the same boat: they are sent to die in bloody wars by uncaring war marshals, all for the goal of more resources, wealth, or interstellar conquests. One thing is clear on Cybertron: All is not well beneath its exterior. The bourgeoisie of Cybertron laugh and drink the night away while the cries of the common Cybertronian are met with the crack of a blaster and the slash of a blade.
These problems are met with concern by a few in the Cybertronian Senate, the advisors to the Prime. While past Primes may have halfheartedly listened to these concerns(though whether they would have acted is doubtful at best and laughable at worst) the Senate is quickly crushed of opposition by the newest ruler of Cybertron known as Zeta Prime. The new Prime is even more brutal and ruthless than another Prime before him, purging the Senate and Cybertronian Pontifex Guard of any dissent and declaring martial law in Cybertron's major cities like Iacon, Polyhex, and Kaon.
With the actions of this newest Prime, the people of Cybertron finally snap. Riots erupt through the major cities, particularly Kaon, Iacon, and Polyhex, the industrial, cultural, and political capitals of Cybertron. The majority of the Army, save the High ranking Officers and the Pontifex Guard, mutiny to the side of the strikers. Zeta Prime, during the fighting in Polyhex, is killed in single combat by the leader of the revolutionaries, a former Gladiator from Kaon known as Megatronus, who declares the end of the tyrannical Monarchy and Caste system and the establishment of a communal classless and stateless society. In response, the Cybertronian Senate declares outright war on the Revolutionary Forces and establishes a New Prime by the name of Augustus Prime, who vows to defeat the revolutionary "Decepticons" and establish a reformist regime where the autonomy of all Robotic life forms are guarded by the monarchy. Thus, countless numbers of reformists, nationalists, militarists, and outright monarchists join the "Autobot" cause of the new Prime, and a titanic war has consumed the world of Cybertron ever since, with the war spilling over to earth and other planets. The series has received acclaim for its rejection of child patronizatiom and its mature approach to warfare, though it is still very much Black and White.
Decepticons:
The Decepticon faction is comprised of the lower classes of Cybertronian society and the Rank and File of the Cybertronian Army. Millions of years of social stagnation, economic poverty, and political oppression had left the Cybertronian people filled with misery, doubt, and rage. Following Zeta Prime's establishment of planetwide Martial Law, the people decided that they had taken the abuse for too long and openly revolted against the monarchy, waging a campaign of terror against the state and rallying around their revolutionary leader, the Gladiator Megatronus. Following the CounterRevolutionary forces's establishment of another prime, the Revolutionary forces declared war on the new Monarchy. The Decepticons gained their name from Monarchist propaganda depicting the revolutionaries as "Decepticon Subversives" which the Revolutionaries accepted with pride. Their insignia is a red colored "Cybertronian Warrior", the insignia of the lower classes of Cybertron. Decepticon soldiers are commonly clad in Red, Black, and Gold markings.
The following Cybertronians are some of the prominent leaders of the Decepticon cause:
Megatronus: The Cybertronian who would come to be known as "Megatronus" was originally a miner from Kaon named Cassio. Built into an impoverished working class family in a dangerous area of Kaon known as "The Furnace", Cassio was introduced to death and killing from an early age, turning him into a hardened combatant by his earliest days of adulthood. Due to lack of prospects, Cassio ended up Joining the Army, quickly establishing himself as a capable warrior. Eventually, his skills were recognized by the War Marshals of the Senate, and Cassio was placed in the Cybertronian army's Elite Pontifex Guard, where he came to be friends with Augustus, the future leader of the Autobots. Remembering his past, Cassio was always vocal about the plight of the working class, an opinion that lead to Zeta Prime, the tyrannical self absorbed dictator, getting Cassio arrested and thrown into Kaon's Gladiator Arenas, where he is forced to fight for the entertainment of the bourgeois. It is here that Cassio becomes Megatronus, taking the name from a legendary Cybertronian gladiator. He goes on to win many battles and becomes a hero of the working classes. With the riots against Zeta, Megatronus revolts agains the arena masters and takes his place as the leader of the revolutionary forces. While he is charismatic, compassionate, and a father figure to his soldiers, he is a pragmatist and can be exceptionally ruthless towards his Autobot enemies.
He is depicted as a large warrior clad in a golden armored frame in the shape of a Greek Hoplite or Roman Centurion with a retractable face shield, with black trim and a red Decepticon insignia. He carries a vastly powerful fusion cannon and energon battleaxe and can transform into a large tank, taking the appearance of a hovering Heavy Tank.
Starscream: A Cybertronian academic from Crystal City, Starscream was always interested in the Revolutionary cause. Following the revolt against Zeta Prime, Starscream quickly joined the Decepticon cause, becoming one of Megatronus's most trusted commanders. While capable in combat, he questions the Pragmatism and Ruthlessness Megatronus displays,becoming the moral center of the Decepticon cause. He transforms into a red and black Cybertronian jet and carries smart missiles as weapons alongside an energon knife.
Soundwave: A former Cybertronian politician, Soundwave was always a committed Revolutionary, though he has never taken in the cost of many of his goals. He is the political enforcer of the Decepticon Cause, and is the most ruthless of Megatronus's Commanders. Transforms into a box radio with several cassets that transform into smaller, useful transformers. Carries an energon transmitter which can electrocute foes.
Shockwave: A brilliant scientist, Shockwave heads the Research and Development of the Decepticons. While coldly logical, Shockwave does genuinely believe in the Decepticon Revolution and wishes to assist them in any way he can. Transforms in to a Cybertronian handgun.
Onslaught: the Commander of the Combaticons, a former elite army unit turned revolutionary, Onslaught is Megatronus's greatest general and closest confidant. While he prefers devising strategies and discussing battle tactics rather than actually fighting, Onslaught can turn into a roaring tornado of destruction if he is driven to anger. Transforms into a Cybertronian Missile Truck and carries a "Scatter Blaster", a Cybertronian Automatic Shotgun.
Brawl: The Assault Specialist of the Combaticons, Brawl is a loudmouthed Shock Trooper whose sole existence revolves around battle. While he does agree with the cause of the Decepticons, Brawl cares mainly about turning his cannon on those that threw him into the gladiator pits in Iacon when he refused to shoot down striking workers in Crystal City. Starscream feels he is a loose cannon, but Brawl's prior service with Onslaught in the Combaticons keeps Brawl in good standing with Megatronus. Transforms into a Cybertronian Assault Gun and carries a "Scrapmaker", an automatic rotary cannon. Can combine with his fellow Combaticons to form Bruticus, the combiner robot of immense power.
Barricade: A progressive bourgeois Cybertronian and former police officer, Barricade joined the Decepticons after seeing the vast excess his fellow bourgeois exhibited. Transforms into a police cruiser. Armed with a pistol.
Scrapper: A construction worker who took up arms with his fellow "constructicons", Scrapper is a street smart militant who often uses the environment to his advantage. Transforms into a Front End Loader and carries a neutron auto blaster. Can combine with the constructicons to from Devastator.
Trypticon: Easily one of the largest Cybertronians ever built, Trypticon is an unstoppable engine of destruction in combat. He was originally built by the ancient Primes to guard the Monarchy as a last ditch defense. However, Trypticon resented the brutal treatment he was given, and secretly hated the Primes and the Nobility. When the revolution first started, Trypticon saw his chance to be free and joined the Decepticons. While eager to fight, he also loves a good joke and is by far the friendliest Decepticon. Has a rivalry with the equally Huge Autobot named Metroplex.
Trypticon is absolutely massive, standing well over two kilometers in height and is armed with a number of vast laser cannons that can annihilate whole armies. He appears as a Tyrannosaurus Rex and can transform into a sizable fortress city known as Decepticon City.
Autobots:
the Autobot faction is comprised of a strange coalition of reformists, nationalists, miltarists, and monarchists that wish to quash the Decepticon Revolution. They are united around their Leader, Augustus Prime, an esteemed warrior and politician who promises to reform the Monarchy and allow some political representation within the senate for the common people of Cybertron. They are known as Autobots because of a famous speech by Augustus Prime, where he called ever single member of the Cybertronian race an "autonomous robotic organism that has birth-given rights." The shortened term, "Autobot" became the new name of the regime. Despite the reformist bend of the new Prime regime, shady characters do exist within its confines. The insignia of the Autobot coalition is the "First Face" a historical symbol of the Primes, colored blue. Autobot soldiers are clad in Blue, White, or Brown colors.
The following are a small collection of Autobot Leaders:
Augustus Prime: The leader of the Autobot faction and the titular "Last Prime", Augustus was born into a middle class family on Iacon, and lived a relatively peaceful upbringing. His father, a former Cybertronian Army officer, forced Augustus into the Iacon War Academy, where he excelled in both combat and his studies. It was at this very same academy where he formed the upper class accent in he spoke with even today. Following his time in the Academy, Agustus was placed in the Army, where he earned a a spot in the Army's Pontifex Guard. It was during his time in the pontifex guard where he met Cassio, the Cybertronian who would become Megatronus. He become fast friends with him, with both Cybertronians having a shared opinion on the corruption and degeneracy of the Government, though Augustus believed in nonviolent protest against the regime, something his friend vehemently disagreed with. When Augustus became a senior officer in the Guard, he was allowed to have a place on the senate. he often criticized much of the excesses of the Monarchy during his time on the senate, a trait that drew the ire of Zeta Prime, though Augustus was never reprimanded for it due to his status within the the Pontifex Guard. His friend, Cassio, was not so lucky, and Augustus never forgave Zeta for his deed.
Following the open revolt against the monarchy and the death of Zeta Prime, the Senate handed the Matrix of Leadership over to Augustus, citing his time on the senate as the hallmark of a leader. Augustus accepted the offer and became Augustus Prime, promising to reform the government while keeping it intact from the subversive Decepticon Revolutionaries in the lower classes. While he was shocked and saddened to learn the the Decepticon Leader Megatronus was his friend Cassio, the Last Prime vowed to defeat him by any means necessary and quash the rebellion against the Dynasty of Primes.
He is portrayed as a regal warrior with pure white marking with blue trim, and a blue helmet without a face shield, exposing his square chin and stiff upper lip. He carries a hand crafted Ion Blaster and the Sword of the Primes, the official weapon of the leader of Cybertron. He transforms into a truck.
Ironhide: Ironhide was a veteran NCO of the Pontifex Guard, serving under Augustus Prime. Following the death of Zeta Prime, Ironhide followed his commander to the Autobots. He is Prime's second in command and his confidant. Transforms into an Armored truck. Carries a semi auto neutron rifle.
Bumblebee: A young Cybertronian from Polyhex, Bumblebee was always a fierce Nationalist from his youngest days. When his Nation was in danger, Bumblebee was among the first to sign up for the Autobot Army. He is often used as a scout by Augustus, whom Bumbleee sees as a father figure. Transforms into a Blue Muscle Car. Carries a Subsonic Repeater Gun.
Jazz: A musician before the war, Jazz was conscripted into the Army when commanders were needed for combat. Jazz only wants peace in the war, and does not like either side of the conflict. It is unknown where his loyalties lie. Transforms into a fast Sports Car. Carries an Automatic Pistol.
Prowl: A Police Commisioner before the war, Prowl joined the Autobot faction because he was aware that the Decepticons would kill him for the many atrocities he had commited. Coldly logical, hates his fellow Autobots, but serves Prime out of loyalty. Hates Barricade for his betrayal of the monarchy. Transforms into a Cybertronian Police Cruiser. Carries a Cybertronian Grenade Launcher.
Cliffjumper: Before the war, Cliffjumper was a sniper for the Army, when he was dishonorably discharged for sadistic tendencies. After his discharge, he became a mercenary, selling his skills to the highest bidder. The Autobots were the only ones paying. A sociopath which a sadistic love of killing. Transforms into a Muscle Car and carries a sniper.
Ratchet: A psychotic Doctor who loves experimenting on captured Decepticons, Ratchet is only kept as an Autobot because of his unsurpassed medical skills. His experiments are horrific, and rival even Josef Mengele in depravity. Transforms into an Ambulance and carries a flamethrower.
Grimlock: The leader of the Cybertronian Secret Police. Sees Augustus Prime as a weak leader, and often plots to overthrow him. Keeps a brutal leash on those citizens under Autobot control. A brutal psychopath. Transforms into a T-Rex and carries a Sword and Shield.
Metroplex: A Cybertronian of immense size and power, rivaling even Trypticon, Metroplex, like Trypticon, was designed by the ancient Primes to be the last line of defense for the monarchy. Obeys Augustus Prime without question. Hates Trypticon, seeing him as a defective guardian.
Like Trypticon, Metroplex stands over 2 kilometers tall and has a vast array of weapons to decimate enemy armies. Can transform into a city, which the Autobots often use as a fortress.
The series has been praised by those in the AFS and Comintern alike, for it's likeable heroes, dastardly villains, balanced, mature themes, and larger than life action. It has cemented itself as one of the most successful fictional entertainment franchises ever created.
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Bookmark1995
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Great contribution Deleon.
ITTL, are there going to be "kid only networks", like Nickelodeon and stuff?
I ask this because I am very, very nostalgic for Nickelodeon in its heyday (1990s-early 2000s). I mean, it had everything a kid could want: great cartoons, game shows, Nick News, etc.
Will such kids network's still exist? And if they do, are they going to be used to promote "Revolutionary Ideals"?
ITTL, are there going to be "kid only networks", like Nickelodeon and stuff?
I ask this because I am very, very nostalgic for Nickelodeon in its heyday (1990s-early 2000s). I mean, it had everything a kid could want: great cartoons, game shows, Nick News, etc.
Will such kids network's still exist? And if they do, are they going to be used to promote "Revolutionary Ideals"?
Probably. Maybe an independent collective, or one of the PBS channels dedicated to more family friendly entertainment.
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
Thank you.
Would you like to see more? Any recommendations on wha it should expand upon?
Bookmark1995
Banned
Sure.
What I'd like you to do is try and construct a TTL Kids' network that would exist in the UASR.
I would like to see more of the history of how the Transformer's franchise developed ITTL, Something like this:
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
Hmm, maybe, but this transformers is kind of mature to be a little kids show.
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
I could do that, and I might be able to do an inuniverse interview about the relationship between Megatronus and Augustus Prime.
Did you guys like the characters too? Any recommendations there?
I might do a Tranformers video game too. Made by Sam Becker and OBG, of course.
Bookmark1995
Banned
Maybe, but ITTL, censorship isn't such a big issue.
The 1985 Transformers movie had swearing, character deaths, a whole planet being graphically destroyed, etc. And it was rated PG.
So it wouldn't be stretch to see this on Kids' TV network.
****
If you want to expand on TTL Transformers, come up with some original episode synopsis.
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
I feel like "Die Wacht Am Rhein" will become incredibly popular in ITTL West Germany. Maybe a change of the lyrics, to reflect the current geopolitical situation. "Die Wacht Am Wesser" possibly?
Regarding restrooms in Bookmark1995 and the TL in general--I would think that among the Debs/DeLeonist revolutionaries holding the whip hand of political power, a certain part of the attitude favoring unisex restrooms would be formed by the revolutionary struggle itself--they were often having hard times, improvising, often in situations where any sort of enclosed private commode would be an unattainable luxury--pride as fighters who can tough things out would shape part of the attitude of "use the common facilities, comrade!" Also, the general notion that bourgeois gender roles should be challenged and broken; often they will go too far doing this, at least for general comfort with little gain--in fact quite a lot of argument can be expected as to whether a given behavior is revolutionary or counterrevolutionary.
Economy also favors a relaxed attitude as to which gender may use a given facility. For a time there will be shortages in much working class housing, and plumbing that is barely adequate for the number of people it needs to serve will not be doubled up just to cover gender prissiness. But that is transitory; as time passes the nation can surely afford lots of restroom facilities generously sited.
I suspect a certain zeal in pushing people to unisex restrooms is characteristic of the more hardcore revolutionary types. But the UASR is home to tens of millions who grudgingly accept the Revolution as a fait accompli they must live with, and between these reactionary dissenters and the radicals are roughly half the population that thinks the Revolution is on the whole and at least partially a good thing, and supports it, but resents what they regard as extremism. And unlike say the USSR under Stalin, these people have some right to stand their ground. Being systematically counterrevolutionary is very dangerous as it attracts the attention of the people's security organs, who might make a mistake in judging whether a person crosses the line into actual counterrevolutionary activity, and anyway being hard-right from head to toe is not going to be popular with the neighbors, even in rather less progressive neighborhoods.
But having a few scruples at odds with D/DL ideology is going to be normal enough, and widespread. If a person wants to get ahead in the various people's bureaucracies, it would be wise to lose those scruples, or anyway hide them. But tens of millions of ordinary, acceptably patriotic and helpful UASR citizens will have this or that conservative hangup, and I expect entire regions and districts will veer well to the right of the national norm.
So it is, in the parts of Dixie where hardcore Debs-DeLeonists are few and far between, and the Democrat-Republicans dominate the elections, you bet that there men's and women's restrooms remain carefully separated--in fact in some backwaters, separate facilities for whites and "coloreds" might persist for some decades. In the less revolutionary suburbs of the great cities of the north, one might find similar bastions of an older morality, and it might be that even in some of the heartlands of revolutionary sentiment, in the big city centers, it might be deemed expedient to segregate the restrooms for the sake of avoiding an unnecessary and peripheral wave of squabbles.
What I suspect is going on here is a form of shock immersion. Elsewhere in "Metropolis," perhaps the next apartment over, there are customary men's and women's restrooms so designated, I would guess. But the idea here is to take backward Canadians never exposed to Revolutionary culture and open them up to a new world of possibilities. Someone made a conscious decision that although Canadians expect separated facilities, they will run smack into unisex ones their first day and have to deal with it in their designated residence. It is after all a reality they will have to face in many places, and has probably become the norm more than in the late 1930s by now. Best to get it done quickly, is what I would guess the reasoning was.
I don't think they didn't think about it at all. They've encountered the issue time and again all their lives, whenever foreigners or even folks from the more backward parts of their own nation venture past the comfort zones. This is a deliberate decision to challenge the guests is my opinion.
Economy also favors a relaxed attitude as to which gender may use a given facility. For a time there will be shortages in much working class housing, and plumbing that is barely adequate for the number of people it needs to serve will not be doubled up just to cover gender prissiness. But that is transitory; as time passes the nation can surely afford lots of restroom facilities generously sited.
I suspect a certain zeal in pushing people to unisex restrooms is characteristic of the more hardcore revolutionary types. But the UASR is home to tens of millions who grudgingly accept the Revolution as a fait accompli they must live with, and between these reactionary dissenters and the radicals are roughly half the population that thinks the Revolution is on the whole and at least partially a good thing, and supports it, but resents what they regard as extremism. And unlike say the USSR under Stalin, these people have some right to stand their ground. Being systematically counterrevolutionary is very dangerous as it attracts the attention of the people's security organs, who might make a mistake in judging whether a person crosses the line into actual counterrevolutionary activity, and anyway being hard-right from head to toe is not going to be popular with the neighbors, even in rather less progressive neighborhoods.
But having a few scruples at odds with D/DL ideology is going to be normal enough, and widespread. If a person wants to get ahead in the various people's bureaucracies, it would be wise to lose those scruples, or anyway hide them. But tens of millions of ordinary, acceptably patriotic and helpful UASR citizens will have this or that conservative hangup, and I expect entire regions and districts will veer well to the right of the national norm.
So it is, in the parts of Dixie where hardcore Debs-DeLeonists are few and far between, and the Democrat-Republicans dominate the elections, you bet that there men's and women's restrooms remain carefully separated--in fact in some backwaters, separate facilities for whites and "coloreds" might persist for some decades. In the less revolutionary suburbs of the great cities of the north, one might find similar bastions of an older morality, and it might be that even in some of the heartlands of revolutionary sentiment, in the big city centers, it might be deemed expedient to segregate the restrooms for the sake of avoiding an unnecessary and peripheral wave of squabbles.
What I suspect is going on here is a form of shock immersion. Elsewhere in "Metropolis," perhaps the next apartment over, there are customary men's and women's restrooms so designated, I would guess. But the idea here is to take backward Canadians never exposed to Revolutionary culture and open them up to a new world of possibilities. Someone made a conscious decision that although Canadians expect separated facilities, they will run smack into unisex ones their first day and have to deal with it in their designated residence. It is after all a reality they will have to face in many places, and has probably become the norm more than in the late 1930s by now. Best to get it done quickly, is what I would guess the reasoning was.
I don't think they didn't think about it at all. They've encountered the issue time and again all their lives, whenever foreigners or even folks from the more backward parts of their own nation venture past the comfort zones. This is a deliberate decision to challenge the guests is my opinion.
Bookmark1995
Banned
All 40 of us were gathered in a rec room on the second floor. It was a spacious room, with everything a pre-Webteenager could want: pool tables, table tennis, foosball, and comfy couches. The walls were various shades of red, and the entire floor was covered with a plaid carpet.
We were quickly divided into groups of three, thirteen each. Our group was led by Dave. The other two groups were led by one person who was black, and another person who looked Chinese. We all were made to sit on the carpeted floor in a circle around our adviser.
In that group was Lisa, the girl who attacked George. Neither of the two were able to stare each other in the eye during our whole orientation.
"Welcome comrades," Dave began to break the ice. "So what are we all here for?" No one really responded to his question, we all assumed it was a rhetorical question, and most of us were still somewhat overwhelmed by the different environment. Lisa and George's discomfort reflected our emotional state at the moment. .
Dave repeated his question, without a reduction in any of the excitement shown. It was Ian who finally decide to take the bait, by raising his hand.
"You handsome comrade," Dave screamed, "What's your name, and what are you here for?"
"Ian Cloyne. I'm here to have the best summer of my life!" Ian thundered. Suddenly everybody started getting less uncomfortable. Ian's personality is more infectious than a cold, I tell you. Without him, the word would be more groggy than a flu victim. Five minutes with him will bring the most shy person out of their shell. The girl next to Ian raised her hand, with a sight smile.
"Great," said Dave. He turned toward the girl. "Your name comrade, and you're reason for being here," he asked in his excited tone.
"Sue Picaire," she said, happy if reserved. The girl was Acadian. "I'm here to see an awesome city."
"Yeah," Ian cheered.
People began exclaiming their names and their motivations in a clockwise order. I got bored and cocked my head to the other group in the far-right. I saw the shy girl, from earlier, Anne was her name, staring at me. When she saw me cock my head toward her, she turned away very quickly. I got so lost staring at her, that I didn't notice Dave calling on me.
"Comrade," said David.
"What," I uttered confused.
"Fellow comrades, let us welcome our fellow traveler as he returns to Earth to greet the rest of us," Dave said in a flamboyant tone while waving his hands at me. Suddenly everybody starting laughing. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment, and I felt my mouth turn into a sheepish smile.
"You're name comrade and what is your purpose here?"
'I didn't want to be stuck working in my father's diner, and wanted to bone girls,' I thought to myself. But, instead I decided to play along.
"To work toward Revolution," I said exuberantly, if insincerely. I suppose it mollified Dave, since he gave me a proud smile. Ian cheered, along with everyone else.
"Good," said Dave. "Because of your love of liberation, you get the honor of working 16 hours every Saturday scrubbing the toilets." I paused at his serious tone. Everybody looked at Dave and I with shock. I felt my face contort with horror, until his stoic face twisted into smile and he started laughing. Everybody started laughing again. Truth is, I started laughing too. Even I had to admit that Dave got me good.
"I'm sorry, Comrade, I didn't mean to scare you," he said happily. His smile went from jovial to somewhat penetrating. "But tell me. What exactly does 'working toward the Revolution', mean to you?" I tried to come up with a cheap reply, but the truth was, I actually realized I didn't know. I actually found it to be an important question. "Well," prodded Dave, seemingly interested in what I have to say.
"Uh, well," I uttered reluctantly, "I think it means... to me, working hard?"
"Well, yes," Dave said, somewhat disappointed with my poor answer, "but how does someone 'work hard' to achieve revolution?" I don't know what he was thinking. I'm working at a diner, and doing some volunteer work. How the hell does that help achieve revolution?
"Can anybody else answer my question," Dave asked, no longer staring at me. George raised his hand.
"Yes Comrade George," Dave asked, "how does one, 'work toward Revolution'?"
"Uh," George said awkwardly, "join the army?"
"Well, yes," Dave, "some have found the army as the best way to bring about Revolution. That works. Anybody else."
There was a sudden chorus of people providing answers that range from reasonable to downright silly.
"So you all have some idea of what 'working toward Revolution is'." Dave concluded. "There are no right or wrong answers. But let's act a different question? What is Revolution?" The sudden quiet came over us. It was more of a contemplative quiet, than a previous nervous quiet. Even though I was still, even I never really thought about it. Living in a border town, I had been bombarded with propaganda from loudspeakers the occasional pamphlet thrown over the fence. They all used the word 'revolution', but in reality, they used it the same way a Cuban politician uses the word 'freedom': without any real meaning or intelligence. It is just a word meant to excite people.
Even though a revolutionary society had been almost on our doorstep, the guys and I never knew what it meant. I looked at Dave, fearing he would take our silence as a sign of our shallow. To my surprise, he didn't seem annoyed at all. He gave us a somewhat sad smile, which I guess was for reassurance.
"Don't worry," he said to us kids. "Nobody really knows what it means to be 'revolutionary' when they first arrive. But I assure you, that you will all have an answer when you guys go home in August. That's what your Pioneer Vacation is all about anyways." He pulled out a bunch of papers, which detailed some requirements.
"You all know where you'll be working and what classes you'll be taking this summer right," he asked. We all nodded. He pulled the sheet to his face and started reading. "As your team adviser, it is my responsibility to guide you during the summer. I'm not just here to make sure you behave, but I will also receive reports from your employer detailing your work ethic, your behavior, and your progress as time. I will also receive reports from your professors, detailing not just your work, but your participation in a classroom setting." He looked up. "Every one of you is required to meet with me once every two weeks, where I will discuss with you the reports I receive, and make recommendations about how you can improve." He paused. "Every Sunday, we will all meet here for games, fun, and so everyone of you can share your weekly experiences." He looked up. "As long as you follow the curricula, you guys will go home with happy memories, and truly understand what it means to be 'revolutionary'." He paused, and gave a very stern look. "However, failure to follow the rules, such as missing meetings and any other serious misbehavior will mean you will be sent to Madame Damelus for disciplinary action. If you continue to act out, or choose not to improve, you will be sent back to Canada at your parents' expense." He paused as we began to shiver. "Understand, that we consider ourselves to be a warm and welcoming people. We will not banish those who stumble. But we will not waste our time on those who don't want to be helped up. You must give as much as you get. Any less, and you do not belong." He soon switched out of his foreboding tone into a bright, happy smile.
"Before we go, let's sing the motto of the Young Pioneers. You'll find it on the back of the papers I presented to you." He pulled up his sheet. "Repeat after me: The People/Who Stand United/Will be Strong/Not Divided/ We Will Fight/For Our Rights/For Our Labors/ We Will Struggle Day and Night/" Soon, everybody in our group, and the kids in the other groups, starting singing that catchy slogan. Some, like Ian, sang it more enthusiastically then others.
But even as I sang the motto of the youth group, one anxious thought went through my mind.
'What the hell did I get myself into?'
Part 8: Orientation, Memoirs of the Red Turn (2006), Harold MacDevon
PROLOGUE
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
We were quickly divided into groups of three, thirteen each. Our group was led by Dave. The other two groups were led by one person who was black, and another person who looked Chinese. We all were made to sit on the carpeted floor in a circle around our adviser.
In that group was Lisa, the girl who attacked George. Neither of the two were able to stare each other in the eye during our whole orientation.
"Welcome comrades," Dave began to break the ice. "So what are we all here for?" No one really responded to his question, we all assumed it was a rhetorical question, and most of us were still somewhat overwhelmed by the different environment. Lisa and George's discomfort reflected our emotional state at the moment. .
Dave repeated his question, without a reduction in any of the excitement shown. It was Ian who finally decide to take the bait, by raising his hand.
"You handsome comrade," Dave screamed, "What's your name, and what are you here for?"
"Ian Cloyne. I'm here to have the best summer of my life!" Ian thundered. Suddenly everybody started getting less uncomfortable. Ian's personality is more infectious than a cold, I tell you. Without him, the word would be more groggy than a flu victim. Five minutes with him will bring the most shy person out of their shell. The girl next to Ian raised her hand, with a sight smile.
"Great," said Dave. He turned toward the girl. "Your name comrade, and you're reason for being here," he asked in his excited tone.
"Sue Picaire," she said, happy if reserved. The girl was Acadian. "I'm here to see an awesome city."
"Yeah," Ian cheered.
People began exclaiming their names and their motivations in a clockwise order. I got bored and cocked my head to the other group in the far-right. I saw the shy girl, from earlier, Anne was her name, staring at me. When she saw me cock my head toward her, she turned away very quickly. I got so lost staring at her, that I didn't notice Dave calling on me.
"Comrade," said David.
"What," I uttered confused.
"Fellow comrades, let us welcome our fellow traveler as he returns to Earth to greet the rest of us," Dave said in a flamboyant tone while waving his hands at me. Suddenly everybody starting laughing. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment, and I felt my mouth turn into a sheepish smile.
"You're name comrade and what is your purpose here?"
'I didn't want to be stuck working in my father's diner, and wanted to bone girls,' I thought to myself. But, instead I decided to play along.
"To work toward Revolution," I said exuberantly, if insincerely. I suppose it mollified Dave, since he gave me a proud smile. Ian cheered, along with everyone else.
"Good," said Dave. "Because of your love of liberation, you get the honor of working 16 hours every Saturday scrubbing the toilets." I paused at his serious tone. Everybody looked at Dave and I with shock. I felt my face contort with horror, until his stoic face twisted into smile and he started laughing. Everybody started laughing again. Truth is, I started laughing too. Even I had to admit that Dave got me good.
"I'm sorry, Comrade, I didn't mean to scare you," he said happily. His smile went from jovial to somewhat penetrating. "But tell me. What exactly does 'working toward the Revolution', mean to you?" I tried to come up with a cheap reply, but the truth was, I actually realized I didn't know. I actually found it to be an important question. "Well," prodded Dave, seemingly interested in what I have to say.
"Uh, well," I uttered reluctantly, "I think it means... to me, working hard?"
"Well, yes," Dave said, somewhat disappointed with my poor answer, "but how does someone 'work hard' to achieve revolution?" I don't know what he was thinking. I'm working at a diner, and doing some volunteer work. How the hell does that help achieve revolution?
"Can anybody else answer my question," Dave asked, no longer staring at me. George raised his hand.
"Yes Comrade George," Dave asked, "how does one, 'work toward Revolution'?"
"Uh," George said awkwardly, "join the army?"
"Well, yes," Dave, "some have found the army as the best way to bring about Revolution. That works. Anybody else."
There was a sudden chorus of people providing answers that range from reasonable to downright silly.
"So you all have some idea of what 'working toward Revolution is'." Dave concluded. "There are no right or wrong answers. But let's act a different question? What is Revolution?" The sudden quiet came over us. It was more of a contemplative quiet, than a previous nervous quiet. Even though I was still, even I never really thought about it. Living in a border town, I had been bombarded with propaganda from loudspeakers the occasional pamphlet thrown over the fence. They all used the word 'revolution', but in reality, they used it the same way a Cuban politician uses the word 'freedom': without any real meaning or intelligence. It is just a word meant to excite people.
Even though a revolutionary society had been almost on our doorstep, the guys and I never knew what it meant. I looked at Dave, fearing he would take our silence as a sign of our shallow. To my surprise, he didn't seem annoyed at all. He gave us a somewhat sad smile, which I guess was for reassurance.
"Don't worry," he said to us kids. "Nobody really knows what it means to be 'revolutionary' when they first arrive. But I assure you, that you will all have an answer when you guys go home in August. That's what your Pioneer Vacation is all about anyways." He pulled out a bunch of papers, which detailed some requirements.
"You all know where you'll be working and what classes you'll be taking this summer right," he asked. We all nodded. He pulled the sheet to his face and started reading. "As your team adviser, it is my responsibility to guide you during the summer. I'm not just here to make sure you behave, but I will also receive reports from your employer detailing your work ethic, your behavior, and your progress as time. I will also receive reports from your professors, detailing not just your work, but your participation in a classroom setting." He looked up. "Every one of you is required to meet with me once every two weeks, where I will discuss with you the reports I receive, and make recommendations about how you can improve." He paused. "Every Sunday, we will all meet here for games, fun, and so everyone of you can share your weekly experiences." He looked up. "As long as you follow the curricula, you guys will go home with happy memories, and truly understand what it means to be 'revolutionary'." He paused, and gave a very stern look. "However, failure to follow the rules, such as missing meetings and any other serious misbehavior will mean you will be sent to Madame Damelus for disciplinary action. If you continue to act out, or choose not to improve, you will be sent back to Canada at your parents' expense." He paused as we began to shiver. "Understand, that we consider ourselves to be a warm and welcoming people. We will not banish those who stumble. But we will not waste our time on those who don't want to be helped up. You must give as much as you get. Any less, and you do not belong." He soon switched out of his foreboding tone into a bright, happy smile.
"Before we go, let's sing the motto of the Young Pioneers. You'll find it on the back of the papers I presented to you." He pulled up his sheet. "Repeat after me: The People/Who Stand United/Will be Strong/Not Divided/ We Will Fight/For Our Rights/For Our Labors/ We Will Struggle Day and Night/" Soon, everybody in our group, and the kids in the other groups, starting singing that catchy slogan. Some, like Ian, sang it more enthusiastically then others.
But even as I sang the motto of the youth group, one anxious thought went through my mind.
'What the hell did I get myself into?'
Part 8: Orientation, Memoirs of the Red Turn (2006), Harold MacDevon
PROLOGUE
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
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Bookmark1995
Banned
You are somewhat on point about the "shock immersion" part. Without revealing too much of the story, I will say Harry and others will be forced into a social environment beyond their understanding. One of the conditions for being allowed to work in the UASR is abiding by very different rules they are not used to, and different expectations then what they get back home. This will be a huge part of the conflicts later in the story.
But the part about unisex bathrooms to be an intentional example of shock immersion, but more of an innocent cultural misunderstanding, which will also be a plot point.
Remember that Metropolis has been a center of social experimentation for nearly half a century (the story is set in 1981). People like Dave have grown up with these changes, and see them as normal, and people who immigrated from Comintern countries, like Damelus, have anticipated these changes. Canadian kids who grew up the rural maritime, meanwhile are cut off from these changes completely, and enter them like a kid about the take an SAT test but never studied. Of course, they could have read about these changes in their guides, but never bothered since the guides looked difficult to read.
Dave, while a decent guy, doesn't really get their discomfort since he has grown up in this social environment.
The story won't just be about "shock immersion", but also the conflicts created by innocent cultural differences from each side.
Redshank Galloglass
Banned
Will Vladivostok become a metropolis ITTL? I could see it happening, especially since the Soviet Navy and Merchant Marine is much, much better than OTL and the potential wealth from a Pacific port would be nice. It would be pretty cool to see a big city in what is really a backasswards part of the world.