The Star-Spangled Expanded Universe of "What Madness Is This?"

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  1. Murica1776 Building an American Tomorrow

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    Who says Carolina boys can't be sneaky? Also, an epic drunken rant from Johnny Gamble.

    Hark the Sound of Defiant Men's Voices: A History of Operation: Knox's Ark

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    Chancellor Gamble meets with OPV agents disguised as cultural attaches in Belfast, Northern Ireland (1928)
    Chancellor Johnny Gamble was a complicated man, with a variety of beliefs, motivations, and goals in his political and personal life. One thing about the man was, however, very simple: his powerful, abiding faith in the Presbyterian Church. In the aftermath of the Great War, he looked on in horror as he saw the proud Presbyterian people of Scotland and Northern Ireland turn to the siren song of Fundamentalism, which promised them a god-given Empire in Europe, as well as "spiritual power" and "liberty." What was even worse was that the Yankees were actively encouraging this turn of events, and the AFC developed a well-funded, ruthlessly efficient machine to convert the Scots and Ulster Scots into their vision of upright, faithful, Fascist Anglo-Saxons. Gamble had always been a pawn of Philadelphia, both witting and unwitting, but this was a breaking point for the Chancellor. He might have to kiss Joe Steele's ass, but he would be god-damned if he would hand the Presbyterian people of the world to his puppetmaster on a silver platter. No sir, Johnny was a gamblin man, and now he was gonna gamble on the preservation of the Presbyterian faith.

    June 3rd, 1925. It's a hot, miserable day in Raleigh, as is to be expected. Chancellor Gamble is sipping on a mint julep on the back porch of the Chancellery Mansion, looking over the rose garden and waiting for his guests to arrive. First to pull up is Anthony Campbell, one of Bunker's lieutenants. Gamble figured out several years ago that Ol' Rust Bucket was a Yankee agent, and the old bastard doesn't travel well these days, so he was able to justify sending for Campbell, a man who has no excessive love for the Yankee Empire. Although it has never been explicitly said, both men are eagerly awaiting the day Rusty breathes his last. The two men exchange friendly greetings, and a fresh tray of mint juleps is sent for. 15 minutes later Billy Bob Thorton, the nation's most highly decorated general pulls up. He too accepts the Chancellor's alcoholic hospitality as they wait for the final delegation to arrive. They don't wait long, and bounding out of a simple black auto, is Alexander MacDonald, the head of the Council of Doctrinal Research for the General Presbytery of the Carolinas. He also grabs a julep, joking "If God didn't want the Cokie man to drink, he wouldn't've made Yankees or women." This earns a hearty chuckle from everyone, and some more friendly banter is exchanged as the men work through their drinks. Finally, after polishing off his second drink, General Thorton speaks up and asks "Aight Johnny, what's this all about? We got a Virtueman, a preacher, a soldier and a politician. Either you're bout to set up a godawful joke or somethin is goin on."

    Gamble gulps down what was left of his (fourth) drink, and tosses an article from the Raleigh News and Observer at him. The headline reads "Three New Fundie Churches Open in Glasgow." Thorton reads the article and passes it to the other men. He replies "Yeah, the Yankees are spreadin their crazy faith to the Scots. Damn shame, but what does it have to do with us?" Gamble grabs another drink and gives a humorless chuckle, before responding: "What does it have to do with us? I'll tell y'all what it has to do with us. Scotland and Northern Ireland are the bulwarks and birthplaces of OUR Presbyterian faith and the Damnyankees are pollutin those folks minds with drugs and snake handlin! They ain't content to take our sovereignty and our money, no the heartless bastards have to try and take our faith from us too! To destroy the Presbyterian project of democracy and freedom for all Anglo-Saxon blooded men! Did y'all know the last emissary Steele sent to make demands of us was a GODDAMN WOMAN? After she gave all of her demands, I wanted to look that bitch right in her icy Yankee eyes and say "Frankly my darling, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN!" But no, I had to play nice and say "Well yes Miss. So and So, anything to strengthen our bonds with our closest allies." I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the YANKEES comin down from on high and tellin me what to do. Sick of em actin like God made the world just for them, and that they can do whatever the hell they want. I wanna hit em back. I know we can't do much, the crazy sons of bitches do surround us n whatnot. But, we can fuck with em. Britain is still a warzone. Right there by Ireland and the Frenchies. Lotta missionaries could get killed and no one would know who to blame. Churches could get bombed, and the deaths pinned on the Paddies. All sorts of strange things happen in a warzone. In fact, they're already dealin with these problems. And of course, we would be remiss if we didn't offer our Presbyterian brethren safe harbor, away from the Papists who would do em harm. They would also be damn far from the Yankee missionaries. They done gave up on convertin us a looong time ago. Do y'all catch my drift?"

    Silence hung over the porch like an Appalachian fog. Then Reverend MacDonald raised his glass and gave the hearty cheer "Hark the Sound of Defiant Men's Voices!." The rest of the men followed. After congratulating the Chancellor for standing up to the Americans, the somewhat drunk gathering formulated a plan that was both audacious and surprisingly brilliant. It would be known as Operation: Knox's Ark, in honor of John Knox, Father of the Presbyterian faith. After an AFC missionary was killed in Belfast by an Irish terrorist on June 31st, Chancellor Gamble phoned Philadelphia and offered "300 Virtuemen of high intelligence and good moral character to defend the Presbyterian homeland and the Americans within." Gamble laid it on thick to President Steele, making the Strong Man revel in what appeared to be yet another case of Cokie groveling and self-humiliation in order to keep him happy. He accepted Gamble's offer, and by September, Northern Ireland and Scotland were home to 300 "cultural attaches" there to "strengthen Carolinas bonds with her Presbyterian brothers and sisters." The whole operation was placed under Campbell's control, and the agents all knew their true mission: to bomb, murder, maim, or otherwise harass Fundamentalists in Scotland and Northern Ireland. Several ammo depots were robbed by ostensible "Beutelists, Papists, and other Inferior sorts" and large quantities of explosives and bullets disappeared. The OPV agents gave much of these to legitimate Beutelist and Catholic terror organizations, on the condition that they only use the given materials on Fundamentalist targets. Given how short on funds most of these cells were, they heartily agreed, and a series of incredibly violent and high-profile church bombings killed thousands of Americans and local converts in the winter of 1925. Churchill and Steele were furious, and Gamble handed over a particularly annoying set of Irish "allies" to them, which boosted the OPV's credibility in Steele's eyes.

    Predictably, the bombings also contributed to the siege mentality of the Scottish and Ulster Scots people living in what was still in many ways an active warzone. Gamble capitalized on this fear and began a massive advertising campaign to encourage Protestant immigration to East Carolina and the African territories. Of course, almost all of the Fundamentalists that applied were turned down "for various reasons that cannot be divulged" although a few were let in as token examples to keep the Church from getting too antsy. Of course, every Presbyterian who didn't have a criminal record (and many that did) was allowed in, and many received land grants to help "civilize the African wilderness." Churchill was very unhappy with this, as he felt that the Carolinians were poaching his people away from him and exploiting a situation they were doing nothing to mitigate. Churchill even ordered his men to harass Cokie immigration officers, who had been sent over by Gamble as part of Operation: Knox's Ark. This resulted in a fiery confrontation between the two men where Gamble came out on top after pointing out that relatively speaking, Carolina was far more powerful and could hurt Britain far more than vice versa. This amused Steele greatly, as he took a sick thrill in watching his two underlings duke it out in a Survival of the Fittest kind of way. He allowed Carolinian operations to go unmolested, despite Churchill's increasingly desperate pleas. The only snag occurred when Churchill took advantage of Steele's natural paranoia and states (correctly, but without solid evidence) that the Cokies were behind the seemingly constant attacks on Fundamentalism in Scotland and Ulster. Gamble was able to sidestep this with another generous heaping of apparent groveling, and by pointing out to Steele "Surely, such a concerted campaign by our nation to undermine the AFC would be an act of war on y'all, wouldn't it? I think a quick look at a map would disavow any person with half a brain that my administration desires war with the Union! We would be destroyed!" This satisfied Steele, especially as tensions once again rose around the world and it seemed far more logical to blame America's actual enemies than their terrified lapdog. The audacity and insanity of Knox's Ark ironically ensured its success. The Operation would continue for many years until the Irish were finally defeated and the Carolinians wisely decided the jig was up. Modern scholars believe that Knox's Ark slowed down the full conversion of Scotland and Ulster by over a decade, and it's certain that it secured over a million Presbyterian immigrants for Carolina. It would be the most influential clandestine operation in Carolinian history.

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    Two AFC missionaries killed in an apparent Beutelist bombing attack in Edinburgh in 1926.


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    Irish Catholic David O'Hanlan, one of many scapegoated by the OPV for its acts of violence in Ulster and Scotland. He would be hanged in 1927.
     
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  2. Murica1776 Building an American Tomorrow

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    I'm gonna post this chapter after I write that short post on an immigrant family, but I figured I'd give y'all a taste:

    Hark the Sound of Mercenary Voices: The Tale of Abaddon the Despoiler, His Yankee Bride, and Their Redneck Rampagers
     
  3. Murica1776 Building an American Tomorrow

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    Hark the Sound of Immigrant's Voices: The Fullerton Family Story
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    The Fullertons circa 1920. From Left to Right, Elizabeth, Janice, Amelia, Madeline, Richard, and Johnathan.
    The Confederation of the Carolinas is arguably the freest nation in the so-called Free World, which admittedly doesn't mean much. However, to the millions of war-weary Protestants of Northern Europe, it meant a great deal after the Great War. Having endured invasion, anthrax, famine, chaos, and tyranny, the huddled masses of the Continent were yearning to breathe free. One such huddled mass was the Fullerton family of Belfast, Ireland.

    Richard Fullerton was born on May 16th, 1891, to Marcus and Theresa Fullerton. The Fullertons, like many in Northern Ireland, were Presbyterian Ulster Scots. They faced violent discrimination from the Catholic ruling class in Ireland, and barely escaped a bombing against their church in 1898 by radical Catholics. Predictably, this did not engender feelings of pro-Catholic or pro-Irish sentiment into young Richard. Nonetheless, he managed to keep his mouth shut and live well enough under Irish rule, even if he did hate the discrimination he endured. When war broke out in 1911, things became more complicated. The Royal Irish Army began a draft, and many Ulster Presbyterians rioted against it. Predictably, the Irish cracked down, and a virtual race/holy war broke out on the home front even as the Irish were preparing to face down the British. Capitalizing on the widespread anger among the Ulster Scots, the British began Radio Free Ulster, a clandestine radio station broadcasting pro-British propaganda to the people of Ulster. Richard tuned in to hear the British Lion, Winnie Churchill himself, promise that the Ulster people would be given the chance to experience local democracy "Like that found in every Presbyterian church," and that their Irish oppressors would be eliminated. Fearing that the Irish would kill him regardless, Richard joined the Ulster Liberation Army in March of 1912, right as the British were planning their invasion. He would meet his similarly radicalized wife, Amelia Grindall in the ULA shortly after joining. Amelia had an even worse chip on her shoulder than Richard, due to the fact that an Irish soldier had murdered her father for not wearing a rosary when she was a child. When news broke of the British-American-Cokie coalition successfully landing in Northern Ireland, the Ulster Scots danced in the streets and openly defied orders from the increasingly overwhelmed authorities.

    Ulster fell relatively quickly, and Richard and Amelia greeted the incoming coalition troops as conquering heroes like the rest of their neighbors when Belfast fell in February 1913. Those Irish that hadn't fled were tarred and feathered in the streets, if they were lucky. However, as the war dragged on, the British and Americans began to anger the Fullertons and others. American and British fundamentalists looked down on Presbyterianism as a "weak-kneed democratic religion" in direct contrast with the teachings of the Prophet and Marxism. While nowhere near as bad as the Irish for the most part, radical Fundamentalist troops harassed Presbyterian ministers and tried to convert congregations. Even less radical troops were known for acting like swaggering, overbearing imperialists. The Carolinians, however, were surprisingly welcomed. At first glance they seemed like a bunch of out-of-control boors whose three favorite things were fighting, scotch, and women in that order. However, the Cokie Ulstermen also had their peculiar Southern chivalry that taught them that one must be a gentleman in another's home, and they were very much in love with the culture of their counterparts. It wasn't unusual to see pews in Presbyterian churches filled with Cokies and locals alike, and many Ulster Scots appreciated their obvious respect for the local culture and love of their shared faith. Christmas 1913 brought the contrast between the Cokies and their fellows into sharp relief.

    Christmas and Patriot-Saints Day fall on the same day, December 25th. Furthermore, fundamentalists have a well-known disregard for Christmas, something they inherited from their Puritan forefathers. Throughout the day, American and British Fundamentalists had been drinking and reveling with abandon, and by evening they were quite drunk. For reasons lost to history, the drunks were quite agitated by the thought of people daring to celebrate Christmas in "their" city. A group of about 200 British and American soldiers drunkenly marched on the First Presbyterian Church of Belfast, dating back to the 1600's, and began harassing worshipers headed to the evening Christmas service and throwing ice at the stained glass windows. This obviously frightened the congregation, who counted Amelia and Richard Fullerton among their number. Despite the constant disruptions, the service went on, but everyone was too afraid to go outside once the service ended. Then by chance, a lone Cokie saw a drunk American throw ice at a window and shatter it, eliciting screams from the congregation. An hour of taunting went by with families huddled together, and men occasionally peeking out of shattered windows to try and see if the foreigners had left yet. At around 7:30 pm, Richard would later recall he heard the tramp of marching feet. Risking a chunk of ice or even a beer bottle to the head, Richard peered out down the street and saw a seemingly endless stream of Cokie military policemen. They were lead by Lieutenant General Archibald "the Grinch" Grindlewald, who many recalled "was clutching a Presbyterian Bible in his left hand, and a billy club in his right." He marched up to the drunk and belligerent fundamentalists and requested that they leave so the churchgoers could celebrate Christmas in peace. A drunk Englishman responded "Ere's what I think of Christmas you horse's arse!" before pulling down his pants and peeing on Grindlewald's shoe. The Lieutenant General smiled and motioned to his men with his billy club. They understood his signal. Before the drunken Fundies could respond, they were set upon by the 500 strong detachment of Cokie MP's, who outnumbered them more than 2 to 1. What followed was a reaction so violent that many historians argue it falls under the category of a "police riot" rather than a normal law enforcement response. The snow turned from white to red as the Fundies were beaten mercilessly. Over a dozen Yankees and Brits would die as a result of their injuries, and several more were paralyzed. Within 20 minutes, all of the interlopers had been cuffed or hogtied by the Cokies and General Grindlewald told the congregation they could safely leave. The church organist struck up Hark the Sound, and the grateful congregation joined their Cokie brethren in singing Carolina's national anthem. The MP's even forced the humiliated and now sober Fascists to join in.

    The Christmas Riot, as it was called, made headlines across the Free World. Chancellor Gamble and the many non-Fundamentalist members of the sphere joined together and demanded that the Custer and Churchill Administrations denounce the actions of their men. There was hesitation at first, as many Americans felt the Fundamentalists had been the victims of a violent overreaction. However, the men running the nation since Custer's secret death knew that they could not afford to anger the entire non-Fundamentalist Protestant world, and eventually condemned the men. In a direct response to the Christmas Riot, Chancellor Gamble issued the Gamble Doctrine, which plainly stated "An attack on Presbyterians anywhere is an attack on Presbyterians everywhere." Cokie soldiers now escorted Presbyterian clergy around the city, and armed Cokie MP's stood outside every Presbyterian Church. The Fullertons, like most Ulster Scots, were incredibly grateful. To show their gratitude to the Cokies, and to mock their other occupiers, Dick Fullerton joined other Ulster Scotsmen in following Fundamentalist preachers around and playing Cokie patriotic tunes on the bagpipes, drowning out their sermons. However, in 1914 the war ended and the Cokies left. Although discrimination was mostly ended for fear of inciting a diplomatic incident, it was still there. By 1916, Dick Fullerton, now the proud father of two little girls, was sick and tired of being oppressed. Furthermore, he didn't want his kids to grow up and be pressured into becoming Fundamentalists, as to quote his diary "I get a peculiar queasy feeling about the Fundamentalists. I don't know why, but something about them feels vaguely sinister." With this in mind, he persuaded his wife to agree to travel to newly colonized East Carolina and become Cokies.

    Their port of entry was Port Knox, formerly known as Port-Au-Prince. There, the Fullertons and several hundred more like them were greeted by friendly Presbyterian missionaries welcoming the new citizens with fried chicken and sweet tea. Furthermore, thousands of regular Cokies were there as well handing them flags, Bibles, and greeting cards. The friendliness of the people and the feeling of belonging was unlike anything the Fullertons had ever known. Amelia would record in her diary "Dick is a strong, stoic man as one would hope. But being welcomed by the Carolinians was too much for him. He broke down crying. I'll always remember what he told me: "Me-me, we're home. At long last, we're home." They were ushered into an OPV office after eating their hearty welcome meal, and quickly granted 500 acres of sugar land due to their status as a family of Scottish Presbyterians, Carolina's most favored immigrants. The Fullertons arrived at the start of summer, which was quite a shock to them. However, the Fullertons adjusted well, and became very successful. Amelia would bear two more children, and all 4 Fullertons were made into proud Cokies. Dick Fullerton made a modest fortune in the sugar trade, and became famous for his generous donations to charities set up to help Cokie Ulstermen veterans. Amelia would also write How the Grinch Saved Christmas, a children's book in which a wise old veteran named the Grinch protected the Whos of Whoville from a mob of evil Farts from Fartville, who hated Christmas for no reason. The book was obviously based on the events of the Christmas Riot of 1913, and was originally going to be essentially a blatant telling of the story. After editing and censorship, the story was less overt, and more generally xenophobic than anti-Yankee. However, the Whos are still blatant Cokies, right down to having the same flag. How the Grinch Saved Christmas would become one of the most popular children's books in Carolinian history.


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    Lieutenant General Archibald "the Grinch" Grindlewald. Around his neck is the Star of Patriotic Service to Carolina, based on the German Iron Cross.

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    A depiction of Amelia Fullerton's fictionalized Grinch, circa 1924.

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  4. Murica1776 Building an American Tomorrow

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    Here it is folks. The most foamingly insane thing I've ever wrote. Also, a bit of a long boi.


    Hark the Sound of Mercenary Voices: The Tale of Abaddon the Despoiler, His Yankee Bride, and Their Redneck Rampagers

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    Young Abbadon Earnhardt on his farm before becoming a mercenary, circa 1914
    The Carolinian people are, above all else, a martial people. Descendants of Scottish Border Reavers and Ulster Scots, the Cokie people and their ancestors have over the course of their centuries long history defied the English, colonized the Irish, fought their fellow American colonists, destroyed the Native Americans, enslaved Africans, defied the British, defied the French, crushed the Virginians, and colonized Africa and East Carolina. In short, they are a conquering people with a history of obliterating every nation in their path. Predictably, such a people has produced many tough, skilled, blood soaked warriors. William Wallace, Andrew Jackson, James Polk, and many more belong to this long tradition. However, as is to be expected, the Cokie war spirit also produces warriors of a far more evil, crazed nature. Perhaps the most infamous of these is one Abaddon Earnhardt, whose track record was so bloody that he became known as Abaddon the Despoiler. This is his story.

    Abaddon Earnhardt was born on June 19th, 1898, to Julie and Jonah Earnhardt in rural West Carolina. Abaddon was the youngest of 11 children, and constantly fought with his siblings to be the top dog in the household. His parents were also very harsh and devout Presbyterians, even by Cokie standards. In a later attempt to disassociate Abaddon and his men from the Cokie people, the Gamble Administration would claim that their Presbyterianism had been "corrupted and altered by malignant foreign influences with no bearing on true Presbyterianism." Impartial historians have not found any evidence to suggest this. This doesn't mean that the Earnhardts weren't theologically unusual. By all accounts they had an obsession with "purity" both physical and religious that was highly abnormal even by Cokie standards, likely due to some psychological trauma in Jonah and Julie's past. Notably, when the children were teenagers their parents forced them to wash their hands in boiling water after any kind of contact with a member of the opposite sex to which they were not related. This, on top of the parents already harsh discipline regimen even by the standards of the time, would certainly help contribute to Abaddon's future instability. To escape his harsh life, Abaddon read schoolboy stories of Leonidas, Oliver Cromwell, Julius Caesar, and other brutal conquerors, fantasizing about having the power to march into a foreign land, take what he wanted, and "purify" the rest. It's also believed that these readings helped give the young man his knack for leadership and strategy, as he studied his idols' methods of persuasion, battle, and control.

    When Abaddon was 16, Chancellor Gamble declared a punitive expedition into Germania to destroy the Illuminists who had committed the heinous Embassy Massacre. Filled with religion-fueled patriotic fury, all 6 of the Earnhardt boys enlisted. Thanks to his reading preferences, Abaddon was the most excited to go, as envisioned himself as a latter day legionary sent to tame the German wilderness. He trained with the Wade Hampton Volunteers and soon saw combat in Germania. The war would further destabilize the troubled young man. His hatred against the Loomies would only increase as the war dragged on, and the brutal nature of the expedition gave him a callous disregard for "impure life" that would have made most Yankees flinch. Notably, after Abaddon's squad caught up with some of the original Illuminists who had committed the Embassy Massacre, he and the other men wanted to punish them brutally for what they did. Abaddon took initiative by gathering and whittling downed telegraph poles into stakes, which he and the men subsequently used to impale the child murderers. Their commanding officer was furious, but had to back down in the face of a near-mutiny led by Abaddon. Savage as this was, it would be just the start for the budding war criminal. Despite this incident Abaddon actually came home the most decorated member of his family, winning several medals for gallantry in battle. It is also highly probable that he left behind an illegitimate son in Berlin with a woman 10 years his senior, as reports emerged of a young boy who would grow to have a striking resemblance to the future Cokie warlord. When he came home his family gave him the first sign of true appreciation he had ever actually seen. This, combined with his mental instability and growing addiction to the rush of combat meant that Abaddon was ill-suited to civilian life.

    In 1921, after struggling to deal with his growing violent urges and hatred for farm life, Abaddon snapped and killed a neighbor with whom he had been quarreling. Not wanting to be arrested, he fled into the wilderness to live among the moonshiners and rednecks of Appalachia. To his surprise, Abaddon was welcomed by these historically clannish and isolated folks. This was because many of his fellow veterans from the Germanian campaign had come from Appalachia and had spread stories of Abaddon the Cokie War Hero, among other such figures. Abaddon lived among the moonshiners for a year as an accomplice, helping them defend their stills from a thinly stretched OPV. However, the 23 year old soon became restless again. He wanted to have adventures. He wanted to conquer, pillage, and colonize, just like his childhood heroes. To this end, Abaddon used his strange charisma to recruit several hundred of his moonshiner friends and fellow veterans promising them "Money, glory, adventure, and conquest. We shall have Victory in Jesus!" The men spent spent the summer of 1922 training to get into fighting form before Abaddon formed the Carolinian Security Corporation (CSC). The CSC got their first several contracts in East Carolina in the winter of '22, helping put down native revolts and deporting thousands of the African descended natives to Jacksonland. To quote Abaddon's diary "It ain't much, but it's honest work." The CSC gained a reputation for brutal efficiency and their growing fame ensured a constant stream of un-glamorous but relatively lucrative work. Finally, in April 1924, Abaddon and his men hit pay dirt. A representative of the Dutch government approached the men with a job offer. The Dutch had an empire in Asia that was incredibly lucrative, but also hard to control. Dutchmen were ridiculously outnumbered by the natives and many of their native puppets were frequently troublesome. The Philippines were especially notorious for having a frequently rebellious population split between Catholics and Muslims. Once again, the Philippines were in revolt. So, the Dutch offered Abaddon a huge sum of money and "rights to the spoils of war" if he could suppress the rebellion raging in the north of the country. He quickly accepted, and outfitted the CSC with official uniforms, coffee grinders, and other state of the art equipment. By June, the men had shipped out and were headed to Manila. The trip there would change Abaddon's life forever.

    On June 15th, his 26th birthday, the ship carrying Abaddon and his crew stopped in Lincolnton, Pacifica (formerly known as San Francisco) to refuel and resupply. The ship would be in port several days, so Abaddon decided to pass the time by going to bars looking for drinks and a good fight. Instead, he found Sara Dirks. Sara was an unmarried 27 year old Boston girl who had come West by herself to claim a piece of the massive bonanza of post-war land and assets. She was by all accounts a deadly and fierce woman, who appears to have killed several Spanish Catholic men to claim their land. According to their diaries, their eyes met as they both ordered Glenlivet Scotch at the same time. The two then struck up a conversation which quickly turned flirtatious. Abaddon quickly settled both their tabs and booked a hotel room, where they spent the night together. In the succeeding days the two spent every waking moment together. Sara was enamored by Abaddon's thirst for conquest and power, believing it indicated that he was a "true Strong Man." For his part, Abaddon was enamored by her energy, force of will, and her ability to keep up with his drinking. The ship was ready on the 18th, and Sara made him a wager: If he could bring back a Papist treasure she deemed worthy, she would marry him. He accepted her wager, promising "To lay at your feet all the gold I can find." As a parting gift, she gave him her address so he could write her, a copy of the Four Books of Manifest Destiny, and biographies of Presidents Lincoln and Custer. He accepted them graciously and then departed for Manila.

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    Sara Dirks, circa 1924

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    Two CSC men in uniform, 1924

    The men arrived in Manila a week later. There, they coordinated with Dutch forces. The city itself was still under control, albeit barely. However, the countryside surrounding Manila was a hornet's nest of rebellion. The men marched into the countryside and spent the next three months crushing the rebellion. This was done with a level of brutality that startled Dutch observers, including systematic ethnic cleansing. They also plundered everything they could find, mainly valuable agricultural products. However, the efficiency of the CSC was undeniable, and their exploits earned them the nickname of "The Redneck Rampagers" in the international press. Towards the end of September, as the campaign was winding down in the countryside, Manila exploded into anarchy after a Dutch police officer killed a Catholic man. The Redneck Rampagers immediately marched back to Manila and proceeded to unleash hell upon the non-Dutch inhabitants. Whole shantytowns were burned, and the Rampagers killed an estimated 25% of the city's population. They also looted many of Manila's famously lavish Catholic churches, taking everything from invaluable manuscripts to gold crucifixes. One gold crucifix that Abaddon took for himself was the so-called "Bleeding Cross" a large gold crucifix with a golf ball size ruby in the middle. It was worn by the legendary Bishop Alejandro Santiago, who supposedly died protecting it during the Spanish colonization of the Philippines. The ruby allegedly contained his spirit, and was considered a holy artifact by the local Catholics. The remaining locals allege that Abaddon's later madness was a punishment for stealing the Bleeding Cross.

    With the Philippines under control for the time being, the newly dubbed Redneck Rampagers (Abaddon legally changed the name of the company) steamed home to enjoy their riches in October. Like last time, the ship stopped over in Lincolnton, Pacifica. Sara was waiting at the dock to greet Abaddon and see if he had been able to uphold his end of the wager. Abaddon came off of the ship with a simple knapsack in hand. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he got down on bended knee and presented his love with the Bleeding Cross. Her view of Abaddon (or Abbie as she sometimes called him) as a Strong Man was confirmed and they rushed to the courthouse to get married. Sara also arranged to have her land sold so she could immediately leave Pacifica behind and join her new husband on his adventures. To his surprise, Sara was quite a markswoman and a ruthless fighter. This further convinced him that she was his one true love, and that they could have a life of adventure together. They steamed back to East Carolina, where they would spend a month on their honeymoon. However, as soon as they were ready to get back to work, the Dutch were waiting with more problems in the Philippines. The couple used their improved fame to recruit more men to their Redneck Rampagers, whose ranks swelled to 10,500 men. The Redneck Rampagers would spend all of 1925 and 1926 in the troubled island colony, and Abaddon actually received the title of External Adjutant-General of the Philippines from the Dutch, essentially making him and his men a law unto themselves. The Redneck Rampagers succeeded where Dutch troops failed, suppressing the various rebellions with sheer force. However, alarming reports got back to Amsterdam of escalating cruelty and peculiar rituals taking place. This period is often marked as the beginning of Abaddon's true insanity. Sara's influence introduced Abaddon and his men to Sweet Victory and other drugs, which they consumed frequently. Furthermore, it appears that the couple truly brought out the worst in each other. Sara brought out Abaddon's bloodlust and obsession with purity as she converted him to Social Darwinism, even though he remained a devout Presbyterian. Abaddon for his part brought out Sara's psychotic jealousy and possessiveness, believed to have started developing when her father abandoned her to move to Redemption in her childhood. Compounding these problems was the fact that the Rampagers had formed a cult of personality around the couple, and worshiped them as their commanders. The result of this convergence of factors was that where before Abaddon and his crew had favored ruthless efficiency, they were now becoming increasingly sadistic. Sara in particular took joy in murdering native women she considered a "threat" in creative and horrifying ways.

    Unfortunately, the Dutch government reacted to these reports with a mix of disbelief and apathy. Abaddon had done in 2 1/2 years what their government had been struggling with for decades: he shut up the natives. In fact, he killed so many of them that he actually altered the colony's demographics in Amsterdam's favor. The Dutch showered commendations upon their pet Cokie warlord and even gave him a couple medals. This only further destabilized Abaddon, although he was still sane enough to fool the grateful authorities. In 1927, the Dutch again requested his services in Indochina, putting down a rebellious puppet. Again, the Dutch promised spoils of war and huge sums of money to Abaddon, who was well on his way to becoming one of the richest men in Carolina at this point. However, he wanted more. Abaddon requested that the Dutch allow him to set up his own puppet regime over the rebellious territory in Indochina, alongside the payment. Thinking Abaddon could be a good "transition leader" put in place before they eventually annexed the region, the Dutch agreed. The Redneck Rampagers arrived in Northern Indochina in April 1927, and quickly overthrew the rebellious "King of All the Indochinas" Chinh Nguyen. However, putting down the actual people was more difficult, but machine guns, flamethrowers, and terror tactics had the job done by November. Dutch colonial officials and a Cokie delegation came to honor Abaddon at a ceremony in the wilderness where he declared himself the Supreme Commander of the Christian State of Indochina. His speech raised some alarm bells among the delegations, as it indicated that Abaddon was at the very least suffering from delusions of grandeur. They truly had no idea how right they were to be concerned.

    At first, everything seemed fine. Abaddon built railroads and ports to maximize his ability to profit off of the region, and awed the world with plunder from lost Buddhist temples and the palaces of warlords long gone. Totally normal and commendable by colonialist standards. The problem came when the Dutch tried to get their share of the wealth. The first tax delegation that disappeared was ruled a tragic accident. The second made people suspicious. When the leader of the third Dutch delegation was sent back to Amsterdam in several pieces, the Dutch were enraged. An expeditionary force of 12,000 men was rallied and went into the jungle. There were 25 survivors, who were so traumatized that they were all either institutionalized or committed suicide within a year. They told tales of torture and impalement that allegedly made members of Dutch High Command vomit. Making matters even worse, Abaddon was now attacking the Chinese and the Dutch in raids, escalating the probability of war and making Amsterdam look weak. Another expeditionary force of 40,000, including 5,000 Cokies lent by Chancellor Gamble to "reign in our country's deranged son," was dispatched to the region in January 1930. What they saw disturbed them greatly. First of all, the natives were in sorry shape even by colonialist standards. Secondly, they found the remains of some of the first expedition's men displayed as trophies throughout the jungle. This steeled the men to do whatever was necessary to bring in Abaddon dead or alive. They fought for six grueling months against the highly skilled Redneck Rampagers, but sheer weight of numbers meant that by July 7th, Abaddon and his last 1000 men were forced into a final standoff on his massive plantation. The expeditionary force used aerial forces to aid in the battle, and they emerged victorious. Abaddon and Sara were killed in a berserker charge against the government forces. Most of the plantation was in ruins, but the main house was mostly still standing. Government forces gingerly entered, terrified of booby traps. They found none, but they did find 3 small children. The children would be taken by the Cokie forces back to Carolina and put into foster care. In Abaddon's study, they found more disturbing items, including human organs, massive piles of heroin and cocaine, apparent ancient occult texts, two diaries, and war plans. The latter were most shocking to the Dutch. Abaddon had been using his raids against them and the Chinese to test their defenses. He had identified several major strategic weakness in the Dutch empire. Theoretically, if he had acquired sufficient manpower, Abaddon could have overrun Indochina. Needless to say, this sparked discussion in Amsterdam. The diaries, belonging to Sara and Abaddon, were handed over to the Dutch to see if any more useful war plans within them. There weren't any plans in the diaries, and they somehow found their way into the hands of the Yankee press. They cleaned up Abaddon's story and presented him and Sara as a tragic Strong Pinnacle Couple that could have achieved greatness if they hadn't "gone native" (which they never did). The Barnumsburg Tribune dubbed the warlord "Abaddon the Despoiler of Infee Kingdoms" for his legendary plundering. The title Despoiler stuck with him forever. Meanwhile, the Dutch were busy stripping him of his commendations and the Cokies essentially tried to "unperson" him and deny that he ever existed, as he was considered an Americanized lunatic. His legend would live on in many Yankee "soldier of fortune" style magazines, and many young Americans would grow up dreaming of being the next Abaddon or Sara Earnhardt.

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    Privates Daan De Jong and Levi Janssen of the Royal Dutch Army in Indochina, before heading out on the first failed expedition to apprehend Abaddon. Both of them would die in the jungle.

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    Cokie marines on an elephant with a mounted Coffee Grinder in the second expedition, circa May 1931.

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  5. John Spangler A man of wealth and taste

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  6. Time Enough Nightmare angel of the Tea Rooms

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    The horror...the horror.

    Damn that was something, I can see the Dutch reacting with confusion at this whole mess and maybe changing some of there colonial strategies in wake of this (like not hiring a man with delusional ambitions and maybe sticking with Native/Dutch troops).

    On the other hand there probably happy about the Philippines becoming screwed up ethnic wise, seeing it as a Petri dish for all sorts of bizzare Eugenics/Caste experiments as they try and breed out/deport the remaining Filipinos and replace them with White/Mixed Race individuals.
     
  7. Simeon La empresa crecerá más grande

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    So, the canon had the Dutch East Indies being akin to the Congo Free State?
     
  8. Murica1776 Building an American Tomorrow

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    Canon hasn't really said much about the Philippines, but I figured if you look at the map and see how stretched they are that rebellions would be relatively common, if not somewhat frequent. When you're constantly dealing with rebellions, you either crack down or retreat. They ain't retreatin...

    Plus, I figure it's a crazy but fun story, so if Napo contradicts it in canon, so be it. It's his story and I'm just happy to be able and give my spin on things that aren't fleshed out
     
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