Zulu Mfecane. Qing slaughter of the Dzungars. East African slave trade. That's just off the top of my head.

Pretty much every regime's been evil. What makes colonialists worse is that they pretend they're better.
Yes but she is on par with Leopold II in terms of deaths
 
Yes but she is on par with Leopold II in terms of deaths
She had a few hundred to thousand executed, tens of thousands more imprisoned, and some more (not sure exactly how many) died from disease and famine during the crunch period of rapid industrialization.

Leopold II and his goon squad killed about 10 million people and mutilated millions more while enslaving the Congo.

The two aren't even remotely comparable.
 
I’m sorry, did I see mention of a religion worshipping the republic?

If so, can I help?! :extremelyhappy:

The American Fundamentalist Church will be founded very soon in the coming chapters! It's founder gets his ideas during the Revolutionary War, but it comes full-on in the 1820s-ish era. And I will of course be taking suggestions. They don't worship the Republic per se, they worship Jehovah, but really they worship Manifest Destiny and seek to establish the New Jerusalem on Earth.
 

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The American Fundamentalist Church will be founded very soon in the coming chapters! It's founder gets his ideas during the Revolutionary War, but it comes full-on in the 1820s-ish era. And I will of course be taking suggestions. They don't worship the Republic per se, they worship Jehovah, but really they worship Manifest Destiny and seek to establish the New Jerusalem on Earth.

Oooh... I’ve always believed the US needed a religion that worshipped venerated it as a manifestation of Divine Will (and am suprised one has not yet been created OTL), and have invested way too much time planning out what such a faith would look like.
 
Oooh... I’ve always believed the US needed a religion that worshipped venerated it as a manifestation of Divine Will (and am suprised one has not yet been created OTL), and have invested way too much time planning out what such a faith would look like.

Well it's coming up soon so hold on tight! lol
 
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Map of the World 1807. Zoidberg's original map from WMIT Classic. Right now it's still accurate for the Redux.
 
She had a few hundred to thousand executed, tens of thousands more imprisoned, and some more (not sure exactly how many) died from disease and famine during the crunch period of rapid industrialization.

Leopold II and his goon squad killed about 10 million people and mutilated millions more while enslaving the Congo.

The two aren't even remotely comparable.
Leopold killed about half the population of the Congo through a combination of disease, enslavement and outright murder. She killed about half of the population of Madagascar through a combination of disease, enslavement and murder. If her reign really was just a Malagasy Meiji, I wouldn't expect such a high death toll. I certainly haven't heard of such a toll in Japan.

I think its simpler to conclude that she was a more tyrannical than average ruler, and Europeans don't always lie about everything. Their tend to be grains of truth in these things, and Europeans found special mention for her.
 
Leopold killed about half the population of the Congo through a combination of disease, enslavement and outright murder. She killed about half of the population of Madagascar through a combination of disease, enslavement and murder. If her reign really was just a Malagasy Meiji, I wouldn't expect such a high death toll. I certainly haven't heard of such a toll in Japan.

I think its simpler to conclude that she was a more tyrannical than average ruler, and Europeans don't always lie about everything. Their tend to be grains of truth in these things, and Europeans found special mention for her.
She killed, imprisoned, or enslaved a few thousand Christians while maintaining a military of about 20,000 men, so we can assume that direct executions accounted for maybe .01% of the population of the Merina kingdom (not all of Madagascar). Do you have a source on her killing half the population of the island?
 
The description of violence felt way too close to WMIT not to share. Change the location to the east coast and the persecuted minority, and you’v Got a standard weekend in the RU
 
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 8
THE WAR OF 1812 BEGINS
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"Men of France, today we stand on the cusp of total victory! Centuries from now, your grandchildren will say of you that never since the days of Rome, the Millennium Empire, had the world seen such resplendent glory. Glory, gentlemen of France! Glory for you! Glory for me! Glory for France! And Glory Eternal to Caesar and to the Eternal Empire! Gloire à César! Vive César Napoléon!"
-Marshal Ney

Napoleon Bonaparte had declared that this so-called War of 1812 would be the climax of his conquering career. This would be the true beginning of the Pax Napoleonica, an era of peace and stability he had promised in 1810. Everything begun at that riot a young artillery officer had quelled so many years before and all the deaths and lives ruined and all the blood and coin spent since would finally--supposedly--pay off. The annihilation of France's immortal foe, Jolly John Bull and his Cockney Cohorts, was supposedly at hand. Hostilities with England had never ceased, so some historians refer to this struggle as the Campaign of 1812. But this campaign rocked the entire world to its core and is considered the most important turning point in world, and especially American, history.

Britain, at this stage of the game, was completely and utterly bankrupt and an international pariah. It was running on fumes, and all of Europe knew it. Hardly any European power felt any remorse seeing the broken-down English Royal Family losing power. Spain was particularly smug, satisfied revenge was coming for the Armada's Destruction centuries before. Really, the English had repeatedly spat in the eyes of most of Napoleon's rivals in years past. Now, it was coming back to haunt them. Napoleon had long been regarded as a "whelp" and "impish boy-emperor," but the truth was that was how England had been viewed when it truly started flexing its muscles a century prior, facing down ancient regimes such as the Spanish Empire.

But Britain still had a large army. It was a blessing and a curse, as Britain's army was so large by this point that many soldiers were buying their own food and wearing homemade uniforms. The various territories and colonies under the British Crown were extremely far-flung, ranging from fairly safe locales such as Southern India to wildly volatile places like Jamaica and the Bahamas, which were barely fighting off repeated Franco-Georgian attacks. The need for manpower was huge. Britain came out with several improved ways of making cloth and ammunition (both of which were immediately stolen by her enemies), and also started using women and children in factories. Everyone was bracing itself for the "Invasion of Canada."

The deployment of so many troops to Canada, and the cost to equip them, was exactly what Napoleon had engineered the entire time, playing the greatest mind game in his life. The coast of England was still well fortified, of course, as William would never let his guard down so close to his own keep, but Ireland was drastically exposed. In fact, a good percentage of the troops shipped to Canada were shipped from the Emerald Isle. To top it off, Denmark, allied with France, had Iceland, which was a great place to hide French and her allies' ships on the backside of Britain. Indeed, Napoleon was planning his greatest offensive ever, but it was not upon Ireland, but upon Great Britain itself.

The combined Franco-Spanish-Russian Armada was to challenge the Royal Navy to do battle. Napoleon's master plan would not work unless William's ships were defeated then and there. Everything hinged upon this. The Armada would then barrage the English coast and feign an assault, with troops in smaller landing boats arriving to launch a diversionary attack on Truro, Cornwall. Meanwhile, a small fleet from Iceland would attack Scotland's coast, confusing the British even more as to where to expect the main landing. Had they been tricked, and a bizarre invasion was coming from Scotland? Or was that a diversion, with the Frogs in the English Channel being the real threat? The answer was neither: a huge Imperial pan-European invasion army would land at Cork, Waterford, and areas south of Dublin. The simmering Irish revolutionaries would take up arms once more and assist in the total takeover of Ireland. Joseph Bonaparte would take power as the puppet King of Ireland, answering directly to his brother the French Emperor. If necessary, assaults would be launched into Scotland across the Irish Sea. By that point, Wales, which had long had a pro-French underground movement, would be promised independence if it seceded. After all that, England would be forced to accept Napoleon's terms. No fantastic invasion of "the White Cliffs of Dover," with thousands of French soldiers scaling up on grapples and bludgeoning their way through England would be necessary. It would be a final, brutal extermination of Britain's power simply, and Napoleon bet everything on it succeeding to plan.

On May 1, 1812, the Armada joined up and challenged the Royal Navy, under Nelson's successor Admiral Cuthbert Collingwood, 1st Baron Collingwood. It was another seemingly pro-French "Act of God" that the British had just suffered a terrible storm three days prior which had damaged many vessels. Suchet's words about "God being French" rang true once more, claimed the Empire. Over the next grueling two and a half days of battle, dozens if not hundreds of ships sank to the bottom of the ocean in what one historian labeled "Armageddon on the Atlantic." It was the final test of British strength.
Early in the morning of May 3, Collingwood stood on the deck of his flagship the HMS Morpeth surveying the enemy's movements. A Russian frigate, the Nevsky, appeared suddenly alongside the Morpeth, its approach having been hidden by morning mist and battle smoke from guns and the many burning ships. The Russians opened fire with canister shot, obliterating many of the sailors and officers on deck like sitting ducks, followed by chain shot, destroying the main boom of the Morpeth. The large log fell directly on Collingwood, breaking his spine (paralyzing him) and removing him from the battle. The Russians kept the barrage up for an hour, sustaining much damage themselves. However, finally a solid barrage hit the powder storage of the British ship, sinking it. Collingwood was accepted as a prisoner as his officers brought him over to the Nevsky in a lifeboat. With cheers of "Ooh-rah! Ooh-rah!" the Russian sailors on deck of the Nevsky waved their fists in the air as the Royal Navy's flagship sank below the waves, fiery bits of sail, wood, and corpses floating on the red-stained water of the English Channel.

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The Sinking of the HMS Morpeth

Collingwood had had a good chance at winning despite the storm damage received before the battle, but with him gone--and news that King William had supposedly collapsed in London following a mental fit--the morale of the Royal Navy was destroyed. At noon, some two hours after the Morpeth was destroyed, Commander Hickory Godfrey Hoover surrendered, having witnessed the annihilation of most of his fleet. It was a bloody, hard-won victory, and the French, Russians, and the other allies had suffered huge losses. Russia had lost half their ships. The entire fleet from Italy was sleeping with the fishes. But as soon as the British survivors--including Collingwood--were escorted back to France and word sent to Paris, the Armada continued on to barrage the English Coast and send fire ships (captured English vessels beyond repair) up the Thames. They might not have a triumphal assault on Buckingham Palace, but they were going to make sure they psychologically traumatized the entire English population. They would know fear. They would see the wrath of Caesar, who had they had so long opposed, come floating straight into their capital city.

At that point, a small fleet of Dutch ships landed at Truro, Cornwall, and set up shop. The bizarre landing made the British believe this strange assault was going to try to break Cornwall away and set it up as a puppet state. The British soldiers at Cornwall were led by incompetent General Wilbur Whiteham. He so bungled the counter-assault on the city that French Marshal Laurent de Gouvion Saint-Cyr, 1st Marquis of Gouvion-Saint-Cyr, said that "God has put a hex on England this day. What damage storms have done to the English cause, their own incompetence has done more." Saint-Cyr actually requested allowance to press the assault inland, to take all of Cornwall, because he had the British forces routing, their morale broken. Instead, he was instructed to await reinforcements as Napoleon feared a general mustering of the British population if the attack went any further.

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The pathetic British naval defenses of Truro are destroyed by Saint-Cyr's ships

Up to the north, an uncoordinated battle was being fought by shocked and unprepared Scottish sailors against the small Franco-Danish fleet that had arrived from Iceland. Neither side knew for sure what had happened on the Channel yet, and they especially had no idea the British Navy had been defeated. Instead the Allied ships simply trusted they had defeated the Royal Navy and pressed the attack according to schedule. The French and Danes were defeated, but the Scots thoroughly shaken. They immediately called up forces from deeper inside Scotland, which infuriated the British Command when they needed troops to send down to Truro and London. The French laughed gleefully at their enemies hysterical amount of bad luck and poor decisions as the real invasion army hit Cork and Crosshaven. Then they stopped laughing. The bloodbath had begun.

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British troops engage Allied troops in Ballycotton

There were not as many British troops in Ireland as there should have been, since so many were in Canada, but the fighting was still very intense. Ballycotton and Ardmore were absolute bloodbaths, with thousands dead and wounded. It was the bloodiest fighting of the entire Napoleonic Era. General Arthur Wellesley, a native Irishman, was in command of the Army of Ireland, and he was determined to hold the line. Royal ships at Rosslare Harbor, on the south-eastern corner of Ireland, put up a good fight but were sunk by the French, Spanish, and Russians.

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General Arthur Wellesley

The Irish Sea became a huge battlefield. Several marshals, generals, and admirals tried to coordinate the massive assault from a select number of ships. It was almost impossible. Meanwhile, Catholic priests were assembling their congregations in France, praying for "God Almighty to smite the British devils." Napoleon himself was up for days at a time, drinking heavily just to get through sleepless nights and bloodshot days at the planning tables.

Wellesley finally fell back to Killarney with his officer staff and his personal regiments. The rest he spread out, attempting to create an impenetrable wall "from Kenmare to Wicklow." This worked for the time being, but revolutionary Irish militias were forming in Derry, Donegal, Monaghan, and multiple other locations behind his lines. The Allies were trying to strike rapidly, and when Marshal Ney arrived to take command on land, he made an immediate thrust at Clonmel with several thousand Imperial troops, including some Russian horse regiments that utterly terrified the British. With the hero Ney at the command, morale soared and the Allies pressed the attack.

In late May, just three weeks after the decisive Battle of the Channel, William realized the entire plan all along had been to invade Ireland. They tried to recall some Canadian troops, but it was too late, and several regiments were sunk by an allied American fleet around Nova Scotia. Wellesley had been forced to start fighting on both his front and rear, against the French and Irish respectively. He forced his way into Limerick to set up a new headquarters. London instructed him to make his stand there while Scottish General Thomas Graham tried to fight his way in from Scotland and take Derry from the rebels. Captured Irish fighters faced no mercy and were executed as traitors on the spot by the British Army.

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General Thomas Graham, the highest-ranking officer in the Scottish Army

Despite huge losses, the Allied army was still confident of a decisive breakthrough. Private Jean-Paul Christophe Nicolas Napoleon Sarkozy, in an example of the spirit of the time, wrote in his diary (on a page dated June 18th, 1812) that, "Victory is so close I can almost taste it. All the other men in my regiment say the same. They say Marshal Ney is preparing to take Thurles and Newcastle West, and if he does that, Wellesley will be trapped like the rat he is."

The French, under the daring and dashing but trigger-happy Ney, were defeated and pushed back on June 25, after Ney attempted such a breakthrough. Thomas Graham was not given enough men to use the momentum to take Derry, however, as London insisted on fortifying the national capital and plugging up the Cornwall Front before Saint-Cyr invaded Wales, which was beginning to show a desire for independence as people realized Britain simply couldn't keep up their defensive war forever.

King William was in the pits of a health crisis, and no one was left to inspire the public to fight on. Defeat started seeming inevitable, until an anonymous songwriter created a tune that raised morale throughout the country and became a battlefield anthem for the Redcoats.

I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
I give you a toast, ladies and gentlemen.
May this fair dear land we love so well
In dignity and freedom dwell.

Though worlds may change and go awry
While there is still one voice to cry

There'll always be an England
While there's a country lane,
Wherever there's a cottage small
Beside a field of grain.
There'll always be an England
While there's a busy street,
Wherever there's a turning wheel,
A million marching feet.

Red, white and blue; what does it mean to you?
Surely you're proud, shout it aloud,
"Britons, awake!"
The Scots too, we can depend on you.
Freedom remains. These are the chains
No Frog King can break.

There'll always be an England,
And England shall be free
If England means as much to you
As England means to me.

Wellesley handed Ney a dual defeat at the Battles of Cashel and Callan. After that, though, he had no choice but to abandon Limerick and head toward Derry to join Graham on a siege of that rebellious city.

Napoleon was, however, quite pleased. Everything was going more or less to plan. The Allies might have been losing battles, but they were winning the war. He still had enough troops to keep his mainland European territory in check. He also did not really worry about other Europeans attacking since Britain and her formerly seemingly endless coffers couldn't offer support for any more coalitions to overthrow the French Empire.

The thing the emperor did not realize, though, was that British people were among the most stubborn on earth. The French Empire was about to enter a war against the corner newspaper boy and local miller. A resistance movement of sorts had already cropped up among loyalists in southern Ireland, and There Will Always be an England was being sung in the streets of England and Canada. If the British were chased into Scotland, a total war of attrition would be waged. It was about to get really ugly, and a number of future developments would end up having large and quite unforeseen, even unimaginable, consequences in the years to come.
 
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The description of violence felt way too close to WMIT not to share. Change the location to the east coast and the persecuted minority, and you’v Got a standard weekend in the RU

This is actually horrifying. As I wrote in the finale of WMiT classic: "Man is a wild animal. All it takes is a little push."
 
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 9:
War of 1812 - Caribbean Theatre
British command in the Caribbean following the destruction of the Royal Navy fell to General Edward Michael Pakenham, who had decided to hold up in the Bahamas to fend off repeated French-funded Georgian expeditions launched from Florida to capture the islands. He barely held the line in late 1812 when a force under General Arthur Alexander assaulted Nassau by sea. Grudgingly, Alexander turned back to regroup his forces after a failed beach landing. Thomas Bragg, father of the later famous Braxton Bragg, marched a large Carolinian army down the coast to board the Confederation's new transport ships. The Carolinian Navy was fairly small at this point in time, but Andrew Jackson was sinking millions of dollars into new ships. Jackson especially wanted in on this destruction of British power because of a traumatic childhood experience with British soldiers during the Revolutionary War. Old Hickory was coming for his revenge.

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British Caribbean Commander Edward Pakenham

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Georgian General Arthur Alexander

On the day before Christmas, the Southron forces landed and finally chased Pakenham out of the Bahamas. The British commander and his staff escaped with a small force by sea. A small Spanish fleet gave chase off the coast of Cuba, forcing Pakenham to flee to Jamaica, the last real British stronghold in the Caribbean. Georgia and the Confederation of the Carolinas left a sizable force to occupy the Bahamas and then sailed down with a few Spanish and French ships to lay siege to the island. Abruptly, facing starvation and defeat, Pakenham's rowdy militiamen turned on him and his few actual remaining English soldiers and handed them over to Alexander. In the face of the mother country's invasion in Europe, the British forces felt forgotten about and simply refused to fight on anymore.

Intensive talks ensued about the island's future, and the new "leader" of Jamaica, Henry Boniface, pleaded for independence and allegiance in return for not having an occupying force ravage the former Redcoat colony. Boniface was one of the local pro-British militia commanders who had forced Pakenham to finally throw up the white flag. Boniface was a realist who wanted to see Jamaica strong and safe, but Andrew Jackson stubbornly refused, claiming that Jamaica should be the Carolinas' reward from for undercutting Britain's cotton and tobacco prices before. Georgia squawked over it and negotiations went back and forth. Finally, Napoleon stepped in and said he would grant their independence as a satellite of both Georgia and the Carolinas. Boniface became Prime Minister of the Republic of Jamaica. A new country was born.

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Prime Minister Henry George Boniface of Jamaica

With the Allies clear of having to occupy Jamaica and with the Bahamas in hand, they were free to declare open season on the rest of the British colonies in the New World. France and Spain had pressing matters in Europe to attend to, so it left Georgia and company to pick from the island buffet.

Andrew Jackson immediately annexed Saint Kitts and Nevis, Barbados, the Virgin Islands, and Antigua and Barbuda. Georgia, still under the fiery 82 year-old Prime Minister Bulloch, resented this and sent Arthur Alexander to snatch up Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, as well as Grenada and the Cayman Islands. They then disputed Saint Lucia with Jackson, but finally let the Carolinas have it in exchange for some new trade rights. Spain at first did not like this, but let it go as they hurried and retook Trinidad and Tobago before "Andy the Island Emperor" could sink his expansionist Southron jaws into it.

Napoleon, at this point in time, finally agreed to follow through on his promise to reward Jackson for his compliance with the undercutting of Britain's prices, and arranged for France and Holland to pull out of the Leeward and Windward Islands, forming the Carolinian Virgin Islands. The Dutch and French citizens on the island cluster weren't wild about this, so Jackson granted them an appearance of independence as the Virgin Islands Confederacy, while they essentially became his personal property and he appointed Thomas Bragg as Governor-General.​

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Thomas Bragg, Governor-General of the Virgin Islands Confederacy

Upon Jackson implementing the bizarre form of self-government in the Virgin Islands, the Confederation of the Carolinas' Congress flew into a constitutional crisis. They managed to agree to the private dictatorship for the moment after several emergency meetings, but they were kicking the can down the road for further (much larger) problems. Jackson was a wild character and he had him a thirst for more power than he would readily admit.

Virginia got in on the game late, but now-President Madison suddenly offered a very large sum of cash and cotton and tobacco to Spain in exchange for Cuba. Spain, in the bowels of bankruptcy for continually fighting Napoleon's wars, almost agreed, but decided to reject the offer at the last minute because of the excellent tobacco crops grown on the island. Virginia would remember this.
The new Southron "territories" were not referred to as colonies by the new administrators, which helped keep them under control, especially as slaves were brought in again to make sure the islands fulfilled their entire reason for existence: agriculture. Slaves that had been free under British rule were allowed to keep their freedom, though they were in the absolute dregs of society. France had no qualms about slavery's expansion, as Napoleon had re-instituted the system himself in Haiti and Louisiana. In early 1813, a slave revolt in Haiti was brutally crushed by French, Spanish, and Southron troops. The South was determined to let their own slaves know rebellion would be punished mercilessly. Over 2000 Haitian slaves were guillotined and their heads placed upon pikes as a warning to other would-be freedom fighters.

The Caribbean Theatre of War had--with the exception of a few roaming British holdout guerrilla forces or privateers--been wrapped up by mid-1813, in a resounding but bloody Allied victory. Now our study of the war will shift north, to Canada, and the Republican Union...

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CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 10
THE APOCALYPSE MARCHES SOUTH
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"We are Hellhounds sent to escort the Americans to Sheol. And though we may lose this war and the sun may set on the British Empire, we will make these curs pay dearly." - Gordon Drummond, Commander of the British Army of Canada

The amount of British troops in Canada in 1812-13 was incredible. William had fallen hook-line-and-sinker for the trap and had left the British Motherland undermanned, all for the sake of defending glorious Canada from the Boney Frogs, Colonists, and their nonexistent invasion. However, by late 1813, the Corsican Ogre was turning his eyes to the snowy remnant and current bastion of British power. Facing continued reluctance from the Republican Union to join the Alliance, Bonaparte grew uneasy and took it quite personally. He then basically threatened the Republican Union government into finally joining the Allies in a formal way. The French dictator then called for troops to help in the finally proceeding invasion of Canada and for military access to move through R.U. lands. The R.U., under Chief Consuls Oliver Wolcott, Jr., and Joseph Bloomfield, was very hesitant to get involved, mainly because it hated to ally with its southern neighbors for anything and still harbored grudges against the French over the Franco-American War. When the Chief Consuls received a promise of new territory (the R.U. wanted to expand badly to compete with the South, but had no where to expand in before this), it sealed the deal. The British commander of the Army of Canada was Gordon Drummond, the first Canadian-born officer to command a British army. He tried to ship troops back to England when news began arriving of the disaster in Europe. Several thousand soldiers died when their transports were sunk by Danish sloops prowling the cold waters of the North Atlantic around Greenland. To top it off, the newly hostile R.U. had made a surprise attack into New Brunswick and Nova Scotia. The troops in Halifax and Fredericton, which formed about 15% of the British Army of Canada, were bottled up on both sides and were taking heavy casualties.

General Philip McDonald planned to bust out at St. John's and then march along the coast until he would come up behind American General Zebulon Pike's forces. After disabling Pike he was to march south, spreading terror and fear in the R.U. and try to burn as much of the country as possible. Canada wished to punish the Union for allying with those that were currently trampling over Britain. Zebulon Pike was indeed beaten, and beaten badly. McDonald requested that Drummond bring up every bit of soldiery Canada had in a full frontal assault on the Republican Union. McDonald stated that, "We are going to lose this war, Commander. We are going to lose no matter what. But damn my eyes if we aren't going to see the Republican Union burn before we're done. I ask you to join me on this attack, and like King Leonidas and the 300, we will march gallantly and with our heads held high to our own glorious demise."

Drummond responded to McDonald's request by saying, "Aye, I will come. We are Hellhounds sent to escort the Americans to Sheol. And though we may lose this war and the sun may set on the British Empire, we will make these curs pay dearly. This is God's Work, McDonald. Kill all you find. Take no prisoners. Decimate them. Britannia shall not go silently into the night."

The Republican Union called for immediate assistance from the other Allies, knowing they were about to experience one of the worst invasions in the past five centuries. French troops were en route, but not in large enough numbers-- in fact in downright small numbers. Maryland had fortified, Virginia was preparing, but Georgia and the Confederation were far too busy in the Caribbean. But the Confederation, Georgia and West Florida, as well as Spain, seemed extremely slow in just giving a darn about the hateful Union's fate, which was, in a way, a fair reaction, considering the R.U.'s attitude to its neighbors. They essentially wanted to see the R.U. get taken down a notch. This decision and reluctance to help, though seemingly wise at the time, doomed the world of the future to a horrible fate.

The beginning of the true dystopia of human history was when McDonald plowed through the terrified militias in upper New England. One city after another burned. The British wanted nothing more than revenge and supplies to keep the fight going, not to add conquered territories to the defunct Empire. No, they sought only enough food and ammunition to pillage the next town and burn the next courthouse. When Drummond joined in, cruising across the R.U.-Canadian border with no resistance at all, he had a few brief skirmishes with the Green Mountain Republic of Vermont before its government fled in terror southward. Leaving that small country to rot in its own failure, the Commander of Canada marched down to northern Massachusetts to join forces with McDonald. Together, they overwhelmed Zebulon Pike a second time, where Pike died fighting at Mt. Greylock (January, 1814). Canadian militias were still coming down from Northern New York, pillaging as they went, creating a trident formation of armies aiming to impale New York City. But currently, the Anglo-Canadians were laying siege to Boston, the cradle of the hated American monsters' independence. The R.U. was collapsing, and the panic of losing everything was very real to most.​

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Republican Union troops march to their deaths at Mount Greylock

Bloomfield and Wolcott were furious at the seemingly deliberate lack of willpower from their "allies." President Madison of Virginia was finally sending in troops to put the Canadians down, and the Carolinians were marching to the call of battle, but it was clear by this point that the Republican Union would be virtually destroyed by Canada before the Allies came in and helped in full force. Boston fell late March. Except for some brief scavenging, the Redcoats didn't actually occupy the city. Instead, they elected to burn as much as they could. Then, they packed up an marched to New York City.

Canadian manpower was running rather low at this point, but their rage seethed on. Drummond and McDonald approached New York City in mid April. On April 22, several cannonballs crashed into the outskirts of the huge city. However, Virginia, Maryland, and Carolinian armies were at last fast approaching from the south, and the wrathful Canadians were forced to give up and retreat west, uniting with the militias that had been burning New York state itself. Together they trudged west, along the New York-Pennsylvania border. Then, in a surprise move, they jutted back southward into Pennsylvania itself. Following a brief campaign, the Canadians were defeated at Clarion, and from then on out Drummond and McDonald were on the retreat. The war was lost in the New World, and just barely continuing (equally hopelessly) in Britain itself. However, over 70,000 Republican Union men, women, and children had been killed during the Canadian Invasion, and a scar was left on North America that would only deepen as time went on, and is considered by many to be the beginning of the so-called "End Times Era." True horror would result from the actions of Gordon Drummond and Philip McDonald... horror beyond their wildest imagination.

Eyewitnesses of the savagery of Drummond's Campaign described it as "Hellish." One pastor of rural Massachusetts wrote in his diary that "It is difficult to write down what I have seen. In all my years of life I had yet to see a killing. Yesterday I saw 15 young men of Davidsport rounded up and shot in the woods behind my house. Their blood is still wet on my property. Then, the British soldiers raped the women of the town before hanging the one who resisted the most. Her body dangles naked above the burnt out cinders of our town. The soldiers then took all of our horses and as much of anything else they could carry and started back to Canada, singing songs and laughing as they went. I do pray for America's swift vengeance upon these demons, and upon the scum who promised us protection and followed through not."

The Union wept. The Union screamed. The Union would never be the same. Before the last British soldier left American soil and slunk back into Canada, many Yankees were already calling for swift retribution. Aaron Burr called for "Almighty God to destroy all who stand against my dear nation and perpetrate such ignominious atrocities upon her." Everyone wanted one thing: Revenge. But they couldn't have it yet. America was far too weakened. And so it lurked, always just beneath the surface, a burning hatred ready to retaliate tenfold on the northern neighbor. But even more intense was the growing belief that the Allies had abandoned them, that Napoleon and the Southron nations had used Yankeedom as a meat shield to keep the Canadian forces occupied. The Great Back-Stab. This idea would burrow in deep and lodge itself in the Union psyche, gnawing at it for decades. It would never really leave.

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British troops torch a town in Upper New York

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"The Rape of Boston"

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