NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: By the way, I've changed my flag. How does it look? Also, for added "fun", do this like a child would in a report for school. Have he/she tell the report to the class like you would to other countries. Add some more if you'd like, such as what I did: Bring them on a field trip to the capitol.

IC:

"Guten morgen." The teacher said cheerfully as she entered the classroom full of 3rd graders. The children smiled, some responding. The intercom crackled and the principal's gruff, almost incomprehinsible German filled the room. "Plese stand for the national anthem." Patriotic music overcame the principal's voice. All the children stood and sang along. Almost everyone in Buechoria knew the anthem by heart.

"Class," the teacher began speaking after the class took their seats. "Today, we are going on a field trip to the capitol." Everyone erupted with cheers. Field trips are, of course, one of the most fun things for a young child during school. "Everyone line up." Lined up like little soldiers marching away, the giddy children walked behind the teacher whispering between themselves.

With every child and teacher loaded up on the clean red school bus, it pulled away from the building and drove onto the street, which was practically clear of traffic since everyone was either at school or work. Driving for some time, the bus pulled onto Autobahn 2A and picked up speed. Like the small road before, there were practically no cars. The trip was short after that, and soon, the kids were stepping off the bus and onto the steps of the Bundestag.

"Guten tag! I am Herr Erik Hirsch. I will be guiding you through the building today. Please follow me..." The tour guide smiled at the class and led them into the rotunda under the huge gold plated doe on top of the stone structure. "This is the lobby. Here, we can access every hallway and the parliment as well. Unfortunately today, we ony have time to see the parliment, so lets be quick." said Hirsch as he led them through a huge hallway lined with paintings of famous Buechorians. Soon they stopped at two giant oak doors, depicting the Battle of Soereon, where Elias Virka defeated the Rejunes.

The class let out "oohs" and "aahs" as they walked into the giant room, where the parliment was in session! "Please be quiet kids. Line up on the walls." The class lined on the walls at the sides of the room silently, watching the different politicians debate important, or trivial, topics.

"Class, you have been fveyr good today. I think I can let you out for recess a little earlier today. But first! Your reports, please. Willi, are you volunteering?" The boy in back nodded and walked to the front of the room, some papers in hand.

"I'm Willi Strausser, and I did a report on Hans Schultz anarchist movement in 1905." The class looked on, dumbfounded. Most of the kids had taken the usual course of Elias Virka.

"Schultz grew up in Buckley, a small town near Virka. After his father an dmother died, he lived on the street as a beggar, even though the governemnt offered help for the homeless and jobless. Hans refused because he hated the government." Willi cleared his throat before continuing.

"Hans, at age 21, began giving lectures about the positives of anarchism, in the Botanischgarten. Many came to hear him,a nd he heventually had many supporters. Soon, he staged a rebellion. He stormed the Bundestag with his cronies and locked the doors in front, trapping them inside. He set fire to the building, and everyone inside died." The teacher was amazed at how Willi could understand all this. "Please go on, Willi." she interuppted.

"Well, he then said that all people were under anarchy. That they were free. But people became scared. Many anarchists began destroying power plants and other government buildings. There was no power or running water. Hans thought that everyone would be happy, but they weren't. He soon was hanged by a mob of former policeman, who took charge and put the rest of his supporters who had by now died or were against the movemnt anyway, in many jails. People worked hard over the years to rebuild the government, stabalize the power and communications grid, and end the poverty. This event has taught us what anarchy can do to the people and a country itself. Thank you." Willi bowed and the children clapped. "Very good Willi," the teacher commented. "Please have a seat."

End.

OOC: Interesting idea.

Class had just returned lunch at TPS-106, and all the children were laughing an playing around. The teacher walked into the room and the room fell completely silent. The teacher smiled, glad that he had that reaction hardwired into his students. "Okay, now it's time for those history reports. We're going to do this alphabetically. First up is..." He ran his finger down the list, skipping the first two children, who were both out sick."Vladimir Barina. Vlad, would you please come up here and give your report?"

In the back of the room, a child stood up. This was Vlad. "Sir, I didn't finish it...." The teacher put his index finger and his thumb to the bridge of his nose, a sign that he was annoyed. "Vlad, this is the fourth report you haven't completed on time. Go to the office please." He wrote up a slip of paper and handed it to the child as he came by. Vlad walked through the door, his head drooping dejectedly.

"Very well....Emily Crass. You do have your report, correct?" Emily stood up, a smile on her face. "Yes sir." The teacher put down the clipboard with the names on it. "Very well Emily, please come to the front of the room to give your report."

Emily half-skipped down an aisle between desks until she came to the front. She pulled up a paper she was holding. "My name is Emily Crass, and this is my report on Operation: Righteous Smackdown and the events leading to the end of it." Several students sighed. Emily was always trying to impress the teacher. Show off.

"When our country was first coming into the international scene, the leaders were very ruthless and evil people. Our country's economy was suffering from the ammount of weapons they were creating. The people were very oppressed."

"Very quickly upon establishing connections with the outside world, they began a war on all surrounding countries. The Sigman war machine went over a great many surrounding nations, causing a great stir in the international community. My great grandfather was a soldier back, and I remember him telling me all of his stories about this time. The soldiers didn't believe in what they were fighting for. The only reason they pushed on was for fear of what would happen to them."

"While at a field hospital on the front line, my great grandpa met a young soldier named Hermili Chaknov." At this, a bit of a murmur went through the students. Even the teacher looked surprised. "My great grandpa and Mr. Chaknov became rapid friends. They were assigned to the same company and fought a great many battles. From the stories I heard from my great grandpa, Mr. Chaknov didn't like authority. He had a number of plans to overthrow the government, each one complicated and fool proof."

"Near the end of the war, my great grandpa and Mr. Chaknov were pulled back to Thresh to protect the city. Things were looking grim for our nation. The nations fighting us were near commiting genocide to deal with the threat that we posed. Once in Thresh, Mr. Chaknov initiated one of his plans, my great grandfather in tow, and he slowly gathered a following of soldiers. On a routing patrol, every soldier in Mr. Chaknov's squad, as well as those in my great grandfather's and several other people's squads all left their assigned route."

The students were all listening to the story intently. Emily was beginning to look like less of a show-off, and they all loved this story. This was just a different point of view than they had normally heard.

"They came upon the headquarters of the government and stormed the building. They quickly found and executed every member of the leading council. They went about placing Mr. Chaknov in a seat of power before the nation was destroyed. Right as enemy forces were nearing striking distance of Thresh, Mr. Chaknov announced the change of leadership to the world. He declared the war over, and the hostile forces stopped their advance. The front line, now only a few miles from Thresh, was completely silent."

"Mr. Chaknov went about removing the hostile forces from our country in as peaceful a way as was possible. Even though our country had been reduced to only 8 million people, we kept on living. The after-affects of Operation: Righteous Smackdown can be seen every day in the deserts and the wasteland. If it weren't for Mr. Chaknov, my great grandfather and several other people, none of us would be here right now. Thank you."

Emily proceeded back to her seat, where she sat down, the normal smile on her face. The teacher smiled. "Very good Emily. I enjoyed that very much." He picked the clipboard up once again. "Next up is Richard Croicheks." The day continued on as usual.

Josef stepped nervously up to the front of the class, holding his report. It was only three pages single spaced, not up to standards for the Muktari education system.
"My report is on the pre-revolutionary period in which our former government opposed Credonia's inhumane treatment of HLF civilians and was attacked for providing humanitarian aid.
"During the time period when the HLF was still a free nation, Muktar was still a very small country, barely past one hundred million. When Credonia attacked and conquered the HLF terrritories, the former Muktari government did not yet know the full extent of the terror activities in which the HLF partook. As such, Muktar began sending humanitarian aid to the third-world country which was worsened by occupation.
"Credonia and its allies, however, assumed our former leaders had full knowledge of the HLF's actions. A naval force was launched by one of Credonia's ally nations and Credonia itself threatened to shoot down aid helicopters.
"The attacking nation sent it's force in the form of a fleet several times the size of which we had at the time. However, through creative aircraft manuevers and artillary support, the military was able to repel the initial assault. Credonia's threat was likewise rebuffed due to third party involvement.
"After a brief period hostilities were ceased and the aid continued, albeit under observation to prevent illegal importation of weapons. No such importation occured."
Weak applause came from the other students and Josef made his way to his seat.
"Josef, see me after class. I want to discuss your choice of subject."

Will post something soon.

Yes, this is Syskeyia. I'm posting under my Martian colony for reasons of post number- I'm nearing post #1000 on my main account & I want that to be something special. So there.

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

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The twelve uniformed girls fidgeted in their seats. This was the day they were to start presenting their history papers, the biggest project of the year and a large part of their grades. To keep the oral reports diverse their topics had been assigned to them. Kenzia Thelik seemed especially nervous, she felt that she had the biggest topic of anyone and even though it was emphasized in all aspects of Zilesquan life, history had never been her strong suit.
“Now girls,” the teacher began. “You all know this is the day that you will begin your history presentations. We will take your topics in chronological order, so Kenzia if you would come to the front and begin please.”
Kenzia took a deep breath and walked to the front of the room and looked around at her classmates who seemed to all be staring at her more intently than usual. She looked down at her paper quickly.
“The Queendom of Zilesque began with twenty-two generations ago with Perielle. She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant who aspired to a noble connection. When she was only five she was sent to be educated in a convent, to teach her to be a proper young lady and to protect her virtue. As time went on though she grew to enjoy the contemplative life with the sisters buts as a young girl in a patriarchal society she had little say over the direction of her life.
“When she was fifteen her father pulled many strings and arranged a marriage for her to King Brecken, a man who was much older and viewed her as a trophy. Her father viewed the union as the royal connection he craved.
“Perielle protested right up until the moment of her wedding but the marriage went forward anyway. As she grew to know more about Brecken, and more about the way that he ran the country she became more and more outraged. She attempted to prevail upon him to change his ways but Brecken wound hear none of it. At the same time she was in close contact with the other noblewomen and found they were not content with the way their husbands were managing governmental duties.
“Carefully, and largely in coded phrases they planned a revolution during balls, state dinners and other social gatherings where women were expected to absent themselves and let the men talk of important things. But as good as their planning was they knew that nothing would work out for them unless they could get the military on their side.
“Since the army was organized into private cells at that time, with each cell reporting to one of the nobles the ladies began to woo them over to their side. It took many years and many complex arrangements but date was finally set. Each woman had her own plan about how to do away with her husband, and Perielle’s was to poison Brecken. Unfortunately Brecken had grown paranoid over the years and she knew that if she were going to be successful she would have to take the poison along with him.
“Perielle prepared the other ladies and her daughter T’Kier for her death and left documents to state that T’Kier would put into practice her ideals as queen. On the first day of the ninth month Perielle poured a glass of wine for herself and one for Brecken from the decanter, toasted his long rule, and drank. She lived a little more than an hour but he died almost instantly, because he had swallowed more of the adulterated wine.
“T’Kier seized control of the government as was planned and the noblewomen and military supported her and since then all political, military and religious power in Zilesque has rested with women.” Kenzia looked up again and took a deep breath.
“Not as complete as I would have hoped, but an acceptable overview. You may return to your seat. Venia Terann, you’re report on the quashing of the first male uprising.”