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OOC: This is a historical RP that describes past events in Texan Hotrodders. I was writing a Wiki entry (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Hotrodder_Wars) for The Hotrodder Wars and decided to have some fun with it by RPing it as well. It works out because I'm not sure how to make the next step that will lead to my planned ending in The Art of Car RP anyway.

IC:

The Hotrodder Wars
Introduction

Present Day
Manlow University
Rodder City


History 104
"The Hotrodder Wars"
Introductory Lesson
Lecture Transcript

"As many of you know from the fact that earlier in your schooling The Hotrodder Wars were constantly referenced as a defining moment in the history of our nation, these Wars and their results were critical in shaping the governmental forms we find in place today. The Federation we live in today was the brainchild of a few very intelligent and dedicated people who realized the terrible price that was paid in the lives of innocent civilians during the great battles of their past days. This, of course, is why we bother to study history at all. It reminds us of where we came from and the causes of our situation. It helps us understand the mistakes of the past so that we might avoid them in the future. It may reveal to us methods of progressing from our current state. Keep this in mind as we study the Wars and their consequences."

"We begin our study with the events commonly thought to be the causes of the Wars, machinations that are believed to have incited the violence, the machinations of an unknown stranger from a faraway land..."

Sowing the Seeds

Oppressive. That was really the best word to describe the heat and humidity that bore down on him through the thick woolen cloak. If others could hear his thoughts, they would no doubt suggest that he not wear a thick woolen cloak in the gulf coast sub-region of Texas. He would have liked to take that advice. Unfortunately, certain social realities made his preferences in the matter somewhat impractical. These primitive folks with their tribal mentalities and limited scientific knowledge would not respond well to his true form. As it was, his startling accent had earned him many guarded looks and some suspicion. Fortunately, his knowledge and abilities had earned him enough respect to counteract the effects of suspicion, and had even led to positions as a trusted advisor to the rulers of all four of these tribes of primitives. The plan was going well now that the power of these advisory roles were all his. His position carried with it the responsibility of transferring important and often secret messages between the tribal leaders. This responsibility had created a unique opportunity to develop the experiment further. He could now use his capacity as a messenger to twist the meaning of important messages and create greater tension between the tribes. He wondered how long the flames of hatred would burn once they were ignited by misunderstanding and fueled by the months of increasing hostility that he had fostered. The experiment would not only reveal how easily these primitives were drawn into useless conflicts, but also for how much time large-scale violence could be maintained by their society. It would be fascinating to see how their society was transformed by the violence, but he knew his mission would not keep him here for sufficient time to observe the long-term consequences of the experiment.

*****

Bartwell Blower, Chief of The Turbs and member of the Council of Four, took a long swig from the flask of whiskey proffered by his attendant and then handed it back to the boy. He leaned back on the pile of pillows that served as his throne and closed his eyes. These were peaceful times, and Bartwell planned to enjoy them and to make sure his people were able to enjoy them. On the word of his advisor, Chief Blower had disbanded most of his military, secure in the knowledge that there were good relations between the Four. As a result of this, many Turb families had been able to welcome back into their homes the young soldiers that had left mates, chores, and comfy bedrooms behind only a few months before. A few, like the boy holding Bartwell's whiskey flask, had stayed behind to continue their service and training. These dedicated young men and women would most likely end up holding higher ranks because of their perseverance and making their families proud of a lifetime spent tirelessly working to make their people safe. All in all, his people were doing well, and Chief Blower was glad to preside over such a glorious period in the history of The Turbs. Perhaps he would be commemorated in one of the epic songs performed by the troubadours of his tribe.

*****

The lighting in the bunker accentuated the awkward lines of the face of Texelle Largesse, Chief of the Texan Titans, and did nothing to obscure her general frumpiness from the tribesmen who were accompanying her to the site of the most important religious ceremony of the year. The young men looked eager to begin the ritual. The young ones always did. It was the first time for them, and they had yet to experience the anticlimactic fertility rite. It was no trouble to pick out the ones who had participated before. They were gritting their teeth in anticipation of the disgust they would feel, frowning at the sorrow they would endure, and generally not looking very enthused about the whole thing. Texelle could never find it in her to rebuke them for their collective countenance. She understood all too well that she was not very attractive, and that the idea of sex with her was not something that came readily to the minds of many men. Nonetheless, the men always did their duty despite their inclinations. It was for the good of the tribe, after all. They would help her produce another soldier for the growing Titan army, and this event would encourage others to do the same. Texelle's advisor had warned her of impending battles, and she would do her best to make sure that her people were prepared to survive what was to come.