Az el
13-11-2003, 01:07
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This is a thread about my country, Az el SSR. However, anyone can contribute (and I heartily encourage it if you will stick to my storyline).
<IC>
The Sea of Azov is home to Russia's only southern warm water port, Kerch. At the fall of the USSR some 13 years ago, supporters of the "old way of doing things" quietly moved to a small ostrog located on the small sea's north western shore, in Ukraine.
This small body was not comprised of the topmost KGB intelligensia, but rather, the hidden members, those that the world had never glanced in the newspaper's print. These shadow men had been the real source of, let's say inspiration, behind Kruschev's infamous "shoe" speech.
Officially, these members were not given a name at all, no government papers, no triplicate, ID, only "Comrade ---". Within this collective, the men referred to each other using famouse Russian Soviets, and even other non-Russian Communist leader's names, as the group silently grew.
The ostrog was now the unofficial "Kremlin" of this small body. The governing body consisted of 39 men, who had no nation to govern, only the 6 million loyalists within Mother Russia.
Putin had been a deft move. Although they only had 6 million adherants, a large-sounding number, but actually rather small, considering that their target, Russia, had 145 million citizens. But that made their election of Putin all the more deft. It had been hard. A quiet assassination here, a "bad" vodka there, a freak accident. Slowly, the powers that be had been intimidated sufficiently, and Putin won.
He was an old friend of this ostrog, a listening ear in Muscovy.
And suddenly, the tides began to flow the Bolshevik red once again...
Putin had consolidated the 25 internal republics and umpteen other internal "things" into seven governing realms. Putin really was brillint, you did have to hand it to him.
And the greatest victory of all: 10,000 new members to that great and glorious party of the Red! Praise be to Lenin! The tides were turning.
And so, on that fateful day, the governing body code named Az(ov) el(ectorate) began its second phase: making sure the tide kept coming...
This is a thread about my country, Az el SSR. However, anyone can contribute (and I heartily encourage it if you will stick to my storyline).
<IC>
The Sea of Azov is home to Russia's only southern warm water port, Kerch. At the fall of the USSR some 13 years ago, supporters of the "old way of doing things" quietly moved to a small ostrog located on the small sea's north western shore, in Ukraine.
This small body was not comprised of the topmost KGB intelligensia, but rather, the hidden members, those that the world had never glanced in the newspaper's print. These shadow men had been the real source of, let's say inspiration, behind Kruschev's infamous "shoe" speech.
Officially, these members were not given a name at all, no government papers, no triplicate, ID, only "Comrade ---". Within this collective, the men referred to each other using famouse Russian Soviets, and even other non-Russian Communist leader's names, as the group silently grew.
The ostrog was now the unofficial "Kremlin" of this small body. The governing body consisted of 39 men, who had no nation to govern, only the 6 million loyalists within Mother Russia.
Putin had been a deft move. Although they only had 6 million adherants, a large-sounding number, but actually rather small, considering that their target, Russia, had 145 million citizens. But that made their election of Putin all the more deft. It had been hard. A quiet assassination here, a "bad" vodka there, a freak accident. Slowly, the powers that be had been intimidated sufficiently, and Putin won.
He was an old friend of this ostrog, a listening ear in Muscovy.
And suddenly, the tides began to flow the Bolshevik red once again...
Putin had consolidated the 25 internal republics and umpteen other internal "things" into seven governing realms. Putin really was brillint, you did have to hand it to him.
And the greatest victory of all: 10,000 new members to that great and glorious party of the Red! Praise be to Lenin! The tides were turning.
And so, on that fateful day, the governing body code named Az(ov) el(ectorate) began its second phase: making sure the tide kept coming...