NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is closed at the moment but will open later.

IC: For the last few years, as Whittier increased its international military and humanitarian obligations, the burden on taxpayers climbed until it was over 100% forcing the government to pay huge sums of welfare to its own citizens while simultaneously paying for its international committments.
To the that for the first time, a gap between rich and poor appeared. Over the years this gap would widen considerably. In due time, the government became forced to turn many homeless and low income families with starving children cause there weren't enough funds to provide aid to everyone.
The rich began paying 1,000 bribes to government officials to avoid paying taxes. The poor didn't deserve any aid because their sitution was their own fault cause they didn't work according to many wealthy folks in Whittier.
They had local councils pass laws against sleeping on the sidewalks, against begging and panhandling, one town even implemented the death penalty for giving food to homeless people.
Some communities have begun debating coercive sterilization of all poor people. The rich did not think it was fair they worked hard all their lives and saved their money only for the government to take it all away and give it to undeserving scum.
In Belmont, where the wealthy controlled city council had banned all food banks and began kicking poor people out of the city, large groups of low income families began protesting. In response the mayor ordered the police to shoot to kill all protestors.
When the federal government intervened in response, the rich elite began griping about unfair government interference in local affairs. They began to organize.
One group, which had much influence, Rich People Who Hate Poor People (RPWHPP) had come up with the idea to split Whittier into two nations. Their proposal called for rounding up all homeless and all families and persons with incomes less than 50,000 dollars per year and force them to move into that part of Whittier which currently serving as the national dump. Under the plan the rich would get the best part of Whittier and all people with incomes under 50,000 who refused to relocate would be exterminated.
The group gained support from other rich groups, and soon they were buying bulldozers and bulldozing the homes of low income families. Sometimes, charity centers in low income neighborhoods would be set a fire by arsons hired by the wealthy elite.
When the citizens of summerville rioted against their treatment at the hands of neighboring Valencia (a wealthy upper class community), the elite controlled state government responded by dropping bombs on the city of summerville, killing thousands of innocent civilians.
The low income bracket started to become frustrated, the wealthy wanted total exemption from all taxes, and special interests fought tooth and nail agaisnt their priorities being disfunded. Pressure on the Brezhnekov administration began to build.
Brezhnekov was unwilling to see the nation split. Too many Whittierites had died in the abortion civil war to see the nation split now. He formally issued executive order 111 forbidding the national armed forces from intervening or other wise taking sides in the local class warfare conflicts.
Among the poor who were being mistreated were many a veteran who had fought in the abortion war, the al anbar war, and and other conflicts.
Even they began organizing but the elitist city councils tried to ban them from assembling and picketing. But the national government overruled the ban. Setting the town councils against the feds.
As the crises worsened many experts and government officials realized that division was inevitable. Brezhnekov however vowed to use military force to squash all seccessionist movements. Whittier had already lost much territory when several socialist states had secceeded from the union.
The first attempt at disunion failed. Having been defeated by former Secretary General Stalin.
Though the administration wanted to keep the nation together without direct intervention in local affairs, the pressure began to build.

OOC: Tango Alpha Golf

oh ****!!!

um...i um.....tag....wow.....thats alot of killings...

ooc: of course Parthia supports the wealthy.

OOC: I say it would have made sense to cut back on military spending. Then the rich could keep their inherited money and the poor don't have to work their butt off but still don't get aid from the government. Then it becomes a Utopia where everybody wins. Unless someone would come in and try to go to war with you. Just don't piss anyone off and your nation will become prosperous with healthy smart rich AND poor citizens.

Duh. :headbang:

[ooc: you could decrease the class gap by disallowing rich people to join your military and hire only the poor into the military. Then you could [if you want to] enslave the poor.

Beneath the city of Los Angeles work crews found an ancient city.
One the archeological interns, Joaan Carver, was exploring the one of the halls of the very ancient temple when she came upon a very ancient inscription in a language that was not native to America.
The head archeologist had thought he had seen something like before. But where? The culture was clearly advanced. The white marble columns. But where would the natives find marble? Then he remembered. Ancient Greece, but parts of the temple reminded him ancient egypt, others of native americans temple mounds. In the middle of the complex was a vast pyramid.
Dr. Wessington was puzzled. Was there some advanced culture from which all others had descended? Who built this temple? His thoughts were interrupted when Joann walked in and reported the inscriptions.
Wessington: "Where did you say they were? Did you interpret them?"
Joann: "They're in a language I don't know."
Odd thought Wessington, and he was led toward the temple's pyramid chamber.
As he entered the room of the discovery he pointed his lamp at the wall. A strange but familiar writing. It appeared to be ancient greek. But he didn't know greek ancient or modern. He would have to contact the university and have an expert greekologist sent in. But some of the writing wasn't greek but Mayan, some of it was ancient hebrew. Either way, he would need linguists. As he moved the lamp around he found the walls were covered with the writing. The implements and shards on the floor, the bath of pure silver that stood in front of the entrance to the room. This room must have had some important significance.
5 days later Dr. Fred Pomiloff, the University's premiere expert in ancient greek languages arrived on site. After the cursory introductions and casual talk of the politics of the day, they went to the ancient, dark chamber. Pomiloff noting stuff here and there. His friend Dr. Victorson, a greek archeologist taking studious notes of where everything was located on his voice recorder.
They entered the chamber as Dr. Wessington shone the lamp light on to the wall.
Pomiloff walked over to the wall. This cannot be, he thought.
"Impossible." said Pomiloff.
"You're standing in it. You can see, feel it, even smell it." replied Wessington.
Pomiloff, "But I don't understand how an ancient greek temple would be doing in the west coast of north america." exclaimed Pomiloff, quickly looking back over shoulder with an amazed look before turning back to the wall.
"We were kind of hoping you could help us figure that out." was Wessington's reply.
Victorson who was discussing the find with Joann who showed him the particular enscription she had found was curious.
"Interesting" he said.
Wessington and Pomiloff at the same time, "eh?"
Victorson, "If you read the writing and observe the implements, this appears to be some chamber of prophecy." Looking at Pomiloff, "What do you make of this inscription Dr.?"
Pomiloff walked over and began interpreting the enscription on the wall.

"In the midst of summer of the two thousandth and twelfth year of the great prince, when Aphrodite aligns with Apollo and the foriegn God is found with in the house of the gods, the great empire will find itself overstretched. The people shall be divided. Sword shall be lifted up, Pandora shall fail to quell the anger of the gods.
In the holy land a strange new people shall seek dominance. A new and horrible pestilence shall wrack the land. And in the midst of the wars shall threaten death and darkness from above. Even from Wormwood himself.
The land shall be threatened shall be threatened with desolation lest those of those days put aside their hostilities.
The land of the Hat...(unreadable) shall be made desolate and the ruthless slaughterer shall walk away from the great kings with blood on his hand.
The people will grow weary of their burden and seek to throw it off. The worker shall rebel against the lord and the lord against the worker. This is the beginning of a new era.
Let him who has ears to hear hear the words of this prophecy. Let him who sees, read and understand. Let them who are wise understand the words of this prophecy. That this is the beginning of the age of the foreign Goddess who shall rule in the house of the gods. The Bear shall contest the Demon. And division and choas shall rule the nations...."
He is interrupted by a worker, "Sir, I think we just found an astrological chamber."
The chamber had the looks as if it had been used for astronomical observations. All the tools were there. The markings had an astronomical feel to them. In the center of the room was a map of the constellations.
Wessington: "Well, I see we're going to be busy figuring all this out."

OOC: Bet you want to know what ancient temples have to do with any of this. ;)

Official Imperial Tag

ooc: oh god, whittier's gonna have a female leader with PMS that dont stop...

Oooh ooh I bet I know, pick me. Common, pick me, I know this one. [tagged]

Sarah was packing her things for the family move. They were going away for and it seemed her world was ending. She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay behind with her friends. She had no friends where she was going.
She stopped a moment to check herself out in the mirror with the heavy rock music blaring in the background. Her long red hair flowing gently down her back, her supple, her black shirt outlining her small firm breasts.
She didn't hear the knock on the door, she was taken aback when the door opened and her mother walked in.
Mrs. Henderson turned off the radio silencing the hellish screams of Black Sabbath.
Speaking to Sarah she said, "Sweetie we need to talk. This move is the for the best."
Sarah: "But I have friends here."
Mrs. Henderson: "You can make new friends where we are going."
Sarah: "But my life is here, Brad is here, my job is here."
Mrs. Henderson: "I know its hard but its not safe for us here anymore."
For the last three weeks their city had been wracked by class riots. And every week it got worse and worse. Buildings and vehicles set ablaze, helpless passersby lynched just for the fun of it. And the feds refused to act.
:"Its not fair. Why do you people have to ruin everything." Sarah demanded.
Her mother replied "I wish we could stay but can't you see, we're not safe here. You can ......"
Her words were stopped as the ground began to move violently. The floor, the walls, the whole house doing doing the shakes in a violently, jerking, rolling motion. They could hear the yet to be packed China, crashing to the floor in the kitchen and bookcases and cabinets fell over. Loud explosions and fireballs erupted outside as the earthquake set off gas mains. After a minute it was over.
But one minute was long time for any earthquake. It seemed like eternity. They had never been through a quake that lasted more than 15 seconds.
The two Henderson women got up and went downstairs to clean up the mess.
"That was cool, can we do it again, can we do it again?" pleaded 5 year old Timothy.
"I hope not" replied Mrs. Henderson.
The TV in front went blank, then a newanchor came on, a worried look on her face. Her elderly mother lived in San Diego, and she was alone with no one to help her. But Laura Clarkson held back the emotions and she read the telepromtor.
"This is a WNN special report. Just moments ago, the Whittier Geology Society reports that a massive earthquake has struck the city of San Diego. Initial WGS estimates report the quake measured 7.2 on the richter scale. There are various fires being reported and local hospitals report they are being overflooded with people injured. So far there are only 5 reported deaths related to the shaker.
We have Traffic Copter 9 live over San Diego now and we are switching live to Dan."
Dan "Eh, yes we are live over San Deigo and as you can see, there is a vast amount of damage below us."
The camera pans down showing completly destroyed freeway overpasses, lots of cars have been crushed under the overpasses due to it being rush hour when the quake struck.
Dan: "As you can see the quake during lunch time rush hour traffick and the consequences for many caught traffick were horrifically deadly. I can't even begin what must have gone through those drivers minds in the last few seconds of their lives. The horror they must have felt. But the damage isn't limited to the freeways."
Camera zooms to take in the whole of San Diego.
"As you can see, many of the tall buildings in the city have toppled, many of them full of people. There are reports of the collapse of many apartment buildings and historical buildings."
His voice begins to shake as he remembers his brother in Building 123 Slauson Ave, the Whittaker Financial Building.

The two Henderson girls stopped what they were doing. Sarah's dad and her older brother both worked in the Whittaker Financial Building for Pouries Global Assets, a stock market firm. Mrs. Henderson grabbed the phone off table and began dialing frantically. Outside, the entire city of San Deigo looked like warzone.
The tv mumbled on.
Laura's brown skinned, smooth reassuring face returned to the screen.
"We have just had word from Whittier that the Secretary General has declared a state of emergency for the city of San Diego and has ordered the deployment of the army to begin digging through rubble to save those who are saveable. In a hastily prepared statement, Secretary General Brezhnekov said his heart goes out to the families of the victims of this unfortunate act of God. Meantime, neighboring communities and towns as far away as Colorodo are sending rescue crews to help comb through the devastation...."

Astronomer David Kelly was preparing for the day's event. It was estimated that 1,000 would show up at Port Smith to view Venus crossing the Sun. This had been an incredible month for astronomers, the international space telescope had photographed what seemed to be the very edge of the cosmos itself and it had photographed the solar system's tenth planet Sedna, named after an Inuit goddess. The Whittier Space Agency had just recently launched a probe to explore the newly discovered planet. But astronomers had already noticed something very odd about Sedna, despite its vast distance from the sun (further out than pluto) Sedna seemed to show up in telescopes as red. A planet that far away, should show up as a speck of white if at all. They had estimated its orbit and that it was at least half the size of the earth's moon. This was an exciting find. Just as they were finding planets around other star systems, they stumbled on a new one in their own system, that had never been detected until now.
The sun would be up in 3 hours and 4 hours after that, Venus would begin its transit across the suns surface. Safe viewing ports had to be set up for the tourists. There were 25 people working on setting them up. He drew in the evening breeze through his nostrils when his cell phone rang.
"This is David. Hello."
A frantic voice on the other end.
He spit the hot coffee on ground dropping the cup in the process causing the hot fluid to spill on a hapless migrant.
He ran to his laptop, "Can you email the stats?"
He quickly logged into his university account.
"I'll be a son of bitch." he said softly, the culprit object standing in front of him in the photo he had just received via the universities email systems.
The object was 3,400 KM in diameter. They had yet to determine its composition. But what they were certain of was that it was headed into the solar system, the inner solar system. Traveling at 20,000 miles per minute.
The kids who had accidentally discovered it via photos didn't have the means to compute its orbit so David looked at the photos noting the new comets position in each one and inputing it into his computer.
He was shocked by the results. According the objects orbital stats and taking into account the movement of all the bodies in sol system, the computer predicted the object would impact earth head on.
He knew instantly what he had to do. No time to argue with the international astronomical association. He began dialing the Ministry of defense.

5 hours later:
Brezhnekov: "They already named it?"
General Krathammer: "Yes sir, the kids who found it have called it Wormwood."
Brezhnekov: "Why does that sound like a bible name?"
Krathammer: "It is sir, from the book of revelation."
Brezhnekov: "Listen I don't want word of this getting out. Things are bad enough, I want you to take control of the project monitoring this object and do what you have to do. But keep it under wraps. You are authorized to kill any one who gets too nosy."

Dr. Pomiloff and Dr Victorson were reading the enscriptions for analysis of the ancient cultures' belief systems, though they still haven't figured out the meaning of it all.

The newly discovered inscription read:
"...in those days, the three messengers of death shall smite many. And many shall go to their graves. Beware of the 4th messenger of death who shall bring with him great pain and suffering for men. It shall be given him permission to cause pain and suffering in men but it is forbidden for him to touch women. Yet the women shall not be untouched. Let those with wisdom understand this mystery. Beware the introduction of foriegn beasts into the land...."

"Probably some kind of new super Mad Cow disease that kills people or something." said Pomiloff.
Victorson, "Some horrible plague must have hit this place. Could explain why it seems to have been abandoned so suddenly."

Pomiloff, "Look at this," points to inscription, "the mosquito shall be death's friend and partner, spreading dread and fear into the souls of mankind...."
Looks at Victorson, "What do you make of that."
Victorson, "Unusual."

Greg Duffey and his girlfriend, Sarah were enjoying a nice date at the movies. Greg was very annoyed when the unkempt gentleman in front of him started hacking and coughing without covering his mouth. The cough only lasted about 10 seconds. But it was enough for the Aspergillus fumigatus bacteria to fly out of his mouth at 40 feet per second. As soon as they were out in the open the bacteria were swept up in the wind which blew them inside the theater and into the auditoriums.
Greg and Sarah got their tickets and tooks their seats. The feature movie was Hellraiser 15. Some of the movie goers were munching away on popcorn others, in the back were making out. Others were riveted to the screen.
The suspense of the movie was suddenly interrupted by first one violently coughing and clenching his chest then another patron. And another. The infection had begun. Someone alerted the theater management and employees noticed people leaving the auditoriums coughing and clenching their chests.
12 employees had to go home very sick.
3 people collapsed in the theater lobby and the paramedics had to be called to take them to the hospital. But the bacteria were already reproducing inside there bodies ready to migrate into the next human host.
In 5 days, all the hospitals in Pico Rivera, Los Angeles, San Diego, Fullerton, and other Whittier cities, (about half the major cities in Whittier) were filled with patients with the mystery virus. Many of the victims were beginning to cough up blood from their lungs.
The original carriers could have been cured and the contagion stopped if the economy had not collapsed, but now the government could not afford to vaccinate everyone and the original carriers from the movie theater were all dead having died 4 days after being infected.

It was a windy day in the town of Hieghtendorf. People going about their business with out a care in the world. Hieghtendorf was a major tourist destination in the summer time. Summer was coming to an end and everyone was leaving except for the locals.
Dr. Mike McGee has just woken up in the early hour of 5 in the morning with sun just peeking over the eastern horizon, the day's first rays shining through his bedroom window.
He got up, put on his big feet in his slippers and walked in to the bathroom.
He turned on the water to slightly hot, too hot for many people but just the way he liked it. He removed his clothes and stepped in. He began his morning ritual of singing, as he lathered up, his still attractive 26 year old wife still asleep in bed. Her sleep was disturbed when the pale phone on the bedside stand began ringing.
Susan wearily, came to consciencessness and blinked then covered her eyes with her white left hand, turning over to check the time on the clock.
She then picked up the phone: "Hello"
A young female voice on the other end, probably some intern or something,:"Is Dr. McGee there?"
Susan:"Yes he is but he's in the shower at the moment."
Voice: "We have an emergency at the hospital and we need him here right away."
Susan, thinking it was too early for this:"Just one moment and I'll get him."
She lay the phone down by the side of the bed and wearily got up, walked around the king size bed, out of the door down the hall to the bathroom and entered. They had no children and they had just moved into the house.
"There's somebody on the phone for you, they said they need you to come in early."
Mike stopped singing. "Tell them I'll be right there." His big but steady hands reaching for the faucet turning off the water. He stepped out grabbing his towel and drying off. He wrapped it around his waist and walked to bedroom where he picked up the phone.
"What the hell could be so important it can't wait" he thought as he picked the phone up.
"hello, this is Dr. McGee." He said into the phone.
The conversation went on for a few minutes.
"Yes, I see. Well, I'll be right there." He put the phone down and began dressing. "I have to go earlier, there's been an emergency at the hospital" he said, not even looking at Susan. Their daily ritual of morning love making would have to wait.
Susan was back in bed. "Surely they got other doctors that can handle it."
Mike, "Unfortunately, I am the only resident with the expertise they need."
Mike was specialized in rare and contagious diseases and the one at the hospital sounded like a doozy.

An hour later his big red Honda Gallagher SUV oulled into the hospital parking lot. He was about to pull into the space marked "Dr. McGee" when a white sedan pulled into it. Mike stopped as the person got out of the car.
"Excuse me, sir, you're in my parking space."
The short scruffy young fellow with dark whiskers stared him down, "I don't see your name on it." he challenged.
"Eh, yes it is. Right there." He pointed to the sign with his name on it. "That's me."
The stranger walked over to the sign grabbing it with both hands ripping it off the wall and tossing it aside. "Like I said mac, I don't see your name anywhere near this space."
Mike's blood was boiling now, he was not about to let this sob get away with insulting him. "So that's the way you want to play?" he said as he opened the driver side door and began stepping out. The stranger walking toward him with a chip on his shoulder.
Mike was barely out the car when the other guy landed a fist right on his nose, Mike instinctively swinging back, catching the other guy's nose, bloodying it. It quickly turned into a brawl until Security came and dragged the two men apart. Mike had a short temper and it took 5 guards to drag him away. The other guy having to be dragged away by 6.
Both of them were bloodied. One of the guards, "You alright doctor."
"I'll be fine." responded Mike, looking with fury at the other driver.
He walked into the hospital, blood all over his face as everyone stared.
The other driver walking in behind him with handcuffs and being escorted by the 6 security guards.
'That's is why you should never try to steal a doctor's parking space." said Leticia, her black thin finger pointing toward new guy with the bloodied face.
"Who was that other guy that walked in?" asked Prescilla, the local coordinator for Emergency Relief. She was concerned the disease would spread to these two men and then beyond. She would have to quarantine them too she was thinking.
"That would be Dr. McGee, in resident specialist on contagious diseases." responded Leticia.

Mike walked into the Director's office, the his face cleaned of all of blood.
"What's going on Tom?" he asked as he sat down.
"We got several cases, of an unknown illness and we don't know what's causing it. Debbie here will take you to the patients being held in triage." he pointed to the slender but bountiful blonde sitting in the other chair by the window. Mike looked her over, cool blue eyes, silky white skin, small firm breasts, and a nice peice of ass. "I'd like to stick my rod in her." he thought for a second.
Debbie got up and introduced herself. She was the new doctor who had just arrived last night from Whittier Naval Strategic Operations in Singapore. Whittier had acquired Singapore from an earlier war and held on to it as naval base.
"I'd like to see the patients if that's possible." Mike said. "This way." said Debbie Sinclair.
She had just gotten out of the Whittier navy where she was the head doctor at the medical facility at Whittier's Singapore Naval Air Station. This job was lined up for her 7 months before she got out.
They walked into the triage, filled with to capacity and more patients being brought in. Mike forgot the outrages of the morning and his thoughts of sex, his erect penus losing its erection as he saw the scene before him.
What are his symptoms he asked Debbie as he stood over a patient, a sickly 19 year old male with pale blue skin and long brown hair who was wheezing and hooked up to oxygen mask.
"He came in with what we thought was the flu. But then we found he has the chills, a definite fever, productive cough, myalgia, arthralgia and pleuritic chest pain. Many of them seem to be suffering from lung damage as well." Debbie said as the young fellow hacked up blood.
"How odd" he said, scanning the room. The rest of the patients all had the same condition but they were from all walks of life.
"I'll need a blood and urine sample from each patient" he said. He was going to have some work to do in the lab.
The hospital was filling up. When a middle aged nurse walked up, "The hospital in Shottonville wants to know if we can spare any doctors for an epidemic they're having. They said they're being overwhelmed."
"Tell them we can't spare anyone cause we got our own epidemic going on here." responded Mike cooly. Wondering outloud if the contagion could possibly have already spread that far.
Leaving Debbie and the nurses behind he walked down to the lab and grabbed a box of needles for blood sampling and cups for urin samples. It was going to be a long day.

Shottonville:

The city's mayor declared a state of emergency and requested help from the state and federal governments.
The virus causing the epidemic seemed to a form of the cryptococcus strain, related to the stryptococcus virus that causes stryp throat.
All of the victims and there were thousands of them were showing signs of abnormal pulses, and swelling of the brain causing them great pain and suffering.
It was often described as having a migraine but these migraines were 20 times more potent than the average normal migraine, thus driving hundreds of victims to commit suicide.
As in the other diseases, the virus flew through the air until flying up its victims nose.

The Mayor's request was met with a declaration of martial law by the federal government which stated it was sending 25,000 federal troops to quarantine the town.
There was a high level discussion of the problem in Secretary General's Residence.
They had yet to determine what was causing the epidemics and different emergency protocols were being debated within the highest levels of government. The two most controversial was to kill off all the carriers and sick or to nuke all cities where the diseases had caught a foothold.

Meantime, some trouble makers were spreading false rumours on the street that diseases were actually one disease made by the rich to kill off the poor so the rich can steal their land and property and subject them to slavery.
In Denver, this resulted in the worst riots in the history of Whittier and the riots were still on going.

Total deaths from the epidemics now numbered 5.8 million with hundreds of millions more still infected.

Canales proposes that these diseases are the result of your nation refusing to abide by the laws of God. Hence God is punishing your people. The Emperor himself calls on you and your people to convert to Christianity.

Canales proposes that these diseases are the result of your nation refusing to abide by the laws of God. Hence God is punishing your people. The Emperor himself calls on you and your people to convert to Christianity.
Utter superstition.

CNN Network News:
Today in Economic News the Whittier Canali has taken a plunge as the pandemics continue kills millions of Whittierites.

In National News, Brezhnekov has formally declared a state of emergency and is requesting urgent international assistance. The government reports civilian casualties from the pandemics has reached 404 million.
The disaster is being made worse by the fact that Whittier's entire healthcare system has collapsed due to the poor shape of Whittier's economy which has officially been declared collapsed.
Meantime, the government has ordered all bodies to burned and all contaminated person to quarantined by armed force if necessary.
People trying to oppose the quarantine are being summarily executed in the streets, including infected children who venture outside the quarantine zone. The bodies again are being burned in bond fires.

Middle of the Pacific.
Howard Yiff was sitting in his chair on his yacht just relaxing as his young wife Sarah lay on her back on the deck completely naked, sleeping.
Howard looked up from his book toward the horizon at the dark clouds. Just a small rain storm he thought to himself before going back to his book.

At the Los Angeles Global Weather Monitoring System, Chuck Hagel the local weather forecaster for many of the local networks looked at the object on his screen that was being transmitted by EROS. From his own personal experience he knew it was just a slight tropical storm and being in the middle of the Pacific, it didn't look like it would be much of threat to anyone.

The storm continued on its approach toward the Hawaiin Islands. Everything normal. But now the people at LAGWMS had given it a name: Tropical Storm Tamara.
Wind Speeds were relative slow 45 miles an hour.