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President Churchman walked up to the podium, paused dramatically, and cleared his throat. He then addressed the massive, tantilized, awe-struck audience, which was cheering uproariously and fervidly waving Irondinese flags and placards of President Churchman and chanting patriotic slogans.
"Churchman! Churchman! Churchman!" the crowd roared.
Churchman grinned. The political rally, which he assumed would have attracted 10,000-15,000 people, drew a crowd of over 275,000. Even he was unaware of how overwhelmingly popular his government was.
"Fellow Irondinese, I am here to address the issues at hand, issues concerning both the present and the fu-"
A gunshot rang through the air as Churchman dropped to his knees and fell from the stage. Blood flowed in every direction as he choked, gargled, and retched on his own blood. His eyes were glassy, vacant, and exhibited an expression of utter dismay and shock. The world seemed to stand still. He heard cursing, confusion, murmurs, and cries in the audience, but they sounded millions of miles away. He saw everything in shades of pale gray and blue. Everything seemed to be playing in super-slow motion. He watched as his blood drizzled the ground, as cold winter air seeped into his wound. The blood continued to flow as his life faded away. Minutes later, he was dead.

President Churchman walked up to the podium, paused dramatically, and cleared his throat. He then addressed the massive, tantilized, awe-struck audience, which was cheering uproariously and fervidly waving Irondinese flags and placards of President Churchman and chanting patriotic slogans.
"Churchman! Churchman! Churchman!" the crowd roared.
Churchman grinned. The political rally, which he assumed would have attracted 10,000-15,000 people, drew a crowd of over 275,000. Even he was unaware of how overwhelmingly popular his government was.
"Fellow Irondinese, I am here to address the issues at hand, issues concerning both the present and the fu-"
A gunshot rang through the air as Churchman dropped to his knees and fell from the stage. Blood flowed in every direction as he choked, gargled, and retched on his own blood. His eyes were glassy, vacant, and exhibited an expression of utter dismay and shock. The world seemed to stand still. He heard cursing, confusion, murmurs, and cries in the audience, but they sounded millions of miles away. He saw everything in shades of pale gray and blue. Everything seemed to be playing in super-slow motion. He watched as his blood drizzled the ground, as cold winter air seeped into his wound. The blood continued to flow as his life faded away. Minutes later, he was dead.

OOC: Meh.
If it happens, it happens.

IC: As long as you post the "Irondin Spirals Into Chaos" part, then I might consider sending you backup troops to help control the masses of 'chaotic' citizens.

Things quickly degenerated into utter chaos. Riots broke out in over a dozen major cities. Pro-Churchman and anti-Churchman mobs clashed. With the nation leaderless- Churchman had left no heir, 1/3 of the military was AWOL, and the congressional building was seized by a coalition of left-wing and right-wing terrorists- blood was spilling everywhere. Christian extremists bombed abortion clinics. Muslim extremists rammed explosive-laden buses into churches and synagogues. Racist whites and blacks pummeled each other into a bloody pulp. Anarchists burned buildings at random before blowing their own heads off. Liberals and conservatives dueled in the streets, massacring each other and then cooking and eating each others' bodies. The police went on strike. Many of them embarked on robbery sprees. Mothers threw their children out of apartment buildings. The National Guard, now leaderless, aimlessly wandered the nation, killing anything that moved (incidentally, including each other). Amidst all this, Churchman's son managed to escape the country, and is now seeking international aid in restoring order.

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Things quickly degenerated into utter chaos. Riots broke out in over a dozen major cities. Pro-Churchman and anti-Churchman mobs clashed. With the nation leaderless- Churchman had left no heir, 1/3 of the military was AWOL, and the congressional building was seized by a coalition of left-wing and right-wing terrorists- blood was spilling everywhere. Christian extremists bombed abortion clinics. Muslim extremists rammed explosive-laden buses into churches and synagogues. Racist whites and blacks pummeled each other into a bloody pulp. Anarchists burned buildings at random before blowing their own heads off. Liberals and conservatives dueled in the streets, massacring each other and then cooking and eating each others' bodies. The police went on strike. Many of them embarked on robbery sprees. Mothers threw their children out of apartment buildings. The National Guard, now leaderless, aimlessly wandered the nation, killing anything that moved (incidentally, including each other). Amidst all this, Churchman's son managed to escape the country, and is now seeking international aid in restoring order.

This sounds very serious indeed. We will send the 63rd-66th Infantry Division, totaling 20,000 men, to help control the people. Also, if you get this under control, we will wire 25 billion USD to rebuild.

To: Son of former Pres. Churchman
From: Government of the United Socialist States of Fortestan

The Fortestani people feel sorry for your personal loss and your national
loss. We are sure the former President was an excellent leader who strove
to turn Irondin into a utopia. We would like to offer any assistance to
restoring order to Irondin, including participating in an armed peacekeeping
force if necessary. If you would like, we also offer a safe haven from
extremists for you and your family. Military assistance is negotiable.

In the name of peace,
Pres. Dr. Roland b. Durandana, K.S.C., of Wassa
Vice Pres. Orlando C. Ferrara
Secretary of War and Home Defense Tyrfing Szczerbiec
Secretary of Foreign Affairs Tizona Kusanagi

Irondin,you the guy who abbandon my firs RP.How you been?I not seen you around for a hell of a long time.

We view this situation with mounting unease. Destabilization and fighting are threats to world peace- and the peace of Samtonia.

As such, we are currently formulating plans to send peacekeeping armies to your country to restore order.

And no, thank you is not necessary. And we won't take no for an answer.

Samtonian Council of Thirteen