NationStates Jolt Archive

The square was an ocean, a thronging mass of humanity in turmoil. Thousands have gathered to hear an adress by their head of state, Robert Alexander Borden. I short, swarthy man, violent in temper and low in morales, he and his Democratic Socialist government had treated its citizens poorly, enforcing such evil, communist practices on an unwilling populace, such as available education, welfare for the needy and the most vile of all things...Universal Healthcare. Obviously this government was in a downward spiral if it would be following in the foot steps of misguided, imbecilic, visionary-tyrants like Lenin. People of Anarsia, please, listen to reason!' pleaded the corrupt Prime Minister, 'NOOOEEEZZZ!!!' shouted the people, obviously they had taken more than they could handle, they stormed parliament, overwhelming the pathetic defences in a matter of minutes and executed Robert Borden and his cabinet. For one to be free, they must free themselves and thus the people of Anarsia broke the chains of Socialist oppression that bound them so tightly, Anarchy reigned in the new nation. Leaderless the people did as they pleased, when they wanted to do it, the way they wanted to do it. It was truly a glorious paradise, where nothing would ever go wrong and everything would be perfect.

...for awhile anyway...

OOC: Tag for watching... a very intersting post!

Jerry Taylor had been running for almost an hour now, his weak socialist legs were moments from giving in, and like the worm that he was, he hid himself in a bin half filled with topsoil, the foolish ex-regime seemed to trade goods and services in a highly organized and inherintly evil way. When the glorious Anarchists caught upto Jerry they searched the area with the practiced precision only one with out any training would have. The obvious superiority of their senses lead them to the bin in which the tax payer was hiding, tipping it, Jerry fell to the ground. 'What the hell is wrong with you people?!?!" cried the weasel, the Anarchists responded in unison [i]'Coz! j00 are teh ghey!' one of the anarchists lifted Jerry to his feet, dusted him off and with with a single blow caused much discomfort to the cheek of Jerry Taylor. 'OMG PWNED!' roared the crowd and Jerry looked at them as if they suffered brain damage. Rearing back, fist clenched in a tight ball of rage, Jerry released a pathetic punch to the jaw of the Anarchist, knocking him to the pavement. 'HAX!' exclaimed the crowd as Jerry pushed his way through, walking at a non-to-brisk pace back to his car. 'You guys are a bunch of fucking morons.' he said to himself as straightened his shirt in a most obviously corrupt fashion.

"Um, sir, ELINT has picked up a bit of activity in OMG ANARCHYLANDIA." The Agent declared, turning back from his console.

"Son, " Sub-Director Allens lectured, "There is no need to place "omg" in your conversations. Keep it in instant messagers, agent."

"No, sir, their name really is "OMG ANARCHYLANDIA". Look at the map." The agent pointed to the map, where the words glowed in red. "I added the "w00t" below it."

Sure enough, a giant red "woot" was hanging on the image, pulsating regularly.

"Take it off, Agent."

"Sir?"

"The woot." Allens scowled. "Now, monitor this nation, and if and when their anarchy self-destructs, notify me. We'll sell them humanitarian aid or something."

"That's not very humane."

"Neither is making your people sing allegiance to "OMG"-anything. They'll get over it."

OOC: TAGgeth

omgz i r teh 74661n6 7hi5!!!!!!!!1

ph3r teh tag

OOC: Tag for interest

IC: The Government of Evil Woody Thoughts reserves the right to intervene if OMG ANARCHYLANDIA harbors terrorist organizations and/or wishes to assert "teh powur" in an overly aggressive way. For now, we simply watch and grab a bag of popcorn. :D

"Congarulation on your enlightenment! I am pleased to see that we of Aldron are not the only ones to recognize the vile restriction of our rightful freedom that any and all governments inflict."
-Sam Stevenson, leader of the Black Gloves.
(gunshots and screeching tires are heard in the background)

A group of well dressed business men sat at a oval shaped conference table, laughing and smoking cigars. 'Now we control the entire market! said one in a pin striped suit, 'Yes, and these fools will work for what ever we pay them, now that the government is out of the way! chortled another one, who has obviously had one too many business dinners. The leader of the group, simply known as The CEO sat at the head of the table. The CEO spoke up suddenly and all the others were silenced, 'The results of this little experiment were excellent...our subliminal advertisements and clever product placement have basically rendered the population ours to control.' the patriarch placed his black leather gloves on the table, and a sly grin split his weather face. 'Now, what are the figures Reginald?' asked The CEO, a younger man dressed in a black suit with a blood red tie stood up and stepped up to the front of the room.

'Lights! exclaimed Reginald, his voice cracking tight, fascist manner. When the lights went out several charts and figures became visible on a whiteboard to the left of Reginald. 'Thanks to the brilliant mind of our residing CEO!' all of the business types clapped and laughed, Reginald raised his hands '...Thanks to the brilliant mind of our CEO, sales of Chozo brand soft drinks have gone up 1200%...' The businessmen roared, though the CEO just sat, with his fingers steepled contemplatively. Reginald went off to list more figures and outlined that Chozo Corp, for all intents and purposes, ran the so-called nation of OMG ANARCHYLAND, Anarsia as it was once called and Test market 001 as it was known in this room. The CEO still seemed unsatisfied by the profit margins, this market was obviously not large enough to sustain his lust for wealth and power. As the room was hooting and hollering and discussing their plans for their wealth, the CEO sat and thought for a good long while.

OOC: Ooh, the plot thickens!
*is eagerly watching to see what happens next*