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Ooc- This is a closed RP. But IC comments are welcome, since it's basically a media broadcast out of my nation, to show what the schools are like.



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A documentary from the White Peoples Radio and Television Network, “A Day in a Mississippian High School.”

“At promptly 5:30 am, everyday, those in grades 9-13 in Biloxi rise and get ready for school, which starts at 6:00 am. The boys spend the first two hours on morning military drills and physical training, while the girls cook a late breakfast which the boys get upon finishing their military maneuvers, which sometimes consist of runs which take up the entire allotted two hours for morning maneuvers. But today, we are not here to tell you about our schools, we are here to show you… Join us as we take a closer look at the Mississippian government school system. Remember, all schools are funded by private citizens and the armed forces.”



The last assembly siren rings, it is exactly 5:58, the boys have two minutes left to assembly. The camera pans out as the last of the five hundred or so boys are forming up into their ranks.

Two sergeants and a lieutenant and standing by, making sure they all form up properly. One of the boys slouches a bit, and immediately he is struck in the stomach by a club from a sergeant, who promptly shouts, “Back in line, you dog! Stand up straight!”

The boy nods his head, immediately doing as he is told, saying, “Sorry sergeant!”

The sergeant slaps him across the face with a glove, shouting, “Don’t be sorry maggot! Sorry is for losers! Get it right the first time! Never apologize for anything! You’re a Mississippian, you don’t apologize!”

The boy didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t say sorry for saying sorry without saying sorry again, he nodded his head, “Yes, Sergeant!”


The lieutenant tells one of the sergeants, “Attention…” The sergeant turns and shouts, “Mississippians, Attention!”

The boys all snap to attention and remain absolutely silent as the lieutenant walks back and forth, inspecting them. He occasionally points out to a boy, “Shine those boots” or, “That armor looks worn out, go see the quartermaster later and get new armor” or, “That pistol is dirty, polish it…” or, “Your holster goes on the other side, conformity, conformity!”

After five minutes of inspection, he walks back to the front of the assembled body of youths and shouts, “Youth, recite the teachings!”

The boys all start, in unison, to recite the “Teachings of the Prophet Fabus” the first twenty of the teachings, the rest will be recited later at other times throughout the day.

The recitation took about three minutes, and now the lieutenant points to the large Mississippian flag, behind which is a poster of Roger Fabus on the side of the school building, at least fifty feet in size. The lieutenant salutes it, and then shouts, “Hail Fabus!”

The youth all join in, throwing their left arms into the air and shouting “Hail Fabus!” the “Hailing” goes on for three minutes until the Lieutenant fires his pistol into the air to quiet everybody down.

One of the sergeants smiles and says, “Today we have a treat for you all, we will be doing a fifteen mile run, with eighty pound packs, you will all have ninety minutes to complete the run, when you get back to this building, you will have five minutes to do two hundred and fifty pushups, with your packs still on…”

The lieutenant nodded his head and the sergeant handed out each youth his allotted “Combat enhancement drugs” for the run.

Each boy injected himself with the needle and then tossed it aside, girls would come out to clean up the litter after the boys started their run.



The boys all shoulder their packs, pick up their rifles, and form into the proper columns to start the run, each one appears to be sweating profusely as it is, the drugs have already started to take affect.

The lieutenant fires his pistol into the air again and the boys are off, one sergeant leading them, the other one taking up the rear to make sure nobody falls behind (he has a club to do that).


After they’re out of sight, the lieutenant turns to the camera and says, “We’ve all seen boys running before, nothing special about that, come inside, we’ll see what the girls are doing.”

They walk towards the school building itself, the guards at the door snap to attention when they see the lieutenant approaching, the camera pans out and captures in its view the squad with Stingers and Milans on the roof, next to a sandbagged 50 caliber machine gun position, “School security” is what the lieutenant says when he notices the camera aimed up at the roof.

The doors are opened by the guards and they proceed inside, a large poster of Roger Fabus hangs in the main hallway, under which are the words, “Our Honor is Loyalty”, the same words found engraved on the pistols and knives issued to every Fabus Youth.

There is a large sign that seems to standout, posted on the main bulletin board, “NO RPGs or Explosives will be allowed inside this building until further notice, unless they are here with express permission from the the principal. Questions, comments, or concerns, see the principal, located at his command post.”

The lieutenant nods his head as he sees the camera capturing the sign, “Ah yes the principal, let’s go see him now and talk to him, might be a good place to start to learn more about the school.”

They walk down the hall and come to a stop outside a door labeled, “Colonel Oliver Smith”. The lieutenant taps lightly on the door, saying, “Sir, may we enter?”

The colonel replies, “It’s unlocked, enter lieutenant.”

The lieutenant enters, approaches the desk, stops, snaps to attention and salutes, shouting, “Hail Fabus!”

The colonel raises his hand up and says, “Yes, Hail Fabus.”

The colonel then motions at two chairs, telling the reporter and the lieutenant to “take a seat.”

The cameraman steps back while the journalist and the lieutenant sit down.

The colonel extends his hand and shakes hands with the journalist who promptly asks, “Hmmm… I’m curious, you run the military section of this school, right?”

The colonel seems puzzled, “What do you mean? I’m the principal.”

The reporter clarifies, “Principal of the youth military program, right?”

He shakes his head, “No, I’m principal of the school and a Colonel in the Mississippian Army.”

The reporter nods his head, “So tell me, where does the funding for this school come from? Who pays for it all?”

The colonel shakes his head, “I’m not at liberty to divulge the names of private individuals or of non-governmental organizations, but I can say that a good portion of the funds are provided by the armed forces and local law enforcement, along with local internal security units.”

The reporter nods his head, “I see… So tell me, what exactly is the goal here? I mean what are you trying to teach kids?”

The colonel answered him with a smile, “The skills they need to become successful, productive and devoted adults.”

The reporter nods his head again, “Yes… I see, devoted to whom?”

The colonel nearly chuckled, “The Czar, who else?”

The colonel’s phone suddenly rang, he excused himself and answered it, after a few seconds he said, “Yeah, I’ll be right there… Okay…”

He hung up and said, “Sorry, but something just came up, we can talk later if you’d like, I have to go now.” He quickly exited his office, taking his hat and coat with him.

The lieutenant then led the reporter and cameraman through the halls of the school, a large statue of the ten commandments was in front of the school chapel, the inscription above the statue read, “The highest laws are those not of man, but of God.”

The first classroom they came to was full of girls readying ingredients to make breakfast for a squad of boys currently out on maneuvers. The girls were all dressed as most Mississippian women dressed, in typical “Mississippian Victorian” style. ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/ComMiss/MSWoman.jpg ) (Most Mississippian women wear corsets and petticoats)


Three agents from a local DIS Secret Police unit walked into the classroom, the girls stopped preparing the food when one of the agents asked, “Does anybody have anything to report today?”

One of the girls, about sixteen, immediately replied without hesitation, “My father spoke out against the recent Apartheid Restoration Act of 2005, he said it might lead to unrest and trouble in Mississippian Southern Africa. He also said the Czarina was foolish for signing it, and the Czar foolish for putting her in charge. His lack of faith sickens me.”

The teacher told the agent what her address was and her father’s name. The agent wrote the information down and he smiled at the girl, “Thank you, thank you, your father is indeed somebody we would be most interested to speak with, we will help him, don’t worry, you’ve done the right thing.”

Another girl stepped forward, “My mother questioned the reasons behind the creation of NEMA in the first place, suggesting that the Czar’s father, Curtis Fabus, was being manipulated by global elites.”

The agent nodded his head, “Ah yes, the distraction of a conspiracy theory, we will speak with her…” The teacher gave the agent the necessary information.

Another girl, about fifteen, stepped forward, “My brother said that the government was behind the 1995 bombing of the Ministry of Finance building, and that he has conclusive proof.”

The agent gasped, “Oh my, that is indeed troubling, you were right to tell us, he needs all the help he can get if he has fallen in with the conspiracy crowd. What he is suggesting could be considered treason, lucky for your family that we are here to help him.”

The agent then asked, “Anybody else? Don’t be shy now, tell us who we need to help.”

One of the other girls, nearly seventeen, stepped forward, and started to talk, looking at the ground in shame, “My father… He… He just got back from Mississippian Egypt, I have reason to believe he had sexual relations with an Arab woman…”

The entire classroom gasped, shocked with disbelief… The agent immediately slammed his fist against a nearby desk, but then regained his composure, “Where is he right now?”

The girl replied, “At work…”

The agent then demanded, “Where does he work, we must speak with him right away…”

She wrote down his work address and his name.

The agent smiled, patted her on the back and lifted her chin up, saying, “Don’t look at the ground, you’ve nothing to be ashamed for, we won’t hold his sins against you. You have proven yourself a most valued asset to the state. Hail Fabus!”

She smiled a bit and looked up, saying “Hail Fabus”.

The agents then turned and left as nobody else in the classroom had anything to report.

The journalist then asked a few of the girls questions, the questions were “What are your plans for the next five years?”

The answers were all along the lines of, “Marry well”, “Have children after getting married”, “Have lots of the children since the state needs manpower”, or “Get married and let my husband decide after that”.

When the reporter had decided he’d heard enough, he asked the lieutenant, “Shall we proceed on then lieutenant?”

The lieutenant nodded his head and they walked down the hall, by a room where, to the tune of Deutschland Uber Alles, a class of girls was singing “Fabus, Fabus, Above All Others”.

The camera captured some the words as they moved by the room, a distinctly uniformed sound, but a decidedly feminine one,

“Fabus, Fabus, Above all others, above all others in the world.
Noble leader, soldier's soldier.
Protector of the flame of Mississippian purity.
He toils night and day to assure all of us our security.
Leading from the front, always advance, never retreat.
When facing him, enemies know only defeat.”


The next room they walked by, the girls were singing the “Unification Movement” song, whilst readying to start the actual cooking of the food as they turned the ovens on. The camera captured a few lines from the song as the lieutenant led the reporter further down the hall.

“Our Unification Movement moves forward,
From the Mississippi in the West to the Atlantic in the East,
To the Gulf of Saint Lawrence in the North,
Shall we fight to reclaim our land,
Driving out the hateful Zionists for our brethren in the North,
Once and for all ending their tyranny,
Our Unification Movement moves forward.”

They came to stop outside a room labeled, “Physics room: radiation warning” the light for the warning was off, since there was no class in the room and they weren’t working on anything at the time. But usually, the room was bustling with future nuclear engineers and nuclear physicitsts, and MSAAS operatives who were learning how to make improvised dirty bombs and simple nuclear bombs with materials they might have to raid from foreign nuclear reactors on missions.

They walked into the room, there was a diagram on the board of a simple, “Uranium bullet” atomic bomb, a simple enough atomic bomb, and on the chalkboard were listed the necessary steps to follow to arm and detonate a briefcase atomic bomb, the last step listed being, “Become a martyr! Die for Fabus, God loves you!”

There were maps along the walls with the major nuclear power plants for every nation in the world highlighted, with captions, “Depending on your mission and specific training program, you will be given detailed blueprints of the specific nation you are to operate in, remember, as a sleeper cell atomic specialist, you may go years without being activated, indeed you may never be activated, always remember to keep a low profile and avoid seeming like an outsider, remember what you’ve been taught in the cultural assimilation and infiltration classes.” The memo was mostly for those future MSAAS enrolled in the nuclear education program.


The next room was labeled, “Chemical Hazard: No admittance without NBC Gear: Chemical Code Black”. The room was currently be used by a group of boys who had been exempted from the run so they could work on their science fair project, making Sarin without using official channels to procure industrial quality chemicals. Everything they were using they had acquired on their own from sources readily available in most nations of the world.

There were diagrams on the wall of various cross sections of the human-body, with parts highlighted, listing which gas affected with part of the body and which was the most effective under various temperature and atmospheric conditions.




Suddenly the entire building shook, the reporter was shocked, shouting, “What the hell is that!”

The lieutenant chuckled, “Come, I’ll show you…”

They walked out a side door and looked at what was in 1983, the football field, but had since been converted into a rocket launching platform. There were six boys in lab coats inside a concrete bunker just to the right of the side door, checking data from the rocket they had just launched, it was an unarmed test rocket, targeted to land in Mississippians waters off the coast of Fabus Island.


The reporter asked one of the boys, “What are you doing their son?”

The boy frowned, “I’m not your son, and we’re working on rocketry, we’re the future of this nation’s ICBM program, we have to start young. ICBMS mean security from the enemy.”

The reporter nodded his head, “Who is the enemy?”

The boy immediately replied with a hint of pride, proud he knew his enemy, “The jews, the blacks, the Mongols, the communists, those who are counter-revolutionary, those who speak against our leader.”

The man nodded his head, “I see… So tell me, what is with all the rocket stuff, shouldn’t you be in class?”

The boy sighed, “I am in class, advanced rocketry, it’s a part of the science program…”

The man smiled, “Ah, so who built that rocket, did you boys build it?”

One of the other boys laughed, “No, we designed it…. Prisoners built it.”

The man nodded his head, very interested, “Prisoners, what prisoners?”

The lieutenant stepped in, saying, “Convict labor, prisoners at the federal prisons in this city are often used to build things for the state, with compensation, of course…”


One of the boys suddenly jumped in the air and shouted, “It hit! Right where we planned! Yes! Success!”

One of the other boys smiled, “Someday those will be real rockets, and they’ll be crashing down on the lairs of the enemy…”

The reporter smiled, “Ah, so tell me, what are the “Lairs of the enemy” if you would please.”

The boy faced the camera and spoke, “Well you know, Newark, Philadelphia, Boston, New York City, Toronto, Washington D.C, Miami, most of New England, the enemy is deeply entrenched on our continent.”

The reporter was confused, “Your continent?”

The boy nodded his head, “Yes, this is our continent, we just have yet to unify it… Our Unification Movement will do that, we are the movement.”

The reporter nodded his head, a bit worried, “I see, and what happens to the rest of the people on the continent, do you kill them?”

One of the other boys answered, shaking his head as he said, “No, they can stay alive, as long as they do what they’re told and don’t get in the way.”

The man pressed him for more, “In the way of what? What could be greater than uniting an entire continent?”

The boy answered, “Global Unity, imagine a Global Unity Movement. The entire world united behind one movement, one nation, one leader, one people, a worldwide Mississippian people. From Argentina to France, to Russia, to the old USA, to the middle east, everywhere you go, Mississippian culture spread.”

The man smiled innocently, “Hmmm. Could you tell me more? How would it be spread?”

The boy laughed, “Well by Mississippian people of course, the culture is carried with the people wherever they go, doesn’t that seem simple enough to understand.”

The lieutenant suddenly stepped in, “I think we should be moving along…. Hehehehe, plenty more yet to see.”

The reporter and lieutenant moved along, the cameraman following behind them, they came to a stop at a firing line, it was deserted, the sign read, “Shooting range: Live fire” the red light wasn’t lit.

The lieutenant pointed at the range, explaining, “Here is where the students practice with their weaponry, honing their skills.”

The range was at least 1200 meters long, with significant backstops to stop even 20mm rounds.

The reporter looked very curious and eager to know more, “Tell me, what sort of weapons do they use, and what range do typically shoot at?”

The lieutenant smiled, happy to answer, “Usually they use old M-14B rifles, shooting at about eight-hundred meters, although it is quite common for them to bring AKMs and shoot at three hundred meters. Also a few have been known to bring 20mm rifles and fire at the maximum range was have here, about fifteen hundred meters… Occasionally if we get old soviet tanks in, T-55s and T-72s, or some of our old retired T-90s, we’ll bring the tanks out here, park them, and let the kids practice anti-tank tactics, how to blow the treads off with grenade bundles, and such…”

The man noticed a vest hanging on a hook, stuffed with mock C4, he asked, “What is that?”

The lieutenant picked it up, “Hmmm, a member of the bomber corps must have left this here… We are training some youths for the bomber corps.”

The reporter raised a brow, “What does that have to do with a vest full of C-4?”

The lieutenant answered him, “They seek out clusters of enemy infantry or enemy armored vehicles, and” he made a gesture with his hands and a sound, “and then Boom!”

The reporter was visibly disturbed to say the least, but he didn’t mention it.



As they were heading back towards the front of the school, some of the first of the boys were arriving back from their run, hardly winded at all, the drugs had worked perfectly, well almost perfectly, a few of them had picked fights with each other along the way and had to be detained by local police.

They were now doing their pushups as ordered, with their packs on, cheering for Fabus as they did so.

The camera panned out and caught the sergeants clubbing a few of the boys who were arriving last, the stragglers, shouting, “If you can’t run how are you going to get where you’re going when your BMP breaks down!”

The youths were apologizing; all six of them shook their heads and said, “Sorry” at the same time.

The sergeant spat in his face, “Sorry, don’t be sorry… Don’t ever be sorry, I’ve told you that before!”

One of the youths then rushed the sergeant and tackled him to the ground, the sergeant smiled, “Ah, so you want a fight!” the sergeant immediately flipped the boy over onto his back and as he tried to get up, the boy got a boot to the butt and fell face first into the mud. The sergeant was roaring with laughter, “You need to pay more attention in hand-to-hand class, you’re a smart kid, but if this was war, your smart brains would be splattered all over the ground, pay attention and stay alive, got it?”

The boy nodded his head, “Yes sergeant, thank you sergeant”, as he picked himself up off the ground and then got to doing his pushups.

When they finished their pushups, disassembled, cleaned, and reassembled their weapons, and then took their packs and weapons to the storage building, each boy showered and changed and then went to the mess hall to be get breakfast.

In the mess hall, the boys all stood up right next to their seats, the colonel walked in and they snapped to attention. He shouted, “Hail Fabus!” they all replied in unison, one voice, “Hail Fabus!”

The colonel then silently nodded his head and they sat down in unison, one movement. After they had sat down, the girls brought each boy his breakfast and then went back to the kitchen to wait for the boys to finish eating so they could get the dishes that would need to be cleaned in about ten to twenty minutes.

After the boys had all eaten their fill, they left their dishes where they were sitting and walked off to go to their first “class” of the day, for most of them it was either a Science, Mathematics, English, or History, with the political loyalty classes coming later in the day, range training coming last, with lunch (again served by the girls) coming in around 12:30, and a few other classes mixed in throughout the day, with the “One Hour Tentative” class, to be filled with speeches from local WKM officials (One Hour Tentative changes daily, if no guest speakers can be found, the hour is devoted to physical and weapons training for boys, or loyalty classes, and then for girls, classes on public morality)


In the history class the reporter and lieutenant walked to, the boys were just starting their history lesson for the day, it was about the “History of Mississippian ownership of North America”, a map showed that North America was rightfully that of two nations, “Louisiana and Mississippi” showing that “before Yankee aggression” Mississippi rightfully owned the Eastern half of the North American continent, and Louisiana owned the Western half.

One of the boys frowned and said, “But why haven’t we taken our land back yet?”

The teacher immediately answered as she brushed some hair out from in front of her face, “Because that is your job, your generation will reclaim our land, we have reclaimed Mississippi from the grips of Communism, it is your task to restore us to our former position of glory.”

The boy nodded his head, “But what about the others?” (Referring to those who own the lands in question)

The teacher immediately replied, “You know who they are, yes?” Class, who are they?”

The entire class shouted in unison, “They are the enemy!”

After the discussion of the maps was ended, the teacher took out a book and started to talk about the history of the Roman empire, as that was the topic they were on. She read, “The Roman Empire fell… In what year? Who knows when it fell and why?”

One of the boys immediately raised his hand, was called on, and answered, “It had been in decline throughout most of the 5th century AD, but the date agreed upon as the official fall was AD 476. Due to many factors, social issues in regards that people stopped caring about their empire and only cared about their own interests. Military factors in that they lost their military edge and too many foreigners were taken into their military, but above all, they let jews into their empire, jews sapped their strength from within.”

The teacher nodded her head, “Very good, very good. Correct.”


The reporter and the lieutenant, along with the cameraman, left the room as the discussion turned to the history of jewish nation-wrecking.

The next history class they came to was discussing recent American history, particularly the 19th amendment. One of the girls shook her head, raised her hand and said, “The nineteenth amendment was the worst thing to happen to women in the United States, it was nothing more than a declaration of war on the family by the jewish founded feminist organizations which never really had the best interests of women in mind, but rather wanted to turn women and men from loving and cooperative partners into competing enemies.”

The teacher nodded his head, “Yes indeed, very good… Anybody else?”

One of the boys raised his hand, was called on, and spoke, “The nineteenth amendment set women back by centuries in regards to morality and their emotional and mental well-being, but nothing near as bad as the later so-called women’s liberation movement, which in actuality turned them into emotional basket cases. Had it not been for the cultural restoration movement which accompanied the 1984 civil war, our nation and people would be in dire straits by now.”

The teacher smiled, “Yes, very good.”

One other girl raised her hand, and spoke, “Well, I’m not sure, but for me, I just don’t think it’s really my place to presume to know what all women want, so how could the feminist movement claim to represent the interests of all women, I mean my mother is quite content to stay at home. So how can they claim to be for all women if they agitate that all women are better off outside the home, they just want women to forsake good ideals such as family and nation, and to become easy targets for communist indoctrination.”

The teacher was quite happy with that, “Yes, excellent, totally correct.”

The cameraman and reporter turned to leave, as the lieutenant followed suit and led them down the hall to the mathematics wing.

There was a sign on the door of one room, it was a teachers idea of a joke it said, “Theory of Trouble Increases: You have three jews, how much more trouble do they cause than one Jew? If you answered three times, you are wrong, it’s infinitely more trouble! Two jews cause an exponential increase, but three, it is immeasurable trouble!”



The students were in various classrooms, mostly learning about velocity, trajectory, formulas necessary for advanced economics, chemistry, and other equations that would serve them well in the future, nothing that had no point was allowed in the mathematics, the classes were rather apolitical except for the teachers’ occasional jokes.

One of the teachers, a PhD. was teaching a class down the hall, where the cameraman and journalist were walking to. The lieutenant followed and opened the door to the class that they stopped in front of. They walked in.

The teacher had a large diagram on the blackboard, and was asking each student, “What would you do, to get missiles, cruise missiles, into this harbor, to get around theses defenses…” The digram/map contained an exact layout of the air defenses of Gibraltar. The teacher wanted to know how the students would use trigonometry to increase their chances of getting shells and missiles through the air defense grid around the harbor.

One of the students raised his hand, walked up to the diagram, drew some marks on it, wrote a few formulas next to the diagram on the blackboard, and then sat down.

The teacher corrected three numbers in his equation, smiled and said, “Very good, only you wrote a two instead of a three, a simple enough mistake…” He frowned, “But mistakes can be costly!”

The student nodded his head and went back to looking over formulas in his book.


The journalist and cameraman followed the lieutenant as he led them out of the room and to the aerial training wing of the school, where students who aspired to be pilots were receiving training at various levels. The training, depending on their year, ranged from basic understanding of controls, basic simulators, supervised flying, to advanced simulators and solo flights in MiG-29s and MiG-31s, and for the best of the best, F-22s and MiG-41s.

Two of the students, each about eighteen years old, in the MiG-41 program, were answering an essay question, the question was written on the board of their classroom.

“If you takeoff from a base in eastern South Carolina, carrying a full load of fuel and four thousand pounds of armament, allowing for your weight, how many times will you need to refuel on a round-trip mission to Lisbon? To Gibraltar? Allowing for that on the way back you would not be weighed down with munitions. Also, how many times, if any, would you need to refuel if you decided to land in Western Sahara after your mission, rather than going all the way back to South Carolina? Allow several different variables, no aerial combat, ten minutes of aerial combat, twenty minutes of aerial combat, and thirty minutes of aerial combat.”

Underneath the question, the teacher’s note said, “You have forty minutes to figure out the answer and plot a course map of how you would get to your objective, attack it, and then leave to assure the best chances of success.”


The other training room, for aspiring MiG-41 and B-2 bomber pilots, had a scale model of the harbor and base defenses at Gibraltar, complete with ships, planes, and the location of every piece of hardware, down to sandbagged machine guns. The writing on the board read,

“Final Exam Question: How would you carryout a surprise attack against Gibraltar?”


The lieutenant tapped the reporter and cameraman on the shoulder and then whispered, “The students are taking their finals in here, we should probably move along…”


He led them out and back into the hall, trying to decide where to take them to next.

ooc: that is sooo shockingly similiar to my education system.....

Ooc- Forgot, the first twenty of the "Teachings of the Prophet".


http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=387246

Ummm...

The teacher immediately answered as she brushed some hair out from in front of her face,Bold added by me

A female teacher teaching boys in your system?

Quick, show me if you're as smart as your superhumans (Last percentile in the world for smartest citizens, last I checked) are. Why doesn't this work?

OOC: I thought you weren't gonna come back DA. I hate your politics, but it's good to see you back.

OOC: Nice to see you got your nation back, DA. Good job on the RP, I like. :)

bump for more to read, update will possibly come in a while, maybe later tonight, not quite sure yet. We'll see, we'll see. I hope you all like it thus far. :)

Pretty good indeed. I'm glad DA is back.

OOC: I'm scared of your children.

ooc: be scared of mine, they're WORSE.
I was #2504 in the world's smartest citizens. (Avg. IQ in my nation is 130)

Ooc-

Meh, UN polls are biased against Corporate Police States. How can they say I'm in the top 10% for research, military, industry, etc, if my nation is so lame in intelligence? Industrial powers don't get that way with idiots running the show, my nation is a lot smarter than the UN polls give me credit for. Besides, we have elite nobles to run things even if some of the peasants lack the intelligence of the nobles. But our average IQ is up there. :) (about 141-145 range)

OOC: We don't believe in IQ pollings because of their bias. We just go off of the child's and others ability to operate within society. They are good at different things. We accpet that and makes it a lot easier for people to find work.

ooc: Of course, in my nation's case, they forgot to take the slaves/forcibly bonded workers/immigrants in the penal phase into account. The average I.Q for a citizen is higher than 130 when you take the aforementioned out.

You remind us of Pro-Nazi Serbs.

The Republic Of Kosovian Yugoslavia

OOC:This reminds me of my education system (except your's has less beatings)

ooc: :p

Mine's similar as well, except with no sexism (i'm an equal opportunity liberal) and more emphasis on military issues. Of course, the sort of education described in your nation only occurs in the military slave training centers.

Ooc- I want to see more IC responses and comments, and less Ooc. Thank you. :)


Ic-


The journalist was lead into a large gymnasium, where boys between fifteen and eighteen were gathered around the “Telescreen” to watch what was being shown. It was footage from 1982, black massacres against rural white Mississippians, then footage of 1984, government massacres against whites suspected of sympathies to rebels. Then 2004, black massacres against whites in Angola. The boys had been watching the footage for over an hour, while slowly being administered aggression increasing drugs in the water they were drinking.

The officer in charge of the class, the “Know Your Enemy Class” (Official name, “Aggression Desensitization Program”) was a captain, ex-RG with six years experience from places such as Bir Gandus, Stahlecker City, Marsa Matruh, Cabinda, and a dozen other places across the world.

His cap was slightly titled to the side as he shouted to the boys, “Who is your enemy!”

The boys all replied in unison, one voice, one motion, “They are the enemy!” pointing to the screen as it showed pictures of world leaders such as Robert Mugabe and Idi Amin.

The captain nodded his head and then shouted, “And what do we do to enemy?”

The youths, having been whipped into a frenzy by their anger over the films, the combination of the drugs, and their teacher, all screamed, “Kill them!”

The captain motioned at the life-sized dummies across the room, and the youths charged them, hacking and slashing with knives, sticking bayonets into them, firing pistols into them at point-blank range, some even jumped onto them and proceeded to rip at them with their teeth.


One of the boys jumped on a punching bag with the face of the last leader of Israel before her collapse in the early, 90s, Ariel Sharon, on it. He jammed his knife into the bag over and over again, and then started to tear at the bag with his teeth, ripping the covering clear off.


There were some adults in white lab coats standing by writing down things on clipboards; nobody seemed to notice them at all. They were only out in the open because the secret room they normally stood in, with one-way mirror, had been flooded by a gas leak and was closed for repairs.

One of the life-sized dummies was identical in appearance to Alec Mannerheim of Sevaris, it was bashed to bits as two of the boys took turns smacking it with clubs and then finally shooting it up with pistols.

After their blood lust had abated, the youths sat down, catching their breath, the captain smiled and said, “Very good, very good… I hope you show such enthusiasm against live targets… There is a treat for you all, you get to be on the next local DIS firing squad, I’ll keep you posted.”



The lieutenant led the journalist and the cameraman out of the gymnasium and out to a wooded ravine behind the school where some of the boys were practicing with mortars and RPGs, aiming down against the dry creek bed.

One of the boys was trying to get the others to help him lug a 120mm mortar into a better position, the mortar weighed easily four hundred pounds, and he couldn’t do it by himself. Finally after a few minutes of nagging, three other boys joined him and together they managed to get it into place and began to direct fire down on the target.

The target below in the ravine was a large brick structure that had been built to be shot up, there was a large blue and white flag in front of the building on a pole, the flag had a six-pointed star in the center. There was also another, mostly blue flag with a white design in the middle, under the six pointed star flag.

(The two flags: http://www.asbandeiras.hpg.ig.com.br/03asia/israel.JPG http://sheff.caeds.eng.uml.edu/icons/unobg.gif )

One of the boys took aim at the flags and laughed as he shot them up with the M-14B rifle he had, he was really pushing the range though; he was at least 1,200 meters from the flags.

As a mortar round crashed down against the building, they cheered, one shouted, “Just imagine if that was a real Jew bunker.”

A corporal was standing by, he smiled when heard their remarks, “Remember boys, there might be civilians in there if it was real that is… So much the better, eh?”

They all had a good laugh and one pointed to the building, “I think we ought to nail it again, if it was real, well Jews are like cockroaches, they don’t stay dead…”

They fired four more mortar rounds at the building over the next sixty seconds, and they all impacted with precision and accuracy.

The journalist made sure the cameraman watched as the shells came crashing down against the building, and that he got the footage of other nearby boys laughing as well.

The lieutenant then turned and motioned for them to follow, they both did, some T-98 tanks were grinding to a halt in the parking lot of the school. Apparently a local armor unit had sent some tanks for the children to get a look at.

Have we allied ourselves with demons?

Public opinion polls say that a scant 48% percentage of the populace approves us being allied with Decisive Action- Native Americans are not exactly enthusiastic about this. The military is uneasy about this as well.

If we fought together somehow and forged a bond in war, perhaps my subjects would be more secure.

Have we allied ourselves with demons?

Public opinion polls say that a scant 48% percentage of the populace approves us being allied with Decisive Action- Native Americans are not exactly enthusiastic about this. The military is uneasy about this as well.

If we fought together somehow and forged a bond in war, perhaps my subjects would be more secure.



"That is odd, our native americans are quite happy in Mississippi, indeed four of the five major tribes in Mississippi are very pro-Fabus. For the record, there are about 1.5 million indians in Mississippi, they live on reservations and the reason that they are never heard of is because they never cause any trouble."

Czarina Alice fabus

Official Imperial Response

We're happy to see we aren't the only ones training the children to do something usefull, like killing.

"Well, I must admit, what you've got here is working, it does the job. Still, it creeps me out just a bit, what with the militarization of the school system and the indoctrination."

"We limit our discipline system to caning malcontents and making the kids get up and say 'Good Morning' to the Teacher when he comes in, as well as making them clean up after school. We do have a co-ed system, and I am not sure if letting kids make sarin is a good idea."

"Still, I am getting a few ideas to put into our school system. After all, we need more good commanders, I might want ROTC to get involved in the process, it seems to be helping your kids."

Nakamura Gorobei
Secretary of Education
Gordon Lew
President
Rep. of Upper Xen

OOC: Some great RP from you DA (not like that's unusual). A great read, and quite interesting. Something I had actually wanted to do (Only it wouldn't be incredibly brutal...).

"Here in Parthia we have different educational systems dependent upon race and money the parents have disposable for education. For the non-Ayan peoples who are all very poor and kept in townships near heavily industrialized areas (and also very polluted areas), there is almost no hope of recieving formal education. Instead, many companies have opened trade schools which teach them how to do manual labor in return for two years or one year of unpaid labor in return. Middle class Persians and Aryans are more fortunate, we provide high quality public schools and many private schools of excellent quality exist as well, though both are more geared to academics than militarization. The highest classes of the population are usually educated by private tutors for the first years of schooling. Were less militaristic with education, except for those attending the military academies of Tehran and Persepolis."

-Shah Khosru III

"That is odd, our native americans are quite happy in Mississippi, indeed four of the five major tribes in Mississippi are very pro-Fabus. For the record, there are about 1.5 million indians in Mississippi, they live on reservations and the reason that they are never heard of is because they never cause any trouble."

Czarina Alice fabus
Fair enough...I would like to personally visit these facilities, but I will pass this on to the media.

Ooc- I want to see more IC responses and comments, and less Ooc. Thank you.Oh, certainly.

From: Bureau for Strategic Studies, Hollow Island, Sisgardia
To: Bureau for Coordination of post- cataclysm Operations, Martin Faulkner
Subject: Decisive Action/ Mississippi

"While we're all quite, quite busy with the yet to be started retaking of DA's Antedamnia's territories, that is, the very heart of our civilization, I think you should be aware of certain facts regarding nations outside our immediate area of interest. In this particular case, Decisive Action/ Mississippi. And, to be even more detailed, their educational system. Video footage of their public, shall we say, propaganda? is, of course, attached to this message.

Overall speaking, the results are quite amusing. Mississippi's system is, of course, quite unworkable, as such, we suspect the whole facility to be created for propagandistic purposes. Nonetheless, I'm pretty certain that we can use the basic 'guidelines' as presented in the file for approximations regarding Mississippies capacities.

First of all, it must be noted that the rather excessive military training is, quite naturally, exhausting. It can be assumed that the physically weaker individuals who are not capable of competing due to genetic flaws, are 'taken care of', either systematically, or by way of 'Natural Selection', that is suicide, or complete breakdowns due to the training. Intellectually gifted individuals will, of course, suffer from the same problems, as soon as their physical capacities are incapable of supporting the system. As such, Mississippies overall intellectual capacities will be weakened.

To this, we will, of course, have to add the sheer sexism in the system. Which does, of course, mean that approximately 50% of the population, and with them, equal parts of itzs intellectual and physical capacities, are basically unused. I don't think I have to explain the effects of this on the economy and the overall development of 'any' nation, and I don't think Mississippi is an exception.

Nonetheless, it must be noted that some women do, apparently, reach positions of reasonable authority, with reference to the female teacher shown. Considering the overall 'treatment' females receive in their educational system (Only boys have been shown receiving classes involving natural science), I think the results on the (disastrous) quality of their educational system are, again, obvious. Also, the question if females are actually capable of attending university of Mississippi remains unanswered. If not, yet another negative point for the teachers 'qualifications', with the results for the student's progress being obvious.

However, considering the apparent existence of women in such positions, I do think that it is quite possible for Mississippi to have militant feminist movements. After all, when acquiring knowledge, people tend to want to use it, with all implications of equality.

Furthermore, the overall military based structure of the classes, their content etc. is worth noting. It is rather obvious that a trade between future developments and current capacities is used, I.e. the ability to use existing technologies is reasonably developed, while the ability to develop new designs is basically unextant. Considering the equipment Mississippi uses, designs not suited for the world we live in, but designs meant for worlds with vastly different geopolitical systems, I think we can safely say that the effects can already be observed. Observed as being of disastrous implications for Mississippi.

With regards to the propaganda used, I am, quite frankly, surprised. Of course, Mississippian propaganda is highly efficient, however, considering its quite simple structure, a structure suited for crowds, but completely useless when it comes to intellectually gifted individuals, we can safely assume that mississippian schools create just that. Crowds to obey, but no one to drive their society further, to develop it. Yet another sign that Mississippi will end, sooner or later.

It must also be noted that with regards to the sources mentioned above, the presence of militant movements against Mississippis current system, is further reinforced by the scene ionvolving several girls offering up parts of their families to the state, so to speak. The only way to achive this is, of course, to break through the bonds created by families. And while I'm under the assumption that the incidence of no less than three or four cases was an extreme supposed to be used as propaganda, we can still safely assume that there are actually quite significant, and potentially dangerous revolutionary movements underway. Especially since the option regarding the complete breakup of traditional family bonds is simply against everything Mississippi stands for, as such, we must assume that the majority of students do not betray defeatist tendencies in their own family.

However, the one thing that is actually worrying me is the omnipresence of weapons. It is rather obvious that revolutionary movements would have it quite, quite easy to use this resources for their own means, throwing Mississippi into a constant state of civil warfare, and this is not even mentioning the threat in its colonies, where oppressed majorities would have it quite easy to use this options. As such, Mississippi might indeed be another case of the Hive Virus syndrome that struct nations like Allanea, Thelas, and others, removing individuality on a large scale, turning the local, sapient population in a mere parody of sapience. Indeed, since Mississippi's system seems to be somewhat, shall we say, impossible to work out, with corruption being supposed to be omnipresent, this weakening its capacities even further, I suspect the hive Virus to have found yet another victim.

Nonetheless, even though the propaganda, the Hive Virus, the presence of weapons etc. sounds threatening, Mississippis overall capacities are ill suited to fulfill the desires of its leading classes (See also file 0558/0725), and as such, cannot really be considered an actual threat, especially considering Mississippi trying to achive everything (See aforementioned file), with a ludicrously large army and significant amounts of private armies/ armed civilian organisations), this hurting the workforce AND the educational system, and as such, effectively reducing, if not destroying, Mississippi's industrial capacities."

Sincerely,

~ Mareike Isumi

And oocly, before I forget it... I find it amusing that you're simply ignoring your negative statistics, but freely accept your positive ones. Why not assuming the opposite, that the UN is considering your industry results to be better than they are, and your smartness to be as shitty as the UN says? :P

There's a reason I'm treating industry size as size, and not as quality. I.e. as far as I am concerned, yes, you have all your shiny industrial capacities (Well, 'shiny'. Reasonable.), its just that the quality is rather, uh... Ludicrous. And considering you using RL existing equipment, which is utterly ill suited for NS purposes, you actually RP this problem, so no hard feelings :P

Oh, certainly.



And oocly, before I forget it... I find it amusing that you're simply ignoring your negative statistics, but freely accept your positive ones. Why not assuming the opposite, that the UN is considering your industry results to be better than they are, and your smartness to be as shitty as the UN says? :P

There's a reason I'm treating industry size as size, and not as quality. I.e. as far as I am concerned, yes, you have all your shiny industrial capacities (Well, 'shiny'. Reasonable.), its just that the quality is rather, uh... Ludicrous. And considering you using RL existing equipment, which is utterly ill suited for NS purposes, you actually RP this problem, so no hard feelings :P



Ooc-

I'm not sure why, but I found your post struck a chord with me that left me feeling angered and offended. You basically took an invitation to comment on the RP, to instead comment on how you think my nation is unworkable and impossible. I wonder how many people in NS have NS nations that could be lifted out of NS, put into RL and work perfectly.

Basically, you made IC remarks, that were thinly veiled OOC. Well at any rate, whatever you said or meant, it just left me with a "vibe" feeling rather upset.



QUIETceasesilenc: He can't say this: However, considering the apparent existence of women in such positions, I do think that it is quite possible for Mississippi to have militant feminist movements. After all, when acquiring knowledge, people tend to want to use it, with all implications of equality.

QUIETceasesilenc: thats a godmod

QUIETceasesilenc: he doesn't know anything about DA

IntratecAB109mm: Yeah

IntratecAB109mm: That really annoyed me... Most of what he said, I'm not sure why, it just... Arghhh. You know what I mean? It's one of those things that ticks you off, but you're not always totally sure why, it just rubs you the wrong way, and you know it, but aren't certainly sure why?

QUIETceasesilenc: yeah, I know what you mean

IntratecAB109mm: He really did basically make OOC jabs behind an IC cloak, eh?

QUIETceasesilenc: yeah




As Kahta put it there, you don't know anything about my nation, the moral values and social codes that keep it running, and you didn't happen to know that ALL teachers, male or female have college degrees. We allow women to go to college for various reasons (medicine, teaching, etc)


I found that most of what your "IC" stuff was just a cheap jab at the workings of my nation. Basically I wanted real IC comments on specific things evidenced in the documentary RP, not generalizations about my nations and your thoughts on why DA doesn't work. If I wanted, I could point out to dozens of nations "why you don't work" or "why you should've fallen apart decades ago" but it's a game, things don't have to make perfect RL sense, they should make some sense, but who could claim their nation would totally work RL?

You remind us of our former "leader", You preach Nazism and Militartisic ideas. Your no better the last man to be in my seat.

President Viktor Vichstane
The Republic of Kosovian Yugoslavia

Ooc- Dang, haven't updated this. Oh well, don't think I've forgotten about this. After I get done with my classes for the day, and get my essays done, I'll update this, and then probably 1984, 1976, and 1866, RPs.

(OOC: Like everything else you've written, a damned good read. :))

(OOC: Like everything else you've written, a damned good read. :))

Ooc-

Later this weekend I'll probably start another story about 1997, when Roger was in school, and how he was disgusted by Henry and George's actions and his only real friends were William, Victoria, and Eleanor (But Eleanor was mostly away a lot, flirting with Paul Stahlecker and then eventually, well you all know where that led to)

You'll also see Roger and Henry fought a LOT, as did Roger and George. Eventually Roger, who was sick of high school, walked into the principal's office (about 16 at this time), said, "You know something, I don't need this, I already have a law degree and will have an MBA soon, I'm going to be an officer in the RG before I'm 17, forget you and this school, I'm going to Chechnya." and that is where he went, for about 6 months, coming back with a dozen plus wounds and a massive amount of psychological damage (does he still suffer from it? I'll leave it for you to decide)

You'll see Roger beat the crap out of George more than once, beat Henry up a dozen plus times. (Roger was, even at age 13, taller and stronger than Henry or George at 17-18) they used to call Roger "The Enforcer". You'll see, mostly Roger just beat George up when he gave Victoria or Eleanor what Roger considered, "Rotten advice" on matters of relationships.

As a group of boys was looking over the T-98, and receiving instructions in how to operate it (they were being specially trained for later admission into the RG Armored Academy), another group was practicing live fire exercises in a shoot house near the school, they were training for room clearing and hostage rescue techniques, since they were being selected to be in the RG Special Forces

The RG Special Forces typically selected recruits in middle school and then trained them all the through to about age eighteen or twenty, before giving them unit assignments where training would continue. It was a process deemed quite superior to most other processes as it got them personnel who were well-trained from an earlier age, and most politically loyal and fanatical, than in other nations.


The camera then panned out and saw two black cadillacs pulling up to the school, they had DISFB license plates. The DISFB was coming to the school to recruit youths into their training programs.

The reporter asked the lieutenant, “Can we go see more about what the DISFB is up to?”

He nodded his head and they went into the school behind the four DISFB agents who were talking in, while two more stayed with the cars.

The sergeant of the DISFB squad walked into the principal’s office and started going through the records, the principal, who was back in his office now, didn’t object.

After he found twenty-four files of problem children, frequent suspensions, violent behavior, he handed six to each agent and told them to get started. The cameraman and reporter followed the sergeant as he went off to go talk with some of the problem students. This was how the DISFB got recruits, getting those with social and emotional issues, or even more serious yet, major psychological disorders, into their ranks early on.

The sergeant went to a class full of girls and started to make his sales pitch, asking the girls if they wanted to be in the DISFB intelligence gathering, specifically stating, “There are certain things in intelligence gathering, well certain methods, that men aren’t able to handle, and for this we require the services of our nation’s daughters, who here will do their duty for their nation?”

One of the prettier girls in the class raised her hand, perhaps a bit reluctantly.

The sergeant smiled, and asked, “How old are you?”

She immediately and politely replied, “Seventeen…”

He asked her to go wait outside to receive further instructions of applying for training. It was the same sort of training that women in the diplomatic corps would receive. Being taught how to properly seduce men to get what they wanted, in this case, information and intelligence, but for the diplomatic corps, it would obviously be diplomatic consideration, influence, perhaps blackmail. The DISFB didn’t really care about their operatives’ well being, if a few boys got killed, or a few good girls got ruined along the way, it didn’t matter, just as long as the commander’s got their information and the missions got completed.




The cameraman left the room, with the journalist and lieutenant. They walked down the hall, stopping outside a room where the door was partially opened.

In one of the other rooms, two boys were being asked by a DISFB recruiter, “Wouldn’t you two like to get to kill some communists?”

One of the boys, about sixteen, immediately nodded his head, very eagerly saying, “Yes, damn right, how though?”

The other boy chimed in, “Yeah, how?”

The man was happy to tell them more, “Well it’s simple, just join the DISFB.”

The older boy, about seventeen, was quick to ask, “Well tell me, what do we have to do? Do we have to get some sort of training? How long does that take?”

The agent grinned, nearly laughing, but sure not to, for fear of making them feel insulted. He just nodded his head and said, “Yes, of course you need training, it will take a few months in classrooms and then a few years of in the field training, but this would be after you graduate from school. You’ll receive training while here in school.”

The younger boy smiled, quickly adding to the other boy’s question, “Yeah, but what do we have to do? I mean, do we get to interrogate people, who teaches us that?”

The agent leaned in and whispered, “You boys trust me about this, if you get in…” He noticed the door was cracked open and the cameraman and reporter were out there… He turned around and lightly pushed the door shut with his foot.

The lieutenant seemed a bit on edge, he said to the reporter, “Come on, let’s move along.” Before he walked off down the hall.

The reporter was slow to follow, being able to just barely hear what the DISFB man was telling the boys. But the words rang clear in his head, “You boys trust me about this, if you get in… We’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know about torture, interrogation, assassinations, counter intelligence, things along that line… You’ll be able to get answers from anybody. And don’t worry, you won’t ever be held responsible for any crimes you commit while interrogating, even rape or murder.”

Just before the lieutenant turned around and lightly tugged him along, the reporter heard both boys reply with affirmatives, one saying, “Sure, I’ll join…” The other saying, “Yeah, where do I sign?”



After they got down to the other end of the hall, they walked into the school jail, where those students who refused to do their work, or those who were chronically absent or late, were sent to think about what they did.

The students all had to face a large television on the wall opposite the entry door. The TV had a message by Joseph Mladic, “You must obey the Czar, for the Czar is the leader of the Mississippian Federation. He is ordained by God to have sway over the peoples of our nation, here on Earth. To obey the Czar is to obey God, to fight for the Czar is to fight for God, to die for the Czar is to die for God.”

After the message, the TV went to a Mississippian anti-Semitic film, rather new, only about four months old.




In a nearby room, a preacher was shouting to the kids, screaming about hellfire and eternal damnation. The topic of the sermon was basically against, “Self-abuse”.

The reporter stood in the doorway and let the cameraman stand next to him, they were keeping out of the way but making sure to capture all that was being said.

The man made a sweeping motion with his arm, saying, “And I tell you all, that if you touch yourself in that manner, you will for certain burn in hell! And for the women, putting anything inside your body, well, that is the quickest path to hell ever! Nothing should enter into your body that way except for your husband, and so if you’re not married, nothing enters in, it’s quite simple logic!”

One of the girls raised her hands, inquiring, “But sir, what about tampons my mother said those are fine to use…”

The man glared at her, it seemed he wanted to just throw his bible at her. But instead he just yelled some more, “No! Those aren’t okay, they aren’t even legal for one thing! And for another thing, they’re wrong, they’re sin! I can’t begin to say how wrong they are!”

The girl turned red with embarrassment for having asked a question that elicited such a response, and she just sort of sank into her seat, saying nothing.

The preacher smiled and asked, “Any more questions then, kids? I’ll be happy to answer them…”

One of the boys raised his hands, “What happened to the dinosaurs? Did they die millions of years ago?”

The preacher shook his head, “Nope… They died in the great flood of Noah, there is no millions of years stuff. The idea the Earth is anything over about five or six thousand years old, is just junk science, remember that lots of people want you to accept that God isn’t real, and to do this, they get you to buy into science. I tell you this, you are either with Christ or against Him, there is no middle ground. Either stand with God and reject atheist science, or oppose God and burn in hell, it’s really quite simple.”

One of the girls raised her hand, a bit hesitant after seeing how the preacher yelled at the first girl. He called on her and she said, “In church they told us you can get pregnant from oral sex, is that true?”

The preacher gasped, “Sodomy! My word! Why ask about this? Nevermind, keep your reasons to yourself, but know that the answer is yes, yes you can.”

As he was about to continue speaking, the dismissal bell rang, it was an early dismissal day, so the boys could get home and either help on the farms or help with the evening hunting, and the girls could help with assorted chores.

The preacher quickly wrote the nightly assignment on the board, “Read Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy, and write a 20 page summary.”

Aurora, watching the program, was appalled. She threw some popcorn at the screen when the Preacher was talking about tampons. "Oh come on!" she exclaimed. "Stupid head." Aurora despised clergy who had axes to grind about morality when in fact she was sure most of them had feet of clay. She also associated them with the aloof piety of the Christian-Nationalist Party.




Dear Czar Roger Fabus

I hope this letter finds you well--I understood that you were not feeling well recently. Also, I hope that your wife, Czarina Alice, is also doing well.
After watching the programme on your educational system, and I was rather appalled by the sex education program. It is one thing to have moral teachings about sexuality, and another thing altogether to have totally unscientific principles taught.

Also: I strongly recommend that your education ministry gain access to a more objective history of feminism. Turning the clock back is not the way to deal with social ills.

Listen to me lecture! I've only been in power for a year and a half...but nevertheless, I hope that you'll take this as my opinion and weigh it according to your wisdom.

With affection
Aurora von Sachshausen
Empress of Lavenrunz

Aurora, watching the program, was appalled. She threw some popcorn at the screen when the Preacher was talking about tampons. "Oh come on!" she exclaimed. "Stupid head." Aurora despised clergy who had axes to grind about morality when in fact she was sure most of them had feet of clay. She also associated them with the aloof piety of the Christian-Nationalist Party.



Dear Empress Aurora von Sachshausen Lavenrunz,

I received your letter and am not sure how to reply. I myself am Russian Orthodox and believe very much in personal restraint and morality. I am feeling better, thank you very much for bringing that up, it means a great deal to me to know fellow world leaders are concerned.

I am only doing so well because I was able to rest a lot, knowing the nation was in the capable hands of my wife, the Czarina, Alice Fabus. She truly is a great woman. I don't know where I would be without her, and yes she is doing well, very well, a few months ago she gave birth to our first son, and is currently pregnant with twins.

I will consider what you are saying, but I fear that even if I side with it, there is nothing that can be done here as the people wouldn't stand for it. Although the sexual education programs might be modified at some later point in the future, and once I get the chance, the tampon ban will be gone right away.


I hope this letter reaches you quickly and finds you in good health.

May the Lord Bless you and keep you,

Roger Fabus

This is a very good schooling program, I'd like to add this to our "discussion list" for whenever we meet next.

Czar Sam Fabus