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IC:

The place is the Republic of Pralkinen. The date, 1915. Outside it’s borders, the First World War is raging. Inside it’s borders, all is calm – or is it? In Roscovich, capital, the government is in turmoil. The senate is divided, the premier is readying to flee, various political parties struggle for power. There is no armed conflict yet, but the situation is explosive. One night, a black car leaves the city, heading for Russia. It drives past a checkpoint, and across a bridge. The bridge is destroyed by the Russian forces, which have orders to sever all the links into their territory.

The next morning, the country plunges into anarchy. The Premier and his family have vanished, and their private car is missing. Dozens of groups declare themselves the true leaders, and the Senate is plunged into vicious struggle. Soon, the cut and thrust of political debate is replaced by fists, and then by firearms. Some senators flee, but many of the others die. There is no government. The country is leaderless, and into the power vacuum steps the local warlords. Soon each town is a nation, and war is rife. Pralkinen has descended into one of the longest civil wars in history.

In Grokozna, chaos is rife. Jazon Sprinze is walking home from a friend’s house one day. A car pulls up alongside him, the door opens, and he is grabbed and bundled inside. His family never saw him again. His sister, just 14 years old, was snatched from her school. She was violated and brutally murdered. The war was personal, and everybody was involved.

At first, the battle was vicious. The local warlords fought for every street. Soon, a semblance of peace and order had settle down, but 12 people out of every 20 were dead or missing, and the killing would just go on.

Now the battle was taking on the aspects of a civil war, but there was no order, and crime was rife. There were hundreds of factions, and each was fighting brutally against all the others. In this Anarchic society, crime was rife, and legends were made. One such legend was The Marksman, who, over the course of the war, would claim thousands of lives. He will be touched on later, when his exploits become infamous. For now, he is just a common murderer.

The winter of 1915 was a hard one, and the fighting abated due to the snows and frost. Many perished from the cold, and many more starved to death. Some of those who survived only did so by eating their dead friends. The dead carpeted the streets, and very few were buried. As the winter finished, the fighting started back up again, slowly at first, but then in earnest. Grokozna was the center of combat for three main forces, and the fighting was slow and vicious. Jason Sprinze, when kidnapped last year, was armed and thrown into combat, as a boy soldier. He didn’t last 10 minutes. Now his corpse is one of the hundreds that litter the streets of Grokozna.

While the country is leaderless, some semblance of the old power is maintained in the police, who were well trained, and veterans, as opposed to the army, due to the fact that Pralkinen hadn’t fought a war since 1876. The police had managed to capture the capital, and it was now relatively stable and peaceful, while outside the dead were left in the streets, and the Left, the Right, and the Center, each splintered into dozens of interest groups, fought each other for supremacy. Now, while the land is still shattered, comes spring. The wars are fought on broad lush fields, in days these are turned into blasted wastes, carpeted with corpses.

The war is taking its toll on the infrastructure, as the workforce is decimated. The only industry that has managed to continue is armaments making, mainly rifles, and cars are armored with boilerplate to make them more survivable. Whatever the outcome, this country will take years to rebuild.