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Jaredcohenia, a nation known for being one of the few where Jews and Muslims coexisted. It was founded on one belief.

The hate of Christians.

Thirty years ago, Christianity was been accepted in the Socialist Republic. It was then that the Christian minority accepted that they were going to be ruled by the majority Jews and kept in line by the not-really-a-minority-or-majority Muslims.

However, today would be the day that they would no longer be accepted.

COHENIANOPLE~St. Pyotr's Cathedral.

A sermon was going on, the Jaredcohenian Orthodox Church's patriarch, Asseliandra Patroni Romanivich was speaking.

"...Brothers! We are oppressed by the dirty, greedy Jew and the all-hating Islamic! It is our time to rise up against them...we are few in numbers but quality is over quanity!..."

It was then that his sermon was interupted by the doors being busted open. Soldiers rushed into the Cathedral.

"Bible fucking douches!" a soldier yelled as he threw a smoke grenade in, the entire room filled up with purple fog.

"What...no...no...this is not possible!" Romanivich yelled. "You have desecrated the realm of God!"

"This ain't a realm of God in my book. Assellandra Patroni Romanivich, you are under arrest for conspiracy of treason, murder, conspiracy to murder, assassination, and being Catholic."

"Since when is being Catholic against the Law?"

"Since today. All you others, either cooperate or be shot." The church goers cooperated. Premier Cohen walked into the Cathedral, staring at Romanivich.

"You will pay the price for killing my wife." Romanivich stared at Cohen. Never would he have thought that he would have been found out as being the man behind the rifle that fateful afternoon. "You aimed at me, didn't you...you old crusty pedophile?"

"I plead the fifth."

"We don't have a fifth anything."
~~~~~LATER THAT AFTERNOON~~~~~
This is JNN. Your only source for news since the government took us over.

"Petr Petrov here in Yared Square, speaking to you live. We are about two weeks to Independence Day, and the Premier has an important annoucement." Petr had a keepah on his head, he was a conservative Jew, the majority in Jaredcohenia.

The camera switched angles to the balcony of the Tyranin, the Jaredcohenian governmental buildings.

"Comrades...it is today that I have important news. We have arrested the man in charge of the Michlcohenian rebellion...the man who killed the one woman whom I loved...the man who killed your sons and daughters at war. That man was Ivan Yassili, also known as Asseliandra Patroni Romanivich. The man in charge of the Christian sect in Jaredcohenia.

No longer will you have to worry about this man. He is going to be publically executed as a sign of humiliation on the fifteenth. As will many other men.

As of 10 am, being Christian is illegal. Due to the recent census, we know who is Christian and who isn't. If you are Christian, you will be moved to Zykrania temporarily and forced to work in a work camp. If you do not choose to work, then you will be killed on the spot. If you decide to convert, you will work at a work camp until you are believed to be ready.

If you try to leave Jaredcohenia and hope to be exiled, then tough for you. If you are caught, you will be killed. If you escaped, you will be caught.

Christianity is officially a cult. Churches will be burned down, leaders will be killed, and land seized."

There was a loud cheer in the Square. It was thought that the Christians benefited nothing to society. They were the lowest rung on the ladder of hierarchy in the eyes of the average Jaredcohenian.

"That is all, my fellow brothers and sisters. May the Christians pay for each Jaredcohenian they killed!"

"May the Christians pay for each Jaredcohenian they killed!" the crowd of people in the square cheered.

"And there ya have it." Petr spoke to the camera. "Get ready for death."

OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM THE HIGH COMMANDER
TO:Premier Aaron Cohen
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

Now, I don't really care what you're doing, this is personal business and my nation's majority faith means nothing in another country, but we ask what will happen to the large portion of Zukariaans that live in Unsterblich? We hope that our allies will not do anything stupid and betray us by killing our people.
Signed, The High Commander

To: The High Commander, Henry Corrol
From: Premier Aaron Illyich Cohen

Do not worry. The laws in the Rosbaningrad Oblast prevent Zukariaans from being killed. According to the recent Census, there are no Christians in the entire oblast of Jaredcohenian descent.

TO:Premier Aaron Illyich Cohen
FROM:The High Commander, Henry Corrol

That is good to hear! Go on with your business, than.
Signed, The High Commander

Operation: Erradication
Phase One: Urban Exodus PT. 1

I don't know what is going on. I was in school today and some men came in and spoke with the teacher. I couldn't understand them because they were talking some other language, German I think. They were talking for about five minutes and then the men ripped me from my chair. They told me I was going to see my mom and I wouldn't be coming home. My mom was outside the school, she was crying.

'Don't worry, Henry. It'll be okay.' She told me. I didn't know what was going on. A man with a gun was behind me.

'Start moving, Romans.' He yelled. There were a lot of people from my church in the street, it was like we were being hearded towards the big train terminal. 'I said start moving!' The man started firing, he hit an old man in the back. The man died in the street. 'Should you pay any attention to him you will be shot as well!'

People walked over his body. It was a long line, the streets were crowded. A tank appeared behind us to push us towards the southern part of the city.

Operation: Erradication
Phase One: Urban Exodus Pt. 2

I don't know where I am. I don't know where my mom is. I don't know where my father is. I don't know where my little brother is. We got seperated in the crowd. I'm terrified.

The Brass pushed us into train carts...luckily they didn't see my journal. The man next to me smells like vodka and the woman on the other side has been crying.

'Shut up, bitch.' A guard had told her.

'I can not find my son...' she sobbed. 'You monsters...the Lord will place you in...' A gunshot rang through the entire train. I don't know where they are taking me. I am really scared. I want my mom.

Phase Two: Cold as Ice

"Get off the trains you bastards." A soldier had yelled. "I ain't got all day." The soldiers were wearing long trench coats and ushanka hats, mainly white to blend in with the fresh Zykranian snow.

The tempurature was around 3 degrees Celcius. The majority of the Christians were wearing their Autumn clothing, it was early October.

Henry had found his mother in the crowd of at least one hundred people. Rather, his mother found him.

(not really a majority or minority would be a plurality)

(not really a majority or minority would be a plurality)

(not really a needed post now is it?)

(not really a needed post now is it?)

(my apologies; I was merely trying to help)

(by trying to increase your post count by spamming my topic is not helping.)

(by trying to increase your post count by spamming my topic is not helping.)

(I do not give a damn about my post count, and will thus cease to post these useless posts unless you address me again)

"Will all women with young children please line up over here..." A man with a loudspeaker spoke. "Come on, that's you."

There were several dozen mothers with babies, under two years old. For each woman there was a female soldier. "Please come with me, ma'am."

"...where are you taking me?"

"We are taking mothers that need special assistance to a special area. You will not be put to work until your child is four."

Oddly, these soldiers spoke the truth. The Premier might've been a heartless bastard, but he couldn't seperate a woman from her child.

But he would seperate the children from their fathers.

"All you men...grab a pickaxe and start workin'!" The loudspeaker man spoke. "Did I fucking stutter? Get to work!" Some men did as told. Others stood there, doing nothing. Soldiers raised their rifles. "Get to work or you'll fucking be shot."

This spurred several to work, mining the rich uranium deposits in Zykrania.

"Go ahead...kill me." A man spoke. It was Henry's dad. Henry, who was with his mom, saw. "I'm not working for you."

A soldier kicked him in the balls. "We don't kill your kind." He was then shot in the arm by the soldier. "You want to die. We want you to die. You will suffer."

Henry's dad slumped over, he was kicked in the stomach. "Have fun in Zykrania."

Frank Herman walked down the street in Jaredcohenia with a suitcase in his hand. As a Rotten Bacon unit 12 agent he was tasked with the job of living in other countries and performing tasks as needed by his supervisors. Over the brain implanted intercom he spoke to his supervisor Ralph.

“So what you need me to do is go and frame the Jaredcohenia military of going on killing rampages against the [NS]Zukariaa locals?” Frank said while making sure no one was paying attention. Ralph replied “Yes we want to start a war between the two sides to so we can try and claim the wasted land. By the time the fight would be over the land would be worthless for everyone else.” Frank seemed a little uneasy with this operation but it was his superior’s orders so he was going to do what he had to do.

Frank turned a corner onto another street and started his way towards an old abandoned building. Ralph gave him the next part of the instructions: “Ok, Frank, go into that building and you’ll find a duffel bag. Frank started his way down the back alley and into the side door. After a few minutes of searching he found the duffel bag. Ralph came back on to the intercom. “Ok. There is a Jaredcohenia military uniform inside. Put it on and open up the briefcase. Frank opened up the duffel bag and put on the uniform. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and opened the case. There was a standard issue Jaredcohenia military rifle. He took it and loaded it. He then changed his appearance slightly to avoid suspicion. He made his ears round out a little bit, changed his eye color from blue to hazel and made his hair a little curlier.

“Ok” Ralph said over the intercom “Now go three blocks south and I’ll talk to you then.” Frank started his way towards the door. He peered through the door to make sure no one was walking by the alley. When the coast was clear he entered the alley and did his best to compose himself as a military official. He entered the glanced around a menacing look to anyone who was looking at him. He walked down the street with a slight uneasiness that hid very well from the public. We walked until he reached the corner where Ralph would contact him at. He was right on cue.

The intercom crackled and Ralph’s raspy voice came on the radio. “ Ok pal, it’s time to get to the grit of the job. We have tracked every [NS]Zukariaa citizen who has entered the country since this whole situation began. And I have there exact locations of all the ones on this street. First there is one to your left.” Frank turned around with his gun out and yelled “Die slime!” and fired a hail of bullets at the man. Ralph then said “ Ok there is another one at the end of the street. He is the next easiest target.” Frank saw him and fired at him. As Ralph told him who to shoot he fired at the target. When the sirens drew near he ran to back to the building and dressed back into his normal cloths put the gun and uniform back and walked back into the street. He opened up the sewer grate and dropped the duffel bag and making sure to have them all land in the water below. After that he walked back over to his home.

"Shocking news today as a man dressed up in a Jaredcohenian military uniform shot several Zukariaan citizens in *NO CITY SPECIFIED* using a *WHY IS THERE AN ABANDONED BUILDING WHEN I HAVE OVERPOPULATED CITIES* to hide.

This is no cause of alarm or call to arms. We are letting anyone know who is in the Rosbaningrad Oblast (Unsterblich for Zukariaans) that it is safe to carry on. We will track and kill this man."

Military police swarmed around the area, Jaredcohenia is known for it's large police force. The men used their "standard rifles" and shot at the men, making him a piece of swiss cheese.


OOC: This is a nice way of ignoring a post right?

Points:

A. Zukariaa is my closest ally, there is no reason for me to do it.
B. No backstory is given.
C. You don't even know what the standard rifle/uniform is.
D. If I'm an MT/early PMT nation, how are you going to implant a freakin' radio in someone's brain?
E. No post of anyone placing anything anywhere.
F. No one is going to notice a man who just shot people and he's going to get away?
G. You can not track several million people, sorry.
H. There's no way I can have even a single abandoned building, if you haven't noticed, at 3.9B people it's somewhat difficult to house them all.
I. You honestly think that even if war did escalate, I'd easily send all what, 200 million of my soldiers to fight a war and let my entire guard down and not increase security in my own homeland to prevent any Zukariaans in and you'd easily be able to get in and take over my nation?
J. Nice try, everyone knows that Jaredcohenian males don't have hazel eyes.

"What do they plan on doing with all of this uranium..." A miner said as he swung his pickaxe, he was clad in dirty pants and no shirt...as were many miners. It may be chilly in Zykrania, but being forced to mine several kilos of uranium a day is hard work.

"You're not paid to speak!" A soldier shouted. He, on the other hand, was snug in a rabbit-fur ushanka and a trench coat.

A soldier added next to him. "He's not paid at all!" They both laughed, their laughs were cut short after a rebellion.

"Kill them!" Henry's father screamed as the miners rushed towards the soldiers, impaling them with their pickaxes. Several were killed, and they stole their guns.

"Alert!" A soldier screamed. "Who the fuck thought it would be okay to let these Bible fucking Huns live?!" His rifle started to go, shooting the Christian miners.

"Kill them! Kill them! They are the reason we're here!" Men opened fire and swung pickaxes.

The workers were overwhelmed by the mass amounts of soldiers, but several soldiers were killed. All of the uranium miners were killed, Henry's father was shot in the head, in the chest, and in the groin.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"And we thought it would've been easier to just get all the damn uranium...guess that ain't working, is it?" Premier Cohen spoke in Cohenianople.

"The only other option would be to kill them all, sir." A minister told him.

"Then do it. We got enough bleach and ammonia, right?" The combination of the two would cause chlorine gas fumes, the men laughed. "I never stated I was joking."

"It would be hazzardous to our own men, sir."

"Then find a way to kill them. I really don't care, they are a stain on the black sheet of Jaredcohenia. You know, that stain you get from not wearin' a rubber when doin' it with a chick?" The men chuckled. "Did I say that was a joke?"

Men had cleared the area, there was not a single Jew or Muslim in the entire area of the uninhabitable Eastern Arterusian plains. All of the uranium that could be mined out in the time had.

In Coheningrad, however, the genocide was about to be complete. Three million followers of Christ would be killed in a matter of minutes.

"Sir," an officer went up to the Premier's desk. "We are ready to test MOAR."

"Are you certain?"

"Yes, the chamber has been topped off with Lithium 6. If the test is successful, then it will register 1GT. Fallout shouldn't effect us that much...if anything it'll hurt those damn Zykranian natives."

"Those damn Zykranian natives. No one likes them. Anyways, you got my clearance. Tell Iv' to launch it."

Somewhere Northern Arterus, near Novoarterusk Base

Ivan Cohen stood 9'6", suffering from gigantism. Only a few people knew why he suffered from this disease, but that's a whole 'nother story.

"Orders are clear, General. The Premier's okayed it."

"You heard the guy, men." The Grandgeneral spoke. "Fire MOAR." The Multiple Ordnance Attack Rocket had been launched from its' silo, fueled with thermonuclear weaponry. It would take a few minutes to hit, but it would be questioned as to how nuclear fission could create such a powerful weapon. Don't ask questions.

Fifty minutes after launch, the bomb had struck the Christians. The Jaredcohenia Geological Survey had reported a very high magnitude earthquake as a result of the explosion.

Official Message From the High Commander
TO:Premier Aaron Cohen
FROM:The High Commander Henry Corrol

Hello. According to reports, there has been a massive explosion in Northern Zykrania. Was it a weapon? Have you been attacked?
Signed, The High Commander

To: Commander Henry Corrol

It was an earthquake. No big deal.

~From the office of Aaron Cohen

OOC: I just wanna check to make sure that non of my Catholics were not siezed or harmed during the attack as nearly all my people are Catholic and most would rather die then to submit to someone who attacks their religion.

An anti-chritian country could be the downfall of society. Religion was what brought people together, not blew them apart, or so it should have been. The recent actions by Jeredcohenia have sent the peoples of Ji Mang over the edge. Kow Mae was a religious man, he was a member of the Church of Opus Dei and he believed heavily in the Catholic works. The new-testament was his reading every night, during the day he would read the book of Opus Dei. He sat now in his garden the breeze was cooling on a summer day. The pink lillies floated in the small pond that overlooked the entire scene with serenity. Kow found it relaxing to sit here in prayer.

"Oh heavenly father, forgive me for I have sinned." He lashed his back now with the small rope tied in knots. His bear back began to break open, blood trickling down his spine. He decided that he had payed for his sins, that of murder, and washed off his back with holy water. He had ordered the execution just hours before of a thief who attempted a master heist of the ultimate diamond. It was waranted but God would not forgive him without the ceremony. He sat, still, until a noise startled him. He turned to see the towing figure of a man, a messanger as Kow could tell from his garb. Kow Mae looked at him carefully. "What!?"

The messanger handed him a note in exchange for a few dollars and he went off. Kow Mae opened the carefully sealed envelope and began to read it's writting.

Imperial Lord Mae,

The evil has continued in Jaredochenia. They have begun to take Christians captive and torture the orthodox especially. Please, help them.

Your Esteemed Friend,
Di Cho

Kow smiled and troted off into his large palace to seek council from God.

OOC: Just so everyone knows, the nuke test was confidential and is being called an earthquake. And Catholics weren't being killed, just eastern orthodox (greek orthodox, russian orthodox, etc) Just think of them now as being in work camps.