Kroando
13-11-2007, 05:03
Koalition News Network
"Today Grand Marshall Velspar, amidst growing over-population problems, has declared a mandatory Exodus for 650,000 Kroandon Civilians, and 42,000 Citizens...", the report began, interrupting the latest episode of, 'Life in Otzker!', a sitcom based around life outside Kroando. It is depicted as chaotic, unjust, anarchaic and bizarre, effectively brainwashing the masses into believing that outside of Kroando, every single nation goes weeks without bathing, cannot spell, are routinely drunk, and are always aggressive. But this report was urgent. Scolar, the only port city in Kroando, effectively controlled by Grand Marshall Velspar, was grossly overpopulated, with over 780,000,000 people packed into a city the size of Ohio. Though the city extended hundreds of meters underground, and the same above ground, there were simply too many people lodged into too small a space, and with the most recent baby boom, space was getting very, very scarce.
Housing costs were sky rocketing, contagious diseases were easily spread in such confined spaces, there were two four member families living in two bedroom apartments... it was simply getting out of control. Grand Marshall Velspar had ordered that a rather small portion of the population to pack up and get on a fleet headed for, 'The New World'. A recently discovered set of continents, far, far to the east... over 6,000 miles away to be exact. Word had it that other world powers had already begun colonization, and with Kroando's population issue, and it's never ending need for raw resources... this was the only option.
So the fleet began assembling. Scores of massive oil tankers, cruise ships, cargo vessels, transport ships, freighters and naval vessels of all kinds were being lined up and filled with civilians and their cargo. Massive amounts of mining equipment, building materials, food, water, fuel, and all other sorts of living supplies were packed up into this armada. At first volenteers were taken, with over 470,000 signing up voluntarily. After that... a lottery was done, and those randomly selected told they were leaving. Each colonist was promised housing, a vehicle, a job, safety and given a grant of 5,000 dollars. This venture would only be the begining. 650,000 now. 65,000,000 later.
Six Months Later
After months of sailing, traveling, moving towards the 'New World', the call was finally heard. 'Land Ho'. Off the coast of the Afrikan continent, the first of the transport craft were dropped into the ocean, carrying KroKore Soldiers, tanks, amphibious assault craft and other such military vehicles. Aerial survailance had not turned up any major civilization, but native, mainly tribal, nomadic settlements had been discovered. It was doubtful they would fight, or if they did, prove a real threat, but protection was never something Kroandons went without. 15,000 Soldiers, 700 armored vehicles, 200 aircraft amongst the fleet.
Within twelve hours, trees were being laid low. Ground was being bulldozed. Tents were being errected, a city was being built. Work was undertaken by all. Those whom did not volunteer, were forced to. This new world held many mysteries, and any whom would not contribute to the common good would suffer. A New World had been found, named Velsparia, after the Grand Marshall whom had sent so many away... only time would tell what would come of this venture.
[Shitty, but I have been under some serious time constraints, and wanted to get something up... so there it is.]
"Today Grand Marshall Velspar, amidst growing over-population problems, has declared a mandatory Exodus for 650,000 Kroandon Civilians, and 42,000 Citizens...", the report began, interrupting the latest episode of, 'Life in Otzker!', a sitcom based around life outside Kroando. It is depicted as chaotic, unjust, anarchaic and bizarre, effectively brainwashing the masses into believing that outside of Kroando, every single nation goes weeks without bathing, cannot spell, are routinely drunk, and are always aggressive. But this report was urgent. Scolar, the only port city in Kroando, effectively controlled by Grand Marshall Velspar, was grossly overpopulated, with over 780,000,000 people packed into a city the size of Ohio. Though the city extended hundreds of meters underground, and the same above ground, there were simply too many people lodged into too small a space, and with the most recent baby boom, space was getting very, very scarce.
Housing costs were sky rocketing, contagious diseases were easily spread in such confined spaces, there were two four member families living in two bedroom apartments... it was simply getting out of control. Grand Marshall Velspar had ordered that a rather small portion of the population to pack up and get on a fleet headed for, 'The New World'. A recently discovered set of continents, far, far to the east... over 6,000 miles away to be exact. Word had it that other world powers had already begun colonization, and with Kroando's population issue, and it's never ending need for raw resources... this was the only option.
So the fleet began assembling. Scores of massive oil tankers, cruise ships, cargo vessels, transport ships, freighters and naval vessels of all kinds were being lined up and filled with civilians and their cargo. Massive amounts of mining equipment, building materials, food, water, fuel, and all other sorts of living supplies were packed up into this armada. At first volenteers were taken, with over 470,000 signing up voluntarily. After that... a lottery was done, and those randomly selected told they were leaving. Each colonist was promised housing, a vehicle, a job, safety and given a grant of 5,000 dollars. This venture would only be the begining. 650,000 now. 65,000,000 later.
Six Months Later
After months of sailing, traveling, moving towards the 'New World', the call was finally heard. 'Land Ho'. Off the coast of the Afrikan continent, the first of the transport craft were dropped into the ocean, carrying KroKore Soldiers, tanks, amphibious assault craft and other such military vehicles. Aerial survailance had not turned up any major civilization, but native, mainly tribal, nomadic settlements had been discovered. It was doubtful they would fight, or if they did, prove a real threat, but protection was never something Kroandons went without. 15,000 Soldiers, 700 armored vehicles, 200 aircraft amongst the fleet.
Within twelve hours, trees were being laid low. Ground was being bulldozed. Tents were being errected, a city was being built. Work was undertaken by all. Those whom did not volunteer, were forced to. This new world held many mysteries, and any whom would not contribute to the common good would suffer. A New World had been found, named Velsparia, after the Grand Marshall whom had sent so many away... only time would tell what would come of this venture.
[Shitty, but I have been under some serious time constraints, and wanted to get something up... so there it is.]