Imperial Big Brother
30-01-2008, 11:47
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In the crystalline waters of the Righteous Sea crashes cascading waves against the great sun, sea and sand – and is the private stomping ground of tourists from all over the NationStates universe. It is immortalized in ‘The Great Graal Song’ (known universally) with the line, “Oh the Fair Righteous
Coastline, Oh the Fair Hair of My Mistress…” but, below the beauty is a dark secret - of which the locals fear to speak. The dark, barren land of Kreshlin.
Geography
Kreshlin is (as the name suggests) a dark, barren land. It is a small island situated in the mostly uncharted backwaters of the Righteous Sea. From afar, all that can be seen is a great, black mountain that glows red at the summit and billows out a great sheet of black.
This land of which I speak is a land where the very foundations of what you stand on is smouldering ash and rock from the angry and active volcano in the centre of the island (it’s half the size of Everest, which makes it very large in proportion with the island), and it threatens to erupt and cover all in gas and fire at any moment. The locals call it the “Renash”, which translates literally as “Soul Destroyer”. The geography is nothing to write home about (unless you enjoy writing horror stories for your mother) – there is no beauty at all on this land.
The west of the island is known as “The Craggy Downs”, as all that resides there are sharp, unexpected twelve foot drops and sharp, craggy rocks which cut into you like razor blades – but they are fiercely guarded by the very air you breathe, which is a noxious fume from the volcano. Too many sunsets in there and you will not see the dawn (!). To the North is a swamp (with the highly original name: “The Swamp”), which is called by the elders as “Great Gulper”, as if you should not fear to tread carefully then the swamp would swallow you up. Once it has you in its grasp, there is no escape – just certain doom. All that lives there is a few blackened, mostly dead trees, and perhaps a few sick and weary scavengers which prey upon your misfortune. The stagnant waters of this hell hole eternally bubble as geysers and dead animals let out carbon monoxide, ammonia and scolding steam to add to the horrific mist and toxic gases already there. To the East, we finally start to see some sort of life – but it is a scrubland and a barbaric place. Aside from lots of dry, baked mud under the boiling heat of the sun, the desert people of the “Muego” are nomadic and savage people. When they aren’t drinking untreated sea or swamp water, they’re chewing on wildebeest, camels, orb-folk and each other. They really feast on these animals to survive – but they fear the orb-folk (unless they happen to be unattended).
To the south dwell the orb-folk – or as is commonly viewed throughout Kreshlin and the World – the human resources under the dominion of the Imperial Big Brother. The south of the island is just as barren as the East, but rather than sands reminiscent of the Gobi desert, the orb-folk have the pleasure of ash (which will, strangely, allow plants to grow if you nurture them right). Whole towns, cities and military installations are housed inside these mighty orbs – which looks like large, spherical glasses which massively dwarves the Eden Project. Each citizen must sign an insurance claim before they can travel from one orb to the other, just in case of any mishap involving volcanic eruptions, toxic fumes, primitive cannibalistic desert people and such like. These orbs are built to twenty feet underground and tower at over 30 feet up – and are approximately 3 feet thick (which makes it bloomin’ difficult to shoot through – tanks and surface-to-air missile launchers having a good 2-3 hour crack on the same point at minimum). The reason that this has been made possible is from the amazing amount of sandstone the people have stolen/discovered lying around and the molten furnace towering above them in the middle of their island. The orbs house all kinds of things, including cities, towns, villages, factories, industrial foundries, supermarkets, even military installations and missile silos (though they are in much smaller, less discernable orbs which can open up within 4 hours’ notice, allow missiles and aircraft in/out and then close back up again – but has to be open for a minimum of 30 minutes before starting another 4 hour closing cycle).
History
It is not a huge leap of the imagination to consider that this land was once uninhabited. In fact, until 150 years ago, there were no humans around at all. Then, an idiot named Nom Karona crashed a large ship into it and cried, “Hoorah! I’ve discovered another island in the Righteous region”. When he realised the barren land he’d stumbled across, he just drew an ‘X’ on the map where it was then quickly sailed off again in the opposite direction upon a lifeboat (incidentally, Kreshlin was quite out-of-the-way, so he perished. However, his map survived as he had had the foresight to put it in a bottle first). This bottle landed on a large beach somewhere in the North Pacific 55 years later (when, unfortunately, a great war was on (1913)), a small boy discovered it on a beach. He was a little frustrated at first as he couldn’t get the map out, but several bullets soon put pay to that and he saw a big ‘X’ on a map and thought just what anyone else would be dim enough to think : “TREASURE!” So, he joined the navy a few years later and after getting out of it just before WWII (he left in 1937 incidentally, aged 32), he bought his own ship with his life savings and even hired a few crew, and said, “Right Men, we’re goin’ on a treasure hunt”. Unfortunately, the navigator was none-too-good at reading maps, so it took until 1964 to get to the right place. Then they realised that there was no treasure at all – apart from some heavily over-priced real estate (trust me, even $0 (NationStates $ - or I’d be using £s!) is a little over-valued here!). This lad was summarily hung, and history (quite rightfully) forgot what he was called. These men, it turned out, had also smuggled a few women on board. The present hypothesis is that this crew were the main ancestors of the savages that live in he east today. What proud parents they must be.
However, in the context of the orb-folk, these were settlers which turned up in 1984. A man named King Xavier (don’t blame him, blame his parents for that name and his psychotic mental nature…!) came across the island and said, “In commemoration of the book 1984 not really coming to life, I’ll create a country where it does”. At first, it was only him and a couple of pet mice which were really into it – but he did have good fun lording it over them. Then, he got hold of a Klashnikov and forced a few people to live there. Then, some drunken hippies thought that a psychotic dictatorship with an over-watchful government would be quite a neat idea. Then, a load of fascist and communist refugees fleeing from worldwide centralism started arriving. By 1992, there were 500,000 of these people. King then managed to get hold of a consignment of convicts, so by 1995, there were 1,000,000 citizens under his dominion. However, lots were dying from the toxic fumes, lack of food and poor sanitation, so he used his life savings (which were mostly based on the inheritance of his billionaire father) and built the first great orb and called it “The Capital”, and then went on to proclaim that “The outside is a dirty place, filled with death. In the orb, there will only ever be birth and life”. He was no liar! All 1,000,000 people tried to get in, but they couldn’t, so he built an orb-building industry, not only to build more orbs but to make him good money. If anyone looked like dying or displeased the state, then they disappeared – a cunning system!
However, King Xavier died from an odd mix one day of the common cold and a hangover – and was succeeded by The Party – which seems to be having a good time. Since that time they have taken Orwell’s ‘1984’ as doctrine, and used it to manipulate the people and ensure eternal governmental stability. More recently, the Party has encouraged industry and trade as it acknowledges that it’s really quite small and needs to beef up its military – hence the corking Imperial arms industry.
Imperial Big Brother attained acknowledgement as a Nation State in September 2007, and gained UN membership in November/December 2007. It is now openly acknowledged as a member of The Righteous Realm, and it is hoped that introducing Imperial Big Brother to the international community will change the Party’s mind about things, and reduce pyromania in the state (i.e. blowing things up and staring eagerly at the flames crying, “yes, Yes, YES!!!”)
Military
(as defined by http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/?nation=Imperial+Big+Brother) The Party’s primary concern is in defence, and takes up 38% of its budget – and as the Party charges 45% taxes (much higher for the wealthy), this equates to just over $261 billion – and Law and order is definitely kept with a 27% of the budget and $185 billion. Also, the Party uses cloning to create genetically enhanced super-soldiers, and is constantly arming itself for war. Eventually, Imperial Big Brother will have to start an eternal state of warfare, changing sides and re-writing history in order to maintain itself. With such a huge budget (and an $171 billion of tax payer’s money not being allocated anywhere in particular) and it’s storming international arms trade, there’s nothing other than the Party’s own laws which could cause the economy to become less than ‘Strong’ – if anything, it’s more likely to grow and continue to fuel Imperial Big Brother as a military powerhouse – and with it’s strong regional standing, it isn’t going anywhere yet. With it’s compulsory military service, when it’s 250,000 strong main army aren’t available, the Party can count on the majority of it’s 255,000,000 population to come and help out in a crisis. (Note: This area is subject to change on the basis of the web-address quoted)
Government & Political Structure
In terms of worldwide view, The Dominion of Imperial Big Brother is seen as an Iron-Fist Consumerist/Corporate Police State (depending on what they’re feeling like at the time) with Civil Rights being rare/outlawed and political freedoms being outlawed. Imperial Big Brother is also a UN member and holds good regional acclaim. However, the cynical population has to be kept under control. The Party’s chief intension is not to wield power (unless necessary), but to draw attention away from it (and itself). If there is a triumph, then it is the excellence of the Party that has done it. Any mess ups, and it’s those barbarian desert people or those people they’re at war with who is at fault. Every citizen in the orb is watched closely, 24/7 365 days a year for any dissidence to the Party, or indeed any dissidence at all. Crime is no longer just the act of doing, it is the mere act of thought, and the great Kreshlinian dictionary is being shortened on a daily basis to combat thought-crime. The main focuses are defence, law and order, but Public Transport gets $103 billion a year, but the mostly ineffectual bureaucracy (which they use to keep the middle classes happy) is given $123 billion a year to keep quiet, move bits of paper around and look busy – and endure being watched far more thoroughly than your common proles. (Note: These are also subject to change according to the quoted website)
Any rebels are not killed as ‘martyrs’ – they are converted. They are shot, but only once they truly love Big Brother.
People and Population
The people are primarily oppressed by the government and denied the civil rights and political freedoms they might have elsewhere. However, as they are very cynical about anything new, and also fear anything outside their own orb, they aren’t going anywhere soon. They are all continuously aware of Big Brother’s gaze, and a few may wonder if there is a better life – but as that constitutes a crime, they try not to think about such things. The population is held by the government via a mass controlled insanity – using the principle of double-think and also with propaganda.
Communications
The people under the orbs have no contact with the outside world – no internet, no telephone, no email, nothing. The only media they are allowed is the ‘Imperial Wire’ (the Party’s answer to the Internet and email, which is run and watched by the government and contains mostly government information), and the telecommunications systems available to the proles can only be used within the orbs to call other people under the orbs. The only external communications are held by the Party itself for international matters. To contact Imperial Big Brother, just head to http://www.nationstates.net/imperial_big_brother and send them a telegram!
In the crystalline waters of the Righteous Sea crashes cascading waves against the great sun, sea and sand – and is the private stomping ground of tourists from all over the NationStates universe. It is immortalized in ‘The Great Graal Song’ (known universally) with the line, “Oh the Fair Righteous
Coastline, Oh the Fair Hair of My Mistress…” but, below the beauty is a dark secret - of which the locals fear to speak. The dark, barren land of Kreshlin.
Geography
Kreshlin is (as the name suggests) a dark, barren land. It is a small island situated in the mostly uncharted backwaters of the Righteous Sea. From afar, all that can be seen is a great, black mountain that glows red at the summit and billows out a great sheet of black.
This land of which I speak is a land where the very foundations of what you stand on is smouldering ash and rock from the angry and active volcano in the centre of the island (it’s half the size of Everest, which makes it very large in proportion with the island), and it threatens to erupt and cover all in gas and fire at any moment. The locals call it the “Renash”, which translates literally as “Soul Destroyer”. The geography is nothing to write home about (unless you enjoy writing horror stories for your mother) – there is no beauty at all on this land.
The west of the island is known as “The Craggy Downs”, as all that resides there are sharp, unexpected twelve foot drops and sharp, craggy rocks which cut into you like razor blades – but they are fiercely guarded by the very air you breathe, which is a noxious fume from the volcano. Too many sunsets in there and you will not see the dawn (!). To the North is a swamp (with the highly original name: “The Swamp”), which is called by the elders as “Great Gulper”, as if you should not fear to tread carefully then the swamp would swallow you up. Once it has you in its grasp, there is no escape – just certain doom. All that lives there is a few blackened, mostly dead trees, and perhaps a few sick and weary scavengers which prey upon your misfortune. The stagnant waters of this hell hole eternally bubble as geysers and dead animals let out carbon monoxide, ammonia and scolding steam to add to the horrific mist and toxic gases already there. To the East, we finally start to see some sort of life – but it is a scrubland and a barbaric place. Aside from lots of dry, baked mud under the boiling heat of the sun, the desert people of the “Muego” are nomadic and savage people. When they aren’t drinking untreated sea or swamp water, they’re chewing on wildebeest, camels, orb-folk and each other. They really feast on these animals to survive – but they fear the orb-folk (unless they happen to be unattended).
To the south dwell the orb-folk – or as is commonly viewed throughout Kreshlin and the World – the human resources under the dominion of the Imperial Big Brother. The south of the island is just as barren as the East, but rather than sands reminiscent of the Gobi desert, the orb-folk have the pleasure of ash (which will, strangely, allow plants to grow if you nurture them right). Whole towns, cities and military installations are housed inside these mighty orbs – which looks like large, spherical glasses which massively dwarves the Eden Project. Each citizen must sign an insurance claim before they can travel from one orb to the other, just in case of any mishap involving volcanic eruptions, toxic fumes, primitive cannibalistic desert people and such like. These orbs are built to twenty feet underground and tower at over 30 feet up – and are approximately 3 feet thick (which makes it bloomin’ difficult to shoot through – tanks and surface-to-air missile launchers having a good 2-3 hour crack on the same point at minimum). The reason that this has been made possible is from the amazing amount of sandstone the people have stolen/discovered lying around and the molten furnace towering above them in the middle of their island. The orbs house all kinds of things, including cities, towns, villages, factories, industrial foundries, supermarkets, even military installations and missile silos (though they are in much smaller, less discernable orbs which can open up within 4 hours’ notice, allow missiles and aircraft in/out and then close back up again – but has to be open for a minimum of 30 minutes before starting another 4 hour closing cycle).
History
It is not a huge leap of the imagination to consider that this land was once uninhabited. In fact, until 150 years ago, there were no humans around at all. Then, an idiot named Nom Karona crashed a large ship into it and cried, “Hoorah! I’ve discovered another island in the Righteous region”. When he realised the barren land he’d stumbled across, he just drew an ‘X’ on the map where it was then quickly sailed off again in the opposite direction upon a lifeboat (incidentally, Kreshlin was quite out-of-the-way, so he perished. However, his map survived as he had had the foresight to put it in a bottle first). This bottle landed on a large beach somewhere in the North Pacific 55 years later (when, unfortunately, a great war was on (1913)), a small boy discovered it on a beach. He was a little frustrated at first as he couldn’t get the map out, but several bullets soon put pay to that and he saw a big ‘X’ on a map and thought just what anyone else would be dim enough to think : “TREASURE!” So, he joined the navy a few years later and after getting out of it just before WWII (he left in 1937 incidentally, aged 32), he bought his own ship with his life savings and even hired a few crew, and said, “Right Men, we’re goin’ on a treasure hunt”. Unfortunately, the navigator was none-too-good at reading maps, so it took until 1964 to get to the right place. Then they realised that there was no treasure at all – apart from some heavily over-priced real estate (trust me, even $0 (NationStates $ - or I’d be using £s!) is a little over-valued here!). This lad was summarily hung, and history (quite rightfully) forgot what he was called. These men, it turned out, had also smuggled a few women on board. The present hypothesis is that this crew were the main ancestors of the savages that live in he east today. What proud parents they must be.
However, in the context of the orb-folk, these were settlers which turned up in 1984. A man named King Xavier (don’t blame him, blame his parents for that name and his psychotic mental nature…!) came across the island and said, “In commemoration of the book 1984 not really coming to life, I’ll create a country where it does”. At first, it was only him and a couple of pet mice which were really into it – but he did have good fun lording it over them. Then, he got hold of a Klashnikov and forced a few people to live there. Then, some drunken hippies thought that a psychotic dictatorship with an over-watchful government would be quite a neat idea. Then, a load of fascist and communist refugees fleeing from worldwide centralism started arriving. By 1992, there were 500,000 of these people. King then managed to get hold of a consignment of convicts, so by 1995, there were 1,000,000 citizens under his dominion. However, lots were dying from the toxic fumes, lack of food and poor sanitation, so he used his life savings (which were mostly based on the inheritance of his billionaire father) and built the first great orb and called it “The Capital”, and then went on to proclaim that “The outside is a dirty place, filled with death. In the orb, there will only ever be birth and life”. He was no liar! All 1,000,000 people tried to get in, but they couldn’t, so he built an orb-building industry, not only to build more orbs but to make him good money. If anyone looked like dying or displeased the state, then they disappeared – a cunning system!
However, King Xavier died from an odd mix one day of the common cold and a hangover – and was succeeded by The Party – which seems to be having a good time. Since that time they have taken Orwell’s ‘1984’ as doctrine, and used it to manipulate the people and ensure eternal governmental stability. More recently, the Party has encouraged industry and trade as it acknowledges that it’s really quite small and needs to beef up its military – hence the corking Imperial arms industry.
Imperial Big Brother attained acknowledgement as a Nation State in September 2007, and gained UN membership in November/December 2007. It is now openly acknowledged as a member of The Righteous Realm, and it is hoped that introducing Imperial Big Brother to the international community will change the Party’s mind about things, and reduce pyromania in the state (i.e. blowing things up and staring eagerly at the flames crying, “yes, Yes, YES!!!”)
Military
(as defined by http://nseconomy.thirdgeek.com/?nation=Imperial+Big+Brother) The Party’s primary concern is in defence, and takes up 38% of its budget – and as the Party charges 45% taxes (much higher for the wealthy), this equates to just over $261 billion – and Law and order is definitely kept with a 27% of the budget and $185 billion. Also, the Party uses cloning to create genetically enhanced super-soldiers, and is constantly arming itself for war. Eventually, Imperial Big Brother will have to start an eternal state of warfare, changing sides and re-writing history in order to maintain itself. With such a huge budget (and an $171 billion of tax payer’s money not being allocated anywhere in particular) and it’s storming international arms trade, there’s nothing other than the Party’s own laws which could cause the economy to become less than ‘Strong’ – if anything, it’s more likely to grow and continue to fuel Imperial Big Brother as a military powerhouse – and with it’s strong regional standing, it isn’t going anywhere yet. With it’s compulsory military service, when it’s 250,000 strong main army aren’t available, the Party can count on the majority of it’s 255,000,000 population to come and help out in a crisis. (Note: This area is subject to change on the basis of the web-address quoted)
Government & Political Structure
In terms of worldwide view, The Dominion of Imperial Big Brother is seen as an Iron-Fist Consumerist/Corporate Police State (depending on what they’re feeling like at the time) with Civil Rights being rare/outlawed and political freedoms being outlawed. Imperial Big Brother is also a UN member and holds good regional acclaim. However, the cynical population has to be kept under control. The Party’s chief intension is not to wield power (unless necessary), but to draw attention away from it (and itself). If there is a triumph, then it is the excellence of the Party that has done it. Any mess ups, and it’s those barbarian desert people or those people they’re at war with who is at fault. Every citizen in the orb is watched closely, 24/7 365 days a year for any dissidence to the Party, or indeed any dissidence at all. Crime is no longer just the act of doing, it is the mere act of thought, and the great Kreshlinian dictionary is being shortened on a daily basis to combat thought-crime. The main focuses are defence, law and order, but Public Transport gets $103 billion a year, but the mostly ineffectual bureaucracy (which they use to keep the middle classes happy) is given $123 billion a year to keep quiet, move bits of paper around and look busy – and endure being watched far more thoroughly than your common proles. (Note: These are also subject to change according to the quoted website)
Any rebels are not killed as ‘martyrs’ – they are converted. They are shot, but only once they truly love Big Brother.
People and Population
The people are primarily oppressed by the government and denied the civil rights and political freedoms they might have elsewhere. However, as they are very cynical about anything new, and also fear anything outside their own orb, they aren’t going anywhere soon. They are all continuously aware of Big Brother’s gaze, and a few may wonder if there is a better life – but as that constitutes a crime, they try not to think about such things. The population is held by the government via a mass controlled insanity – using the principle of double-think and also with propaganda.
Communications
The people under the orbs have no contact with the outside world – no internet, no telephone, no email, nothing. The only media they are allowed is the ‘Imperial Wire’ (the Party’s answer to the Internet and email, which is run and watched by the government and contains mostly government information), and the telecommunications systems available to the proles can only be used within the orbs to call other people under the orbs. The only external communications are held by the Party itself for international matters. To contact Imperial Big Brother, just head to http://www.nationstates.net/imperial_big_brother and send them a telegram!