Moorington
30-04-2008, 02:30
This is closed, however this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=555188) is open.
Austria-Moorington was not quite the country that was represented by Drekcsler and it was not quite the country represented by President Ludendorf or Chancellor Bismarck- it was all three at once. To describe Austria-Moorington at this moment, would be to look at all three of them and combine them. To understand that while most Austrian-Moorish people were in favor of free unrestricted trade at all costs, like Bismarck, they also were distinctly against foreign companies within their own borders- like Drekcsler. They also supported Drekcsler in some of his most famous acts as national demagogue, yet at the same time nodded their heads when Bismarck made a quiet joke about his intensity. They loved Ludendorf, for being smart enough to be stupid and saw him as the fatherly figure, even though most would soon drop off their kids with Bismarck or Drekcsler then him. They would never leave their teenage daughters home alone with Bismarck, for fear of a little too much intimacy, but have undoubtedly entrusted him with their countries future- indeed, their daughter’s lives. If they were to pick between them, they would quickly walk away in indecision, yet each and everyone one of them had made the decision to give him each their own individual power- by and far the largest decision, decisively taken, of their lives. The nuances that made up the governing triumvirate of Austria were almost as intricate as the country they were leading and that is why no move domestically could be done with little foresight.
Austria-Moorington's leaders were also engaged in their own power struggle, of sorts; they all knew that each of them was to vital to the country to have one of them killed off, and they knew that if worse came to worse, everyone lost. For all three of them, in some way, had a sort of momentum that had only built up speed as they aged, as the climbed their way up the political ladder and that same energy now seemed to imbue the country from urbanized Vienna to the great plain of Hungary. Not one of them wanted to stop and ponder -if they had the ability to- just how badly it would hurt their country if that momentum died along with one of their minds. Yet this power struggle was very earnest, with very distinct lines which divided (politically, at any rate) the three far beyond what anyone but their closest friends and allies knew of. The three distinct factions were all focused around, expectedly, each individual leader- with all three devote nationalists, but willing to express that nationalism in distinct ways.
The most appealing and personable of the three was obviously the President Ludendorf- boyish and yet refined, he was exactly what everyone wanted on their televisions at night. A re-assuring presence telling them that their leaders were right, Austria-Moorington was just, that their lives had never been better and most importantly: that they need not to fear or worry. Yet Ludendorf, to be fair, was only a messenger- a good one, but a messenger nonetheless. His speeches were great but he had a legion of speechwriters, and while he was usually in discussion with his speechwriters-, he could not be credited with stirring the hearts of the people single handedly. He was also not a personal leader, or a 'strong' one. He was the sort of figure, like a pampering uncle or grandfather, that always acted like 'dad' but one you really knew was more interested in seeing you spoiled and happy then growing up straight and tall. Austria-Moorington knew that, still liked him, but was still all together unsure if could be counted upon to have the full responsibility of their collective futures resting on his shoulders.
The second racer in this race of political dominancy was Maxen von Bismarck- by and far the most human of the three, he is not a political manipulator like Drekcsler or a political machine as in Ludendorf. Intelligent and very compelling on a personal level, Maxen von Bismarck is Austria-Moorington’s little voice, their little bit of moderation and realism in the often out of touch political world. He is their conscience, the sort of guy that everyone has talking in the back of their head- who does not look at matters like they were some sort of ideological debate or test, but what they actually are. His humanism is appealing, and yet his drawback- because he is not a political genius, he is not a genius in any sense (except, maybe, by the ‘actual’ definition) because he exists by being ‘merely’ human. Most people do understand that, that this sort of man is not their metaphorical uncle that never existed, or some sort of political master who has long ago sacrificed his soul. He is them, just another guy, and the idea that just another guy, even one who is far smarter and abler than them, can rule well is a question worth asking.
Anthony Drekcsler is by far and large most enigmatic man of the three. He is a mysterious shadow that few know the exact importance of, but know at the same time that he is very important- a, or maybe the only, political animal of unimaginable proportions. The people are appalled and yet at the same time drawn to his rants against everything out of the state, he calls to their inner animal, their inner frustrations and gives voice to them. He is the bad cop to the President’s good cop attitude- where he assures them there is nothing to be afraid of, Drekcsler urges the nation to fly into the night blasting away with as many weapons as they can find. His rants touch the soul, and regardless of if the mind finds them agreeable, few can question his ability to make speeches and capitalize on them. Yet people see him, and shiver, for at some times, it seems the curtain that separates him from the world falls, exposing just a glimpse -as he gives the crescendo of his speech- and they all see the insanity in his eyes. Yet as they are drawn back into the mural that he depicts, the people wonder if they can truly let this man rule much more than he does already. He has a purpose, and even though he isn’t a tool too anyone, can he be more without the loss of something: the nation’s soul?
Austria-Moorington was not quite the country that was represented by Drekcsler and it was not quite the country represented by President Ludendorf or Chancellor Bismarck- it was all three at once. To describe Austria-Moorington at this moment, would be to look at all three of them and combine them. To understand that while most Austrian-Moorish people were in favor of free unrestricted trade at all costs, like Bismarck, they also were distinctly against foreign companies within their own borders- like Drekcsler. They also supported Drekcsler in some of his most famous acts as national demagogue, yet at the same time nodded their heads when Bismarck made a quiet joke about his intensity. They loved Ludendorf, for being smart enough to be stupid and saw him as the fatherly figure, even though most would soon drop off their kids with Bismarck or Drekcsler then him. They would never leave their teenage daughters home alone with Bismarck, for fear of a little too much intimacy, but have undoubtedly entrusted him with their countries future- indeed, their daughter’s lives. If they were to pick between them, they would quickly walk away in indecision, yet each and everyone one of them had made the decision to give him each their own individual power- by and far the largest decision, decisively taken, of their lives. The nuances that made up the governing triumvirate of Austria were almost as intricate as the country they were leading and that is why no move domestically could be done with little foresight.
Austria-Moorington's leaders were also engaged in their own power struggle, of sorts; they all knew that each of them was to vital to the country to have one of them killed off, and they knew that if worse came to worse, everyone lost. For all three of them, in some way, had a sort of momentum that had only built up speed as they aged, as the climbed their way up the political ladder and that same energy now seemed to imbue the country from urbanized Vienna to the great plain of Hungary. Not one of them wanted to stop and ponder -if they had the ability to- just how badly it would hurt their country if that momentum died along with one of their minds. Yet this power struggle was very earnest, with very distinct lines which divided (politically, at any rate) the three far beyond what anyone but their closest friends and allies knew of. The three distinct factions were all focused around, expectedly, each individual leader- with all three devote nationalists, but willing to express that nationalism in distinct ways.
The most appealing and personable of the three was obviously the President Ludendorf- boyish and yet refined, he was exactly what everyone wanted on their televisions at night. A re-assuring presence telling them that their leaders were right, Austria-Moorington was just, that their lives had never been better and most importantly: that they need not to fear or worry. Yet Ludendorf, to be fair, was only a messenger- a good one, but a messenger nonetheless. His speeches were great but he had a legion of speechwriters, and while he was usually in discussion with his speechwriters-, he could not be credited with stirring the hearts of the people single handedly. He was also not a personal leader, or a 'strong' one. He was the sort of figure, like a pampering uncle or grandfather, that always acted like 'dad' but one you really knew was more interested in seeing you spoiled and happy then growing up straight and tall. Austria-Moorington knew that, still liked him, but was still all together unsure if could be counted upon to have the full responsibility of their collective futures resting on his shoulders.
The second racer in this race of political dominancy was Maxen von Bismarck- by and far the most human of the three, he is not a political manipulator like Drekcsler or a political machine as in Ludendorf. Intelligent and very compelling on a personal level, Maxen von Bismarck is Austria-Moorington’s little voice, their little bit of moderation and realism in the often out of touch political world. He is their conscience, the sort of guy that everyone has talking in the back of their head- who does not look at matters like they were some sort of ideological debate or test, but what they actually are. His humanism is appealing, and yet his drawback- because he is not a political genius, he is not a genius in any sense (except, maybe, by the ‘actual’ definition) because he exists by being ‘merely’ human. Most people do understand that, that this sort of man is not their metaphorical uncle that never existed, or some sort of political master who has long ago sacrificed his soul. He is them, just another guy, and the idea that just another guy, even one who is far smarter and abler than them, can rule well is a question worth asking.
Anthony Drekcsler is by far and large most enigmatic man of the three. He is a mysterious shadow that few know the exact importance of, but know at the same time that he is very important- a, or maybe the only, political animal of unimaginable proportions. The people are appalled and yet at the same time drawn to his rants against everything out of the state, he calls to their inner animal, their inner frustrations and gives voice to them. He is the bad cop to the President’s good cop attitude- where he assures them there is nothing to be afraid of, Drekcsler urges the nation to fly into the night blasting away with as many weapons as they can find. His rants touch the soul, and regardless of if the mind finds them agreeable, few can question his ability to make speeches and capitalize on them. Yet people see him, and shiver, for at some times, it seems the curtain that separates him from the world falls, exposing just a glimpse -as he gives the crescendo of his speech- and they all see the insanity in his eyes. Yet as they are drawn back into the mural that he depicts, the people wonder if they can truly let this man rule much more than he does already. He has a purpose, and even though he isn’t a tool too anyone, can he be more without the loss of something: the nation’s soul?