The Beatus
03-11-2008, 02:01
It started not that long ago, when word leaked out, that Emperor Jonas Listless secretly sent Beatusian troops to support the communist in the Stoklomolvi civil war. There were riots, and demonstrations. The Emperor though it prudent to, attempt to resolve the issue, himself. While appearing at a pro-capitalist demonstration, he was shot. The shooter was never identified. Seconds after the shot rang out, and Emperor Listless fell to the ground, clearly dead as the .500 S&W Magnum round impacted his forehead. Immediately the crowd turned on itself, as those that were still somewhat loyal to the Emperor turned on the others. The entire event was broadcast live, and the situation rapidly deteriorated. The military was called in, to attempt to keep the peace, but it was no use. Fighting dragged on for weeks. As more and more died, groups began recruiting younger and younger, at first it was anyone 18 or older, than 17, then 16. As the dead began piling up, their bodies were burned in the streets.
Very little of what was going on, was clear to the outside world. The assassination of the Emperor was broadcast internationally live, but soon after that, international broadcasts stopped, as everyone was forced to join a side, or shot for being a coward. The Embassy district was sheltered from this, as it was located far from residential areas, and people really had no reason to venture into that part of the City of the Blessed. Fringe groups that had been preparing for such a war took rapid action that was planned far in advance striking at communication centers, military airfields, naval yards, important roads, bridges and highways. Many aircraft were destroyed sitting on the ground by this rapid militia attacks. In some places, these fringe groups met, and started small engagements against each other. Bombs were planted on dams, to create further chaos for other groups, flooding valleys and villages. Anything that gave on group, a perceived advantage over any of the others, was targeted, with few acceptations. The capital was largely abandoned, as it was deemed to target rich to defend, leaving it mostly intact. On the first day, when air traffic controllers failed to punch in for work, the computer system noticed, and an automated message was broadcast on a loop, on the regular frequencies, that would alert all incoming aircraft, that due to technical difficulties, they would need to divert around the Beatus. In less than a month, the Beatus’ population was more than halved. Any foreigners in the nation would have suddenly found themselves in a war zone, with no cell phones, no internet, no telephone, and nowhere to turn. Those that were smart would have found a safe basement to hideout in, until things settled down. Many of the larger hotels had bomb shelters with enough supplies to last months.
When the dust of the fighting settled, the Beatus was in ruins. Whole towns had been leveled, their populations killed. 99.9% of Men and women age 18-50 were dead. Basic utilities such as electricity, phone service, and running water were unavailable. There was no gas to be found, as the refineries, and oil derricks had shutdown at the onset of the war, and many had been destroyed along with the pipelines in the fighting. It had been a little over two months, and the nation had changed dramatically. Many children and teens 15 and under had been taken by elders to caves and such places to protect them from the ongoing violence. When they emerged, they found a world much different than they had left. Their MP3 players, cell phones, laptops, no longer worked without power, and cell service. The few men, who remained, set up a government in the town of Kenyon. One of their first decrees, was the implementation of forced labor for those under the age of 18, so that the nation may be rebuilt to its former glory. Such action caused great anger among the children. These men had destroyed their nation, and now wanted to force the next generation to rebuild it. They had the men greatly out numbered, and in an organized effort, overthrew the new government. At this point, the only really people in the Beatus, were 15 years old, or younger, with the exception of a few old people, though the events of late, and lack of medical care, did not favor them, and many of them were dying. This left the children, alone, without a government. Without anything familiar, they reverted to their ways before the war. They separated into cliques. Then a hierarchy began to develop. The popular kids, the Jocks, the Preppies, and the Surfer Dudes, assumed roles of leadership, because, well they were popular. Below them, were the class clowns, the funny guys, who provided entertainment for the Popular kids. Below them, were the bullies, who were the enforcers, making sure that what the popular kids said, happened. Then there were teachers pets, the suck-ups, who, with no adults to suck-up to, found the next best authority figures, the popular kids. They served as the whistle blowers, always willing to tattle on those who failed to follow the rules. Then came the nerds, geeks, and computer whizzes, who advised the popular kids on things relating to science and technology. Below them, were the rest of the kids, who would be the ones that would do a majority of the real work. As this hierarchy developed, the groups began to move closer, and become more organized, and within each level or class, new hierarchies were formed. Leaders began to emerge for each class, and a type of government was taking shape.
After about a week, a majority of the population had centered itself around the City of the Blessed, as it was one of the few places with little or no damage. The Geeks and Nerds found much of the infrastructure to be in working order, and had little difficulty operating it. Armories and gun shops were found. These places were “secured” by the bullies, to ensure that the weapons remained in the proper hands. Those children that had grown up on farms, had been sent out to work the ones around the area, and the others remained in the city, while the new government formulated what to do. With the international community in the dark, it was decided that the new government should make a statement of some kind. The geeks were ordered to set up some television equipment, and to prepare a live broadcast to the world. The popular kids then went to chose a leader, someone who would talk on camera. They selected Devin Fogarty, a 15 year old, who before the war, had been the star of his schools baseball team. One of the geeks stood next to the camera, counting down the time to the live broadcast. The feed went out live on Beatusian channels that had been blank since the war began. Devin looked at the teleprompter next to the camera, and began reading. “Hel-lo, lead-ers, of da, world,” his face was in deep concentration as he sounded each word out. “I da like to,” he paused for a minute, then deciding that reading was to difficult, decided to make up his address as he went. “Wut-up world. I’m Devin Fogarty, but you can call me Da Presadent. Thangs hur in da Beatus have ben really messed-up, now things is better. Da old folks messed things up bad. But they all dead now, and we is in charge. We gona do things different. We ain’t goin to make the same mistakes our parents did. We gona do things gooder, and make the Beatus a gooder place for person to be. Dats all I gots to say now.” He looked at one of the nearby geeks and they quickly cut the transmission.
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(Devin Fogarty)
[ooc: feel free to RP your nations response, what's been happening at your embassy over that past few months, or what's happening there now, or a citizen who found shelter in a hotel basement bomb shelter, emerging for it, or anything else really. However, I would really prefer no invasions right now, if that is at all possible.]
Very little of what was going on, was clear to the outside world. The assassination of the Emperor was broadcast internationally live, but soon after that, international broadcasts stopped, as everyone was forced to join a side, or shot for being a coward. The Embassy district was sheltered from this, as it was located far from residential areas, and people really had no reason to venture into that part of the City of the Blessed. Fringe groups that had been preparing for such a war took rapid action that was planned far in advance striking at communication centers, military airfields, naval yards, important roads, bridges and highways. Many aircraft were destroyed sitting on the ground by this rapid militia attacks. In some places, these fringe groups met, and started small engagements against each other. Bombs were planted on dams, to create further chaos for other groups, flooding valleys and villages. Anything that gave on group, a perceived advantage over any of the others, was targeted, with few acceptations. The capital was largely abandoned, as it was deemed to target rich to defend, leaving it mostly intact. On the first day, when air traffic controllers failed to punch in for work, the computer system noticed, and an automated message was broadcast on a loop, on the regular frequencies, that would alert all incoming aircraft, that due to technical difficulties, they would need to divert around the Beatus. In less than a month, the Beatus’ population was more than halved. Any foreigners in the nation would have suddenly found themselves in a war zone, with no cell phones, no internet, no telephone, and nowhere to turn. Those that were smart would have found a safe basement to hideout in, until things settled down. Many of the larger hotels had bomb shelters with enough supplies to last months.
When the dust of the fighting settled, the Beatus was in ruins. Whole towns had been leveled, their populations killed. 99.9% of Men and women age 18-50 were dead. Basic utilities such as electricity, phone service, and running water were unavailable. There was no gas to be found, as the refineries, and oil derricks had shutdown at the onset of the war, and many had been destroyed along with the pipelines in the fighting. It had been a little over two months, and the nation had changed dramatically. Many children and teens 15 and under had been taken by elders to caves and such places to protect them from the ongoing violence. When they emerged, they found a world much different than they had left. Their MP3 players, cell phones, laptops, no longer worked without power, and cell service. The few men, who remained, set up a government in the town of Kenyon. One of their first decrees, was the implementation of forced labor for those under the age of 18, so that the nation may be rebuilt to its former glory. Such action caused great anger among the children. These men had destroyed their nation, and now wanted to force the next generation to rebuild it. They had the men greatly out numbered, and in an organized effort, overthrew the new government. At this point, the only really people in the Beatus, were 15 years old, or younger, with the exception of a few old people, though the events of late, and lack of medical care, did not favor them, and many of them were dying. This left the children, alone, without a government. Without anything familiar, they reverted to their ways before the war. They separated into cliques. Then a hierarchy began to develop. The popular kids, the Jocks, the Preppies, and the Surfer Dudes, assumed roles of leadership, because, well they were popular. Below them, were the class clowns, the funny guys, who provided entertainment for the Popular kids. Below them, were the bullies, who were the enforcers, making sure that what the popular kids said, happened. Then there were teachers pets, the suck-ups, who, with no adults to suck-up to, found the next best authority figures, the popular kids. They served as the whistle blowers, always willing to tattle on those who failed to follow the rules. Then came the nerds, geeks, and computer whizzes, who advised the popular kids on things relating to science and technology. Below them, were the rest of the kids, who would be the ones that would do a majority of the real work. As this hierarchy developed, the groups began to move closer, and become more organized, and within each level or class, new hierarchies were formed. Leaders began to emerge for each class, and a type of government was taking shape.
After about a week, a majority of the population had centered itself around the City of the Blessed, as it was one of the few places with little or no damage. The Geeks and Nerds found much of the infrastructure to be in working order, and had little difficulty operating it. Armories and gun shops were found. These places were “secured” by the bullies, to ensure that the weapons remained in the proper hands. Those children that had grown up on farms, had been sent out to work the ones around the area, and the others remained in the city, while the new government formulated what to do. With the international community in the dark, it was decided that the new government should make a statement of some kind. The geeks were ordered to set up some television equipment, and to prepare a live broadcast to the world. The popular kids then went to chose a leader, someone who would talk on camera. They selected Devin Fogarty, a 15 year old, who before the war, had been the star of his schools baseball team. One of the geeks stood next to the camera, counting down the time to the live broadcast. The feed went out live on Beatusian channels that had been blank since the war began. Devin looked at the teleprompter next to the camera, and began reading. “Hel-lo, lead-ers, of da, world,” his face was in deep concentration as he sounded each word out. “I da like to,” he paused for a minute, then deciding that reading was to difficult, decided to make up his address as he went. “Wut-up world. I’m Devin Fogarty, but you can call me Da Presadent. Thangs hur in da Beatus have ben really messed-up, now things is better. Da old folks messed things up bad. But they all dead now, and we is in charge. We gona do things different. We ain’t goin to make the same mistakes our parents did. We gona do things gooder, and make the Beatus a gooder place for person to be. Dats all I gots to say now.” He looked at one of the nearby geeks and they quickly cut the transmission.
http://69.90.174.250/photos/display_pic_with_logo/18/18,1158465479,3.jpg
(Devin Fogarty)
[ooc: feel free to RP your nations response, what's been happening at your embassy over that past few months, or what's happening there now, or a citizen who found shelter in a hotel basement bomb shelter, emerging for it, or anything else really. However, I would really prefer no invasions right now, if that is at all possible.]