NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: The following post is an introduction to the Armed Republic of Yomaka, a totalitarian state that was modeled primarily on North Korea but with influences from Maoist China, various African states, and other nations in which democracy and so on is pretty much non existent. Yomaka was originally a colony of one of the various European powers until it gained independence in the 60s, at which point it descended into chaos. It was in 1978 that Thomas Anderson seized control of the nation and, since then, he was ruled with a style modeled on Kim Jong Il in North Korea. If you wish to support him, be my guest. Be my guest if you want to condemn him. I will be ignoring all invasions because I desire to keep the status quo going for a long while - perhaps you will see this in how I am describing Amy - but sanctions would not be a problem for me to accept.

It has always been said that Thomas Anderson was nothing more than the British man who capitalized on the post-independence turmoil of Yomaka to claim power for himself and his band of supporters and that he was nothing more than the typical totalitarian bastard who enriched himself on the suffering of those under him. Thomas Anderson, who looked awfully similar to a prominent televangelist was a Stalinist who loathed Communism, a Fascist who felt that Fascism wasn't appealing, a dictator who felt he was protecting the liberties of the masses. For those people who were lucky enough to be spared from the wrath of his policemen, there was peace and bread to be found. All over Yomakan cities, you saw his face. You knew that he was watching you. You knew that one criticism could lead to a lovely time in prison, where all the undesirables - Communists, pedophiles and more - were routinely harassed like the scum that they were, according to officers in the Ministry of Public Safety which regulated the prison system.

Thomas Anderson was the sort of man who you would never have expected to be so authoritarian. He was a man who looked like he would be preaching the Gospel rather than preaching the need for ruthless persecution of the Communists who he publically claimed were barbarians. It was his opinion that Communists all over the world wanted power for themselves. He even used the recent bombings in Zaheran and other places as justification for his hatred of Communism, saying that anyone attempting to re-enact such events in Yomaka would be utterly crushed. The man who had brought Whites, Africans and Yomakans (OOC: The Yomakans look like East Indians, the Whites are the descendants of colonists, and the Africans are the descendants of travelers, laborers and so on. Thomas Anderson's regime routinely caters to them in the spirit of national unity, although racial prejudices can be found within sectors of Yomakan society and government.) together in solidarity after the Empire had left them united the people again, in a hatred for Communism, Anarchism, and all other philosophies which deviated from the love and appreciation for Thomas Anderson expected of all Yomakans.

As the citizens tuned in for the local broadcast, in which newscasters gave the government's view of events around the world to the masses, Thomas Anderson enjoyed a brisk walk with his wife, Marie, whose parents had been influential colonial aristocrats, those Europeans who had power and authority over the native Yomakans, who had lost their nation following the reign of a king that every single Yomakan viewed as a traitor to their race. He was not a Yomakan any more to them. He was a sell out. Thomas Anderson loved his wife and his politically apathetic - his only child - daughter, Amy, who had been best known as the typical teenage girl. She loved metal, she often didn't care for her father's rhetoric, she spent her days dabbling in the art of having fun. What her father did was of no concern. She chose to be ignorant of his work, because ignorance is bliss. The Yomakan people were listening to the newscasters, first of all, proclaim that the Communists had been rounded up in Zaheran. After the usual Communism-is-evil rant, they declared Yomaka's intentions to open up to the outside world. This was something interesting to the masses, it was something different from the usual. Would this totalitarian paradise be able to secure relations with foreign powers?

Thomas Anderson convened a meeting with his ministers during the late evening, while Marie and Amy decided it would be best to head over to the local high class salon for some feminine fun. As their toenails were being painted, Amy began asking questions about her father to her mother, who had usually been supportive of her husband's work. Well, you see, Marie Anderson was usually only supportive for the sake of showing that the Great Leader's family was a happy bunch, that the pain other families endured had not yet infected them. "We must simply deal with things as they come," Marie explained, "and hopefully Yomaka will be able to avoid war with foreign powers." Amy shrugged. "They'll eventually discover how Father really works and then they'll be pissed."

While the two foremost ladies of Yomakan politics were discussing things, Thomas Anderson was looking over the latest reporters from the chief of his secret police, Leko Shrivastava, who was a native Yomakan. He was a ruthless man who desired nothing more than the extermination of those who threatened Yomaka. He lived through the attacks by the terror cells loyal to Communism, the days when people were macheted in the streets, the days when Yomaka descended into Hell, only to be arise out of it by the hand of Thomas Anderson, who he believed was the only one keeping Yomaka safe and secure. For him, Thomas Anderson was Yomaka's salvation, its only chance to avoid a return to the past. "As you can see, we have executed seven hundred Communists. We have dealt the hideous body of Marx a cruel blow but I am sure it is nothing compared to what Communists have done around the world. We are only giving them a long awaited payback."

Thomas Anderson chuckled at the words of Shrivastava, a man who Anderson knew he could trust, and he nodded his head in enthusiastic affirmation. "The Communists deserve to be eradicated. That is all that I want to say on this matter and I expect more than seven hundred of them to be dealt with in the next couple of days. What I want is a Communist free nation, a nation free of undesirables, a nation that my daughter can live in, without fearing attacks by the wolves who lurk in the woods. Shrivastava, make sure that you deal with them all. The Communists, the pedophiles, et cetera....deal with them."

Shrivastava nodded before he withdrew from the Great Leader's office to commence the latest campaign of national purification - what Andersonists had called their campaign of extermination - with ruthless precision. Anderson simply looked out the window and smiled. "Soon, Amy, you will inherit this nation. Soon, your brothers and sisters in childhood will look back at me, and tell me how great I was, how the extermination of Yomaka's enemies had to be done for their sakes. Amy, you will be surely blessed."

The first wave of anti-Communist pogroms came late into the night. Armed to the teeth with weapons and masked in the cover of protective uniforms, the Secret Police stormed numerous houses said to be containing Communists and rounded them up for imprisonment, shoving them into black vans. Their children would be re-educated while they were beaten, raped, tortured and killed in prisons. It was for the common good of society, Shrivastava once said in a speech to the masses, that Communism and all other similar philosophies become extinct in Yomaka. It was for the children. As Shrivastava slept in his mansion, as Amy spent time with friends - the children of her father's ministers - and as Marie and Thomas spent a romantic night together, the rounded up Communists were being processed along with all the other undesirables. They were no longer human beings. They were slaves of the State that they had tormented, the warden screamed, for the last time.

Mehmet looked over the reports coming in from Yomaka. When ever he read news from another totalitarian state he always critizised and compared them to his system.

"Ha! The idiots have no idea how to run a state while still maintaining popularity abroad!"

Humar looked up and then looked back down at the news paper he was reading on the otherside of Mehmets desk. Humar has heard this speech so many times before

"You dont just round up people in such an open fasion! The outside look down on large numbers of political prinsoners and execution. All you have to do is plant drugs, frame them for ordinary crimes, send them to asylums, or just assasinate them. Thats why we are able to keep the number of Political prisoners in Bulgislavia so low our most outspoken dissident was send to an asylum for 5 years and died in there care.... and the outside never noticed at all...... What other tactics do thier police use that our ones dont?" Mehmet shuffled through some papers

"Hmmm probably not as efective as ours. What other state can boast at least 1 in 5 citizens informing for our Cigouriva. Humar get rid of these documents and well i guess we dont have any contact with them anyway so its not like we can sever anything with them...... President Anderson seems like an interesting man but too openly brutal and it will be the downfall. However I have perfected a style of ruling a country. Only give me updates on this country if they ever start implementing MY methods. Oh and instruct the media to do a story on the Brutality on our Comrades in this dog state!"

Humar stood up and took the files out of the room

*Secure Private Communique*

To the governmental offices of Yomaka;
Directed to the sub-ordinates of Thomas Anderson;

Dear sir, or madam as the case may be in the receiving of this letter, allow me to introduce myself; I am Von Tony Dewairt.

As the head of a small yet enterprising corporation interested in pursuing all possibilities as directed by the alternative science dictated by our alternative science program, we believe that your nation has tremendous potential for the advancement of technology and understanding of the world as we know it.

I am sure that a forward thinking leader such as yourself would appreciate the risks associated with trying to create a better world for the future; what is a small amount of pain provided it can relieve the pain that the masses feel?

As such, I am inquiring as to if our organisation can either liason with yours in more effective ways to harness your human resources and enironmental resources to create a better standard or living for your citizens or, if possible, for us to set up a facility withen your nation.

Hoping to here from such a forward thinking and assertive leader himself directly,

Director Von Tony Dewairt.

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The Director hit the send button on his email system, once again turning to idly assess the documents on the nation of Yomaka. It had tremendous potential, he himself was only interested in the profit, but his... associate, was more interested in the possible research applications this new nation could afford to him. Not that this idea was without opposition withen his company, the other shareholders were against the idea... but of course, a majority vote sealed their security. And more importantly, how more secure can you be when your buissness partners inhabit the same mind as yourself?

Multiple Personality Disorder he mused to himself, was an interesting thing, for the original host it was a possible curse, but Von Tony himself was a result of M.P.D, his, well their, original host was long since a shadow of his former self; allowing a most interestignly eccentric colelction of characters to supersede him...

The object of any school is to instruct its students on being responsible members of society and to enrich their minds with knowledge and skills. This had been the position of many nations, including Yomaka, but the Yomakans had made schools just another place where people were encouraged to love their Great Leader who had, in the span of his time in power, given them so many blessings, so it was to be believed. Amy had been enrolled in a school for children of the elites, but even there, her father's image was still around in the form of the portraits which hung on the walls, the posters declaring that all Yomakan students loved her father and his supposedly heroic deeds, such as the smashing of the Communists. As she walked through the series of halls and corridors leading to her next class, she noticed one of the posters on the walls. It showed the Great Leader - her father - leading a host of men, women and children in rags crushing a dragon of red, the hammer and sickle upon its forehead. The caption was to be expected. "Our Great Leader, in solidarity with the suffering, leads the righteous destruction of Communism!"

Amy smirked before she continued her walk, past the talkative and busy students, past the posters proclaiming support for the extermination of Yomaka's enemies through subtle means, past the gaze of her father in one of his portraits. While she was learning the glories of Yomakan literature, the Yomakan Broadcasting Corporation recieved new orders from the Government. It was to do a whole hour of programming on the treatment of the common man in Bulgislavia, in response to the lies uttered on the program which aired in Bulgislavia. "Yomaka does not hate Bulglslavia,' it was said, 'but hates the hypocritical government which seeks to enrich itself at the expense of its own people." - Sure, Yomaka was in the same position, but at least its people were actually prospering, saith Yomaka's leaders, who spent day after day condemning Bulgislavia as a hellhole, an example of Communism at work, a nation which should make every man feel lucky that he isn't a Bulgislavian.

The letter from the Director had been recieved by curious individuals who wondered at the potential of his alternative science program. Some of those individuals were scientists who sought to increase military capabilities as well as those of the medical field, others were secret policemen who sought to justify their cruelty through prosperity, and at the top of it all was Thomas Robert Anderson, T.R. Anderson, the Great Leader himself - though he was never called the Great Leader by his own child or his own wife, for them he was simply Thomas, Father. Anderson looked over the letter himself while reading over the latest news from Bulgislavia. "Let's give him a favorable response, even though he's not really clarified what his program consists of."

Shrivastava, who was standing there with his leader as he always had, nodded his head and gave his support before withdrawing into the abyss, returning to his position - his passionate love - of coordinating the man made extinction of Communism in Yomaka, and the extermination of pedophilia, which had been classified not only as being comparable to viruses which infect the body's systems, but which had been denounced as potentially treasonous. "For the children are our future. Those who would impair our future are nothing but traitors." Even if people disagreed with the Great Leader about the treatment of Communists, the treatment of democracy supporters, and so on, they would, honestly, give their support to the anti-pedophile programs adopted by the Great Leader's government, such as the abolition of parole and bail and the seizure of their property along with a loss of their rights in the labyrinth that was the prison system. On this matter was the government's response simple and to the point. "The pedophile is nothing more than a plague upon Yomaka. He is a virus just like cancer and tuberculosis. As such, we must eradicate him from the face of our nation, using whatever means necessary. The vaccine for pedophilia is the bullet, the coldhearted and righteous revenge of the masses."

Director,

We are deeply interested in learning more about your alternative science program. If you could, perhaps you will enlighten us about what it consists of, before we allow you to build a facility in our nation or anything of the sort.

Signed,
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Armed Republic of Yomaka

As that letter was sent to the Director - the Great Leader decided that he would go on a tour of the nation to make sure that the people loved and adored him. His wife and daughter would accompany him in the name of familial unity but Amy resented this, having hoped to spend time with friends during Spring Break. Yet, her father's word was absolute, like it was with everyone else, so Amy grugingly accepted and told her friends she wouldn't be around. It seemed, to her, that being the daughter of a man who any democratic government would loathe had, as its blessing, being spared from the trials of the common man but, then again, what would Thomas Anderson so, if Amy ever rebelled? No, that thought could never be manifested into reality. Could it?

Von Tony received the letter with a sense of great optimism, they were intrigued, regardless of how vague he had been he had tickled their tase buds; it was nice to see those who intrigued enough to plumb the depths of the unthinkable.

To The Ministry of Foreign Affairs,

It is with great pleasure that I have received your inquiry, noting your implied curiosity into my organisation I am happy to elaborate on the aims of our organisation; bearing in mind of course the current need for confidentiality untill such an agreement is worked out between us.

A profoundly integral part of my corporation explores the oppertunities often overlooked by other more stoic corporations and enterprises; in short we attempt to draw connections between various factrs to obtain a previously unatainable result much more easily than by following a long winded progress of research.

Seeing the possibilities offered in your nation, we feel that the current subjects being taken in by your legal system for crimes against normal human morality, pedophiles for example, can be put to use through experimentation and research. To discover for example what drives people to do such things, and how it can be stopped. Alternativly, such subjects can be used to, say for example, discover is they can be altered through genetic or mechanical means to become... productive, tools of use in society.

All of this at the moment is to be taken as... hypothetical speculation in our current dialogue, but it is hope on the part of myself, that we can reach an agrement of some sort, to allow us to work together, for a better world, or in the least, to improve the standards of your nation through alternative science.

Many regards, Director Von Tony Dewairt,

Senior leadership viewed the program aired in Yomaka about Bulgislavia. They didnt even watch past 10 minutes before the tape was turned off

"Do we have Yomakan spies in Bulgislavia!?" yelled Mehmet

"No we cleared all foriegners out in January except for that Ixanian student who is under close supervision" replied one party member

"Then how the hell did they get some of that footage from Bulgislavia!?"

"Calm down comrade. I recognize some of that footage taken by aide workers during the 1990's famine"

"Yes but were the hell did they get the footage of Terevesti as it is now showing our empty boulavards and avenues!"

"Comrade the outside knows we have restricted car use for petrol conservation for our Re-construction program. Its not that the people are too poor to buy cars....." the party member was interupted

"Yes but thats what the program makes it look like! Look at this scene here!" Mehmet turned the tape back on and fast fowarded a small bit.

'63 years of stalinist communist has taken its toll on this unfortunate nation. Provoçe was a disasterous ruler and due largly to his efforts Bulgislavia had suffered famine after famine'
Footage then shows 4 women in military uniform looking gaunt and starved scavenging in a gutter and then it changes to a small malnourished child sitting next to an unoperational Trabant that had no tyres

'The 70's saw economic stagnation, the 80's saw economic decline and living standards cruimbled rapidly. To save itself from complete collapse the brutal communists clamped down more harshly then ever'

Footage then shows mass demonstrations and the military suppressing them with force and Cigouriva taking positions on the rooftops firing on the civilians. It was footage of the unrest of July 1990

'Provoçe initiated a disasterious 5 child policy causing the Bulgislavian population to boom and orphanages to overpopulate due to families that did not have the means to look after thier children'

Footage then shows a cramped flat with dimly lit lights.

'Now days the situation has not improved. Power cuts are frequent, Terevesti's large boulavards and avenues are largly unused although the party elite sometimes use it'

Mehmet turned the documentary off and took it out of the tv and threw it to the ground.

"Contact the head of Cigouriva and instruct him to do random searches for anybody carying camera's of any kind. All camera's are to be declared at the Cigouiriva and they must have a permit for their ownership! Also Organise a demonstration to show support for the party and our condemnation of Yomaka. Increase propaganda efforts against this county too"

Bulgislavian TV was restricted to 2 hours a day and it only showed footage of Mehmet Çeau visiting factories to lecture workers on the best way to do thier jobs and footage of him insporing crowds and visiting young pioneer camps and school. Now time was to be made for a 10 minute segment on "Life in out Enimies world" that would be largly exagerated reports of horrors on the outside with Yomaka being the main focus
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The cities of Yomaka were well kept, clean, protected by the iron fist of the government which encompassed all aspects of any citizen's existence until the day he died, when he was left up to Heaven, whatever he believed, to judge him for his deeds. As the Director's message was recieved, being channeled through the network of ministers who both applauded and challenged his proposal, the Yomakan Government was hosting one of its usual military parades, aimed at reinforcing loyalty in the government and showing the people that it could defend itself if needed, all in the name of Yomaka and, in the government's eyes, in the name of the Great Leader whose very thoughts set the nation in motion. For without him, newspapers proclaimed, Yomaka would drift back into the Hell he had brought it out of, it would fall into the hands of the Red barbarians, foreign occupiers, or some force so malevolent that the benevolent malevolence of Thomas Anderson would be seen as the lesser of two evils.

It had been decided that the proposal of the Director would be debated through about one week, because there were some who felt that experimentation would equal a loss of the slave labor they appreciated having around under their brutal hands. Such people were countered by those who believed that it would serve the common good if the "dreadful virus" were isolated and terminated forevermore so that it would no longer torment the masses. There were some, the "infected", who would carry out their dark desires despite the penalties that awaited them. Such individuals were routinely executed in the prisons, beaten severely in custody, they were nothing short of subhuman scum equal to the Communists, anarchists, and all others deemed undesirable in the ideal Yomaka. As the Director recieved this news, that Yomaka would spend time considering his proposal, Thomas Anderson began his publicity tour around Yomakan cities, his wife and daughter following him. Amy was seen as the poster child of Yomaka, her image was heralded as the ideal child. She was studious, intelligent, caring and loyal to the government and to her nation, even though she had no Yomakan blood in her veins at all. No one ever mentioned this, for the solidarity-among-all-races angle was vehemently supported by the secret police. If you were at one of Thomas Anderson's rallies, you would see thousands of people waving flags and cheering for him, demanding the continuation of his programs. Amy would be sitting with her mother, behind him, coldly studying the crowds with hardly any emotion. She felt cramped by the surroundings her father had put in place - she wanted to be normal, if such a thing was possible for the children of dictators.

OOC: The reason for these long posts is just to give background information about Yomaka, Thomas Anderson, and those around him.

Politics often varied across nations, and so Von Tony received the news with a simple understanding, forwarding a simple reply that he looked forward to their response and that he was sure they would make the choice which was best for them. In anycase, it was an oppertunity for him and his psycological companions to look forward to, nothing ventured nothing gained.

And whist he himself pondered the various possibilities it could afford, perhaps setting up a pharmecutical testing center, the other resident personalities who had taken the back seat of their collective consciousness for now pondered what they wanted to acheive with it. Drake Antony Dewairt, their resident psycotic megalomanical evil genius wished to seek sponsorship or at least a place to test and build a laser beam of sorts, Professor Egadd who was their technically able lunatic wondered on the various technical applications of maybe trying to build life support machines into test subjects to create a superior soldier whilst Gabriel was more interested in testing medical techniques and alternative medicines on various subjects; also he wished to sample the cuisine.

As for the others, they either looked on in apthathy or disgust at the whole thing and looked forward to the upcoming bath they were going to take.

Von Tony meanwhile turned his eyes to the economics of running their enterprises.

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The Holy Empire of Zaheran
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Official Communication




To: His Excellency Thomas Anderson, President of the Armed Republic of Yomaka
From: His Imperial Majesty Dieter I, Emperor of Zaheran

Your Excellency,

I find myself most impressed by the effective measures you have taken to prevent the vile filth of communism from spreading in Yomaka. The Red Plague is a threat to every free nation of the world, and too few are those who have seen through the lies of Communism and fight it with all their strength. I would also like to thank you for taking such a strong stance against global terrorism and for your support in our fight against our domestic communist terrorists. While the Workers' Liberation Army ceased to be a real threat to our nation more than a decade ago, its constant terrorist attack continues to cost the lives of hundreds of people every year. As it seems it has been secretly funded by several communist regimes in the world who wish to weaken us, we are even more grateful to see that at least one nation takes the necessary steps to prevent communism from spreading.

Since we believe that cooperation between our nations could carry a lot of benefits, we would be interested in the possibilities of opening up formal diplomatic relations with Yomaka, as well as increasing the economic ties between our both nations. If possible, we would like to send a delegation to your esteemed nation to discuss these matters and others. We would be honoured if you were to receive them.

Yours sincerely,

Dieter I Antonn Wilhelm von Holstëin-Rosenheim
Emperor of Zaheran

It was pretty surprising to some officers in the secret police of Yomaka that there had not been any terrorist attacks led by Communists despite the brutal persecution that they had been leading for plenty of years, corpses piling up in mass graves all over the nation. Of course, the masses were told that the persecution of Communists was nothing but an attempt to purify Yomaka, to cleanse it of the Red Plague that everyone - even children - were encouraged to hate with all their heart. News of the bombing in Zaheran had been used by the Yomakan Government not only for its people to feel sympathy for fellow comrades in the fight against Communism but as justification for the said fight. Thomas Anderson, in one of his speeches to the masses, declared that Yomakans must stand in solidarity with the people of Zaheran and that it proves that they must smash the Communists even more brutally than they already had. It was announced that the Great Leader of Yomaka wanted to open full relations with the nation of Zaheran, a very positive reply with the usual formula being swiftly sent to His Majesty, while more Communists were killed in the prisons, along with the other undesirables.

This was a day in which the vast majority of Yomakans simply lived their lives as they always had, purchasing the latest goods and eating, drinking, making love with the men and women they loved. The Great Leader had proved the superiority of economic freedom, the newscasters proclaimed, over the vile delusions of Communism. Thomas Anderson ordered his men to kill any WLA members without mercy should they attempt any attacks on Yomaka. If they were going to strike, the full force of Yomaka would be sent after them and no one would be spared from the impending destruction. For Amy, and for all the children of Yomaka, the Red Plague would be utterly annihilated. It was just like a poster that could be often seen in Yomaka. "Slaughter the Wolves!" was its caption and it had helped in the merciless slaughter of thousands of men and women whose only crime was believing in what some nineteenth century German had written but, then again, didn't they deserve it? Was this all nothing more than the great payback, the vengeance of a world hungry for revenge?

City of the Blessed, the Beatus
Department 924 Offices, Subfloor 22, the Pitsfield Building

"Sir," said one of the operators, as he ran up to the Directory, waving a paper. "We have something here."

"What is it," asked the Directory, as he read over the paper. It detailed Yomaka's anti-communist activities, and their charismatic leader. "I want a position on the Cult Leader Index on this 'Thomas Anderson.' Draft a letter to them as well. Charlie," the Directory said to a nearby Janitor, "get a desk up from storage."

A few hours later, a new desk had been added to the others in the room, it was labeled, "Yomaka Desk." Already a workstation had been installed, along with a multi-line telephone. An Operator had been called in, and was now sitting at this desk. Within a few hours, the desk would become the most busy in Department 924. "Operator 112," the Directory said to the man at the Yomaka Desk. "Draft a letter to this Mr. Anderson."

Facsimile Message

To Mr. Thomas Anderson the Great,

We have noted your noble anti-communist activities. We believe that we can work something out here. We have had recent, top-secret breakthroughs in the field of communist psychology. Most notably, we have determined, that Communism, is a mental disorder. It is spurred by a chemical imbalance in the brain. At the heart of things, there are a number of genes that must be present, to facilitate the chemical imbalance, but we have conclusive data, based on study of both communists, and capitalists, showing this fundamental difference in brain chemistry across the board. What we wish to ask of you, is, if we may open up a facility in your nation, to further our research. We know that you are rounding up these people, however, we believe, that there may be a way to fix their mental disorders, and make them happy, productive members of society. We ask that you allow us to experiment on your communists. We know you have intentions of killing them, and generally find them to be subhuman, thus we hope you will not care that such experimentation will be quite painful, and most certainly deadly, however, it is necessary, in the overall progression of science. We await your reply.

Signed,
Justice T. Buford,
Research Director
Commieturn Labs

"Another message about experimenting on the victims of the Red Plague?"

Thomas Anderson had been staying at one of the best hotels in the nation of Yomaka, one that had been used by Europeans in the city of Pala when the colonists were still in control, and it was here that he had recieved the message concerning the Beatusian proposal. It seemed interesting in his mind, the prospect of isolating and eradicating what makes a Communist so attracted to the ideology he loved, but were the theories of the Beatusians and others just theories rooted in wishful thinking and the like or could they really be proven to be true under the lens of empiricial observation? This was what perplexed the Great Leader of Yomaka and even he - in all his supposed greatness - struggled with questions such as these. His wife and daughter were too busy doing their own things to concern themselves with such matters. As he contemplated the new message, Shrivastava looked over the prisoners at one of the many prisons scattered throughout Yomaka.

His gaze put fear into the silent prisoners - shells of the human beings they had once been - his hands clenching as he would struggle with urges to just kill them ex nihilo, rather than letting it all be done behind closed doors as it usually had been. Indeed, Shrivastava was the one who ordered them all to be killed in secrecy - so as not to incite sympathy among Yomakan citizens, those actually deserving to be addressed as citizens in his mind. As he inspected the prisoners, Shrivastava turned towards one of the men in his sight. He was malnourished, weak, and a convicted murderer of at least three girls. The very sight of him sickened a man who had killed hundreds, all with the strokes of a pen, the mere utterance of a few words. Shrivastava smirked before delivering a punch to the man's gut, bringing him swiftly to his knees. "It is people like you who disgrace Yomaka. You make me sick." Shrivastava said before kicking the man in the head, sending him flying a little across the ground while fellow officers laughed.

Shrivastava pulled out the pistol from the holster on his waist and smiled, immediately fixating it upon the temple of this man in front of him. The man knew that he was going to be dead soon, so he did not resist the head of the Great Leader's administrators of justice - they loved being called that - as he prepared to administer justice upon him. "You have been found guilty of crimes against the motherland, namely the murder of those destined to inherit it. In accordance with the will of the masses, you must die."

It took one shot to kill the man, Shrivastava noted, after he had shot the man at point blank range with a sadistic grin. He shoved the gun back onto the holster on his waist and laughed, before continuing to walk down the line while his associates followed. Shrivastava was a coldhearted sadist who craved death, having been a veteran of the hit squads that swarmed Yomakan streets when the colonial administrators had left, when those who had turned his beloved Yomaka into a protectorate had discarded their powers. He was a usual guest at the Great Leader's home, his cold stare turning into a grandfatherly gaze whenever Amy was around. Meanwhile, Thomas Anderson directed his Minister of Foreign Relations - a handsome gentleman by the name of John Vidal - to make sure his "We will consider your proposal" reply to the Beatusians got to its intended destination. John Vidal - the husband of Yomakan model, Angela Vidal - had been the sort of man whose sole purpose was loving Yomaka. He had been a member of various nationalist organizations since his youth, most of them being absorbed into the government's Voyager Movement and its supplementary parts, and was chosen by the Great Leader himself to lead the drive for good foreign relations with fellow leaders. John, whenever he wasn't spending time with Angela and their children, would be proclaiming Yomaka's love of peace, even if he felt - sometimes - that the Great Leader's words were sometimes asinine.

In response to the Bulgislavian condemnations of Yomaka by its newscasters, the Yomakans had concocted a mass mobilization program aimed at generating contempt for the Bulgislavian government - its people being viewed as innocent victims - which it hoped would achieve the desired effects. Pictures of Bulgislavians trying to garnish their 'pitiful lives' with 'pathetic wages' appeared in newspapers while television newsanchors proclaimed that the Bulgislavian people were slaves to the hypocritical Communist government. One particular famous statement was:

"Mehmet Ceau is nothing but a hypocrite who, upon the destruction of what we may assume had been beacons of light for the people, carved his own status as a despot out of the cruel successes of Provoce, a man who is equally hypocritical, the man who brought misery to the Bulgislavian people. Provoce planted the seeds, Mehmet Ceau simply reaps the bitter fruits from the soil. Both of them are shining examples of how Communism is a repugnant ideology - in fact, one may say that no Communist nation has ever existed. Who can come to us and tell us that the Communist ideology - in any nation which it has claimed as its own - has produced a single truly Communist nation? My friends, people of Yomaka, there has never been any truly Communist nations. Rather, they are all oligarchies in which the Party replaces the supposedly evil capitalists, in which the People are slaves to the whim of the Party - the nomenklatura - in which the Party is known as the all, and in which anything outside of the Party is mercilessly crushed. The situation in Bulgislavia proves this. Just recently, Mehmet Ceau had the audacity to condemn us, and for what? For actually being a prosperous nation? Compare your beloved homeland to Bulgislavia and see it all for yourself! If you look at other so called Communist nations, you will see typical cases of Party-centric oligarchy masqueraded as government led by the working class. The working class, no, the entirety of a people who live in a Communist nation are scapegoats, for when the Communist Party desires to, say, purge the nation of those struggling for emancipation from their slaveowners, the working class is mobilized in its even-more-so pitiful existence to fight those whose only crime is seeking to alleviate their pain."

Mehmet's latest obsesion was with Yomaka. He demanded to know everything that was going on in this country and the propaganda used against Bulgislavia and always Mehmet had to some how respond to show how in control he was and the power he had over the country.

The Anti-Yomakan demonstration was called. as tradition in these sort of demonstrations thousands of citizens were conscripted from thier factories or from the countryside. housed in a barracks over night and then brought out at 6 in the morning with Mehmet Çeau and Provoçe Portraits and banners to prepare for the demonstration at 9:00am

Provoçe Square was filled with 80,000 citizens holding up these portraits and banners. The Bulgislavian flag and the Flag of the communist party were waving amougst the crowds too.

People are the front of the crowds clapped in unison and to the beat of thier clapping chanted
"Our pride and esteem Mehmet, Bulgislavia! Our pride and esteem Mehmet, Bulgislavia!"

Mehmet Çeau stepped out on the balcony and looked over the crowd. From his view he was able to see the extremly wide but empty Workers Victory Boulavard with identical block apartment lining the wide street. It was like this all over Terevesti so symetrical and homogenous that the former dictator Provoçe once boasted to foriegn leaders that if you put a mirror down the middle of Terevesti it would project the same image as if you didnt have a mirror at all.

The Crowd burst into chanting and applause and Mehmet waved to the crowds. Party elite stood behind him.

"The Terror and oppresion in Yomaka is well known. The Crimes of the tyranical and brutal Mr Anderson grow day by day. The People suffer under this dictatorship, the workers have no rights, The entire outside world even supports this dictatorship becuase of its evil treatment of good comrades fighting for social justice, the establishment of a workers state and a Moral economy"

Mehmet was interupted by the clapping in unison of the citizens and the chant "Our pride and esteem Mehmet, Bulgislavia! Our pride and esteem Mehmet, Bulgislavia!" even the party elite all clapping in time with eachother

Mehmet continued his speech but it was not all focused on Yomaka and he went on to attack the outside world for its support of the Brutal Yomakan dictatorship and how it was proof of an "International Capitalist and Fascist Conspiracy aimed at Undermining the Bulgislavian and World Revolution"

throughout his speech he was interupted by the ritualistic clapping in unison and the chants until the demonstration ended with a line of the 80,000 citizens singing the Hym of the Party marching down the central boulavard

After the speech the party elite retreated into the Palace of the revolution where a group of Young Pioneers sang the Hym of the Pioneers and then the Bulgislavian National anthem then the youngest child who was 6 presented Mehmet with a boquet of flowers.

The Entire event was filmed and put on the restricted 2 hours of TV a day and then ended with footage of a line of women in military dress marching down an empty boulavard singing a song about Patriotism and the protection of "Our Glorious Socialist Paradise"

the entire country was caught up in this surge of revolutionary zeal all because of this small spat with a country many Bulgislavian's hadnt even heard of.

Flags were hung of buildings and banners were raised which read
"Long Life to the Workers State" and new massive billboards were constructed showing images of the heroic, youthful and attractive working couple holding the sickle and hammer or of a Bulgislavian soldier impaling a fat balding capitalist on his bayonet.

The Last time Bulgislavia saw such revolutionary mobilization was in the late 50's and early 60's

In response to the surge of revolutionary enthusiasm that had seemingly infected the Bulgislavian nation, Thomas Anderson and his associates organized a wave of counter protests against the Bulgislavians in the name of the common good, for it seemed that Bulgislavia was being portrayed as a vile nation filled with slaves who served cruel masters. Yes, the Yomakans could be seen as hypocritical with all of this, but no one dared to question the Great Leader and his associates on this subject, for once it was said that a Bulgislavian was brainwashed into believing Mehmet Ceau was actually a good leader then, well, that was what all Yomakans were to accept no matter how truthful that was, if it was truthful at all. For the Yomakans who vehemently supported the government, this was nothing but a mere application of common sense. Of course Bulgislavians were brainwashed into believing the cult of personality carved out of their suffering by Mehmet Ceau. If they were told, they would gladly drink the Kool-Aid for him. This was what Yomakans were told to believe. Loathe the Bulgislavian government, love its people with all their heart.

Thomas Anderson decided to hold a massive rally in Pala, where he had been staying with his wife and child, in the name of orchestrating a mass wave of people's justice against the Bulgislavian accusations, seen as nothing short of hideous lies, of unscrupulous bullshit by the Yomakan intellectuals who supported him. Thomas Anderson witnessed the march of thousands down the streets, holding his portraits and waving flags, shouting slogans such as Death to Communism, Long Live The Great Leader, and the usual derogatory slogans reserved for Mehmet Ceau, Provoce, and the rest of the supposed "slaveowning oligarchy" that ruled Bulgislavia. As they marched, down towards the site of the rally, Thomas Anderson beckoned them to heed his call, the secret police making sure no assassins were in their midst. Some people carried banners depicting proud, attractive, and strong Yomakan men and women throwing Marx, Lenin and his successors into the dustbin, charging with bayonets at a red colored serpent, and even one showed a young woman and child being valiantly defended by a knight of the people - the caption reading: "We will never allow the Red Plague to consume the people we love!"

"Bulgislavia's leaders have the nerve to condemn us, our Great Leader, and our beloved homeland for supposedly oppressing the working class among plenty of other things. My friends, they are liars! Representatives from the factories and the businesses, do you find any oppression emanting from us?"

The workers shouted that they had never been oppressed by their government. They proclaimed their pride in supporting Thomas Anderson, in supporting those around him, in loving him for his work. Anderson then made an eloquent speech about the horrors of Bulgislavia, of the lies espoused by its leaders, of how the leaders of Zaheran ought to be supported by the Yomakan people for their work against the Communists, and how Yomaka stood proudly among the prosperous nations of the world who refused to bow their heads to the Communists.

"It is essential that the people of Yomaka know that we will never bow down to the spectre of Communism. We will never surrender our souls to those who would suck them out of us, reducing us to mere slaves to their hellish work."

Amy and Marie Anderson were standing on either side of the Great Leader while Shrivastava and the associates of the Great Leader were standing behind them. Amy emotionlessly looked upon the crowds, the thousands shouting praises for her father and his work, the crowds who believed that she was a blessed child for having him as her father - that he was making a greater nation for her and her fellow children to inherit after he died. Amy waved a little to the crowd and smirked, before withdrawing into conversation with her mother who seemed quite calm, not being unnerved by any of this. The Great Leader closed his speech with these words:

"The time will come, I would hope, when the Bulgislavian people will unleash the fury of their vengeance against Ceau and his clique of slaveowners, who will all perish as the wheat does to the locusts. The fires of the people's justice will always burn in Yomaka. Since 1978, we have done what we can to cleanse Yomaka of its ills. When the colonists left us, our beloved homeland was in danger of being seized by Communists - the vile scum - and other undesirables. Look at us now! We have followed in the footsteps of fellow nations such as the Grand World Order which refuse to submit to Communist dogma - the sword of the oppressors - but we have proven that a nation, in which the people are free to do as they wish, in which free enterprise is accepted, and in which the people are free to blossom, such a nation is prone to nothing short of prosperity and happiness. As I speak to you, the Bulgislavian people continue to suffer from a lack of the aforementioned things, for all they harvest is the bitter fruits of despair and pain. People of Yomaka, will you swear your hearts to the crusade? Will you stand with me as we push for the final destruction of Communism?"

They all shouted that one word, Yes!, and the Great Leader then withdrew from sight with the others following him in one single column, the crowds said their final cheers and praises before dissipating into small groups returning to their homes. It seemed that the Great Leader was still able to convince them that what he said was nothing short of the truth. How long would such power last?

It was a cold morning on the streets of Terevesti.
Cranes raised from all over the city as the construction project was well underway although the party had a terrible secret it was hiding from its people.

The Aide money recieved after the August Crisis last year was almost depleted and construction projects were beginning to get delayed. sure some buildings were still being constructed and completed but entire blocks of construction were not even being touched and the party feared that Terevesti would soon be a city that was permanently unfinished with empty shells of buildings that had no funds to continue the construction.

Citizens lined up outside the shops to buy thier morning groceries and as usual the shelves were barely full. The Supply trucks were swamped before they even got to the stores and the drivers would sell the goods on the trucks at largly inflated prices.

The People lined up then for the morning news paper (there was always an abundance of these) The main headline read "Obscene Provoations" with the front picture being that of the demonstration in Yomaka

The Bulgislavian people dressed simply. The only style of clothes produced from the state controled factories were styles from the 1950's. Men wore black trousers, black shoes and plain button up tops while the women wore simple dresses in bland colours.

"I hadnt even heard of this country before last week what the hell is this?" said one elderly Bulgislavian man

"Look I dont know and dont really care. If they hate us whats the difference I'm 49 years old and we are a country that has always had enimies!" said one lady

"Comrades the party line has been set for us and we must follow it through. We were this close to collapse last year if it werent for Great Comrade Mehmet. Were do you think we would be if it werent for him!? We would become slaves of international corporations, women would be sold as sex slaves to the west. We would all be out of jobs we saw what happende to our neighbors after 1989!" said one enthusiastic young man

The elderly man and the women looked at eachother then back at the man

"Yes your right comrade" said the lady in a kind of unimpressed tone and then walked off down the street
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It would be hard for Bulgislavia to gain international friends with its reputation and in this small rivalry the leadership wanted to be better then Yomaka in every way it could. In all fields it was clearly losing with a tiny population, small and stagnant economy and very isolated from the international community.
Mehmet knew he had to turn his countries fortune around. He had to stop focusing on putting his people through demonstrations of simulated support and get his face out in the world stage....

(Yomaka I sent you a telegram)

There are the stories of individuals who make themselves known through one act of terror a la Carrie White and, indeed, it seemed that Thomas Anderson was such a man, but his acts of terror were continuous, directed against Communists and others he deemed were simply not needed in his nation. It was as if he and his associates were God and His associates, declaring who was to be alive, who to die, and whose life would be made into the usual chain of chaos and pain. If there was anything to gather from Thomas Anderson's recent pogrom against the Communists, you would say how ruthlessly effective it had been. You would notice how many Communists were shoved into the concentration camps, listening to the Great Leader declare that it was all dedicated to the victims of world Communism, every single one of those millions lost out of their fellow man's ignorance of reason.

With what the outside world - and plenty of Yomakan youth - had called Spring Break passing painfully into the abyss of the history books, Amy Anderson had to be shipped off to private school again. Her school was one of those fiercely loyalist schools, always making sure every student knew that the Great Leader's goal was creating a prosperous nation for them to inherit upon his death. Dressed in the usual uniform, Amy Anderson noticed the newspapers proclaiming the Yomakan nation's supremacy over Bulgislavia, citing empirical evidence being proof of it. There were the news programs which emphasized this, proclaiming the supremacy of Yomaka over Bulgislavia. It was treated as common sense, as if anyone could understand that, yes, Yomaka was superior. She smirked, then noticed the newest wave of posters being placed up by loyalists, those bands of fanatical youth who loved her father as someone valiant and heroic. She laughed at them from the safety of her car as her chauffer drove down the road towards St. Johannes Academy - a school where Amy couldn't even get away from the usual formula of propaganda and the your-father-is-so-great sort of praises.

St. Johannes Academy - if one had to describe it - was a lavish complex built in the name of some obscure Catholic saint by the colonial administrators of the once loathed Protectorate of Yomaka. It had been retained by the orders of Thomas Anderson and his associates, some of whom had been educated there in its halls. It was usually filled with the children of the elites, of the Great Leader, his associates, and those who were lucky enough to be able to say without fear that, yes, the Great Leader really liked them. Amy's presence in the school made everyone fear her - well, some of the students had said amongst themselves that she could have them all reported to her father and, thus, they would be smashed to bits, that is, locked away in concentration camps. The rumors were untrue but Amy didn't seem to care one bit about it. She knew that people would think such things. As she rushed over to the classroom for her history lesson. Ah, history, it is the thing which is continuously written and rewritten again and again.

Sitting next to Amy had been Duncan, a boy of Scottish ancestry whose parents were deeply connected to the Yomakan government in the terms of his father being a close friend with her father since the bloodless revolution had occured. Duncan was the sort of boy who, though, spent most of his time to himself and friends rather than praising the Great Leader - although he was in the local cell of the Patriotic Youth Force like Amy was, though their cell was, like all the others, segregated by gender. Amy and Duncan were seen as good friends, perhaps too good, by the rest of the students. "Can you believe the latest news around Bulgislavia?" Duncan began, "You don't need to be some anti-Communist asshole to know that their nation sucks shit."

Amy smirked, provoking Duncan simply to laugh before heading into his history books, reading on what the government believed went on back so many years into the past, even centuries ago. Indeed, this policy often sparked debates amongst scholars and local nationalists. Amy opened her book and sighed. School was boring, it was filled with the propaganda she wanted to free her mind from. She loved her father - yes - but hated the standards she had to bear as the daughter of the Great Leader of Yomaka. She decided to drift into her reading, perhaps it would help alleviate her pain. Indeed, looking at Duncan seemed to also help. He was a pretty nice, handsome man....but she was still a free agent in Cupid's world. Amy Anderson, upon whom was placed the love of the Great Leader, did her day's lessons while, outside, people were discussing the recent wave of anti-Bulgislavian propaganda, most of them, as expected, eating it all up with smiles.

OOC: People are free to post support, condemnations, etc.

Bump.

Galina Petrescu was quickly worming her way up into the Bulgislavian Government. She was extremly attractive and for her greater goals her looks was her greatest asset.

She was currently in a relationship with the 3rd most powerful military general though it was kept secret. But it didnt stop Galina from sleeping with other high party officials.

She had just replaced a "Disloyal" Party member in the Peoples Parliament and had got herself a seat in the assembly but unknown to many she was largly Un-loyal her good looks played a huge part in covering it up.

It was 11pm at night in Terevesti. Way past curfew. if Cigouriva caught her walking the streets she may get off becuase of her high party status but from that moment on she would be watched. However the streets were desolate.

Not a car, not another human anywhere nearby. Only one in 5 street lights were on to conserve power and Terevesti was known to look like "London during the Blitz" at night time due to the powercuts and power restrictions.

She turned down an alley. some street dogs scattered away (street dogs were becomming a problem due to the massive construction around Terevesti)
A man in a huge coat was standing in the alley

"Make sure this goes where its mean to. Ok?" said Galina handing the man a parcel

He grabbed it

"How are you going to get that out of the country if you dont mind me asking?" she said to the man

"This is Bulgislavia, youve lived here all your life right? You should know the whole system can be brought... from the ground up" said the man his face still hidden in the shadows

"So you bride the boarder guards to let you leave"

"Look I have no time for these sort of questions. Can I expect any more intelligence coming from you?" said the man

"I have to think about it my lover is being quite careful about sharing state secretes with me" she said

"Your still with the General?"

"Yes.... But I wasnt talking about him" she said smiling

The man turned away and left. Galina then turned back and returned to her apartment.

The man had memorized supply truck routes and had gotten a ride with one heading to the west of the country to a city called Timescu. When stoped at a checkpoint at the entrance of the city he was able to bribe the soldiers to let him through as well as tell a convincing story that he lost his internal passport and travel permit in the Dobrok River when staying in Plethece. They let him through

When in Timescu he travelled on foot and walked 2 hours to the boarder where he easily bribed boarder guards and they let him cross.

He was then in Bulgaria where he met up with his foriegn contacts. who he handed the parcel and then slipped back into Bulgislavia after recieving some money from them.

The note then made its way through a string of contacts and over a couple of nations until making its way to the Yomakan Government.

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To our Enimies in Yomaka. I have some information that could be of some use to you in your propaganda war against my country.

Inside this parcel are real photographs of conditions in a Labour Camp as well as official Cigouriva figures of the exact number of Political prisoners in the country and official execution figures matched up to the figures the Government has released.

PHOTOGRAPHS

1. A line of emaciated beings in plain grey uniform digging a bitch by hand
2. A photograph of a Cigouriva torture chamber with all the instruments laid out
3. A photograph of a Cigouriva Victim with marking from some torture instruments
4. a cramped barracks inhabited by starved and gaunt dissidents
5. A photograph of 3 soldiers aiming thier guns at 5 prisoners kneeling 10 meters away from them. a crowd of prisoners and soldiers can be seen in the background viewing this public execution

VIDEO TAPE

A video showing a Bulgislavian man in the woods. soldiers are around. Everybody is speaking Bulgislavian but english subtitles have been edited in
A date flashes up on the top of the screen "3/2/09"

'Prisoner 16893'

'Tie him against the pole' says a background voice quite authoritivly

The man begins to sob and is tied to a pole. A soldier punches the man in the face and then steps away then gunfire is heard and the body tied to the pole goes limp as life is quickly taken from him.

FACTS AND FIGURES

Number of Executions released by Bulgislavian Government in 2008: 23

Real number of Executions hidden by Bulgislavian Government in 2008: 138

Number of Executions released by Bulgislavian Government in 2009: 9

Real number of Execution hidden by Bulgislavian Government in 2009: 23

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Number of Political Prisoners held by Bulgislavian Government: 125

REAL number of political prisoners held by Bulgislavian Government: 650

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I hope this information will give you some use but there is now a very real peice of useful information I would like to give you.

A citizen in your nation who is quite low level in your administration is not loyal to you. He has Cigouriva masters and even though he has not been able to feed them much information it would be best to get rid of him. I hope you appreciate the leagnths I have gone to get you this information. The Spy goes by the name of Nathan Hewlitt. As far as I know he is Bulgislavia's only spy in your country. For this information I would like you to guarentee safety and political asylum in Yomaka when I have made the proper arangements to flee Bulgislavia. Thankyou.

Due to safety concerns I can not give you my name but by using the same channels as this parcel has taken you can send my contact a note.

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It was another day in the Armed Republic of Yomaka and the citizens were living their lives under the watchful gaze of the government as they always had. Cities were always being watched over by members of the secret police branch which dealt with internal relations, as they called it, because they wanted to make sure no dissent could ever be found, especially if it had the potential to cause a revolution. The Foreign Minister of Yomaka, James White, was looking over notes referring to the Bulgislavian crisis when he stumbled upon the message from Galina Petrescu. Why would a Bulgislavian citizen write to him, to anyone in Yomaka? No one was around him to say something like: "Haven't they all been thoroughly brainwashed? Geez....those fools are slacking off!" After reading it, wondering if Galina was good looking (his curiosity kicked in), the Foreign Minister immediately sent it over to the proper authorities who made sure it wasn't just bullshit, for there were some claims of this sort which had been deemed as such by the authorities. James White then decided to write the following letter to Galina's contact, with the express permission of the government he served. "Miss Petrescu, if you desire to live in Yomaka, I personally shall make sure asylum is given. You can even request to become a citizen if you wish via naturalization."

He wondered if Galina was one of those stereotypical sultry females you would find in the stories about spies and informants - there were stories written for adults, he figured, about such things - but then went back to his work, yet the thought occupied a little niche in his mind. Meanwhile, the secret police had (for the sake of RPing - OOC) discovered the whereabouts of Nathan Hewlitt, a single man who had been proven, it seemed, to be a traitor to the Yomakan nation. The secret police decided to send some soldiers over to his house for a little bout of questioning, which resulted in a severe beating, ransacking of his home, and so on. He was dragged away to prison, being pummeled again and again by the Yomakan authorities. The last man he ever saw was Oliver Mbantuwe, a descendant of African settlers who had risen through the ranks of the secret police. After going through the usual formula of explaining why he was being charged, and what he was being charged with, he was sent over to a bunch of condemned prisoners including a convicted child murderer who had murdered about six girls prior to his arrest/beating-nearly-to-death by Yomakan authorities. Someone once said: "How hard your ass is kicked depends on how badly that you've fucked up."

"You are all here today to be eradicated like the vermin you are - it is fitting that Yomaka dispose of those who will only end up tainting it," Mbantuwe began while walking over behind the convicted child murderer with a gun pointing at the back of the man's head. At first, it seemed like he would refrain from shooting this man, until he called forth another man from the darkness. A simple soldier? What was going on, Hewlitt thought. The simple soldier and his buddies, who also emerged from the darkness, dragged the man into the darkness and he was never seen again. It turned out that the child murderer had killed the soldier's daughter and that Mbantuwe was allowing him to personally execute the murderer in whatever way he wanted. Decency will permit anyone from disclosing how he was executed but it makes true the paraphrased saying, "Hell hath no fury like the parents of that girl you cruelly slaughted." Mbantuwe took custody of Hewlitt (as well as the rest of the prisoners who were Communists, murderers, and others simply deemed undesirable). "The Communists are scum." Fire! Hewlitt fell to the ground, dead, after one bang. Everything went up in a hideous white flash, and then utter darkness consumed his sight. "And they shall die like the scum that they are."

Within the next couple of days, there would be some investigations held to determine if any more traitors were running around without the iron fist of the people's justice, as they called it, guiding them to their deaths. For isn't this all nothing more than the result of the people's justice being at work?

"Whats wrong?" Said Galina to her current lover General Anton Milea

"Iv just been informed by Cigouriva that we have lost contact with our only informant in Yomaka. I guess its safe to assume they have killed him!" He replied

"Well you did say earlier he wasnt getting as much information on the regime as you had hoped" said Galina

"Where were you a couple of nights ago. You seemed to be out for uite a while"

Galina froze and then quickly spat out a story from the top of her head
"I..... Im sorry" she said

"Sorry for what? What did you do!?"

"I was out drinking with Irena and Valentina.... I know I promised I wasnt going to drink anymore and Im sorry" she said

"Oh. Is that all. I thought you were going to tell me you were sleeping with someone else" said Anton

Galina gave a small laugh
"Oh Anton are you such an idiot?" she said giving him an affectionate hug and kiss on the cheek

"Well anyway. I have to meet with Comrade Mehmet and consult with the other generals on new troop positions around the country. Aparently we will be importing a number of North Korean weapons next Wednesday in a cargo ship"

"Is that a fact?" said Galina
"And what path is this cargo ship going to be taking? Its quite a long journey" continued Galina clearly interested

"I think its heading down, past asia and around the base of Africa and then into the mediteranian and into the Black Sea to our little Republic"

Galina smiled
"Well you better get going then" laughed Galina.

Anton left the apartment and quickly Galina scrawled on a small note

'North Korean Arms being transported in a vessel disguised as a simple Cargo Ship passing down Asia, around the base of Africa and then into the mediteranian. It could be a great oppourtunity for your nation to get a group of "Pirates" to disrupt the shipment. The Ship is to arrive in Bulgislavia on next Wednesdaty. From your Yomakan Sympathiser trapped in Bulgislavia'

She then went to the phone and rang her contact

"Oh how we all still miss Provoce" she said which was obviously some kind of cryptic signal word only her and her contact would understand

"More to say have you?" said her contact on the other line

"Yes lets meet up in the usual place" she said and then hung up the phone.

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Curfew came into effect in another hour at 10pm but the streets were still desolate.
She walked down a nnumber of streets and then down that same alley way

"Can you get this note to the Yomakan's?" she asked

The man in the shadows spoke up

"Give it to me but it might be a while before I can get it out of the country. They have tightened up security all over the country and police and soldiers are getting privoledges and bonuses for informing on people not following the rules. I cant even stay in the country any longer and I sugest you work on leaving now its not going to be long before they realize..."

"Wait what has brought this on!?" said Galina in shock

"My friend in the Cigouriva told me it was coming. Currently im on light survelance but I think I evaded them to come here. Look just hand me the note and then get out of here oh and this is from Yomaka" Galina handed the man the note and he handed her the Yomakan note and then quickly left

Some patrolling police men stopped Galina on her way back to her house

"Papers please and Internal Passport" they said

"Papers for what?" she said

"Your within 1 kilomater of the Palace of the Revolution and its past 6pm" replied the police

"Well you see Im a party member and a member in the Peoples Parliament and I have a flat in the area. All high party members and officials have houses in this area you know that!" she snapped

"Well then where is your internal passport?"

"Here" she handed them a small book. The book had to be stamped when ever you left a city and visited another and it contained an ID of the holder. All citizens were required to have one on them at all times.

"Your story checks out carry on" said the police man

She continued downt the street. A new statue of Mehmet Ceau was being erected in a small central area of the wide Avenue and portraits of him were going up along the apartments. HIs face was quickly filling every public place in the country as well as filling the inside of houses, offices and factories

She returned home but was on edge at what her contact had told her. She quickly felt along the wall paper of the lounge and bedroom for any buggng devices

'Thankgod' she thought

She pulled out the Yomakan note which she hid in the sole of her shoe and read it and was pleased at the response

A couple of days passed. Anton was acting quite distant, plain clothed Cigouriva also followed here when ever she was out in public and bank account was frozen she was told that was becuase
"An investigation into the pay of all our party members was taking place and that she will have control of her money when the investigation was over"
She knew the government was on to her.

She rang her contact and asked to meet him in the alleyway.
He sounded extremly on edge but agreed to the meeting.

Incase she ran into more police or soldiers she put on seductive red lipstick and facial makeup and wore a skirt that went down to her knees, black high heels and a black button up top but she left enough room for a clevage.

It was still quite cold outside and she put on a fur coat (Given to her my Anton) Anton was currently in Craasi with a number of other party members viewing over the training of the national Gymnastics team

It was 9:45pm and just outside her neighborhood she ran into police
"Oh well you see Im all dressed up to go to one of my friends 30th, please you must understand Im already running late"

The policeman believed her 100% and let her pass without checking for any ID he was smitten with her hourglass figure and her looks

She eventually made it to the alley. The man, as usual was standing in the darkness.

"Did my note make it to the Yomakans's?" she asked

The man replied. It was a very unfamiliar voice and she was shocked when she heard it

"Why would you be writting notes to our enimies!" it said

She was frozen with fear and she took a step back

"I....I Think you misunderstood me" she said but more Cigouriva agents came from behind and dragged her out into the alley. She screamed and pleaded.

A black van, the only vehicle on the 4 lane street drove by and parked at the side of the street. A couple were walking romantically in the night in eachothers arms and then saw the comotion

"Please Help!" yelled Galina

The couple looked quite horrified then they turned around and walked in the other direction. It wasnt common but the practice of Cigouriva snatching people off the street sometimes in broad daylight did happen.

Galina look around for somekind of saviour. People in the apartments looked out there windows and then closed the curtains. A small girl was pulled away from the window by her mother in another apartment.

She was sealed in the truck and handcuffed. Cigouriva sat around her.

"You have quite a lot to answer for" said one man

"Please.... Is there any way to save myself?" she said Pathetically

The man waved his head from side to side and Galina began to sob softly.

"What will happen to you looks in a labour camp?" said one agent rubbing his hand on her thigh pushing her skirt up

"Vasily! No!" snapped another Cigouriva agent.

Finally the black van stopped. She was at the dreaded Lesecearno the Cigouriva HQ.

She was escorted down a number of bland and empty corridors. It was almost as if she was the only prisoner in the building then she was taken to an interogation room and made to sit on a seat opposite a Cigouriva agent

"Your quite unfortunate being brought here. Especially at this time"

Galina didnt even lift her head at his comments

"You see the Great Comrade Mehmet is worried about Bulgislavia's international image that by January next year we will have to change our interrogation methods to NOT harm the human body. Following East Germany's psycological torture methods instead of pysical methods.... That is why you are unfortunate.... It is not January 2010"

A small table in the corner contained a number of instruments. Two Cigouriva soldiers barged in and kicked Galina off the chair she screamed in fright

"Kneel!" ordered the Agent

She knelt. One of the Agents had a plank of wood and bashed her across the shoulders. She collapsed infront of her and screamed in pain then they grabbed one arm and lifted it up. The main interrogator had a small intrument that had a number of small sharp, red hot wires sticking out of the pad.

He stabed the pad into her arm. The red hot wires caused her to bleed and burn and she screamed in pain

Then after one hour of being bashed around some more she was sent to a tiny cell. It was nothing but a concrete square room with a small toilet in the corner

Lots of time passed but she did not know how much she guessed maybe 5 hours. Then the door opened.

Anton Milea her "lover" was standing there

"Stand up!" he ordered

She stood up shaking with fear

He handcuffed her and led her out of Lesecearno and into military transport.

Anton and her were the only ones sitting in the back. She didnt look up at him but he was staring at her intently

"Why would you betray your motherland like this?" he said

"Because anyway of undermining this system or brining it closer to collapse could keep me sane! Do you honestly want to live in this society for the rest of your life! This worship of Mehmet and the hypocrasy!..." Galina was interupted when Anton Slapped her accross the face

They drove for hours

"Am I going to be executed?" she asked

"As far as the Party knows. Yes you will"

The transport came to a stop. It was now morning.

"Bulgaria is just beyond those mountains. Border guards wont be a problem for you" said Anton

Galina was in total disbelief. The thought even crossed into her mind that this was a Cigouriva trick where they pretended to release you and as you ran to freedom they would shoot you

"Why?" she asked

"Just go!" yelled Anton

Galina got out of the vehicle and sprinted forward. She looked behind her and the transport was driving away a large barbed fence and gate was already behind her.

An hour of crossing the mountains and she was in Bulgaria, in a free country Now she must make her way to YOMAKA

(OOC: Sorry for long post :P)

"Let it be known that the Federation of Ledgersia shall take no action either in support of, or in opposition to, the Armed Republic of Yomaka. The internal affairs of the latter are of no consequence to the Federation, and no form of intercourse between our two states - be it commerce, travel, cultural exchanges, immigration, or emigration - will be abridged by the Federation. From the very beginning it has been Ledgersian policy to cultivate amicable working relationships with all countries, regardless of ideology.

With that in mind, we pledge to never interfere in Yomakan affairs so long as Yomaka never interferes in Ledgersian affairs. We seek neither alliance nor strife, but rather trade and friendship.

We hereby invite Yomaka to establish a diplomatic presence in Ledgersia, and request permission to set up an embassy in Yomaka."

Rufus Obadiah Tothe
Prime Minister of Ledgersia

OOC: For the sake of speeding things up, I hope you will not mind if I speed Galina along to her intended destination.

After what must have been an arduous trek, Galina Petrescu had probably ended up finding her way to Yomaka with nothing but her looks. Whenever she had arrived at the Armed Republic, she was directed to the local customs offices in the area where she ended up - the officers had to see if she was able to enter their nation or not. When it was ascertained that she was a Bulgislavian defector - something very unexpected among them - they shipped her to the capital for a meeting with some local bureaucrats. James White overheard this during his work and decided he would personally meet with Galina, telling the bureaucrats to forget about it. "This should prove to be fun." James said while walking into his office on the day of his meeting, making sure that everything was prepared. When she arrived under the watchful eye of spies, James White had her sent to his office. He smiled and bade her to take a seat. He was looking at her backside for a moment, but then stopped before she noticed. She was sexy in his mind, but that was not the proper behaviour of a man like him. "Welcome to Yomaka, Miss Petrescu. You've been quite the interesting defector around here....."

He smiled and looked over the information gathered about this mysterious woman, admitting to himself that she was very beautiful while doing so, trying not to make himself seemingly focused on this. "Well, it seems you were arrested by the Cigouriva back in Bulgislavia but you were able to escape from them. That's good. Very good. Of course, with your amazing beauty, you could have been in a horrible fate before they executed you. Yeah, I think you're beautiful, and I'd even ask you out for dinner - if this was a different situation - but let's not focus on that. Now, I'm going to make sure you get asylum here....."

He slipped her a card with his personal information on it and smiled. "You may contact me should you seek to become a citizen of Yomaka. This means you will have to pledge your loyalty to our nation's leader, Thomas Anderson, and, well, you'll have to hate Bulgislavia and everything about it....but, then again, I figure that you only hate Mehmet Ceau. Well, I'll make sure that you get the papers necessary for you to claim asylum, Miss Petrescu. Until then, is there anything you'd like to request? Perhaps we could meet over dinner tonight to discuss this further? Don't assume I'm asking you on a date. I mean, well, I think it'd be nice to have a good meal while we make you a new life, wouldn't it?" (OOC: This will probably lead to a relationship between them, as discussed over telegram, Bulgislavia. If Galina decides to go for it, she'll find protection in James because, after all, he is connected to the Great Leader....)

As they were talking, a young and beautiful woman in her mid twenties entered the room with the news of the declaration from Ledgersia. She was the sort of secretary you'd expect to be the infatuation of some lewd businessman. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a modest but simple dress, her long legs mostly exposed to anyone who looked. "Mr. White, we've recieved a letter from Prime Minister Tothe....it seems they want to open relations with us. The Ledgersians, I mean."

James nodded his head and laughed a little. "We'll get down to working on a response to them later....I'm going to be pretty busy with Miss Petrescu for some time. You can just continue working or take a break, whichever you want."

"Yes, sir." The secretary walked out of the room and closed the door while James just continued smiling. "She's a very hard working woman. I'm glad to have her around. Anyways, you're free to stay in this city until the papers are dealt with. I'm going to recommend trying to discover all that you can about this city and Yomaka in general. Indeed, you're going to need some cash....." He pulled out a wad of cash and placed it into her hand. "Use it for museums, restaurants, etc. You're probably going to want to explore this beautiful city of ours. You'll need to. Well, I think that there is not much left to discuss. You're free to go now."

"Set the telemetry to five feet north," the overseer said coolly. As he watched from his seat, the image he was viewing blurred instantaneously, but then began to refocus a moment later, eventually showing the face of a highly attractive woman. "Excellent. Inform either me or the liaison in my absence of any changes". An affirmative was chirped out by the crew working in the electronics pit underneath him. What a simple idea, he thought, walking towards his quarters. The order had come to him nearly a week ago, yet it still confounded him that he hadn't thought of it earlier.

Yomaka was notoriously difficult to infiltrate, of that the international spying community had little doubt; it's very hard to slip inside an iron fist, the old adage went. As such, Zakuvian High Command had a different idea. Let someone else do the work for them. As he keyed in his command authority, the door to his chamber opened and, as he sipped an automatically poured cup of coffee, Intelligence Martial Dagren read the reports being leeched out of the Bulgislavians. Spy on spies, how clever; it would have taken months to train and infiltrate a Zakuvian agent, and Dagren was a little disappointed when he had learned the Bulgy's had done it themselves. He was disappointed, and the rather unsightly bruise on his ego would take a while to heal, but he was elated when he had learned that, due to the somewhat dated infrastructure of the area the Bulg spy was in, a number of communique's were being intercepted. Although he knew that second-hand information is often the worst kind in the intelligence game, the things he had read were both troubling, and not outside of Yomaka's limits.

Executions. Thousands of them over the years. The fact that they were done was nothing of any import, in it's history the Empire had executed tens of thousands, albeit those slain were given fair trials, any of which were a matter of public record. What made these so dubious were that they had all the hallmarks of a political cleansing. Opposition leaders, public celebrities who disagreed with the politics du jour, and the usual bands of 'miscreants' were all dead, according to what they had intercepted. Worse still, it seemed as if the Yomaks were smarter than the average bear.

Even if these 'executions' were made public, it wouldn't matter. Every death could be ruled out as accidental. Suicides, car crashes, jealous lovers, each assassination had been crafted by the Yomaks to look mundane. In fact, were it not for the mortuary roster, or the outright denial of the Yomak government, even the Empire would have overlooked the deaths. The Empire had been overseeing Yomaka, along with a bevy of other 'rouge states', even though Zakuvia was considered one of them.

What set the Empire apart from dictatorships and chaotic anarchy was balance, something the ultra-capitalists and ultra-socialists couldn't hope to achieve. Balance and equality was everything and, if the Yomakians didn't own up to their little game of cloak and daggers, it would take something truly weighty to balance out the scales.

Sucking down the last dregs of his cooling drink, Dagren prayed that the Bulgs and Yomaks would keep playing things smart, and not have to bring such a situation to fruition.