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  1. The Trouble With Being Royalty April 1st, 1971 The heat was suffocating. Today of all days, Maurotopia had been cursed with the most humid heat seen in generations, a heat so insidious it was fit for the deepest pits of hell itself. The sun beamed relentlessly in the cloudless sky, soaking people's clothes through with sweat. Combined with recent events, this heat was the straw that broke the camel's back. The city exploded into riots as hungry people began breaking into supermarkets and took whatever they wanted. Soon enough the city was in pandimonium, with the police and national guard being completely impotent in the face of violent street clashes between supporters of the Davidios and the Albertaños. In the middle of this, two agents of the Agencia Investigatoria Nacional made their way through town to complete their mission, given to them personally by the Prime Minister himself. They simply couldn't fail. It took the agents three times longer than normal to make the drive to the La Blancaseda Estate, which lies in the very outskirts of the city and is surrounded on three sides by untamed tropical vegetation. Upon arrival, the senior agent first used a hankerchief to wipe down the front windshield from any residual vegetables that had been thrown at them on their way across town. He briefly contemplated attempting to make the rest of the car look presentable, but decided it wasn't worth trying. He gestured to his partner, and they both headed to towards the front door. It was imposing and huge, as if it had been made for giants. The mansion it was a part of was built in the neoclassical style and was meant to invoke the look of a slave plantation. Usually, there would be servants going about their work at the front of the house, but today there was nothing. The building stood silent. The senior agent knocked on the door four times, firmly, and then waited. No response. Despite it being the afternoon, the sun was still high in the sky, and the men were beginning to sweat uncomfortably into their dark suits. The senior agent's partner lit up a cigarette to try and get some relief. "Why don't you knock again?" he asked between puffs. "There's no point. If they haven't opened the door on their own by now, they're not going to. Put that out!" his partner responded, unholstering his gun. The junior agent dropped and stepped on his cigarette, and followed suit in unholstering his gun. The senior agent nodded, took a step back, and then kicked the door with as much force as he could muster. To his surprise, the door barely even moved. "This place is a damn fortress" he muttered under his breath, "I guess we'll have to go in like a common burglar". He then turned around and went back to the car. After a few moments, he returned, hammer in hand, and headed towards the nearest window. Winding his arm back, he brought the hammer down unto the window, shattering it into thousands of little pieces, eliciting screams from several places in the house. "AIN! We have warrants for the arrests of Teotiste Almansa and David Almansa!" he shouted, stepping into the house. His partner followed. Inside they found a maid who had dropped the tray she was carrying at the schock of the windown breaking. "Where are they?" asked the junior agent, looking around. The maid opened her mouth to respond: "They're--" "Right here!" a voice came booming down the hall. Both agents turned their heads to the right and saw David and Teotiste, arm in arm, walking towards them. David was dressed in his full military regalia, and Teotiste was wearing a puffy white dress. "Sorry we're late boys, I had to finish my makeup" said Teotiste, flashing a smile. "Where's our ride?" The agents stared transfixed for a moment. Muttering something under his breath about not being a taxi service, the junior agent went and opened the door, revealing their station wagon covered in what appeared to be a whole garden. David gave a heavy sigh, "Even in death, my cousin can't do anything right".
  2. I think this is a wonderful idea! A big climactic battle where the community can come together and finally make Europa's borders make sense,
  3. To: Diplomatic Outreach, EOS Headquarters, Deseti Island, @Orioni From: Secretary of State, Marco Luti On behalf of the people of Mauridiviah, we thank the member nations of the Entente of Oriental States for extending us such a gracious invitation and shall take it into consideration promptly. President Polo has used his constitutional authority to put the matter up to a referendum because of economic concerns, and as a result we will not be able to reply to the invitation at this time. Our official response should arrive by the end of August, as the tentative date for the vote is set at August 14th. We have that if the outcome is in the negative, the nations of EOS will continue to have amicable relations with us, and we further hope that if the result is in the affirmative, the nations of EOS will welcome us with open arms. I will continue to keep you apprised of the situation. Sincerely, Marco Luti, Secretary of State
  4. Mortuus Est, Vivat Rex! March 31st, 1971 "Señor Detro! Señor Detro! Is it true that the Council of Ministers will intervene in the dispute? Who are you considering for the role? Will it be decided by the entire assembly or a committee?" The questions seemed endless. The media's obsession with the affairs of the royal family had led to this quickly becoming the scandal of the century-- indeed, The Feudal Times has already branded this as such. But Prime Minister Detro did not care about that. He couldn't care about that. He had to stop a civil war. He cut through the Charybdis and Scylla of reporters with his entourage of parliamentarians and aides and squeezed into the Legislative Palace. Entering the chamber, he quickly took his seat at the rostrum, and he was once again surrounded by reporters. Thankfully, after banging his gavel a few times, they dispersed, slowly making their way to the back of the room. After a while, the room became simultaneously filled with legislators and noise. The politicians looked around anxiously, worried about a potential shooter or bomber. They murmured of fictitious threats and actors. Finally, Detro banged his gavel three times, prompting a heavy blanket of silence to settle unto the room. "I know this is a very difficult time for all of us, and for the nation, and I know many of you do not want to be here today. However, gentlemen, it is our duty to be here today. We all swore an oath to be here today. We must deal with this horrific tragedy today, swiftly and decisively, or risk our nation's fall into ruin..." April 15th, 1966 "This is a national disgrace," Teotiste Almansa said, whilst sipping her tea. "The ceremony was terrible. The arrogance! I can't even imagine thinking so little of your dear family that you have a lawyer go over the succession laws one more time, just to make sure that they get that a piece of paper says it is legal to steal our throne and honor. It was humiliating! What were our fathers thinking when they signed that wretched pact?" she continued, on the brink of tears. "Indeed, Señorita Almansa, your cousin is one of the most vulgar people that I've had the displeasure of meeting," Gabriel Carmen replied, lazily mixing sugar into his coffee. "He didn't even weep for his brother. He has trampled all over his wishes, it is frankly disgusting." In a flash, Teotiste's posture and composure changed. She had gotten the reception that she'd wanted, and now she revealed her true self. Smiling deviously, she sprung her trap. "What are you planning to do about it, General?" General Carmen's throat snapped shut. He fumbled with his cup, spilling some of its contents before managing to set it down on the table with a loud clank. Avoiding eye contact, he sat there uncomfortably for a moment. "Well... Señora... you know that my oath is to the king--" "An illegitimate king. A fake man. The last thing he deserves is a crown." The general stood up, shellshocked. He thought they were just venting and gossiping, but this... this was treason. "My lady, please... let us speak no more of this." he pleaded. "Look, general, I know you think this is dangerous. But think of the nation, think of your children. Wouldn't it be better for it to rest in my hands, rather than his?" He swallowed hard. She locked eyes with him, a determined look settling on her face. "I... I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you, ma'am..."
  5. Something has happened and I'll need to take some personal time for a while. I might pop in on discord from time to time, but probably not post.
  6. Back again due to popular demand: Round 3 boys! https://forms.gle/HdfQxpoeuKnUrGER8
  7. The Blues March 30th, 1971 "Perhaps I've made a few mistakes in the past," said Mario Almansa, also known by most in the nation as "El Rey" since his older brother Ricardo II had kicked the bucket. The limousine made a turn unto the Boulevard Real, Mario's favorite street. By this hour of the night, it was full of bright and happy lights, and bright and happy people populated the streets. It represented all the progress that had been made since the wars that had filled most of his life. It was the light at the end of the tunnel. And while he did not know it, he was very close to the end of his tunnel. "You know that's not the problem. You know that they think that your mere existence is a problem," replied Alirio Moreno, his close friend and trusted advisor. "They will reject this 'olive branch' as they've rejected all the other ones. Your daddy is simply not their daddy, and that's that." "But their male line died! That's how succession works! It's been so many years, so many arguments, so much bad blood. I'm tired of all of it. Are you sure this won't do? The mansion has THREE swimming pools!" Alirio snorted. It was now very clear that Mario was not trying to convince him that this move would actually work, but himself. "Wow, only three? You're practically leaving them to starve. Give it up, Mario. Your cousins will never like you. Just accept it and move on. Once you stop making a big deal about it, I assure you that their influence will go away quicker than alcohol in your heir's bottle." Mario gave Alirio the stink eye. "How can you be so sure? I'm not. Perhaps your perspective would be different if you were a father..." "I'm happy without a personal hellspawn, thank you," interrupted Alirio. The car stopped at a weirdly lonely red light. Mario looked out the window. He thought he saw a dark figure emerge from an alleyway, and they were carrying.... April 7th, 1966 Mario didn't even cry. He and his brother had been about as close as two old farts can be, sure, but the death had been expected. More importantly, however, the death of his brother meant that the throne of the entire country was his. He was afraid that he was going to die before he got his chance to rule. He'd been dreaming of this moment. However, he knew that it'd be scandalous if he just excitedly squealed upon hearing news of his dear old brother's death, so he just shook his head stoically. The messenger asked if he wanted him to call a car so that he may meet with family. Mario waved him away. He didn't want to see family right now. His cousin Teotiste had always been bitter about the agnatic succession. He didn't really want to defend his claim in front of her for the fifth-millionth time, so he minimized the amount of time spent in family meets as much as possible. Besides, he didn't have time for that. He had a country to run. Mario walked to the phone and punched in the number of the only person he trusted to get everything arranged. "Halo? Fernando?" "Maaaarriiiooooo! Congratulations, errr, my condolences, err.." "Don't worry about it hombre. Listen, I need you to help me out. I'm appointing you my Chief of Staff, and I'm ordering you to fire that marico Alvarez, and replace him with the old guy, Paez. My brother had many talents, but how to run the Treasury was not one of them. Oh, and the army! May God have mercy! We'll start by demoting Carmen and promoting Moreno. I also think that we should cut down on the officer class, it's getting more bloated than me after eating a bowl of carabotas--" "Llanero! Llanero, slow down! We'll get to it all in its time. You won't be king for a week, remember? Tradition. We'll meet then. Enjoy the funeral.... err..." "No way I'm gonna let a little funeral get in my way! Fernando? Halo? Did you just hang up on me?!" Mario stared at the phone for a moment before slamming it down. Fernando was right. He was rushing and not thinking clearly. He walked to the fridge and got himself a six pack. This would clear his head. After all, he had plenty of time.
  8. Eriprando Estis looked at the assembled Senate. It was rowdy and massive, as if he were in a small stadium. As the final stragglers of the 1,153 members of the Mauridivian Senate took their seats, Estis signaled to his Assistant Speakers that it was time to begin the session. The thick roar of over a thousand ensuing conversations between senators, media, politicians, and spectators was suddenly punctured by the loud, simultaneous, and relentless banging of gavels. After about a minute, only the banging and its echoes remained, although it too soon fell silent. Estis took a deep breath, made sure his microphone was working and began to read out the instructions from the day's agenda, "Welcome back compatriots, we shall begin this meeting with the issue raised by the 3rd representative from El Limon regarding religious exemptions on the proposed amendment to the Child Nutrition Act of 2018, and as such I shall now yield the floor to--" "I yield the floor to myself" said a voice behind Estis. Irritated, he turned around to see that it was Diego Polo himself who had disturbed the sanctity of the agenda. "I'm sorry to interrupt the usual business of the Senate but there is an issue that we have been ignoring for some time that can no longer be ignored. Our brave allies are fighting the menace of Derthalen while we sit here benefiting from their efforts. This maniacal organization is the greatest terrorist threat that our country faces in international terms and we are sitting on our comfy chairs discussing the dietary rights of all flavors of vegan children. It is time for this country to take action. Literally any kind of action, just some action. I yield the floor to the leader of the opposition for comment," and thus Diego Polo sat down. Simon Buenavides then rose from his front row seat and, after being given a microphone by one of the aides, turned around to address the whole room. "Well.... uuhh.... the opposition would've appreciated a heads up to this change by the President. Libertad is not willing to back any motion for a declaration of war against Derthalen or any kind of aid to our so-called communist allies. I yield the floor to the leader of the Mauridiviah Independence Party," and with that, Buenavides also sat down. This move was deliberately stepping on the toes of the President in order to allow the leader of the former main opposition party to speak. It was a political miscalculation however, as while once the MIP had been more cautious in their support of military intervention, the wing of the party that now controlled it has never shied away from an opportunity to bring freedom and democracy to the world at the point of a gun. Josefina Josefain did not wait for the aide to give her the microphone, snatching it from the aides' hands she began to address the room. "The Mauridiviah Independence Party has just submitted a motion"-- she shoved a piece of paper into the aides' hands--"to immediately declare war on these monsters and eradicate them from the Eurth once and for all! We will not negotiate with--" "I yield the floor to myself!" Polo said whilst furiously scribbling unto a piece of paper. It was time to do some damage control. "The Bolivarian Party proposes the following amendment to turn the war motion into a non-binding resolution of support for our allies!" Polo stretched his arm to hand the paper to Estis. Estis looked at both pieces of paper. They were both handwritten, one-sentence crude statements. While he technically could choose to not vote on either of these things, or just on the original motion, he knew that Polo would have his head if he did not put his amendment to a vote. "The Senate shall vote on resolution E1 as amended by Amendment A" The Senate, confused, shocked, and itching for a debate, was frozen. The electronic board above Estis' head lit up with the current vote, and slowly, each of the Senators cast their vote within the five minutes allotted. Then, the final tally was in, with the resolution passing 652 in favor and 404 against. Mauridivian Declaration of Support for the Workers' Republic of @Fulgistan, the Grand Duchy of @Limonaia, and the Kingdom of @Seylos The Most Serene Republic of Mauridiviah hereby declares its unwavering support for the coalition composed of the Workers' Republic of Fulgistan, the Grand Duchy of Limonaia, and the Kingdom of Seylos, in their endeavor to emancipate the people under the control of Derthalen and commits itself to provide indirect aid, military or otherwise, to this brave coalition. The Most Serene Republic would also like to express its disgust at all the hypocritical nations who have decided to condemn such a humanitarian effort to defeat the most tyrannical group in recent history. May the terror of Derthalen soon disappear from the face of the Eurth, and may the greatest coalition triumph swiftly.
  9. To: El Ministerio de Relaciones Exteriores del Matriarcado de @Oyus From: El Departamento de Estado de la Serenísima República de Mauridiviah In the spirit of human solidarity, having taken into account Oyus' human rights record, the Most Serene Republic is willing to look past the Batencourt Doctrine and agree to an embassy exchange with the Oyus Matriarchy. It is our hope that this will lead to an expansion of dialogue, tourism, and business between our two nations, as well as encourage liberty and democracy throughout the world. Sincerely, Marco Luti Secretary of State of the Most Serene Republic of Mauridiviah
  10. Fulgistan and Mauridiviah Issue Joint Declaration of Support for RFE SSI If you are listening to this broadcast, do not adjust your radio. Good day. This is Santiago Gutierrez on behalf of Radio Free Mauridiviah, with an internationally broadcast special announcement. This morning the governments of the Worker's Republic of @Fulgistan and the Most Serene Republic of Mauridiviah have released the following joint statement regarding the Parliament of the Sunset Sea Islands' criminalization of RFSSI: "Good people of Eurth. We hope that the recent actions by the government of the Radiant Republic of the @Sunset Sea Islands has opened the eyes of all of your governments as to the state of freedom and liberty in the Radiant Republic. It has become clear that their democratic backsliding, which has been occuring since the tragic events in 2017, is beginning to reach levels that would've been unimaginable just a few years ago. The Parliament of the Radiant Republic has criminalized dissent, with Party Chairman Candidate Gao He Ping calling mere broadcasters "terrorists" and accusing them of "seditious activities". The real terrorists are those who run a regime that slowly choke the inalienable rights and freedoms of their own people with mass survelliance and an expansion of the definition of "criminal". The dictatorship of the Theresa Tumbleweed has now resorted to reviving a concept that had gone extinct in the civilized world: that of sedition. This action alone is worthy of the strongest condemnation imaginable from all free nations, but the legal use of it merits an even stronger, more visceral, response. Free nations should not only strongly condemn the actions of the Sunset Sea Islands, they should be disgusted. Whatever the Radiant Republic wishes to call it, an assault on the freedon of expression of one is an assault on the freedom of expression of all. As such, it is our hope that all free nations of Eurth join the Worker's Republic of Fulgistan and the Most Serene Republic of Mauridiviah in condemning the criminalization and smearing of RFSSI and join us in standing in solidarity with the station. The world must not allow another nation stoop to the level of an autocracy, Eurth has enough of those already. In addition, the Worker's Republic of Fulgistan has advised Radio Free Eurth to send its very own Aidan McNance to the station (with all appropriate protections) to show that the free world shall not be intimidated by the forces of tyranny into submisison. We shall not let freedom and democracy perish from the Sunset Sea Islands. We shall fuel the fire of liberty so that it will forever shine brightly over Thalassa and the world. We do not do this by choice, but because we have to, as we all do, to protect the futures of generations unborn. We will not back down." If you are listening to this broadcast, do not fear. If you can hear us, you are not alone.
  11. Mauridivian Names: Could they get any worse? Mauridivians have always been bad at naming things, from an entire city named after a place to stay for the night to a a silent and useless 'h' at the end of the nation's name, this is nothing new. A new trend has been gaining more traction recently, however: Mauridivians being bad at naming babies. Now, crazy baby names are not a concept. Even under the monarchy, no rules actually governed what name could be placed on a birth certificate, and as such Mauridiviah recieved all kinds of crazy names (such as the names of everyone in the national soccer team) like Yudagirl, Wuteringheights, Nyleven, Jesus Cristo Dios Immortal, and Derthalen Christian Imperial Truth. Recently however, the amount of "unusual" baby names recorded has skyrocketed. The government first noticed this trend when it realized that they had recieved hundreds of birth certificates with the same baby name: Greggor Ivanoff, or just Ivanoff (with Greggorina Ivanoff and Ivanoffia being their female forms). Yes, hundreds of Mauridivian parents thought it was wise to name their children after the notorious Ahranian dictator. The magazine Mauridiviah Hoy asked several of the new mothers why they had chosen such an eccentric name for their child. Here are some of the responses: Manuela Sandras Lama, 28: "Well, I don't really know a lot about like, Avrana, Anora, whatever that place was. I just saw his name on the news once and thought it was a good name. They showed his picture in that sexy orange jumpsuit they make people wear in prison and he looked real strong. So yeah, that's why I called my son Ivanoff." Alicia Santieras Rodriguez, 27: "My husband, Pedro, was just watching the TV one day when his name came up. They were all like 'accused of allowing the killings of thousands' and 'brutal dictator of Orana' but what really caught mi amorcito's eyes was the name: Greggor Ivanoff. He called me over and said 'Look honey, isn't that a beautiful name?' and I looked at it and thought 'yeah'.We named our daughter Greggorina Ivanoff after that." Nina Monagas Veda, 31: "It's simple really. The news media can say whatever they want, lyin' all the time, but I know that Comrade Greggor Ivanoff has been executed and smeared based on lies from the Ahranian opposition. He was establishing true communism in Ahrana and was going to move on to the rest of the world, but the monarchist and globalist scum stopped him. As I know that he was a great man destined for greatness, I have named my son Greggor Ivanoff so that he might aspire to be at least half the man Greggor Ivanoff was." Sometimes we, the staff of The Feudal Times, wonder where we went wrong. Then we immediately answer: The fall of the monarchy. The driver's license of a Mauridivian man, his name in Anglish is "James Bond Zero Zero Seven Carrion Vargas". Photograph by Mariam Lourdes. New Mauridivian Political Party: The Death to the State Party On a quiet day in December 2018 in the town of La Posada, a new party headquarters was registered. It wasn't another chapter of the Republican Party trying to re-grow its support in the area; it was an anarcho-communist movement led by Gustavo Maximo. "We will KILL the corrupt politicians that ruin this country!" Maximo shouted into a crowd of thousands of black-clad supporters on January 11. "There's a spectre haunting Mauridiviah: the spectre of communism. A spectre that is ready burst out and take over! We must fight the power, but the only way to do that, is to infiltrate it, to poison it from the inside, and then DESTROY IT!" This founding of this party signifies a resurgence in the Mauridivian Far-Left, which has been struggling to gain ground since the disastrous rebellion in Sitia in the late 1990s. While some anarchists have critized this rather unorthrodox approach towards achieving an anarchist revolution, Maximo assures that he will achieve a revolution before the end of the next decade and fight fascism. In a recent incident on February 5th, a group of Death to the State counterprotesters attacked Patriot Party protesters. "We've already won several victories against fascists at Sant Juan! We shall ride into this next election with the spirit of those victories!" Maximo weeted after the police reported that it had arrested 48 people and that the clashes had resulted in 3 injured. "Personally, I don't think we have anything to fear from them in the next election," President Polo commented in an interview on newschannel Unionvision. "They're just a bunch of uppity college students who will soon be re-incorporated into society by either our great education system or our great rehabilitation programs." Logo of Antifa, who's banner is often present at Death to the State rallies. Logo by Antifascistaktion.com Government: 'Star Trek: The Klingons Have Done It Again!' is non-canon On Tuesday, January 7th, Secretary of Culture Bozaan Perez finally settled one of the most fiery debates of Wittier history: is the independently-made Star Trek movie canon? "Star Trek: The Klingons Have Done It Again" is a comedy Star Trek spin-off that potrays the United Federation of Planets as a bunch of fumbling idiots overwhelmed by bureaucracy and good-intentions, completely unable to deal with the tricky and witty Klingon outlaw, Ba'el. It was funded by several independent international studios, and was released in 2016, and it soon proceeded to divide the nation. The people on Wittier roughly fall into two camps: those who think the movie is a comedic goldmine and should be made canon, and those who think that it disgraces the franchise and should therefore not be made canon. The decision, however, ultimately falls under the perview of the Mauridivian government. This may seem odd to some of our international viewers, but there's actually a perfectly sane explanation for why the government declares what's canon and what's not canon in Star Trek: they own it. After Juan Raudenbaya died in 1991, legally the exclusive copyright expired and the product entered public doman, however Raudenbaya, thankful that the government picked up his project nearly 30 years before, left the ownership of the franchise to the state itself. How could Mauridivian law solve this contraditction? Well, in one of the first Supreme Court cases in the Republic's history, the court ruled 21-11 that while the government couldn't prevent people from using the work in their works, it did have a final say as to what was canon and what was not. From that point on, it has been the job of the Secretary of Culture to determine whether a new book, movie, or TV Show was canon in the Star Trek universe. This most recent ruling has only re-ignited a debate that has been relentlessly going on for years, with many criticizing the government for not entering the debate sooner and instead choosing to wait until now. And of course, that the government chose to declare it non-canon. The most recent Star Trek logo for the show Star Trek: Discovery. Screenshot by Multicinema Studios.
  12. That's a given. A plane going missing for us would actually be pretty bad and probably get us to look at other strategies such as an overland route through friendly Sayf.
  13. Our aid would be humanitarian and intended for both sides. As such we would usually do an air drop from a plane to prevent it from being captured. That cool?
  14. I would like to offer foreign aid if Aluxia accepts it.
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