"What Madness Is This?" - A Timeline
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I don't expect any of Nappy's old stories to be updated in any shape or form to be honest. He makes a new story, abandons it, starts a new one, then abandons that one as well.
Which is his right, but still...
Wow. I'm actually genuinely surprised to see this thread is even still active, TBH.
I hear ya on that. But wherever @Napoleon53 may be, I hope he realizes that folks out there-myself included-still appreciate his work.....
I hear ya on that. But wherever @Napoleon53 may be, I hope he realizes that folks out there-myself included-still appreciate his work.....
Hey everyone! I want to write a (non-canon) short story about life from the perspective of a NUSA citizen and post it here. Is that something people would be interested in?
Should the story be the NUSA of the second ending or the first?
EDIT: I could also do some similar stories of the Columbian nations, as well as the Tripartiate and the Prussians
EDIT: I could also do some similar stories of the Columbian nations, as well as the Tripartiate and the Prussians
Personally for me it would be the second one but, if you want to do the first that would be ok too.
Well, here it goes. I hope y'all like it and that I did TTL justice. Please let me know if you would be interested in me doing other countries from WMIT as well! Fair warning, it's pretty creepy...
Daily Life in NUSA: Robert Custer Locklear wakes up at 7 AM in his home outside Metropolis, Korea. It's a Monday, so its time to get ready for work. He heads downstairs to see his wife Melinda making eggs and bacon. Yummy. While she cooks, their new PB is blaring the Channel 1 News with Dick Nixon Masters. Apparently the brave men of the 25th ORRA Mechanized are making further inroads into Africa. Back in the Americas, the government has announced that the Western Hemisphere ought to be Irish free in 10 years instead of the previously projected 20. USA!
His 5 children, George, Charles, Emily, Lindsey, and Mary, all come clambering down the stairs. They might be out for the summer, but the Custer Youth Brigade calls! Breakfast is served, and Robert quickly says a prayer thanking God for Custer, Steele, the Oswald Dynasty, America, and the fulfillment of Manifest Destiny. They eat, and the children discuss their planned activities for the day. His eldest Charles has been approached by ORRA for recruitment when he finishes high school, and will be talking to a Lieutenant from the Bad Luck Brigade itself! The wife and him have done a good job raising that boy. The kids finish their food and scramble off to meet their friends at the designated pick up point for their neighborhood. He hangs back for a minute to hear the stock report. The American Asia Development Corporation has just bought the Blackpool private military company. That means he's got a busy day ahead of him....
Melinda drives Robert to the station and gives him a kiss before he heads off. He's just in time to catch the 8 AM train. As the train moves, he looks out the window at the neat rows of houses, the shopping complexes, and the American flags flying everywhere. It's hard to believe that this place used to be an Oriental country! Now, there's nary a Chinaman in sight unless you go to a human zoo. That's the power of God, America, and Manifest Destiny right there! After all, if it wasn't the Divine who granted the White Man this land, who did?
Robert arrives in the Goodyear Tower downtown, where he works. He swipes his ID card and heads straight for the 35th floor, nicknamed the "Senior Junior Executive Floor" by the worker bees. Maybe if they spent less time thinking of insults and more time working, they wouldn't be trapped in the pollution and noise of Metropolis, but would instead live in the suburbs like him. He greets his secretary Betty with a curt nod and heads into his office. He barely sets down his briefcase when one of the girls comes in to tell him that there's an emergency strategy meeting taking place in 5 minutes. Here we go...
The meeting lasts 3 hours. Everyone in this meeting helps run the Colonel Goodyear Colonization Corporation (CGCC) Oriental Division. Their job is to make sure that the Colonel Goodyear Corporation can efficiently, profitably, and safely settle Betters of Society in newly opened territories of the Orient. Philadelphia pays the company a pretty penny for this service, and gives them first crack at resource deposits in the areas they settle. The American Asia Development Corporation has always been a massive rival. Now that they have their own private military, its going to be much harder for the CGEWSF to demolish the AADC's settlements and claim their land. According to Chad, who called the meeting, their director received a call from Mr. Goodyear himself regarding this issue. That's pretty big. Eventually, he comes up with the solution to their problem. The CEO of the AADC is a notorious horn dog. The Company should just find an attractive looking Dago or Paddy woman, doll her up to look like an Anglo-Saxon, and tell her to seduce the shithead if she values her family. They have a spy come in with a camera, snap a shot, and give it to ORRA. Next thing you know, both the girl and the CEO get executed, and the AADC is sold for a bottom barrel price! He proposes this idea, and gets met with unanimous approval.
After the meeting, it's time for lunch. Robert and his fellow executives gather round to eat and swap stories of their weekend adventures. Richard tells the crowd about the "hunting trip" he took into China. Apparently, ORRA is offering $750 for every confirmed kill of an Oriental. Richard and his boys bagged about 25 men apparently. The women they just "had fun with" before letting them on their merry way. "Not that those Oriental gals didn't enjoy it!," he says to uproarious laughter. Next thing they know, a whistle sounds and it's time to go back to work.
The next several hours are spent arranging for the takedown of the AADC. He has to spend 45 minutes just looking through the catalog of Goodyear Immigrant Workers to find a fuckable Inferior. Then, he has to contact the division chief and give him the Paddy's info so he can requisition her from the cosmetics factory she works at in Liberia. Finally, he has to contact some of the company's spies so they can find out the easiest way to bait the fucker. By the end of the day, he's tired, pissed off, and ready to hurt someone. Seeing as there are no Inferiors around, he supposes Betty will have to do. She makes a filing error and he slaps her across the face so hard, it leaves a red mark. She breaks down crying, and he scolds her for her weakness. Dumb woman. Finally, he leaves the office for the day and goes to the station.
On the way, President Oswald II begins his weekly address. Being a loyal citizen, Robert stands with his fellow Americans to watch their Commander in Chief share his wisdom. The President launches into a rant about the "disgusting fucking Slavs" and how the world will never be truly good until every last one has been wiped out. The audience roars out "All Hail!" over and over, saluting until their arms tire. Finally, he can make it to the station. Unfortunately, he has to sit next to Bill Crawford. Bill is a creepy bastard. Always eager to share war stories from his time in France, and to be honest, the level of glee the man feels describing the gore of battle is..... disturbing. Robert always got a very distinctly predatory, almost animalistic vibe from Crawford. Thankfully, the train ride is over, and he can return to his lovely Melinda.
The kids are in the backseat of the car when he arrives. The whole family has to freshen up. The AFC Church is having none other than the Reverend Colonel Jonathan Graham, son of Billy Graham, as a guest speaker! The whole family is just buzzing with excitement. They quickly head inside to freshen up, grab some flags, and then go grab Burgher Consul for dinner. They finally arrive at the church, and are (luckily) able to get decent parking.
The atmosphere inside the church is electric. People are singing Onward Christian Soldiers, Bringing in the Sheaves, and of course, The Union Forever. The kids are waving their flags enthusiastically, while Robert and Melinda start belting out Onward Christian Soldiers. Finally, Pastor Evans asks for calm, and the whole church falls silent. Music plays, and Jonathan Graham comes running out. The crowd goes absolutely insane, screaming "USA, USA USA, JOHNNY, USA, USA!" The Reverend Colonel calms the crowd, holds an AFC Bible over his head, and yells "To Christ the Glory! There is but one true God, and I am his servant!" Followed by an "All Hail!" The crowd returns the salute, and then sits down.
The next 90 minutes are a blur of frenzied jingoism and mob mentality. Reverend-Colonel Graham enthralls the crowd with his magnetic charisma, and hate filled speech against the "despicable Yellow monkeys." Songs are sang, salutes given and received, and anger released. The entire time, the Locklears are watching their neighbors for signs of anything less than absolute enthusiasm. After all, you don't want to live next to some Chinaman loving freak! Eventually, the "sermon" ends, and the crowd files out as The Union Forever booms over speakers.
On the way home, the family discusses their day. Charles tells the family how the Muller boy from down the street got grabbed by ORRA for "subversive statements and actions." Apparently, the kid had questioned why God made the Inferior races if he wanted the world to belong to the White Man. Dumb rascal. They finally pull into the driveway and head inside. The kids go upstairs to wash, while he opens a Republica beer and the wife pops a couple sleeping pills. She offers him a few, and he declines. Probably not a good idea to mix those with the cocaine lozenges he downed to keep himself going at work. They silently sit and watch the PB for a few more minutes. They're doing analysis on the dogfighting match that he missed for the AFC rally. Apparently, Team Durango gave Team New Jersey a hell of a beating. It's 10:30 when the wife goes upstairs to get ready. He stays up to watch the late night business report, and grabs the phone in case he receives any calls related to the AADC or other competitors. Luckily, no emergencies emerge, and after he stands for the PB's blaring rendition of The Union Forever, he heads to bed. He says a quick prayer, silently salutes his portrait of President Oswald II (its mandatory AND patriotic) and drifts off to sleep.....
Robert Custer Locklear
His wife Melinda Locklear, sporting a flag pin for an AFC Women's Club meeting
Their home in suburban Metropolis, decorated for a "Manifest Destiny Achievement" party
The Goodyear Tower
Daily Life in NUSA: Robert Custer Locklear wakes up at 7 AM in his home outside Metropolis, Korea. It's a Monday, so its time to get ready for work. He heads downstairs to see his wife Melinda making eggs and bacon. Yummy. While she cooks, their new PB is blaring the Channel 1 News with Dick Nixon Masters. Apparently the brave men of the 25th ORRA Mechanized are making further inroads into Africa. Back in the Americas, the government has announced that the Western Hemisphere ought to be Irish free in 10 years instead of the previously projected 20. USA!
His 5 children, George, Charles, Emily, Lindsey, and Mary, all come clambering down the stairs. They might be out for the summer, but the Custer Youth Brigade calls! Breakfast is served, and Robert quickly says a prayer thanking God for Custer, Steele, the Oswald Dynasty, America, and the fulfillment of Manifest Destiny. They eat, and the children discuss their planned activities for the day. His eldest Charles has been approached by ORRA for recruitment when he finishes high school, and will be talking to a Lieutenant from the Bad Luck Brigade itself! The wife and him have done a good job raising that boy. The kids finish their food and scramble off to meet their friends at the designated pick up point for their neighborhood. He hangs back for a minute to hear the stock report. The American Asia Development Corporation has just bought the Blackpool private military company. That means he's got a busy day ahead of him....
Melinda drives Robert to the station and gives him a kiss before he heads off. He's just in time to catch the 8 AM train. As the train moves, he looks out the window at the neat rows of houses, the shopping complexes, and the American flags flying everywhere. It's hard to believe that this place used to be an Oriental country! Now, there's nary a Chinaman in sight unless you go to a human zoo. That's the power of God, America, and Manifest Destiny right there! After all, if it wasn't the Divine who granted the White Man this land, who did?
Robert arrives in the Goodyear Tower downtown, where he works. He swipes his ID card and heads straight for the 35th floor, nicknamed the "Senior Junior Executive Floor" by the worker bees. Maybe if they spent less time thinking of insults and more time working, they wouldn't be trapped in the pollution and noise of Metropolis, but would instead live in the suburbs like him. He greets his secretary Betty with a curt nod and heads into his office. He barely sets down his briefcase when one of the girls comes in to tell him that there's an emergency strategy meeting taking place in 5 minutes. Here we go...
The meeting lasts 3 hours. Everyone in this meeting helps run the Colonel Goodyear Colonization Corporation (CGCC) Oriental Division. Their job is to make sure that the Colonel Goodyear Corporation can efficiently, profitably, and safely settle Betters of Society in newly opened territories of the Orient. Philadelphia pays the company a pretty penny for this service, and gives them first crack at resource deposits in the areas they settle. The American Asia Development Corporation has always been a massive rival. Now that they have their own private military, its going to be much harder for the CGEWSF to demolish the AADC's settlements and claim their land. According to Chad, who called the meeting, their director received a call from Mr. Goodyear himself regarding this issue. That's pretty big. Eventually, he comes up with the solution to their problem. The CEO of the AADC is a notorious horn dog. The Company should just find an attractive looking Dago or Paddy woman, doll her up to look like an Anglo-Saxon, and tell her to seduce the shithead if she values her family. They have a spy come in with a camera, snap a shot, and give it to ORRA. Next thing you know, both the girl and the CEO get executed, and the AADC is sold for a bottom barrel price! He proposes this idea, and gets met with unanimous approval.
After the meeting, it's time for lunch. Robert and his fellow executives gather round to eat and swap stories of their weekend adventures. Richard tells the crowd about the "hunting trip" he took into China. Apparently, ORRA is offering $750 for every confirmed kill of an Oriental. Richard and his boys bagged about 25 men apparently. The women they just "had fun with" before letting them on their merry way. "Not that those Oriental gals didn't enjoy it!," he says to uproarious laughter. Next thing they know, a whistle sounds and it's time to go back to work.
The next several hours are spent arranging for the takedown of the AADC. He has to spend 45 minutes just looking through the catalog of Goodyear Immigrant Workers to find a fuckable Inferior. Then, he has to contact the division chief and give him the Paddy's info so he can requisition her from the cosmetics factory she works at in Liberia. Finally, he has to contact some of the company's spies so they can find out the easiest way to bait the fucker. By the end of the day, he's tired, pissed off, and ready to hurt someone. Seeing as there are no Inferiors around, he supposes Betty will have to do. She makes a filing error and he slaps her across the face so hard, it leaves a red mark. She breaks down crying, and he scolds her for her weakness. Dumb woman. Finally, he leaves the office for the day and goes to the station.
On the way, President Oswald II begins his weekly address. Being a loyal citizen, Robert stands with his fellow Americans to watch their Commander in Chief share his wisdom. The President launches into a rant about the "disgusting fucking Slavs" and how the world will never be truly good until every last one has been wiped out. The audience roars out "All Hail!" over and over, saluting until their arms tire. Finally, he can make it to the station. Unfortunately, he has to sit next to Bill Crawford. Bill is a creepy bastard. Always eager to share war stories from his time in France, and to be honest, the level of glee the man feels describing the gore of battle is..... disturbing. Robert always got a very distinctly predatory, almost animalistic vibe from Crawford. Thankfully, the train ride is over, and he can return to his lovely Melinda.
The kids are in the backseat of the car when he arrives. The whole family has to freshen up. The AFC Church is having none other than the Reverend Colonel Jonathan Graham, son of Billy Graham, as a guest speaker! The whole family is just buzzing with excitement. They quickly head inside to freshen up, grab some flags, and then go grab Burgher Consul for dinner. They finally arrive at the church, and are (luckily) able to get decent parking.
The atmosphere inside the church is electric. People are singing Onward Christian Soldiers, Bringing in the Sheaves, and of course, The Union Forever. The kids are waving their flags enthusiastically, while Robert and Melinda start belting out Onward Christian Soldiers. Finally, Pastor Evans asks for calm, and the whole church falls silent. Music plays, and Jonathan Graham comes running out. The crowd goes absolutely insane, screaming "USA, USA USA, JOHNNY, USA, USA!" The Reverend Colonel calms the crowd, holds an AFC Bible over his head, and yells "To Christ the Glory! There is but one true God, and I am his servant!" Followed by an "All Hail!" The crowd returns the salute, and then sits down.
The next 90 minutes are a blur of frenzied jingoism and mob mentality. Reverend-Colonel Graham enthralls the crowd with his magnetic charisma, and hate filled speech against the "despicable Yellow monkeys." Songs are sang, salutes given and received, and anger released. The entire time, the Locklears are watching their neighbors for signs of anything less than absolute enthusiasm. After all, you don't want to live next to some Chinaman loving freak! Eventually, the "sermon" ends, and the crowd files out as The Union Forever booms over speakers.
On the way home, the family discusses their day. Charles tells the family how the Muller boy from down the street got grabbed by ORRA for "subversive statements and actions." Apparently, the kid had questioned why God made the Inferior races if he wanted the world to belong to the White Man. Dumb rascal. They finally pull into the driveway and head inside. The kids go upstairs to wash, while he opens a Republica beer and the wife pops a couple sleeping pills. She offers him a few, and he declines. Probably not a good idea to mix those with the cocaine lozenges he downed to keep himself going at work. They silently sit and watch the PB for a few more minutes. They're doing analysis on the dogfighting match that he missed for the AFC rally. Apparently, Team Durango gave Team New Jersey a hell of a beating. It's 10:30 when the wife goes upstairs to get ready. He stays up to watch the late night business report, and grabs the phone in case he receives any calls related to the AADC or other competitors. Luckily, no emergencies emerge, and after he stands for the PB's blaring rendition of The Union Forever, he heads to bed. He says a quick prayer, silently salutes his portrait of President Oswald II (its mandatory AND patriotic) and drifts off to sleep.....
Robert Custer Locklear
His wife Melinda Locklear, sporting a flag pin for an AFC Women's Club meeting
Their home in suburban Metropolis, decorated for a "Manifest Destiny Achievement" party
The Goodyear Tower
Good work, Murica!Well, here it goes. I hope y'all like it and that I did TTL justice. Please let me know if you would be interested in me doing other countries from WMIT as well! Fair warning, it's pretty creepy...
Daily Life in NUSA: Robert Custer Locklear wakes up at 7 AM in his home outside Metropolis, Korea. It's a Monday, so its time to get ready for work. He heads downstairs to see his wife Melinda making eggs and bacon. Yummy. While she cooks, their new PB is blaring the Channel 1 News with Dick Nixon Masters. Apparently the brave men of the 25th ORRA Mechanized are making further inroads into Africa. Back in the Americas, the government has announced that the Western Hemisphere ought to be Irish free in 10 years instead of the previously projected 20. USA!
His 5 children, George, Charles, Emily, Lindsey, and Mary, all come clambering down the stairs. They might be out for the summer, but the Custer Youth Brigade calls! Breakfast is served, and Robert quickly says a prayer thanking God for Custer, Steele, the Oswald Dynasty, America, and the fulfillment of Manifest Destiny. They eat, and the children discuss their planned activities for the day. His eldest Charles has been approached by ORRA for recruitment when he finishes high school, and will be talking to a Lieutenant from the Bad Luck Brigade itself! The wife and him have done a good job raising that boy. The kids finish their food and scramble off to meet their friends at the designated pick up point for their neighborhood. He hangs back for a minute to hear the stock report. The American Asia Development Corporation has just bought the Blackpool private military company. That means he's got a busy day ahead of him....
Melinda drives Robert to the station and gives him a kiss before he heads off. He's just in time to catch the 8 AM train. As the train moves, he looks out the window at the neat rows of houses, the shopping complexes, and the American flags flying everywhere. It's hard to believe that this place used to be an Oriental country! Now, there's nary a Chinaman in sight unless you go to a human zoo. That's the power of God, America, and Manifest Destiny right there! After all, if it wasn't the Divine who granted the White Man this land, who did?
Robert arrives in the Goodyear Tower downtown, where he works. He swipes his ID card and heads straight for the 35th floor, nicknamed the "Senior Junior Executive Floor" by the worker bees. Maybe if they spent less time thinking of insults and more time working, they wouldn't be trapped in the pollution and noise of Metropolis, but would instead live in the suburbs like him. He greets his secretary Betty with a curt nod and heads into his office. He barely sets down his briefcase when one of the girls comes in to tell him that there's an emergency strategy meeting taking place in 5 minutes. Here we go...
The meeting lasts 3 hours. Everyone in this meeting helps run the Colonel Goodyear Colonization Corporation (CGCC) Oriental Division. Their job is to make sure that the Colonel Goodyear Corporation can efficiently, profitably, and safely settle Betters of Society in newly opened territories of the Orient. Philadelphia pays the company a pretty penny for this service, and gives them first crack at resource deposits in the areas they settle. The American Asia Development Corporation has always been a massive rival. Now that they have their own private military, its going to be much harder for the CGEWSF to demolish the AADC's settlements and claim their land. According to Chad, who called the meeting, their director received a call from Mr. Goodyear himself regarding this issue. That's pretty big. Eventually, he comes up with the solution to their problem. The CEO of the AADC is a notorious horn dog. The Company should just find an attractive looking Dago or Paddy woman, doll her up to look like an Anglo-Saxon, and tell her to seduce the shithead if she values her family. They have a spy come in with a camera, snap a shot, and give it to ORRA. Next thing you know, both the girl and the CEO get executed, and the AADC is sold for a bottom barrel price! He proposes this idea, and gets met with unanimous approval.
After the meeting, it's time for lunch. Robert and his fellow executives gather round to eat and swap stories of their weekend adventures. Richard tells the crowd about the "hunting trip" he took into China. Apparently, ORRA is offering $750 for every confirmed kill of an Oriental. Richard and his boys bagged about 25 men apparently. The women they just "had fun with" before letting them on their merry way. "Not that those Oriental gals didn't enjoy it!," he says to uproarious laughter. Next thing they know, a whistle sounds and it's time to go back to work.
The next several hours are spent arranging for the takedown of the AADC. He has to spend 45 minutes just looking through the catalog of Goodyear Immigrant Workers to find a fuckable Inferior. Then, he has to contact the division chief and give him the Paddy's info so he can requisition her from the cosmetics factory she works at in Liberia. Finally, he has to contact some of the company's spies so they can find out the easiest way to bait the fucker. By the end of the day, he's tired, pissed off, and ready to hurt someone. Seeing as there are no Inferiors around, he supposes Betty will have to do. She makes a filing error and he slaps her across the face so hard, it leaves a red mark. She breaks down crying, and he scolds her for her weakness. Dumb woman. Finally, he leaves the office for the day and goes to the station.
On the way, President Oswald II begins his weekly address. Being a loyal citizen, Robert stands with his fellow Americans to watch their Commander in Chief share his wisdom. The President launches into a rant about the "disgusting fucking Slavs" and how the world will never be truly good until every last one has been wiped out. The audience roars out "All Hail!" over and over, saluting until their arms tire. Finally, he can make it to the station. Unfortunately, he has to sit next to Bill Crawford. Bill is a creepy bastard. Always eager to share war stories from his time in France, and to be honest, the level of glee the man feels describing the gore of battle is..... disturbing. Robert always got a very distinctly predatory, almost animalistic vibe from Crawford. Thankfully, the train ride is over, and he can return to his lovely Melinda.
The kids are in the backseat of the car when he arrives. The whole family has to freshen up. The AFC Church is having none other than the Reverend Colonel Jonathan Graham, son of Billy Graham, as a guest speaker! The whole family is just buzzing with excitement. They quickly head inside to freshen up, grab some flags, and then go grab Burgher Consul for dinner. They finally arrive at the church, and are (luckily) able to get decent parking.
The atmosphere inside the church is electric. People are singing Onward Christian Soldiers, Bringing in the Sheaves, and of course, The Union Forever. The kids are waving their flags enthusiastically, while Robert and Melinda start belting out Onward Christian Soldiers. Finally, Pastor Evans asks for calm, and the whole church falls silent. Music plays, and Jonathan Graham comes running out. The crowd goes absolutely insane, screaming "USA, USA USA, JOHNNY, USA, USA!" The Reverend Colonel calms the crowd, holds an AFC Bible over his head, and yells "To Christ the Glory! There is but one true God, and I am his servant!" Followed by an "All Hail!" The crowd returns the salute, and then sits down.
The next 90 minutes are a blur of frenzied jingoism and mob mentality. Reverend-Colonel Graham enthralls the crowd with his magnetic charisma, and hate filled speech against the "despicable Yellow monkeys." Songs are sang, salutes given and received, and anger released. The entire time, the Locklears are watching their neighbors for signs of anything less than absolute enthusiasm. After all, you don't want to live next to some Chinaman loving freak! Eventually, the "sermon" ends, and the crowd files out as The Union Forever booms over speakers.
On the way home, the family discusses their day. Charles tells the family how the Muller boy from down the street got grabbed by ORRA for "subversive statements and actions." Apparently, the kid had questioned why God made the Inferior races if he wanted the world to belong to the White Man. Dumb rascal. They finally pull into the driveway and head inside. The kids go upstairs to wash, while he opens a Republica beer and the wife pops a couple sleeping pills. She offers him a few, and he declines. Probably not a good idea to mix those with the cocaine lozenges he downed to keep himself going at work. They silently sit and watch the PB for a few more minutes. They're doing analysis on the dogfighting match that he missed for the AFC rally. Apparently, Team Durango gave Team New Jersey a hell of a beating. It's 10:30 when the wife goes upstairs to get ready. He stays up to watch the late night business report, and grabs the phone in case he receives any calls related to the AADC or other competitors. Luckily, no emergencies emerge, and after he stands for the PB's blaring rendition of The Union Forever, he heads to bed. He says a quick prayer, silently salutes his portrait of President Oswald II (its mandatory AND patriotic) and drifts off to sleep.....
Robert Custer Locklear
His wife Melinda Locklear, sporting a flag pin for an AFC Women's Club meeting
Their home in suburban Metropolis, decorated for a "Manifest Destiny Achievement" party
The Goodyear Tower
Anybody in government who tried to establish such an America would end up in prison. Or worse,expelled.
Sure, in our timeline. Hell, I'm pretty sure trying to set up such an America would be tried for Grand Treason; you're breaking the very essence of the Constitution and betraying the heart of what makes America. That's an easy firing squad sentencing (assuming the US still has those, been a while since I checked).
BUT this is an alternate history. This is a severe, grimdark, twisted tale where America, instead of forming peacefully and having the occasional speedbump and hiccup on its way to greatness, turned out a darker, more twisted form, born broken at the start and slowly turning into something only a hardcore NSDAP would love. I mean, you have Iosef Djugashvili as President of the Republican Union at one point, fer chrissakes. That line was crossed so long ago that being a cruel, Social Darwinist nightmare is normal in this world. Nobody in government can make this dystopic nightmare, because the Overton Window for cruelty and atrocity had bottomed out by the 1950s, but even by the late 19th century, it was clear this is not a good or remotely nice setting, so by then it was already a terrifying place.
Thank you for this! I had no idea how to respond. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that even Trump's followers would turn their back on him if he tried to do this, much less anyone else in government. And yeah, a few states still have firing squads, but I could see them bringing it back nationally for something like this
Ok folks. I'm more than happy to do the Columbian nations (Georgia, Virginia, etc) in the time right before the World War. I'm also happy to do Russia, Prussia, and the Tripartite during their Cold War with NUSA. Do any or all of these ideas appeal to y'all?
One thing I have to note is; one guy mentioned that Napoleon may have abandoned this thread. To be honest, it's his choice; we can't hold a gun to his head and force him to do more chapters.
But I have a different question: Should this thread continue beyond side-stories and worldbuilding? From a perspective, it's all over, TWICE. First time, the RU collapsed into a brutal civil war with nukes, followed by a full global nuclear exchange. Civilization had pretty much regressed to the Stone Age, and needed centuries to recover. And that was that; the tale of the dark, twisted America is over, and now it's time for a new human civilization to rise from the ashes. It's Fallout, but with a much lower tech level.
Second time around (i.e. Oswald catches wind of the attempted coup in time), it's even worse. The bad guys, the NUSA, have won. Everyone else wiped each other out with nuclear exchanges, while the *Americans sat back and watched, then moved in when there was nobody left to oppose them. They've been carrying a slow, brutal campaign of extermination and ethnic cleansing ever since, and much like O'Brian's words, imagine a boot on a human face, forever. The face has no strength to fight back, the citizens are apathetic - if not actually participating in the horrors of the regime - and the powers in charge have no real enemies. There are no opposing political parties, no ethnic groups worth mentioning, no possible resistance. As long as foreigners remain, there is a captive target upon which to vent the atrocities and collective spleen of the *Americans.
Then what? More of the same? Watching the face get ground into the dust more by bastards? There's a reason 1984 begins and ends with Winston Smith's story; the world is so bleak, there's nowhere else to go that isn't more of the same. It's not even Wolfenstein: The New Order, because even then there's still a resistance at some level, some infrastructure, and B.J. "Terror Billy" Blazkowicz to burn his way through hordes of German soldiers and robots. In WMIT, it appears (at least to me) that it's pretty much game over.
Should we continue until the *Americans wipe out all non-Anglo-Saxons, and then turn on each other once there's no more prey to be found? It'll be fun to see them do (more) horrible stuff to each other for a change, but either one side wins, or they go for MAD out of sheer spite. Then it's back to the Stone Age, or a silent planet covered in fallout clouds.
Realistically, the only two ways this can end:
1) A major OCP hits their system, like some idiot trying to mutate the HIV virus to kill only Dagos, Slavs, and Irish, and ending up with a non-discriminating superplague that knocks their society on their knees, allowing the rest of human civilization to recover. Or perhaps, in their attempted expansion to conquer the globe, they've overextended themselves to the point that their economy is going on fumes, and just needs one solid smack to tip it over (though I question who's there to deliver it).
2) Aliens invade, either some UFP space-hippies trying to save humanity from itself, or the Coalition of Western Republics (from Ad Astra Per Aspera) show up and conquer them, at which point it's basically "guy out of knowhere clotheslines the winner of the wrestling match and claims victory" shocking swerve. It's fun to see the asshole get his teeth kicked in, especially at the hands of a bigger, meaner asshole, but then it becomes "new bastard takes over, expect more of the same" or "planet burned to a crisp, please load last save game".
3) The surviving human 'nations' get their act together, form a united Alliance, and slowly retake Earth from NUSA. But frankly, I doubt it; in order to find your spine/balls, you need to have a pulse first, and I doubt any of the other nations survived in a form that allows them to fight the *Americans.
While stories would be interesting, I'm just wondering where this TL will go beyond "Well, it got even worse" because at this point, it's like comparing shades of pitch black; it gets hard to tell the difference.
But I have a different question: Should this thread continue beyond side-stories and worldbuilding? From a perspective, it's all over, TWICE. First time, the RU collapsed into a brutal civil war with nukes, followed by a full global nuclear exchange. Civilization had pretty much regressed to the Stone Age, and needed centuries to recover. And that was that; the tale of the dark, twisted America is over, and now it's time for a new human civilization to rise from the ashes. It's Fallout, but with a much lower tech level.
Second time around (i.e. Oswald catches wind of the attempted coup in time), it's even worse. The bad guys, the NUSA, have won. Everyone else wiped each other out with nuclear exchanges, while the *Americans sat back and watched, then moved in when there was nobody left to oppose them. They've been carrying a slow, brutal campaign of extermination and ethnic cleansing ever since, and much like O'Brian's words, imagine a boot on a human face, forever. The face has no strength to fight back, the citizens are apathetic - if not actually participating in the horrors of the regime - and the powers in charge have no real enemies. There are no opposing political parties, no ethnic groups worth mentioning, no possible resistance. As long as foreigners remain, there is a captive target upon which to vent the atrocities and collective spleen of the *Americans.
Then what? More of the same? Watching the face get ground into the dust more by bastards? There's a reason 1984 begins and ends with Winston Smith's story; the world is so bleak, there's nowhere else to go that isn't more of the same. It's not even Wolfenstein: The New Order, because even then there's still a resistance at some level, some infrastructure, and B.J. "Terror Billy" Blazkowicz to burn his way through hordes of German soldiers and robots. In WMIT, it appears (at least to me) that it's pretty much game over.
Should we continue until the *Americans wipe out all non-Anglo-Saxons, and then turn on each other once there's no more prey to be found? It'll be fun to see them do (more) horrible stuff to each other for a change, but either one side wins, or they go for MAD out of sheer spite. Then it's back to the Stone Age, or a silent planet covered in fallout clouds.
Realistically, the only two ways this can end:
1) A major OCP hits their system, like some idiot trying to mutate the HIV virus to kill only Dagos, Slavs, and Irish, and ending up with a non-discriminating superplague that knocks their society on their knees, allowing the rest of human civilization to recover. Or perhaps, in their attempted expansion to conquer the globe, they've overextended themselves to the point that their economy is going on fumes, and just needs one solid smack to tip it over (though I question who's there to deliver it).
2) Aliens invade, either some UFP space-hippies trying to save humanity from itself, or the Coalition of Western Republics (from Ad Astra Per Aspera) show up and conquer them, at which point it's basically "guy out of knowhere clotheslines the winner of the wrestling match and claims victory" shocking swerve. It's fun to see the asshole get his teeth kicked in, especially at the hands of a bigger, meaner asshole, but then it becomes "new bastard takes over, expect more of the same" or "planet burned to a crisp, please load last save game".
3) The surviving human 'nations' get their act together, form a united Alliance, and slowly retake Earth from NUSA. But frankly, I doubt it; in order to find your spine/balls, you need to have a pulse first, and I doubt any of the other nations survived in a form that allows them to fight the *Americans.
While stories would be interesting, I'm just wondering where this TL will go beyond "Well, it got even worse" because at this point, it's like comparing shades of pitch black; it gets hard to tell the difference.
Well....there is a fourth way; The NUSA is taken down in the 1920s after the death of Custer by the Freach and Co. AK even thought about it.
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Interesting analysis, really sums things up.
@Murica1776 I'd really like to see more vignettes like this.