I still think Billy Graham should step down as head of the AFC in the 1960s-1970s period, to be replaced with...…….Fred Phelps.


Gone Fishin'
And of course we need Esoteric Evolaism.
"Our great Caesar's right to rule is divine, and to break the rabble-rousing fascists to His will, He must use the power of atomic weapons that God has granted Him. We will ride to Elysium upon a chariot of fire, fueled by the invincible power of our atomics as their holy light sweeps the Yankee rabble from the face of the earth! We march into battle gladly knowing that it means our death, proudly serving our nation even under the atomic fires in order to win victory and glory while annihilating the American menace in the flames of Armageddon! Glory to Caesar, and glory to the crown atomic that shall announce His reign!"
Love the update (so far)! Any thought to editing this TL into a publishable form when it finally wraps up? Sealion Press could use a bit of Madness!

Indeed! My dream is to one day actually make money for the hundreds of manhours I've sunk into this. lol This would be the "Bible" of the TL, telling you all the major plot elements. Then there could be a whole set of short story compendiums and possibly full-length novels set in this universe. One idea I had was calling it the "Manifest Madness Series." I could write WHATEVER I could want to write. Want to write a crime drama? Why not set it in the Madnessverse? Want to write a love story? Why not give it a twisted spin and also set it in the Madnessverse? I even tossed around the idea of what a potential Madnessverse RPG could be like, D&D style.

EDIT: Also, definitely horror stories as well. Goes without saying. Like Dakkafex's amazing Another Side short story in the Star-Spangled Expanded Universe thread that you should go read right now.



Members of the Wade Hampton Volunteer Brigade strike a pose somewhere in Germania, 1918

And when he gets to Heaven
To Saint Pete he will tell
"One more Cokie reporting, sir,
I've served my time in hell."

The reaction of the greater fascist world to the collapse of Germania into civil war was one of pure, absolute horror and undeniable fear. While the fascist Yankees and Cokies were no longer a part of the Central Powers and they viewed the Germanians as defeatists who failed to completely destroy the Bonapartist menace, they mostly still saw them as like-minded Protestant authoritarians. Former Reichminister Wolfgang Kapp was viewed as a Teutonic superman, resisting the rule of the tyrannical usurping Kaiserin Regent, her oily brother-in-law Grand Duke Leopold Lothar, and the Illuminist hordes.

To understand the foreign involvement, or lack thereof originally, during the Germanian Civil War, we must look back to the date of December 21, 1914, and to the city of Berlin. For several months, Kaiserin Erika had bravely fought off three different rival factions to maintain sovereignty over the empire's beautiful capital city. No matter what the cost, Erika retained enough support that she was still holding onto power. But as the winter of 1914 set in, so too did the bitter emotions of discontent, starvation, and hopelessness. Sweden could not help much, as it was still quite busy policing Denmark, and the Americans were still wrapped up in dealing with their new lands and, of course, hating the Kaiserin and sympathizing with the radically conservative Kapp, so foreign aid seemed very unlikely to come. But at last, due to the events that would unfold on that fateful December day and the firestorm that would follow, foreign troops would finally start picking sides, and this involvement would lead to the creation of the most powerful international alliance in history.

At around noon on December 21, 1914, food riots swept Berlin, bringing the already cripplingly exhausted police force to its knees. As the Kaiserin retreated into the cold corners of the palace to weather the mayhem and await the return of order, "Embassy Row," just a short ride down the Wilhelmstrasse, watched uneasily. Most countries, even minor powers, maintained diplomatic relations with Germania there, including the likes of the Confederation of the Carolinas, Italy, and even distant Australia, and many of their official embassies were located along this bustling throroughfare in the richest part of the ancient Teutonic city. At about 3 pm, Illuminist radicals hurled an improvised bomb across the walls of the Carolinian Embassy, home of some twenty Carolinian soldiers, Ambassador Clyde Gibbs and his family, and an assortment of staff and cooks numbering around ten. When the bomb detonated, it destroyed the parked 1912 Roscoe Motors Rebelle, Ambassador Gibbs personal car, leaving only the two military trucks parked nearby as accessible escape vehicles. Soldiers let loose with their bolt actions through the fire and haze, killing several attackers. As the terrorists dispersed into the nearby alleyways as the embassy's warning sirens blared, Gibbs was on the phone with the chief of police, Wilhelm Haas, demanding action be taken. In a move that infuriated Gibbs, Haas hastily informed the gaunt, long-faced ambassador that, as much as he would like to help, rioters were overwhelming his officers in another part of town. Furious, Gibbs slammed the phone down and comforted his children, who were very distressed at the loud noises and fire. He told Luke, age 8, and Priscilla, age 11, that everything was under control and the soldiers would protect them.

Alas, the attack was just a taste of what was to come. At about 3 pm, Gibbs saw increasing numbers of nearby protestors carrying signs with slogans like "Fascists Go Home," and "Death to America," and made a decision to vacate the embassy and make a run for it in the remaining trucks to the aerodrome about ten miles to the south. But before they could pack up, swarms of rioters carrying Illuminist banners began to try to scale the fence. After a few warning shots, the soldiers once again opened fire with their rifles, forcing the invaders back to the ground and leaving ten more dead bodies at the bottom of the iron fence. Instead of fleeing this time, however, the rioters grew more and more furious and bloodthirsty, with several throwing shamrock shakes over the walls and setting the roof of the embassy on fire. Panic spread to all inside and the soldiers pulled up a Yankee-built Colonel Pierce coffee grinder and set it up on the embassy portico. Without hesitation, they began spewing hundreds of rounds into the crowds, the water-cooled gun glowing red-hot as the attackers shrieked and fell, blood running through the cobblestones. Mangled bodies of the dying littered the street, some desperately seeking help. None came. The crowds began to pull back, terrified of the devastating blasts of the Colonel Pierce. Pistol in hand, Gibbs led his family and his staff toward the trucks, firing his pistol as he walked, his thick, knee-length black leather winter coat contrasting with the field gray uniforms of the troops mowing down the attackers. The staff members were absolutely mortified, as was his family, and they ran with their hands over their heads toward the trucks.

Just then was when the engine could be heard. A large autocarriage was hurtling toward the iron gate of the embassy at breakneck speed. When it finally arrived, its driver threw himself out of the truck and ran for his life as the grinder team tried to blast him to pieces. Immediately, Gibbs knew the beat-up delivery truck was a bomb. Seconds later, it went off, detonating like a huge pipe bomb and sending shrapnel in all directions. Through the smoke, Gibbs could see five of his guards and three of his staff members dead. With the gate now blocked by the wreckage, the only way out via a vehicle was gone. They were trapped. Letting loose a barrage of rounds from his pistol, Gibbs frantically ushered his people back into the three story brick building, the guards on the grinder still providing covering fire.

"This is a g*ddamn massacre and a coordinated assault!" screamed Gibbs as they rushed back inside. The sound of the gunfire echoed off the white marble floors and high ceiling of the embassy atrium. Several soldiers were laying on the floor, clutching shrapnel wounds. The mobs were beginning to scale the fence on all sides of the compound, well out of range of the lone grinder on the porch. Gibbs once again tried to call out of the compound, but the phone lines had been cut. A desperate and increasingly hopeless Gibbs threw down his pistol and took a shotgun from one of the wounded. He took a puff from a cigar and said a quiet prayer, knowing they were likely about to die or worse. He told his family to be brave and handed his staff weapons, even his trusty elderly negro manservant Buckley receiving a pistol. As the grinder team pulled back inside, overwhelmed, the mobs finally entered the mansion proper.

Despite the best and most valiant efforts to resist, the Illuminists broke through the defenders and began butchering the soldiers alive. Soon they were upon Gibbs and his family. But instead of killing them, they began dragging them out of the building, brutally beating and shoving them out onto the street. A huge crowd of jeering onlookers laughed and shouted as the ambassador and his family were goaded through the streets with billy clubs. The Republican Union's embassy next door had been vacant since last summer, but the other nearby embassies watched in horror and boarded up as the mobs brutalized the innocent family. At 8 that night, the Illuminists at last grew tired of their sport and forced the family and surviving staff members back inside the embassy and into the basement. There, a firing squad massacred the entire group. The next morning, Gibbs head, and those of his wife and children, were mounted on pikes near the wreckage of the truck bomb. Violence grew so extreme in the capital that the Kaiserin fled to Finland, one locale which had staunchly refused Illuminism, and set up her government in exile in Helsinki. Grand Duke Leopold Lothar took this as an invitation to rule and immediately marched his army to Berlin, only to be met with Illuminist mobs. He was unceremoniously killed in the fighting for control of the capital on March 20, 1915, when a mortar landed on his position. Only Wolfgang Kapp remained to fight the Illuminists.


Illuminist revolutionaries march through the streets of Berlin, proclaiming the Second Enlightenment as severed heads line the Carolinian Embassy walls

Kapp was quick to announce that Finland, at least for now, could go its own way. As he was now the only conservative leader of note remaining in mainland Germania, he saw it as his job to unite all of the right against the Illuminists, but he knew he couldn't do it alone. He needed foreign aid to fight on. He only held the western regions of the country, those that were quite conservative and feared the godless Illuminists and their anti-clerical beliefs. Kapp mustered up every able-bodied man he could and begged the people to hold the line. He would not be alone for much longer, however. The reaction back in the Confederation of the Carolinas over the Embassy Massacre was pure rage. Marches in the streets of Charlotte, Raleigh, Nashville, and even in Jacksonland demanded justice for Gibbs and his people who were murdered in that cold basement after being led through the streets and beaten to a pulp. Chancellor Johnny Gamble knew that dealing with this problem quickly would make him appear stronger and less like a Yankee boot-licker in the eyes of his people. So on April 1, 1915, he addressed the nation and called for the creation of the "Wade Hampton Volunteer Brigade."

"Those blood-thirsty heathen terrorists that murdered our beloved ambassador, Clyde Gibbs, and his little children, wife, and the entire staff of our Berlin Embassy, need to feel the cold, hard wrath of the people of the Carolinas! We are a gentleman's republic, founded upon principles of peace, prosperity, and goodwill. When our ambassador, an emissary of peace, is torn to shreds in cold-blood, though, y'all are going to see a different side of the Cokie Man! We fought a damn war against powers thirty times our size and won! We ain't gonna sit by while a bunch of pea-brained terrorists kill our people! That's why I think we need to take a little trip, just like Ol' Hickory would have done, to go teach these bastards a lesson. Wolfgang Kapp, a true gentleman of Christian conservative persuasion, is fighting alone against these terrorists, fenced in from every angle and on all sides. We cannot let this beacon of light be extinguished! That's why I am speaking to you, my fellow countrymen, today, to announce the creation of the Wade Hampton Volunteer Brigade! Any able-bodied man aged 16 or older can take himself to the nearest recruiting station and enlist to go fight for Wolfgang Kapp and give us justice for our fallen heroes of the embassy. They done went and riled us up, boys! Let's go wup 'em! Hark the Sound!"


Chancellor Gamble circa 1920

This wasn't the first time that Cokie volunteers went spelunking in Europe, as the Carolinian Ulstermen Battalions had served in the thick of the fighting in Northern Ireland, spear-heading Churchill's attacks on the Catholic bastion. They were renown for their absolute fearlessness in combat and willingness to sacrifice themselves for the success of the attack. Over 70 percent of the Ulstermen Battalions didn't make it home. Now, hordes of men were begging for a chance to go fight the "Owls," as they called the Illuminists because of their Minervan banners. After a training period of about two months, the Wade Hampton Brigade shipped out, bound for Europe. Sweden invited them to land in Denmark and march to Germania from there. In Sweden, grateful people offered them supplies and more weapons, and about 1000 Swedes actually joined the Brigade in one of the strangest units in military history. When they arrived in Hamburg, one of Kapp's biggest centers of support, they received a warm welcome from the crowds of anti-Illuminists. The people were now flying Kapp's Iron Cross banner, rather than the traditional flag bearing the Hohenzollern-Wettin Black Eagle, along with the Cokie Moon-and-Stars. It would not be long before the men would see action, fighting in Magdeburg and Dessau in July and August 1915, going into battle blasting the Carolinian anthem, "Hark the Sound of Free Men's Voices," and letting loose their infamous "Yee Yee!" warcry (even the Swedish volunteers had been trained on how to perform the cry). This helped stem the tide of the Illuminist advance, handing them their first defeat in months.

Meanwhile, General Tommy Jones, the Governor of Carolinian Jacksonland, sent warnings to Charlotte and Leipzig that neighboring Germanian Mittelafrika needed support. Rather than Illuminists, black Africans had started to rally behind the bloody "Congo King," Opulo Odika, who wished to make himself emperor of Mittelafrika. Fearful of losing valuable colonial holdings, Kapp, now calling himself Reichsprasident of the Republic of Germania, offered a portion of southernmost Mittelafrika to the Confederation, allowing them access to the Indian Oceans, if they would support the beleaguered Germanian colonial forces. In October, 1915, the Army of Jacksonland moved in with a general advance along the entire border. A sharp push eastward drove all the way to the opposite coast by January of 1916, and there General Jones announced the new territory of Yonderland, with himself as territorial governor. The narrow strip connecting Jacksonland with Yonderland was known as the "Carolinian Corridor," and this saw most of the continued fighting for the next few years.

Kapp was, by now, so engrossed in fighting the Illuminists, who were also beginning to trickle in from Russia, Ukraine, and other eastern regions to support the Polish and Germanian revolutionaries, that he realized he would have to make a call on Mittelafrika. He no longer could afford to maintain complete control over the region while still holding back the Owls. Thus, in early 1917, he ordered Reinhardt von Bachenheim, the acting colonial governor of Mittelafrika, to set up his own sovereign government in the region. Von Bachenheim had recently taken the administrative mantle after the former governor, Leopold von Egk, had been ousted for attempting to back the Kaiserin, an unpopular figure in Mittelafrika. This move by Kapp to allow, or even encourage, indendence was nothing short of extraordinary to most of the world, as a Western power had never before relinquished control of a large colony to an independence movement of any sort since the British had in the Thirteen Colonies. Von Bachenheim proclaimed himself "Fuhrer," or "Leader," of the "Mittelafrikan Reich," and that same new Fuhrer immediately opened up diplomatic channels with the fascist bloc, seeking further foreign aid and supplies to keep his country's white minority on top. Even many American blacks viewed many of the African tribes as "uncivilized inferior pygmioids," their blood having mixed with "degenerate Mohammedans and Hispaniards." Von Bachenheim also warmly welcomed the Carolinians in to fight the black revolutionaries and used their seemingly genetically-coded fear of blacks to his advantage. Opulo Odika would continue his struggle to crown himself monarch of the greater Congo region indefinitely, his supporters striking at night and disappearing into the jungle. Many foreign mercenary armies were brought in over the years, such as the contracting of Graypool Protection Services of Texas to oversee Mittelafrika's massive diamond and oil facilities and keep them safe from the native warlords.


Carolinian and American volunteers fight black rebels somewhere in Mittelafrika, 1917


Flag of the Mittelafrikan Reich


Fuhrer Reinhardt von Bachenheim

This opened up an especially dark chapter of African history. In retaliation for the revolts, von Bachenheim's troops, along with many Cokie, American, and even some English and Dutch volunteers, began to absolutely brutalize the black indigenous population of Mittelafrika while the international community, so devastated by the war and caring little for the fate of some far-flung, near-illiterate African tribes, did nothing. Known as the Handhunters, the foreign troops were asked to bring wagons full of rebel hands to the Mittelafrikan capital of Kappsburg, on the western coast. Each hand would be exchanged for what the Republican Union would know as somewhere around 100 dollars. Mittelafrika became a favorite stomping ground of trauma-wracked, mentally-unbalanced veterans of the Great World War, many of whom were supremely psychotic and took out their rage and hatred of the world on the African people. Another interesting development, in the Chinese sense, was the recent arrival of Pentagon Oil "territorial appraisal crews," who were there to chart out valuable resources in the Reich. Rudolf Kuhn, CEO of Pentagon, had been snubbed not long before by the other Union Economic Clans, when they ripped him of his near-monopoly on American oil. Here in the newly-independent Reich, he saw new opportunities to use Africans as basically slaves, working long hours at oil pumps, rubber plantations, and in diamond mines. Kuhn never got over his defeat back in his home country, however, and even the exploitation of thousands of Africans couldn't sate his ego until the day he died in 1920. When that happened, von Bachenheim announced that Pentagon's facilities in-country would be nationalized and seized. In order to maximize profits for his own nation, he placed Hans Wiedman's Wiedman Industries in charge of the nationalized derricks, rubber farms, and mines. The American Banking Clan moved in in 1921, offering to help modernize Mittelafrika's economy. With the tide of foreigners and those fleeing the war in Germania, Mittelafrika's population would grow quite large by the 1930s, but contained a worrisome number of unstable psychopaths, encroaching Cokie settlers, and criminals.

But back in Germania, business was the last thing on anyone's minds. First and foremost was killing everything in sight, followed by burning it down. Despite his best efforts, Kapp could not track down the cunning Illuminist Grand Master, Otto Werner, and the "Devil Jew" continued to lead his "People's Revolution" from hiding. For a brief time, beginning on August 3, 1918, Kapp and his army actually took Berlin and victory seemed certain. For forty days, Kapp's forces brutally slaughtered and murdered every Illuminist they could find. In particular, the Wade Hampton Volunteer Brigade enacted brutal vengeance upon those who had dared to defile their embassy, and by "those who had dared to defile their embassy," they really meant "anyone who wasn't throwing roses before their conquering boots." Over 5,000 men and women were executed by firing squad during the occupation, before a new force of Illuminist reinforcements from the east sent Kapp and his international coalition back westward.

By 1920, all parties were exhausted, with Germania having been at war since 1911. Eleven years of constant bloodshed had devastated the population and reduced the "economy" into a joke. There was increasingly less to fight for. Kapp once said, "I may win this war. But I may win a pile of ash." Also at this time, Kolchak was defeated in Russia, spelling a total end of anti-Illuminist activity in the east. Kapp knew that if he did not do something soon, all could be lost as the Russian hordes swept west. But the Russians did not desire to continue fighting either. They had lost millions upon millions in the past decade, and they had no desire to persist if it could be avoided. Like in Ireland several years before, and uneasy truce was called, with neither side admitting defeat, merely wanting a respite from the bloodshed. From that point on, Hamburg became the capital of "West Germania," the Germanian Republic. Volksburg (formerly Konigsberg) being the capital of the Illuminist People's Republic of Germania, or "East Germania" to the English-speaking world. Berlin hung precariously in the middle as the Berlin Free State, a supposedly neutral "demilitarized zone." The Hohenzollern-Wettins still ruled in Finland as the "Empire of Germania," but by now the monarchy had little support inside Germania proper, and many now viewed Erika as the reason for the entire mess. And thus began one of the most uneasy truces in history, as three incompatible factions agreed to at least breed a new generation of soldiers before once again continuing the slaughter....
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“I heard you like Germania so I made you three”

I imagine Finland (aka North Germania) is probably going to fall into the the Swedish sphere of influence and who will probably be acting as the go-between for Kapp and Erika opposing germanies. Germania has become ger-Many
(I’ll show myself out for that joke)
And for those of you who remember me mentioning a League of Nations, yep, we're drifting toward the next chapter being about the fascist-leaning world finally coming together, from Australia, to Holy Nippon, to Mittelafrika, to the Carolinas, to Britannia, to Norway, alllll the way to Philly-delph-i-a.

Also, expect a visit from everybody's favorite failed artist very soon.
Actually what happened to bohemia? Is it an indipeendent country or was it absorbed by another faction?
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My God, what a mess. The Empire of Germania split in three parts, thousands of innocents dead, and another uneasy truce. Europe truly has become a slaughterhouse. Poor Gibbs family, just innocents in the wrong place. This is another proof that the Illuminists are no better than the monsters they claim to fight.
My God, what a mess. The Empire of Germania split in three parts, thousands of innocents dead, and another uneasy truce. Europe truly has become a slaughterhouse. Poor Gibbs family, just innocents in the wrong place. This is another proof that the Illuminists are no better than the monsters they claim to fight.

Technically four parts, lol. I did one last edit mentioning the neutral "Berlin Free State." "If I can't have it, no one can."

Unrelated, I'm now imagining film noirs set in Mittelafrika. "Of all the wretched hives of scum and villainy in the world, why'd you have to walk into mine?" *hits hookah and sips from a beer stein*
Even many American blacks viewed many of the African tribes as "uncivilized inferior pygmioids," their blood having mixed with "degenerate Mohammedans and Hispaniards

One of the least ‘pure’ African population justify a genocide in Africa because they aren’t African enough. Poor African. they really won’t catch any breaks...


Chancellor Gamble circa 1920

Oh no he is hot

Rudolf Kuhn, CEO of Pentagon, had been snubbed not long before by the other Union Economic Clans, when they ripped him of his near-monopoly on American oil. Here in the newly-independent Reich, he saw new opportunities to use Africans as basically slaves, working long hours at oil pumps, rubber plantations, and in diamond mines. Kuhn never got over his defeat back in his home country, however, and even the exploitation of thousands of Africans couldn't sate his ego until the day he died in 1920.

I see see that Texas desire forTexas Tea is far from over.

Great chapter I wonder who the Empire is going to side with, the Central powers are practically nonexistent by this point.
Technically four parts, lol. I did one last edit mentioning the neutral "Berlin Free State." "If I can't have it, no one can."

Unrelated, I'm now imagining film noirs set in Mittelafrika. "Of all the wretched hives of scum and villainy in the world, why'd you have to walk into mine?" *hits hookah and sips from a beer stein*

5 parts actually, don’t forget Poland is independent
Steele now has the excuse to push for full on fascism in the Carolinas - the severed heads atop the embassy.
Do you dare suggest that my countrymen need Joe Steele and his fascism to be murderously insane genocidal imperialists with a special hatred for the Loomie Anarchist Aggressor Traitor Heathens? That's insulting! We can ascend to that level of Madness without his Yankee claptrap, thank you very much! HARK THE SOUND!