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Planes began to drop out of the frigid, cloud choked skies like stones. The brilliant red beam that had surged forth from the icy antarctic interior swept through the formation of jets like a scythe through a field of wheat. The planes that didn't immediately explode from their fuel reaching combustion temperatures either were cut in twain by the beam itself or torn apart by the resulting shock wave.

The few planes left intact were left so only in the most tentative of senses. Wings and entire lengths of fuselage peeled off them as they plummeted downwards, flames and smoke pouring from their engines. Passengers and equipment alike were sucked out into the deathly cold air as cabins depressurized

The planes that were lucky hit the water, crashing into and quickly sinking beneath the crashing icy waves not far from the 'beach'.

Most however struck land. Slamming nose first into the rock hard ice and exploding in screaming balls of fire and steel. Even the successful crash lands broke the planes apart, leaving trails of fire, aluminum, and bodies strewn behind them before they eventually came to a stop.

Brown watched, wind whipping past her face, as the frozen white and blue land below was lit up by flashes of orange and red fire.

She had been, like so many others, sucked out of the plane she had been riding in. Unlike so many others free falling towards the Earth however Brown was excited at her predicament.

The plane ride had been agonizingly boring. So much so Brown had taken a seat near the emergency exit, the large red sign and large warnings all over it tempting her to make a quick exit from the plane at the nearest opportunity.

The doctor, Jonas, however had noticed this. Brown had been saddled with a parachute long before any danger to the planes was apparent.

Anyone else would have considered the parachute a blessing, but Brown barely registered the life saving pack strapped to her back she she shot head forward towards the ground.

Ever since the fight in Rio, Brown had been left to stew. Though she had helped to defeat the giant machine that attacked the stadium...that's all she did. Helped. Her ultimate technique had failed the first time and only reason she could try again was because of another Nomad's pity.

That fact had not left her mind since.

It ate away at her, filling her with a greater sense of weakness and self-hatred then she had felt in years.

Brown had been left with that feeling since Rio, left to stew and ruminate as she healed and traveled with Jonas and the others.

She only boarded the plane because she sensed that she was heading somewhere where she could face a challenge. To once again throw herself into the fray and prove to not only herself, but everyone else, that she was anything but weak.

So as Brown fell, the cold uncaring Earth racing up to crush her, she basked in the thrill of it all.

Because she did not see the scene before her as something to survive.

Brown saw it as a challenge to overcome.

And she was done losing challenges.

Grinning Brown closed her eyes and concentrated. Even as the freezing wind bit at her face and swept through her ragged clothes, Brown focused on her heart rate and 'reached' within side herself. She focused on the mental image of a kettle on a stove. A brilliant heat was beneath the kettle, growing larger and more fierce the longer she concentrated.

"Giga...TUMMO!"

Brown's eyes snapped open, her nostrils flaring as a rush of steam gushed outwards.

Her internal body temperature skyrocketed to the point her skin was giving off steam in the below-zero antarctic

"With my body temperature high enough I should be able to melt clean through the ice on contact. I can hit the ground, melt through, and gradually slow down. I don't need to rely on a parachute. I don't need to rely on anyone. I am powerful! I am capable I am a NOMAD!"

Trailing steam as she dropped Brown spread out her arms, angling herself feet first towards ground.

Brown's heart raced as the ground came closer and closer. Already she could envision her impact, ice liquefying at her touch, her body plunging deep into the ice sheet, her strong arms and legs reaching out to slow her descent...

As she fantasized however Brown began to notice the more subtle color differences of the ground beneath the the closer she got. It wasn't just whites, it was grey, light blues, and blacks. A surprising amount of black colors in fact. Long wide sheets of black carefully hidden beneath the snow. If she didn't know any better those were rocks.

"Rocks?" Brown asked herself the gears in her head turning as realized she was not staring down at an ice sheet...but rather a cliff of solid rock merely covered in ice.

"ROCKS!"

Eyes wide with horror Brown quickly reached up and pulled the cord on here parachute. A long strip of sleek fabric was ripped from the big, wired connected to the backpack pulling taught as the parachute caught the wind. Brown felt herself jerked backwards as the wind resistance began to slow her rapid fall, but the ground was already racing to greet her.

Mere feet from the ground Brown did the only thing she could do and leaned forward. As soon as her feet touched the ice laden stone Brown threw herself forward into a roll. However her shoulder struck the ground first and a distinct inwardscrunch shook through her body.

Bouncing across the ground, the parachute tangling around her body, Brown rolled forward twenty solid feet before coming to a stop.

Several moments passed and Brown remained still on the ground.

Water began to pool around her body as her increased body temperature melted the ice, causing her to sink an entire inch until she was lying on solid stone.

Slowly Brown stirred, pushing herself to her feet and pulling the tangled parachute off her body.

Her right arm hung limply at her side her shoulder sunk downwards at a clearly unnatural height. Despite the grievous injury however there was no expression of pain on Brown's face. Her expression was blank, her eyes as cold as the antarctic ice around her, and her breathing was heavy.

Looking out at the icy wasteland as the others began to land Brown took a single, deep breath.

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Brown threw her head back and screamed.

Pulling her left arm back she smashed a fist into her right shoulder which popped back into place with another disgusting crunch. Wincing as her dislocated shoulder was set back into place, Brown rolled her shoulder experimentally before using both hands to rip the parachute off of her.

Balling up the parachute Brown ran to the edge where the ice dropped off into the see and threw the parachute angrily towards the depths.

Seeing the chute tumble downwards only to be caught in the wind and whisked away did nothing to ease the torrent of emotions inside Brown.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, literally steaming, Brown looked over her shoulder and into the distance where the strange tower stood.

With gritted teeth and clenched fists Brown began to move forward towards the tower. As she did so she glanced around and noticed something odd.

"Didn't someone on the plane say something about MAVERICK reinforcements? There were a bunch in the planes but didn't some come by boat? I thought they were supposed to be here before us..."





"Move, move, move!"

The motors of the bright orange inflatable lifeboats died a few feet from the shore, their momentum pushing them through the ice laden water enough for them to reach the frozen beach. As soon as the soft orange tips of the boats touched solid land the MAVERICK agents piled inside began to throw themselves out. At least twenty armed men arrived at the beach, quickly pulling their boats ashore and unloading the supplies they had brought.

Off in the distance a large naval vessel stood, its forward in the air pointed towards the cloud choked sky as it was slowly pulled beneath the waves. A few of the MAVERICK agents and the accompanying soldiers looked over their shoulders, both desperate to forget and curious about just what had split their ship in half with such horrifying ease.

"We don't have time to dick around, finish unloading the supplies and get ready to move! You all saw what just happened to the planes. We could be the only survivors! We're going to move and attack that damned tower in 5 minutes. So move your asses!"

One particular MAVERICK agent, a veteran covered head to toe in thick riot gear, towered over his supposed comrades and barked orders. He stared out from behind the visor of his helmet, hands coiled around his rifle as he looked out into the distance where the metal tower could be seen. None of the other MAVERICK troops were willing to complain with the Veteran looming over them, a large Bowie knife strapped to his shoulder.

One particular MAVERICK agent, farthest from the rest, struggled with a large plastic crate which he quickly dropped into the snow. He groaned, his breath visible like steam in the Antarctic air. Already he couldn't feel his face. Slowly he began to undo the tabs of the supply create, muttering to himself as he did so.

"Ugh, god. I'm almost glad to be outside even if it is cold. The inside of that ship was so cramped!"

"Yeah, its even more cramped in this crate. It's so great to be outside!~"

The soldier lifted the lid just as the voice reached him. Staring down into the crate the MAVERICK agent saw a pink haired girl with rabbit ears. She was sat in the crate where 250 MREs should have been, her knees pulled to her chest and curled up to fit inside.

The girl simply stared up at the soldier from inside the create. Her smile was wide and she actually gave a small wave at the man who had released her. Yet something about her piercing red eyes churned the man's stomach.

"What the actual fuck-"

As soon as the words left his mouth the rabbit girl's eyes seemed to dilate.

He opened his mouth to shout, to announce what he had found to the others, but try as he might no sound would leave his lips.

Blood poured from his throat and down his chest as the girl ripped the knife she had driven into his jugular out.

It had happened so fast the man's body required a moment to feel the pain of the injury. The man stumbled back, hands going to his throat, gurgling and struggling in vain to breath before collapsing onto his back in the snow.

Dead.

By the time the other MAVERICK agents on the beach noticed one of their own on the ground, the rabbit girl had already climbed out of the box.

She stretched her long arms over her head, arching her back and getting a few soft pops as her body as she did so. Dropping her arms she opened her arms and stared down at the beach at the twenty or so armed men turning to face her.

"Oh boy, this is going to be so much fun! Its feels like forever since I got to play with you." The Rabbit exclaimed, drawing a pair of knifes from her rear.

"CONTACT, CONTA-"

Bending her legs Parsnip kicked off the ground, shooting down the beach as if launched out of the cannon.

Arms outstretched Parsnip swung at the MAVERICK agents she passed, who had begun to fire on her previous position.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Her blades swept through the men, meeting no resistance as they effortlessly glided through flesh, bone, and fat.

The Rabbit's momentum slowed and she slid to a stop along the icy ground. The men she had passed erupted in showers of blood, severed arms dropping into the snow and torsos splitting open releasing clouds of steam from their exposed organs.

The MAVERICK agents who had hesitated at the sight of her began to fire in full auto, throwing accuracy away for volume of fire.

The rabbit girl swept her blades through the air as she ran forward. A light blue aura engulfed her blades as she swept them through the air, bullets meant for her sent shooting off to the sides as she swatted them out of the air.

She closed in on a group of the MAVERICK agents, having grouped up and taken cover behind a number of the crates he they were unloading. Continuing to dodge and deflect gunfire she kicked off the ground, flying into the air and arching over the position. As she dropped she sheathed her knives and landed, hands outstretched directly onto one of the more heavily armored MAVERICK agents.

Her landing toppled the man, driving him back first into the snow with a painful grunt.

He opened his eyes, staring through the visor at the almost glowing red eyes of the girl sitting on his chest. The rabbit girl looked at him, then looked down at his chest a massive smile on his face as she grabbed something and leapt backwards.

The man expected the worst, but as the murderous rabbit leapt away from the position he found his life had not been taken.

Just as he leaned up to get to his feet however he heard the clinking of metal against snow and looked down.

His eyes went wide and his heart began to race wildly as he realized the pins on his grenades were missing.

"No, No WAIT-"

The MAVERICK soldier's screams were quickly swallowed as the grenades on his chest exploded. Those beside him were torn apart in the resulting blast and those nearby where hit with a wave of shrapnel as the rocket launcher and ammunition strapped to his body immediately cooked off.

A wave of heat and smoke expanded over the beach and in an instant the MAVERICK agents numbers had been reduced to 2/3rds of what they had been originally.

"Form up on me! Break out your explosives!" The MAVERICK Veteran shouted as he snapped open his own underslung grenade launcher.

Charging out of the smoke the rabbit girl was forced to begin hopping from place to place as grenades detonated all along the beach. Pushing forward proved difficult as the explosions began to cause her sensitive ears to ring and hurt.

However only three MAVERICK agents remained and their output of explosive rounds and grenades wasn't high enough to saturate the entire area in front of them.

Barreling threw the smoke Parsnip closed as much distance as she could before drawing out three small knives from a pouch on her thigh. With a flick of her wrist she threw the short, glinting blades at one of the shoulders.

Seeing her threw the blades the more heavily armored of the three soldiers slid in front of her target, throwing up their thick kevlar padded arms to try and block the knives.

The three throwing knives slipped through their arms, into their torso, and out their their back, gliding through with little to no resisting and cutting clean channels through the man.

All three blades flew out the man's back, burying themselves into the torso of the man he had stepped in front of to protect.

The rabbit girl watched on with real joy on her face as the men collapsed dead to the ground. As she looked over to the last remaining MAVERICK soldier however a loud, bright blast and deafening sound washed over her.
For several moment she couldn't see or hear anything. Just as her vision and hearing began to come back however Parsnip saw the butt stock of a rifle swinging towards her.

Unable to dodge in time the butt of the rifle smashed into her face with full force, throwing her off her feet and onto her back.

"Goddamn rabbit! I didn't think that Oh-One would employ biological monsters in its fucked up little plans!"

The MAVERICK Veteran quickly leveled his rifle at the fallen rabbit girl, finger squeezing the trigger when a combat knife was thrown at him. Throwing up his rifle to guard his face the blade pierced the receiver of his rifle, barely stopped even as it skewered his gun.

Quickly throwing his rifle to the ground the MAVERICK agent drew his pistol, dropped to his knees, and buried his pistol into the forehead of the pink-haired girl.

"And here I thought Oh-One was an abomination, Bio-Weapons like you are the real fucking monsters!"

The man's angry voice boomed into the rabbit girl's face as her vision came back into focus and her ears picked up what he was saying.

"Bio...?"

Suddenly the girl was no longer on the beach. She was standing somewhere familiar. Houses burned around her. Smoke and screams filled the air. She couldn't breath. She couldn't see. Loud noises rang out as armored figures shouted out. Through the smoke she saw a group of men approach, weapons in their hands. As they looked at her a single phrase left their mouth.

"Bio-weapon sighted."

With the sound of a trigger being squeezed she was suddenly on the beach again, the MAVERICK Veteran staring into her eyes.

"You--I REMEMBER YOU!!" Parsnip screamed, her face contorting in anger.

The man pulled the trigger but Parsnip's leg slammed into his groin at the last moment. Pain raced through his body and his arm involuntarily spasmed, firing the bullet into the air.

Pulling a butter knife out of the front of her overalls the girl drove the blade into the man's wrist like a scalpel, opening a vein and severing the muscles the allowed him to grip his pistol.

As soon as the gun left his hands the girl began to strike him.

Her punches didn't seem to phase the heavily armored man but her kicks had more then enough power to hurt him, bruising muscle and breaking bones beneath the layer of protective kevlar.

The Veteran tried to fight back, throwing punches and trying to block her blows. However Parsnip's attacks came too quickly for him to anticipate or counter. She had abandoned any use of blades and continued beat the man, screaming as she pounded into his flesh, savoring ever crack and pained cry from the man until he was forced to his knees at the edge of the water.

"Please, stop- I'm sorry! I recognize you now!"

Parsnip threw up her knee and smashed in the man's visor, grabbing the sides of the man's helmet and forcing him to look at her.

"Oh? Its so nice of you to remember little Parsnip Rabbit!"

Parsnip's voice turned sweet and saccharine even as he expression remained twisted with fury.

Pulling the bowie knife from the man's shoulder sheath Parsnip took a moment to examine the blade.

"Why are you doing this? I was just doing my job!"

"Your. Job. Was. Killing. My. Friends!?!" Parsnip shouted, each word punctuated by a separate stab into the man's shoulder blade.

Teeth clenched Parsnip drove the bowie knife into the man's throat and wrenched it downward. With virtually no effort she parted the man's torso, rib cage and all, and sent his insides spilling into into the icy water.

"Treat others how you want to be treated." Parsnip spat, her voice growing cold and bitter as the man splashed into the shallow water.

"You didn't give me or my friends any mercy, so none of you are going to get any."

Parsnip watched as bubbles came up from the submerged head of the gutted MAVERICK veteran, the clean sea water gradually discoloring with blood.

The bubbles soon stopped however.

Outside of the sound of the small fires burning up and down along the beach, it was silent. And outside of the freshly made corpses with her...Parsnip was alone.

Parsnip took a deep breath, the frigid painfully cold air entering her lungs as she took in the smell of blood, smoke, and gunpowder.

She closed her eyes as she exhaled, slipping the bowie knife she had taken from the man into her backpack.

Looking up and down the beach Parsnip squatted down and sat on the dead MAVERICK Veteran's back.

His corpse acted as a warm seat as she simply sat and took a moment to rest.

The excitement, joy, and relief Parsnip felt as she gazed up and down along the beach was immense.

Yet it was only momentary.

Good feelings rapidly began to fade, replaced with an all too familiar gnawing. Her smile was gone as her eyes began to itch, Parsnip could feel them becoming wet as old memories began to filter into her thoughts.

Looking over her shoulder Parsnip unzipped the dead man's backpack and rooted around inside. Sniffling she pulled out an MRE. Cutting the top off she upturned its contents onto the ice.

Rooting around through the pile of shiny brown plastic, Parsnip eventually found something that returned a small smile to her face.

Tearing the tip of a square packet Parsnip pulled a large, crumbly oatmeal cookie into the frigid air.

Immediately she began taking large bits of the big, slightly chemically tasting but still sweet, cookie.

The snack helped to distract Parsnip from the feeling as she looked out into the distance...and stopped the tower.

"Oooh, what's that?" Parsnip asked herself with a mouth full of cookie.

Forcing the rest into her mouth Parsnip wiped her hands on the dead man's back before standing to her feet.

"Maybe I can find more MAVERICK agents there? Or maybe I can find some new friends?"

Both ideas made the good feelings return and Parsnip began to skip off, away from the scene of carnage on the beach and into the frozen interior...
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Fledging Imperialistic Empire


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Childish Modernizing Dictatorship


History

The Pork Empire was first founded, in a sense, in the year 20xx after the defeat of the alien invader Gigas. Escaping following his destruction using the stolen Phase Distorter time machine, Porky Minch began to travel as far as possible into the future. As he traveled he collected technology, brainwashing individuals, gathering resources, and eventually built his own army. Farther and farther he traveled into the future until ending up in the present and losing the ability to travel any further.

Porky Minch had ended up suffering from accelerated aging as a result of his abuse of the incomplete Phase Distorter. However he found himself with an army in the Nowhere Islands, home to naive and easily manipulated residence with limited technology and no concept of money. Leveraging his new army and vast resources, he slowly spread his influence through the isles using agents and ploys. Physically and cybernetically altered animals known as 'Chimera' were created and spread to sow fear and chaos among the populace. This set the stage for his agents to introduce a modern economy and garner enough influence in the lives of the residents that he effectively controlled them.

Modern housing, roads, highways, powerplants, and entire cities were built and it wasn't long before Porky had established himself as the true ruler of the Nowhere Islands. Having a 'grand' city built for himself he declared himself 'King P.' and quickly set about having his way with the Nowhere Islands. Statues were built in his name, a research facility was erected, the army was expanded, more roads and highways put down through the once untouched wilderness, and all manner of twisted creatures and constructs were created.

However it wasn't long before opposition slowly began to rise within the population. Though a majority of the gormless residents bent to his will, a select band of unusual individuals plotted to destroy him. Made up of a vengeful man named Cliff, his two psionically gifted sons, a 'Princess' from a ruined castle, a pair of thieves both father and son, and a meddling monkey.

After a few years however their efforts to destroy him ended in tragedy and the fledging resistence was squashed. With seemingly no more opposition left to stop him, King P. was allowed to do as he pleased. Yet it wasn't long before he had done almost everything he had wanted with the Nowhere Islands and set his eyes out on the rest of the world.

With seemingly no opposition to stop him and the gormless residents bent to his will, Porky was allowed to do as he pleased. However he had suffered tremendously advanced aging due to his abuse of the prototype Phase Distorter, leaving him an elderly man with the mind of a child. It wasn't long before he began to grow bored of the Nowhere Islands and set his eyes out on the rest of the world...
Territory


The Pork Empire's territory is currently composed of the entirety of the Nowhere Islands an isolated, but verdant island archipelago entirely untouched by pollution or human exploitation until quite recently. While the landmass itself is small, it has incredibly diverse biomes ranging from mountains, a desert, temperate forests, tropical jungles, grasslands, and even expansive cave networks.

A number of ruins ranging from old castles, to crypts, to strange crumbling stones dot the Nowhere Islands, remnants of a civilization that potentially existed on the island before even the original residents. Outside of the desert the entirety of the Nowhere Islands is arable land and the abundance of natural wildlife allows for easy and plentiful living even with sub-par agricultural techniques.

Only a small portion of the Nowhere Islands has proper infrastructure however with most of the roads, highways, powerplants, and cities being incredibly new to the island. A large expanse of the islands still remains untouched with dirt roads and simpler means of transportation being required to reach certain areas. This leaves plenty of room for expansion, but makes it somewhat difficult for invaders and defenders alike to travel quickly through most of the island interior.
Populace

The original population of the Nowhere Islands were made up of normal, otherwise baseline humans with higher then normal latent Psi potential. The Nowherelander population of the island was originally around just 160,000 people, but the arrival of Porky also brought an additional 400,000 people to the island.
Government

The Pork Empire is an absolute monarchy in the most blunt and simplistic way possible. Porky Minch's word and whims are law. The people have no representation at all and no say in anything that goes on. Those who are apart of the Pigmask Army, the Empire's primary military force, have more influence and privilege's then the average citizen, but are still ultimately subject to their King's childish whims.

In this respect the Pork Empire is incredibly efficient in that there is virtually nothing resembling bureaucracy. Porky Minch makes a demand or decree, tells someone in an appropriate part of the Empire (be it a scientist or soldier) and the demand is carried out to the best of the Empire's abilities. Should the demand be met then all is well, and should the demand fall short then punishments will be doled out for the unspeakable crime of making the king bored.

While overly simplistic, the government of the Pork Empire is firmly capitalist albeit with an iron grip over the economy. The implementation of money was a deliberate act to erode the 'backwards' communal lifestyles of the residents of Nowhere Island. A strong emphasis is put on accruing wealth, resources, and producing things within the Pork Empire.
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Culture and Society

Prior to King P.'s arrival and subsequent takeover, the culture of the Nowhere Islands was one rooted in communal living. Concepts such as money did not exist and goods were freely taken and exchanged as they were required by others. There was no body of government outside of meetings between the members of the community themselves and law was treated in a simple, forgiving manner. Most lived in pre-modern villages bereft of electricity or any particularly modern technologies. Emphasis was placed on a self-sustaining, almost naturalist lifestyle with great care being taken to care for and respect the environment spurred on by the mass ecolological devastation of the past.

That all changed when Porky came.

It wasn't long before the existing community lifestyle of the Nowhere Islands was smashed to pieces with the implementation of money, the introduction of convenient life-improving technologies, the squashing of troublesome individuals, and mass brainwashing efforts. Slowly the culture of the Nowhere Islands began to change from a naturalist utopia into a dystopian society based around blind production, consumption, and convenience.

The simple, restrictive, often dull lives of the Nowherelanders where changed forever with the introduction of television, electricity, and processed foods. Suddenly things became easier, faster, and that much more pleasing. Their long history of communal living was thrown away and intentionally destroyed by King P. Replaced with a crude facsimile of modern society that he remembered from his own timeline. In a sense the culture of the Pork Empire is insincere and fake, a cardboard cutout of what a modern society should be with nothing beyond the colorful exterior but darkness and emptiness.
Technology

Prior to the establishment of the Pork Empire, the Nowhere Islands were a pre-industrialized society. All with dirt roads, traditional wooden houses, handmade clothes, wood stoves, hand tools, and more. Though the Thieves in Tazmily Society, who acted as secret protectors in case of some unforeseen danger, possessed advanced explosive making techniques these still used natural materials collected from the environment and the native creatures within it.

After the mass modernization efforts by the Pork Empire the average technological level of the Pork Empire was elevated to the technological level of the 1990s. With factories, paved roads, electricity in every, mass produced appliances, televisions, a railroad system, and processed foods. However the research and military elements of the Pork Empire possessed even more advanced technology including handheld particle weaponry, advanced robotics, and hovercraft technology.
Unique Technologies

Chimera Technology
A 'Chimera' is a biological organism modified with cybernetics or elements from another living creature, accomplished through extensive surgery, genetic modification, or fusion techniques. This line of research allows the Pigmask Army to create a myriad of fantastical and highly dangerous creatures through the simple combination or alteration of existing wildlife. All Chimeras are given some rudimentary element of intelligence or control, allowing them to be commanded and directed in combat with ease. Many Chimera are developed for utility purposes, such as fish capable of generating an incredibly high amount of bio-electricity, used to power many of the Pork Empire's power plants.

While filled with potential and allowing the Pork Empire to make all manner of dangerous weapons, the processes and techniques behind Chimeras are inherently immoral. Effectively tearing apart creatures against their will while they're still alive and assembling them into either cold, unfeeling weapons or monstrous beings left in a constant state of barely restrained berserker rage. Only the twisted mind of a child could happily and joyfully greenlight such projects without so much as a hint of regret or hesitation.

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Nation Traits

Land of Processed Food

The Pork Empire has a ravenous appetite that it knows how to satiate using whatever land is available to them. Any land under the control of the Pork Empire has its arability doubled and the amount of food produced using the land is doubled as well.
Immoral Science

The Pork Empire starts with more advanced technology then would be permitted otherwise and has bonuses for research and development due to the sheer unrestrained methods used. However because of these methods the Pork Empire ends up seen in an unfavorable light by any who know of their experimentations or research. Hindering them tremendously in the area of diplomacy.
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