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WIP, but not for long. like 70% done



Hey! I'd love to join in if you have space.


Sankt-Magavets, the Ostrog
13:20 PM


The man who walked into the room was of a short, stocky build. His face, with a jutting cheekbone and strong chin, seemed to be a striking work of cubism. His murky gaze seemed to clash with the innumerous laugh-wrinkles, and people often perceived his look to be that of a cat with his whiskers cut short. Such cats are usually clumsy. They have no sense of direction, and they keep close to the walls to help navigate the surroundings. This was not the case with President Kurbatov.



He was the metaphorical cheshire cat of Radenan politics, and this was often reflected in his management style, one that domestic political commentators sometimes called 'Efficient Confusion', or 'Management by Walking Around'.

In the day-to-day running of the government, he kept roles and responsibilities fuzzy, teams and individuals in a constant competition, often working in parallel on the same task, while at the same time giving his subordinates a lot of leeway in defining their roles and working routines within determined objectives. Tasks were easily switched from people to people. Second-guessing Kurbatov’s intentions was a part of the game, and considered as a factor of creativity and innovation.

He excelled at using the system’s own modus operandi and hidden inertia, instead of enforcing his own way of doing things. His ability to ride on other people’s motivations and energies allowed him to start his working days late, work just a few hours, and retain full control over his subordinates and project power beyond the wals of the presidential residence.

And yet he was acutely aware of the criss-crossing ambitions and interests in his inner circle and among his appointees.

Achamaz Hohty, the Defense Minister, was a native Irgut and often tussled to give secret state contracts to the influential ethnic business clans of Irgustan, which was in turn kept in check by the ever-vigilant Kira Teplova of the Trade & Commerce Ministry. The Foreign Minister and close confidante of Kurbatov, Pavel Essen, was talented at juggling the varying initiatives and conflicting decisions and translating this into a smart and flexible foreign policy course; though even he was worn out at times.

Hasbulat Mamriev, Minister of the Interior, was a security hawk through and through, which ofttimes did not mesh with the textualist, hardline constitutional approach of Victor Laskutin, the Justiciar of the government - a man often denounced or touted in the media as a liberal along the likes of the Prime Minister, Nikolai Bublikov.

The yellow press, especially those with financial links to the opposition parties, always jumped at the chance to paint the ruling circles as disorganized or indecisive and although most of them were exagerrated beyond proportion, there was a semblance of truth that the government made an effort to keep the officials toeing the party line.

These things were more pronounced at the start of his presidency, when the cabinet was still brimming with energy and brainstorming programmes. By now each of them had an agenda and the workflow stabilized itself to find a middle ground between the various power orbits.

However, differing visions and ethnic predispositions were things that Kurbatov carefully monitored and discouraged, and getting through legislative hurdles at the parliamentary level was a more pressing issue, especially if he wanted to successfully implement his campaign promises before the next election.



Páez, Casaroja Square
07:32 AM


The combined might of the 1st Internal Forces Regiment of the Central Police Precinct looked formidable. Rows of swarthy, grim officers stood at attention, their creased uniforms contrasting sharply with the tidy, white attire of the party functionaries and city government bureaucrats milling about. The national flag was hoisted up at the pole, rippling with each gust of wind.

Colonel Mercader looked on. The fellow was of middling height, yet broad shouldered and built like a truck - his small, dark eyes were vigilant and bleak, as if searching for any sign of danger in the periphery. A perfect man for the job of the capital's police chief.

This morning he received a call from the secretary-general of the Party.

It was a long time coming, Mercader thought. Melizea has hit some of the lowest points in history for the last twenty years. The country was isolated, alone - with an overwhelming majority of developed nations imposing an embargo on the government and essentially cutting Melizea off from investment and growth.

Many high-ranking officials were also worried about any future sanctions that could be placed on their assets. Even the offshore haven of San Ribera was seemingly complying with the international embargo on the Common Republic. The military and police had somehow morphed into one - a strange amalgamation of security forces whose aims and methods were blurring the line between militant actions and law enforcement, and as a result many police and army generals were in actuality competing with each other.

Xavier Resende was already quite senior - there were many backchannel talks about the possible succession crisis should he die in an inopportune moment. Many influential men were worried as to how the public would react in succh a scenario. It wasn't surprising that many considered the idea of changing the facade of the government - new faces and reconciliatory measures could ease the relationship between the state and the populace, and the Melizean ruling circles could attempt to leverage this in order to get some countries to lift the embargo and allow for the much-needed injection of capital into the struggling Melizean economy. There was an ousting in the brewing.

With an affirmative answer, he set down the telephone and then summoned his lieutenants. Best operatives reinforcing other stations and bases were pulled away to the main city square - Casaroja. It was the strongest administrative concentration in the city, with government buildings left and right.

Secondary, technical offices were located farther away, however. The Ministry of Communications was one of the structures that was conveniently placed far from the bustling CBD. The men sitting at the head of the ministry were astute and knew that the tides were changing. Communications was the first part of the Resende Presidency to break away. Capital police forces came next.

At this point all TV transmissions were off the air; the poor selection of government channels was replaced by a static image, much to the chagrin of whoever happened to enjoy these dull caricatures of entertainment. Soap operas, whitewashed state news and reruns of the President's speeches.



The Colonel ordered ten truck-loads of commandos to ride out and detain Xavier Resende in his rural chateau.

With his villa's communication lines cut off from his loyalists thanks to Zeferino de Lima, he had no choice but to surrender to Mercader's police brigades. Several prominent party politicians arrived and began negotiations with the President. He was promised, in exchange for the guaranteed security of him and his family, as well as their enormous combined wealth stolen from the Melizean treasury, in exchange for his resignation.

After three hours, he was reading a pre-written speech on live television, effectively abdicating his power and promising elections to be held in two years time. All official media vehemently denied that a coup was taking place. His hands shook a tad as he signed his name over documents laid out in front of him by unremarkable clerks and lawyers. At that moment he looked less like a strongman he positioned himself to be for the last twenty years, and more like a tired old man with dry skin and confused, twitchy eyes.

After that day there was a minimal level of mentions of his name on state media as he quietly left the country.

The second-in-line official, Nel Polledo, was a sycophant surprised to find out he's supposed to step up as the leader of the country, one that is ravaged by mismanagement, corruption and civil unrest. The party whips in the National Assembly achieved a quorum and majority vote of no confidence against the current government in under two hours. Nel Polledo submitted his resignation immediately.

A week-long curfew was enacted as a transitional administration took hold over the state. Analysts and political scientists around the world were excited about this turn of events in Melizea, a country that has come to be known as a police-state with a dormant economy and strained ties with the international community, without even factoring the complex patchwork of regional ties and tensions in Serranthia.

It was certainly a daunting task to fix the mess of the Resende years, and many were surprised to learn of the new name of the acting Melizean president.. Placido de Riba, a rather unknown technocrat from Lacas who previously worked in problematic regions fixing water access and infrastructure issues. The man was well known in party circles, however.

After five days, the official website of Partido de Uniformidad Nacional was updated with the new government after a cabinet reshuffle.

Your discord invite expired, by the way.

Selected Nation:
The Common Republic of Melizea

Party Name:
Partido de Uniformidad Nacional (Party of National Uniformity), most commonly referred to as Helaza, a multi-faceted term hailing from the days of Miguel Piñón's dictatorship.

Political Base:
Far Left is the official party ideology. However, since Melizea is a dominant party state, the ruling party has many different wings and cliques in itself. Such is the case with the government of Placido de Riba, the 'heir' of his predecessor - he is widely considered to be a moderate in his views and seeks to create a progressive narrative for his administration, although it remains to be seen whether he can efficiently implement his vision for the country without his initiatives running counter to the interests of the party establishment.
Lmao is this unironically how you think Russia runs


no
If you're finding this all daunting, get ready for more. We're holding the St. Petersburg International Economic Forum in 4 days, lasting till the 16th. It'll involve all kinds of corporate shenanigans where agreements, memorandums, sudden backstabs and promises would be made. If you're unsure about making a permanent character, you could consider joining us where you roleplay as a foreign delegation for a state or international company.

It's also a 100 days before elections in a whole lot of regions. You could sign up as a gubernatorial/parliamentary candidate, administrating places like Siberia and dealing with your own region-specific events whilst interacting with the dudes from the Kremlin.


The first few month of Vladimir Putin's fourth presidential term have been rather tense. A diplomatic standoff with UK and US over Syria and Skripal and sanctions against Russian aluminum giant Rusal; a wave of protests across the Moscow Oblast (particularly in Volokolamsk) against toxic landfills near their cities; a terrible tragedy in Kemerovo with dozens of children burning alive and unofficial reports of hundreds dead, blamed on corruption of safety inpectors in the regional government; and an attempted (and largely unsuccessful) blocking of the Telegram messenger app.

There are more protests coming for the inauguration ceremony, and it remains to be seen how long can Russia withstand economic pressure from the West, how far the Kremlin's officials are willing to go to keep their power and what moves will happen in the diplomatic tango between Russia and China.

The government needs to approve of the annual federal budget, as well as allocate more than 100 billion rubles' donations among Russia's federal subjects. Sooner or later, the federal centre will need to revise and reform, the question is how and what.

OOC:

Hey fellas. So basically there is this kind of game based on Reddit/Discord that's basically an attempted simulation of the government of a state or other entity, with players drafting laws and playing roles in the legislative, executive and judicial branches. There's a bunch of functional sims so far, like the Model of the US government, UN, Netherlands, Germany, Sweden, and others. People tried to launch a model of Russia a couple of times but each time it died, always with a bunch of Monarchist and Communist parties suddenly springing up and doing weird shenanigans.

The Model I'm making is unique, because we're not placing a lot of importance into parliamentary processes, especially since they are rather weak and ceremonial IRL. Instead we're trying to simulate the informal, loose alliances between oligarchic clans, security hawks and bureaucrats to divide and control state assets, create laws for lobbyists and antagonize the yanks, and we're doing it through tabletop mechanics. If we can keep the sim alive for two more months, our trial time will be up and we'd be recognized by other Model countries. Cross-sim diplomacy and intrigue would be amazing then.

How it works is you create a character using these rules I've made. You pick a role for yourself, or you ask me about creating one, especially if you're planning on being a regional leader.

Then you try your best to act as your IRL counterpart. So, say if you pick the Energy Minister, you'd be interacting with the CEO of Rosneft and Gazprom and negotiating with OPEC and other important energy players. If you pick the Presidential Envoy to North Caucasus, you'd be trying to exert the federal power on the ruthless regional clans. The sky is the limit, really, and I'm flexible with a lot of stuff.

We're playing primarily on Reddit and Discord. Discord is for the behind-the-scenes actions and communicating, whilst Reddit is for archiving of laws, turns, events, security/state council transcripts and etc. Each turn is 10 days. Here is the mechanics so you can give it a thorough read.

Would love to have you all. I may also be looking for someone competent to help co-GM/administrate things as I can't keep track of all the stuff players do when there's 15+ of them. Feel free to ask me anything if you're confused or intrigued.

Join our discord.
i had my first psychedelic experience when i was 14

Idris Maganbe (middle) meeting with party functionaries in an unofficial meeting, December 1994.

New Democratic Alliance




The sun was slowly setting over the suburbs, neat rows of identical houses scattered over the hills. A few of the shu-shu's were crudely painted over to stand out from the rest; red, yellow, black. From a distance, the landscape looked like someone was punched in the mouth and spat teeth all over. Idris turned away from the window, putting out his tobacco roll.

He felt as if his entire life was spent in shallow waters. Trudging on, ankles submerged, then the knees, till he was belt-deep. A week after his forty-first birthday, he found himself gazing down an abyss. A metaphorical waterfall. There was an option of turning back and struggling toward the shore. He could just leave. No one was keeping him. But there was something in the way the water at the bottom shimmered and twisted against the cool, smooth stones. It felt like a surge of energy. It felt real. The pure, calm water at the top only flowed one way, he realized. But down there it was free for all. There was no guarantee he wouldn't plummet and die.

But he was sure to make a ripple.



Idris Maganbe had an interesting biography. Having finished the Kamidye state university in 1975 with a degree in civil law, he briefly worked in the magistrate courts at a provincial level, but he could barely feed his wife and elderly mother. He was hired as a tutor for a private school in Soussiam, and made some valuable friendships, both with his fellow teachers and the pupil's parents; some of whom were government officials, businessmen and regional elites. When Rubusana tried a round of economic reforms, Maganbe was one of the few who didn't miss the opportunity. Coordinating with local, Nigerian, and American investors, Idris founded a successful logistics company in Makumbe, dealing in industrial machinery and electronics.

When the People's Front surged in popularity and began to clash with the government forces all across the country, he lost everything. He lived in neighboring Nigeria for years, where he would learn English and try his hand at writing satirical, yet scathing articles about both sides in the civil war, at one point becoming an editor for Free Nation, a journal whose audience mainly consisted of Samgolan refugees and emigres.

It was inevitable that, with his prominence in liberal circles, he would go on to make a career in the National Assembly, having ran for the seat of Modiali electoral district as a member of DAR.

Now that the Liberty Coalition has been broken up, with an unbelievable amount of MNAs tried for corruption charges, it felt like the two parties were teeming with kickbacks and schemes to profit from the numerous infrastructure projects.

Perhaps it was the case for some. But Idris felt that many were in it because it worked. Houses were built, roads were built. Railroads, public transportation. People could finally get to work, unemployment and homelessness dropped significantly. Idris Maganbe wasn't the only man who was itching to start things over. Maintaining a month-long correspondence, as well as holding several meetings for the remnants of the coalition, he was the most energetic of them all, and it seemed like he was better known than the rest. Leadership of the New Democratic Alliance fell into his hands.

Maganbe pulled out of the driveway, silently passing the shu-shu's and police stops.




"The new budget is a disgrace." He spoke, staring off into the midst of the crowd, lips pursed in a stern frown. "The Hervit government is trying to pass a bill that takes a step away from democratic values and steers us towards a police state." Idris gave an iconic grimace, nursing his chin and speaking again. "The S.D party is trying to pass a bill that cuts funding for disabled people's welfare. Their education programs are curtailed, and all the victims of the civil war are punished for the crime of being vulnerable. Our country and our culture should be valued by how we treat those in need. The New Democratic Alliance is a party that shall strive to represent the honest Samgolan citizen, the citizen that helps build a just and compassionate society. Thank you all for coming, my friends."


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