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6 yrs ago
it's be a long time
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I used to fuck around on the Minecraft Forums a lot, and very poorly wrote the story of the South American Union for Untold Empires and EVEN WORSE I made the Muscle Tribe of Awesomeness for Alternate History: The Game. Forgive me, I was like eleven.
Anyway now I'm a communist and a girl. And a marginally better writer.
Also, its time for the random event from a non-played country, this post I make in the IC will not be from the perspective of Russia, nor from the perspective of any character. It will just be a way to mix up the climate in a news-like format.
Eastern Europe shuffle up? Madness in Africa? ISIS gains in Middle East? The anticipation.
Hey guys, thought it would be a fun idea to do a little mockup of the political climate in map form. Just a rough idea to give a bit of structure to the RP.
Something like this?
If borders end up re-drawn in the future that's something that could be very useful. An alliance map could be good too.
A Bar In Brasilia "Marcio! Terrific news!" A balding man with a thick beard practically threw the door off its hinges as he ran inside to greet Marcio, leader of Esperança. "The Russians have agreed to fund our cause!" Marcio grinned from his position at the back of the empty bar, taking another puff of his cigarette. "Wonderful." He rose slowly from his chair, hobbling around the table toward his friend. "I have another task for you though, Fabio." Fabio nodded in response. "The leftist pigs are preparing something in the North. I need you to go there, to Roaraima. We have a few members hiding out in Boa Vista. Go there with Enrique. He will train them, you must recruit more." The large man nodded again, grinning at his friend. "It has been too long since I tasted Commie blood."
Marcio placed a trembling hand on Fabio's shoulder. "No beserker crap out there Fabio! No charging people with an ax or swords. You will fight smart and you will fight safe. You are too valuable for Esperança to lose." Fabio patted his belly, laughing. "Marcio, nothing can kill me! There is a reason they call me The Bull."
Marcio coughed, his body feeling as if it was on fire. He fell down against the bar, Fabio grabbing him in time to stop his complete collapse. "There are many places in this great continent where a smaller opponent regularly kills a bull. Be careful, friend."
"You too."
Vladimir Putin, It is a shame your people no longer call their leaders Tsar, as you are a man truly worthy of the title. We are overjoyed to hear that you will support us in our endeavors to free Brazil from tyranny. As thanks, you will find that Brazil and its people are ready to aid you in any matters, once the government has been removed.
Attached to this letter are details on various ports where our agents could collect supplies.
Recently, several of our experienced ex-military men where assassinated. We suspect the US was involved, but that is not why I ask this of you. If your great nation could spare any military trainers, we would put them to great use.
And finally, regarding our name, BFM is merely the way we sign letters to leaders who have not been conditioned to believe that fascism is some kind of evil. The people of Brazil know us as Esperança, the Portuguese word for hope.
Thank you for your invaluable assistance, Marcio Ma, Leader of Esperança
6th of December Boa Vista, Brazil Luis's Family Deli 2:43AM At the back of an old butcher's, behind hanging pig carcasses and freezers, is a small room, large enough only to fit two couches and a small table. Sitting in the middle, smoking a Cuban Cigar, Luis leaned back on his chair and threw his cards down. "I believe that is a full house." He laughed and reached out his hand, drawing the chips towards him. Men laughed with him, with the exception of the scrawny lieutenant Carlos, who was now out of the game. "Carlos, you really must stop going all in on a two pair!" The young man rolled his eyes, adjusting his jeans and getting to his feet. "I'm going to head home now. Goodbye Luis." He turned to the other men. "And to all of you too, have a good time." The small wooden door swung open, Carlos leaving the laughter and smoke behind.
He walked out onto the street, hearing singing in the distance. It was a cold night, one where clouds had lingered from the overcast day and made it nearly impossible to see where he was going. It was made worse by the glow of high-beams, one driver obviously being too inconsiderate to realize he was in a residential area. As the jeep rolled closer, Carlos stepped to the side of the road to avoid being hit, only to hear a loud voice from inside. "And then I receive a glorious letter! The Russians had decided to support us! We will surely crush anyone that stands before us!" As the car rolled past, Carlos looked inside and saw the man they had all been warned about. The bull.
Luis needed to know.
Cowardly Dogs, We have found out from our extensive intelligence network that you have decided to support the fascists. I wish I had known that the leaders of Russia have gone from great architects of nations like Lenin, to filth like you. I could find a better leader within a Favella, and his family would make a better cabinet than the shambles you currently call a government. When the revolution grips Brazil, expect to find yourself as one of our greatest enemies. You are secretary to Lucifer himself. -The Sons
Greetings, time is short. NATO is the only hope left for South America. Currently, a fascist group is preparing to seize power. They are backed by the Russians. We have monitored this group since their inception and know their plan. Once Brazil is consolidated under their rule, they will use our military for the forceful conquest of South America. A Latin America united under a fascist banner and in collaboration with Russia is something that me and my colleagues would not be able to contend with.
We are requesting immediate assistance. Prepare a force to mobilize a put down the coup when the fascists strike. There is not much time.
December 1st, 2015 Brasilia, 4:00 AM Men gathered outside a small bar in the suburbs, looking on at the man standing on the roof. "My brothers and sisters! For too long we have allowed the imperialist dogs to keep this country down! The monsters of the North believe that they have dominion over our homeland! I say, no! They shall not control us! While the government bends over to American interests, we shall plan to bring about a new order! South America will be united under the banner of the Auriverde!" The crowd cheered the man, shouting support. "The time to strike is soon brothers. Gather all the loyal men, all those who will fight to free Brazil! Gather the weapons! Bring the military to our cause! Revolution is nigh!"
My glorious allies. You understand better than anyone the threat of imperialism on our good nations. Weak willed leaders with no spine are choking the life out of Brazil. The BFM humbly requests your support in the form of supplies, intelligence, training officers or fighters in the battle against the scourge that is destroying our country and all of Latin America. Sincerely, Vahlo Esrina, leader of the Brazilian Fascist Movement.
Boa Vista, 6:53AM A run down butcher's served as the hideout of the Sons of Marx, an underground radical-left movement. "It is simple Luis. This country is falling apart." A scrawny man in jeans and a t-shirt spoke to Luis, leader of the Sons. "Our sleeper cells are awaiting our order to stand up and bring about the revolution. We could secure the North within a few short days." Luis stood, adjusting his butcher's apron. "We need more men. Foreign fighters, perhaps. Send messages out to those who support the revolution. Anything they can spare we can use."
The Sons of Marx need urgent assistance. Political instability is rising with Brazil and the reactionaries are attempting to seize power. The Capitalist oppression may stand no more. We need urgent assistance, anything that our brothers on the left can provide. Without it, the Sons may not be able to save South America from fascist interests. Yours Humbly, Luis Riviera, Leader of the Sons of Marx
Well, I know that a lot of people hate the current Brazilian leader so maybe have some Coup happen that results in someone becoming the leader. Have it so when this person dies their son becomes leader You basically get what North Korea has, a monarchy, but not called a monarchy.
Well the current Brazilian leader was impeached on the 3rd, so maybe in this timeline she refuses to step down and bam sudden Socialist Dictatorship.
Seems a bit out of character since the entire party was founded in opposition to military dictatorships so maybe I have to think harder.
I imagine such a thing can be done, though to do so would be quite silly and unrealistic. I believe that the timeline can change after December 1st, but it should probably be kept within the realm of reality. So national beliefs and statistics won't be randomly changing anytime soon. Though if you wanted a monarchist Brazil I imagine you could write a series of posts detailing the growth of the right and the eventual rise of monarchist sympathies, etc.
Also, first post up.
Of course it's unrealistic.
Too be honest I feel too eager to have a monarchy simple because they're fun to rp. When inbreeding makes crazy kings shit gets hilarious fast.
So in this RP we can't change anything that has happened pre-December 1st 2015 but anything else is fair game? Like the Brazilian government can be overthrown by Monarchists on December 2nd and suddenly oh look a royal family?
I used to fuck around on the Minecraft Forums a lot, and very poorly wrote the story of the South American Union for Untold Empires and EVEN WORSE I made the Muscle Tribe of Awesomeness for Alternate History: The Game. Forgive me, I was like eleven.
Anyway now I'm a communist and a girl. And a marginally better writer.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I used to fuck around on the Minecraft Forums a lot, and very poorly wrote the story of the South American Union for Untold Empires and EVEN WORSE I made the Muscle Tribe of Awesomeness for Alternate History: The Game. Forgive me, I was like eleven.<br><br>Anyway now I'm a communist and a girl. And a marginally better writer.</div>