Claiming London. All Formatics are to be shot on sight.
Government: Theocratic Monarchy
Society: Reactionary. The Anglican Church of the Machine sees science and technology as liberating for society and takes a harsh stance against beliefs that contradict the official canon. The Anglican Church of the Machine is the result of several centuries of development of One Visionism, Machine Cultist, and Emperor Worship of the Caribbean which put an emphasis on a "Soldier-Inquisition". In the same way, the Soldier-Inquisition of the Anglican Church of the Kingdom of London serves a public, defensive, and "purifying" function in London. The Kingdom of London, therefore, is a refuge for demons and embraces demonic technology.
Economy: The Kingdom of London operates a mixed economy, leaning to free market. The ACM monopolizes certain high-tech industries and services and provides many services, such as healthcare. The Church sees serving the public as a must and gives tax exemptions to individuals who donate to government-approved charities. The Church also gives tax exemptions to corporations that create jobs in London. Some individuals that run businesses, therefore, tend to create as many jobs as possible, while donating as much as possible to lower their taxes.
Otherwise, the tax system is progressive. The poor don't pay taxes while the designated middle class pays taxes. The rich pay the highest amounts of income tax.
Currency: New British Pound
Religion: Anglican Church. Rumors has it there are still Protestants.
Language: Modern English.
Norwich Republic
2987
Soldier-Inquisitor Charles Arkos II, future King-Patriarch of London, waited in the anti-gravity vehicles.
The enemy, the militia of the Norwich Republic, had built fortified positions around the core of the city, including in the suburbs southwest of the city center. Arkos' Night Spinner, a support vehicle of the kingdom, waited southwest of them, in the field of a community center. Between the community center and the former Norwich secondary school-turned fortress raged a battle between the Shruiken Cannon-wielding Soldier-Inquisition and assault rifles of the Norwich Republic. The battle started in the early morning as the Soldier-Inquisition pushed forward with the ticking sound of Norwich machine guns. Shuriken weapons hissed when fired and hissed when flying through the air.
Truth be told, Norwich weapons were decent. The rate of fire for their tried-and-true, millennium old, weapon design was fine, but had nothing on the amount of shurikens a shuriken cannon can put. Unfortunately, assault rifles were more accurate.
Krumps of explosions punctuated the
hisses and
pinging.
The Soldier-Inquisition was winning. Arkos could tell that from the war cries. Soon, the militia would break and flee to the fortress, crossing an open field...
The communication module buzzed, "They're breaking! Night Spinners, fire at will!"
Arkos barked the order.
The Night Spinner was armed with twin-linked Shuriken Catapults for self defense. The Shadow Weaver was the main attraction, and an attraction it was. The ammunition that feeds the weaver is kept in an container similar to the flamethrowers used by Norwich troops. However, instead of napalm, the magnetic container was filled with an organic liquid. The Shadow Weaver was less a gun, and more a sphere with thousands of microscopic tubes filed into it which the liquid was pushed and fire through.
The Shadow Weaver fired. Within moments, the liquid become millions of microfilaments drawn together with spinning gravity clamps. The cloud webs of seven Night Spinners fell onto the field as the routed militias retreated orderly to the fort, fire and maneuvering backwards.
Militia caught under the web either died outright or struggled to their deaths as the webs bit and tore into flesh on impact, or sliced through skin as the panicked militia struggled to free themselves. The compound contracted as the captured struggled. Some overeager Soldier-Inquisitions had also been caught as the webs fell short. Some webs had gone long, and some had gone wide. The weapon wasn't exactly accurate.
Arkos couldn't see any of this, of course. He could hear the screaming. The Night Spinner moved over the the shell-pocked streets.
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