Communisto
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Orders incoming.
A Brave New World Part 3
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germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
New France thanks all countries who have paid their condolences to our people for the recent disaster. Any who have pledged to send financial aid would be accepted with a warm heart and will be used to rebuild the shattered lives of the recent disaster.
It is your punishment from Allah for being infidels. Repent sinners and embrace the light of Islam.
Circuit
Writing Letters
I would just like to remind you all that in ABNW 2, EQ said he hates "Orders sent" posts and that it's a good way to get on his bad side. So you may want to hold off on such posts.
btw...Orders sent.
btw...Orders sent.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
I would just like to remind you all that in ABNW 2, EQ said he hates "Orders sent" posts and that it's a good way to get on his bad side. So you may want to hold off on such posts.
btw...Orders sent.
Aww, now I have to call off my invasion plans of all those guys. Thanks a lot.
The office secretary watched as President Theodoor van Gogh's inner circle filed into the room where the boss was waiting. As one of his subordinates Ellen had been going mostly idle with her colleagues as Theo and his trusted men had travelled abroad on a vacation. Rumours had abounded that he was more interested in letting the country serve him rather than sacrifice his youth on properly doing his job.
Theodoor had first appeared on the political arena two years ago when he became eligible for the vote at the tender minimum age of 21. His dramatic stances on offering generous development programs to New Zeeland in return for a vague commitment to eventual volountary reunification and his focus on Christian (and especially Protestant) and European identity within an APACS framwork had shook the electorate out of its over thirty years long torpor on anything but economic issues. Across the nation white citizens wondered if the young boyish Presidential candidate might accomplish some of his lofty goals, and thus, by a narrow margin, elected to give him the chance.
Now she was merely confused. In the day since his return he had been very active. As a result Ellen had been desperately administering a flurry of delayed communication mere hours before the Congressional deadline for budget approvals. With Theodoor's and the finance minister's return the budget had been completed, but alas diplomacy had lagged.
Heinrik Gouderak of the Foreign Affairs Ministry had been difficult. While he had successfully negotiated an arms agreement with his equivalent in China a negotiation with Italy had fallen through and there had been insufficient time to contact the equivalents in other suitable world powers.
But the main issues had been resolved. The New Hollander arms industry would receive technical advice, blueprints and training that they would need to crank out heavy fighters and bombers. In similar fashion and more importantly projects conceived of in the mind of Theodoor would in mere weeks begin to dig deeply into the nation's soil and expand the veins of the island; motorways and train tracks that ran between mines, processing plants and cities. Tentative plans were even created for the strange idea of protecting the future financial position of New Holland through its Geofinancial Preservation Agency, focusing mainly on protecting topsoil and ground water. With this modest but passable start it was hoped that in the course of the coming decade Holland would rapidly modernize now that its economic miracle had finally abated.
...
In his office Theodoor van Gogh had just finished briefing his men on the Central Beaurau of Statistics' research on APACS nations.
To New Holland's immediate and further north lay Borneo and Korea, two countries deeply respected by the inhabitants of the Island Continent. Not only were they members of APACS, but a majority of the functionaries they had been allowed and able to phone in for an interview had responded that their government valued Order. Far less of these cautiously polite restrictions had been necessary when querying Chinese citizen after asking their officials for permission. The Chinese valued Freedom. Unfortunately there were a small number of Aboriginese within his country left over from the initial Boer hunts but Theodoor was reasonably confident in his belief that these would barely register on anyone's radar, after all the international community seemed to obsess more about important minorities rather than fringe elements.
With a giant nation like China wishing freedom upon its APACS siblings it seemed there would be little friction between the higher and lower levels of comparative power. Neither did he feel any difficulties might develop between the smaller APACS nations as they all cherished orderliness over lesser concerns such as the respectable notion of freedom, the masochistic notion of pacifism and the erroneous idea of equality.
Theodoor opened the room for comments, emphasizing that he wished for an initial focus on the APACS summit before opening the floor for other topics. The meeting continued into the night. Come dawn the callcentre connected to the governmental offices would once again be blazing with activity and the secretarial cubicles next door would waft with the strong aroma of coffee beans imported from America.
To EQ: Sorry about the emailed corrections that turned out to be unnecessary, it will not happen again. Got a bit overly frantic when I arrived back in Hong Kong and found out it was one day from the deadline.
Theodoor had first appeared on the political arena two years ago when he became eligible for the vote at the tender minimum age of 21. His dramatic stances on offering generous development programs to New Zeeland in return for a vague commitment to eventual volountary reunification and his focus on Christian (and especially Protestant) and European identity within an APACS framwork had shook the electorate out of its over thirty years long torpor on anything but economic issues. Across the nation white citizens wondered if the young boyish Presidential candidate might accomplish some of his lofty goals, and thus, by a narrow margin, elected to give him the chance.
Now she was merely confused. In the day since his return he had been very active. As a result Ellen had been desperately administering a flurry of delayed communication mere hours before the Congressional deadline for budget approvals. With Theodoor's and the finance minister's return the budget had been completed, but alas diplomacy had lagged.
Heinrik Gouderak of the Foreign Affairs Ministry had been difficult. While he had successfully negotiated an arms agreement with his equivalent in China a negotiation with Italy had fallen through and there had been insufficient time to contact the equivalents in other suitable world powers.
But the main issues had been resolved. The New Hollander arms industry would receive technical advice, blueprints and training that they would need to crank out heavy fighters and bombers. In similar fashion and more importantly projects conceived of in the mind of Theodoor would in mere weeks begin to dig deeply into the nation's soil and expand the veins of the island; motorways and train tracks that ran between mines, processing plants and cities. Tentative plans were even created for the strange idea of protecting the future financial position of New Holland through its Geofinancial Preservation Agency, focusing mainly on protecting topsoil and ground water. With this modest but passable start it was hoped that in the course of the coming decade Holland would rapidly modernize now that its economic miracle had finally abated.
...
In his office Theodoor van Gogh had just finished briefing his men on the Central Beaurau of Statistics' research on APACS nations.
To New Holland's immediate and further north lay Borneo and Korea, two countries deeply respected by the inhabitants of the Island Continent. Not only were they members of APACS, but a majority of the functionaries they had been allowed and able to phone in for an interview had responded that their government valued Order. Far less of these cautiously polite restrictions had been necessary when querying Chinese citizen after asking their officials for permission. The Chinese valued Freedom. Unfortunately there were a small number of Aboriginese within his country left over from the initial Boer hunts but Theodoor was reasonably confident in his belief that these would barely register on anyone's radar, after all the international community seemed to obsess more about important minorities rather than fringe elements.
With a giant nation like China wishing freedom upon its APACS siblings it seemed there would be little friction between the higher and lower levels of comparative power. Neither did he feel any difficulties might develop between the smaller APACS nations as they all cherished orderliness over lesser concerns such as the respectable notion of freedom, the masochistic notion of pacifism and the erroneous idea of equality.
Theodoor opened the room for comments, emphasizing that he wished for an initial focus on the APACS summit before opening the floor for other topics. The meeting continued into the night. Come dawn the callcentre connected to the governmental offices would once again be blazing with activity and the secretarial cubicles next door would waft with the strong aroma of coffee beans imported from America.
To EQ: Sorry about the emailed corrections that turned out to be unnecessary, it will not happen again. Got a bit overly frantic when I arrived back in Hong Kong and found out it was one day from the deadline.
DarthNader
Destroyer of Worlds
Alwatan
PDO To Broaden Activities
PDO To Broaden Activities
Ras Laffan, Qatar Region - Petroleum Development of Oman (PDO) has announced its intent to expand its industrial activities beyond oil drilling and refining. The recent, accidental discovery of a large natural gas condensate field stretching from the northern tip of the Qatar Province to some point in the Persian Gulf. The gas field was found after a search for more oil fields in the area yielded the equally vital natural gas. PDO is to begin to construct natural gas wells, refineries, and pipelines to carry the gas to major ports. This Dolphin Project, so called by PDO, is to commence toward the beginning of next year and will establish another extremely profitable export to benefit the Omani economy. The Omani government, which owns PDO is beginning to organize possible buyers for excess gas which will not be used domestically. The Sultan is also debating whether to use natural gas over oil to fuel Oman as a whole, the main argument being with Oman running on natural gas, more oil can be exported to nations dependent on Omani oil.
Royal Armed Forces of Oman Train in Fighting Fires
Duqm, Al Wusta Region - The Armed Forces of Oman are to have intense special training in dealing with oil fires both on land and at sea. Private firefighters and corporate firefighting teams from oil companies are to begin training the Royal Army in how to fight and contain oil fires. Mock oil well and oil refinery fires will be created for standard soldiers to put out. The Royal Army high command's General Abdul Rahman bin Omar al-Ahmad who gave the training exercises the go ahead stated that "should a war occur in Oman, or anywhere else in the Middle East, oil fires will be a major obstacle. This is an absolute truth when it comes to conflict in this region, and only a fool would ignore it". General Ahmad continued to state how an army with competency in containing oil fires would also be a valuable asset during peace, as troops can be mobilized as firefighters should an emergency arise. The Royal Army is not the only branch of the armed forces training in such a fashion. Ground crews of the Royal Air Force are also being trained as such, while the Royal Navy is being trained in how to handle fires on land and at sea. A mock oil tanker fire will be set up to train naval forces on how to both extinguish the fire and save crewmen aboard flaming ships.
National Football League Officially Established
Muscat, Masqat Governate - After several years of merely having regional teams playing each other in occasional, irregular matches, a formal governing body has been created. The Oman Football Association has organized a number of leagues of several age groups and formal tournaments for each league. The first of the annual tournaments where teams will compete for the Sultan Qaboos Cup will begin next year. The teams in the OFA so far are Al-Nasr of Salalah, Al-Oruba SC of Sur, Muscat FC of Muscat, Al-Ahli of Dubai, Al-Wahda FC of Abu Dhabi, Al-Sharjah of Sharjah, Al-Ittihad Kalba of Kalba, Al-Khor of Khor, Al Sadd of Dhor, and Bahrayn FC of Manama, but several more are believed to join within the next few years. The president of the association, as well as many football enthusiasts throughout the nation, are pressing for the establishment of a regional football tournament consisting of not only Oman, but all willing nations in the Middle East.
Working on update now, should have it finished some time tomorrow.
TheLastJacobite
No Commies
In order to restore peace and stability to the corrupt military dictatorship based out of Pittsburgh, the Republic of New England hereby sending a full armed and operation peacekeeping mission into Pennsylvania, in order to rectify the wrongs of recent massacres of Red Cross aid workers in that "nation". We will be moving to create an occupational government to prevent further atrocities and to rehabilitate and develop this once shining beacon of liberty. We pursue this course of action, not only for the safety of ourselves and all of this lawless nation's neighbors, but to better the lives of the Pennsylvanian populace.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
From: Pennsylvania
To: World
New England's obvious lack of proof, and blatant neo-imperialism is going to cost the lives of many innocent people. Claiming that Red Cross workers were massacred, not murdered, but massacred, unprovoked in Pennsylvania without proof should be taken with as much weight as me claiming Pennsylvanians were murdered in New England without proof. Regardless if his claim is true or not, and it is certainly not, we question his authority to enforce the protection of Red Cross agents, without international approval, or at least commentary.
As a matter of fact, he is using military force in an attempt to topple the legitimate government of a sovereign nation, over 40 years old, with no absolute proof backing it up. Many more people will be killed, and many will have lives destroyed, purely based on the lies the government of our northern, barbaric friend spews.
Pennsylvania would like to counter that the Commonwealth will hereby send a full armed and operational peacekeeping mission into New England, based on reports that the nation is attempting to pursue in an illegal, immoral, imperialistic war, purely based of government created lies. We will be moving to create a more sensible, truly free government, to prevent further acts of insanity. We pursue this course of action, not only for the safety of ourselves, and all of this lawless nation's neighbors, but to better the lives of the New England populace.
From: Pennsylvania
To: All Nations of the World
You have witnessed a great tragedy, in which many thousands will die. Not by the hands of the Pennsylvanian government, but by the hands of the New Englanders, seeking to simply expand it's borders to the south. As per my speech earlier this year, the Pennsylvanian populace is to experience a great cultural and social growth. One far better then our backwards, old world northern neighbors could inject into us, as more or less a Yankee Colony. We request any and all assistance you can send to help us fight off this Yankee horde.
Long Live the Steel Commonwealth.
To: World
New England's obvious lack of proof, and blatant neo-imperialism is going to cost the lives of many innocent people. Claiming that Red Cross workers were massacred, not murdered, but massacred, unprovoked in Pennsylvania without proof should be taken with as much weight as me claiming Pennsylvanians were murdered in New England without proof. Regardless if his claim is true or not, and it is certainly not, we question his authority to enforce the protection of Red Cross agents, without international approval, or at least commentary.
As a matter of fact, he is using military force in an attempt to topple the legitimate government of a sovereign nation, over 40 years old, with no absolute proof backing it up. Many more people will be killed, and many will have lives destroyed, purely based on the lies the government of our northern, barbaric friend spews.
Pennsylvania would like to counter that the Commonwealth will hereby send a full armed and operational peacekeeping mission into New England, based on reports that the nation is attempting to pursue in an illegal, immoral, imperialistic war, purely based of government created lies. We will be moving to create a more sensible, truly free government, to prevent further acts of insanity. We pursue this course of action, not only for the safety of ourselves, and all of this lawless nation's neighbors, but to better the lives of the New England populace.
From: Pennsylvania
To: All Nations of the World
You have witnessed a great tragedy, in which many thousands will die. Not by the hands of the Pennsylvanian government, but by the hands of the New Englanders, seeking to simply expand it's borders to the south. As per my speech earlier this year, the Pennsylvanian populace is to experience a great cultural and social growth. One far better then our backwards, old world northern neighbors could inject into us, as more or less a Yankee Colony. We request any and all assistance you can send to help us fight off this Yankee horde.
Long Live the Steel Commonwealth.
While New Holland finds this action radical and likely to create difficulties for the Pennsylvanians rather than help them it feels the socialist government has been in charge for way too long and is thus unable to outright condemn this decision. New Holland shall await the evidence of the alleged crimes and consider the results of the coming occupation before making its personal moral judgment on the conflict.
- Theodoor van Gogh, President of New Holland
- Theodoor van Gogh, President of New Holland
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
Should New England be able to provide actual proof of this, the people of my nation should very well agree. I'm sure they have managed to somehow smuggle stock footage, of my soldiers brutally massacring members of the Red Cross, that were apparently in my nation, without my knowing.
Rather, I want an investigation of the situation led by another, more neutral nation- such as Virginia, or Mexico. Though my words may not be trusted, neither should the Yankee imperialist's.
Rather, I want an investigation of the situation led by another, more neutral nation- such as Virginia, or Mexico. Though my words may not be trusted, neither should the Yankee imperialist's.
mgsmuhammad
Resident Stalker
To: Pennsylvania
From: South Africa
Whilst we are far away, and thereby unable to give any efficient aid, we wish it to be known that we support you in your struggle against imperialism.
Best of luck in the coming storm,
George Sears.
From: South Africa
Whilst we are far away, and thereby unable to give any efficient aid, we wish it to be known that we support you in your struggle against imperialism.
Best of luck in the coming storm,
George Sears.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Kids are never nice, regardless of whether they come from Rio de Janeiro or Cidade do Povo. I lived in both cities in my life, my childhood in Rio de Janeiro, my adolescence in Cidade do Povo, when pai was chosen by the Socialist Party to represent Rio de Janeiro in the the Workers and Farmers Congress. In Rio, we had a decent life. I had friends I'd play with and get into mischief with. Every now and then, my father would catch me and scold me, though he never laid a hand on me. He'd usually just ground me or lecture me or give me extra chores. I thought he could be the meanest man on Earth, till I had my own children.
In my neighborhood in Rio, there was an old man we knew as Sr. Boas. He was an ugly man. There was a scar across half his face, it was mishapened, and he never said a word to us. It seemed as if nothing existed other than himself and his gardens. He'd tend the rows of flowers every day, ignoring everything around him. We children figured that he must be dumb. Our ball could bump into him while he was hunched over tending the flowers, and he wouldn't notice. Of course, sometimes a ball would end up in his garden while he was inside. When we came to get it, he'd rush outside, face contorted, red, ugly, and shouting obscenities at us. Those times, we didn't think he was dumb. We'd think he was a monster. After we left, he would fret over the garden for a good thirty minutes, then enter his lair again.
We reacted to his aloof persona by inventing stories about him, nasty little stories. Danilo said he heard Sr. Boas was a warlock who tried to light a man on fire, but lost control of the magic, which reared up and mauled his own face. Davi said that the French had learned how to create evil men, and that Sr. Boas was one such creation that they had messed up on, and that the police were just waiting for him to go crazy so they could kill him and prove he was created by the French, and in the meantime they were just watching him. All the stories were quite wild and far-fetched. Sr. Boas probably new we were creating rumors about him, but he didn't care or do anything. He just tended his garden.
One day, us kids became very bored, and invented a new story. We said that Sr. Boas was a French spy, who hated the Socialist Union because they couldn't fix his hideous face, and wanted the Emperor to come and make everyone slaves. The flowers were secret messages to other spies, telling when it was safe to bring back the Emperor. We decided that the only way to end this plot was to destroy the flowers when Sr. Boas was gone to get his rations. We did just that, ripping apart the flower beds, leaving it strewn all over the street and in the remains of the flower bed, all the while laughing at our triumph and thinking we would become heroes.
When pai saw what had happened, he was furious. Red faced, shouting, he ordered us to get into the house. He interrigated us on the sofa, asking what could have possibly inspired us to do such a nasty thing. Sobbing, I told him the story and that we thought we would be national heroes for tearing up the garden. Pai was so angry he left the living room for a few minutes. He came back with mãe and told us our punishment: we were to personally appologize to Sr. Boas, and offer to help him fix his garden. It seems a fair punishment in any other situation, but for us children, having to be around Sr. Boas was a terrifying prospect, as if we were to meet the French Consul himself.
Pai was wise to send us to our room till Sr. Boas returned, and to explain the situation to him before we appologized. In the mean time, Davi, Danilo and I waited in my bedroom. We knew when Sr. Boas had returned. He dropped his rations and started screaming obscenities. We could hear him through the window. Pai tried to explain while Sr. Boas threw a fit, trying to calm him down. We couldn't tell what they were saying, but the yelling went on for about ten minutes, then after half an hour, pai came into our room and told us it was time to see Sr. Boas. As I came down the stairs in the house, my heart pounded. I imagined the various horrible deaths I could endure. My favorite was being in a burning pit with pai, mãe, and my friends, with Sr. Boas and the French Consul and the Emperor standing at the top, laughing maniacally as the fire melted our skin and faces, just like Sr. Boas's. Ever step across the street was torture, like walking up to the last place you'll stand before being shot by the firing squad. When pai knocked on the door, it was like cannon explosions. The door opened, creaking like a coffin's lid, and on the other side stood Sr. Boas in a military uniform. A Socialist uniform.
My friends and I were shocked at the sight of Sr. Boas in a Socialist uniform. He smiled his grizzly smile, the burned side of his face creasing oddly, and invited us in. His house wasn't much different than ours: it had a small living room with a couple couches and a few chairs set out for the extra guests, presumably from the kitchen. He invited us to sit on one couch, and he sat across from us. Pai took a chair, then said that we had something we wanted to say (why parents say that we want to say we're sorry and offer to help when children really don't want to do any such thing was, and still is, beyond me). I was the one who had to do the talking, of course, because I was the one on the hot seat, since pai was my father. So I told Sr. Boas about why we did it, the rumor, appologized, and offered to help him plant a new garden. Sr. Boas nodded. He said that the reason he was wearing his uniform was to show us that he was, indeed, a Socialist, not some French concoction. He said that the uniform was from his days in the air force. Pai, of course, prompted him to tell more. So Sr. Boas told us his story.
Sr. Boas was twenty when the Second World War started with New England. At the time, Sr. Boas had just been married. He never wanted to leave his wife, but it was war time, with the SUSA mobilizing to fight the New Englander empire, and rather than risk being conscripted, Sr. Boas got a comission as an officer. He was trained hastily, then shipped to the Caribbean. He was to be a part of the assault of Puerto Rico. He was a fine pilot, but when the New Englander air force came in full strength, he was one of those shot down. He barely survived. It was then he received the burn on his face. The New Englanders found him and fought hard to keep him alive, more for the sake of questioning him than for really caring about his health. It took months for him to recover, and by that time, he was no longer of use, since the Battle of Puerto Rico had failed. He was now a prisoner of war, kept on Puerto Rico for the remainder of the war. The New Englanders were fair captors, though it was by no means fun or easy. There were no attempts to escape since there was nowhere to escape to, so Sr. Boas was left fretting and worrying about his wife for ten years till the war ended and he was allowed to return home. When he was released when peace was signed with New England and the Second World War had ended, he found that his wife had been told that he had been killed, and she comitted suicide. Upon learning this, Sr. Boas decided that he had no home to come back to, and that all that was left for him was the air force. He remained in the air force till he retired and moved in across the street. He never loved again. To remember his wife and escape the loneliness, he planted flowers, which she loved. It was the only way to get back to a better time, when life was good, those few months when he was making a home for a life he would never receive. It kept him happy and sane.
Sr. Boas accepted our apology but refused to have us help him plant his garden again. For us to help would defeat the purpose. The next day, I watched as Sr. Boas worked on replanting his garden, and realized that only when he was working would his hideous face smile. He died a few years ago, and the military gave him an honorable funeral. Every once in a while, when I'm visiting Rio, I pass Sr. Boas's house. A new family lives there and the garden is now just grass. But I can still see him tending it with care, and for the only time in his life, smiling.
[Published in Memoirs, by Atilio Sousa]
In my neighborhood in Rio, there was an old man we knew as Sr. Boas. He was an ugly man. There was a scar across half his face, it was mishapened, and he never said a word to us. It seemed as if nothing existed other than himself and his gardens. He'd tend the rows of flowers every day, ignoring everything around him. We children figured that he must be dumb. Our ball could bump into him while he was hunched over tending the flowers, and he wouldn't notice. Of course, sometimes a ball would end up in his garden while he was inside. When we came to get it, he'd rush outside, face contorted, red, ugly, and shouting obscenities at us. Those times, we didn't think he was dumb. We'd think he was a monster. After we left, he would fret over the garden for a good thirty minutes, then enter his lair again.
We reacted to his aloof persona by inventing stories about him, nasty little stories. Danilo said he heard Sr. Boas was a warlock who tried to light a man on fire, but lost control of the magic, which reared up and mauled his own face. Davi said that the French had learned how to create evil men, and that Sr. Boas was one such creation that they had messed up on, and that the police were just waiting for him to go crazy so they could kill him and prove he was created by the French, and in the meantime they were just watching him. All the stories were quite wild and far-fetched. Sr. Boas probably new we were creating rumors about him, but he didn't care or do anything. He just tended his garden.
One day, us kids became very bored, and invented a new story. We said that Sr. Boas was a French spy, who hated the Socialist Union because they couldn't fix his hideous face, and wanted the Emperor to come and make everyone slaves. The flowers were secret messages to other spies, telling when it was safe to bring back the Emperor. We decided that the only way to end this plot was to destroy the flowers when Sr. Boas was gone to get his rations. We did just that, ripping apart the flower beds, leaving it strewn all over the street and in the remains of the flower bed, all the while laughing at our triumph and thinking we would become heroes.
When pai saw what had happened, he was furious. Red faced, shouting, he ordered us to get into the house. He interrigated us on the sofa, asking what could have possibly inspired us to do such a nasty thing. Sobbing, I told him the story and that we thought we would be national heroes for tearing up the garden. Pai was so angry he left the living room for a few minutes. He came back with mãe and told us our punishment: we were to personally appologize to Sr. Boas, and offer to help him fix his garden. It seems a fair punishment in any other situation, but for us children, having to be around Sr. Boas was a terrifying prospect, as if we were to meet the French Consul himself.
Pai was wise to send us to our room till Sr. Boas returned, and to explain the situation to him before we appologized. In the mean time, Davi, Danilo and I waited in my bedroom. We knew when Sr. Boas had returned. He dropped his rations and started screaming obscenities. We could hear him through the window. Pai tried to explain while Sr. Boas threw a fit, trying to calm him down. We couldn't tell what they were saying, but the yelling went on for about ten minutes, then after half an hour, pai came into our room and told us it was time to see Sr. Boas. As I came down the stairs in the house, my heart pounded. I imagined the various horrible deaths I could endure. My favorite was being in a burning pit with pai, mãe, and my friends, with Sr. Boas and the French Consul and the Emperor standing at the top, laughing maniacally as the fire melted our skin and faces, just like Sr. Boas's. Ever step across the street was torture, like walking up to the last place you'll stand before being shot by the firing squad. When pai knocked on the door, it was like cannon explosions. The door opened, creaking like a coffin's lid, and on the other side stood Sr. Boas in a military uniform. A Socialist uniform.
My friends and I were shocked at the sight of Sr. Boas in a Socialist uniform. He smiled his grizzly smile, the burned side of his face creasing oddly, and invited us in. His house wasn't much different than ours: it had a small living room with a couple couches and a few chairs set out for the extra guests, presumably from the kitchen. He invited us to sit on one couch, and he sat across from us. Pai took a chair, then said that we had something we wanted to say (why parents say that we want to say we're sorry and offer to help when children really don't want to do any such thing was, and still is, beyond me). I was the one who had to do the talking, of course, because I was the one on the hot seat, since pai was my father. So I told Sr. Boas about why we did it, the rumor, appologized, and offered to help him plant a new garden. Sr. Boas nodded. He said that the reason he was wearing his uniform was to show us that he was, indeed, a Socialist, not some French concoction. He said that the uniform was from his days in the air force. Pai, of course, prompted him to tell more. So Sr. Boas told us his story.
Sr. Boas was twenty when the Second World War started with New England. At the time, Sr. Boas had just been married. He never wanted to leave his wife, but it was war time, with the SUSA mobilizing to fight the New Englander empire, and rather than risk being conscripted, Sr. Boas got a comission as an officer. He was trained hastily, then shipped to the Caribbean. He was to be a part of the assault of Puerto Rico. He was a fine pilot, but when the New Englander air force came in full strength, he was one of those shot down. He barely survived. It was then he received the burn on his face. The New Englanders found him and fought hard to keep him alive, more for the sake of questioning him than for really caring about his health. It took months for him to recover, and by that time, he was no longer of use, since the Battle of Puerto Rico had failed. He was now a prisoner of war, kept on Puerto Rico for the remainder of the war. The New Englanders were fair captors, though it was by no means fun or easy. There were no attempts to escape since there was nowhere to escape to, so Sr. Boas was left fretting and worrying about his wife for ten years till the war ended and he was allowed to return home. When he was released when peace was signed with New England and the Second World War had ended, he found that his wife had been told that he had been killed, and she comitted suicide. Upon learning this, Sr. Boas decided that he had no home to come back to, and that all that was left for him was the air force. He remained in the air force till he retired and moved in across the street. He never loved again. To remember his wife and escape the loneliness, he planted flowers, which she loved. It was the only way to get back to a better time, when life was good, those few months when he was making a home for a life he would never receive. It kept him happy and sane.
Sr. Boas accepted our apology but refused to have us help him plant his garden again. For us to help would defeat the purpose. The next day, I watched as Sr. Boas worked on replanting his garden, and realized that only when he was working would his hideous face smile. He died a few years ago, and the military gave him an honorable funeral. Every once in a while, when I'm visiting Rio, I pass Sr. Boas's house. A new family lives there and the garden is now just grass. But I can still see him tending it with care, and for the only time in his life, smiling.
[Published in Memoirs, by Atilio Sousa]
carmen510
Deity
From the Free City of Chicago
To New England and the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania
We would be willing to investigate the allegations put forward by New England that massacres on Red Cross workers were carried out, and would be willing to act as a mediator between your two nations, should you find a diplomatic solution preferable to the act of war.
However, we would like to officially keep a neutral stance in this war at this time.
To New England and the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania
We would be willing to investigate the allegations put forward by New England that massacres on Red Cross workers were carried out, and would be willing to act as a mediator between your two nations, should you find a diplomatic solution preferable to the act of war.
However, we would like to officially keep a neutral stance in this war at this time.
TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
To: The Free City of Chicago
We applaud some sense of sanity, and would welcome an investigation. A refusal by New England obviously shows it has no proof, as a simple, unbiased investigation will do no harm. We'd also like Virginia to be involved, if they accept.
We applaud some sense of sanity, and would welcome an investigation. A refusal by New England obviously shows it has no proof, as a simple, unbiased investigation will do no harm. We'd also like Virginia to be involved, if they accept.
Circuit
Writing Letters
OOC: Oh, I've never written like that, so I wouldn't. I especially liked the part about '... to return the evil emperor', almost gave me the chills. 
(My story is definitely not my style either, but I don't think off-kilter or light sci-fi/-fantasy would do much for ABNW.)
Any comments on the invasion of Pennsylvania? Or perhaps we should heel it for the update (or at least the first post of page seven).
(My story is definitely not my style either, but I don't think off-kilter or light sci-fi/-fantasy would do much for ABNW.)
Any comments on the invasion of Pennsylvania? Or perhaps we should heel it for the update (or at least the first post of page seven).
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