Capto Iugulum
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I'm current involved in a hunt for a job which is taking me across the state of Florida, twice now. Therefore, natural extension until I get back, which should be Thursday afternoon or Friday. This is the only warning, and I apologize, but I will NOT be able to answer diplomacy/questions before the update.
SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
Unless youwish to reimburse us for the 200+ EP you have cost Kurdistan...
Nope.
To Rome
From Kurdistan
Thank you for re-sending the document! As per section 2 of that, though, since you are guaranteeing the border as pf that agreement, shouldn't you be helping Kurdistan to reclaim that land? (OOC: might have read that wrong, but whatever, it's worth a shot
)That works too. As the land is under our control, and any attempts to dislodge us will be incredibly costly to all parties involved, we shall continue on in a perpetual state of cold warfare where Turkey has all that they want and Kurdistan is just plain disagreeable.
To: Kurdistan
From: Rome
Our understanding, and intent, of Section 2 of our agreement was to protect pre-war borders of all former-Roman lands, to include Turkey and the Pontic Republic, however it was not to prevent the expansion of those borders into Kurd territory. While we are trying to push for a peace which both parties can agree on, ultimately we will only aid Turkey in defending their pre-war border and not in offensive actions, likewise, we will also not aid Turkey in defending the currently occupied territories as this was not part of our agreement.
From: Rome
Our understanding, and intent, of Section 2 of our agreement was to protect pre-war borders of all former-Roman lands, to include Turkey and the Pontic Republic, however it was not to prevent the expansion of those borders into Kurd territory. While we are trying to push for a peace which both parties can agree on, ultimately we will only aid Turkey in defending their pre-war border and not in offensive actions, likewise, we will also not aid Turkey in defending the currently occupied territories as this was not part of our agreement.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
The Madrid Commune
November 14, 1917.
Pablo Picasso raised his rifle, sighed, and shot at the column of soldiers which marched through the empty Madrid street. He missed, but they heard the shot and scurried behind the debris that littered the street, searching desperately for him. Pablo crouched back down and hid behind the wall of the bellower he was sitting in, hoping they would not see him.
34 days. 34 days of freedom, liberty and equality. That was how long the Madrid Commune lasted. Pablo had returned from the Great War, from the trenches in Occitania where he had fought, hoping to return to his normal life. But the government had other ideas. They retained the professional military units, for whatever reason. And through the next decade, Pablo watched Spain suffer. Crippling reparations pushed inflation to record heights, forcing Pablo to pay for his bread with wheelbarrows of money. The sons of Spain bled and died in the colonial wars in North Africa and Egypt. Phoenix militias ran rampant through the streets. And finally, the military rose up, and seized power in Madrid. The Emperor declared for Mola's thugs, while the Congress fled to Barcelona. Another Spanish civil war had begun. But the Proletarist Party had other ideas.
The old order was dead, they said. The government of the rich, the plutocrats, the imperialists, the militarists, had died in the trenches of Occitania, in the jungles of India, the seas of the Atlantic, and now the fields of Central Spain. The time was at hand for a revolution, to sweep out the tyrant Emperor and the hated plutocrats alike, and usher in a new age of equality and freedom for the common man. A new era had dawned, that where the rich would oppress the poor and hungry no longer. So the Proletarists rose up, taking the workers of Madrid along with them, and they barricaded the streets and waved their red flags in the air. Pablo's brigade was among the first to march on the barricades, demanded by the government in the name of the King and God to tear down the godless proletarist barricade and see them to their homes. But when they arrived, the proletariats did not ridicule them or fight them. They urged them to join, fight the men who sent you here, and fight the men who sent you to die in Occitania, in India, in Egypt , in China, on the fields of Andalusia against their own countrymen for their own evil desires and greed. So Pablo and the brigades mutinied. When Major General Alfonso Beretta ordered them to fire, someone shot him in the head, and the division joined the Proletarists on the barricades en masse. They were welcomed and embraced like brothers, fed, clothed, appreciated. Soon, other military units and men from across Madrid flocked to join them, to be part of the vanguard of the revolution which would change the world and bring a new Proletarist World Revolution.
The new People's Militia assembled, soldiers mingling with shopkeepers, and they marched out of their barricades to seize Madrid. The Emperor fled the city, taking with him the government, while the rich took their wealth and bailed like a thousand rats. Pablo had never seen such wealth in his life, the squirrelled away riches of generations, stolen from honest workers and men like him and leaving the victims to starve. The Militia had seized Madrid, and now a utopia of sharing and egalitarianism could begin, as the militia erected new barricades around the city. The workers rejoiced in the streets, and all of the people of Madrid were happy, as the spirit of community spread through the city. Shopkeepers freely gave out their wares to passers-by, carpenters wandered into homes and repaired furniture without asking for payment, and the homeless were housed in the once great hotels of the Rich. It seemed like this utopia would last forever.
But this was not to be. The Emperor, hiding in his other palace in Salamanca, marshalled his loyal forces and marched on Madrid, ignoring even the Republicans in Andalusia. The barricades fell, and Imperial soldiers marched through Madrid, killing indiscriminately and looting everything in an orgy of blood and violence. They had retaken the parliament building and the Palace, which the Commune Council had seized as the new People's Palace to govern Madrid in, and shot every single council member after a brief, rigged trial. Now, soldiers had spread out all over the city, and the last pockets of resistance were simply men like Pablo, hiding in bell towers and taking potshots at Imperialists. Off in the distance, Pablo could see the black and red flag of the Proletarists above the original barricades, burning. He reloaded his rifle, and took aim at another Imperial soldier as they searched desperately for him. Here, at least, for the next few hours, the Madrid Commune was still alive.
November 14, 1917.
Pablo Picasso raised his rifle, sighed, and shot at the column of soldiers which marched through the empty Madrid street. He missed, but they heard the shot and scurried behind the debris that littered the street, searching desperately for him. Pablo crouched back down and hid behind the wall of the bellower he was sitting in, hoping they would not see him.
34 days. 34 days of freedom, liberty and equality. That was how long the Madrid Commune lasted. Pablo had returned from the Great War, from the trenches in Occitania where he had fought, hoping to return to his normal life. But the government had other ideas. They retained the professional military units, for whatever reason. And through the next decade, Pablo watched Spain suffer. Crippling reparations pushed inflation to record heights, forcing Pablo to pay for his bread with wheelbarrows of money. The sons of Spain bled and died in the colonial wars in North Africa and Egypt. Phoenix militias ran rampant through the streets. And finally, the military rose up, and seized power in Madrid. The Emperor declared for Mola's thugs, while the Congress fled to Barcelona. Another Spanish civil war had begun. But the Proletarist Party had other ideas.
The old order was dead, they said. The government of the rich, the plutocrats, the imperialists, the militarists, had died in the trenches of Occitania, in the jungles of India, the seas of the Atlantic, and now the fields of Central Spain. The time was at hand for a revolution, to sweep out the tyrant Emperor and the hated plutocrats alike, and usher in a new age of equality and freedom for the common man. A new era had dawned, that where the rich would oppress the poor and hungry no longer. So the Proletarists rose up, taking the workers of Madrid along with them, and they barricaded the streets and waved their red flags in the air. Pablo's brigade was among the first to march on the barricades, demanded by the government in the name of the King and God to tear down the godless proletarist barricade and see them to their homes. But when they arrived, the proletariats did not ridicule them or fight them. They urged them to join, fight the men who sent you here, and fight the men who sent you to die in Occitania, in India, in Egypt , in China, on the fields of Andalusia against their own countrymen for their own evil desires and greed. So Pablo and the brigades mutinied. When Major General Alfonso Beretta ordered them to fire, someone shot him in the head, and the division joined the Proletarists on the barricades en masse. They were welcomed and embraced like brothers, fed, clothed, appreciated. Soon, other military units and men from across Madrid flocked to join them, to be part of the vanguard of the revolution which would change the world and bring a new Proletarist World Revolution.
The new People's Militia assembled, soldiers mingling with shopkeepers, and they marched out of their barricades to seize Madrid. The Emperor fled the city, taking with him the government, while the rich took their wealth and bailed like a thousand rats. Pablo had never seen such wealth in his life, the squirrelled away riches of generations, stolen from honest workers and men like him and leaving the victims to starve. The Militia had seized Madrid, and now a utopia of sharing and egalitarianism could begin, as the militia erected new barricades around the city. The workers rejoiced in the streets, and all of the people of Madrid were happy, as the spirit of community spread through the city. Shopkeepers freely gave out their wares to passers-by, carpenters wandered into homes and repaired furniture without asking for payment, and the homeless were housed in the once great hotels of the Rich. It seemed like this utopia would last forever.
But this was not to be. The Emperor, hiding in his other palace in Salamanca, marshalled his loyal forces and marched on Madrid, ignoring even the Republicans in Andalusia. The barricades fell, and Imperial soldiers marched through Madrid, killing indiscriminately and looting everything in an orgy of blood and violence. They had retaken the parliament building and the Palace, which the Commune Council had seized as the new People's Palace to govern Madrid in, and shot every single council member after a brief, rigged trial. Now, soldiers had spread out all over the city, and the last pockets of resistance were simply men like Pablo, hiding in bell towers and taking potshots at Imperialists. Off in the distance, Pablo could see the black and red flag of the Proletarists above the original barricades, burning. He reloaded his rifle, and took aim at another Imperial soldier as they searched desperately for him. Here, at least, for the next few hours, the Madrid Commune was still alive.
Blue Bacon 3
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OOC: That's a lovely story Grandkhan, I'm no commie prole due to family history, but it's touching.
ChiefDesigner
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The Atlanta Protocol
Being a treaty of peace and recognition between the United States of America, on the one hand; and the United Proletarist Republics of America, on the other hand; consisting of the Appalachian, Mississippi, Okeechobee, and Tennessee Proletarist Republics.
ARTICLE I. The border between the United States of America and the United Proletarist Republics of America shall be set in accordance with the following map.
ARTICLE II. In the interests of amity, the US will be allowed to occupy Gwinnett County, Georgia, for a ten-year period, with option to renew pending the approval of all signatories.
ARTICLE III. The United States Navy may use Pensacola, Mobile and Nueva Barcelona as ports of call for a ten-year period, with option to renew pending the approval of all signatories.
ARTICLE IV. The right of civilians, regardless of creed or color, to move freely across the border shall not be abridged.
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Signed on this day of November 28th, in the Year of our Lord 1918, by:
Thomas "Cassius" Perkins, for the Appalachian Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
Marcus Mosiah Garvey, for the Okeechobee Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
Lawrence "Scipio" Holloway, for the Tennessee Proletarist Republic
Elijah Bell, for the Mississippi Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
Thomas "Cassius" Perkins, for the Appalachian Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
Marcus Mosiah Garvey, for the Okeechobee Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
Lawrence "Scipio" Holloway, for the Tennessee Proletarist Republic
Elijah Bell, for the Mississippi Proletarist Republic (pending ratification)
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Presumably, not available to attend and sent a delegate
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To: the USA and the United Proletarist Republics of America
From: Peru
Congratulations!
From: Peru
Congratulations!
Lord of Elves
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From: Workers Commonwealth
To: United Proletarist Republics of America
CC: All American Factions
This peaceable accord, if indeed it proves a permanent solution to the issue of your independence, is to be lauded and celebrated. We extend our congratulations to all the involved parties on reaching a peaceful solution, and hope that it shall last long and well for all those concerned. The independence of the American negro proletarists, and an end to the bloodshed, is something that is a success and a boon to all the peoples and states of America. Lange leve Revolutionen!
To: United Proletarist Republics of America
CC: All American Factions
This peaceable accord, if indeed it proves a permanent solution to the issue of your independence, is to be lauded and celebrated. We extend our congratulations to all the involved parties on reaching a peaceful solution, and hope that it shall last long and well for all those concerned. The independence of the American negro proletarists, and an end to the bloodshed, is something that is a success and a boon to all the peoples and states of America. Lange leve Revolutionen!
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
TO: USA
FROM: Brazil
This peace is a stain on your record. Brazil will never recognize these proletarist states as legitimate. Peace has been given to criminals and should be considered nothing less than an unwarranted pardon, condoning such behavior for future savages to abuse.
FROM: Brazil
This peace is a stain on your record. Brazil will never recognize these proletarist states as legitimate. Peace has been given to criminals and should be considered nothing less than an unwarranted pardon, condoning such behavior for future savages to abuse.
Lord of Elves
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The harsh voice of Brazilian tyranny shall never drown out the melodious chords of the concert of the Revolution!
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Fixed it for you.
