FemIOT: X vs Y

ATTACK ON TUMBLR

[TW: Really Bad Video]



Tumblr is in danger. Never before has the Triumvirate come under such a threat before since the Abby Insurgency (forever may she suffer).

Our scouts have sighted three large Male Hordes within striking distance of our border regions. The sheer size of the Hordes is a cause for concern and has required that we take extreme measures. The Triumvirate has decided to reorganize production on a country-wide scale. All citizens with "Worker Privilege" must report for immediate Privilege Check and Reassignment.

May the Goddesses Save Us All.

~Eternal Matriarch of the Church of the Triumvirate ****yeahsuperwholock​
 
OOC: Question: How long does a turn last?
 
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such horde
very masculism
much meme
wow


Spoiler :
OOC: I need to wash my hands from using such a terrible meme.
 
Official Logs of-
39th Generalkapitel Session (Abridged on orders of Hochmeister)
Hera 2nd, 10th year of Our Lady

Standing Members of the Generalkapitel

Hochmeister Margaretha Seidel
Großgebietiger Cecillia Klossner
Großgebietiger Hiltraud Lieberenz
Großgebietiger Ina Janson
Großgebietiger Albina Kruse



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Seidel: With no other notable information to report on, I will step back and turn over the meeting to the proposals for the Generalkapitel.

Klossner: I would like to propose to the Generalkapitel that we reconsider our decision to avoid expanding our borders. We've spent years on building a base of power, and our maidens in armor stand at the ready. Now is the time for us to spread out and bring the word of our Lady to the undesirables of the world.

Janson: Seconded.

(Vote to expand passes unanimously, no incident)

Kl: Hochmeister, I've taken the liberty of detailing our path of expansion into the Holstein region to the West, which I think is our best option at the moment.

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Kruse: I disagree. I feel we should move East to check the power of the Volgans. They may be women, but their fervor towards the cause, or lack thereof, leaves much to be desired.

Lieberenz: It's more important to focus on the male horde in Albion then on a probably ally.

Kr: They're on an island, the most they can do is toss rocks across the channel. We're wasting our time there.

Se: Our Lady holds that it is critical that we combat the threat of heresy no matter how small it may seem.

(Frivolous details on logistics omitted. Generalkapitel decides 3-1-1 to move west. Lucina, daughter of Großgebietiger Lieberenz, is given command of the Western armies.)

Kl: I would like to propose that our engineers begin work on the Meteor project, which involves [Censored on orders of Hochmeister]

Li: By the lady, have you lost your head?

(Further conversation omitted due to excessive profanity. Generalkapitel votes against the Meteor project 1-4.)

Li: I would like to propose to the Generalkapitel that we task our engineers with rebuilding the gunships recovered from the Brandenburg area. They are believed to be highly advanced technology from just before the End, thus it would be crucial to restore them to working order.

Kl: These resources would be better spent on the Meteor prototypes.

Li: Clearly you have no understanding of how implausible they are considering the minimal resources we posses.

(Omitted due to profanity)

Li: Regardless, restoring these gunships would give us a crucial advantage should we ever wish to move against the Albion man horde.

(Generalkapitel votes 3-2 on the gunship restoration project.)

Ja: I would like to bring to the attention of the Generalkapitel that one of our respected citizens has given birth to a set of healthy twin girls. They have been selected in advance for induction into the Knights, and the approval of the Hochmeister is needed to confirm their service.

Kr: Mary Weger, right? We speak on occasion. Such a shame it took four tries to produce a worthy offspring. All males destined for slavery and breeding. Our Lady bless her for suffering that indignity.

Se: She needn't suffer longer. The induction of the Weger sisters is approved.

(No further points of interest were brought up during the meeting. Generalkapitel was disbanded to meet again on the second day of Athena for the 40th session.)

-Recorded by Bürokauffrau Claudia Norup
 
Summer: 20XX

Chapter One: Just Another Uncertainty

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Humanity is not what it seems
As reality plays my darkest dreams
The end is too far for us to see
I’ll make it with you here next to me

-Final log in a diary found in Port Nos, found near an executed couple for failing to comply with the order to hand over all males

As spring transitioned in summer, the world surprisingly did not jump into conflict as quickly as it was anticipated. In fact, despite the calling of many of the male warlords to charge at the former oppressors and bring their civilizations into ruins, the summer of 20XX is defined mostly by the complete inactivity of the hordes in any serious military operations against female states. However, this did not mean conflict itself did not happen; merely that most of the tension was in fact internal.

In the great hordelands of America, it appears Lily Dawn was correct after all. The red pills that the tribe of the same name so fervently based their entire way of life became increasingly hard to find in the ruins on the east. Attempts to ration the pills only for the best warriors in the tirbe only caused discontent, which was not helped by many tribe members reportingly developing an addiction to the pills. As withdrawal kicked in, many red pillers started to fight among each other for control of the few pills remaining, until the majority of the horde was dead. Without any substantial numbers, the few survivors broke off, and the once great horde ceased to be.

Things were not going much better within the orthodox Reddit Army, however. Lily Dawn, presumably tired of fleeing from the women of the west, issued an order preventing anyone from crossing the Mississippi River. However, paradoxically, Lily Dawn refused to march towards the women of the west, nor find any greener pastures north or south. Effectively, this meant the horde stayed in already-scavenged Missouri. The Reddit Army is quickly getting restless, and hunger is starting to kick in with the lack of food through foraging picked over territory. If Lily Dawn wants to avoid the same fate as his eastern brethren, his horde will either finally have to cross the Mississippi, or march towards the west.

The independent Fringe Socialists, however, did march, down south towards Mexico City. There, it was reasoned, they could scavenge for littered war materials from before the meteors, restore them, and use them against the Tumbling nation. Although many were dissapointed a more direct confrontation was not chosen, the logic was sound, and thus the Fringe Socialists complied. The march South was mostly uneventful; some minor female communities were razed and their male slaves welcomed into the fold, but there was no real conflict for the Fringe Socialists. Which became a conflict in it's own

Ever since the nuclear winter resulting from the meteors, the Earth has grown to be much colder. Moving south to Mexico, on the other hand, has brought the horde into a decisively warmer, more temperate region than their homelands up north. Coupled with the fact that there is barely anyone to compete for vital hunting grounds and scavenging locations, means that a growing minority wishes to stay in Mexico, permanently. They already have their freedom, so what would going back north accomplish? This is not helped by the fact that it mostly likely be winter by the time they would reach the Tumbling nation, and they would therefore have to deal with a harsh winter. In either case, the Fringes are almost at the outskirts of Mexico City....

In the Triumvirate, the threat of the hordes were taken very seriously by the government, and thus a general conscription was implemented. Anyone who was deemed to have enough "military privileged" was forced to report to their nearest recruitment station, in which they were distributed into auxiliary roles, or even front line if they had too much privilege.

Perhaps the most drastic measure, however, was the creation of Operation Ice-Titian. Realizing that most horded do not have heavy ordinance to crush walls down, the Tumblrites had the ingenious idea to build a giant wall across territories that bordered the hordelands of the Great Plains. Benefiting from the influx of conscripts, construction of the giant wall began in California, but, when completed, is expected to stretch across all of the borderlands.

However, there is some criticisms of this plan. The nature of building a giant wall stretching from Baja California all the way towards Canada is a monumental task, both in manpower and resources. While the former is mostly in check thanks to the ample amount of conscripts, there are major concerns over the viability of getting enough building materials to properly reinforce the wall. Time is also of another factor, while the strip across California is mostly complete, work hasn't even begun in neighboring Baja California or Nevada, let alone anywhere up north. Many fear the wall will be nowhere near complete by the time the hordes finally do come.

Meanwhile, in Europe, the Manpire elects to move south, towards London. To their complete surprise, there is not a single person alive on the entire island, man or woman. They are completely alone on the isle of Great Britain, which is especially odd considering they had a hot landing when they came from the "sinking" Isle of Man. A few feel as if some malevolent being killed all those who were on this island previously, and that the Manpire might suffer the same fate if they continue to be here.

Luckily, in Kent, the Manpire found a harbor filled with boats. Most have some damage on them, but with some months worth of fixing, they could become seaworthy yet again, for whatever purposes the Manpire wishes to have with them. Considering there is almost nothing on Britain for the Manpire, almost everyone in the Manpire is ravounsly drooling at the opportunity to go out to sea.

Out west, unified in their faith, the Teutonic Order sends warladies westwards, hoping to bring peace and stability to their Germanic brethren. The Order found a community of women, centered but not limited to ruins around Hamburg, which were well organized but lacked much military capabilities. At first, these women of the west were very receptive to the idea of allowing the Teutonic Order to protect them, and thus willingly allowed themselves to be annexed by them.

However, the annexation of this Hamburg commune naturally brought forth the expanding of the Teutonic government, and their zeal of their faith with them. Unbeknownst to the Teutonic Order at the time of annexation, the Western Germans were ardent atheists, and did not take too kindly to the missionaries crossing over and attempting to force them to convert. They especially didn't like some zealous governors attempted to change local laws to fit canonical law. In Neu-Hamburg, three local women were publicly beaten, one fatally, by Orderswomen for attempting to protest against the Teutonic's religion. The Generalkapitel is now stuck behind a rock and a hard place; attempting to convert Western Germany will most likely bring more discontent to their new lands. However, not converting or, goddess-forbid, attempting to abandon the new territories will cause the faithful in the east to get angry.

Luckily, there is a small silver lining in all of this for the Teutonic Order. The attempts at restoring the gunships were a resounding success, and the military is convinced that they are now combat ready. Any battle the Order gets into can now recive air support by these gunships, which will surely strike fear even in the greatest hordes, and even the protesters in the west.

The most conflict stained region in the world without a doubt is the land occupied by the Order of Nosdracha. Concerned about the growing power of the female warlords, who are being assimilated into Nosdracha but yet still hold their extreme androphobic views, the council enacted what was derided as a very hasty plan of deciding to kill every single male within their borders.

The breeding pens were cleared out as every slave was immediately executed on the spot. Everyone was to turn in their male slaves, if they had any, for extermination. Anyone who was caught disobeying, which a not-insignificant portion of male slave owners did, were slaughtered along with the men. The canals of Port Nos turned red as blood spilled everywhere, but after a week, the Order proudly declared they were man free.

However, many women are still extremely discontent with this decision, which was made without their consent or at least prior knowledge before it happened. Not only has the government took their property away, but now women are getting cranky as they can no longer satisfy their carnal pleasures. Not to mention everyone knows at least one person who was brutally murdered in the whole ordeal. Protests litter the streets of every major settlement in Nosdracha's lands, demanding for immediate democratization of the government so that something like this will never happen again.

Protests like these do not exist in Volga, however. Instead, the nation faced a bomb scare by a madmale tired of being oppressed. While he was quickly brought to justice before anything serious could occur, it remained a strong reminder to the citizens in Volga that the male threat to their way of life still exists and needs to be destroyed. They have full faith in their Premier to lead them into a new age of prosperity.

They are not the only ones, however. One day, a massive horde from the east approached the Volga,. Warning alarms were raised, and the army quickly mobilized to deal with this threat. However, before any serious violence started, the Volgans realized they were, in fact, women, and not men. They spoke a strange language no one understood at first. However, a private was able to establish contact with them; her mom was from China, and these refugees spoke the same language her mother taught her and talked to her with.

The refugees, led by a lady known as Jin Lun, were the fabled Chinese refugees that left the Middle Kingdom after their Great Divorce. For years, they have wandered the Central Asian steppes, trying to make a life out there as they were continuously preyed upon by the male hordes. Perhaps the strongest was a horde lead by a man simply known as "Khan", who Jin believes is raising an army to attack the "effeminate states of Europe".

Jin begs the Volgans to let her people settle in their lands, but this has caused major concerns within the current population. While agreeing would be the humane thing to do, Jin's female horde is almost half the current population of Volga's current, and barely anyone, if any, speaks Russian. They would be extremely hard to integrate within Volgan society, and no one knows if they even produce enough food to be able to sustain the refugees while also feeding themselves.

In China proper, controversy is abound when the leaders of the Horde continue to delay moving out of Beijing week after week. They continuously claim there is more supplies to be scavenged before they set out, but some believe that the leaders are too sentimental of the Forbidden City to finally abandon it. Whether the case is, the horde is now starting to eat through its supplies meant for it's journey, and many are calling for the replacement of the current regime for someone who is more suited for leadership on the road.

Thusly, the Earth stood still as summer drew to a close. While almost everyone expecting the fighting to begin quickly, the slow start will not be around forever. The next few months might even be the most critical in the entire Earth's existence...

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OOC Notes:

Update 2 soft lock on Wendsday again

Son's nation was destroyed, for he announced to me on chat that he quit the game

If Martin and Christos fail to send orders again, their nations may be either NPC'd or destroyed, depending on what I need at that particular moment.

@Poly: Post a map next time, please. I put you as close as you could get to Mexico City in one turn, but for the future, I will not process movement orders if you don't post a map of your movement Consider youself warned.

@Cived: You have the option of spending all four movement points to place yourself on Calais this turn, if you so wish. It will take some time to repair the boats, hence why it requires a full turn to move. If you do this, you will not need to post a map since it's plainly obvious what you're doing.

Stats later
 
A chainsaw buzz filled the air.
"Hey, mateys, this thing's pretty faze."
"What should we do with it?"
"I'm MLG at Dead Rising and trust me, put it on a stick."
"So.... Chainswords?"
"8/8 idea."
"Chain nunchuks!"
"Chain katanas!"
"Chain Katana Nunchuks!"
A man wearing a distinctive uniformed walked over.
"What's this discussion about."
The three tekskrubs stood to attention.
"Sorry, Matrix. Won't happen again, sir."
"Don't make me rek you for insubordination". one of the tekskrubs gulped nervously.
"Sir, we were discussing the use of this-" - the tekskrub revved the chainsaw - "in battle. We all agree it's faze, but..."
"Mhm. I'll relay your discovieries to Ea Gaben for review."
"Yes, sir. Praise the Manperor."
Matrix Voronin idly ambled by the y-shaped crosses, upon which many a Jotron had been nailed by the Xephites for disobeying the Commandments of the Battlefield.
He wandered past a dock, where the nub tekskrubs were painting the name on a new boat. It looked like it said Voronin. Voronin hoped to the Sempai Kush that there was already a boat named Sherman, Patton or Blackfire attached to his squad.
At this point he almost walked into a member of the Fazeklan. These men, the Ist Legion and the Brethren of the Manperor, were considered by everyone to be the greatest hope in case of a female attack. Whereas the average Rekruit had an airsoft or simple bolt-action, the Fazeklans had access to arsenal's worth of weapons.
"Matrix Voronin."
"Yes, Ceesgo Pavlov?"
"I believe you have words to discuss with our Devgru?"
"Indeed, it's regarding with our plans after Calais."
"Proceed." Pavlov motioned with his gun.
"... and I'm telling you, Charlemagne founded the HRE!"
"No he didn't, he founded Francia. The HRE isn't ingame until 950!"
Voronin looked on nervously. "Gentlemen?"
The Regimental Xephite and Devgru observed as Voronin entered.
"Ah, Voronin, good to see you!" The Devgru had a voice like a bullet train.
"Yes, Rain. Good to see you too. And you, Xephite." The Xephite nodded politely.
"So, as you may have noticed, we're going to be sailing across the Channel here and he"
"What about the Channel Tunnel? I have heard of this thing, but can't we use that?"
"Too far away, too much of a chokepoint, probably collapsed due to reminding some woman somewhere of something."
"Well then, we get to Calais and then what?"
"Ok, so you see here is a feminist order of knights, here's a feminist order in Italy and over here... Russia."
Voronoi's expression grew cold. "Surely the Manperor isn't..."
The Xephite laughed. "The Manperor isn't an idiot. We're going to do a crosscountry of Europe."
"What do you mean?"
Irish looked on. "Here's Calais, and here's Gibraltar. we're heading to Gibraltar, then to Africa, and if everything goes well we will end up..." Irish pointed at old Iran, "here."
"I see. and how do you plan on taking the boats with you?"
the Xephite looked at him. "You're an Optik, figure it out."
"... wheels?"
"Maybe, can't confirm it'd work in water though."
"Maybe we can refit some tanks?"
"Too heavy."
"Hmm. Well, I have no doubt you'll find a way to keep the boats for the Crossing."
"Of course. Now I have work to attend do. Devgru, Xephite..."
Voronoi exited the tent and went to his company. He saw the tekskrubs were still busy with their chainsaw ideas.
And then it hit him.
"Gentlemen, new idea for your chainsaw project."
Spoiler orders :
move over to calais

Spoiler extra fluff for the Manpire :

The Manpire has gone from complete montage parody to a combination of montage parody, mongolia, and WH40K.
The hierarchy of the empire works as follows:
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Priestskrubs are part chaplains, and part an actual army. Most priestskrubs are attached to legions, but Xephite Snake leads his own legion of priestskrubs. They do such things as bless the troops in the name of the Dew and the Sempai Kush.
The Optik Clan is, rather than most other clans, made of men who actually know how to operate mechanical items, rather than having used them in a game once. Hence, they make up a separate wing of the Manpire, but their armed force is well known for innovation, such as in the Battle of Mersey when they adapted a gun they had found to fire screwdrivers (which killed a few enemies but was highly unpredictable).
The Legions of the Manpire are based on gaming clans from the past, and the leading one is most likely Faze, being the Manperor's clan of choice.
Promotion is handled by kills. Getting a certain amount of kills gets you promoted, and with each promotion the 'pire trusts you with more and more weapons. Priestskrubs are not allowed firearms.
Succession for the Manperor, Treyarch and Dice are handled by appointment. The Kjellberg is picked out of the Snipars, and for the Military Orders the next in command simply assumes the role.
The process defined as "rekking" is the crucifixion mentioned earlier, and it can be given for everything from high treason through stealing someone's ration to not following the Commandments of the Battlefield (the religious texts of the Manpire).
In case you're wondering, all religion-related names are based off of gaming youtubers (and snipars), and various terms are derived from the companies that make the parodied games or the games themselves.
 
Jin Lun and her desperate entourage are malnourished and emaciated, but one does not survive so perilous a cross-continental exodus without earning some degree of physical fortitude. Concealed by the women's utter exhaustion is a sinewy strength built up over a decade of survivalism and ruthless manhorde assaults. Of the estimated millions that fled the tyranny of the Beijing patriarchy, only a few hundred thousand reached the Volgan frontier. They are not soldiers, and having spent ten years on the run are out of practice with whatever schools or trades to which they once belonged. But they are strong women, the Premier knows, and if handled correctly could very well prove the toughest cadre ever dreamed of by Feminism.

So long as they can be harboured.

The Premier sits at the head, slightly to the right, of a long conference table, the nomad women's chief ambassador sitting next to her. Ringing the rest of the bureau are the Volgan ministers on one side, Jin Lun's closest deputies on the other. The dialogue is difficult as neither side has anyone truly fluent in the other language, but when all else fails some basic phrases and copious hand gestures suffice to keep the conversation going.

"Where exactly did you say this Khan resides?" The Volgan aide translates the message.

Lun replies in Mandarin. "We cannot give an exact location," says the translator, "They are unlike the Beijing horde. We encountered them two months out and they harassed us for half a year. Most of our losses were to their attacks." Avotina nods in sympathy. Lun continues, somewhat nervously. "We have likely drawn the Khan westward. We fought off his raiders before, but there is no way we could best him in force."

The request is tacit, but the Volgans understand clearly. The women need sanctuary, but as welcome as any increase in womanpower, the state simply cannot accommodate so many refugees all at once—neither food nor jobs are sufficient. Avdotina knows that to deny them entry is tantamount to signing their death warrants, but the Premier's domestic advisors have cautioned that immediate citizenship is, under present cultural and administrative circumstances, utterly unfeasible.

There is, however, a third option, one that slices through the dilemma and has the potential to rapidly energize the national economy. Summoning the Minister of the Interior, she appropriates a folder and presents its contents to Lun. "We cannot offer you permanent residence yet," she begins, "But give us a year to put the pieces into place, and the Volgan Republic will provide you sanctuary along the River Dnepr. It was once fertile farmland and you should be able to establish a self-sufficient community of your own. With all necessary assistance from Volgograd, of course." As the translator delivers the message and Lun's own aide helps interpret, the Premier highlights a map illustrating the proposed autonomous region.

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It is as much an act of charity as a strategic calculation: linguistic and cultural barriers may prevent proper integration into both the state and the Fourth Wave for now, but hardened by the trek and drawing on the legendary Chinese work ethic, these women would make exceptional farmers and potentially triple current agricultural productivity. What's more, once future generations are detoxified of the lingering Patriarchal paradigm, this expatriate community would serve as a powerful beacon for feminist resistance throughout East Asia. "Pledge allegiance to the Republic," Avdotina continues, "And we will extend full military protection and all the rights of citizenship."

Jin Lun takes a few minutes conversing with her interpreter and then the rest of her delegation. Eventually she returns to address the Premier. "We will discuss your proposal with utmost urgency," replies the translator, "And respond in no less than two days."


Actual claims:

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The Great Trek​
Till the final conflict
Let each man stand his place
In an announcement today, the Great Commissioner Sam Webb, after great consideration of the wishes of his fellow comrades, has announced the way that will lead the Union forward.
Spoiler :

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On Womynpower Organization:

The reorganization of the nation does not necessarily imply that the entire nation will be drafted into the Revolutionary Guard. All citizens will have their privileges checked (including medical privileges) and determined whether their skills and services are more suited to staying at home or being recruited into the Revolutionary Guard. We will be dividing our citizens into four categories:

No Military Privilege: Citizens who are unable to serve the Triumvirate directly in the war effort due to lack of privileges (read: really debilitating disabilities/being too old/being really unfit) have No Military Privilege. Citizens who donate a large amount of money to the war effort will have Checked their Military Privilege enough so they that would have No Military Privilege as well. Citizens with No Military Privilege will not be required to serve in the military in any way and may continue their daily lives.

Low Military Privilege: Citizens who would have Moderate or High Military Privilege if it weren't for the fact that their skills and services are vital for maintaining Triumvirate infrastructure have Low Military Privilege. Citizens with Low Military Privilege will not have to contribute directly on the front lines or in the Axillary Corps, but they may be redirected to the larger/more important cities/urban areas to centralize state production.

Moderate Military Privilege: Citizens who are not suited for front-line combat due to their lack of privilege (read: disabilities that would be really bad for frontline troops such as asthma or seizures), but are privileged enough to serve in other ways (read: the disabilities aren’t bad enough that they have to sit at home all day) have Moderate Military Privilege. They will serve in the Auxiliary Corps, which provides almost all the non-combat needs of the Revolutionary Guard. Most people with Moderate Military Privilege will be recruited into the Engineering Corp due to OPERATION ICE-TITAN.

High Military Privilege: Citizens who have able-bodied privilege and/or are part of the Revolutionary Guard/Revolutionary Reserves have High Military Privilege. Those with High Military Privilege will serve on the front lines or in other areas where combat is likely. Those who have had no military experience are classed as “Conscripts” and are sent for basic training before being shipped off. (Note: Political Undesirables have a nasty habit of ending up as Conscripts regardless of what their Military Privilege would be under normal circumstances).

“Oi Sarge!” shouted one of the conscripts in the projection room over the rowdy women “That’s an old blog post!”

“Check your privilege!” shouted the sergeant. “For speaking out of turn, you will have the privilege of changing the tapes.” The recruit grumbled and moved onto the back of the room to change the tapes. The room was filled with hundreds of rowdy conscripts, most of them were acting like football hooligans and had been cut from similar cloth. One of the few who weren’t talking, shouting or throwing plastic bottles across the room, was Sam Cumberbatch, she instead took the oppourtunity to pray. Her family, and by extension herself, were very zealous for a lower class family, as you can probably tell by her name. Schooled in the very popular and very orthodox Superwholock faith, she was considered a pain in the arse by the rest of her squad. She prayed to the goddesses to forgive her and her squad for their privilege and the colour of her skin.

The projector roared back to life, providing the latest news of the state in the form of Tumblr. The sergeant read out the information for those with illiteracy privilege.

Fanfiction of the Day

“The manimals are escaping from the brig!” shouted Admiral Emily “Kirk, you have to stop them!”

“I can’t move!” said Kirk, as her leg was cut off.

“That’s okay, I’ve got my new cure that I invented as a child to make you grow a new leg!” said Admiral Emily as she injected Kirk. Kirk’s leg grew back and she was amazed.

“Mary,” said Kirk “You are as amazing as you are sexy.” As Kirk got distracted from the beauty of Emily, the horrible manbeast broke through the door and roared a horrible roar! Oh no!

This fanfiction will be continued next week. Thanks to Emily for providing this amazing piece of literature! The Goddesses would be proud.

~ Approved Pairings Checker tucutetuproud

Tumblr had changed a lot since the original internet interpretation. Not many citizens of the Triumvirate would know about the history of Tumblr, but it was considered by Sam’s parents to be their holy duty to inform (not educate, it was nobody’s job to educate anybody) all those who would listen about the history of Tumblr, including their daughters. Sam knew of the days where all oppressed people across the whole world could connect to Tumblr and have their own safe space to vent. It was this connection to Tumblr that had allowed their ancestors to escape the wraith of the Goddesses and form the Triumvirate. And it was the First Eternal Matriarch of the Church of the Triumvirate mirandaadria who first suggested that they should use the film technology found in the ruins of the patriarchal institution of “Hollywood” to recreate their blogs, creating the Tumblr Resurgence and the first steps towards the foundation of the Triumvirate. Sam learned these facts off by heart as a way to mitigate her privilege, although her skin was so pale that she sometimes worried that she would never mitigate enough privilege to earn forgiveness in the eyes of the Goddesses. This was not the time to think of these things however, this was the sacred Tumblr presentation time.

On the Enemy

Glory be to the Triumvirate! Our might has intimidated the Manhordes into submission! Our scouts report that one of the largest hordes, “The Redpillers”, have disbanded in fear of our retribution! Another, “le Reddit Army”, has frozen in fear at idea of our might! The third horde, “A.E.U.F.S”, has been redirected to Mexico, the land of the PoCs, in an attempt to find more weapons! This is surely a blessing handed down from the goddesses.

However, we must remain vigilant. Not until the last man has been locked into a cage or has been shot can we afford to rest. So we must fight until Mankind is no more than an attraction at the Privilege Zoo.

Onwards with the Social Justice Revolution,

~Guardian of the Social Justice Revolution loldedcishetsandmisandry

Sam thanked the Goddesses that their collective privilege had not damned her squad into oblivion. All of the conscripts were white, as they had the most amount of privilege in society (other than men of course) and therefore must be punished the most. This was not like the before-time, where the privileged ruled and the oppressed were ostracized. It was the Goddesses intent for the privileged to suffer for their crimes against the oppressed, as such the society of the Triumvirate was built so the most privileged would be the poorest and least educated and that the most Oppressed would rule. Just as it should be.

Sam had burst into tears when she found out she had high amounts of military privilege. But it was not surprising, her entire family was cursed with high amounts of privilege for being white and having able-bodied privilege. Unlike many families in their situation they evangelically regurgitated the ideas implanted by the state to the rest of the neighbourhood, as they knew that this was the only way for them to mitigate their privilege. They did not ask toxic questions such as “Why are all the rich white girls merely classed as white-passing?”, “Doesn’t the idea of social class trump any sort of racial privilege?” and “What about the men?” as they knew that the Goddesses would punish them for it. And although they had followed every directive of the Triumvirate, the system had shat upon them. But Sam knew that it was all worth it, as one day the Goddesses would forgive them for their privilege. But firstly they were going to have to destroy mankind. The roll of film was inserted into the projector and the next blog appeared on the wall.

Material Reclamation:

Greeting citizens. In our eternal fight against the mendogs, nothing is more important is the completion of PROJECT ICE-TITAN. Although our mines are producing more minerals than ever before, we will require building supplies at a faster rate than we are currently producing. Therefore we are enacting a new emergency measure, we are going to demolish a series of buildings to reclaim materials. Ruins from the beforetime and uninhabited buildings will be reclaimed first, however some high privilege communities will be demolished and the inhabitants will be relocated to larger cities temporarily. These are harsh measures, but we must take them if we are going to have any chance at protecting our society.

May the Goddesses have mercy,

~Eternal Matriarch ****yeahsuperwholock

This latest blog post sent the conscripts into a frenzy. They knew that it would be very likely that their houses would be demolished due to their high privilege and this made them understandably upset. Sam put her hands over her ears and silently mouthed a prayer to the Goddesses.

“Quiet down you crackers!” shouted the sergeant “We’ve all got to make sacrifices now, now calm your privileged arses down or you’re getting extra patrol duty.” The shouting mostly calmed down after that, turning into mumbling and simmering resentment. These people had been shat upon by the system before and they would be shat upon by it again, this was no different from day-to-day affairs. Sam, however, acted differently. She made a prayer to the Goddesses to watch over her family if they go relocated. And, for a fleeting moment, doubt crept into her mind. She quickly shook the feeling, and joined her colleagues in manning the defences.

OOC: War orders will come later via PM.
 
it's 2 hours past the deadline, and only two people sent orders. Thanks everyone.

I'm going to extend this until 5 PM EST Tommorow, please don't make me kill this IOT off due to lack of interest
 
it's 2 hours past the deadline, and only two people sent orders. Thanks everyone.

I'm going to extend this until 5 PM EST Tommorow, please don't make me kill this IOT off due to lack of interest

Are you absolutely sure you only have two orders
I mean I can see mine, Poly's, and Thor's right here. NC promised his orders over PM so i have no clue if he handed those in, but...
 
Oh OK, I missed yours cived. There's 3. Still, not much interest, it seems.

Sorry, things have been a bit crazy on my end recently. I'll get them in today around lunchtime.

EDIT: Orders have been sent, that means everyone has sent them who is active except Reus (who said he was going to be busy in the Argentina thread) and Kaiser.
 
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