Imperium Offtopicum: Valiant Nations

Rues, why my claims aren't right?
Here is my claims:

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Here is what you put:

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The only person that got it's territories trimmed was me. Correct me if i'm wrong.

 

Russia and myself.

 

France lost Impfondo too (uppermost RL Congo province)

 

HELLAS TODAY​

LIBERAL/SOCIALIST COALITION WINS IN GREECE - VENIZELOS REMAINS PRIME MINISTER​

In a shocking and unexpected move, Venizelos and the Liberal Party have paired into a coalition with the major socialist parties and the Democratic Union, ushering a new age of socialist policies in Greece.

After long and difficult negotiations, the socialists decided to band with the liberal parties in order to define Greece's position on various domestic and foreign issues for the next 4 years. In order to appease the Liberals, Mr. Venizelos was kept as Prime Minister of Greece.

This new governing coalition of socialist and liberal parties has put forth a new program of policies that will try to combine these ideals in the best way possible. Mr. Benaroya, leader of the Socialist Party and the one pretty much responsible for socialism's major rise in Greece, said that he is pleased with the results and that he looks forward to advancing the Hellenic Republic into a new era of modernisation and peace.

The plan of the coalition is to primarily draft a better accomodation plan for the immigrants and to pass laws that will reinforce personal freedoms and human rights all over Greece. Meanwhile, many anti - union laws and decisions of the previous government will be scrapped, as labour rights will also be further supported. Better relations with the the various states of Europe and Asia will be pursued due to Greece's precarious position in the world, while the military of the Second Hellenic Republic will be strengthened as to protect the state and the people from any paramilitary attacks. So far, no confirmation has come out regarding paramilitaries, and it seems like they will remain banned.

However, this plan and the decision of Venizelos to align himself with socialists has gathered major criticism from the conservatives and the rest of the right - wing parties. Mr Metaxas has stated his annoyance that Mr. Venizelos "would be so quick to hand over the country to the unionists and the immigrants", while Mr. Gounaris has done no official statement, possibly not wanting to make the political situation in Greece more unstable.

These elections were truly suprising for Greece. The Eastern and the Free Democratic parties both completly vanished from the Parliament, paving the way to the Progressive Union and the National Unionist Parties, as such signalling the death of immigrant - specific parties and lowering tensions on the issue of accomodating immigrants. A fall on the support of anti - immigrant parties is expected in the next elections at 1936.

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Parliament:

From Left to Right:
Revolutionary Party of the Greek People, Socialist Party, Democratic Socialist Party, National Unionist Party, Progressive Party, Liberal's Party, Democratic Union, Conservative Party, National Radical Party, Party of Ethnic Independence, Greek National Socialist Partry

Map of regional majorities:

 

The Acadian Republic and the Republic of Gran Colombia hereby found the

Americas Accord​

The Americas Accord’s ultimate objective is to develop and secure the sovereignty of American nations from extra-continental aggression.

We pledge to,

• defend via direct coordinated and cooperative military action co-signatories of this agreement in case of attack by extra-continental powers,
• levy punitive trade sanctions upon any extra-continental power who attacks, invades, or occupies an American nation who is not a signatory to this agreement,
• refuse the presence of extra-continental military forces, allied or otherwise, upon our sovereign territories, or at our ports,
• pursue a cooperative and coordinated diplomatic, technological, and economic policy that discourages extra-continental colonialism, occupation, or military presence of any nation, signatory or not, in the Americas.

The Americas Accord specifically does not,

• limit cooperation with extra-continental powers in regards to trade or economic development,
• limit military cooperation with extra-continental powers in regards to actions taken outside the Americas,
• require signatories to come to the assistance of nations who take aggressive action against extra-continental powers.

The Acadian Republic hereby extends an offer of friendship and cooperation to the United States of America and the Cascadian Republic, as well.

Signed,

President Eugene Debbs of the Acadian Republic

 

Signed
Presidente Diego Moreno of the Republic of Gran Colombia

We second President Eugene Debbs of the Acadian Republic's invitation to the United States of America and the Cascadian Republic in joining the Americas Accord.

 

The warm summer nights of the Yangtze river delta were uninviting. At the end of the wide streets of the Foreign Concession of Shanghai, the warm light of imitation candle lamps substituted the walls of light that the shops and restaurants projected on pedestrians and drivers alike. Comfortably large yet discreet houses, mostly built in a colonial fashion: a mélange of Chinese and Western elements combined more or less harmoniously. Of course some houses were more Western, others entirely Chinese. There were some which gracefully combined the basics of each style and fused into the background, while baroque structures grotesquely stood out. Streets were dark, with lamps spaced out, but they were also empty and quiet. Safe.

The humidity and the warmth were just oppressive enough to push everyone inside their homes, and not a soul was outside, although proof of evening mirth could be heard from the houses every now and then. Beyond, in the darkness over the river, ships and barques flowed downstream like pieces of wood set adrift. The occasional distraught sailor looked over the wall, between the dense foliage of the trees often planted in backyard gardens, and saw at the yellow light of electric lamps the occasional journalist, officer or businessman with a cigar in his mouth and a glass of brandy in his hand, relaxing and chatting after dinner and secretly hoping for a gust of wind or a cool breeze.

One house, however, had its doors still closed. Although it was among the most traditional Chinese designs, the food on the table betrayed the origin and tastes of the host and her guests. Forks, knives and spoons lay on the table, beside elegant cups of Bohemian glass and delicate China porcelain plates. A plethora of Western dishes, the best of French cuisine, had been eaten, and barely any remnant was still left of them on the table. A somewhat large bowl in the centre of the table contained western-style ice cream of different flavours, which the diners were already feasting upon. At the head of the table, a still middle-aged woman with a distinguished air. To her right sat a slightly older man whose physical decline was proportional to the diameter of his growing belly. Next to this man, a notably young, somewhat fashionable man who felt visibly uncomfortable, perhaps due to the company, perhaps due to his too formal attire. In front of him, again a man on the verge of old age, although far more robust and physically fit than the other. His military uniform was distinctly lighter than that of regular British servicemen or officers. It was, in fact, a Chinese uniform. An empty seat separed him from the woman at the head of the table. She had excused the absence of his husband, an important businessman who often travelled, but everyone at the table either knew or felt that said husband was but a delivery boy for her wife's enterprises.

Soon enough, as the diners more-or-less loudly expressed their satisfaction with the food and, of course, the service, Chinese servants retired plates and dishes. An informal discussion ensued in which less formal presentations were made. While these proceeded, however, the host asked her guests if they would prefer to have the chat take place outside, in a less oppressive atmosphere. One of the servants hurried to open two wide, sliding doors which led to an ample wooden porch with lacquered scenes on the walls. There were four chairs and a couch, all framed in bamboo with leather cushions, around a low table in bamboo and glass. Another servant hurried to deposit and open a box full of Cuban cigars on it, while a third brought four cognac cups and a bottle of scotch. At a suggestion of the younger man and a word from his mistress, the servant withdrew two of the cups. While tea was prepared, the three men sat on chairs, while their host half-sat half-lied on the couch. Scotch was poured and cigars lit up as the conversation began. Soon enough, it steered towards the young man. The officer seemed to have the most interest in him.

'Charles, you said?' The young man nodded. 'Charles. Very well, Charles. Tell me, Charles, I guess this is your first time in China?' Charles nodded again, nervously, sweaty as he was in his clothes, contrasting with the looser and lighter clothes everyone else was wearing.

'Oh, Charly, dear,' the host interrupted the officer's musings, 'why don't you get rid of that jacket and the tie? We all had our hard times adapting to this weather, but no one will judge you here, am I not right, gentlemen? The gentlemen nodded, somewhat disturbed by the familiarity of Charles with their host.

'Thank you, aunt. Thanks, gentlemen. I think I'll keep everything on.' Charles was struggling to not stutter, and he was sweating so much he could have just got out of the river.

'No, son, your aunt is right. You'll need more adequate clothes from now on, but it's fine tonight to get this silly rigid thing of yours loose.' Intervened the officer. An apparently reluctant yet immensely relieved Charles took off his jacket and tie and loosened a couple buttons of his shirt. Once he started breathing normally, the conversation resumed.

'So, captain, you wanted to ask something to my nephew.'

'Indeed, Mrs Brook.' Then he turned to Charles. 'First time in China. Why China, son?'
'Well, Captain Smith, there's many reasons.' Charles leant forward, trying to collect and put his thoughts in order while Smith and the fat man puffed smoke from their cigars and sipped their scotch. 'First of all, my aunt lives here. I must admit I didn't know her much, but I always had a liking for her in her sparse visits to Mumbai. Certainly, I wanted to know her and my uncle better, as well as their way of living, but I would lie if I said their context was (or, actually, is) unimportant to me.' Pausing for a second, excited, he turned at his aunt before continuing. 'But it definitely wasn't my uncles as it was China itself. I think it's a fascinating country, with a rich story and culture.'

'Most definitely' the Captain remarked, in a casual way. 'As much enthusiasm as I see, however, I think there is something else. Some anxiety or impatience. What have you come here for?'

'Heh.' Charles shook his head, oscillated backwards and forwards and sighed before answering. His cigar was consuming on the ashtray, untouched. 'It's the conflict. Even as many nations try to overcome instability and the world juggles on the verge of chaos, China offers by far the most interesting situation at the moment.'

'Hm.' Calmly, the Captain leant back and reflected. 'I don't think you have answered my question properly. How do you intend to make a living here?' As he looked at Charles, he noticed this time a certain resolution in his eyes.

'I studied journalism at Delhi University.' He said, triumphantly.

While the Captain and charles seemed locked in a stare contest, the fat man suddenly hurried to finish his cup and get the smoke out of his lungs. Faster and more clearly than would have been thought possible, he started talking. Everyone was taken aback and suddenly puzzled by this interruption of the heavy calm that reigned in the night. Seeing confused faces around him, the fat man stopped and started again at a slower yet clearer pace.

'This is excellent, Charles! As you will see, I am involved with some of the most important publishers and journals in English language of this country.' The fat man began visibly excited, although soon his tone became more selfish and proud. 'From Shanghai to Hong Kong, and even inland.'

'Are you, Phil?' Captain Smith interrupted. 'This is news to me.'

'Well, what do you want? While you are busy in Nanjing, us writers need to make our living somehow.' Phil seemed to be mildly anoyed.

'Mr McMannon, I wasn't aware of a connection between you and the Captain here.' Intervened Charles.

'Oh yes, Mr Gordon. Captain Smith and I collaborated recently on a book.' Before Smith could interrupt him, McMannon furiously glanced at him. 'It was published just last month, to rave reviews both here and home.' No doubt, McMannon was certainly proud of his work. 'I am a historian more than a writer, and with the collaboration of the illustrious Captain Edward Smith, instructor at the Nanjing Military Academy,' he nodded at Captain Smith, 'we produced this Brief History of China.' It was Captain Smith who nodded this time. 'It took us a few years of research and devotion, in which Captain Smith's position and ability were invaluable. Only now, as far as I know, was he aware of its publication.'

'Indeed, my friend. And only now I realise how work-focused was our relationship.'
'Don't you worry, the publisher will regularly send you your share of the sales each month.'

'Oh, I don't worry. In fact I have been transferred to Shanghai.' The Captain's tone lowered as he confided with the little company. 'A branch of the Academy is opening here for more... specific, or advanced, instruction.'

'Do you mean the Republic will try its hand at amphibious operations?' A journalistic instinct awoke in Charles.

'I can neither confirm nor deny anything to the press', Captain Smith answered with a malicious spark countering an enquiring one in Charles's.

'Oh, yes, the press!' Again, McMannon abrutly interrupted the temporary silence. 'You see, Charles, Mr Gordon,'

'Charles is fine.'

'Charles. You see, Charles, I know that the Shanghai Gazette is in need of more staff. In fact, they desperately want someone to cover the front.'

'Which one?' Charles practically jumped forward. He was literally on the edge of his seat.

'Oh, whichever sees action.' McMannon implied nobody cared. 'Otherwise, the Northern Front. It's closer so news get here faster.'

'I gotta get that job.' With gleaming eyes and an anxious smile, Charles rose before realising he would have to apply tomorrow and sitting down again. McMannon was observing him, amused.

'Not so fast, young man. Tomorrow morning, I will give you a copy of my- our book.' McMannon rapidly glanced at the Captain. 'You could use some background on what you are going to see, hear, live and report on for the next few...' Now he really doubted, looking almost defeated.

'Weeks? Months?' Tried to help Charles.

'Or years, or days!' McMannon replied, throwing his hands into the air. 'In this business, in China, war can last forever, and lives less than a second.'

With the excellent gift of opportunity, Mrs Woodlow suggested it was perhaps late enough. Empty cups and consumed cigars dying on the ashtray testified in favour of her suggestion. A diligent and compliant Captain Smith almost instantly rose and bode the rest farewell. A troubled and apparently busy McMannon quickly followed. A servant came out and served Adele Woodlow and her nephew, Charles Gordon, tea. They remained in silence, sipping tea and staring into the darkness.

 

Requesting to join as Croatia, info will come when the request is confirmed.

 

I'll post my info as soon as possible. Can I just request that Croatias official name be "Banovina of Illyria"

 

Eric Blair: Living in his beloved Mandalay, young Blair writes as an entirely unknown political correspondent for the Times of India, examining Burman regional politics and very happy to do so. However, the increasingly socialist and labourist Blair has quickly grown disillusioned with the increasingly bourgeois-liberal Times, and is considering leaving the paper for something brighter.

Sean Connery: An infant born and being raised by his mother in the so-called "Scottish quarter" of Kathmandu, which is renowned for its large Scottish population after the competition of the first Nepal Railroad in 1922 made emigration there feasible. Baby Sean can barely walk, but he is already fascinated by the Gurkha soldiers in the service of the Empress who frequently parade through Kathmandu's streets. One astrologer has predicted he shall grow up to be a great swordsman, whatever that means.

Morarji Desai: Though he had once been drawn to the All India Forward Bloc by his staunch Hindu-driven nationalism, Bose's increasing demagoguery and dominance over the organization has all but driven Desai, a sitting MP, out of the party. Alongside a number of other similarly-minded figures, Desai has plans to form a breakaway moderate nationalist party from the Forward Bloc.

Mao Zedong: Having moved to Calcutta after he was forced into exile by persecution against suspected Communists around 1920, and since Mao was not actually Communist, young Mao found work as a service chef in a restaurant named the Beijing Tiananmen, or the Thousand Flowers Garden, located in the heart of the city's blooming Chinatown. Astonishingly, Mao found his talent for the job, and has recently been promoted to head chef, as the restaurant becomes renowned around the city for its Indo-Chinese fusion cuisine, part of a movement gaining fast steam in India's cities. Mao has already published one cookbook, and a bright future seems to lay ahead.

Mohandas K. Gandhi: The young lawyer returned to India from Canada shortly after Mary's ascension, and his honestly, nonpartisanship, and humility won him a great many favors, culminating in his appointment as a justice on the Bombay High Court in 1927. Even just five years later, Gandhi's name has come up in the names of people that might be elevated to Delhi's Supreme Court.

Feroze Ghandy: No relation to the far better-known Mohandas, the 19-year-old Feroze has suddenly found himself the youngest MP in India, having been elected in a strange by-election in late 1931 from a United Provinces constituency when a pro-INC students' union encouraged him to run on their behalf. By all accounts he is brilliant, and has a bright future ahead of him.

Kim Il-sung: The ambitious Korean communist, exiled from his homeland by the Japanese, has moved to Caclutta's Chinatown, and has become a close confidant of the master chef Mao Zedong. Some rumors persist that Kim and Mao are in fact lovers, something that both remain silent on.

Indira Nehru: A fourteen-year-old girl, young Indira - Jawaharlal's daughter - has grown up surrounded by the political activity of India's capital. This has convinced her that politics just isn't her calling. She has instead become fascinated by science, especially the booming new science of atomic and quantum physics, which her parents look at curiously, yet encouragingly.

Jawaharlal Nehru: The rising INC statesman has emerged as Patel's main lieutenant within Labour's INC wing. Nehru is currently serving as Home Minister in the Snowden-Patel government. In government, he has gained a reputation for humility and honesty. Once wary of the Empress's government, Nehru has since warmed to the Empress, and has become something of a personal friend of Mary II.

Sylvia Pankhurst: The co-leader of the CPI and the leader of the faction of exiled British communists within the CPI, Pankhurst is the Communists' sole member in the House of Lords, having been elected to the body by sympathetic exiles in a Calcutta constituency in a 1929 by-election, having dropped the CPI's opposition to parliamentarism. Her opposition to Arthurism and her support of woman's rights has not wavered one bit, and she is quite popular amongst Indian women.

C.V. Raman: A tenured professor at the University of Madras, Raman has made waves throughout the scientific community with his 1931 experimental discovery of the neutron. Raman is hailed across India as amongst a wave that will make India at par with the leading scientific powers of the world.

 

This game's starting without me kk
maybe not, I've put a bit too much work into this

 

The train sped through the vast fields of East China, where rice, wheat, corn and a myriad of different crops grow. Shanghai had been left behind hours ago, it's low buildings and lone, distant, tall factory chimneys gone from view for the next few months. Surrounded by Chinese people of high standing, Charles Gordon was frequently sought out by them. The triviality of their enquiries and requests made evident that their purpose was none other than practice of English. At the same time, Charles attempted to be polite by answering in Chinese. His efforts were in vain, as he could see in the veiled twist of amusement in his practice partners' faces. Thankfully, these people were far more polite than he would have expected. Although he was constantly called or addressed by someone, it was never when it would have interrupted or annoyed him. This constant activity, however, tired him out quickly. He excused himself whenever someone attempted to talk to him and looked out at the golden waves of wheat or the thin woods of corn, the sparse grassland of rice fields. At last, he climbed on his seat to retrieve something from his bag.

His travel companions were alerted by his sudden activity and watched him motion upwards and back down. In his hand, Charles now carried a book. It wasn't very thick and its cover was made of stripes of cloth, forming the flag of the Republic of China. In golden letters, the title went 'Brief History of China'. At the bottom, on the black and white stripes, the names of the authors: Philip A. McMannon on white and Cpt. Edward Smith on black. There was a rumour around the compartment. Apparently everyone approved of the book the Westerner read. One of them, a military officer, noticed the name of Captain Smith. She couldn't help but nod in approval and express the same approval verbally. Absent-mindedly, Charles nodded, showed them all the book and opened it. Skimming through the chapters he had already read in Shanghai, waiting for his permits to arrive from Nanjing and after being hired by the Shanghai Gazette, he found the one he was looking for and immersed in his reading.

 

Tired, Charles blinked repeatedly as he closed the book. Although the sun was visibly approaching the horizon, the air was still warm, and pearls of sweat made every forehead shine. Charles' neighbours and travel companions, not very talkative at first, had by now settled into a semi-conscious slumber. Boredom and exhaustion drained their spirits. The female officer was missing, he noticed. Becoming aware of the numbness in his legs, Charles entertained the idea of having a drink on the restaurant car. However, the same heaviness which puled down everyone else and kept them glued to their seats was having an effect on Charles as well. Surrendered to the humid warmth of the evening, Charles simply relaxed and leant his head sideways, staring out of the window into the fiercely glowing red disk sinking into the distant hills. A thin red line of the same colour wiped out and took the place of the horizon just as space and all the hues and tones that light could acquire spread across the sky. At the very rim of the visible world, on the other side of the train, the first stars sparkled in the diminishing light. At that point an orange glow suddenly impregnated every shape and shadow. Almost immediately, strange shapes of regular lines and volumes blocked Charles' view. Shocked, suddenly awoken, he looked around and no sooner had the female officer entered his view once more, the train started slowing down. He was in Nanjing.

 

dropping I can't do the game justice

 

Oh, c'mon, you've put more into this than many others. I'm sure you'll do good.

P.D.: My History RP thing up there is finished.

 

Cascadia Ubermensch

Industry (2)
Agriculture (1)
Mining (4)
Infrastructure (4)
Fortifications (4)
Political Stability (3)
Bureaucracy (3)
Army Tech (4)
Navy Tech (4)
Air Tech (3)
Army Exp (5)
Navy Exp (3)
Air Exp (1)
Army Size (3)
Navy Size (4)
Air Size (3)

 

Industry (2)
Agriculture (2)
Mining (2)
Infrastructure (1)
Fortifications (5)
Political Stability (1)
Bureaucracy (5)
Army Tech (5)
Navy Tech (3)
Air Tech (4)
Army Exp (5)
Navy Exp (3)
Air Exp (4)
Army Size (5)
Navy Size (2)
Air Size (3)

So i have a strong military but bad economy and political stability due to the VERY recent formation of Italy. Also, i don't see any history of Italy in your updates or news other than that support for war. If you want more about pre-unification Italy, i'll post it.

 

Information about the Greek Republic

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Industry (2): The Industry in the Greek Republic is abysmal and old, but the new socialist government has made promises that it will try and improve the situation while not violating worker's rights as one of its main governmental platforms.

Agriculture (3): Greece has a long agricultural tradition, but it simply cannot compete with that of other countries for the reasons that corruption runs rampant on the fields.

Mining (2): As with industry, a lack of important resources has led to the degradation of mining Greece, something the Government will have to look into.

Infrastructure (3): A lack of proper road infrastructure in many rural and backwater areas is felt, but otherwise the major cities and some of the Dimoi have a well preserved infrastructure thanks to the old Venizelos Government.

Fortifications (3): Greece has some fortifications in important cities like Thessaloniki or Athens or in areas bordering the Balkans, but the recently acquired areas of Thrace and Smyrna lack an extensive fortification infrastructure like Macedonia.

Political Stability (3): Greece has always been a country of instability, with the only political notion that has survived intact ever since its independence in 1821 being that of the republic.

Bureaucracy (4): While certainly lacking in other areas, the Bureaucracy is the greatest fruit of Greek society. Although still facing some corruption in regards to taxes, it has been greatly reformed through all the years thanks to Trikoupis and Venizelos.

Army Tech (3): Although important contributions to the arms used in land warfare were given by the Great Powers in order to combat Turkey, Greece is still behind in this sector.

Navy Tech (4): The navy is the pride of the Greek armed forces. Attempts at modernizing are not as pressing as those for the other military sector, as the Greek fleet is advanced thanks to the effort of the patriotic efoplistes, rich ship owners.

Air Tech (1): Greece lacks a proper airforce, and is behind in this sector.

Army Exp (3): An almost continuous warfare beggining from the Balkan Wars and extending to the Greco - Turkish Conflict has led to a rise of experience in the armed staff. However, many of the old experts are retiring and are being replaced by modern and younger staff with new ideas.

Navy Exp (5): The navy plays a great role in the well - being of the Greek nation from all aspects, and as such it has always received great emphasis from the people and the governments.

Air Exp (1): As with the technology used regarding flight, Greece lacks a proper airforce

Army Size (2): A lack of a huge population from which one can draw manpower, Greece has to be content with a comparably small but experienced fighting force.

Navy Size (3): While the navy is one of the most modern and experienced in the Meditterenean, it still lacks in size in comparison to other countries in the general vincinity of Greece.

Air Size (1): Again, there is no proper airforce besides from few airwings that consist of old planes.

Sorry if I did them wrongly. I hope you can understand what I wanted to do through the description.

 

Acadia
Industry 5
Agriculture 3
Mining 4
Infrastructure 5
Fortifications 3
Political Stability 3
Bureaucracy 4
Army Tech 5
Navy Tech 5
Air Tech 4
Army Exp 2
Navy Exp 2
Air Exp 4
Army Size 3
Navy Size 2
Air Size 2