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Serbia in 1912

After centuries of anti-Ottoman struggle, Serbia has not only achieved independence and thrown off the Ottoman yoke but also expanded, reclaiming much of its lost territory and spreading into areas it claims under the pretense of national liberation of all Serbs and creation of one great Serbian state. Large swaths of land find themselves under Belgrade administration, stretching from the great Panonian plains to the Albanian mountain peaks, a Great Serbia in unification.

But not everything is great for Serbia. As the Turkish menace slowly returns, Serbia finds itself once again at the frontier of Europe and might find itself threatened as the recovering man greedily demands more. And that is not to speak of the decaying Habsburg realm where every Serb along their brothers yearns for freedom. Even within the borders things are looking dire. The conquered peoples in Vardar Macedonia and Albania are growing disloyal, with demands of their own freedom. It seems like the very life of the Albanian governor and his counterpart in Macedonia are in danger as is the very structure of the lands.

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Bill For Voting Rights Passed
Recently, there was a bill proposed by the Romanian president to give voting rights of all sorts, such as presidential votings and parliament member votings to all adult males. Soon later, the bill was passed by the parliament by a large margin. Most citizens support the bill as it gives more rights to the public.

The president has given a speech after the bill passed. "The recent bill will give more rights to our citizens to decide the future of our country, and can also fulfill democracy. This will also help stabilize the country and unite the Romanians further, as more rights are given to the citizens."

Adalaide Farm convention.
De Mole say at his pitch, pipe in his mouth. He had another model made, this time with a rope behind, towing a cart, with sacks in the back. With the motto, "rough terrain is a thing of the past". Now, he wasn't here to get people to buy it, but someone who'd build his invention, one of the smaller, but very viable, Australian farming reps.

He was soon approached by a an older gentleman, one carrying a clipboard. He approached the machine, sizing it up. Mole stopped puffing on his pipe, looking the man over, "can I help you? I see the Lancelot has captured your eye."

"well sir it has, most definitely. I am however interested in its capabilities. How much did you say it could carry?"

"well, this model can very easily carry about 100 kilograms of produce. It can also climb an embankment of about 43°, while carrying said load. Also, it can tow a trailer of about 1 tonne plus 25kg."

"You've got a fine machine on paper there. However, I'm afraid however that's all it is."

"well, sir- I raise you the model is working, if not only much smaller." as he come upto the machine, putting him inside, "At this scale, I am similar to 100kg. The driver is accounted for outside of 100kg carry weight."

He then engages the engine, allowing it to rev. As he moves it forward, the man soon realises that the machine hits a steep slope and climbs over it, with little pain. He then swings the machine around," so, how was that?"

For We Believe

A wave of optimism is sweeping through China's middle class like a raging wildfire, believing that the victory of the fledgling Republic in the Xinhai War, now having finally consolidated rule over most of the vast territories of the Qing Dynasty and inheriting the budding industries developed by the Guangxu Emperor prior to his murder in the Forbidden City, marks the start of a bright future for all China, even when to the Northeast the Japanese are poking for weaknesses along the Yalu, and to the Southwest the Dalai Lama's Armies clash with Hui Muslim National Revolutionary Army units in the mountains of Qinghai over iredentist claims Tibet had laid over the region. The invigoration of national unity and national pride comes as a boon to the Nanking government, in stark contrast to the despondent mood cast over the land when the Qing were waning. The Kuomintang have taken this into their stride, proclaiming that they had ushered in an era of National Rejuvenation and no longet shall a Chinese government allow for its peoples to be humiliated and slayed by intruding foreigners, cementing support for the new regime in the hearts of the Chinese populace. Whether it will actually act on its promises, however, remains to be seen, and within the shadows the shattered Monarchist movements have been assimilated into or crushed by the Ming restorationist movement.

Defend the North

In vote by the Tripartite Council, the Army and Navy voted in favour of concentrating the assets planned military modernization program in the north, opposed by Sun Yat-sen, who believed there to be a less provocative stance the Republic can take, and perhaps that China can accommodate Japanese interests in order to forge a Pan-Asian Front. With the Council voting 2-1 in favour of strengthening the north, it is believed by many Chinese political and military commentators that the Republic of China has backtracked on the Guangxu Emperor's vision for a Sino-Japanese alliance, and that the Middle Kingdom is on a path of confrontation, Japanese attempts of establishing spheres of influence in China via the Beiyang warlords in the north while the Qing forces were disintegrating after the Battle of Xi'an having vanquished any doubt in the KMT Right Wing that the Japanese were the enemy. The Statistics and Information unit of the NRA has also been covertly activated by order of the National Defense Council, and authorized to use lethal means of suppressing possible Japanese sympathizers and Japanese intelligence operatives themselves. The SIU are by no means the only spooks to move, with the Pro-Ming Pearl River Society operating within and beyond China already having neutralized several suspected Japanese assets in the South. Arms would have to be procured from Europe or the Americas, with China's present industry in no shape to equip the outlined Dongbei Army of 25 divisions and the Peking Guard of 5 divisions. Most middlemen employed by Nanking made their way to London, though a few found themselves in Moscow, Paris, and even Amsterdam.

A Faithful Front

The Indochinese Republic to the South represents a viable and loyal ally to the ROC, with the populace there having tasted imperialism and having stood adamantly against it. Unlike Japan, Indochina as it stands does not have designs upon the Chinese mainland, nor does it dream of ruling over other sovereign Asian territories. Calls within the Yuan have thus arisen, demanding that China guarantee the independence of their comrades to the South, though the current state of the Republic leaves it unable to defend itself, much less stand up for others.

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Paris Commune 2: Versailles Boogaloo
_{November 7 , 1912
Versailles Weapons Barrack}

The cold winds of Versailles overtook the layered clothing of the men. Tired and exhausted, they had come from all parts of France to participate in the forthcoming event. Foggy and late in the night, the streets of the city were quiet and empty. The participants, a group of three-hundred men, were gathered in on a hilltop position, overlooking Versailles. Their target, close to nought point two kilometers away and secluded from the downtown districts, was the Versailles Weapons barracks. It was a minor establishment in the city, only bearing small arms, but a significant target for the Workers to strike. From the little information collected over the few weeks, the Workers knew that the barrack was not heavily guarded by any sorts. From recording the counts the guards, it laid close to fifty guards. Compared to the Workers, the soldier was well armed with a rifle and a sidearm. Most of the the Workers however, only carried modified melee weapons and if in ownership of one, small arms. What the contingent of socialists strived for was quantity over quality. That meant more men in small raids and fewer quality weapons. However, with this raid, they believe it will allow the bourgeoisie succumb to the power. The ultimate effect of this socialist uprising, is to eventually gain full power of the Republic.

It is now two past eleven. The Workers are ready to lay hell on the barrack. Leading the attack, is the French Workers' Party journalist, Jules Guesde. His plan, to raid and collect the weapons in under an hours notice. He begins marching his men across the hill and into the fenced area around the barrack and they begin cutting it, allowing a large, wide hole to be left to slip through. A guard overheard the commotion exiting from the corner of the wall. He began coming closer and closer to the noise and as he sliped around the corner, he noticed many men, dressed in black, armed with many weapons, breaching the barrack's fence. "Intrus! Intrus!" the guard had shouted.

Soon the barrack was at a scramble, as sirens and whistles began flaring up, and the clicking of French boots emerged. Soon, Jules Guesde and his Workers began pouring into the barrack and what stood in front of them was a large, 10 foot wall. Ropes and ladders were brought and the worker's stormed up and over the walls. The guards were at confusion, their officers in their own quarrel. The Workers ran down the stone stairs leading to the courtyard and began their attack. The first shots from the guards soon followed after and the barrack erupted into a state of dismay. Although, those shots were fired at will, they were uncoordinated and frankly the aim was regarded as a "blind man's shot in the night". As for Guesde and his men, they were savage and ill-coordinated beasts, swinging at and shooting at whatever was presumed to be the enemy. One worker took a large lance and rammed it into one of the guards, piercing his abdomen and sending him down with extreme pain."Vive le Travailleurs!" he shouted, and soon everyone else. It had soon turned into a unified attack, orchestrated by the sheer will of those words. Soon, the casualties began to rise and the guards and their officers were suddenly retreating over the barrack walls, scrambling to safety. How the workers had managed to violate the security that was maintained throughout the barrack was undeniably surprising, and yet for one, amusing. The soldiers, however, stood their ground outside the barrack door, some thirty or so men were left, including their officers. The Workers inside had secured the barrack and had now trapped themselves inside. Humiliating for one, astonishing on the other.

By the time it had been around midnight, the men inside were becoming lethargic. But morale was not low, as the spirit of the Workers was revived at the thought that they had achieved their goal. Jules Guesde, stood atop on one of the ladders and signaled the guards outside, possibly making insults and blabbering about the bourgeoisie. His companion of Workers, both cheering and chanting, threw their hats in the air. Unfortunately, it did not take long before one of the guards aimed his rifle at Guesde. He shot him in the eye, sending him plummeting down ten feet into the mud, an almost certainly brutal death for one. The men inside, turned to stone, as a few seconds earlier they could not believe what had happened...and now, they could not believe what had happened. Suddenly, the spirit had been broken of the men, they were now vulnerable.

About seven hours had passed since the incident. The guards and Workers stood their ground in what was presumed as a very unorthodox stalemate. By now, news had already reached Paris of this humiliation of failed security, only blamed by of course, French incompetence. To combat this major insurrection, French high command ordered a battalion of three-hundred soldiers, accompanied by two field guns, to assist in taking back the barrack. The Workers, themselves, were completely battered physically and emotionally, as this was the first many of them had come so close to death. The thought however still lingered, even though the words of Jules Guesde had provoked such a large eruption of support, it had not provided the emotional support that the event had bared. For one, the scene had been bloody. Stabbed heads, bloody crates, mud that had been fused with blood, carnage in its entirety; it was a scene of war.

The battalion had arrived by train at five past nine, and had proceeded to march to the barrack. The barrack had not seen much fighting since the night before, which was an outstanding feat considering the amount of bloodshed that had occurred among the men. "Positions!" yelled one of the officers. The two field guns rolled into place, and aimed at the door along with a mixture of guards and soldiers to accompany them. The artillery officer dropped his arm and two loud booms came into contact with the building, sending men, rocks, and guns to all to fall. "Charge!" yelled the officer and a swarm of Frenchmen came charging through the fences and concrete walls, yelling cries of war, and into the mud and blood filled wreck-of-the-barrack. It soon became evident that brute warfare was necessary as butts of rifles came crashing into enemy heads and bayonets clashed with unorthodox weaponry. Most of the Workers tried to find the way out due to their fear of the situation. But, as any good tale endures, the numbers of the Workers soon crumbled. The socialist French empire Jules Geusde had dreamed of was now only a minor conflict in the courtyard of a weapons barrack in Versailles. The French battalion had taken minor losses because of the fact that the blasts of the cannons had killed most of the men due to the fallen debris. At a quarter past nine, on November 9th, 1912, the Workers dropped their weapons, and surrendered. For a second, it was quiet as for a second, you could hear your own breath. "Huzah!" yelled the victors; it was a moment of joy and relief. The carnage, gone, the pain, gone, the undeniable truth that this was indeed a meme, gone... What was left was blood, fear, and anguish as for this was indeed a very, very ravage alliteration between 2 very different parties of people.. The losses: two-hundred dead, forty-five injured, one-hundred twenty-five prisoners. Could I have possibly done this post better? Yes. Did I save my country from becoming a commie melting pot of a meme? Yes. Does this mean that the French are now stronk? Stay tuned next time.

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