Rhuvanland Under Sonacism

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(Just an exposé on life in Sonacist Rhuvanland. I'm in talks with a couple people to make this thread a full-fledged RP. For now, enjoy!)

Anton von der Hauptendorff, Minister of Information, walked onto the balcony of the Rhuvish Chancellery. Emotions were high in the Neuenberg Republiksplatz, the main square of the city. The citizens stood straight and in a perfect square, as if they were in a large military unit. It was Sunday. Kannexans an ocean away were worshipping in their churches at this time. Der Führer und Republikskanzler had other things planned. Anton moved the microphone to his mouth, and said in a loud tone, "Und der Führer, unser Führer und Republikskanzler Friedrich Ulrich, jetzt kommt vor seinem Volk!" The citizens clapped and cheered tremendously, before straightening their posture and performing the Nazo Salute as Ulrich walked out onto the balcony.

"HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH!" they yelled; loud and clear, with feeling and dedication. The Staatsinquisitoren, or S.I., Ulrich's secret police, prowled the area with orders to kill those who did not salute the Führer. As he got to his podium, Ulrich put the microphone to his mouth and began to speak. "Guten morgen, meine freunde!" he boomed. "Wir stehen an der schwelle zu einer neuen Rhuvenland heute, wie wir es endlich geschafft, was wir wollten zu tun! Unsere nation ist frei von den Fängen der Kannexen und ihre hegemonie!" He paused. "Unsere nation hat sich dramatisch gestiegen! Neue arbeitsplätze werden geschaffen und die herrliche Volksmiliz Rhuvenlands erweitert! Wir stehen an der schwelle zu einer großen ruhm die gerne von denen noch nie gesehen worden!"

"Allerdings gibt es noch viel zu tun. Die Imperialisten im Osten und die Narren im Westen weiterhin die Welt in ihren idiotischen Pattsituation zu beherrschen. Sie werden aus wahre Größe geblendet." he continued. "Aber, Rhuvenland nicht annähernd so unwissend wie ihre Kolleginnen und Nationen! Schauen Sie, was wir für den Nachweis zu werden! Während die Welt in einem törichten Pattsituation gesperrt ist, sind unsere Leute steigen!" Ulrich put up his fist and let out a cheer of glory. The people cheered immensely. Their cries repeated. Over and over again, "HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH! HEIL ULRICH!"

Four hours earlier, Friedrich Ulrich sat amongst his cabinet. Einhard Schödl, his Minister of Justice, had requested Ulrich call a meeting of the Nazo Party cabinet. There they sat; Ulrich, der Führer und Republikskanzler; Schödl, the Minister of Justice; as well as Johann Dauzen, Hans Felten, Adolf Wennstein, and Anton von der Hauptendorff; the Ministers of Defense, the Interior, Foreign Relations, and Information respectively. They were to talk about this "freedom from Kannexan hegemony" that Ulrich would mention in his speech later. Schödl stood. "Ich danke Ihnen allen für Ihr Kommen. Heil Ulrich!" The others promptly stood up and performed the salute, yelling "HEIL ULRICH!"

Schödl set about with his plan. Rhuvanland was to put Kannexans in separated communities under the guise of a new housing plan for newer towns in the north. However, these "towns" were not like the actual new northern towns. They would be connected to each other, but cut off from the Rhuvish infrastructure. They would be closely watched by the Volksmiliz Rhuvanlands, and would be punished harshly if any rebellion was to take place. Those who did rebel against the Nazos would be put to death, or possibly used in medical experiments. And, if the worst occured and the international community found out about the plan, the whole thing would promptly be scrapped. The damage would be done, anyway; plus the ethnic Rhuvish would still hate the Kannexans as their government prompted them to. The Rhuvish were brainwashed, and they had no idea. As for the Kannexan-Rhuvishmen, they were about to have their lives changed forever, flipped upside down, and eternally ruined.
 
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