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Chapter 1
Gunshots
Creeptopijegrad, Creeptopia
March 2nd 2018, 10:34 AM
The traffic roared as a bus moved past like a red smudge on its daily journey to and fro, the pavement, grey and boring, the sky, bright and blue, and Aleksandar Creepervic, walking from the residence of his father to the offices of the party, he turned and saw the big and dark green and black banner waving above the sky majestically like a bedsheet hoisted high. Aleksandar adjusted his dark red tie and turned the Handle on the door, opening the short, brown and thin device quickly, entering into the quaint tan and brown office which served as the regional offices for the Communist party, He took off his coat and left it on the chair of which he sat, he walked to the coffee machine and there nearby it was Dimitri Palakov, the regional party secretary. “Dimitri, I trust you have those papers I asked for last working day.” Said Aleksandar whilst shuffling through his tan and crinkly documents, “Ah comrade, yes they are here, I just do not have them in my possession, its Vadim you’re going to have to bring that up with” Returned Dimitri after sipping from his coffee. Aleksandar hated Vadim, even though he was a good friend of his father, Vadim was the prime minister, and on his door he had emblazoned in big letters “Vadim Kordokovski, Prime minister of the republic”. “Dimitri I swear to god if you make me go to that cesspool of Social-Democracy that is the prime minister’s office I will personally get you demoted” Aleksandar stared at Dimitri, annoyed that he would have to visit the one man he hated most. “Ok Aleksandar, I’ll go get them for you, Vadim hasn’t arrived yet so I doubt he’ll mind”, Dimitri muttered behind his mug of coffee, emblazoned with the words “The party is always right”. As soon as Aleksandar saw Dimitri walk up the stairs to Kordokovski’s office and that he sat down himself, he saw Vadim walk past the office in a rush, then return back to the office, he opened the door and rushed in. “Aleksandar, this is crucial, you need to come with me to the parliament” Vadim exclaimed, tired and rushed. “No time to explain I’m guessing?” Aleksandar Retorted, “No time to, come quick” Vadim said. Aleksandar turned his chair around and got his coat and hat. “Dimitri leave those papers on my desk alright”, Aleksandar shouted. “Ok Comrade” Dimitri shouted back. Aleksandar Rushed with Kordokovski to the parliament building, there was a massive crowd outside watching the live broadcast from inside, on it was Aleksandar’s father, Creeper Creepervic, he was making a speech and Aleksandar arrived just in time, “The state of the republic is undoubtedly in jeopardy, the Italian Fascists have opened fire on our good and infallible revolutionary guard at the border” Creeper shouted, awaiting applause “The Parliament is at this current time, Under supervision of Vice president Kuchnic, Voting on a resolution, that will officially declare war, On the Italian republic”. The crowd stood, stunned for a couple seconds, then they erupted in cheers, shouts of “Glory to Creeptopia” and “Glory to the revolution” were heard, then shouts of “URA! URA!” as a further of nationalism swept the crowd like a broom clearing away leaves on the floor, Aleksandar and Kordokovski looked at each other, with Aleksandar muttering “It has returned, the spectre of death and war”. Thirty tense and agonizing minutes went past and the screen returned to Creepervic, people looked up in awe as he ruffled some pieces of paper about in his hands, he turned to the microphone after talking briefly with Kolochnic, “Men and women of the Creeptopian fatherland, the results for the vote have arrived, the parliament has voted in favour of war with the republic of Italy, may this war see us through to a victory, as of this current moment, the socialist federal republic of Creeptopia is in a state of war with the republic of Italy.”, Vadim and Aleksandar stared at each other, bemused at the state their country was now in, Vadim quickly broke the stare and rushed through the crowd into the parliament building. “Typical Varski” said Aleksandar, annoyed.
Forests near Valencia, Creeptopia
March 2nd 2018, 12:21 AM
The dark and brown wood gave way revealing a bright red axe with a silver tip, the tree fell and created a large crunch sound throughout the forest, Yuri began to walk towards his large and red logging truck, emblazoned with the text “Catalonian Logging”, Yuri placed down his axe and turned around whilst taking off his hat and placing it on the mirror of his truck behind him, he adjusted his sunglasses and walked off towards the radio he had placed on a tree stump an hour before, he turned it off and picked it up. Yuri began to look around at the large expanse of forest around him, marvelling in its sheer size and age, “These trees have seen it all”, Muttered Yuri, the birds chirping in the background as a slow and faint wind blew in the distance, a squirrel ran across the ground as Yuri unlocked his truck doors. The door closed with a muffled slam as the vibrations of the engine turning on rattled the formerly quiet forest, then it hit him, he forgot his hat on the mirror, he wound down the window and he reached for his hat, but he stopped, he looked at the nearby road and stared, he heard a rumbling, a mechanical rumbling from the distance, Yuri knew that sound all too well, tanks. Yuri closed up his window and put his hat on the other seat in the large and dominating truck, He turned on the radio and began to drive, unbeknownst to Yuri, right in front of him lay an impromptu military checkpoint, hastily set up due to the war. Yuri drove up to the checkpoint and stopped, he wound down his window and attempted to locate a soldier with his eyes, spotting one, a tall and fresh faced fellow, bearing an officers helmet and an old German pistol and boasting the insignia of a Sargent first class. Yuri, concerned at the meaning of this, shouted over to the officer “Hey, Sir, Is this checkpoint still in action?” Yuri shouted, the sound of his voice causing the officer to rush over, when he got there he drew out a pen and a piece of paper, “Yes sir this checkpoint is very much in action at the moment, can I get your first and last name, along with ID Number” The soldier replied, slightly out of breath. “Yuri Alexandreev, and 81201 Sir” Yuri responded, as much confident as nervous. The soldier Briefly shuffled through his notebook, looked up at Yuri and then back at his notes, he wrote down a few things and then closed his notebook, he then turned back to Yuri “All is good Mr Alexandreev, you may continue” The soldier said, Yuri thanked the solider and began on his way, turning left towards Valencia and driving along the Remote forest road.
War Room of the Creeptopian People’s Army, Creeptopijegrad, Creeptopia
March 3rd 2018, 11:01 AM
Nikolai sat in the chair, a leather skinned creature as it was, it fell back upon him sitting in it, he adjusted his sitting position and reached to his left for his bag, which he then opened and took out some papers. “This, is the Italian positions near genoa”, he said, placing the papers on the circular and illuminated table in front of him “Now over to the Forty second quarter of the frontlines over there we have some Italian positions with artillery” He said, gesturing to the blown up version of the pictures being broadcasted onto the screen with a stick. Nikolai’s contemporary, Admiral Lukashenkavic observed the positions, before responding with “Surely a bit of naval bombardment from the Sicilian fleet should be enough to make those, inoperable”, he said as he twirled a pen in his hand and fiddled with the iron cross emblazoned with communist insignia hanging from his neck, Nikolai checked his photos, then jotted down the positions of the artillery, tanks and trenches and did some brief calculations whilst general Shiposhnikov and Field Marshal Hadov briefly spoke about plans for the weekend, he looked up at Lukashenkavic, and adjusted his posture, sitting upright compared to the slouch he was in when noting the positions, sipping from his cup of tea and then addressing Lukashenkavic, “These ships can fire shells far enough, correct?” He said, questioning Lukashenkavic, “Yes they can, roughly two miles in good weather and half that in bad, they should be able to hit their target given that we neutralise the Italian navy in the region” Lukashenkavic responded, near mechanically. The Nearby Shiposhnikov arose to his feet and walked towards the projection on the wall, gesturing towards it “So if your ships were placed in a good location we could eliminate the Italian positions around genoa?” Shiposhnikov said, questioning. “Yes, if the circumstances are correct” Responded Lukashenkavic. “Comrades let’s get onto the land aspect of this battle now we have sorted the naval aspect” Hadov said, standing up and gesturing to Shiposhnikov to return to his seat, “Given that the presidents suggestion for a three pronged offensive has historical precedent in operation Barbarossa and its initial success, we should follow his suggestion”, The other generals nodded in agreement, all with the exception of Shiposhnikov, who sipped his tea and didn’t nod, Hadov returned to the plans “With the elite forces of the Cheka we should be able to punch through the trenches after the bombardment from Admiral Lukashenkavic’s ships” he said, gesturing to the map of the operation “Given that the plan is relatively simple, I say in our next meeting we should discuss the final details, as for now, the matter is adjourned”. The generals stood up and saluted Hadov, after Hadov responded the generals left the room, with Hadov remaining to sort out some paperwork he had brought with him, Nikolai glanced at Hadov, then walked out to see Shiposhnikov waiting for him, he approached Nikolai, “Look Stepinkin, I don’t care if your family has been through every war we have seen, if you mess up this offensive like you did at Bordeaux I will ruin you, understood?” Shiposhnikov Said with malice, “Understood” Nikolai responded, Shiposhnikov walked off and Nikolai glanced towards him, before he had to go to another part of the building himself.
Chapter 2
The front
Nice-Monaco, Creeptopia
March 5th 2018, 12:59 PM
The city was quiet, almost the next day, and Hans was waiting for the orders he knew he would get, there was a war going on and he knew he would be mobilized to the front any day now to fight for the country he loved but the ideology which he didn’t, Hans was a firm believer in democracy and since the end of Creeptopian democracy three years prior he has been a notable voice In the campaign for its return. The lack of traffic made the wealthy part of the town seem eerily quiet, he was waiting for something though, he had heard that he was in fact being conscripted for the conflict which he did not want any part in, hans stroked his chin and looked around, the part of Monaco he was staying in was usually full of vehicles heading to and from the casino at this time of day, hans didn’t know, he was just waiting, it eventually arrived, a large green truck with a canvas over the bed in the back, fashioned with some wooden seats and what appeared to be some sort of metal brace placed there to provide meaningless structural support to them, hans checked his papers then looked up at the driver, with a hand outstretched ready to receive the papers like a vulture diving down for its prey. Hans eventually finished checking his papers and handed them over to the driver, who motioned for him to get into the back of the vehicle, hans followed this command and hoisted himself up into the rear of the truck, there he found himself with 3 other men, one of them was almost as well kept as he was, slick black hair and a thin moustache, whilst the other two looked like the sort of people you would see on a street corner trying to sell you something suspicious. Disregarding the presence of the Chatty person with the slick black hair, hans looked out the rear of the truck to the empty Monegasque street, wondering what should’ve been happening here given that there was peace in this world, given thirty minutes later and the truck has arrived in the harbour, there stood a tall and slender officer dressed in a khaki uniform that donned a star with a hammer and sickle emblazoned upon it, he looked to be around thirty and yet acted if he was in his late fifties. “Must have been severely injured in the last one” Hans thought, confused. The officer approached the truck driver, who at this point had turned off the engine, “Are these the new conscripts?” He said, with a painfully thick French accent, “Yep, fresh for the front” The driver responded, almost like a child in a sweet shop. Hans’ mind was suddenly full of dread over what would come next, would he be sent to the front immediately? Would he even get trained? Hans stepped out of the truck to meet his fate, he was crowded onto a ship that on the side had the words “CMS Ceausescu” Emblazoned upon it, Hans knew where he was going, he was going to Corsica.
Creeptopijegrad, Creeptopia
March 6th, 2018, 4:12 PM
Aleksandar stood there annoyed, he knew that the defence minister had a meeting with Vadim but he didn’t care. There was some crucial information that Aleksandar had uncovered but the defence minister had requested that Aleksandar stood outside and waited for his meeting with the prime minister to conclude. Aleksandar looked to his left, the room was covered in a luxurious brown panelling, which he assumed was from France, then he looked out the window to his right, he saw the workers and the MP’s rushing about to get their business done, he noticed Anton Jakov walk right by with a massive piece of paper in his hands, Anton saw Aleksandar and entered the room, approaching him enthusiastically, “Aleksandar, I need to speak with you about this” He said, almost like a child, Aleksandar stood and waited for Anton to tell him what he was going to say. Anton began to unroll the piece of paper in his hands and placed it up against the wall, “This, is megadesk” Anton said, excited almost to the point of contagion. Aleksandar observed, bemused, but still silent. “This will be the thing that finally ends my prank war with Nihilitsin” Anton said, looking desperate for Aleksandar to respond, “Aleksandar, this is my greatest creation yet, and all you do is observe and ponder if it’s even possible”. Aleksandar still said nothing, causing Anton to roll up the paper and put it back under his arm, “Well then if you won’t take interest in megadesk I’m sure that Mikhail will” Anton responded with frustration, after Aleksandar still said nothing in response Anton walked out of the room annoyed, leaving the door to slam behind him and wake up a sleeping Szebizan Polodiv, he was a veteran politician, being in politics almost as long as his father had been alive, Aleksandar always looked up to Szebizan and Szebizan knew it, he always conducted himself well around the president’s son and Aleksandar knew it as such. Whilst Szebizan may not have been the most loyal member of the party, he was extremely wise and that is what made him worth the higher minister’s time. The door to the office of the defence minister opened and he and Vadim walked out whilst in mid conversation, “Well then stepan its been a nice chat but ive got to get back to the offices down the street, that Palakov guy said im needed there as the coffee machine is busted and im the only one that knows how to fix it” Vadim said, “Ah just another day in coffeetopia” Stepan responded with a chuckle, “you should get going then if its really that bad they need you to fix it, see you around comrade”, “See you comrade” Vadim responded, glancing at Aleksandar who was leaning up against the wood panelling, and then to Szebizan who had fallen asleep again. Aleksandar stood up and checked the folder which he had in his hand, checked everything was there, and walked into Stepans office.