Time to make a plan guys
Seems pretty good, but I don't think trains are as necessary as setting some renewable foods as soon as possible. So, I'll go with that plan, but with a modification:Plan: [X]Post Revolution Triage.(Will take better name suggestions.)
Yeah the formatting got wierdly changed when I moved it, working on fixing it for the futureI'm seeing a lot of linebreaks between every paragraph this update. It makes it quite awkward to read.
[X] Plan Post Revolution Triage With Food
Moving text between different programs and/or webpages often breaks formatting, even when it probably shouldn't.Yeah the formatting got wierdly changed when I moved it, working on fixing it for the future
The update looks much better, but you might wanna add back in the paragraph breaks in this section. (Example below, just in case.)The struggle was done. After so many years of struggle, and the creation of her new, truly revolutionary part, Elsie March can stand at the top of the Empire State Building and look upon the dream she dreamt so long ago. From a young student reading Marx, to a member of the DSA, to leaving in outrage over the New York branch's moderation, to the great transition that changed so much about the world. Countless held themselves back, afraid of the possibilities this new land offered, afraid of abandoning what they once knew, but not her. With eyes firmly pointed forward she split from the mensheviks in the CPUSA, and with eyes firmly pointed forward she lead the revolution that in the end brought down the Police.
A cough brings her out of her daydreaming, the Maoists. Good allies in the struggle but so attached to the old world. She frowns, it'll be dealt with eventually, the people will reject them in the end, or they shall find that the cities can leverage more forces then their precious countryside. But for now, allies they are, and together they must work.
Elliot Pearce coughs to get their supposed leader out of the clouds and back into the current situation. That's the problem with these "new world communists" he thinks. They're idealists, and too focused on some imagined future to realize what's in front of their noses. It's a shame the Maoist movement he led ended up having to subordinate itself to them, but in the end their forces were greater, and neither movement had an appetite for further conflict. Yet. These idealists will lead the revolution to disaster, and then the Real Movement will be able to pick up the pieces. But for the moment, stabilization is the name of the game. The police are gone, but a new government must form itself now that the revolution has succeeded.
Jackie Brown is not in the Empire State. They sit on a bench near central park, enjoying freedom. To think just a month ago they feared conscription, just a week ago they thought they would be shot in the fighting. But today they can breathe free, in a city no longer in chains, a nation no longer under the gun of the police. On Broadway there's a revival of Les Miserables going on. The actors are talented, but the director is clearly out of their depth. Still, they might get a ticket, it's free in celebration of the revolution, but they hear the theatre plans to begin to charge again once the energy has died down. The sky is bluer than they've ever seen it before. The birds are louder. The wreckage from the fighting has started to clear. Truly, Jackie thinks, it is a good day.
Back in the Empire State Elsie March has a headache beyond the ability of her limited Tylenol stocks to treat. Dealing with the rightists of the CPUSA was never a struggle, giving speeches to the people was electrifying, forming and leading her own party had its hard times, but overall it was one of the greatest joys of her life. But now that the revolution is done dealing with the factions and coalitions and movements is seconds away from driving her mad. If it isn't the Maoists starting something with their ridiculous ideas, it's the revisionists clinging on to influence talking about moderation, or some damn fool plan they've concocted, and worse then either of the two it's some kid playing at revolution without a lick of theory in their head proposing something so stupid it makes her want to scream. But still. The police are gone, the revolution is won. The time has come to build something new, something glorious, something Revolutionary.
The struggle was done. After so many years of struggle, and the creation of her new, truly revolutionary part, Elsie March can stand at the top of the Empire State Building and look upon the dream she dreamt so long ago. From a young student reading Marx, to a member of the DSA, to leaving in outrage over the New York branch's moderation, to the great transition that changed so much about the world. Countless held themselves back, afraid of the possibilities this new land offered, afraid of abandoning what they once knew, but not her. With eyes firmly pointed forward she split from the mensheviks in the CPUSA, and with eyes firmly pointed forward she lead the revolution that in the end brought down the Police.
A cough brings her out of her daydreaming, the Maoists. Good allies in the struggle but so attached to the old world. She frowns, it'll be dealt with eventually, the people will reject them in the end, or they shall find that the cities can leverage more forces then their precious countryside. But for now, allies they are, and together they must work.
Elliot Pearce coughs to get their supposed leader out of the clouds and back into the current situation. That's the problem with these "new world communists" he thinks. They're idealists, and too focused on some imagined future to realize what's in front of their noses. It's a shame the Maoist movement he led ended up having to subordinate itself to them, but in the end their forces were greater, and neither movement had an appetite for further conflict. Yet. These idealists will lead the revolution to disaster, and then the Real Movement will be able to pick up the pieces. But for the moment, stabilization is the name of the game. The police are gone, but a new government must form itself now that the revolution has succeeded.
Jackie Brown is not in the Empire State. They sit on a bench near central park, enjoying freedom. To think just a month ago they feared conscription, just a week ago they thought they would be shot in the fighting. But today they can breathe free, in a city no longer in chains, a nation no longer under the gun of the police. On Broadway there's a revival of Les Miserables going on. The actors are talented, but the director is clearly out of their depth. Still, they might get a ticket, it's free in celebration of the revolution, but they hear the theatre plans to begin to charge again once the energy has died down. The sky is bluer than they've ever seen it before. The birds are louder. The wreckage from the fighting has started to clear. Truly, Jackie thinks, it is a good day.
Back in the Empire State Elsie March has a headache beyond the ability of her limited Tylenol stocks to treat. Dealing with the rightists of the CPUSA was never a struggle, giving speeches to the people was electrifying, forming and leading her own party had its hard times, but overall it was one of the greatest joys of her life. But now that the revolution is done dealing with the factions and coalitions and movements is seconds away from driving her mad. If it isn't the Maoists starting something with their ridiculous ideas, it's the revisionists clinging on to influence talking about moderation, or some damn fool plan they've concocted, and worse then either of the two it's some kid playing at revolution without a lick of theory in their head proposing something so stupid it makes her want to scream. But still. The police are gone, the revolution is won. The time has come to build something new, something glorious, something Revolutionary.
Yeah the formatting got wierdly changed when I moved it, working on fixing it for the future