- Location
- California,USA
[X] Plan Out of the Pan, Into the Fire
Steel and Ambition: No SV, Just Building the Guns Won't Make for a Successful Business. You Need More!
- Thread starter Magoose
- Start date
- Alt. History Historic
[X] Plan: Nose to the Grindstone
We should hire more people, the more people build the revolver the faster we would reach 1000 revolvers, if we cannot reach it with only 1 or 2 turns left, then we can ask for more time. The investors won't be happy if we tell them their dividends are getting delayed.
@Magoose do we have a malus to speaking with investors? Would the malus apply to asking for more time?
We should hire more people, the more people build the revolver the faster we would reach 1000 revolvers, if we cannot reach it with only 1 or 2 turns left, then we can ask for more time. The investors won't be happy if we tell them their dividends are getting delayed.
@Magoose do we have a malus to speaking with investors? Would the malus apply to asking for more time?
- Location
- Britain
[X] Plan: Nose to the Grindstone
Let's ask the investors for more time when we actually have something to show for it rather than a (currently) one off artisan weapon.
Let's ask the investors for more time when we actually have something to show for it rather than a (currently) one off artisan weapon.
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Duke William of
I really need to finish my quests. :V
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Plan: Nose to the Grindstone
williams1996
Alba gu bràth
- Location
- Scotland
[X] Plan: Nose to the Grindstone
[X] Plan Out of the Pan, Into the Fire
[X] Plan Out of the Pan, Into the Fire
- [x] Buying Time: You will show them the pistol you made, and than ask them for more time, to get more resources and equipment.
- [x] The Sisters Who Work: You need to teach them how to forge. Failing that will lead to even worse things for you… and them.
- [x] The Enigma of Sakamoto Ryōma: He came back with something… and that is this. "I believe I have made contact with people who can help you with producing even more."
- [x] Upgrading the Workshop: You need a way to mass produce weapons. And to design them more quickly. (Begin a workshop upgrading turn.)
- [x] Study Mass Production techniques: Exploring options to make more weapons in a way that is not going to sacrafice the quality of the weapon.
Edit: SV vote feature not be jank please
- [x] Buying Time: You will show them the pistol you made, and than ask them for more time, to get more resources and equipment.
- [x] The Sisters Who Work: You need to teach them how to forge. Failing that will lead to even worse things for you… and them.
- [x] The Enigma of Sakamoto Ryōma: He came back with something… and that is this. "I believe I have made contact with people who can help you with producing even more."
- [x] Upgrading the Workshop: You need a way to mass produce weapons. And to design them more quickly. (Begin a workshop upgrading turn.)
- [x] Study Mass Production techniques: Exploring options to make more weapons in a way that is not going to sacrafice the quality of the weapon.
Edit: SV vote feature not be jank please
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[X] Plan: Nose to the Grindstone
I'm all caught up in the quest
Now let's make us some guns!
I'm all caught up in the quest
Now let's make us some guns!
- Location
- United States
Oh I remembered this.
Hahahahahahaha
Oh @Magoose, ye of little faith. With the power of god and gunpowder on his side, nothing can stop Miki Hideaki, nothing.
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WE MAKING JOHN BROWNING PROUD WITH THIS ONE! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵🇯🇵
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- Location
- United States
Welp let's see how this goes.
Turn 7 Results
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
Turn 7 Results:
-[X]Buying Time: You will show them the pistol you made, and than ask them for more time, to get more resources and equipment. Rolled:D20 => 1
Event Roll:D20 => 19
As you demonstrated the pistol, the assembled men watched with rapt attention. Each shot you fired into the target drew murmurs of approval; they were not merely impressed, they were captivated by what they saw. The ease of use, the reliability, the brutal efficiency of it all, it was clear they understood the implications.
When you finally finished and carefully holstered the weapon, making sure it was safely unloaded, the leader stepped forward. His voice was even, but there was a glint of hunger in his eyes.
"We are impressed," he said, nodding once. "Very impressed. When can we expect to see more?"
You leaned forward slightly, choosing your words carefully. "Soon," you began, "but for that to happen, I must request an extension of time. There are significant logistical challenges that must be addressed before production can truly begin."
The leader's expression hardened. "How so?" he asked. "We have already provided you with a fortune, more than most men would ever see in a lifetime, to fulfill your part of the bargain. And yet you claim you require more time? We were led to believe you understood the urgency of this matter."
Your hand twitched, and without fully thinking, you drew the pistol, spinning it once with a practiced flick before setting it down hard upon the table. The heavy thud silenced the murmuring around you.
You met each of their eyes, steady and unflinching. "Then you do not truly understand what you are asking of me," you said, your voice calm but firm. "This pistol required resources that were rare, difficult to source, difficult to refine, and difficult to shape. Every step of the process had to be perfect, not for my own sake, but for the survival of the wielder."
You let the words hang in the air before continuing.
"Rushing this process would mean cutting corners. It would mean producing weapons that might explode in a soldier's hand, or jam when they are needed most. You ask me to expedite the process, but even this prototype was only barely completed to a standard that I can trust with my life."
One of the men, younger and colder than the rest, sneered. "The users are soldiers. It is their duty to die, is it not?"
You stared at him for a long, quiet moment before answering.
"I do not make weapons for men to die holding, or die using when the enemy wishes to have. I make weapons they can trust to keep them alive. Weapons they can depend on, fight with, and win with. I build to endure, to evolve, to be refined as needed, not to be discarded like broken toys of nobles."
You straightened, feeling the weight of the room shift slightly as the tension mounted.
"You are not asking me for a simple weapon. You are asking for excellence, for superiority. That is not something that can be rushed. If you want a factory of cheap death traps, you will have to look elsewhere. If you want victory, you will give me the time I need."
"We have seen the barbarians do it," the leader said coldly, his voice sharp as a blade. "What makes it impossible for you?"
There was a derisive murmur from some of the others, as if your difficulties were nothing but excuses in their eyes. To them, the foreign powers, the so-called barbarians, had achieved marvels of industry and invention. Why should you be any different?
You tightened your jaw, feeling the weight of their ignorance pressing down on you.
"They have factories," you said, your voice low but steady. "They have entire cities devoted to nothing but production. They have machines that can cut, drill, and forge with a precision that a thousand men working by hand could not match. They have decades, no centuries of infrastructure to draw upon. Steel mills, coal mines, shipyards, armies of trained engineers and craftsmen... and you think I can rival that in months, working with what little I can beg, buy, or steal? With what little you give me? When I have to source everything else?"
You leaned in closer, letting them see the frustration simmering behind your eyes.
"It is not impossible. But it is not easy. And it is certainly not fast."
They all murmured among themselves… before they all looked at each other, and then to you. "So… either you help, or you hinder… what will it be?"
The leader then placed a hand down on the table, feeling the gun.
"I cannot grant you more time." He said.
"Then what you want from me is forfeit." You replied. "Go find someone who can do what you want, and they will tell you the exact same thing."
Failure: They have not taken your money… or equipment, or your pistol.
But they think that you can do the impossible. And expect it.
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-[X]The Sisters Who Work: You need to teach them how to forge. Failing that will lead to even worse things for you… and them. Rolled: D20 => 4
They could not keep up with you. You allowed them to rest, but chose nothing to say to them.
You wanted to say something, anything to them, but that would be impossible.
You wanted them to be like you, but they were so young… and you were so stressed… that nothing would ever come.
So they cried, and you could only watch them… and it broke your heart.
Failure: Your sisters cannot do this anymore… and they will not be able to help you.
Lose the +3 to Workshop rolls for the next two turns.
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-[X]Upgrading the Workshop: You need a way to mass-produce weapons. And to design them more quickly. (Begin a workshop upgrading turn.)
You have a workshop that you need to turn into a factory.
This will take lots of money… along with much more.
(Continued in Upgrading the workshop.)
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-[X]Study Mass Production techniques: Exploring options to make more weapons in a way that is not going to sacrafice the quality of the weapon. Rolled:D20 => 19+3=22
You would need lathes to turn steel into perfect, even barrels, every groove cut with an exactness no man could match by hand. Milling machines to carve the frames and cylinders, biting into the metal with a precision that could only be achieved through hard, steady pressure and sharp-toothed wheels. Drill presses, towering like iron monsters, needed to bore straight and true through the heart of a revolver's frame, where any mistake by even a hair's breadth would doom the weapon to uselessness, or worse, a catastrophic failure in the hands of its user.
You would need stamping presses to punch out the smaller parts, the triggers, the hammers, the springs, each one identical, each one interchangeable, so that repairs could be made without the need to custom-fit every single component.
Forges too, but not the crude village kind with uneven heat and unreliable bellows. You would need forges that could hold steel at a steady, punishing heat, enough to shape it cleanly and temper it properly, so that no crack would wait unseen to betray you in battle.
And all of these machines, these lathes, these presses, these forges, would themselves need skilled men to tend them. Men who understood that a tenth of an inch was not close enough. Men who could read the metal by the color of its heat, who could hear by the sound of a blade when it was time to resharpen it.
None of these things existed around you. Not the machines, not the men, not the endless flow of raw materials needed to feed them. You were trying to forge a future with the tools of another age, and it was like trying to build a clock with a hammer and a prayer.
Reward: You understand what is needed to increase production and productivity. For Mass Production.
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-[X]The Enigma of Sakamoto Ryōma: He came back with something… and that is this. "I believe I have made contact with people who can help you with producing even more." Rolled:D20 => 20
There were many men gathered in the great hall where you stood, their robes brushing the polished wooden floor, their voices a low, constant murmur like the sound of a distant river.
But you were focused only on Sakamoto.
"Who are these men?" you asked, your voice low, cautious.
Sakamoto sighed quietly beside you, his arms folded as he surveyed the room. "They are… politically valuable people," he said at last. "Men who pay to know, and who possess... an incredible talent for doing what needs to be done."
"And what is that?" you pressed.
"Trying to prevent a war," he replied, his voice heavy. For a moment, he seemed to retreat into his own thoughts, and you saw a flicker of something in his expression — regret, maybe. Shame.
"There was a time," Sakamoto said slowly, "when I would have killed for the Emperor. To see him restored to true power. To have his enlightened rule sweep over Japan and bring back its ancient greatness."
He paused again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as if the memory itself pained him. You remained silent, letting him speak on his own terms.
"How foolish I was to think a crown alone could solve the rot that eats at this country," he said at last, the words bitter on his tongue. "Japan needs leadership, yes. But it does not need another despot. It does not need generals who dream only of conquest and empire."
His hand curled into a fist, then relaxed.
"It needs builders," he said with conviction. "Men who can guide the nation into the wider world without losing what makes Japan… Japan."
"You seem to have put a great deal of thought into this," you observed carefully.
"I have," Sakamoto admitted, offering a small, wry smile. "And I have had help, from the words of philosophers, and from companions who share these dreams."
Before you could ask more, a man at the far end of the hall caught your attention. He wore the two swords of a samurai and the formal bearing of a high official. His sharp eyes met yours, and with a measured, deliberate gesture, he waved you forward.
Sakamoto gave you a slight nod, this was the man you were meant to meet.
As you approached, the samurai straightened, his voice calm but charged with the weight of the moment. "Gentlemen," he said, bowing slightly, "thank you for coming. Know that if we are discovered here tonight… we will be put to death without trial."
There was no fear in his voice, only a simple statement of fact.
Then, he turned his gaze to you directly, a faint smile breaking through his stern composure. He placed a hand lightly on his chest.
"I am Katsu Kaishū," the man said with a calm, almost disarming smile. "And if fortune favors us… tonight will mark the first step toward saving our homeland."
You studied him for a long moment before asking, "Why am I here?"
Sakamoto answered before Katsu could, his voice low but steady. "Because you said you needed resources. And he," Sakamoto tilted his head toward Katsu, "can get them for you."
Katsu nodded once, solemnly, then turned his gaze across the gathered men. His voice, though not loud, carried through the hall with an iron firmness.
"We are gathered here because we refuse to stand idle and watch our country destroy itself. The Shogunate, once mighty, has become feeble, incapable of keeping the barbarians from clawing at our gates. And the Emperor..." he hesitated, as if weighing how much to say, "the Emperor is a fool who believes we can simply close our doors and pretend the world outside does not exist. And all those who are in between who seek power for themselves. Not for Japan."
Murmurs of agreement moved through the crowd like a ripple.
Katsu's eyes found yours again. "To survive for Japan, and for ourselves. We must secure power for ourselves. We must remove the Shogunate, but we must also keep the Emperor from regaining the throne in truth, from taking the reins of government and plunging us into ruinous isolation once more."
He spread his hands, as if offering the enormity of the task to the men around him.
"So, we do this: we build our own government. Carefully, in secret, with resolve. And then we build our army, one loyal to our vision, not to old dynasties or fragile dreams. So that when the storm breaks, when the old world falls…" he lowered his hands, his voice growing colder, "we will be the ones who remain standing."
There was a charged silence after he finished, as if everyone present could feel the enormity of the moment..
Sakamoto looked over at you, his expression unreadable. "You asked for support," he said softly. "This is the price."
And for the first time, you understood: they were not just asking you to build weapons.
They were asking you to help build a nation, or tear one apart.
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(AN: A moment to interrupt and tell you what is now happening. Due to your actions and omake rewards, along with Naoskues' survival at his assassination attempt, there is now a third faction that is now playing the game of power in Japan in this era. The Friends of the Emperor for Constitutional Government. These mad lads want to create a constitutional monarchy in the Mold of Great Britain, but also with the guaranteed rights for all subjects of the Emperor like the United States does for its citizens in the bill of rights. I will say no more than this. Their goals are simple. Modernize Japan, and build it up to be a great power. Not through military conquest… though that might not be possible, given the Samurai… But by playing the game of politics, with other secondary powers within the world, like the United States and Brazil.)
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What do you say? And What do you ask for?:
[]Write in
-[X]Buying Time: You will show them the pistol you made, and than ask them for more time, to get more resources and equipment. Rolled:D20 => 1
Event Roll:D20 => 19
As you demonstrated the pistol, the assembled men watched with rapt attention. Each shot you fired into the target drew murmurs of approval; they were not merely impressed, they were captivated by what they saw. The ease of use, the reliability, the brutal efficiency of it all, it was clear they understood the implications.
When you finally finished and carefully holstered the weapon, making sure it was safely unloaded, the leader stepped forward. His voice was even, but there was a glint of hunger in his eyes.
"We are impressed," he said, nodding once. "Very impressed. When can we expect to see more?"
You leaned forward slightly, choosing your words carefully. "Soon," you began, "but for that to happen, I must request an extension of time. There are significant logistical challenges that must be addressed before production can truly begin."
The leader's expression hardened. "How so?" he asked. "We have already provided you with a fortune, more than most men would ever see in a lifetime, to fulfill your part of the bargain. And yet you claim you require more time? We were led to believe you understood the urgency of this matter."
Your hand twitched, and without fully thinking, you drew the pistol, spinning it once with a practiced flick before setting it down hard upon the table. The heavy thud silenced the murmuring around you.
You met each of their eyes, steady and unflinching. "Then you do not truly understand what you are asking of me," you said, your voice calm but firm. "This pistol required resources that were rare, difficult to source, difficult to refine, and difficult to shape. Every step of the process had to be perfect, not for my own sake, but for the survival of the wielder."
You let the words hang in the air before continuing.
"Rushing this process would mean cutting corners. It would mean producing weapons that might explode in a soldier's hand, or jam when they are needed most. You ask me to expedite the process, but even this prototype was only barely completed to a standard that I can trust with my life."
One of the men, younger and colder than the rest, sneered. "The users are soldiers. It is their duty to die, is it not?"
You stared at him for a long, quiet moment before answering.
"I do not make weapons for men to die holding, or die using when the enemy wishes to have. I make weapons they can trust to keep them alive. Weapons they can depend on, fight with, and win with. I build to endure, to evolve, to be refined as needed, not to be discarded like broken toys of nobles."
You straightened, feeling the weight of the room shift slightly as the tension mounted.
"You are not asking me for a simple weapon. You are asking for excellence, for superiority. That is not something that can be rushed. If you want a factory of cheap death traps, you will have to look elsewhere. If you want victory, you will give me the time I need."
"We have seen the barbarians do it," the leader said coldly, his voice sharp as a blade. "What makes it impossible for you?"
There was a derisive murmur from some of the others, as if your difficulties were nothing but excuses in their eyes. To them, the foreign powers, the so-called barbarians, had achieved marvels of industry and invention. Why should you be any different?
You tightened your jaw, feeling the weight of their ignorance pressing down on you.
"They have factories," you said, your voice low but steady. "They have entire cities devoted to nothing but production. They have machines that can cut, drill, and forge with a precision that a thousand men working by hand could not match. They have decades, no centuries of infrastructure to draw upon. Steel mills, coal mines, shipyards, armies of trained engineers and craftsmen... and you think I can rival that in months, working with what little I can beg, buy, or steal? With what little you give me? When I have to source everything else?"
You leaned in closer, letting them see the frustration simmering behind your eyes.
"It is not impossible. But it is not easy. And it is certainly not fast."
They all murmured among themselves… before they all looked at each other, and then to you. "So… either you help, or you hinder… what will it be?"
The leader then placed a hand down on the table, feeling the gun.
"I cannot grant you more time." He said.
"Then what you want from me is forfeit." You replied. "Go find someone who can do what you want, and they will tell you the exact same thing."
Failure: They have not taken your money… or equipment, or your pistol.
But they think that you can do the impossible. And expect it.
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-[X]The Sisters Who Work: You need to teach them how to forge. Failing that will lead to even worse things for you… and them. Rolled: D20 => 4
They could not keep up with you. You allowed them to rest, but chose nothing to say to them.
You wanted to say something, anything to them, but that would be impossible.
You wanted them to be like you, but they were so young… and you were so stressed… that nothing would ever come.
So they cried, and you could only watch them… and it broke your heart.
Failure: Your sisters cannot do this anymore… and they will not be able to help you.
Lose the +3 to Workshop rolls for the next two turns.
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-[X]Upgrading the Workshop: You need a way to mass-produce weapons. And to design them more quickly. (Begin a workshop upgrading turn.)
You have a workshop that you need to turn into a factory.
This will take lots of money… along with much more.
(Continued in Upgrading the workshop.)
--------------------------------------------------------------
-[X]Study Mass Production techniques: Exploring options to make more weapons in a way that is not going to sacrafice the quality of the weapon. Rolled:D20 => 19+3=22
You would need lathes to turn steel into perfect, even barrels, every groove cut with an exactness no man could match by hand. Milling machines to carve the frames and cylinders, biting into the metal with a precision that could only be achieved through hard, steady pressure and sharp-toothed wheels. Drill presses, towering like iron monsters, needed to bore straight and true through the heart of a revolver's frame, where any mistake by even a hair's breadth would doom the weapon to uselessness, or worse, a catastrophic failure in the hands of its user.
You would need stamping presses to punch out the smaller parts, the triggers, the hammers, the springs, each one identical, each one interchangeable, so that repairs could be made without the need to custom-fit every single component.
Forges too, but not the crude village kind with uneven heat and unreliable bellows. You would need forges that could hold steel at a steady, punishing heat, enough to shape it cleanly and temper it properly, so that no crack would wait unseen to betray you in battle.
And all of these machines, these lathes, these presses, these forges, would themselves need skilled men to tend them. Men who understood that a tenth of an inch was not close enough. Men who could read the metal by the color of its heat, who could hear by the sound of a blade when it was time to resharpen it.
None of these things existed around you. Not the machines, not the men, not the endless flow of raw materials needed to feed them. You were trying to forge a future with the tools of another age, and it was like trying to build a clock with a hammer and a prayer.
Reward: You understand what is needed to increase production and productivity. For Mass Production.
----------------------------------------------------------
-[X]The Enigma of Sakamoto Ryōma: He came back with something… and that is this. "I believe I have made contact with people who can help you with producing even more." Rolled:D20 => 20
There were many men gathered in the great hall where you stood, their robes brushing the polished wooden floor, their voices a low, constant murmur like the sound of a distant river.
But you were focused only on Sakamoto.
"Who are these men?" you asked, your voice low, cautious.
Sakamoto sighed quietly beside you, his arms folded as he surveyed the room. "They are… politically valuable people," he said at last. "Men who pay to know, and who possess... an incredible talent for doing what needs to be done."
"And what is that?" you pressed.
"Trying to prevent a war," he replied, his voice heavy. For a moment, he seemed to retreat into his own thoughts, and you saw a flicker of something in his expression — regret, maybe. Shame.
"There was a time," Sakamoto said slowly, "when I would have killed for the Emperor. To see him restored to true power. To have his enlightened rule sweep over Japan and bring back its ancient greatness."
He paused again, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as if the memory itself pained him. You remained silent, letting him speak on his own terms.
"How foolish I was to think a crown alone could solve the rot that eats at this country," he said at last, the words bitter on his tongue. "Japan needs leadership, yes. But it does not need another despot. It does not need generals who dream only of conquest and empire."
His hand curled into a fist, then relaxed.
"It needs builders," he said with conviction. "Men who can guide the nation into the wider world without losing what makes Japan… Japan."
"You seem to have put a great deal of thought into this," you observed carefully.
"I have," Sakamoto admitted, offering a small, wry smile. "And I have had help, from the words of philosophers, and from companions who share these dreams."
Before you could ask more, a man at the far end of the hall caught your attention. He wore the two swords of a samurai and the formal bearing of a high official. His sharp eyes met yours, and with a measured, deliberate gesture, he waved you forward.
Sakamoto gave you a slight nod, this was the man you were meant to meet.
As you approached, the samurai straightened, his voice calm but charged with the weight of the moment. "Gentlemen," he said, bowing slightly, "thank you for coming. Know that if we are discovered here tonight… we will be put to death without trial."
There was no fear in his voice, only a simple statement of fact.
Then, he turned his gaze to you directly, a faint smile breaking through his stern composure. He placed a hand lightly on his chest.
"I am Katsu Kaishū," the man said with a calm, almost disarming smile. "And if fortune favors us… tonight will mark the first step toward saving our homeland."
You studied him for a long moment before asking, "Why am I here?"
Sakamoto answered before Katsu could, his voice low but steady. "Because you said you needed resources. And he," Sakamoto tilted his head toward Katsu, "can get them for you."
Katsu nodded once, solemnly, then turned his gaze across the gathered men. His voice, though not loud, carried through the hall with an iron firmness.
"We are gathered here because we refuse to stand idle and watch our country destroy itself. The Shogunate, once mighty, has become feeble, incapable of keeping the barbarians from clawing at our gates. And the Emperor..." he hesitated, as if weighing how much to say, "the Emperor is a fool who believes we can simply close our doors and pretend the world outside does not exist. And all those who are in between who seek power for themselves. Not for Japan."
Murmurs of agreement moved through the crowd like a ripple.
Katsu's eyes found yours again. "To survive for Japan, and for ourselves. We must secure power for ourselves. We must remove the Shogunate, but we must also keep the Emperor from regaining the throne in truth, from taking the reins of government and plunging us into ruinous isolation once more."
He spread his hands, as if offering the enormity of the task to the men around him.
"So, we do this: we build our own government. Carefully, in secret, with resolve. And then we build our army, one loyal to our vision, not to old dynasties or fragile dreams. So that when the storm breaks, when the old world falls…" he lowered his hands, his voice growing colder, "we will be the ones who remain standing."
There was a charged silence after he finished, as if everyone present could feel the enormity of the moment..
Sakamoto looked over at you, his expression unreadable. "You asked for support," he said softly. "This is the price."
And for the first time, you understood: they were not just asking you to build weapons.
They were asking you to help build a nation, or tear one apart.
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(AN: A moment to interrupt and tell you what is now happening. Due to your actions and omake rewards, along with Naoskues' survival at his assassination attempt, there is now a third faction that is now playing the game of power in Japan in this era. The Friends of the Emperor for Constitutional Government. These mad lads want to create a constitutional monarchy in the Mold of Great Britain, but also with the guaranteed rights for all subjects of the Emperor like the United States does for its citizens in the bill of rights. I will say no more than this. Their goals are simple. Modernize Japan, and build it up to be a great power. Not through military conquest… though that might not be possible, given the Samurai… But by playing the game of politics, with other secondary powers within the world, like the United States and Brazil.)
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What do you say? And What do you ask for?:
[]Write in
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Welp that could've went better but hey at least we got allies I guess?
ReluctntCrusader
Mula sa Masa, Tungo sa Masa
Outline for support:
-Ask for machinery, materials and workers and if possible foreign guns to base designs
-the nation must be ruled by its people
-"the low overcomes the high"
-Ask for machinery, materials and workers and if possible foreign guns to base designs
-the nation must be ruled by its people
-"the low overcomes the high"
- Pronouns
- He
Nuh uh, I come to this quest roleplay as a emperor mightiest gunsmith, not a put a shadow plutocracy
- Location
- California USA
- Pronouns
- He
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Um, you don't have to get involved.
You can literally say no. its why I gave a write in. You can call them out for their bullshit.
Edit: All I will say, is that there is no good answer to Japan's clusterfuck of a political situation. and none of them are good choices.
the Emperor wins, we just get what happens until the two suns get dropped on it, with attempted genocide and repression and oligarchy for this.
The Shogunate wins: The Samurai as a class will still be there, through all the trouble that can create.
These new guys win?
They will try to manuver their way to japan to become a great power, and do unspeakable things to the japanese people to get it. even if they are far more liberal then everyone else, and talk a big game.
Really there is no good answer, and I wanted it that way.
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ReluctntCrusader
Mula sa Masa, Tungo sa Masa
Btw, how much has the MC read about Japanese history?