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Victoria Falls: A Post-Collapse American Nation Quest [Down With Victoria!]

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I can dig it. If they end up being Canon, we'll probably find them making the civil war in Victoria into a three-way.
 
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Non-Canon Omake: The 9-String Triumph of Sainted Gordon
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    • The 9-String Triumph of Sainted Gordon

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    "In the Collapse, we all have lost something. Those of us who lived before it have lost their home country, the state that they trusted to keep them safe and give them their fair chance to prosper. Those born into this world of chaos, have lost the future they should have had, and the chance to make anything they wished of themselves. To grow up, and experience all life had to offer, free of fear, free of the looming shadows hellbent on tearing apart all that was good!

    In our own ways, we have, to a one, clung to something of the past in hopes it might show the path to a better tomorrow. In this age of warlords, oppressors and misery, we all have sought some measure of comfort to draw upon, so that we can find the will to live another day. Not just survive, LIVE!

    We, our people, are no different in this regard. But we never settled. We never stopped being itinerant, never stopped moving. We've clung to something, like all others. But where so many secret them away, hide them for fear of discovery by wretched Victorians, we hid nothing. We have been in the open for decades, wandering the length and breadth of the Rockies in plain sight. Do you know why we do this?

    We do it, because we wish to be heard. Because hiding what we have preserved would be as though we didn't have it at all. Until those murderous eyes in the sky sight their guns on us and fire, we will keep on as we have.

    And now, the cranks have spun, the cells have life and it is time to begin!

    LET THE TUNES TEAR UP THE AIR! LET THE BEAT ECHO THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS! LET US REVERBERATE TO THE EDGE OF THE ATMOSPHERE, THAT ALL THE WORLD MUST HEAR OF US! LET THE 9-STRING ECHO ETERNAL!" - Simon Chen, Lead Vocalist of the 9-String Triumph, 2067

    Not a great deal is known about the groups collectively known as the 9-String Triumph of Sainted Gordon beyond the superficial, save for their sense of bombast, which has become local legend. They are known to wander across the span of the former Mountain States, lead by their Vocalists, who proselytize to the residents of rural towns, homesteads and occasionally on the outskirts of the larger cities.

    Publically, it is known that they lead an itinerant lifestyle, caring only for (loudly) playing and venerating the various scores of the Australian composer Mick Gordon. While largely looked upon with amusement, and occasionally paid in food and scavenged parts to maintain their sound systems in exchange for the novelty of hearing Old World music, there are occasional converts who find themselves drawn to their openly espoused stance of spending their lives reveling in what makes them happy, alongside their fiery condemnations and snubbing of Victorian attitudes.

    The exact origins of the Triumph are unknown, as rumors of sightings date to the beginning stages of the Collapse, and unverified claims that the Triumph predates the Collapse entirely. Members of the Triumph themselves, when questioned on the matter, aloofly dismissed the queries as unimportant.
     
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    • [x] Remove Hostile Neighborhood. You have been the focus of low-grade hostility and resentment for too long. And...well, all right, you've not actually been very proactive about doing anything about that. But you are tired of it, and you will never get a chance to be surer than now that you'll have the ultimate opportunity to finally change people's perceptions of you. You can't make a second first impression, but you can kill that bastard first impression while you have the chance.
     
    Non-Canon Omake: As A Phoenix From the Ashes
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    • As a Phoenix from the Ashes​

    In Victoria, it is often believed that 2038 saw the final death of Atlanta in the fires of nuclear devastation, and the dissolution of the short-lived Republic of Georgia. This is only partially accurate. The Republic did indeed dissolve, but the bomb that burned Atlanta, while devastating, was nowhere close to large enough to level even a heavily centralized city. And Atlanta is anything but centralized.

    Atlanta has spent the better part of thirty-five years rebuilding and reestablishing ties, both economic and political with their neighbors in the Georgia Piedmont, which has broken into a collection of small republics, mostly the remnants of local governments. These ties have not been overt, and often not even official, because while Atlanta is far enough from Victoria to avoid routine raids, they could still be struck if they were to draw Victoria's eye by attempting anything too obviously dangerous to Victorian hegemony.

    It was after the Lake Erie Campaign that Atlanta at last made her move. Delegates from across the northern half of Georgia were called together to form a new Republic, now that Victoria's might had been broken, its navies shattered, and its attention drawn elsewhere.

    These are Journal entries from one Katherine Booth, a native of Columbus, Georgia, and the official aide of Dr. Gideon Walker, Columbus's delegate to the Georgian Constitutional Convention.

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    Sunday, 3 November 2075

    I find myself reminded of how incredibly lucky I feel to be involved in events of such momentous importance. Just one year ago, I never would have predicted that I would be here to potentially see the birth of a new nation, or perhaps the rebirth of one that died long before I was even born.

    I am surprised by the sheer number of delegates who are here. Some are about what I expected. Lagrange, Newnan, Marietta, and the Lanier communities have been pushing for something like this even before Chicago bloodied the Victorians, never mind Atlanta proper. But some were less predictable. There are delegates from all over Georgia. I know for a fact that Savannah and Augusta have delegates, even though they were vocally against any sort of union just last year.

    The truly surprising delegations are the ones not even from Georgia. I've heard rumors that Chattanooga and Jacksonville have even sent people, though I am not sure how much stock can be put into these. I can certainly discount the rumors of there being a Houston delegation. That would just be absurd, and I can't see Atlanta sending invitations to any Texans anyway.

    Dr. Walker and I have been given a room in a skyscraper. The building is just shy of 100 years old, but it's one of the tallest in the city, and certainly taller than anything we have back in Columbus, and the view is truly remarkable. The first of the meetings begins tomorrow, at the congress center. I should probably end this here and try to get some sleep, tomorrow will be a very big day.



    Monday, 4 November 2075

    I don't feel like much of anything actually got done today.

    Things started well enough. Eliza Davies, Atlanta's mayor, introduced herself and began explaining what the general purpose of the convention: to form a new union of Georgia cities and communities, possibly similar in nature to Chicago's new commonwealth. She spoke about how by standing together, we could more easily hold off threats and form a more powerful and cohesive economic bloc.

    Several delegates from western cities, including Mathew Palmer from Carrolton, and Dr. Walker, spoke in favor of Mayor Davies' proposition. The first sign of trouble came however, when Harper McDonald, one of Savannah's delegates, asked to speak.

    She argued that Savannah did not need to be subservient to Atlanta in order to be successful, and that the last time Georgia tried to rise as a nation, Atlanta burned in nuclear fire, and that she didn't wish for Savannah to share that fate this time around.

    The congress got a bit unsettled by this, and the delegates from Rome and Augusta, among a few from smaller areas in the south and east sided with her. The debates continued for much of the rest of the day, before the congress was adjourned for the evening.

    I fear for the future of Georgia. Without Savannah and Brunswick, we will have no ports, which limits trade and possible military or material support from Europe. Lacking Rome cuts us off from any sort of northward expansion, and though Chattanooga's delegates declined to speak, it is clear even to me that they will have no interest in joining this union if they lack a direct overland connection to it.



    Tuesday, 5 November 2075

    The second day of the convention has passed, and there has been no change in the situation. Those areas which are against the present union have not changed their position. I fear that the Savannah delegation is only a matter of days from storming from the convention, not that I understand why they decided to come in the first place, given their obvious opposition.

    I came into this thinking that I would be able to see something incredible firsthand: the greatest politicians and thinkers in the region coming together to form some great new thing, but as it turns out, there has been mostly bickering and disagreements on the most basic points.

    I have noticed Dr. Walker going to speak with many of the other delegates who are in favor of union. I think that they are planning something, though he has not let me in on it.



    Wednesday, 6 November 2075

    The convention itself was the same as it has been, but afterwards, Dr. Walker asked that I come with him somewhere. I agreed, considering that I am supposed to be his aide, and we ended up at what I later realized to be the lodgings of Harper McDonald. He asked to speak with her privately, and so I ended up sitting in the hallway with her aide. She was around my age and introduced herself as Naomi Bell. We attempted to make small talk, but I think that she was wondering as much as I was what was being discussed. That may be projection, but I don't think that I'm that bad of a conversationalist.

    Ms. McDonald and Dr. Walker eventually left the room, both looking rather pleased. Dr. Walker and I bed farewell and returned to our own lodgings.

    I'm not sure what was spoken of between the two of them, but I believe that it went well.



    Thursday, 7 November 2075

    Some sort of backroom deal happened during that discussion. Ms. McDonald, the other Savannah delegates, and the delegates of most Savannah's allies have swapped sides, now being in favor of Union, albeit with some concessions. Mr. Dariel Ryan, Augusta's delegate, seemed to not be in on this switch, and ended up offering some token resistance before acceding that a union would be in Augusta's favor.

    It seems that the first roadblock to a Georgian union of some sort has been passed, as only Rome has not yet come down in favor of a Union.

    Rome staying independent would not be good, but it would no be nearly as catastrophic as failing to bring the coastal cities on board.

    Dr. Walker went to go speak to Ms. McDonald again, leaving me to once again talk to Naomi. I think the conversation went better this time. She told me what Savannah is like, and I told her about Columbus. I have decided that I need to visit Savannah someday if what she described is accurate. It sounds like a beautiful city, which apparently survived the Collapse well, physically at least.



    Friday, 8 November 2075

    Rome acquiesced, but some new opposition has been raised from northern delegations. The settlements in the Appalachians have raised some concerns that they will be ignored by the new government. Placating them was what most of today was spent on.

    There has not been much discussion on what form this union will take, and I feel that this is because the delegates will be given the weekend to rest, though unofficially it is probably for them to be able to finalize their plans.

    There have been disagreements, but all polities involved are now officially in favor of union. Actual nation-building will probably begin next week. I can't wait for the weekend to end.

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    This has been my attempt at some current events in Georgia.
     
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    The Northern Undergound

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    When the chaos finally arrived in America, there were groups other than the victorians that sought to create a new and radical society in the american northeast. Contrary to popular belief, the area that would go on to spawn the stain upon mankind that is Victoria once used to be a comparatively nice and forward-looking place, with a small number of radicals residing in the forests of rural new england, most of an anarchist or radical socialist bent. When the victorian terrorists began their reign of terror to dismantle federal authority these groups decided to capitalise on the instability, establishing themselves across the rural northeast on both sides of the border as the "North American Autonomous Municipalities".

    As federal and even state authority collapsed even further, the NAUM found itself swarmed with refugees, both those fleeing from the general societal instability and more specifically those targeted because of their minority status. Even so, the municipalities managed the delicate situation skillfully with what little resources they had and even approached something akin to security and self-reliance for a short while. Some even speculated that the NAUM could be the seed for a new, radical america once the dust settled.

    Then, of course, Victoria arrived. The very existence of a socialist polity that openly accepted refugees and minorities was too much to tolerate within Victorian borders, or even Victorian general vicinity for that matter. Seeing the writing on the wall as the Victorian forces approached, the most hardened members of the "Municipal Defence Force" fought a ferocious rearguard action as the rest of the populace began an arduous evacuation into the forests of the Canadian shield. What remained of the towns behind them was little more than ashes and mass graves once the Victorians had finished their work.

    Despite initial hopes, their place of refuge proved rather inhospitable; the collapse of industrial farming in the former united states combined with the large number of other survivors that sought to flee the ravages of Victoria soon depleted what little resources were already available; the region quickly collapsed into a patchwork of small villages, refugee camps and wandering armed gangs, all suffering through a state of near-constant famine. The few groups with anything even resembling a coordinated governance (the MDF, a proto-restorationist faction known as the US Emergency Authority and a far-right militia calling itself the True Sons of America) became embroiled in a constant conflict over the few scraps left, quickly abandoning all but the thinnest of ideological justifications for their seizing of food, fuel and shelter in order for their own group to survive.

    By the time the Victorians turned their attention to the region, not even that was left. The area was now simply occupied by a few isolated villages, with everyone else having either perished, fled elsewhere or seemingly disappeared. Thought it had fought valiantly, the dream of a free, socialist northeast was dead.

    Or at least, so it seemed.

    Across the north, in the towns and villages living in the shadow of the Victorian death-state, there are whispers that the spirit of revolution yet lives. In hushed tones in tavern corners, there is talk of safehouses for those in Victoria seeking to escape. Of people who know people that aid those in need. That the socialist and communists, long thought extinct in the vicinity of victoria, have simply gone underground. And sometimes, like a rare bird, people encounter posters emblazoned with the black and scarlet flag:

    MUTUAL AID ORGANIZATION NORTHEAST - REVOLUTIONARY LIBERATION FRONT

    UNTIL VICTORY, FOREVER!​
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    As discussed, canon.
    Sir_Travelsalot said:
    The 9-String Triumph of Sainted Gordon

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    "In the Collapse, we all have lost something. Those of us who lived before it have lost their home country, the state that they trusted to keep them safe and give them their fair chance to prosper. Those born into this world of chaos, have lost the future they should have had, and the chance to make anything they wished of themselves. To grow up, and experience all life had to offer, free of fear, free of the looming shadows hellbent on tearing apart all that was good!

    In our own ways, we have, to a one, clung to something of the past in hopes it might show the path to a better tomorrow. In this age of warlords, oppressors and misery, we all have sought some measure of comfort to draw upon, so that we can find the will to live another day. Not just survive, LIVE!

    We, our people, are no different in this regard. But we never settled. We never stopped being itinerant, never stopped moving. We've clung to something, like all others. But where so many secret them away, hide them for fear of discovery by wretched Victorians, we hid nothing. We have been in the open for decades, wandering the length and breadth of the Rockies in plain sight. Do you know why we do this?

    We do it, because we wish to be heard. Because hiding what we have preserved would be as though we didn't have it at all. Until those murderous eyes in the sky sight their guns on us and fire, we will keep on as we have.

    And now, the cranks have spun, the cells have life and it is time to begin!

    LET THE TUNES TEAR UP THE AIR! LET THE BEAT ECHO THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS! LET US REVERBERATE TO THE EDGE OF THE ATMOSPHERE, THAT ALL THE WORLD MUST HEAR OF US! LET THE 9-STRING ECHO ETERNAL!" - Simon Chen, Lead Vocalist of the 9-String Triumph, 2067
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    As a Phoenix from the Ashes​

    In Victoria, it is often believed that 2038 saw the final death of Atlanta in the fires of nuclear devastation, and the dissolution of the short-lived Republic of Georgia. This is only partially accurate. The Republic did indeed dissolve, but the bomb that burned Atlanta, while devastating, was nowhere close to large enough to level even a heavily centralized city. And Atlanta is anything but centralized.

    Atlanta has spent the better part of thirty-five years rebuilding and reestablishing ties, both economic and political with their neighbors in the Georgia Piedmont, which has broken into a collection of small republics, mostly the remnants of local governments. These ties have not been overt, and often not even official, because while Atlanta is far enough from Victoria to avoid routine raids, they could still be struck if they were to draw Victoria's eye by attempting anything too obviously dangerous to Victorian hegemony.

    It was after the Lake Erie Campaign that Atlanta at last made her move. Delegates from across the northern half of Georgia were called together to form a new Republic, now that Victoria's might had been broken, its navies shattered, and its attention drawn elsewhere.

    These are Journal entries from one Katherine Booth, a native of Columbus, Georgia, and the official aide of Dr. Gideon Walker, Columbus's delegate to the Georgian Constitutional Convention.

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    Sunday, 3 November 2075

    I find myself reminded of how incredibly lucky I feel to be involved in events of such momentous importance. Just one year ago, I never would have predicted that I would be here to potentially see the birth of a new nation, or perhaps the rebirth of one that died long before I was even born.

    I am surprised by the sheer number of delegates who are here. Some are about what I expected. Lagrange, Newnan, Marietta, and the Lanier communities have been pushing for something like this even before Chicago bloodied the Victorians, never mind Atlanta proper. But some were less predictable. There are delegates from all over Georgia. I know for a fact that Savannah and Augusta have delegates, even though they were vocally against any sort of union just last year.

    The truly surprising delegations are the ones not even from Georgia. I've heard rumors that Chattanooga and Jacksonville have even sent people, though I am not sure how much stock can be put into these. I can certainly discount the rumors of there being a Houston delegation. That would just be absurd, and I can't see Atlanta sending invitations to any Texans anyway.

    Dr. Walker and I have been given a room in a skyscraper. The building is just shy of 100 years old, but it's one of the tallest in the city, and certainly taller than anything we have back in Columbus, and the view is truly remarkable. The first of the meetings begins tomorrow, at the congress center. I should probably end this here and try to get some sleep, tomorrow will be a very big day.



    Monday, 4 November 2075

    I don't feel like much of anything actually got done today.

    Things started well enough. Eliza Davies, Atlanta's mayor, introduced herself and began explaining what the general purpose of the convention: to form a new union of Georgia cities and communities, possibly similar in nature to Chicago's new commonwealth. She spoke about how by standing together, we could more easily hold off threats and form a more powerful and cohesive economic bloc.

    Several delegates from western cities, including Mathew Palmer from Carrolton, and Dr. Walker, spoke in favor of Mayor Davies' proposition. The first sign of trouble came however, when Harper McDonald, one of Savannah's delegates, asked to speak.

    She argued that Savannah did not need to be subservient to Atlanta in order to be successful, and that the last time Georgia tried to rise as a nation, Atlanta burned in nuclear fire, and that she didn't wish for Savannah to share that fate this time around.

    The congress got a bit unsettled by this, and the delegates from Rome and Augusta, among a few from smaller areas in the south and east sided with her. The debates continued for much of the rest of the day, before the congress was adjourned for the evening.

    I fear for the future of Georgia. Without Savannah and Brunswick, we will have no ports, which limits trade and possible military or material support from Europe. Lacking Rome cuts us off from any sort of northward expansion, and though Chattanooga's delegates declined to speak, it is clear even to me that they will have no interest in joining this union if they lack a direct overland connection to it.



    Tuesday, 5 November 2075

    The second day of the convention has passed, and there has been no change in the situation. Those areas which are against the present union have not changed their position. I fear that the Savannah delegation is only a matter of days from storming from the convention, not that I understand why they decided to come in the first place, given their obvious opposition.

    I came into this thinking that I would be able to see something incredible firsthand: the greatest politicians and thinkers in the region coming together to form some great new thing, but as it turns out, there has been mostly bickering and disagreements on the most basic points.

    I have noticed Dr. Walker going to speak with many of the other delegates who are in favor of union. I think that they are planning something, though he has not let me in on it.



    Wednesday, 6 November 2075

    The convention itself was the same as it has been, but afterwards, Dr. Walker asked that I come with him somewhere. I agreed, considering that I am supposed to be his aide, and we ended up at what I later realized to be the lodgings of Harper McDonald. He asked to speak with her privately, and so I ended up sitting in the hallway with her aide. She was around my age and introduced herself as Naomi Bell. We attempted to make small talk, but I think that she was wondering as much as I was what was being discussed. That may be projection, but I don't think that I'm that bad of a conversationalist.

    Ms. McDonald and Dr. Walker eventually left the room, both looking rather pleased. Dr. Walker and I bed farewell and returned to our own lodgings.

    I'm not sure what was spoken of between the two of them, but I believe that it went well.



    Thursday, 7 November 2075

    Some sort of backroom deal happened during that discussion. Ms. McDonald, the other Savannah delegates, and the delegates of most Savannah's allies have swapped sides, now being in favor of Union, albeit with some concessions. Mr. Dariel Ryan, Augusta's delegate, seemed to not be in on this switch, and ended up offering some token resistance before acceding that a union would be in Augusta's favor.

    It seems that the first roadblock to a Georgian union of some sort has been passed, as only Rome has not yet come down in favor of a Union.

    Rome staying independent would not be good, but it would no be nearly as catastrophic as failing to bring the coastal cities on board.

    Dr. Walker went to go speak to Ms. McDonald again, leaving me to once again talk to Naomi. I think the conversation went better this time. She told me what Savannah is like, and I told her about Columbus. I have decided that I need to visit Savannah someday if what she described is accurate. It sounds like a beautiful city, which apparently survived the Collapse well, physically at least.



    Friday, 8 November 2075

    Rome acquiesced, but some new opposition has been raised from northern delegations. The settlements in the Appalachians have raised some concerns that they will be ignored by the new government. Placating them was what most of today was spent on.

    There has not been much discussion on what form this union will take, and I feel that this is because the delegates will be given the weekend to rest, though unofficially it is probably for them to be able to finalize their plans.

    There have been disagreements, but all polities involved are now officially in favor of union. Actual nation-building will probably begin next week. I can't wait for the weekend to end.

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    This has been my attempt at some current events in Georgia.
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    It's too soon for this sort of thing, so non-canon, but I will bear it in mind as we progress through the turns.
     
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    Earlier, I was asking for ideas for additional factions in the Mountain States, for the Families to possibly interact with. Someone broached the idea of a cult dedicated to the DOOM franchise, which gave me the idea of an itinerant sect that worships Mick Gordon's music. This is the result.:V
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    So was this the thing that might clash with The Long March?
     
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    Should I be concerned that there's been no word with regards to the canonicity of the 9-String Triumph? Was it too crazy to even be categorized? :evil:
     
    I had a weird idea for a Negaverse:

    How would a Call of Cthulhu game set in this universe be played out? What would remain of Delta Green?
     
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    I had a weird idea for a Negaverse:

    How would a Call of Cthulhu game set in this universe be played out? What would remain of Delta Green?
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    I imagine they would be much the same sort of organization they were before being reactivated as "the Program", only instead of federal agents, you would likely have the operatives disguised as Victorian "aid" workers so as to give them effective carte blanche to go anywhere outside Victoria.

    Or, the leadership could have decided that keeping humanity alive from the things lurking beyond the stars was more important than their source of equipment and support, and they'd be a specialized task force among the ranks of the Inquisitors.

    Could feasibly go either way. Or both, much like with the split of Delta Green and MAJESTIC-12.
     
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    Well, no one's going to stop you for sharing your thoughts to all and sundry.
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    This debate went on so long and so heatedly it disturbed the QM. Next time, just let it go, or take it to PMs, not in the thread. On review, and with consultation of the QM, Ugolino is getting a 3 day threadban. Simon Jester has already been warned.

    Everyone play nice. The QM has me on speed dial.
     
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    This debate went on so long and so heatedly it disturbed the QM. Next time, just let it go, or take it to PMs, not in the thread. On review, and with consultation of the QM, Ugolino is getting a 3 day threadban. Simon Jester has already been warned.

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    So when they call you do they put a signal light in the sky with your avatar on it or do they have a red emergency rotary phone with a giant screen?
     
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    Canon Omake: The Choice Article of Armament
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    • The Choice Article of Armament

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    "Nothing wrong with the 5.56, of course. Perfectly good caliber, adequate for most situations. But I'm not letting Rovers go out there with something that does about as much as mosquito bites to a charging bear again. The trap was pure luck." James Kruger, advocating for the adoption of the AR10 by the Families, May 11th, 2036

    Even before committing themselves to the inevitable clash against Victorian forces, the Families faced danger in the form of the native wildlife in Yellowstone, particularly in large animals like bears. Faced with Rovers who were displeased with wandering through woodlands full of creatures against which their munitions were less than effective, the families instead turned to a rifle in their possession, though in smaller numbers, the .308 Winchester firing AR10, and began developing means to reequip their fighting troops.

    Of much assistance in this endeavor was the simple fact that many of the individual parts in both rifles were interchangeable, and those that were not, such as the receiver and barrels, were made with the same materials. After two years of work, a workshop producing milled equivalents for those parts that could not be switched over was in full operation.

    Over the years since the Collapse, the Families have been able to keep their stock of spare parts at a usable capacity, augmented by recycling of the parts of captured guns from the cadres of would-be warlords and bandit groups drawn to Yellowstone by the Families, whether for their food, their spirits, or simply a fight.

    On the occasions that the Families had no means to procure replacements for components such as the polymer stocks and pistol grips, the Families would instead make replacements from hardwood frames sheathed in the same vegetable-tanned boiled leather that they used primarily for belts, straps, holsters and footwear. These AR10's, sometimes affectionately referred to as 'Choice Articles', were something of a status symbol among the Rover Family, having a visible mark of manufacture by the Families.

    Of course, a gun without ammunition is not very useful, and even with reloading the shell casings the Families stockpiles would have declined with active use, never mind supplying .308 cartridges to a far larger number of guns than they had arrived with.

    While mostly much the same as their original munitions, the Families opted to replace the FMJ lead with steel core bullets, the steel for which they had a more abundant supply of. To mitigate the issue of over-penetration that would result, as well as to satisfy the desire for even more internal damage from a hit, the steel was drilled into at the tip to produce hollow-point rounds.

    Even with the success of the conversion process of the Rover Family's armory, a carbine AR15 is still kept in use by Rovers assigned to mortar crews, who greatly appreciate the lighter weight.
     
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    • Sir_Travelsalot said:
    The Choice Article of Armament

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    "Nothing wrong with the 5.56, of course. Perfectly good caliber, adequate for most situations. But I'm not letting Rovers go out there with something that does about as much as mosquito bites to a charging bear again. The trap was pure luck." James Kruger, advocating for the adoption of the AR10 by the Families, May 11th, 2036

    Even before committing themselves to the inevitable clash against Victorian forces, the Families faced danger in the form of the native wildlife in Yellowstone, particularly in large animals like bears. Faced with Rovers who were displeased with wandering through woodlands full of creatures against which their munitions were less than effective, the families instead turned to a rifle in their possession, though in smaller numbers, the .308 Winchester firing AR10, and began developing means to reequip their fighting troops.

    Of much assistance in this endeavor was the simple fact that many of the individual parts in both rifles were interchangeable, and those that were not, such as the receiver and barrels, were made with the same materials. After two years of work, a workshop producing milled equivalents for those parts that could not be switched over was in full operation.

    Over the years since the Collapse, the Families have been able to keep their stock of spare parts at a usable capacity, augmented by recycling of the parts of captured guns from the cadres of would-be warlords and bandit groups drawn to Yellowstone by the Families, whether for their food, their spirits, or simply a fight.

    On the occasions that the Families had no means to procure replacements for components such as the polymer stocks and pistol grips, the Families would instead make replacements from hardwood frames sheathed in the same vegetable-tanned boiled leather that they used primarily for belts, straps, holsters and footwear. These AR10's, sometimes affectionately referred to as 'Choice Articles', were something of a status symbol among the Rover Family, having a visible mark of manufacture by the Families.

    Of course, a gun without ammunition is not very useful, and even with reloading the shell casings the Families stockpiles would have declined with active use, never mind supplying .308 cartridges to a far larger number of guns than they had arrived with.

    While mostly much the same as their original munitions, the Families opted to replace the FMJ lead with steel core bullets, the mild steel for which they had a more reliable supply of. To mitigate the issue of over-penetration that would result, as well as to satisfy the desire for even more internal damage from a hit, the steel was drilled into at the tip to produce hollow-point rounds.

    Even with the success of the conversion process of the Rover Family's armory, a carbine AR15 is still kept in use by mortar crews, who greatly appreciate the lighter weight.
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    Sir_Travelsalot said:
    As always, feedback is welcome.
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    The main issue I have is with how such a tiny polity of only a few thousand people, living in an incredibly harsh environment, and dependent on agriculture, have anywhere near the resources and industry to have standardised weaponry and equipment. This isn't as egregious as the dragon skin ballistic vests, but there's still the issue of having enough workshops to produce/convert thousands of weapons, ammunition for all of them, and more. They should be able to support some minor cottage industry at the very most. In truth, I struggle to see how they would be anything other than scavengers, and all this stuff seems to be building them up into some kind of Mary Sue faction, who are just that awesome for some arbitrary reason.
     
    Ptolemy said:
    The main issue I have is with how such a tiny polity of only a few thousand people, living in an incredibly harsh environment, and dependent on agriculture, have anywhere near the resources and industry to have standardised weaponry and equipment. This isn't as egregious as the dragon skin ballistic vests, but there's still the issue of having enough workshops to produce/convert thousands of weapons, ammunition for all of them, and more. They should be able to support some minor cottage industry at the very most. In truth, I struggle to see how they would be anything other than scavengers, and all this stuff seems to be building them up into some kind of Mary Sue faction, who are just that awesome for some arbitrary reason.
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    The Rover Family is the one that has fully standardized weapons, and they are the smallest of the Families. Even then, the Families were using as many scavenged parts as they could get their hands on, building these.
    EDIT: It even says so, right there in the post.
     
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