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The False God: Socialist Republic of Weltkria

’Tis the final conflict, Let each stand in his place, The International Union, Shall be the human race.

— The Internationale

It was the worker. It was the worker who threw off his chains. It was the worker who captained the Weltkrian State into the annals of history. It was the worker who lit the flame of the revolution - of liberty, of equality, of the dream.
Weltkria was a dream. Forged by the rough hands of the oppressed worker, a finely-crafted statement to the Bourgeoisie - those who sat on thrones of ego and wealth, profiting off of slavery and monopoly. Whips and gunfire greeted any who dared resist the will of the capitalist.
It took a single scream. A single yell, a single statement of defiance to start the fire. Weltkria burnt as the worker climbed up the ramparts and brutally overthrew their oppressors, hanging capitalist and noble alike on the parapets of their once great castles. Red banners filled the street as the worker declared a new state - the Socialist State of Weltkria, forged by the worker, for the worker.
It took 70 years of tireless work. 70 years of suffering and death. As the WPS Indomitable rose into the sky, the workers of Weltkria swore one thing - The Revolution would spread, no matter the cost.
Yet, dissent rises. Under the rosy banquet lies a decaying dictatorship. A dictatorship which bucks the worker with constant propaganda - constant disappearances. The Peoples Police maintain a constant watch on the streets, looking for dangerous thoughts and people.
The Weltkrian Government has guaranteed one thing; The population will stay ignorant, no matter the cost.

THE FLAGSHIP - Revolution Class
THE MILITARY - THE National Army
THE Socialist Republic of Weltkria

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