Andreyich

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Our World in Turmoil: Revamped

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Nile

The Nile Territories

The Nile Territories

Head of State: President Faisal Abdullah
Head of Government: C.E.O. Bradley

History of The Nile Territories since 2020

North Africa had always been a hotbed of instability. A playground for great powers and the testbed for ideology it was not a place to stand up to disaster. Yet, disaster was exactly what struck with the onset of climate change, and the corrupt governments rife with institutional problems were far less prepared than the already unready nations elsewhere on the globe. Great refugee waves came from the sunken coasts, clashing with those coming from droughted inlands.

But where some saw suffering, others saw opportunity. Creditors from all across the world offered North African nations a great deal of cash such that they could stabilize, with the belief that they would be able to pay it back several times with their geography. However with unpredicted changes in geopolitics largely owing to climate change, combined with the institutional rot of the nations they were ultimately not able to make due on their promises to financial institutions around the world.

After the failure of Egypt and Sudan to repay loans that were taken in an effort to curb the immediate effects of climate change, coups were orchestrated in the states by shareholders that believed they would get what was owed to them one way or another. These men were ultimately responsible for the great exacerabation of the refugee crisis as at gunpoint they pushed back those they could not feed leaving many thousands dead of starvation and dehydration. However, bringing in assets from abroad they were able to transform the land around the Nile river into a breadbasket. The new government of the land was ultimately a blight upon the values that the self-described free world espoused. However, its ability to provie food for Europe and even have spare for America made them largely immune to any repercussions out of pure realpolitik.

As the new corporate government became more entrenched, more and more manpower was brought in from across the world from engineers and architects to develop ever better irrigation to burly men to work in mines and as PMCs suppressing dissent. The future of the newly proclaimed Nile Territories is said to be bright on the government website. However many people take to this more skeptically, believing that the moment the state is no longer profitable for those that founded it they will simply flee to greener pastures and leave the land in absolute chaos.

Current Issues in the Nile Territories

The Nile Territories have many problems. For one, a very man rebel movements plague the countryside and cities alike. An alliance of convenience has been made by all sorts of malcontents from Arab nationalists to communist revolutionaries to eco-terrorists all of whom despise the current government far more than each other and thus raise their arms against it.

Another great difficulty of the Nile territories is the simple fact that as other countries continue to improve their living standards, food production and other faculties the NTs reduce the value of their stocks and hence the stability of the state apparatus. Just as important as the decreasing monopoly on many goods the NTs have to is the increasing ability of countries to scrutinize the many political problems of the Nile Territories from the illegitimacy of its founding to the problems of its existence as a local power bloc to counter efforts such as Francafrique.

Territories of the Nile Territories

The Nile territories hold most of Egypt and Sudan, as well as having purchased non negligible portions of Ethiopia and South Sudan; other parts of North Africa are held illegally under occupation by PMCs for exploitation.

Precipice Of War: The Reboot of a Reboot

The answer was clear, even if unspoken. The oppressors of Turkey's Turanic brethren had no intent of ceasing their criminality, and worse had come as lapdogs to the foreign conspirators responsible for the insolence.

This would not go unnoticed. Declared terrorists not abiding by the Geneva convention, the republic of Turkey swiftly found itself justifications for planned reprisals against the banditry playing at nation, especially its friends from overseas cabals. The Bosphorus straits were promptly closed to those of the red flag, an effort to cause economic harm and more importantly to reduce the ability to ship support to the Caucasus.

The invasion of the red Caucasus happened before the elapse of the deadline, Turkish troops all too eager to reclaim the birthright of their kinsmen. But the Transcaucasians proved more resilient than the hours of propaganda by film and radio they had consumed lead them to believe. The trucks and other hardy vehicles diverted to the front in an effort to show off the modernization programmes of the republic were ultimately of little effect in the mountains and hills. If anything, vehicles were proverbial barrels of fish that the well-positioned artillery of the defenders was able to both directly destroy columns, but similarly avalanches were able to create effectively impassible terrain, clesring which was a slow process at best to ensure ambushes would not ensue.

But progress was not absent. While ordonary troopers struggled, sleeping bitterly every night dreaming of the retribution they would inflict, Mountaineers, Camel troops and other specialized divisions used the opportunity to go far deeper than their comrades. Infiltrating oft well past the front line of the foe, they would first perform reconaissance operations in preparation for the vengeance they would inflict.

But this was only half of the conflict. As violence escalated abroad, the enemies of the Turkish nation saw opportunity. All the Southern Arabs along with their Kurdish allies grounded in enemy of my enemy began their attack. It was a slow affair, one done with much caution to gauge the preparation of the Turks for the event. Finding it ample, a very slow shadow war begun with no grand declarations or flags planted. In the same night as a Turkish garrison slept and entered the arms of Allah with slit throats, a Kurdish village would go up in flames from incendiary shotte. Despite the underhanded nature of the nascent conflict, it would be a mistake to call it minor if counting the sheer human impact.

For the moment, the losses upon both sides were such that rather than demanding a cessation of bloodshed, mothers and fathers demanded revenge.

N.E.O. - New Earth Oracle

Senator Thorpe closed the door to his study, locking it lest his children once more tried to get inside for a looksie about what daddy was up to. He had no idea politics would look anything like this. He should have stayed at the university, waited out his tenure and just retired in whatever remained in the blighted remains of the United States. It was as he poured himself an aged wine he noticed that the light was on, without him having turned it on when entering.

Thoughts raced through his brain, paranoia over this being some retribution for the (at the time seemingly innocent) comments he made during all those fucking meetings. He flopped onto the desk, reaching in the drawer with the gun in it before flopping yet further onto the ground, looking around for whatever intruder might have been there. After he started coughing from all the floor dust he brought up spinning on the ground, he at last got up having not spotted any sign of intrusion. He got up, opening the door and peering out to find his wife asking him what had caused the ruckus. After muttering some explanation about tripping on a sticking floorboard he once more shut the door, wiping his brow with the conclusion he simply must have left it on the night before.

That was until his hand lowered, and he found a beaming woman in his chair. He tried to scream, but as she cocked her head to one side he found himself unable. It was only after the third attempt that he gave up, prompting a nod from her. “Who the fuck are you.” He finally said.

“A friend.”

The man groaned, putting his hands to his head.

“Cut to the fucking chase, please my fucking God I don’t have the patience for this.”

She sighed. “They told me you people love this shit. Alright. I represent a special interest group that can see the troubles your country is going through. We have solutions.”

Senator Thorpe’s mind races. Special interest group? Could be just about anyone. “Who?”

“You’re on the West Coast, who the fuck do you think?”

“I’m not a traitor.”

“We’re not asking you to be. Quite the opposite. Keep doing a great job! It’ll make us look all the more credible when you become a governor.”

“You got to be fucking kidding me. Think I’m going to risk anything on the off chance commie fucks take over this place?”

She laughed. “I thought you wanted to cut to the chase? I can kill you where you stand, your family, your children, and destroy everything you’ll be longing for in whatever hell you’re sent to.”

Once more the Senator found himself unable to perform the movements he wanted. The hand bearing his pistol simply could not rise, and if anything dropped to the ground.

“Pick that up, bring it to me.” she demanded, and once the order was completed continued with “thank you.” Holding the gun she inspected it to ensure it was loaded, before putting it on one of the handles of the chair. “Not sure yet if I’ll kill you if you decline, still have the night. I don’t actually like it you know, I’m not an evil bitch. Still have time to be ordered to spare you and all. But the chaos your death would make is probably a lot more useful to the Union. So, before you try to make some grandstand sacrificing yourself and your family to avoid the horrible fate of a cushy desk job, think about all the things you’re standing for now. You’re all about the big old nuclear WASP family, but when’s the last time you’ve seen a little cluster of bright eyed kids playing happily? Save your own with that negro mistress, I’m sorry, maid you have? When’s the last time you had a vacation that was shining with equatorial sun instead of Langium?” She held out a small receipt to sign. “You’ve got like, ten seconds before I shoot you. I’ve got some fucking teenagers to give guns to.”

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Proctor Yesenin strode down the corridor, fuming. He wanted to say “what is the meaning of this”, or “who do you think you are?” to all these bureaucrats stomping about his university. But he didn’t want to be laughed at in his own office.

Nevertheless, he made sure to ask very pointed questions until he was at last lead to the lab where all the attention was pointed.

Arriving there, he raised an eyebrow, spotting the acne covered intern… Vadim? Vladimir? Something with a V. Valeriy! He was surrounded by important looking men in suits, men who weren’t wearing any safety equipment and did not belong here and who’s importance wasn’t enough to justify their intrusion.

“Professor!” The student exclaimed, motioning for him to come over before running close himself. “What have you done?” Yesenin demanded, assuming some sort of crime had transpired to warrant the presence of people from without the university.

“Well, I just took the new Langium samples and well….”

It was pure accident. The boy had somehow through luck in playing with a great many artifacts created the first ever observed tachyon. The explosive results described to him certainly explained all the new lab equipment that replaced the rusting pieces from the 70s.

Slowly, the conversations that circled around him turned into a feint ringing. Government men were now ordering him around, he who so desperately avoided the subject of scientific communism from corrupting his pure place of science. A fat general strode in, discussing moonbases and deep sea submarines to tap into the rare artifact deposits that would hold the means for more of such particles to be investigated.

Yesenin felt sick. This was a place of science, one unfettered by the organized chaos that was the Soviet Union’s bureaucracy and governance. A single youth had changed it to now be a place to further the geopolitical goals of the nation’s elites. For long the Soviets had eyed all other scientific efforts with suspicion, ensuring that the ancient research apparatus of the Union published papers with more [REDACTED] than UFO documents from the 40s. Now he felt it was going to get worse. The Professor had considered using the communist arguments of internationalism and solidarity to protest this, but he knew that at best he would received auditoriums of laughter. Defection briefly entered his brain, but he knew he couldn’t get his whole family abroad. All that was left was to try to turn young minds like the young Valera on a better path.

Our World in Turmoil: Revamped

Thinking about an Egyptian corporate state taken over for the fertile nile megafarms

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“That’s all, thank you!” the photographer said. Everyone clapped, Mr. Nelson the loudest of all of the men present. With a hand motion, a pair of dragoon officers came over and both bowing before the respective representatives of China and Korea, opening the boxes they held with the gold (well, gold tinted) revolvers. “Now then, gentlemen, let’s drink!” the Secretary of State said, going down the stairwell of the manor selected for the event. The waiters were of course white Mexicans - a strange sort of fashion symbol for wealthy Whigs - but they were all instructed in functional Korean and Chinese in addition to their English literacy.

Now, Nelson had already heard of the yellow peril some men spoke of, and behind closed doors he himself was one of the people disseminating said racial topic. However, the gentlemen he was speaking with were most enchanting. Though he didn’t know a lick of Korean or Chinese their oriental ways were swaying him around. They were so… polite. Oftentimes the almost ritualistic nature of even the basic matters of everyday life that explorers to the orient had described had its own appeal. It had almost the behavioural aesthetic of Greek stoicism, and yet was so different from it in practice. The trouble of course was the it made figuring out whether or not the men had a good time ever so difficult; he would only know if he had done his job many days later, maybe even months. He wondered if in some months, or even years the ambassadors would become more American and be easier to judge. He wondered if the same was happening to all the John Smiths over in the lands of mystery.

A man tapped him on the shoulder, and he half-turned from a conversation with a Korean man in a dashing silken suit. “Sir, your attention. Europe’s calling.”

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The President sat with his boots on the table of the oval office, advisors of all sorts around him.

“Mr. President, if I may-”

“Cool it Danny. You’re new to this, you’re not thinking right.” he said, speaking to a middle-aged man. “Tell them this, after you’ve had your Viennese beers. You will support a unified rail gauge for Europe, Africa. However you will insist that the rest of the conference acknowledge the supremacy of the American gauge in Asia, and the Americas. Are we in agreement gentlemen?”

There was a murmuring of half hearted agreement to the compromise from the extremes proposed by the impromptu council assembled. “Good. Now then, lunch.”

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Mr. Jenifer, surrounded by a slew of translators, clerks and other staff puffed on his cigar, of course not being the only one of the delegation to do so. Politely refusing requests to stop smoking inside, a small cloud reminiscent of a steam engine emanated from the American party as it awaited the commencing of the conference. Their message was a simple one, though despite being a middle ground that the President was so insistent upon he had his doubts that the organizers of the event would agree. The Austrians weren’t full of the same conservatism their Northern cousins held, but they had the almost peacockish arrogance that had lead to the dissolution of the “Holy Roman Empire” as it had styled itself. He rummaged in his pocket, removing the pocket watch therein with a frown. He still had the Samoa and Hawaii briefings in the evening. It would certainly be a long day, and thus he hoped that at least there would be an invitation for drinks following the business being done.

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A little less happily, Ambassador Jenifer sat in the much smaller conference room of the American embassy surrounded by a few staff. As a Whig, he truth be told could not endorse what he was hearing. The man presenting it, was as far as he knew also a Whig, but the fact remained that they were all hearing words they’d more expect from a Southern Democrat twirling his mustache with his legs on the back of a negro. But, the worst was hearing they didn’t really have any say in this. Neither in Samoa nor Hawaii was the domination of local industries and businesses in any way ordained by the federal government. Yet, it was being roped into supporting the very same men that the Whig government had been sworn in to curtail.

Something was wrong here. The fact American cannons and flags were flying side by side the hastily designed ones of Pacific island tribes was almost a foreshadowing of American getting dragged into wars over these God-forsaken mosquito breeding grounds that would end with thousands of good American boys dead. For land that wasn’t even a State of the Union. Well, it wasn’t up to him he supposed. He had all the faith he could in the president to ensure that the United States would act in its own interests, rather than in the interests of little cabals in the United States. Somehow, he feared that this wouldn’t be enough.

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Captain Donovan looked down at his revolver, a droplet of sweat falling from his nose on the smoking barrel. He looked back up at the Mexican with his mangled face falling into the tropical dirt. He had shot and killed men before, but he had never seen such a mess made of someone’s head, the battle around him for the briefest of moments escaping what little attention he had outside of his stupor. But he charge of another Mexican with his bayonet quickly brought him back into the world of now. Parrying the spear with his saber he raised the pistol and once more fired. A third, a fourth, a fifth. Six times he took a life in less than a minute. No pistol of the past could reliable achieve such a performance unless it was a lucky pepperbox, and then it was hardly usable for the rest of the battle. Parrying again and riposting with a stab, the Captain fell against a tree. He got to the arduous process of reloading that was nevertheless in the past accomplished by simply drawing another pistol. Looking about in anxious sweeps of his vision, he noticed his fellows had likewise already inflicted a bloody toll on the Mexican ambush. They knew their land, oh they sure did appearing in every damn corner. But the home field advantage had not saved the Mexicans before, and it wouldn’t now. Santa Anna ran with his tail between his legs long before Colt’s finest work was in the hands of good American warriors. Now it was another matter entirely, a fact he would be happy to demonstrate to the damn beaners as he got up with his newly loaded rifle. Again a half dozen men fell to pistol fire, the latter three of them receiving the shots into their backs as they ran. He smiled. Mr. Monroe’s Doctrine would stand tall today.

Captain Donovan was one of the men that joined the army because he believed in all that America stood for, and today they proved that the Stars and Stripes would not only have the slow march of progress, it would herald the bold charge of advancement.

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The United States of America

Government

Name: United States of America
Flag/Badge: I'm too lazy to edit on the appropriate number of stars so suck it bitches
Head of State: President Clay
Head of Government: President Clay
Ideology: The United States is best characterized by nationalist liberalism, wherein typically reactionary values are syncretized with liberal ones like value of the individual and his freedom and the right of all men to vote.

Military
Loosely based on alternatewars.com/BBOW/Stats/US_Mil_M…
Army Numbers: 70,000 men under arms (30,000 additional in irregulars)
Navy Numbers: 20,000 men under arms (including and mostly made up of USMC)
Army Equipment: The United states though bearing a comparatively small army when accounting for population density certainly makes up for this by the ingenuity of its development. Noticing the fact they had hardly any superiority on the mothballed arms of the Mexicans and arguable inferiority to the British-Canadians the United States has begun to use its technological progresto not only modernize their army but to be the one to be pushing the standard of modernity in warfare. The Artillery of the United States is particularly advanced with production in local armouries. The Hall Rifle system has come to be the standard issue rather than simply for elites, to be replaced by the Sharps following further tests and development. As well, the United States is far ahead of other states in weaponry of the future such as the Colt Revolver; based upon this it is creating revolving rifles. Though first models are wrought with issues of reliability newer ones are appearing ever more fit for standard issue to cavalry and marines.
Naval Ship Types: Following the loss of much of its old fleet to Britain and the failure to seize British ships in Canada, the United States fleet is rather small, though many propagandists have used this to describe a "fresh start" wherein all ships will be steamers of the future. Indeed though it has a numeric and doctrinal disadvantage on navies of other powers there is a distinct qualitative advantage of the vessels.

History, Expansion, and Economics

History: The Point of Divergence is 1841 with the second presidency of Martin van Buren
With the election of Martin van Buren, the United States was free of the bleeding heart nonsense of the Whigs, the Democrat stranglehold tightened for the foreseeable future. However the vote was not won by appealing to moderates, rather by playing further to his base. A promise to undo the failings of his presidency, namely the eventual induction of Texas into the Union.

However, as he became President his first act was to focus upon undoing his Northern failures. Mackenzie's Republicans, Papineau's Patriotes, Natives, Fenians and even Mormons seeking to carve themselves a small enclave, all forces for a Canada free of the British (or for the Americans) were rallied, and once more marched North. The conflict was a short but vicious one, where the American navy in effect sacrificed itself in all but entirety to ensure the British would struggle to reinforce the continent. Though ultimately American victory was hard fought and it brought more problems than it solved. The Republic of Canada was made into an unincorporated territory of the United States, and the strains of defending this ensured that van Buren was unable to maintain his promise to annex Texas into the United States of America.

Just as easily as the Democrats had created their hold on the US government, so too they quickly lost it. The Whigs under Clay won the presidency in 1844, and began the process of elimination of slavery through Federal payments for the liberation of slaves to their owners akin to what the British had done. Though still formally legal, the Whigs set into motion bills in an effort to make the practice unprofitable to further encourage slave owners to attempt to get rid of them fast. Unfortunately for the moral goals of the Whigs, many simply sold them off elsewhere for great profit.

By 1846 the refusal of Clay to take Texas into the Union made Senators and Congressmen push to introduce the means to make a vote of no confidence. In a last ditch effort to avoid the matter, a referendum was made across the United States to decide whether or not Texas would be admitted into the Union. An overwhelming success, the matter unsurprisingly prompted Mexico to declare was as promised.

It was a difficult conflict with strong initial gains from the Mexicans as American soldiers had to face difficulties in arranging sustainable deployment that wouldn't put the North at risk. Nevertheless, the United States military was able to narrwoly overcome the Mexican army through its superior armament and command; in and of itself these would not have been able to overcome Mexico, but several lucky strikes of canisters were able to eliminate Mexican generals that collapsed their war effort. Though much of the United States were sated by the taking of Texas and California, the difficulty of the conflict made the public feel that a larger prize was needed giving great strength to the All-Mexico movement. Another referendum was held, and at a far tighter margin than the previous one all of Mexico was declared another unincorporated territory of the United States. However, American troops only maintain order as far South as Durango and Ciudad Victoria; beyond is a great guerilla movement that the Federal army has not yet found the confidence to move against.

Territory: The US has gained control of the vast majority of Canada as an unincorporated territory and Northern Mexico (formally claiming Southern Mexico as well). However its hold on all of its territories is far more strenous than in the past, especially with the risings of the natives, the ever increasing count of Mormons, and the veteran Fenian soldiers without a cause.
Economic Description: The United States is truly capable of autarky with advanced industry compounded by a vast sectors of agriculture, mining and other natural resource extraction. Nevertheless, with the multitude of ports it holds it performs trade for may things, notably luxuries like fur for more southern ones of tropical climes. Further, the impending end of slavery has had many Southerners decide to sell their slaves abroad for a high price rather than the much smaller one that the Federal Government is offering.
Historical Claims: The United States is first and foremost interested in the consolidation of its existing territories. However, once that is finished there are many calls for the ejection of European colonial powers from the New World.

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Tbh what I would have a harder time believing is the US seizing so much of Mexico, when they explicitly chose not to go further south in OTL because of the prevailing racist attitudes of the time. They didn't want more non-whites in the US lmao.

That the US in this has taken control of so much indicates some dark shit is probably going down.

What a cursed fucking timeline we have wrought.

@Lady Lascivious

Its far less outlandish a possibility than certain events in other sheets here. As well I already addressed those points in my sheet.

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<Snipped quote by Andreyich>

It normally would, but one must remember that Canada is inhabited by loyal white subjects of the Crown who already made it clear in 1812 they didn't want to be American and that the British probably saw the Canadians as closer to kin than Indians. Then again, I could be projecting present attitudes to the past.

@Letter Bee

1812 was very different to the 1840s though, where we saw native Canadian rebels against Britain in people like Papineau and Mackenzie. Ultimately it was a status symbol of the Empire as opposed to the cash cow of India. Likewise, in their status as an unincorporated territory the Republic of Canada has more than nominal autonomy and freedom from core America especially in contrast to the relationship with Britain they had.

Thus this compromise where Britain still gets to keep Atlantic Canada and the vast profits from the fishing, trade, etc. As well as a foothold in North America to try reconquer the lands if it so desires while letting me have my pretty greater 'Merica.

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@Andreyich, I love your sheet, and I am inclined to accept it, but one should note that this time, the issue is not plausibility, but rather 'fairness' towards the future British player. Basically, a potential player has quit before because he thought Britain was 'nerfed' by Egypt being so 'strong' (quotation marks intended), and a stronger US with Canada might cause more potential players who want to play Britain to turn away.

@Lady Lascivious, Approved.

@Yam I Am, Accepted; hopefully, a potential British player won't be too turned off by losing the Anglo-Sikh War.

@Letter Bee

Okay, what if continental Canada was taken but all the islands (PEI, Labrador, Nova Scotia, Atlantic Nunavut, etc.) remained British? after all I think the loss of Canada hurts a lot less than the loss of India......