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World in Revolution: 1920

We just had someone quit, but I'm not sure if Rare has a waiting list or not when it comes to adding new people to the game.

World in Revolution: 1920

Alright, that'll be the last post from me before the update. I just find this whole time period in American history fascinating, lots of stuff I could cover. And I didn't even get into the anarchists and communists.

World in Revolution: 1920

Prohibition

“This law will be obeyed, we shall see to it that liquor is not manufactured, nor sold, nor given away, nor hauled in anything on the surface of the earth or under the earth or in the air.”
-- John F. Kramer, Prohibition Commissioner of the United States

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“As far as I am concerned, New Jersey will stay as wet as the Atlantic Ocean.”
-- New Jersey Governor Edward I. Edwards

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In preparation for the Prohibition, the Yale Club has stocked up on every form of liquor, beer, and spirits we could acquire in the previous year. Due to the loopholes in the laws this stockpile is ours to keep and slowly sell off as we see fit. The best we can tell our inventory is at such a surplus that we have enough alcohol to last fourteen years.
-- Yale Club Circular to Club Members

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Prohibition enters its eleventh month and results have been mixed so far. While hardened government agents strike out across the country to enforce the Volstead Act and plug up the liquor wells, nooks and crannies spring up with free-flowing booze in the form of speakeasies, blind pigs, and rum runners. As alcohol becomes criminal, it falls to the criminals of this country to keep the stream of spirits flowing. This criminalization has led to violence and mayhem to control the rackets. For proof we need to look no further than Chicago.

James “Big Jim” Colosimo, Chicago mob boss was murdered this past May. Rumor in the windy streets of Chicago is that Big Jim had begun to consolidate the bootlegging rackets in Chi-Town shortly before he was gunned down in a Southside cafe. As to who killed him, we need to simply ask that time-honored question of cui bono. Who benefits from Big Jim’s murder? Look no further than Johnny Torrio, the rumored new head of the Outfit. Torrio and his right hand man, Al Capone, are now sending a steady stream of Canadian booze into the US, so steady that the waters Lake Michigan are now believed to be 80% proof.
--Minnesota Daily Star Crimewatch Report

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“In order to enforce Prohibition, it will require a police force of 250,000 men and a force of 250,000 men to police the police.”
-- New York Congressman Fiorello La Guardia

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“Why should I keep being a police officer when I am asked to enforce an immoral law? There is nothing wrong with alcohol, it is natural for a man or woman to need a stiff drink from time to time. We supply a need. How are we any different from Macy’s or Sears and Roebuck? On top of that, I make more in a week than I could in twenty years as a cop. Me and my people do not employ violence, and I do not let them carry guns… carrying guns is what I pay the Seattle police for.”

-- Former Police Lieutenant Turned Bootlegger Roy Olmstead

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Southern Ural Mountains
0455 Local Time

"Something's not right," Teddy Roosevelt said under his breath.

His three-piece suit was gone, swapped out for the khaki Rough Rider's uniform with a the silver eagle of a full Colonel on the collar. He wore his slouch hat with the bill folded on the right. Slung over his shoulder was the massive elephant gun that could take out nearly any creature on the planet, clipped to his belt was a truncheon -- the proverbial big stick.

Roosevelt stood in the middle of the small camp set up on the mountain plateau. A soft flurry of snow fell from the sky and coated the ground in the powder. Andrew Jackson, a Colt 1911 in hand and his saber strapped to his belt, checked the shacks in the facility with his squad of six tactical officers, former US special forces and police officers handpicked to be part of the elite work the Executive Branch did. Halfway across the camp, Nixon shuffled through the snow with his hands making arcane gestures.

"Have you found anything, Mr. Nixon?" Teddy called to him.

"No," Nixon said too quickly. Roosevelt couldn't see it, but Nixon was sweating profusely even in the cold. His enchantments were picking up magic unlike anything he had seen before. It was old and it was powerful, very powerful. There was a hum, ever so soft, and he appeared to be the only one who could hear it. It called to him, it whispered things to him and beckoned him closer. Nixon looked towards the rest of the group before he slowly shuffled further into the camp towards the source of the hum.

“What is your science telling us, Dr. Feynman?”

Richard Feynman and two scientists in radiation suits combed the area with Geiger counters.

“There’s radiation here, albeit very background. UV lights show some kind of… liquid all through the area.”

Teddy walked over to the scientist and read their displays. He furrowed his brow as he saw the invisible contrails under the UV light.

“What the devil is that, Doctor?”

“I don’t know.”

Teddy beckoned Jackson and ordered him and his team to slowly follow the trails towards their source. Roosevelt and the tactical squad spread out through the camp, Teddy griping his elephant gun tightly.

“Sir,” one of the officers yelled to Jackson. “Contact left!”

The tactical officers, Jackson, and Teddy all turned towards the officer. Shuffling in front of him was a man in tattered clothing. Black, inky liquid dripped from the man’s mouth as he approached the young officer.

“Get the fuck back!” the young man yelled.

In response, the raggedy man belched loudly. A large dollop of the black liquid spewed from his mouth and coated the officer. He screamed and fell backwards, yelling in pain as the liquid coated his chest and face.

“Open fire!” Teddy yelled.

His elephant gun roared, mingling with the automatic weapons fire of the rest of the unit as they tore into the strange assailant.

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Nixon heard the sounds of gunfire, but distantly. That hum was now filling his ears. Like a siren song, it guided him through the dig site towards a pit. Nixon could see strange energy pulsating from the hole. His breathed quickened as he approached the source of the power. He looked down into the abyss and felt like he was staring into his soul. A voice whispered in his ear, a dead language that hadn’t been spoken for thousands of years.

“My name? I am Richard Milhous Nixon, 37th President of the United States and Archmage of the Trilateral Guild…. Why am I here? I’m here because I know power when I see it. My whole life I’ve craved power, more and more and more. Maybe… maybe we can work out a deal.”

World in Revolution: 1920

"Da United Hoodz is tha ghettoz dopest hope yo, but if you fetta her up in tha interests n' quarrelz of other nations, if you tangle her up in tha intriguez of Europe, yo big-ass booty is ghon destroy her bangin good, n' endanger her straight-up existence."

Word.

World in Revolution: 1920

Politics

Republican National Convention Starts Today
Gen. Wood, Sen. Johnson Among Front-runners for Nomination

Republican delegates from all over the country have flocked to Chicago to pick their next presidential hopeful. These men will fill the Coliseum starting this morning, sweltering in the hot Illinois summer as they decide the fate of this nation. Among those believed to be the odds on favorite to capture the nomination are Major General Leonard Wood of New Hampshire, California Senator Hiram Johnson, and Illinois' own governor Frank Orren Lowden. Also among the decision made will be the parties' platform in the general election. The platform topics are speculated to include a more hands-off approach to industry, a restricted role in global foreign affairs, and a heavy tariff on foreign imports to encourage the domestic economy.

-- Chicago Tribune Article
June 8th, 1920

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Senator,

I know that your ambitions include nothing short of the White House, but we must tread carefully going into the convention. You are among the longest of long shots on the ballot. I believe nobody feels strongly about any of the front-runners to seriously commit to them, which is why we must court the head of the state delegations beforehand, let them know that you are interested but only as a compromise candidate to be used if no clear winner emerges. There is no way possible General Wood or Senator Johnson can win on the first or second ballot. If we sow those seeds with the party bosses, the voting will eventually be thrown into the backrooms where they rule. I don't expect you to be nominated on the first, second, or third ballots, but I think we can afford to take chances that about eleven minutes after two, Friday morning of the convention, when a dozen weary men are sitting around a table, someone will say: 'Who will we nominate?' At that decisive time, the friends of Harding will suggest him and we can well afford to abide by the result. From there you can come out of those smoke-filled room as the next President of the United States.

--Harry M. Daugherty
Confidential telegram to Senator Warren G. Harding
June 1st, 1920

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Harding Named Republican Nominee
Ohio Senator Bests Wood & Lowden After Tenth Ballot
Chicago Tribune Headline
June 8th, 1920

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"America's present need is not heroics, but healing; not nostrums, but normalcy; not revolution, but restoration; not agitation, but adjustment; not surgery, but serenity; not the dramatic, but the dispassionate; not experiment, but equipoise; not submergence in internationality, but sustainment in triumphant nationality."

-- Excerpt From Senator Warren G. Harding's Acceptance Speech
June 9th, 1920

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No Clear Leader in Democratic Pack
Senators and Governors Among Those Heading into San Francisco

--New York Times Headline
June 26th 1920

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It is President Wilson's hope to force a deadlock on the convention floor. Even though he has already served eight years and is in poor health, he desperately craves a third term as President. I fear that the hard fight over the League of Nations has broke something in President Wilson's mind, he is often erratic, stays in hiding, and refuses to listen to reason. Some would say he was not fit to stay in office after his bout of sickness, much less another four years. Regardless, those are his wishes and I pass them along.

-- Sen. Carter Glass
Confidential Letter to Democratic Party Boss
June 24th, 1920

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Democratic Nomination Deadlocked Through Thirty Ballots
Treasury Sec. McAdoo, Ohio Governor Cox Tied
San Francisco Chronicle Headline
July 4th, 1920

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"But how are we to make the change? Which way shall we go? We stand at the forks of the road and must choose which way to follow. One leads to a higher citizenship, a freer expression of the individual and a fuller life for all. The other leads to reaction, the rule of the few over the many, and the restriction of the average man's chances to grow upward. Cunning devices, backed by unlimited prodigal expenditures, will be used to confuse and to lure. But I have an abiding faith that the pitfalls will be avoided and the right road chosen."

-- Excerpt from Governor James M. Cox's Acceptance Speech
July 5th, 1920

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Franklin Roosevelt Picked as Cox Running Mate
Undersecretary of the Navy Joins ticket, Cox/Roosevelt Set to Square off with Harding/Coolidge In Nov.

Washington Post Headline
July 6th, 1920

World in Revolution: 1920

You can put it in your 1920 orders.

World in Revolution: 1920

So Boerd said
Rejecting Versailles. Should be good!

Keeping my fingers crossed, bro! Also that means I need create a separate peace treaty with Germany after rejecting Versailles.

World in Revolution: 1920

1920 At a Glance

Prohibition Takes Effect Tomorrow
After 12:01 AM Saturday, Not One Barrel of Intoxicating Liquor, Case of Wine, or Keg of Beer Can be Made.

Boston Herald Headline—January 15th, 1920

Mrs. Wilson,

What is most important now is that the President rest and stay away from the public eye as much as possible. This includes even members of Congress and the Senate, we cannot and must not let anyone in Washington know the true extent of his malady. It falls to you to do the business of the executive, to keep up appearances and to make sure nobody questions where the President is, or how bad off he actually is. I will return to Washington within the next few weeks and shall be able to help you safeguard the truth.

Yours,

Dr. Cary T. Grayson

-- Personal Letter

With President Wilson Secluded, Senate Debates Versailles Treaty for Final Time

Washington Post Headline – March 2nd, 1920

“The United States is the world's best hope, but if you fetter her in the interests and quarrels of other nations, if you tangle her in the intrigues of Europe, you will destroy her powerful good, and endanger her very existence. Leave her to march freely through the centuries to come, as in the years that have gone. Strong, generous, and confident, she has nobly served mankind. Beware how you trifle with your marvelous inheritance; this great land of ordered liberty. For if we stumble and fall, freedom and civilization everywhere will go down in ruin.”

Senator Henry Cabot Lodge on the Senate Floor – March 15th, 1920

Senate Defeats Treaty, League of Nations Membership Vote 49 to 35; Orders it Returned to the President

--New York Times Headline
March 19th, 1920

"The Secretary of the Senate is hereby instructed to return to the President the Treaty of Peace with Germany signed at Versailles on the twenty-eighth day of June, 1919, and respectfully inform the President that the Senate has failed to ratify said treaty, being unable to obtain the constitutional majority required therefor."

--Official Senate Resolution

World in Revolution: 1920

First post will be up this evening.