Sadko

Model Russian Federation Roleplay

Lmao is this unironically how you think Russia runs

@Andreyich

no

Model Russian Federation Roleplay

If you're finding this all daunting, get ready for more. We're holding the St. Petersburg International Economic Forum in 4 days, lasting till the 16th. It'll involve all kinds of corporate shenanigans where agreements, memorandums, sudden backstabs and promises would be made. If you're unsure about making a permanent character, you could consider joining us where you roleplay as a foreign delegation for a state or international company.

It's also a 100 days before elections in a whole lot of regions. You could sign up as a gubernatorial/parliamentary candidate, administrating places like Siberia and dealing with your own region-specific events whilst interacting with the dudes from the Kremlin.

Model Russian Federation Roleplay

The first few month of Vladimir Putin's fourth presidential term have been rather tense. A diplomatic standoff with UK and US over Syria and Skripal and sanctions against Russian aluminum giant Rusal; a wave of protests across the Moscow Oblast (particularly in Volokolamsk) against toxic landfills near their cities; a terrible tragedy in Kemerovo with dozens of children burning alive and unofficial reports of hundreds dead, blamed on corruption of safety inpectors in the regional government; and an attempted (and largely unsuccessful) blocking of the Telegram messenger app.

There are more protests coming for the inauguration ceremony, and it remains to be seen how long can Russia withstand economic pressure from the West, how far the Kremlin's officials are willing to go to keep their power and what moves will happen in the diplomatic tango between Russia and China.

The government needs to approve of the annual federal budget, as well as allocate more than 100 billion rubles' donations among Russia's federal subjects. Sooner or later, the federal centre will need to revise and reform, the question is how and what.
OOC:

Hey fellas. So basically there is this kind of game based on Reddit/Discord that's basically an attempted simulation of the government of a state or other entity, with players drafting laws and playing roles in the legislative, executive and judicial branches. There's a bunch of functional sims so far, like the Model of the US government, UN, Netherlands, Germany, Sweden, and others. People tried to launch a model of Russia a couple of times but each time it died, always with a bunch of Monarchist and Communist parties suddenly springing up and doing weird shenanigans.

The Model I'm making is unique, because we're not placing a lot of importance into parliamentary processes, especially since they are rather weak and ceremonial IRL. Instead we're trying to simulate the informal, loose alliances between oligarchic clans, security hawks and bureaucrats to divide and control state assets, create laws for lobbyists and antagonize the yanks, and we're doing it through tabletop mechanics. If we can keep the sim alive for two more months, our trial time will be up and we'd be recognized by other Model countries. Cross-sim diplomacy and intrigue would be amazing then.

How it works is you create a character using these rules I've made. You pick a role for yourself, or you ask me about creating one, especially if you're planning on being a regional leader.

Then you try your best to act as your IRL counterpart. So, say if you pick the Energy Minister, you'd be interacting with the CEO of Rosneft and Gazprom and negotiating with OPEC and other important energy players. If you pick the Presidential Envoy to North Caucasus, you'd be trying to exert the federal power on the ruthless regional clans. The sky is the limit, really, and I'm flexible with a lot of stuff.

We're playing primarily on Reddit and Discord. Discord is for the behind-the-scenes actions and communicating, whilst Reddit is for archiving of laws, turns, events, security/state council transcripts and etc. Each turn is 10 days. Here is the mechanics so you can give it a thorough read.

Would love to have you all. I may also be looking for someone competent to help co-GM/administrate things as I can't keep track of all the stuff players do when there's 15+ of them. Feel free to ask me anything if you're confused or intrigued.

Join our discord.

Post a random fact about yourself.

i had my first psychedelic experience when i was 14

DEMOCRACY: Politics in Samgola [Political Party | Single Nation RP]

Idris Maganbe (middle) meeting with party functionaries in an unofficial meeting, December 1994.

New Democratic Alliance

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The sun was slowly setting over the suburbs, neat rows of identical houses scattered over the hills. A few of the shu-shu's were crudely painted over to stand out from the rest; red, yellow, black. From a distance, the landscape looked like someone was punched in the mouth and spat teeth all over. Idris turned away from the window, putting out his tobacco roll.

He felt as if his entire life was spent in shallow waters. Trudging on, ankles submerged, then the knees, till he was belt-deep. A week after his forty-first birthday, he found himself gazing down an abyss. A metaphorical waterfall. There was an option of turning back and struggling toward the shore. He could just leave. No one was keeping him. But there was something in the way the water at the bottom shimmered and twisted against the cool, smooth stones. It felt like a surge of energy. It felt real. The pure, calm water at the top only flowed one way, he realized. But down there it was free for all. There was no guarantee he wouldn't plummet and die.

But he was sure to make a ripple.

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Idris Maganbe had an interesting biography. Having finished the Kamidye state university in 1975 with a degree in civil law, he briefly worked in the magistrate courts at a provincial level, but he could barely feed his wife and elderly mother. He was hired as a tutor for a private school in Soussiam, and made some valuable friendships, both with his fellow teachers and the pupil's parents; some of whom were government officials, businessmen and regional elites. When Rubusana tried a round of economic reforms, Maganbe was one of the few who didn't miss the opportunity. Coordinating with local, Nigerian, and American investors, Idris founded a successful logistics company in Makumbe, dealing in industrial machinery and electronics.

When the People's Front surged in popularity and began to clash with the government forces all across the country, he lost everything. He lived in neighboring Nigeria for years, where he would learn English and try his hand at writing satirical, yet scathing articles about both sides in the civil war, at one point becoming an editor for Free Nation, a journal whose audience mainly consisted of Samgolan refugees and emigres.

It was inevitable that, with his prominence in liberal circles, he would go on to make a career in the National Assembly, having ran for the seat of Modiali electoral district as a member of DAR.

Now that the Liberty Coalition has been broken up, with an unbelievable amount of MNAs tried for corruption charges, it felt like the two parties were teeming with kickbacks and schemes to profit from the numerous infrastructure projects.

Perhaps it was the case for some. But Idris felt that many were in it because it worked. Houses were built, roads were built. Railroads, public transportation. People could finally get to work, unemployment and homelessness dropped significantly. Idris Maganbe wasn't the only man who was itching to start things over. Maintaining a month-long correspondence, as well as holding several meetings for the remnants of the coalition, he was the most energetic of them all, and it seemed like he was better known than the rest. Leadership of the New Democratic Alliance fell into his hands.

Maganbe pulled out of the driveway, silently passing the shu-shu's and police stops.

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"The new budget is a disgrace." He spoke, staring off into the midst of the crowd, lips pursed in a stern frown. "The Hervit government is trying to pass a bill that takes a step away from democratic values and steers us towards a police state." Idris gave an iconic grimace, nursing his chin and speaking again. "The S.D party is trying to pass a bill that cuts funding for disabled people's welfare. Their education programs are curtailed, and all the victims of the civil war are punished for the crime of being vulnerable. Our country and our culture should be valued by how we treat those in need. The New Democratic Alliance is a party that shall strive to represent the honest Samgolan citizen, the citizen that helps build a just and compassionate society. Thank you all for coming, my friends."

Actions

Speech: Proposed budget of 1994-1995, against decreased spending for the disabled. [Kamidye]
Travel by Car: Modiali
Speech: Proposed budget of 1994-1995, against decreased spending for the disabled. [Modiali]
Poll: Kamidye, Djidan, Makumbe
Request Donors
Remaining funds: 11k

DEMOCRACY: Politics in Samgola [Political Party | Single Nation RP]

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discordapp.com/channels/4113479294677…

Here is the Discord.

The New Democratic Alliance is accepted. You will start with 0 seats until the 1996 September National Assembly elections. Your party will not fully materialize until you post IC at least once! Let me know if you have any questions.

@Theodorable

Great, thanks for having me. The link doesn't work, tho

DEMOCRACY: Politics in Samgola [Political Party | Single Nation RP]

Hey. I sent two apps, disregard the first one. Since, I presume, the Liberty Coalition collapsed partly because of OOC reasons, I've been thinking it could be a sound idea to create a party that's gathered from the remnants of the former coalition; essentially people who almost weren't involved in the corruption scandals, now coming together to try and regain their standing as well as become a strong opposition to the new government. Send me an invite to your discord, yo. The old one's expired.

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

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Name: Gary Magnusson
Age: Forty-nine years of age.
Gender: Male.
Origin: Dundee, Indiana.

Appearance: Standing at 5'8", the fellow may not seem intimidating at first glance. Quite thin and long-limbed, with a somewhat cat-like stature, wide shoulders. He lacks several fingers on his left hand, instead replaced by a scratched, metallic augmentation containing built-in pens and razor-sharp wires. His face is angular, a work of a cubist; with jutting cheekbones, full, dry lips, a smile so big it makes lines look like a cat's whiskers. His eyes are tired, vocal cords so damaged by chemical fumes that he had to implant a cheap voice-module that crackles and drones. He's usually wearing an aged, grey military jacket tailored in Kashmir for the UN military police; a gift from an old friend.

Nickname/Handle: Croaker.

Psychological Analysis: Magnusson tends to associate himself with an ancient school of thought - stoicism. He's a slacker, a complete fatalist, jaded to the bone, so much that it may seem absurd. Cash is a resource that makes the world go 'round, but the only thing driving him is the need for a change of scene. The thrill of finding yourself in an alien environment, unknown and unwanted, only to make use of each little sprinkle of salt and half-chewed fishbones to create creme brulee and make everyone choke to death on it - that is the sole thing he respects and desires. At least, that's one of the tales he's been pushing to disinterested strangers ever since his retirement; slumped over the bar counter, sucking on cigarettes, suffering. He's an enterprising freelancer at best, and a deadbeat trickster vagrant at worst. Magnusson doesn't believe in honor among thieves, nor does he wait for the foe to throw the first punch, resorting to dirty fighting and getting the jump on the bastards.

Personal Record: Born to a family of Ingrian addicts pushing howler dust out of a nuclear-fueled trailer park, he was taken away by child protection services and put into foster care alongside his younger siblings Mango and Butts.

He was transferred to a cadet facility after setting his pillow on fire, and then placed under a specialized training program put in place by the Department of Homeland Security with the help of a few private investors.

Lacking in skill with arithmetics and other sciences, the only place he showed promise in was dirty business in the slums. Just barely passing the academy, in an ironic twist of fate, he was assigned to the narcotics unit in the local police precinct. Day one, on the streets, he began to get on his superiors' nerves.

Work as a patrolling officer is bad as it is, but when you're sent to progressively worser places, you tend to develop a certain method to dealing with scumbags and screwheads who want to gut and leave you bleeding like a dog in an alley.

After seven years of gruelling, but efficient work, Gary transferred to Alaska, the habitation of which made much more bearable by global warming, now assigned a case involving weapons smuggling across from Kamchatka. The routine of life in the north slowly began to catch up to him. He married his girlfriend from Dundee, and became too bogged down in the paperwork to properly track the culprits transporting guns stolen from Russia's Kalashnikov Concern. When he found his wife sucking off Ted from finances, things took a dive. He willingly went deep undercover, posing as a potential buyer in Vladivostok. Having made friends with some of the associates of the smuggling ring, he was figured out in the process of making the fateful transaction.

Beaten and tortured for hours, his crew finally managed to pinpoint his location and storm the compound. Unfortunately, he lost a good chunk of his left hand in the process, and chemical burns damaged his lungs and vocal cords. To avoid death, his team found a local drop-out from the medical institute, who filled Magnusson to the brim with vodka, and improvized on the spot. Gary's management later paid for a better augment in his hands, but he refused to change the half-assed voice-module, having grown to like the eery sound and its' effect on people; an eccentricity of his.

He could not, however, return to office work after this, even though promotion and a more than average pension was on the table.

He went on to serve as a UN peacekeeper in the Pakistani-Indian border for a while, before quitting once more and leaving to find new prospects elsewhere. He seems to have gotten used to the lifestyle of a wanderer getting by with the use of his skills and mindset.

Equipment: Three metallic fingers on his left hand with a built-in pen that can shift into a detractable and detachable blade, as well as a roll of wire that could be used as a garrote. Hard leather plating over vital organs hidden under his jacket. A dagger placed in his boot with a special spring mechanism that serves to make a kick much more bloody and scary than one would expect. And of course, a trusty eight-chamber revolver.

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

Great. I'll be waiting for the IC opener post.

Down and Out - Cyberpunk RP

@Sadko THIS IS SOME SERIOUS CYBERPUNK STUFF WITH THE FINGER-PEN.

@MegaOscarPwn

Hey. He needs something to sign his paychecks with, and a regular pen ain't gonna cut it. :P