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The Society of Fauthur Chapter 10 1.1 - Education Fauthur boasts an extensive education sector, with public and private schools clustered about everywhere you can think of. Comprehensive schools exist in a large number of cities, which combine every grade up until graduation with the highest possible educational degree that is not a university or college. The curriculum of all schools up to but not including colleges or universities are mandated by the government and can be influenced state by state. Universities and Colleges may have their own curriculums for classes, provided they are state and government approved. Yearly, xx% of the nation’s government budget flows into education, with the government striving to keep the population literate. The Educational sector of Fauthur is the most well-structured and invested social sector in Fauthur. The Educational System in Fauthur is structured into 4 Divisions of education. The first Division is pre-school, this is where children from the age of 3 go to, to get prepared for elementary school, which starts at the 6th year of life. Here, children mostly have free time, do activities that develop speaking, writing and basic math skills up to the number 10. It is common for pre-schools to have a break at 3pm in the afternoon to have a snack pause, including fresh fruits and vegetables and in the summers, ice cream. The Fauthurian government mandates a free lunch and at least 4 trips to educational facilities, such as museums or just the local forest, in close proximity to the pre-schools, in a year. The second division is elementary school, where children from the ages 6 to 12 go through a grade each year. Elementary in Fauthur lasts to the 6th grade, with children starting to learn the process of fractions. All elementary schools are mandated to have the following classes: Fauthurian Kalmash Maths General sciences Physical Education Religion or Philosophy Arts The most prominent class being “learning life”, where children are taught cooking, cleaning, general knowledge for dangerous places, behavior in society and social etiquette. Secondary schools touch on that subject again with more pressing matters. Most elementary schools have deviations, adding classes that aren’t mandated, like programming or basic level carpentry from grade 5 onwards. The third division is secondary school, which goes from grade 6 to 12, in which students can earn their first graduation diplomas. A drop out after completing the 10th grade is possible, with the lowest of all graduation diplomas, qualifying for entry level jobs and implementing a limit on how high you can get in a career. The mandated classes still apply, although in 8th grade, students can choose whether they want to learn (a prominent language tbd) or hone their existent language skills in a “mastery class” of Kalmash or Fauthurian. The “learning life” class now includes how to file taxes, do paperwork, proficiently fix car problems, as well as general knowledge for everyday problems and money management. From grade 10 to 12, students get to choose 2 “mastery class” classes from any class currently available in school. The “mastery class” from grade 8 needs to be exchanged, though it is possible to continue to take that “mastery class” as a 3rd “mastery class” Completing grade 11, students get the medium graduation diploma, qualifying students for colleges and letting students advance in their career with the addition of taking educational courses to advance. Completing grade 12, students gain the highest normal educational graduation diploma, letting them go to college, university and letting them advance in their careers indefinitely, as long as a higher education is not needed. Getting this graduation diploma is not an easy feat, as 6% of all students fail this graduation level and therefore is connected with a good starting prestige in society. Fauthur also has public and private universities and colleges, specializing in a plethora of topics and job directions, like applied sciences, education, health, research, which includes things like molecular biology, biology itself, bacterial research and everything connected with that. The most prestigious universities in Fauthur include: 1. The University of West Fauthur - which includes most of the specializations you can find in Fauthur. It is a highly sought after university, with elite criteria for admission. Thus, it is always difficult to find a free spot here 2. The Gelcc university of applied sciences - Situated in Gelcc, this university has the most comprehensible and extensive applied science study sector in Fauthur, and claims to be the most student friendly in all of Nur, as the student accommodations include a free 2 room apartment, free cafeteria lunch and dinner, and half the cost of a normal university. This is an exceptional university, fully financed by the government, and basically a small city itself with all services paid for, like going to the barber or going grocery shopping. 3. The Hefenium University of technology, research and computer sciences - bustling with activity, the government is trying to keep the programming standards at an all time high, while supplying only the most up to date computer systems Fauthur has to offer. It is also the location of Fauthurs main technological research division All in all, Fauthur and its citizen are really rich with educational possibilities and reachable schools, as experts say that the mean time needed to travel to a school is counted at 12 and a half minute. 1.2 - Health Fauthur maintains a universal healthcare system, which is largely financed by the national health insurance and is proud to be covering 100% of its population with the system. The national health insurance is free for children, students, pensioners, people with below average income, handicapped people, government employees. Fauthur spends xx% of its GDP on healthcare. The average lifespan is 75.3 years, with the leading mortality rate being respiratory infections, which 48% of the populace contract multiple times throughout their lives. The cause of this can be dated back to the rampant and unregulated industrial pollution, as well as lax climate regulations. Following respiratory infections, cancer is the second highest cause of mortality at 27%, followed by heart disease with ~10%. There are many disparities between northern and southern Fauthur, due to the vast industrialized regions in southern Fauthur. New since 5 years ago, the Fauthurian government has put a 50% sales tax on tobacco, to discourage people, especially the younger generation from smoking, as to regulate the high respiratory infection rate. It has been proven, that cigarettes facilitate the chance of getting a respiratory infection and reduce the strength of the immune system. The current government promotes the practice of keeping high tobacco tax and reducing tobacco sales, but is abstaining from banning tobacco, as it remains a large money making product, with 64% of the population actively smoking. Fauthur has around 2000 actively operated hospitals, with more being planned. There still is a widespread gap in some places, where reaching a hospital by car would take more than 45 minutes.

The Media of Fauthur Chapter 9 The invention of media, such as the first printed books and newspapers dates back to the year 850, when the printing press’ invention reached Fauthur. Starting off from that, and the rapid spread of delivery per carriage and even coast to coast mail, the news of the news spread and a year later, the whole nation was able to digest newspapers and wonkily mass printed books 2 days after they first came into the world. It was also 851 where Fauthur’s oldest newspaper company came into life, named “The New West”, stretching on till modern day. After that, media in Fauthur remained at that status for centuries, with the rumors of stuff happening slowly waining due to the prominence of newspapers. News outlets, media companies fluctuating, as many couldn’t hold out during the economic crises and the great mass hysteria period of 1154, as only the local state news outlets got the backing from the state to continue running, even in the most extreme of times. Thus, shortly before the turn of the 13th century, “The New West” was promoted by the then still monarchic government, to the first national Fauthurian news outlet, due to its perseverance, even when government backing was short and the devotion of the journalists to work full days for free and a bread as a wage. 1330, the first FM, non military broadcast swept from the south of Fauthur to the capital, West Fauthur and gave way to the distribution of FM radios to the public 2 years later, after refining the signal for clarity. 1335, the first transmissions from other continents (tbd, nation in search, dm me on discord for collaboration) reach the Fauthurian public, to be worked into the world broadcasting network. Radios quickly became a part of life, present everywhere. In parks, homes, at work, at the dentist, in aeroplanes and even soon in driving rustbuckets they call cars. It was revolutionary for news and entertainment, as the first music producers and publishing companies rose from the ground to retake old songs and put them into the radio for the pleasure of the people. Until the advancement of the television in Fauthur, there were 120 radio stations available for the public, blasting music, news and a plethora of other categories, such as story reading and monotone sounds 24/7. That number just increased as the television became ever more present in 1360, adding cable television and even color in 1367. Fauthur originally started out with “The Big Five”, these are the still present first five news broadcasting channels, along with the fifth being later converted to a normal channel, broadcasting TV-Series, trash TV and the normal morning, midday and evening news rounds. Building a good Television broadcasting Network in Fauthur, cost the government a fortune all for modernisation and the entertainment of the people, also seeing that Fauthur was and still is quite lacking behind on the Esferosian stage. Early 1400, the first satellite was launched into space for satellite television in Fauthur, more to follow up Over the years, with the incoporation of online TV channels, streaming services and generally the internet, which is now regarded as the main entertainment supplier, with some Fauthurian companies specializing solely in streaming services, totally lacking the functionality, and effectively replacing traditional TV channels. At present, there are 524 Fauthurian TV Channels for all needs, public private and streaming channels, as well as 157 Radio broadcasting stations and 400-700 news outlets, broadcasting and media companies and newspapers, be it locally, stately, nationally or internationally. The New West. Fauthur’s Main News Outlet and State operated Media!

The Sports of Fauthur Chapter 8 Sports in Fauthur are widely regarded as a fun pastime, with vast differences between regions. Sports, that Fauthur regards as national sports, are racing sports. These include Rallye, Rallye-cross, Formula Fauthur and rarely but on the rise: “everyday races”. These are racing including the everyday common car, modified for racing on streets and sometimes on the countryside. It is popular, because the “everyday races” racing series uses cars mostly used by the everyday Fauthurian, and even some retro cars. Fauthur has multiple Formula Fauthur teams, one of which, “Epsilon Fira Racing”, had made it to the Esferos F1 cup years ago and is still celebrated by the feat of reaching such a high ranking racing league. Additionally, Fauthur hosts drag races instead of horse races, but with modified, street legal cars. The only difference with that lies in the east, where sports like football, badminton and ice-hockey are part of everyday life and lived by many. At last, Fauthur has a very own sport originating from West Fauthur. It comes from a small village on the southern west coast, hosting a quadathon annualy, which was eventually picked up by native tourists and continued over generations. A Quadathon is like a triathlon, just different. It consists of 4 stages, which were originally: swimming, cycling, chopping a tree and lastly a 200 meter sprint. Winner is, who at the end has the least amount of time in total for finishing every stage. In modern day though, the swimming has been replaced by jet skis and the cycling stage has been replaced by Horsepower limited microcars. 1425 hosts the 265th Quadathon. WIP?

The Culture of Fauthur Chapter 7

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Story 4 5th October 1424, It was a quiet night. Stars shone bright at the road in front of the column of cars driving through the quite battered foundations and sharp and jagged glass of one of the decommissioned military checkpoints that were instituted before liberation day. One might think it was just some ordinary commuters, making their way to and fro from work, to work or whatever was on their minds. After all, joyrides aren’t forbidden where they are, atleast in the Apoldäer district. On closer look, one could see they were driving close behind each other, license plates missing, rear lights broken, dimmed headlights. The only thing more peculiar than the rest of oddities intermingling with the whole picture, are the dimmed windows on each car. Almost black like the 4 floor of the next bunker over with no electricity. You could see nothing, especially not in the night, through the windows of these cars. A loud bang breaks through the ever grinding tyre noises echoing through the checkpoint. The line of cars abprubtly halts, the cars almost slamming into each other. All engines and lights diminish at once. Quietness. You could hear a pin drop on the sand from 10 meters distance. One minute passes. Then two. Three…. Four… On the fifth minute, exactly on the second, like timed, a black silhouette, resembling a tall, slim figure, dressed in all black with a fedora, emerges out of the repurposed Kalmachian Hendoff 3 car model, imported a limited amount. Once a beautiful carefully engineered car, now resembling a densely armored SUV with black metallic boxes on the sides of each door. Swiftly moving around the front of the car to the right side, he ducks down in a gentle way, inspecting something. Not the tyre, nor the chassis, something else. Something, that’s requiring the mans attention to the fullest. The once clear sky was now showing thinly cut waves of light grey clouds marching on the sky, west to east, the moon still shining through the blanket. A dim light flickered to life through the destroyed windows of one of the buildings, dying off 5 seconds later in a panic. Perhaps the wire was too old, rusted or something else. The man at the car, presumably done with his inspection, now jumped up in a hurry, bolting towards the house where the light came from. Whsipering could be heard getting louder, then auieter for a couple,e of minutes, rigorous suspense filling the air around the cars, no, the whole checkpoint. Suddenly, all quiet again, wind intensifying just right, that a flag would be waving for 3 seconds an intervall. A minute passes with suspense, darkening the checkpoint. One after the other, as if nothing happened, the cars roared to life, scattering through the whole checkpoint, driving off road, behind buildings, slowing down at each and every window and door, no matter how destroyed and ruined the place was. Engine sounds heard from everywhere, every point at once and gone again in a blink of an eye. The cars nowhere to be found, just tyre tracks remaining where the cars once were, bound to be covered by the incoming wind in a couple of hours. The only thing that can be found, is a lifeless but still warm corpse. No injuries or even a struggle detectable. A light grey shirt, with black pants and also black shoes, barely fitting, were laid folded next to it. On top of the clothes stack, a license. The license is slightly worn out, used to put into keycard holders, door openers, a long time ago. It reads, what is legible “Adr(non legible) G(non legible) Administrative division 3, ministry of in(non legible)nal affairs Rank 7 Security (non legible)” Now waiting for someone to discover it. Be it in an hour, in a day or a week.. Or simply, never. Story 5 Krüptiyd - A Fauthurian piece of folklore Exercise caution when going to sleep. Keep all your doors locked, all your windows as well, The Krüptiyd might have its place, Already found, Well beneath your bed, In your walls, In your basement, Or anything in between. Black as night, Jagged sharp teeth, Tall as a tree and, Spikes on it’s back, Protruding its skin, Tearing your flesh. Stalking from the trees, The bushes alike, Staring emotionless, Well on sight, Stays in the shadows, Following your guise, So it will know, Who needs to go. In the dead of night, At 2:34 at morn’, It will come, Don’t knock, Don’t make a sound, For it will get you, When you’re not around, In your sleep, Tightly in your bed. Wrap yer’ arms around, Muffle your screams, Helpess screamin’, Angers it. Close your windows, Close your blinds, Lock your doors, And look behind, ‘Fore you go to sleep, Just be sound, No one’s around, So the Krüptyid does nought enter your keep.

March 5th, 1425-West West Fauthur Halls It has now been 6 days since the Fauthurian edict to boost the economy was given. Sanctions from Zoran, Nouveauterra and Nalibia have already taken effect and are showing signs of weakening the Fauthurian economy slightly, as the sudden sanctions imposed, even by a few nations for now, are reaching far into already established processes of the country. Therefore, in a reactionary event, the government of Fauthur, mainly the congress, has urged Hafth to take a statement for the broader Esferos, and to take steps of preserving the economy. One bill is passed after the next almost in unison, as social reforms and environmental protection suffer in the light of stabilising the economy from coming sanctions. Preventive actions being taken. Now, on the midday of the 5th of the 3rd month of 1425, Hafth has once again spoken before the masses, before the greater eyes of Esferos, before leaders on their televisions and intelligence agencies, before Zoran spy satellites and all dissidents that care to watch and listen. “This hereby serves as an official statement from Kerglom Hafth, Head of Government, United Republics of Fauthur, democracy, national unity and unwavering loyalty.” Said his secretary and personal adivsor, Jenus Klett, as he stepped away from the microphone into the shadows of the much imposing flag banners hanging from the ceiling of the hall, making way for Hafth himself. “Hello citizens of Fauthur. With grave concern and misunderstanding, I hereby speak to you to present facts, rather than assumptions. Our situation on the economic front is turning bad due to unprecedented sanctions and embargoes from the countries of Zoran, Nouveauterra and Nalibia and more to follow. I tell you people, the democratic party stands for democracy, for a unified and honest Fauthur,” a brief pause before he continues to speak. “For a better world, future and diplomacy. These countries imposing sanctions on us, barring us from their economies, seizing our assets, is just aggression. Aggression without a base. They say we dump stuff into the ocean, only because the edict allows it. I assure you, we, as the people and government of Fauthur, have nought to do with such faceless and corporate controlled entities. We have done nothing wrong, we have abstained from doing anything to the oceans, to our precious waters, to the nature itself. The edict only says so for completeness, everything is stored in secure facilities on Fauthurian ground. And we for sure know, it’s the Aftokratorians, the Nalibians, the Nouveauterrans and the Zoranian people that accuse us of such vile acts, just to cripple our unity, our democracy and our economy. It is laughable that they have reports of Aftokratorian flagged vessels originating from our ports. We would never allow such vessels to enter our ports. We as the people, and I urge all of you, citizens of foreign lands, Fauthurian people, governments and other entities to see through their lies. To see, what they do to our country, to stand defiant against their warmongering practices and condemn and denounce their actions. For we have done nothing wrong. We have not officially, nor unofficially done anything to the pristine Esferosian water reserves, for we drink, for we fish, for we accumulate our precious resources from them. Thus, we won’t let them ruin our country. I say, let those sanctions come, let them defile our ways and truths, for we know, we are not doing anything wrong, we stand in defiance. Remember, for democracy, unity, and future!” As Hafth steps away, the crowd, captivated by his speech, is roaring, cheering and clapping. At the same time in the minister conference room, a resolution is drafted, a very own resolution, condemning the actions of embargoing nations on a faceless basis, lying to the public, in the name of democracy, closed to the public eyes and any technology, as it is written with pen and paper, sealed in a letter with a wax stamp and stowed away for future use.

Edict 1 27th February 1425 6:04 pm “Are you completely sure this will be a good idea sir? I mean, the environmental consequences would be astronomical. There- There’s just no way we can-“ “Yeeees I am sure. I’ve gone it through thousands of times with the Minister of National Security. There is no threats to be posed by the edict, only economical success and the betterment of our country.” “Sir, I must really insist. Either you go through it with the Ministry of EP and Greenery or there will be unforseen consequences. This is way too much. You can’t just throw everything into our rivers!” “Now now, calm down. I know what I am doing, besides what cinsequences can emerge from something like that? Our rivers are pristine I tell you…” A small suspense hang in the air around the office of Kerglom Hafth, Fauthurian Head of Government. The Walls beige, adorned with medals and placards of Mottos and Quotes of the Democratic Party. “Okay, you know what. I’ll go through with that damn ministry. Although, I don’t expect much.” Hail the lords, if there are any, thought Jenus Klett, personal advisor of Hafth. Visible relief showing in his face. Afterall, he has to be present day in and out during Hafth’s idiotic decisions and also helped avoid the one or other catastrophy. “Wait, I have a better idea, i’ll go consult with them later. What if we just dump all that stuff in the oceans? After all, it won’t do us much of a favor if it remains here in the country.” “I have to agree, anything better than here. Although please, i beg you, don’t involve any country or regions other than ourself if you have to do your statement. We can’t afford more international attention after that debacle with Aftokratoria lately.” “Don’t worry, it will all be handled excellently” A smug smile cut through his face. The meeting ended, both Hafth and Klett made their way towards the evening break, given to all government personnel from 6:30pm to 7pm. It was rather cold outside, maybe from the evening sun setting in, clouds standing before the uv rays of it. Shortly before the end of the break, an intermittent humming, shortly followed by a loud screech lit up the building. It was the PA system, always making you want to rip your ears off whenever it sounded. “All personnel with security clearance 8 and higher to room 282-b this instant” Security clearances are simple, the higher of a job you possess in the government, the higher your security clearance is. Security clearance 8 here refers to all present ministers and above. A quiet commotion, mumbling, whispering and even muffled laughter can be heard in the room once the whole workforce has materialized more or less quicky. “Ok gentlemen, as you may have heard, a big thing is in the works, the biggest one yet and I want to make clear with you all on this fine evening.” Present were the ministress of National Security, the minister of Infrastructure, the minister of EP and Greenery, the minister of Economy, Hafth, his advisor, and lastly , the minister of national and international shipping. An amalgamation of people that were to be notified about the edict, prior to it being announced. Conveniently, they all were assigned overtime a day prior, so any unnecessary people weren’t present. “It has come to my attention, that the economy is in dire need of an upgrade, an advancement of sorts. The ongoing reformation in the garbage sector, or whatever it’s called is stifling the opportunities to expand. We don’t know where to with the stuff we don’t need, and we can’t sell it either.” Bored faces were showing of the poeple there, already being home if it weren’t for the forced overtime. Glances being exchanged in between them. “So” Hafth continued, “it is necessary to take that stuff, and put it somewhere else, do you agree gentlemen?” Most ministers nod. “How are you going to get rid of it then, we can’t just dump it into our neighboring states just like that”, the minister of EP and Greenery came to word, almost bombing Hafth’s words out of the room. Quite ecstatic. “We talked about this, Hefning” Hafth said, in a tone of slight hate. He couldn’t stand that ministry and everything in and surrounding it. It is a thorn in his eyes, but sadly necessary for the democracy Fauthur wants to be, and he can’t change it as much as he wanted to. Yes, he’s democratic, wants the “best for the people” and all that stuff. Though, you could almost see nothing about the environmenvon the parties website or pledges. Most of all, Hafth hated Hefning, purely due to the name. He vaguely remembered someone with that name denouncing every act of his in the government, though, now six feet under due to old age. “We’re going to dump it where the sun don’t shine, kilometers under the sea. Swimming with the fishes if you will.” The commotion in the room gets louder, one gasp was audible for a second. “This is appalling, quite frankly. Ever thought about the animals living in the oceans? Ever thought about the environmental implications of this Endeavour, ever thought-“ Hefning was cut off, Hafth didn’t want to hear that piercing voice. Though, happy the Minister of Infrastructure cut him off. “This is for the best of our nation, the beet for the economy and a great relief for the “garbage sector” and the building capacity for the economy.” The minister of Economy nodded along, a slight smile. He wasn’t a man to talk much and noted everything down. One could muster he writes down almost too much for anyone to legibly read on one page, still he was concentrated and could read his notes. The minister of Infrastructure was quite the role model for the Ministry if Economy he thought. Maybe the should switch roles.. nonetheless, he’s taken a liking to Klaus Iop, minister of Infrastructure. “Right, exactly that” Hafth supports Iop. “Might I add, where do you want to take the capacity to sink all that stuff in the sea, it needs to be transported. I doubt we have enough ships ready for that- that hellish plan.” Hefning was mad as a bull, though he tries his best not to show it. It is unavoidable when talking that he gets very euphoric if a subject touches him. “Also, you know you can’t just pollute the oceans. The edict must be made public afterall. Are you not worried about the heavy international backlash this will cause?” The minister of national and international shipping, Hesur Fest, cuts in before Hafth can answer, much less to the delight of Hefning. “It has all been dealt with. We still got some obsolete freighters and ships from bygone times. Just a little cleaning, some adjustments and done are the garbage freighters. You know what, I love the sound of that.” Fest loses himself in daydreaming about ships. Ships and shipping and all that is naval always amazed him as a kid, he wanted to make that dream real, thus he’s now sitting here as one of the most important people of the country, with a pay that could drown someone in minutes if materialised. “A whole flotilla of garbage ships… great.. you kno-“ “And as for your other statement, Hefning. I have already been thinking about that, and we’ll just fly some aftokratorian flags, or flags from other places we don’t like, modify transponders or just completely cut out their comms equipment, no one will suspect it was us and all we can say is that these weren’t our ships. I know, the edict will be made public. But if we don’t officially do it, we never did it at all. We can just say that we dumped it in a landfill on a remote place for recycling and other purposes. Genius.” Hafth began to smile, as he was confident it would work, no matter Hefning being present. Hafth knew he could do nothing about it. As the clock struck 1 am, all ministers were dismissed, having had a glass of wine each… or multiple, one could not know. But one thing is sure, it wasn’t in the presence of Minister of Environmental Protection and Greenery, Hefning. As soon as the ministers were done talking, Hesur Fest, minister of national and international shipping sent forth the signal to repurpose a whole flotilla of garbage ships. It was 15 ships numbered. All rigged up with signal jammers and transponders thrown away. Most of them flying under Aftokratorian flags, some none and one ship flying under a still secretive flag, which will probably reveal itself later. One after the other, being packed with radioactive waste, bio wastes, scrap and other metals, heavy metals, chemicals and whatnot to make space for economic progress, they set sail in groups of 3 to the middle of the Viatic sea and in front of the Aftokratorian water boundary. “It is quite nice that no one governs international waters, it’s all free game” Hafth leans back in his chair, relaxing in the quietness of his office. No sound to be heard. Tranquility.

Fauthur - 1st March 1425 News report Hafth to pollute the world seas? In a turn of recent events, Kerglom Hafth, Head of Government has enacted an emergency edict to boost the economy. The edict allows for unregulated industrial waste dumping into landfills and rivers, aswell as oceans not inside our naval borders, this allows for a safe disposal of industrial waste originating from the only nuclear power plant in Fauthur, which had to previously store all their waste on site in a contained zone, eroding the ground and water in the immediate vicinity. The edict also allows for any industrial waste, that means textiles, colors, acids and non usable materials to be safely and eagerly disposed of, offshore. The primary locations for safe waste disposal is in the vicinity of Aftokratorian land, aswell as the middle of the Viatic Ocean. Hafth himself said in a statement: […] Nonetheless, the disposal of such waste won’t make any difference in the already polluted oceans in Esferos. Courtesy of the power hungry industries of Doll Guldur and Aura, aswell as wanted pollution from Aftokratoria. […] We will not have to worry about waste for a long time, the edict remains active until stated otherwise. […] This will bring much needed revitalisation and freedom for expansion in Fauthur, as the reformation of garbage disposal service on a communal and stately level still remains in the works. It also allows us to empty our existing landfills, without having to burn that stuff. But for now, we will not just simply dump it in the ocean, it will be brought to a single landfill for alternative use. We will not be dumping anything into the oceans.[…] Glory to Fauthur! A good democracy needs a good industrial base. Wether this will have unforseen consequences we will see, as the first small groups of environmental protestors collect themselves in several cities. This is the first emergency edict Hafth has issued since the election. Fauthurian law states, that the Head of Government holds the power of up to 3 emergency edicts to be used during the period they are elected. Emergency edicts only underlay direct command from the Head of Government, and the congress doesn’t get to have a say about it. Mainly, emergency edicts are reserved for utmost emergency situations, during times of crisis and national emergency. It is bery unusual to be used in this situation, especially now that the Ministry of National Security regards Fauthur as stable as ever. Also interesting is the addition of two whole continents in his statement. Wether that was meant serious, or just as an underlining fake fact remains to be seen. The ministress of National Security, f, denounces the involvement of any continents or other countries and regions except aftokratoria in Hafth’s statement. As of now, a plethora of convoys consisting of large freighters make their ways towards the equatorial line of the Viatic ocean and the north of Aukera as part of the edict. The Ministry of Industry, Infrastructure and Public Transport responded with the publications of large industrial zones in the west of Fauthur, adding to the existing industries of car manufacturing, furniture textiles and packaged and conserved foods, also planned is the expansion of the Klemming-Werks, which are located in Crast. This is a large industrial zone responsible for manufacturing spare parts, tools, mechanical machinery and every imaginable small part and device. In other news, the great Gelcc Alligator has been caught. During the recent….

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As an avid enjoyer of pineapple on pizza, I must say it's a nice treat. Although it's a travesty to true italianism pizza or whatever, I say free pizza from the shackles of its former self. Put everything you can on a pizza! Go wild and have at it! uhhh bon revolution or something smart in italian..yes yes.. Therefore, I agree with @Nox

ATTENTION This, in no way should be discriminatory against any people of Esferos. This serves as a depository for happenings in the Country of Fauthur and every action taken by certain people should be seen as an individual taking the action, not representative of the country itself. The stories are already incorporated into the roleplay and are not used for new publishings. Imagine that they happen during important posts. The first few stories involve Fauthurian and Aftokratorian people not (really) living in harmony and are overall sad. Viewer discretion is advised, as the texts (mainly the first one) deal with a small bit of violence and or other things that may seem triggering for readers, not majorly, but a few things sprinkled in. This also serves as a disclaimer for future stories to be published I hereby will take appropriate action as soon as I can when messaged about errors or content if anyone expresses a problem with the stories. I am currently in a creative writing phase and wish to bring my thoughts on stories on (web) paper and see where they go, after all I feel them to be a great addition to imagine some life in Fauthur. Dates and disclaimers are subject to change to fit them in with other happenings. With that said, let’s begin, have fun reading. Be sure to give me a review of my stuff if you want to! Involves: violence, condescending language and slight swearing Story 1 6th of june 1424. As she arrived at the Eckford-College for Applied Sciences, the banners were already on every wall. “Vote now for you local representative” “Vote for Fauthur” She wanted to pull down the banners right then and there but it was easy to contain oneself. Especially with armed guards at the majority of entrances into rooms. The sight of the navy blue combined with black-ish armor.. just something impressive about it. She quickly lost herself in her thoughts again. After all her head was all over the place today. She couldn’t concentrate. Well, maybe the reason was the mix of painkillers and lack of sleep the last few days. Her entire body still hurts from yesterday. Standing there, immersed in her world of thoughts. A pretty happy place amidst a dull, concrete built hall with shabby squared windows all around. A mix of concrete-steel floor plates lining the halls. She was suddenly interrupted by a voice that immediately sends shivers down her spine. > “Hey!”, echoed from one of the heavily armored men standing around. >“Get a move on.” He formed a fist with his right hand and swung it in the air to mock the 22 year old. <“Sorry..”, she said, surprised and with a shaky voice, quickly coming back to her senses. >“Damn Aftokratorians. Always loitering.” He said to himself, his head shaking left to right and back left. She continued walking, searching the one specific room mentioned on her note. It read Just the room number and a time. 12:45. As she went through the rather large cafeteria in her college, she couldn’t help but feel saddened. “It gets worse by the day. More.. aggressive. Why? What have we done?”, she thought. “We’re just citizens from another country. We’re just trying to live here. Work here. Study and just live life.” The cafeteria was full of people at this time. Still 15 minutes for the lunch break. It was like the mood was washed away, leaving a sour, but quiet aftertaste in the air. Everyone was eating their lunch, not talking to anyone. It was like looking at mindless slaves. Stoic faces. She advanced through the cafeteria, leaving it and entering the corridor that would lead to the room address. It was classroom C308. Closed off 3 months ago due to “difficulties concerning the maintenance and repair of the lights and windows.” “Yeah, right.” She thought. Lots of gossip goes around the college. Lots and lots about this room. Before it was closed off, some reported they heard screams, others saw they saw blood. The college director would’ve loved if that room would’ve never existed in the first place. She was now standing in front of the door. She pulled out her Kalmachian manufactured F22 and looked at the time. It was 12.47. A bit too late. An unspoken cardinal sin in Fauthur spanning generations back to the origins of the Gregorians in Northwest Fauthur. All of a sudden, the door swung open and she was pulled into the room. It was dim. The air felt so dry that even a heavy thunderstorm couldn’t properly restore humidity. Cracked floor boards along with old, sun-yellowed paper scattered the ground. Broken windows with sharp jagged edges already seen their fair share of action. She looked around the room, not acknowledging the person that pulled her in. An ominous, boarded off side room peaked her immediate interest. Ceiling tiles hanging on by threads of some sort of cable and old, dusty lime green walls completed the room, creating and echoing impression. > “Done yet?”, a deep voice asked in a rather strict tone She turned around, the voice feeling all too familiar, yet somehow strange. A friendly, scarred face filled her vision. Brown-greyish 3 day beard, brown eyes and short hazelnut hair. The 3 big scars across his mouth and right side of his face almost felt natural. < “Yes, sorry, I just never was in this room. And, you know, after all the gossip around these parts…” > “Yeah, never gets old does it?” She hesitates for a moment. < “So, why are we here?”, asking, already dismissing the clearly rhetorical question. > “Well, first of all im glad you made it. This is the only room in what feels like the whole city that’s not equipped with some sort of microphone or cctv. You know the seriousness of our situation. I’ve heard rumors that they plan to block off campus, effectively locking us in. All access to the outside world will be controlled by the riot police. I’ve also intercepted a letter addressed to the college director. He’s in contact with the foreign affairs government branch to coordinate an effort with other schools in the area to make Aftokratorian lives miserable.” < “…what should we do about it?”, she mutters. Almost in a depressed tone. > “Talk with people. Organize resistance. Put up leaflets anonymously.. you know, all the stuffs.” < “But.. wouldn’t that make them even more mad? You know, I’m scared they are just going to go around and kill us if we do that!” > “That…is a possibility yes.. but we can hope that awareness about our situation spreads. They are practically committing war crimes without a war on us by now.” Not really knowing what to say, she slowly nods her head. < “Is..is that everything? Do you really think this is going to solve our problems?” > “In the long term yes, this is clearly not all but I need you to help me get this thing star-“, his eyes widened and he put his index finger on his lips. In a whispering voice, he urges “Do not, under any circumstances move, don’t even talk.” There was clearly a person behind the door. Heavy footsteps echo through the corridor outside of the room. A quick look at the watch reveals that it’s already 13:05. A sudden thump is heard on the grey, slightly decayed door. Both of their hearts sank as they expected the worst. 4 minutes passed in silence. Uneasy, burning silence. Then there was another thump on the door, shaking it in the process. Heavy footsteps filled the corridor behind the door once again, now getting more faint with each step. It took one more minute for them to regain their composure. < “Do you think it was a guard?” > “I’m not sure.. sounded like it..maybe they just had a smoke while leaning on the door..” > “But why the second thump?” < “No idea.” > “Well, you know what to do. I got to leave, still got a meeting with the librarian. Take care and don’t let yourself get bullied by those guards again on the exit.” < “..Sure..”, her eyes sparkle, annoyed. They both get ready to leave in silence. The door opens with a quiet squeak and while halfway through the door, a beep is heard in the room. A beep that normally signalises the presence of a cctv camera saving footage. The model FCCTV-25 from the Fauthurian-Albrechts institute for security and infotainment is known for this simple feature that, apparently, the technician forgot to turn off. They started to bolt out of the room, running back towards the entrance. Once they started to see the guards, they split up and continued to walk in a calm manner, hoping no one caught them discussing on what the director called “heresy”. Sitting down for a moment, catching her breath, she notices that she is in front of the same guard as earlier, who is now approaching in a rapid manner. > “You!” Fear in her eyes, she looks at the guard. Heavy, navy blue colored plate shoulder guards reflecting the sun in her eyes. The towering statue of the man, whose identification is ST-043 on the uniform, let’s an uneasy aura fill the immediate vicinity of the man. < “Y-yes?” She stutters, awaiting everything to come crashing down on her. > “Why are you running around here?”. The demanding tone of the man increases her heart rate once again. < “Well, I-I was just…I uhm..” > “What were you running from?”, his expression forms into a bloodthristy smile behind the dimmed riot helmet. “Is someone searching for you? What did you do?” Perhaps it wasn’t a camera? But that beeping.. Maybe the footage was not yet viewed, she barely formed a thought. In a sudden outburst the guard starts to scream at her. > “TELL ME IMMEDIATELY OR…” his voice lowers into a mocking voice “Or you’ll follow me into there”. He points to the door signifying the old staff room which frankly no one uses anymore. < “I-…I was just exercising.. yeah, just, wanted to catch my breath..soo, n-naturally i jogged here.. I’m sorry.” He exhales slowly, but loud enough to be clearly heard and feel threatening at the same time. He extends his hand and rests his palm forcefully on her shoulder. > “You’re excused. For now. And don’t think I’ll have mercy on your Aftokratorian tainted soul next time.” He quickly pulls back his hand, forms it into a fist and punches her on her left upper arm. The thick glove absorbs some of the impact but doesn’t make much of a difference as the force is strong enough to almost break her arm. She repulsed back, flinching and clinging onto her arm with her right hand. The guard swiftly returns to his post as if nothing happened. Tears are forming in her eyes, still clinching onto her arm now pulsating with unbearable pain. She gets up and slowly walks toward the exit, head hanging low, tears falling to the ground. Just yesterday another guard already used physical force on her and other students due to a too loud conversation. This is psychological warfare. Just against the Aftokratorians. Slowly starting to crop up all across the nation. No news-outlets are reporting about it. Those affected are left alone to suffer. In true apathetic Fauthurian fashion. Story 2 Involves: Nothing needing viewer discretion 10th of June 1424 It was a calm, mellow wind blowing through the quiet town of Grend. 15 kilometers east of the capital city. The leaves are brushing against each other in the densely packed forest just north of the little hamlet. It was around a 2 kilometer drive through the woods to a small cabin. The lights inside were lit and a radio was playing the local station. Other than the chirping crickets there seemed to be nothing of interest. Except… a small Campa Simpatican manufactured SUV traversing its way towards the cabin. It was 0150 in the morning and a dense fog was slowly starting to limp into existence. The mud on the off-road tires on the SUV was flung from the tires, as the SUV tires lose grip occasionally. Advancing further through the muddy path, it appears that the SUV periodically gets stuck. Probably due to the heavy laden crates in the back. The two men in front casually chatting along and smoking their cigarettes. Fuel indicator glowing yellow, the men arrived at the cabin and parked their grey-black SUV beside the small stack of wood lining the right side of the cabin. They get out of the truck, dressed in an all black attire, winter coats even though it is early fall and barely even 15C outside. Heavy black boots marking the muddy path with every step. One man starts his small strut towards the cabin while the other remains on the left back door of the vehicle. Once inside the heavily locked and reinforced cabin door, the use of the building was now visible. Maps scattering the walls, posters of famous Fauthurian politicians with the head of government at the top of a sort of pyramid, neatly sorted on the escalating back wall of the cabin. The maps depict sewage systems, city maps, electricity networks and some have circled governmental buildings in red with small arrows scattered around them. Emitting loud silence, the man inside the cabin makes his way towards the middle of the room with slow, heavy footsteps. Seemingly exhausted but relaxed from the drive up to the cabin. Relief strewn across his face for an unknown reason. Once in the middle of the dark floored cabin, he reaches under one of the pine floorboards and pulls on something with care. He steps back in a small hurry. The floor starts to creak and a passageway down to the cellar manifests itself in the glow of the dim light emanating from the old bulb hanging from the ceiling. Once the mechanism is done, the man flicks a switch on one of the first steps down and the sound of fluorescent yellow lights sounds from below. He descends into the cellar. A damp atmosphere, mixed in with humid walls line a corridor with 3 rooms, all closed by reinforced steel doors. One room is half cemented shut with just a small gap left open to presumably pass something through. The other room to the right boasts a pristine concrete floor, littered with broken glass chunks, smudge and the occasional spiderweb. In one corner of the room lays a thin moldy mattress, with a few red spots on it, looking like someone dripped wine over it. The walls next to the mattress reveal the gruesome story behind this room with more red seemingly glowing in the faint yellow light. The man makes his way through the corridor to the last door, standing closed, an eerie aura surrounding it. He pushes hard on the door, taking his entire bodily force to open it half way, then he positions himself between the frame and door and pushes it fully open with a big shunt. The room is filled with a dusty fog, the fluorescent light from the corridor the only light sources shining into the small, 7 square meter room. Big wooden crates, reinforced by steel guards around the edges filled the small chamber. One of the boxes is standing open, revealing the outline of a semi automatic modern Fauthurian era rifle. Upon opening the door to the small storage room, the man turns around, a slight smile smeared across his face. Yelling is heard from inside the cabin, a signalling tone for the man by the SUV. He opens the door carefully and picks up the box inside, struggling to keep his balance at first, he ultimately succeeds and makes his way towards the cabin. The box is rather big, encased in all metal and bolted shut. A small, crumbled piece of paper glued to the bottom of it giving a hint on what could be the mysterious object inside. “Only open in case of emergency. Backup [Unintelligible]” Panting slightly already, the man descends down the stairs, now with the help of the second man carrying the box. Together in silence, they traverse through the cold, moist corridor in the cellar, more resembling a bunker than anything else and set down the box with a loud thunk and a click. They exhale deeply almost in perfect synchrony and return to their SUV, closing everything and shutting everything down in the process. The cabin now resembling an old, abandoned lumberjack shack from the outside. With a loud tearing sound and a roar from the engine, the headlights flickered to life. The tires spun out in the mud for two seconds until the SUV moved onwards yet again to make another trip back. It was now 0203. Story 3 Involves: Nothing of discretion 11th of june 1424, It was calm, the tweeting of several species of birds filled the sad, concrete painting that is the city of Graugh in Northern Berklozt. Inbetween the tall, grey buildings resembling an old 70’s building style, cracked and damaged sidewalks and streets warn of the small budget of the city. In a poorly maintained park amidst the city, behind the dogwalkers and homeless people sleeping on the brown, run down benches, there lay a pair of glasses. Damaged beyond repair, blue paint scraped of the metal handles and the glass cracked, ready to explode into a thousand small jagged pieces. Belonging to a friendly Fauthurian face. It was a quite happy face. A face that helped around the community, helped elderly people maintain their front yards and others rescue their cats from trees. Everything was good. Everything was nice. Until… It was night, standing cold air and a light mist covered the streets. He was on the outskirts of town, on his way back home. One or two cars every ten minutes passing by to pursue their own goals, who knows what happens in a night. The sidewalk is run down, tiles completely missing and big pothole scattered across all surfaces. A few trees lined the road, already dead. It was like walking through the ruins of a long forgotten city. He pulled out his phone and switched to another song in his queue, earbuds already in since he left the train station 2 hours ago. 16% battery remaining. The only really reliable thing in the whole city was the network coverage. Along his way, he walks past old, closed down shops, big sign of foreclosure plastered on the doors. Some with police tape on them. Buildings of a long gone economical golden age. Back when tourism was booming and the city still had the money to maintain itself. Now corruption is densening the air that lays on this city, miserbale souls wandering around, syringes in hand. Long in the distance, sirens make their way downtown, lighting up the black smoke rising to the sky. Green-blue-white flashing lights, a colorful spectacle in the otherwise grey and sad landscape. Nonchalantly, he continued his walk, nothing he’s not used to, still either optimism glistening in his eyes, unaware of the future. 10 minutes pass before an ambulance speeds by him downtown, now unravelling deeper thoughts into what could’ve happened. The elegant white-blue paintjob on the ambulance being the only thing shining through supposed Fauthurian glory. Wheels skidding as it turns the corner, almost spinning out of control into an old, non-commisioned phone booth. The high pitched siren now fading, although the colors getting increasingly bright and more close. With street lights flickering, the atmosphere switches to an eerie feeling. No exterior lights on any of the tall concrete buildings, nor a light shining within them. It was almost pitch black. Another 10 minutes pass, still half a kilometer to the destination. The light show in the sky now more colorful than ever, commotion being heard throughout the empty streets, seemingly coordinated chaos. A bright, yellow and orange light seems to pulsate from behind the nearest building, revealing a colorful inferno of flames fully engulfing a building. His eyes widen. Heart suddenly beating faster, thoughts coming alive. His house. On fire. Almost collapsing from the structural damage. All his belongings, gone. His pictures, electronic devices, memories, hard earned furniture, stuffed animals that’d been with him his entire life up until now. All burned to the ground. His heart sank, tears forming in his eyes. All optimism prior now being washed away, leaving a dark gloom. The only thing remaining, his put on clothes, his wallet and his phone either earbuds. Everything else, gone. As he turned up to the scene, he was now standing there, admiring the beauty of the flames, feeling bitter, sad and angry. A nearby policeman, aware of him standing there, asking for identity. “Sorry for your loss.” A scratchy monotone voice echoed, leaving an imprint that won’t be forgotten easily, burned into his brain. He was led to a nearby police van, given a small cup of coffee, left sitting there alone. Another van was housing a handcuffed couple, ready to be transported to the nearest station, 3 kilometers away. Nature Aftokraftorian. His neighbors. Always auiet, minding their business, hatred strewn across their faces, glooming with malice. Ever since the day he met them, the only cold ones towards him. A ripped up Fauthurian flag, laying on their front yard, soaked with gasoline, intentions clear. And the man left there sitting alone. No solice, no help. Another light diminished.

Hey, how do I initiate the process of reclaiming ownership of a country currently on the map? (Provided I reclaim citizenship)

Following the government change… Par on course - Everyday lives and effects It has now been a long while since the government was basically overthrown by a large angry population. The back then provisional government, which could be described as a mere joke, took on a quite significant stance, changed multiple policies all over, instated new ones and brought democracy back. They weren’t lying about freedom from the oppression of the previous government when they stormed the government seat. The current government has now grown semi-stable but is still majorly overwhelmed with bureaucracy and the effectiveness of handling it can at best be described as lack-luster and only forced to work on. Of course, this covers a major scope such as enforcement of policies, lots of agencies for work, families etc., aswell as taxes and different forms for state issued IDs and much, much more miscellaneous concerns and issues. As already described, there’s a backlog. And it is huge. It is affecting everyday lives to the point of having to wait around 5 weeks for government mail to be delivered, which in many cases is already way too late for the origin problem. This eventually led to a widely frowned upon “pick up policy” which was instated to get the mail to the recipient in time. Very urgent to semi urgent mail now needs to be picked up manually by the addressee at the nearest city hall, financial institution, aswell as several different offices, and in rare cases the post offices itself. With this policy in place, the backlog of bureaucracy has been reduced only by a marginal amount, but the reduction is picking up pace with more government reforms, votes and general stability so forecasts see it only as a matter of time until that issue is resolved. The next point on the list would be general life, happiness, education, public transport, and health. For one, the government has been changed, that we know for sure. But what benefits or even drawbacks/ disadvantages affect the populace? A major point to address would be the now more liberal way of life. The previous government had enacted policies, such as bans on clothes in schools, very high tax rates, public surveillance and even curfews with armed patrols in some places in Fauthur. These were just a few examples but almost all “non-liberal” policies, as the government describes, are now reversed and to a very major degree non-existent. This has changed many a life for the better and gave a boost to production and overall freedom in the workplace, aswell as private and internet life, resulting in the overall population becoming more happy on average, seeing a whopping 18% increase since the government change. Furthermore, a lot of welfare policies and public services were enacted, as far as the budget allows to not draw even more debt to the economy - which we will come to later. A few examples are state provided healthcare and education, effectively making these sectors public and state funding, leading to an equal, tax free, also majorly cheap and effective treatment, aswell as state covered expenses for elementary and secondary school materials and the testing of introducing electronics, such as TVs and computers into some schools around the capital. This is being called “digitalisation of education” by the government and has received, in contrast to the pick-up policy, huge popularity, especially with the youth. Another aspect would be the started expansion of the rail network. As known from a long ago time until the change, the Fauthurian rail network is majorly outdated, in need of repairs, underfunded and has a plethora of other issues going on. Even though it strained the budget, the government also decided to take over the rail sector into a state-owned status, providing and covering expenses to the national rail company to expand the network, build more train stations and overhaul the overall system, with the goal of firstly, getting it to even work. The out of date rail system has been a major economical issue in Fauthur for generations, cutting off major travel routes internationally, inconveniencing industries and leading to a GDP decrease, in turn increasing car and truck usage, polluting the environment. With the now ongoing repairs and overhaul of the rail system, upgrading, restoring and building stuff, the country is set for a reintegration of public transport by train and more industry productivity by the end of 1425, if done well. The government is allocating major ressources and incentivised workers for this long term project to speed it up, but still have surveillance over all the safety regulations and faulty systems elimination. Bus Transport in connection to schools has also been slightly expanded overall, with students now getting free bus passes if they reside more than 3 kilometers of flight distance from the school they are attending too, and also establishing extra bus lines just for students. Whereas sadly, the bus ticket prices were raised by 50 Presence Coin (Presence Token form of European cent) which the, government stated, would be a “fair exchange of services”. Current traffic laws and road maintenance was also impacted in the change, with the government changing speed limits, setting up speed traps, overhauled specifically only very bad highway and main city connections, and enacted, with a surprisingly major acceptance, a ban on very low miles per gallon cars, needing every car to be produced by new efficiency standards and wanting to complete transition away from low MPG cars by the end of 1427, prompting many people with low MPG cars to seek alternatives. The government also incentivizes this but a little, making it not really attractive to transition, but many people seeing it as a forced transition of sorts. This was a heavy blow to the already struggling automobile industry in the country, now more heavily reliant on Kalmash car imports and already in connection to expand the contract. Recent changes on the international political stage in contrast to the government change has spiked a change in overall hostility, especially against citizens of Fauthurian nature, aswell as several other non-ethnic Fauthurian groups, prompting a more secluded and pessimistic way of life for Aftokratorian population centers in Fauthur. Whileas in other aspects, the government decided to institute more small-ish national parks, due to the size of the forests still available, protecting more forest and also still untouched natural habitats for flora and fauna to thrive alike. In the industrial and agricultural heartland of Fauthur however, the forestry industry is booming with widespread deforestation with the reason of “expanding the available industrial and agricultural space”, which is seen as an honest, but not condoned reason by locals. In the final aspect before the economy - The government As mentioned very often above, the government changed and a free democracy, now with a hint of socialism due to state owned industries emerged, facing many problems with just some listed above, but settling ok in their current position with neighboring countries and inside the state of Fauthur. Of course, it is still in the process of stabilizing even itself, but it already brought great and liberal change to the people of Fauthur who still sigh in relief, that the terror imposed upon them by the previous government for generations on end, finally came to an end. It is hosting it’s own almost full fledged voting and appointing policies, aswell as a public voter integration which requires the government, by law, to hold a public referendum on law changes, law enactments etc., as also done with voting the parliament of course. Things should get done more slowly now in the face of these regulations, as the emergency power-state of the provisional government came to an end with stability and an actual, internationally recognized state. Fluctuation by the hour - The Fauthurian economy in retrospect to all the changes, regulations and budget cuts, aswell as budget raises in other places As mentioned before, we will now dive a bit into the economical aspects of the changes, well, rather said a summary of everything. ——— Starting off with, surprise, the start, where it began. Immediately after the government change, the new provisional government had implemented a whole change to the economy, impacting multiple industrial sectors and sent prices fluctuating by the hour. The changes were so drastic however, that for a very brief duration of two weeks, the country had such an unstable economy, it had to print money to keep itself afloat. This resulted in a high inflation spike, with prices at it’s peak being 227% more expensive than normal. However, this caused several problems and maybe even a few crashes in some industries, that is was an absolute marvel the economy recovered as fast as it did to stop the inflation. Things seemed to be going to plan, for a short while atleast. The economy, along with it’s markets and industries strangely stabilized themselved in an unstabilized state, making drastic price changes by the hour, aside the recovery and 4 months after. New and more economy changes, some of them may even be last minute, brought the economy back on track either stagnating, or slightly growing in cycles. This was the case until just recently, as the government passed major policies and changes, such as the nationalization of the health and train industries, needing the government to dump extraordinary amounts of funds into these projects and even having to raise bus fare prices and put up a reinforced amount of speed traps, radar traps, and radar controls to gain some income to mitigate the nationalization somewhat. This used up all available funds and put the government in slightly more debt than it already is, leading to a higher interest rate and putting more strain on the economy. Experts although forecast some stabilization, aswell as a GDP increase and economic production boost in the coming years, implementing itself slowly and will be barely noticeable but if compared to the past. This was a brief summary and reflection of some events going on, with the change of government still pretty much in progress and establishing itself even more, gaining in popularity. The story goes on and we will await the next big update on the matter. Renaming topic to - A change in pace, Documentation and Effects after “Liberation day”, as the people now dub it.