Meloy: ... yep...
Brideau: Do you... think we'll ever see another war here?
Meloy: Let's hope not... it's getting old.
Chapter 6-i: "These times, they are a-changin'"
The year is 1848. Some twenty years have passed since the death of the first leader and founder of the world's first representative democracy. Carter Meloy had built a successful empire, and times had been going well.
The Democratic Republic of Verona, or DRV, had an astounding 30,000,000 sims, nearly twice the amount of its motherland. Its continent had been explored from front to back and had accumulated 10 provinces and some 98 congressional districts and 20 senators. The nation was on its 12th president and 28th congress. Its regulated capitalism and referendum-powered government had proven strong. The country was growing and its cities were sprawling...
...and things were about to get even better. DR Steel, a Detroit-based company, hadnearly perfected methods for the creation of the coveted alloy, and in 1845 went public with its procedure...
Soon, everything began to use steel. Buildings had stronger frames, plumbing took root in urban areas... and new technologies sprung.
With new, stronger material, more practical inventions were being introduced almost daily, and with the discovery of steam-power, the utilization of electricity for practical means began to spread.
Coal was being mined to power generators of steam for factories, primarily, in an age of mass production, until...
...the modern steamtrain was introduced.
Transportation of goods and sims suddenly became easier. The massive continent of Verona had a newfound connection between its many cities...
Things especially took a turn when the province of Altair established the first power station ever known.
Chapter 6-ii: The Rise of Detroit
The city of Detroit had a prime location. It was set upon the rivers Rough and Windsor-Detroit, with the latter of the two being one of wide, bay-like proportions. The far east of the country, where its capital and many cities reside, depended on passage of the rivers in order to access the rest of the county.
Thus Detroit's importance came into play. Its location is strategic for trade and travel, and its resources were ideal for industry. It was only natural that it grew as quickly as it did...
The first modern factory to open was Baltic, LTD., a company which specialized in th production of locamotives.
(Forgive the existence of cars. I just now realized that I had not cropped it as far as I wanted to...)
Soon after the factory's establishment, many more followed suit. Bojarski Chemicals, a company that specialized in producing dyes from Indigo and orchid plants had established its headquarters upon the Rouge River's banks.
David C. Gorman and Veronica J. Bluebird of Deimos invested in the first modern paper company, David & Vern Co., adding even more to the catalogue of Detroit industry.
With industry came prosperity, and with prosperity came greatness. Times seemed perfect for Detroit and Verona.
Chapter 6-iii: Commerce
Of course, with the introduction of industry, white-collar jobs grew in Detroit's burgeoning downtown. Primative steel-frame buildings began to steadily climb into the Windsor sky with each waking moment.
The idea of a corporation had taken hold of the world, and many headquartered near their industries. Baltic, Bojarski, David & Vern... companies established buildings of management across much of the nation.
And with the newfound money of the sims these companies employed came new ways for sims to entertain themselves. Broadway and musicals took hold of the nation's cultural centers with the building of theatre after theatre.
Music took off with inventions such as the phonograph, so sims could record and play their favourite tunes at their homes.
Architecture evolved with the air of ornateness as buildings all became works of art with intricate sculptures embodied in their facades.
Sims everywhere began to long for the wealth and happiness that industrialized Verona promised... immigration picked up, new ideas took root, and political rifts began to form in the nations provinces...
END CHAPTER 6
Chapter 7-i: The New Nations' Paradox
13 years after the official debut of the Industrial Revolution in the Democratic Republic of Verona, the nation's rapidly growing economy and intense social liberalism had called for scores of pieces of legislation to be quickly passed without full realization of possible problems that may arise.
One such problem arose with the socially-minded government of California province, which believed strongly in the doctrine of Meloyism. Meloyism, a form of modern-day Socialism, stressed that the main duty of government was to work for the people whom they served by regulating commerce in order to protect human rights. The introduction of the New Nations Act of 1859 stressed the importance of protecting economic expansion, by stating:
"In order to allow and perpetuate current economic trends,
After threats of secession, a convention was called at the (now former) capital of California, San Marta de la Vega, commonly known as Vega.
we of the Veronan Congress declare the Unionization Acts
of 1857 a threat to the Brideauistic econonomic structure set
in the framework of this great nation. This legislation mandates
the abolition of all current labor unions from existence, and
prevents the establishment of any new from here on out. Rec-
ognizing the need for human rights protection, more compre-
hensive legislation will be introduced in future congress."
The Californian government saw this as a complete contradiction of the Constitution, which called for a balance of the free-market Brideauism and socialistic Meloyism. The Veronan Supreme Court, however, did not.
Chapter 7-ii: The New Nations' Convention of '61
Stratton Hall on Calle Verdad, the site of the New Nations' Convention.
Chapter 7-iii: Hurdles Even Here
After three long weeks of constant bickering and charts of economic trends and profits, the Californian government remained firm with their pangs for secession. The Meloy province, just to California's north, joined the ticket, too.
Luckily for the two states, a Mellocrat, the party of Carter Meloy’s socialism, headed the national government even though congress and the courts were of the more conservative Brideaucians, founded by Morticia Brideau. Though the Constitution had set up a system of checks and balances, authorization of secession was, as pardons go, a job soley meant for the President.
On the final day of the convention, President Jennifer Conlee (Mellocrat-Arbeir) was called to make the final statement.
Conlee: It's a sad day here in Vega, isn't it? Our nation of not even 100 years has encountered its first great---truly great hurdle. I thought I could come here with news of compromise, but, unfortunately, I bring news of despair. Yes, I see the case of California. The Constitution protects the rights for a province to secede if its national government fails it. I must say that I, especially, am sorry. I side with them, but the courts do not. May they of California and Meloy enjoy their time separate from the rest of faire Verona. As I said, we've met our first great hurdle. Hurdles, even here.
Chapter 7-iv: The Gardenheads In Altair / Leave Me Alone
We turn now to Altair, the economic capital of Verona. With 1.5 million sims, it was easily the largest city in al of Verona, with half a million more than Detroit and a full million more than Verona City.
There in Altair was a group of super conservative business lords known as the Gardenheads. Despite their power, their political influence was extremely small. They were radicals, favoring a nation of pure capitalism, exclaiming that all social injustices could be taken care of through the free-market.
The Altair Financial District, circa 1861. Many of the world's first skyscrapers were built here.
They were obviously mistaken.
Despite this, they continued to pick up followers in their quest for pure free-marketeering. The news of the secession of California and Meloy, though, gave the Gardenhead chairman, Charles Anttimarcks and idea. Only hours after reading the secession, he called to order a meeting of the Gardenheads at his corporate headquarters for Anttimarcks Banking in the Pearle Building of Altair.
Anttimarcks: I see opportunity for us, gentlemen. An opportunity to create the nation we've always wanted.
He looked around his 18th floor board room. The red curtains were drawn, darkening the already dark mahogany panelled walls and cherry table. His accomplices sat at all parts of the table. Accounting giant Mortimer Green IV. Butcher tycoon Cruella Strawberry. Marquette Department Stores CEO Felix Marquette.
Green: And what opportunity would that be?
Anttimarcks: You may all recall that today in San Marta de la Vega the secession of California and Meloy was made legitimate.
Strawberry: And you see opportunity? Business there will collapse. Those socialist morons will regulate our branch offices into oblivion! And I bet they're all vegetarians, too!
Anttimarcks: That's not what I meant about opportunity. Not business there, per se, but... elsewhere.
Marquette: How do you mean?
Anttimarcks: It may seem a little dastardly, but... I propose that we... exploit the Constitution that gave us what we have now.
Green: Haven't we all been doing that for years?
Anttimarcks: Yes, well, I mean... a much grander scale I plan. Imagine... the reason California seceded was because new laws upset the Meloy-Brideau balance in our nation. When the courts fail to interperet measures the same, a province may break from the republic, so says the Constitution.
Green: So I get it. If we can tip the balance to favor the Meloy aspects then it will give a more Brideauistic province the grounds...
Marquette: ...for secession.
Anttimarcks: Yes! Imagine! The break-away nation formed will be so incredibly pro-business, we can set our factories and headquarters with minimum tax burden...
Strawberry: ...and maximum power! Brilliant! So, step one: anonymously lobby for extremely leftist laws.
Marquette: Step two: show moral outrage towards the new measures.
Green: Step three: convince a province to secede.
Anttimarcks: Step four: profit. As passive as this President is, the secession should be cake, at least, though... at that, we must hurry. She's but 3 years left--- reelection was thought be cake, but the secession might've weakened her.
Green: But we've another problem--- what province shall secede?
Anttimarcks: Why, the most red-blooded, conservative land in all the country. Empire. I'll have my assistant send out a telegram.
Anttimarcks walked over to his door and slowly opened it, signaling for an assistant to walk by.
Later that night, Governor Capps of Empire Province received his telegram while reading the Olympian Forum.
Capps: ...blasted Californians and their social bull****. I swear, what's this country coming to?
Assistant: Sir, you've a telegram.
Capps: Ugh, leave me alone.
Downtown Altair at dusk.
Chapter 8-i: Tonight, Tonight
Empire was the most Brideauistic and conservative province of the entire county. Situated upon the entire peninsula of the Veronan Western Expanse, it was founded by a group of veterans of the Arbolan-Veronan war back in 1830, when Verona started to emerge upon the international scene (The war was an act of desperation by the monarchy of Arboles, a country which was under extreme economic panic due to embargos by other nations, though that is another story all in its self). The people of the province were extremely stubborn, valuing tradition and religion over everything else. The people were either lower class and nationalistic or aristocratic and greedy, though both groups were extremely war hawk-ish and suspicious of foreigners.
James Thomas Capps was a retired four-star general of the Veronan army and was known for being very pushy, aggressive and foul-mouthed. Just two days after receiving a summon from Anttimarcks in Altair did he leave, arriving in the city three weeks later by train. Anttimarcks and his fellow Gardenheads had set up a meeting with him in the northwestern part of Altair, the chokey-aired, crime-infested industrial coastline.
Northwestern Altair at the dawn of the industrial revolution.
Capps: Why did you guys drag me all the way from Olympia?
Strawberry: We have a bit of a... business proposition with you.
Anttimarcks: Are you familiar with the recent secessions of Meloy and California?
Capps: Of course.
Green: We would like you to do the same.
Capps: What...? But, why? I... what? Why would I ever!? I've spent two ecades of my life servicing this land, why on earth would I do such a thing?
Anttimarcks: Because, unbeknownst to you, several senators and congressmen are plotting a massive business reform bill which will almost certainly overturn the new Nations Act...
Green: ...and instate several regulations on business to promote the social welfare of the poor by stressing national importance of labor unions, especially in the fields of...
Strawberry: ...mining and manufacturing.
Both sectors were the main economic force in Empire.
Capps: What!? You... you're sure...? Why... how... you're teling me now? What... why, I don't quite...
Anttimarcks: To prepare, James, so you can rally your people to FIGHT for this!
Marquette: These socialistic travesties cannot pass!
Capps: But, when? When will such legislation appear?
Anttimarcks: Why... tonight, James. Tonight.
Green: ...tonight? Wait, tonight?
Anttimarcks: YES, Mortimer, TONIGHT.
But neither parties realized the presence of a woman putting up flyers for a community bake-off...
Chapter 8-ii: Billy Liar's Got His Hands in His Pockets
Daisy Kennedy was a 27-year-old moderate Mellocratic congresswoman for Altair's downtown congressional district. Her mother was a middle-class white schoolteacher from New Baltimore and her father a black mayoral aide of the same city (Mind you, never in the history of Verona or the powers of Sterlannepe had racism or gender inequalities been an issue).
The Veronan congress had been holding their meetings in Altair for the past month while the Capitol in Verona underwent refurbishment. Being in her hometown again, she decided to help out with community events. She had been putting up bake-off flyers in the neighborhood when she overheard Anttimarcks and Capps.
Kennedy: Now, wait just a miinute... what are they talking about? I'm unaware of these bills... excuse me, what 'bills' do you mean? I'm on the Mellocratic economic policy committee and I...
Green: Well, um, you see it's, um, it's--
Anttimarcks: CONGRESSMAN BORSA, it is, um, him, madam congresswoman, who was to bring it to committee tonight.
Kennedy: Oh... well, this is... rather odd... excuse me...
Daisy left the area to her residence in midtown shortly after Capps retreated to his hotel.
Strawberry: DAMN, what are we gonna do now!? She'll go to committee and start questioning and--
Anttimarcks: NOT... if we get there first. As I said... Congressman Borsa. Sold his soul for a cheap shot at election, I've him at my fingertips.
The group left for Borsa's temporary office in Altair City Hall. Meanwhile, Kennedy had just arrived home at the posh Carolina apartment building midtown.
The posh Carolina.
END CHAPTER 8
Chapter 9-i: One Thing Leads To Another
Meanwhile, in Altair City Hall, Daisy Kennedy was hard at work, trying to assemble all the members of the economic policy committee. Congressman Londostone, congressman Jefferson, congresswoman Vienna, congressman Demley… but no congressman Borsa. Pacing the white marble colonnade of the hall’s central portico, she pondered exactly what sort of bill Borsa had in mind that would so “radically” alter economic policies towards the Mellocratic persuasion, especially since Borsa was a staunch Brideaucian.
Kennedy reproached the front door of the hall while straightening her white cloche over her long, ebony hair. Before she could lay hand to the handle, however, the door swung open. In the partition stood a short man in a red concierge’s outfit with a tall, pale, Anttimarcks behind him. While lifting his hands to adjust his top hat, Kennedy’s mind rattled over how white his hair is; the concierge’s gloves would weep in envy, she thought. The businessman’s cane snapped to the floor with a loud “clack,” jettisoning Kennedy out of her dreamlike state. The intimidating man grimaced at the woman before him and walked out.
Altair City Hall: the temporary Veronan capitol.
Moments later, she had arrived to the boardroom where the policy conference was to take place. There, with a presentation already set upon the mahogany table, congressman Borsa stood. Soon after, the rest of the committee shuffled in and the meeting began.
Kennedy: Today’s meeting is called to order at… 1:27 in the post meridiem… new business?
Congressman Borsa stood and cleared his throat.
Kennedy: Yes… Mr. Borsa… you… you had something to present, I overheard… some… policy changes?
Kennedy straightened her glasses and peered up at Borsa from her papers, her eyebrows quirked to outstanding heights.
Borsa: Why, yes, I do, as a matter-of-fact. If I may just borrow some of the committee’s time, I—
Demley: Just start, already, and don’t do that condescending over-exaggeration of your words like this.
Borsa: Why, Mr. Demley! I haven’t a clue as to what you’re talking about! Now…
Demley rolled his eyes and leaned back into his chair, legs crossed.
Borsa: Life… that’s what we’re here to protect, yes? Life. Liberty. Powerful principles that all people across our fine nation possess…
Vienna: Cut the crap, Bora, get on with it.
Borsa: …yes, well… I propose a radical reversal of New Nations; not only should we reinstate the legality of labor unions, but I propose we even add such concepts as minimum wage.
The boardroom went silent. Kennedy’s left eyebrow quirked as she opened her mouth to talk, finding herself unable to speak. The New Nations Act prohibited the establishment of unions and led to the secessions of the provinces of Meloy and California.
Londostone: You, a Brideaucian… want to enact the first national minimum wage?
Jefferson: And you have support?
Demley: And everyone here supports it?
Everyone lightly nodded in agreement
Kennedy: Then… it’s settled, I guess. HR 19 will be presented today in congress…
Meanwhile, on the opposite side of town, Anttimarcks had been slipping several notes to key Brideaucians in the house and senate. Around 2 ‘o clock, he arrived at a small brownstone rowhouse. He jabbed his cane into the door three times, and Governor Capps of Empire came to answer.
Capps: Oh… it’s you. What?
Anttimarcks: Sir, I came across this letter from congressman Borsa’s personal belongings! Here! Take a look!
Anttimarcks opened an undelivered letter he had in his coat pocket.
Anttimarks: It says, “Tonight HR 19 will be introduced by Congressman Borsa. Having debts to repay, you are to vote in favor of the resolution unconditionally.”
Capps looked dazed. Such a blow to his morale…
Capps: You… you’re certain? Who… who did this?
Anttimarcks:I haven’t the slightest clue!
Capps: Then… this is it. One thing leads to another.
Capps' Altair rowhouse.
END CHAPTER 9