09-14-2022, 04:56 AM
United Commonwealth Press - Druk Abjadnanaj Sadružnasci
Taras Levandi, renowned author and the mind behind Ikuinism, has announced the creation of a manifesto detailing what he deemed “the cancers afflicting our new, shining nation and how to excise them.” Levandi’s manifesto was published just weeks after reports of the movement’s paramilitary Greencoats sending several men to the hospital during a fierce scuffle in the streets of Palždai.
In the 10-page manifesto, Levandi criticized friend and foe alike for “futilely clinging onto the last vestiges of the past,” claiming that such an act would only doom the Commonwealth to become “something remembered only in hollow museums and ruined graveyards.” Levandi ends his manifesto with a call to arms, encouraging like-minded individuals to join the group and help enact wide-sweeping reforms in the government.
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Pavel hurried out of the train station, looking down at his hand to find a smudged, barely legible set of directions. This was a part of the city unfamiliar to him, with all of its darkened alleyways and crumbling buildings hiding new dangers. He had spent the last of his meager paycheck on cheap alcohol and the train ticket, but he knew that his prospects would soon improve.
Pavel had heard of Ikuinists before - it was impossible not to, with how often they showed up in the newspapers, but the first time he met them was in the months following the famine. He was one of the many people who found themselves unemployed after the disaster and had to rely on charity to get by. While thin tomato soup and a slice of bread were a far cry from the food he had grown up with, the sustenance alone was enough to prevent the young man from starving to death.
It was one of the nights he spent inside that aid center he realized his purpose - he had been a nobody in the grand scheme of things, unable to keep a job and without any higher education. Without the Ikuinists, it was more than likely he would have ended up freezing to death in the streets come winter. By joining the Greencoats, he had a chance to make something of himself, to participate in what its founder called a “multi-colored, modern revolution for the new millennia.”
Having reassured himself of the justness of his cause, Pavel neared his destination: a large warehouse at the end of an otherwise empty street, with a collection of rusting scrapheaps and men sitting in front. The men, dressed in olive green jackets that one could find at a military surplus store, were not visibly armed - though he could tell by how they carried themselves they were concealing something inside each of their jackets.
The Greencoats eyed him suspiciously as he approached, their conversations dying down. One of them, wearing an iridescent bandana around his neck, gets up from his plastic chair, strolling over to Pavel and staring him down. The unspoken question hangs in the air - what is he doing here?
Pavel cleared his throat, suppressing the urge to bolt back to the station. “I-I want to join you. You’re the only ones out here making a difference - all those bastards at the top care about is making sure they win the next election. They’re no different from the Czar’s old bureaucrats. They just have a fresh coat of paint.”
Taras Levandi, renowned author and the mind behind Ikuinism, has announced the creation of a manifesto detailing what he deemed “the cancers afflicting our new, shining nation and how to excise them.” Levandi’s manifesto was published just weeks after reports of the movement’s paramilitary Greencoats sending several men to the hospital during a fierce scuffle in the streets of Palždai.
In the 10-page manifesto, Levandi criticized friend and foe alike for “futilely clinging onto the last vestiges of the past,” claiming that such an act would only doom the Commonwealth to become “something remembered only in hollow museums and ruined graveyards.” Levandi ends his manifesto with a call to arms, encouraging like-minded individuals to join the group and help enact wide-sweeping reforms in the government.
——
Pavel hurried out of the train station, looking down at his hand to find a smudged, barely legible set of directions. This was a part of the city unfamiliar to him, with all of its darkened alleyways and crumbling buildings hiding new dangers. He had spent the last of his meager paycheck on cheap alcohol and the train ticket, but he knew that his prospects would soon improve.
Pavel had heard of Ikuinists before - it was impossible not to, with how often they showed up in the newspapers, but the first time he met them was in the months following the famine. He was one of the many people who found themselves unemployed after the disaster and had to rely on charity to get by. While thin tomato soup and a slice of bread were a far cry from the food he had grown up with, the sustenance alone was enough to prevent the young man from starving to death.
It was one of the nights he spent inside that aid center he realized his purpose - he had been a nobody in the grand scheme of things, unable to keep a job and without any higher education. Without the Ikuinists, it was more than likely he would have ended up freezing to death in the streets come winter. By joining the Greencoats, he had a chance to make something of himself, to participate in what its founder called a “multi-colored, modern revolution for the new millennia.”
Having reassured himself of the justness of his cause, Pavel neared his destination: a large warehouse at the end of an otherwise empty street, with a collection of rusting scrapheaps and men sitting in front. The men, dressed in olive green jackets that one could find at a military surplus store, were not visibly armed - though he could tell by how they carried themselves they were concealing something inside each of their jackets.
The Greencoats eyed him suspiciously as he approached, their conversations dying down. One of them, wearing an iridescent bandana around his neck, gets up from his plastic chair, strolling over to Pavel and staring him down. The unspoken question hangs in the air - what is he doing here?
Pavel cleared his throat, suppressing the urge to bolt back to the station. “I-I want to join you. You’re the only ones out here making a difference - all those bastards at the top care about is making sure they win the next election. They’re no different from the Czar’s old bureaucrats. They just have a fresh coat of paint.”
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