Dakota's Chat Thread

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//kicks door down
//draws sword
//barges in

WHO--Oh, it's you. I thought you were in the afterlife or something?

I was...I still am...the Internet here is great....

I've got to say this. Every time I read that. . .  . . . that is just so amazing.

Eh?

"Welcome to the afterlife! We have great wifi!"

Nein, Internet. I said zhe Internet here vas great. I know nussink of zhe afterlife's vifi.

vell, it muzt be zomvhat goot, yah?

There are a number of things a good leader needs. Amongst them are two most essential. Power and subjects. You clearly have the power while you stole in your silly coup d'etat, despite how temporary we all know that power is.

However, subjects you are rather lacking in. It's true, Cerclorium does have several members. But you do not control them. If this were a physical location, you could close the borders allowing nobody to leave, and execute them if they disobeyed. However, this is the internet.

As many a teacher has tested, there is no way to make a person stay on one site online. Executing someone through the internet is nowhere near as simple a task as executing them physically. You have no way to control the inhabitants of Cerclorium, and so, you have no power.

But the way to have power over someone over the internet is simple: Make them want to obey you. Right now, after you hijacked the site and forced the people in power below you, nobody wants to work for or with you. People want you to go away, and if they cannot make you do that, they will go away themselves.

You can threaten to ban people all you want, but to rule Cerclorium in more than just name, you need a kind of power which you simply do not have.

Now, you have two choices of what to do with your power.

You can abdicate and let the site return to it's normal function and your decent rank, or you can choose to stay with your position as around you the site slowly dies away and you are left sitting all alone on your throne of lies and stolen power.

Once upon a time, there was a kingdom -- Cerclorium -- ruled by an unpredictable but wise and supporting leader known only by the name Tsar.

One day, however, tragedy struck. Tsar was forced to leave on urgent business; she left the fate of her nation in the hands of Generals Spanner and Vinder. 

General Spanner however was on a mission with troops to a foreign nation. Only General Vinder was available to take over; she did this with the assistance of one of the Tsar's loyal aids -- Aliria.

Yet Tsar had within the kingdom a sister of fairly high rank -- though obviously much lower than her own. She was known by the generals and aids -- she was generally well-liked. 

However, on a quiet day, soon after Tsar departed on her trip, her sister Dakota appeared at a meeting between General Vinder and Aid Aliria. She appeared disconcerted, but made it clear she wanted to help. 

"If you let me have my sister's symbol of power," she said. "I can do something good."

General Vinder, thoroughly trusting the Monarch's sibling, handed over the scepter. With that, she nodded and left. "I shall return for it in the morning."


Morning came. 

General Vinder stared up at the palace. The archways were decorated with strings of little brown clumps. As she grew nearer, she recognized them as potatoes.

Above on the platform, she saw Dakota flourishing the scepter at several workers. Nearby Aliria stood glaring at the Tsar's sibling. 

"Dakota, what's going on?" Vinder asked.

"Dakota? Vhat name iz zhat? I AM KAISER, ZHE NOTORIUS ZHERMAN ZPY! I was zhmuggled into the royal vamfily vhen I vas jus' a child," she ranted, her foreign accent becoming more prominent. "I zhall rule zhiz kingdom better zhan my zister ever did!"

As Vinder rushed forward to retrieve the precious symbol of authority, guards detained her from both sides. 

"Do you dare defy your new ruler?" Kaiser demanded, stepping off the podium to meet the general. 

At that moment, Aliria charged, but was also stopped by guards. 

"Any more of zhat, and in zou go!" The young woman pointed toward the ground, a twisted grin darkening her features.

"Dead?" Aliria and Vinder squeaked in unison.

"Nein!" Kaiser contradicted sharply with a unimpressed frown. "To zhail!"

"You'll never get away with it," Vinder replied sharply. "The Tsar will return shortly--"

"Eh-- You're vluffink," Kaiser cooed, examining her fingernails. "Even I don't know vhen zhe'll retea'rn."

Snarling, Aliria attempted to claw her way toward the German spy. "We'll stop you!"

Vinder nodded in agreement. "It doesn't matter what you do with us; we'll never stand for it!"


And that's how Aid Aliria and General Vinder were stripped over their power. 

They sat in the dungeon. 

It seemed a long time passed before any change occurred.

Even before they saw her, they heard a deep sigh from the darkness, almost a hiss as it grew closer. "It appears I cannot permit my subjects freedom," Kaiser's voice echoed.

"Oh vell." As she stepped into the path of a small beam of light, she shrugged. "At least not zhese two anyvays. Very, very, unruly," she trailed off for a moment before continuing. "Zhey might cause a revolt. Zhey vill be very troublesome to deal vizh--" 

Again, Kaiser trailed off. "But zhat's fine. I like a little spirit," the young woman let a soft laugh echoed through the dungeon. "Don't vorry, zhough. I'll break your spirit."

With that she turned to leave. "Release them," she told the guards. 


Aliria fumed, outraged at the turn of event. "She has no real control! As soon as Tsar returns--" She paced the inn lounge.

"But we don't know when that is," Vinder interrupted. "I have an idea," she finally said. Whispering, she explained. "The third general is in town. If we can get his help to retrieve the scepter, everything will return to normal."

Immediately, the two set to work. Aliria wrote a commentary to submit to the local paper. Through the window, Vinder sent messages via a small mirror to a nearby Tsar supporter. 

Come nightfall, they received reply. 

Vinder left the window, her head bent. "It is of no use she replied. They say he is has no power either. No one but the Tsar can save us now."

"But we can protest!" Aliria brightened, pumping her fist into the air and raising her report. "I accidentally dropped the first draft in the hearth, but I believe these were the key points; it will be sure to catch a few supporting eyes!" 

"And [censored]," she added. "The country's national vegetable! Down with potatoes! Rise up, tomatoes!"

Come dawn, the call was spreading through the streets via Tsar supporters -- "Long live tomatoes! Death to pretenders!"

The protesting was majorly a success. Their only hope though was the Tsar's return, and for that, they waited anxiously.

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