What's That In the Air?

It was night time in Victoria, Mahe, the beautiful and glistening capitol of the Schelarian state.

Mahe was the only part of the country that wasn’t touched by the devastation of the war, even when father had gone ahead to overthrow the President of Aquilo , it only took the bare minimum of effort to do so. He’d taken it as the capitol not only for its stable infrastructure but also for the stable minds of the people around him.

“Less people grieving a loss,” he’d said.

But it did hold true, at least to an extent. Good leaders don’t need to physically see the troubles of their people to know it exists. And so, without the brutal imagery of disaster breathing down his neck but with only the knowledge that they exist, father quickly made moves to industrialize as much as he could, with the limited resources the most he could do…had done, was bring in the oil and gas sector.

The same oil and gas that would be the running point of my brainwashing propaganda, once I publicly took office to
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