Post by Dunwik on Nov 10, 2021 1:08:08 GMT
Dunwik is a land of chaos, harnessed or otherwise. In the aftermath of the outbreak of "Duom Sickness", the entire state was subject to its own chaos being harnessed against it, anarchy and madness, lunacy and paranoia. The Dunwik that stumbled into the world under Grand Chairman Nelson was long gone, and a wiser, stronger, more centralized Dunwik emerged. In the streets, the results of hostile business takeovers bore fruit as another monopoly in Dunwik came to being: the monopoly of force. While the very richest could still afford their private armies, no longer did any of the middle men have their power - their bosses were bought and sold, or quietly taken out back and vanished.
On the seas, the disparate collection of different navies had again been purchased, packaged, and centralized - at great expense to the straining Dunwikki government's coffers, there was now a unified armed force, a unified army, a unified navy, for the first time in more than half a century, Dunwik stood up as one force and said one thing at once.
The economy was not so tampered with, nor were many freedoms of the supremely wealthy altered. But there was a definite sense, not quite unease, not quite joy, not quite confusion. Indescribable but hanging over the cleaned up streets, the empty apartments, and the mass graves in Miskatonic, a cloud had formed. A true and naked authority had come at last to Dunwik, and soon the careful manipulations of the puppet masters would yield them dividends.
On the seas, the disparate collection of different navies had again been purchased, packaged, and centralized - at great expense to the straining Dunwikki government's coffers, there was now a unified armed force, a unified army, a unified navy, for the first time in more than half a century, Dunwik stood up as one force and said one thing at once.
The economy was not so tampered with, nor were many freedoms of the supremely wealthy altered. But there was a definite sense, not quite unease, not quite joy, not quite confusion. Indescribable but hanging over the cleaned up streets, the empty apartments, and the mass graves in Miskatonic, a cloud had formed. A true and naked authority had come at last to Dunwik, and soon the careful manipulations of the puppet masters would yield them dividends.