TheSolemnScriber

The world in 1936 is ablaze with political intrigue, revolution and a shift in power...

In the universe of Kaiserreich, anything goes in the equilibrium of human politics, from the socialist zeal and vigor of Syndicalism to the grip of the iron fist of National Populism. Nations change on a monthly basis, economies are stricken with collapses, power drives the hunger for bloodshed. This is truly a time to be alive, in not necessarily a good way...

Through the perspective of different characters in their respective nations at varying times during Kaiserreich's timeline, you can realize how captivating its universe really is, from the grueling hardship to the triumphant victory, and everything in between.

(For now, the series focuses on an irreverent American journalist and his intrepid escapades on the eve of civil war...)

Speak Easy Tonight, Fight Tomorrow

DISCLAIMER: This fanfic takes place entirely in the universe of "Kaiserreich," a mod for Hearts of Iron 4. The Kaiserreich universe belongs to the developers of the mod, and only the characters and plotlines I create belong to me. (The historical characters themselves don't belong to me, of course!)

Hearts of Iron 4 itself belongs to Paradox Interactive.

But anyway, please enjoy, compadre!

AHEM. This is my diary. Comfy, eh? I know, people might never find this garbage, but just in case, and for my own spurious motives, I'm writing it. Who knows, maybe someday I can sell it off for a couple hundred bucks as my memoirs for some quick cash. That sound good, huh? Could be helpful in the rancid shithole of an economy the good ol' US of A is embroiled in right now.

Eh, you didn't take a gander at my magnificent work for some crass social commentary. That's what subtext is for!

Let's get to the point. Some quick credentials, why not?

Name: Richard Dale Sinclair. Fancy, ain't it?

Nationality: American, but my very lifeblood hails from the European lands of Britain and Germany. Ascertaining that, it's a goddamn mystery what skin color I have.

Political Affiliation: Well, if the Syndicalists really want to hear it, I'm a Social Liberal. Yes, execute me for treason, I know.

Who knew that supporting civil rights and full justice under the law for everyone in this nation would turn out to be a good idea, yet one that no one can get around to since it's far easier to stamp your piss-covered boots down the throats of minorities?

America: the united nation of equality and racial tremor. Majestic.

Oh, and yeah, I also think that the government should actually work to ensure that poor people, y'know, have a chance of subsisting at livable conditions and not living in a hellhole of economic desperation and squalor for their whole lives. I'm not into the whole "wealth redistribution!" and "dictatorship of the proletariat!" schtick as those god-forsaken Syndies, but sure, I think it's fair if Industrial Tyrant Joe got poached of his petty profits a tad to share the wealth after all the poaching he's done of this country's wellbeing.

Gender: Male, duh. You think Rick's a girl's name? I'd beg to differ, personally, but to each their own.

State: New York. The land where the Yankees dominate Baseball and men in trench coats and fedoras try to rip you off big time. Also, there's a shit-ton of social uproar and workers' riots happening on the daily.

Age: 24. Been two years since my time circulating in the plush hedge gardens of the Ivy League ended.

How unique: a middle-upper-class intellectual fighting for the rights of the poor and fledgling masses of society. I wish, anyway.

Nickname: call me Rick. Or Rich. Whichever you deem more acceptable in your weird social circles. I prefer the intrepid, machismo allure of Rick, thank you very much.

So, yeah, I hope the blokes (as they used to say in England before that island turned red as a fucking pimple) that read this have a wonderful time. Or a terrible time. Whichever suits your fancy in life, I suppose!

A Charismatic Intro