The heat was oppressive. It made even the smallest of movements feel like a monumental effort. Everything was deliberate, and slowed. Standing on the hot black tarmac of the Hartfield Provincial Airport likely wasn't helping either. I pulled my compass out of my pocket, and looked at the small thermometer built into the side.

102 degrees, farenheit

Why couldn't the Insignants have waited until this heat wave passed to launch their offensive?

I brushed those thoughts out of my head. There was no use complaining. I had a job to do. I put the compass back into my pocket, and began walking down the tarmac. As I walked, I took a moment to survey my surroundings.

To my left was a row of hangars. They had been co-opted by the Eosaran Ministry of Defense to serve as a storage facility for equipment. Crates upon crates of mothballed rifles, uniforms, and spare parts had been dug out of storage and were being distributed to the newly formed reserve forces of Eosara.

To my right was a row of helicopters undergoing preflight checks. They were the new M-26 "Thalassa" class, and if the rumors I'd heard were true, they were a beast in the air.

There were almost 4,000 Eosaran militiamen at the Hartfield Provincial Airport. They were drawn from police departments, home guardsmen, veterans of the Fonend War, and foreign volunteers. By tomorrow, they'd be departing by rail to the frontlines, to sacrifice themselves for their homeland.

I thought back to the Fonend Conflict, almost a full year ago now. We, no I, had been caught off guard. We were outmatched by a superior foe, and were forced to cede our rightful territory to a foreign invader.

This time was different. We were going to win, or die trying. The Insignants may have believed that we would be an easy target, however they were mistaken.

We would make them fight for every inch of Eosara.

My fellow Eosarans, we live in a time of great strife. The spectre of federal tyranny looms large over our province, snatching our elected leaders and locking them away. Across our border, the Insignant Empire amasses their forces, preparing for an invasion on an unprecedented scale.

Indeed, it may seem like the very concept of Eosara is in danger. If we do not take a stand for our culture, and protect the Eosaran way of life, we will be consigned to the dustbin of history. Nothing more than an insignificant province in an unstable failed state, or a mere vassal of a larger empire. The legacy of the Eosaran Dynasty of old, those ancient kings who ruled wisely over the city states of Sannyo and Vasara, will end with us.

But I will not let this happen. Above all else, I am an Eosaran. When I am governor, I will put Eosara first.

I will end the famine by any means necessary. I will deregulate farming, and provide substantial financial and technological aid to the farmers themselves. Within a month of my leadership, there will be bread on every table in Eosara, and steak for every dinner. Our province has been blessed with fertile soil and beautiful fields, and we must take utilize these gifts.

I will create jobs and promote industry. Eosara is notable for having the strongest work ethic of any province. While I respect ChallengerB, I strongly disagree with his decision to nationalize all businesses. When I become Governor, I will reverse this decision while also fighting to secure higher wages and lower taxes for all Eosarans!

I will promote provincial autonomy. Eosara, both culturally and politically, is unique in the DoR. I will seek to keep federal intervention in our province to a minimum. No bureaucrat in Callens could ever hope to rule over our beloved homeland as well as a true blooded Eosaran could. I will push for exemptions from federal taxes, and protest for the release of political prisoners. Nevertheless, we must still work with those bureaucrats. There are many good men in Callens, and I believe that we can seek a mutual understanding that benefits Eosarans while not harming the rest of the DoR.

I will build the strongest provincial military in the DoR. As a former commander of the Eosaran Home Guard, I know the importance of a strong and independent military force for the protection of Eosarans. I will work with the federal military to secure our border with the Insignant Empire, while still keeping our command structure independent of federal influence.

In conclusion, I will guide Eosara through these trying times. I will end the famine, build up Eosara economically, and fight our enemies both at the negotiating table and across the border.

In the rural areas of North Multum, many residents do not have access to proper lawncare. They cannot or will not mow their lawns in accordance with local ordinance. Due to this, I have taken the precaution of deploying the 1st Infantry Division to the region north of Atas in Multum. The journey there will take several days by traincar, and I expect them to have the region trimmed to golf course levels.

My fellow Eosarans, we have been betrayed. The federal government, which promised to help us, has instead violated our provincial sovereignty and trampled upon our rights. If we allow this massive federal overreach to go unchallenged, we risk setting a dangerous new precedent.

Callens is not as powerful as they think they are. They cannot come to our province, jail our elected leaders, and install some federal puppet in their place.

True Eosaran Patriots, like Chance, Cuber, and myself will never stand for this. Which is why i call all those who stand in opposition to federal tyranny to stand with the Eosaran Government in Exile.

Glory to Democracy!

GOD BLESS EOSARA!

//MEETING NOTES: 6 16 2026//

RESPONSIBLE-SCAR:

Now, as all of you know, Eosara has been in a bit of a bind recently. See, there's just too many mouths and not enough food. Now, many of you may see a crisis, and I get that. It's terrible, so terrible, to see so many Eosaran Patriots go hungry.

But gentlemen, what I see here is a golden opportunity.

I've been in talks with our old friends, the Narovian Soviet State. I'm sure you remember them. Anyways, I reached out to a representative from the their Energy Management Ministry. I got to talking with him, and as it turns out, the Soviets have been producing a surplus of food for the past several years.

I'm talking warehouses full of canned food, shipping containers full of raw ingredients that just sit there, at ports.

Now you might be wondering, "ResponsibleScar, why haven't they been exporting this food?" It's because they've been in a trade embargo with most of the free world since the late '90s due to some skirmishing with the Tsardom on their border. Other than the People's Republic of Gao, none of the other countries want to buy their stuff because they don't want to be associated with these "communist warmongers".

Anyways, I was talking to their Minister of Energy, and he offered me a deal. He said that they'd cut us an unprecedented deal to import food FROM the NSS TO Eosara. With this food that we got practically for free, we could alleviate the hunger in the province currently, and make some decent cash from it too. It'll be a huge PR win, too. We'll be the "charitable corporation" or something like that.

All the Narovians want in return is our reactor technology. They want the ability to move their power grid nuclear, and we're the only people willing to show them how.

I know, most of you are going to balk at the idea. I swear, they won't build nukes with them. The uranium we give them will be strictly for energy purposes only. Trying to build a bomb with it would be like trying to assemble an F-22 jet with Ford F-150 parts.

I'll let you shareholders think on the matter, but I've got a meeting with the Narovians on thursday, so I want you to make up your mind.

//MEETING END//

we'll all own nothing and be happy

To push the working class into a revolution, conditions under capitalism must be particularly brutal. Therefore, would it not make sense for revolutionary communists to support right wing leaders like me and Cabinet? Think about that, woke-oids!

If I get elected, I will finance an expedition to find the entrance to Hollow Earth, AKA Agartha, home of Yakub the Scientist.

IF THE GMS REMOVE THIS ITS OFFICIAL DOR CANON

Earlier today, the soldiers of the 1st Infantry Division at Camp Athens were offered a choice: They could swear their loyalty to me, or they could be reassigned to another post. Almost 90% of the division chose to pledge their allegiance to me, and the democratic values I believe in.

This didn't surprise me. I've trained most of these men personally, and led a fair few in combat. These, in my opinion, are some of the best the Federal Army has to offer.

In these trying times, it can be difficult to find someone to trust. Someone who represents the ideas they claim to. It seems like we, as citizens of the Democracy of Reddit, are at a crossroads. We can either survive this crisis, or crumble into a failed state.

Trust me when I say this: I believe in Democracy. I believe in the DoRian people. I know that if we claw our way out of this, we will be stronger for it.

Both sides, the Federalists and the Communists, will perpetuate the same weakness that already plagues our nation.

Which is why the army, or at least the units under my control, will not take either side. The 1st Infantry Division, and any other units that choose to join me, will be neither Federalist nor Communist but our own force. A force for good, the true DoRian patriots.

I'm not alone in this mission to restore the DoR. Many of my former Legion compatriots have joined me, such as TonyChina and SummerParticular. I've found new allies as well, such as undertalepedro and edmundjacksondavis. Together, we can save the DoR!

May 30th, 2026.

The planes landing gear touched down at the Czarkan international airport. During the long flight from Camp Athens in the DoR, I had managed to doze off despite the constant hum of the C-130s engine.

I stood up and collected myself, remembering why I was here. I was supposed to meet with the Regent General of the Tsardom of Narovia.

Regent General? I thought to myself.

That's one hell of a title.

The plane came to a halt on the tarmac. Out the window, I could see the glittering lights of Czarka in the distance. The city had changed a lot since I'd been here last. Come to think of it, last time I was here I was still a PoVC member. With a mechanical whrrr, the ramp on the back of the C-130 began to open. As the ramp lowered, a man slowly came into view.

"Are you the General Responsible Scar?" He asked, with a heavy Narovian accent.

"Yes," I responded, "And you?"

"I am the Regent General's official ambassador to the Democracy Of Reddit. I'll be accompanying you for the duration of your trip."

This caught me off guard. Officially, the DoR had no relations with the Tsardom. Furthermore, the Tsardom was a staunch isolationist state. For Christ's sake, they had an entire civil war because some Prince had decided to ally with the Duchy of Azul. Why had they suddenly started appointing ambassadors?

I stepped off the ramp, and shook the Ambassador's hand.

"It's a pleasure" I remarked

He ushered me to a nearby Limousine as we made polite small talk. As the vehicle left the airport and began driving towards the city, I started to question the entire nature of this trip.

I was surprised when I recieved a message from the Tsardom of Narovia, asking for me personally. The country wasn't known for their foreign relations, and I certianly wasn't a diplomat. What could they possibly want with me?

The limousine left the airport and merged onto the highway. Even though it was late at night, the road was still clogged. The driver was clearly experienced, as he weaved the car through traffic. I could see the lights of Czarka coming into view.

I hadn't seen the city in 10 years. I knew they had done some modernization, but I didn't know it was this much. In those 10 years, the city went from a collection of brutalist government buildings surrounded by slums to a modern metropolis, far outshining anything we had in the DoR. What the hell happened here?

My mind wandered again to the nature of my visit. The message sent to me had been vague to the point of confusion. It simply requested my presence in Czarka for a meeting with the Regent on the 30th of May. I didn't know whether this related to my position as an MP, General of the Army, or the recent Fonend conflict.

Oh god, the Fonend conflict. I had almost blocked that out of my mind. It was my biggest failure, an embarrassment. Sometimes, after a bottle of Jack Daniels, I could almost forget that abortion. We lost. And it was all my fault.

"General, we have arrived at your hotel" The ambassador's voice snapped me back into reality. "The Regent will see you tomorrow. Be at Kolyma Tower by 9 AM, and we will have our meeting"

"Alright. Oh, and uh, thanks for your hospitality" I stumbled over my words as I opened the door and stepped out of the limousine.

I grabbed my briefcase, and entered the hotel. As I walked through the main lobby to the receptionist, I took a moment to appreciate my surroundings.

I was in a five star hotel, up to par with anything in Callens or Newport. Just 10 years ago, this city was a warzone. I had to ask the Regent about this. It seemed impossible.

The receptionist handed me the key to my room. It was on floor 12. I'd have to take the elevator.

Once I got to my room, I sprawled out on the bed. It had been a long day, and I was tired. I noticed a radio on my bedside, and I reached out to turn it on. I turned the dial a few times, hoping to hear some music. I could hear nothing, not even static.

Then, I realized why. It wasn't even plugged in. I got down on the floor, and began searching for a wall outlet. Soon enough, I found one. Attached to that outlet was a mysterious wire that ran along the length of the wall for a ways, before disappearing behind the drywall.

Wait a minute...

I immediately stood up and began searching the room. I knew what this was. I had done it to countless political opposition leaders over the years. They had bugged my room.

As I pulled down the mirror, I finally found it. Embedded in the wall behind a 2 way mirror was a small camera and microphone, no bigger than a quarter. I took a pen out of my pocket, and jammed the writing end into the camera. It shattered, leaving a few small shards of glass on the floor.

It was downright insulting. If you're going to bug my room, at least do a little better than that.

Hello, my fellow DoRians!

Today, our country is under siege. Radical terrorists seek to subvert our national values from within, and foreigners beset our borders. Our way of life, our democracy, is under threat.

However, I can change that. With a little bit of help from the folks at AllRight Energy down in Eosara, I will save our nation.

I’ll build the border wall, and i’ll make the Union of Reddit pay for it!

I’ll have the Scorched Earth Front begging for mercy at my feet!

I‘ll bomb Fonend, just to make sure!

And most importantly, i’ll put good old fashioned DoRian values first, above all else.

I just ask that you trust me, and my fine associates the the UP and AllRight energy with your vote at the polls this June.

Glory to Democracy, and God Bless the DoR!

I’m u/responsible-scar1986, and i approve this message.

Link to the bill here: https://www.reddit.com/r/DOR_Legislature/comments/1to6rdw/build_the_wall_act/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=mweb3x&utm_name=mweb3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button