SORDLAND | A Legacy Unfinished

The Third Republic was not supposed to feel like this.

Built on a promise that a nation freed from managed democracy and backroom deals would soar. That clawing back from the junta's wreckage would mean something. President Fuleicht, heart of the new nation, is gunned down by a lone assassin. Life goes on. His heir squanders the liberal dream with paranoia, casting a people's hopes into the hands of President Etz. Life goes on. Etz too has squandered much. Hope. Dreams. Traded for pragmatic compromise.

Sordland does still dream.

Corporations consolidate; politicians dispense patronage; juntists flee justice. But people hope - always, in spite of the argument and evidence. They hoped when Wisci wrested power from the monarch and gave it to the people - lost to civil war. They hoped when Soll built stability into the constitution - lost to the junta. They hoped when Fuleicht promised an end. Now they must hope in men who hold every incentive to descend once more into terror. But life will go on. The cycle will repeat until Sordland is finally free. Free from the creatures of interest and power.

Free to finally soar.

📽️ The year is 1981. The midterms have returned power to the right.

📄 You are a character in a world born of cycles. Whether that cycle breaks is unknown - but as politician your choices may answer that eternal question.

🏛️ Align with the chaotic socialist New Dawn, the divided Democrat-PFJP liberals, or the disjointed USP-NRUconservatives, or forge your own path.

🎞️ What mark will you leave on a scarred Sordland?