12-06-2025, 11:29 PM
A plot against oneself.
Johnston, Baltusia
June 2nd, 5649
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Aiden Merridan was in his office. There was much work to be done for Baltusia. The Real Deal, economic recovery, and bringing liberalism to Baltusia after decades of syndicalist extremism. But there were opponents. Those who opposed liberalism. Like the syndicalists. Deranged he thought to himself. Others who opposed the Regency and wanted a republic. Naive extremists. They didn't understand Merridan's vision. But did anyone? He wasn't just a liberal. He would be the savior of Baltusia.
It was late. Almost 11 at night. The wind gently hit Merridan's office window. Most aids went home for the night. Most. And yet, he was alone. He stayed late. He thought to himself. He had an ambitious agenda. Meeting with monarchists from the Royal People's Party to end the Regency, and establish a monarchy. Of course, he would have to pretend to care for a referendum. And most Baltusians were leaning towards Republicanism. That simply couldn't be allowed. His agenda was like him. Ambitious. He got up from his chair and entered the garden. The faint sounds of wind rustling and cars in the distance crested a calm atmosphere. It would betray his thoughts. He got his phone out, and dialed a contact in the military. What he would ask would sound insane. But reality sounded insane before it happened. Or do Merridan thought.
He kept his voice low, and asked the following question. "Do you have anyone in the military who is trained with a gun, is a republican, and expendable?" His contact was shocked and stood silent for a moment. After a moment of silence that felt agonizingly long, the contact gave several names. Merridan would ask for that gunman to be pushed over the edge, and to attempt to shoot Merridan. Merridan thought to himself. It was a risky plot. He was risking his life after all. But if he survived, he would get sympathy support for whatever he supports. Including monarchism. If he died, it would make him a martyr for monarchism. And if the gunman happened to be apart of the opposition? The Radicals would never leave office for another decade.
After a serious of back and forths, the plot was set. They would take this secret to the grave. Merridan knew that this wasn't traditionally a liberal thing to do. But he wasn't a do nothing liberal. He was a Baltusian Liberal. Baltusia needed liberalism. No matter the cost. Even if it cost pluralism. But the first step was getting monarchism established. The plot was set. As the phone hung up, Aiden looked up at the starry sky. He didn't know what would happen, but he knew that those with ambitions had to be bold. Ready to risk everything. And he was ready for that possibility. Even if he did die, the Radicals would keep liberalism in power long enough for even do nothing liberals to bring liberalism. It was risky, but when has anything not been risky?
Johnston, Baltusia
June 2nd, 5649
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Aiden Merridan was in his office. There was much work to be done for Baltusia. The Real Deal, economic recovery, and bringing liberalism to Baltusia after decades of syndicalist extremism. But there were opponents. Those who opposed liberalism. Like the syndicalists. Deranged he thought to himself. Others who opposed the Regency and wanted a republic. Naive extremists. They didn't understand Merridan's vision. But did anyone? He wasn't just a liberal. He would be the savior of Baltusia.
It was late. Almost 11 at night. The wind gently hit Merridan's office window. Most aids went home for the night. Most. And yet, he was alone. He stayed late. He thought to himself. He had an ambitious agenda. Meeting with monarchists from the Royal People's Party to end the Regency, and establish a monarchy. Of course, he would have to pretend to care for a referendum. And most Baltusians were leaning towards Republicanism. That simply couldn't be allowed. His agenda was like him. Ambitious. He got up from his chair and entered the garden. The faint sounds of wind rustling and cars in the distance crested a calm atmosphere. It would betray his thoughts. He got his phone out, and dialed a contact in the military. What he would ask would sound insane. But reality sounded insane before it happened. Or do Merridan thought.
He kept his voice low, and asked the following question. "Do you have anyone in the military who is trained with a gun, is a republican, and expendable?" His contact was shocked and stood silent for a moment. After a moment of silence that felt agonizingly long, the contact gave several names. Merridan would ask for that gunman to be pushed over the edge, and to attempt to shoot Merridan. Merridan thought to himself. It was a risky plot. He was risking his life after all. But if he survived, he would get sympathy support for whatever he supports. Including monarchism. If he died, it would make him a martyr for monarchism. And if the gunman happened to be apart of the opposition? The Radicals would never leave office for another decade.
After a serious of back and forths, the plot was set. They would take this secret to the grave. Merridan knew that this wasn't traditionally a liberal thing to do. But he wasn't a do nothing liberal. He was a Baltusian Liberal. Baltusia needed liberalism. No matter the cost. Even if it cost pluralism. But the first step was getting monarchism established. The plot was set. As the phone hung up, Aiden looked up at the starry sky. He didn't know what would happen, but he knew that those with ambitions had to be bold. Ready to risk everything. And he was ready for that possibility. Even if he did die, the Radicals would keep liberalism in power long enough for even do nothing liberals to bring liberalism. It was risky, but when has anything not been risky?
"Yet I am here, and here I shall remain to behold the world in all it's beauty"
"The world is but a stage. Why cry, when you can laugh instead? For laughter is humanity's preserve. Laugh it all off, fret not, Let's just enjoy the moment."
"The world is but a stage. Why cry, when you can laugh instead? For laughter is humanity's preserve. Laugh it all off, fret not, Let's just enjoy the moment."