The People's Republic of Adanac (A role playing game)

[Schme]

As Mark made his way to the seet, a group of young men, who could not have been older than there early twenties, watched him with passing interest. One man in the group broke off, and walked over to him. He was a Punjab, and was rather large for his height. He wore an overly loose black T-Shirt, (it did indeed seem that clothing several seizes to large was the current fashion among the local youth) and a baseball cap with the letter “C” emblazoned on it. The bill was on the side rather than the front of his head. Like many of the other youths that could be seen, there was the rather enigmatic matter of weather he was wearing shorts or trousers, as the overly large shirt hid the waist, and yet most people used a large part of there boxers so as to be able to wear shorts lower, and so one could not tell either way.

Swaggering over to Mark, he hiked up his pants (or shorts) and gave Mark an amical slap on the back. “Ey, my man! Your actually goin’ to the concert? Good for you! You won’t regret it, believe me. These guys, killer.”

A murmur of similar encouragements and agreement rose quickly through the car, and with another friendly nod, the youth went to rejoin his friends.

A women in her mid twenties holding a small infant, who stood near Mark, bent to talk to him over the din of the train. She was a desi (most of the train was in fact desi.) She was dressed in a khimar, and wore a plain white headscarf covering her hair.

“Are you alright? If they cracked the bone or anything, you really shouldn’t walk on it. Do you need to get to the hospital?”







The route to the library continued along the same route. The traffic had started once again, and people seemed to be in even more of a hurry than before.

The directions led off into a side street, wherein the endless line of tenements broke off, dissolving into a row of first floor shops, on top of which were offices.

Were the street curved onto another large road, there was a huge three story building, which spanned the length of several buildings. It’s windows were darkened, and a chain was strung across the main door, where people walked in and out, some carrying bags and books.

Across from it was a smaller, one story brick building, with many windows, and a small parking lot.

White letters on it read “Bob Public Library”.

[west]

John chuckles to himself. "Bob Public Library" indeed. Sounds like a joke. Nevertheless, he glances curiously at the tall imposing building before turning and entering "Bob Public Library". He'll check out the bigger building later.

He chuckles wryly.

"I wonder if I have my library card."

[Schme]

The building was brightly lit with numerous large overhead lights, aswell as the long and tall windows placed at irregular intervals along the walls.
Rows of high bookshelves took up a good deal of space. On the sides of these were little racks displaying books that were presumably new.

In between these on one side of the room was a row of tables and computers, most of which were taken up by people, who were typing and clicking away.

On the other side, was a number of low shelves with magazines and newspapers. Throughout the floor was scattered chairs and stools, some occupied by readers.

A set of stairs led to a basement.

The front desk was equipped with a scanning machine and two computers. The women there sat and chatted lazily on cheap plastic stools provided.

A young soldier, in full uniform and armermant, sat in another chair at the front desk, looking supremly bored.

A massive political map of the world was spread across on empty piece of wall, although to high up to read.

On one end of the library, a picture that was about ten by ten feet in sieze was on the wall about twelve feet from the ground.

It depicted the upper half of a white man, in about his early or mid thirties, with short, bright red hair. His arms were crossed, and he wore a light blue snakeskin suit. His lips were in a slight smile.

On the opposite end of the library, another image hung there in the same way, although this one was an odd coat of arms. A white backround, with two large "C"s in each corner, one green and one red. Above the bottom right corner was the picture of a tree.
In the middle was a golden crown, heavy set with jewels, with a large sword coming in behind it. To the left of this was the two dimensional picture of a gray wolf.

In on the wall in between each bookshelf was a poster.

[west]

Johnny takes the library in slowly. The large paintings of the white man with the terrible suit and the coat of arms get a raised eyebrow. Together with the soldier, they are the surefire symbols of an authoritarian regime. At least, one more authoritarian than back home in the US.

Come to think of it...Johnny peers at the political map up on the wall.

It looks funny for some reason...there're far more colors on North America than he's used to seeing.

Well. If there's a map, there'll be atlases. He wanders over to the front desk to ask a librarian where the reference section is.

[Schme]

"What exactly are you looking for?" said the Librarian. "Or are you just browsing about the refference section?"

"Oh, we got some new Atlases just last week." she said. "There's one just over there, on the side of the shelf." She pointed to a shelf near the door, where a large, hard covered tomb leaned against one of the plastic ledges set aside to display new books.

[west]

((tome, possibly?))

Johnny thanks the librarian and wanders over to the atlas. He opens the heavy cover and flips to the whole-world political map. He stops and stares at it, not believing his eyes.

"Toto, we ain't in Kansas anymore"

[Schme]

What exactly should I say?

I'm rather confused as to what I should describe.

[west]

You created the world, you tell me what the political map looks like. What's in North America, for example?

[Schme]

Oh, I see.

[Schme]

I'll get it up by tommorow. I wonder where everyone else went.

[Schme]

The map seemed to be radically different from the normal political maps. For one thing, much the world seemed to be divided into a number of new countries that had not existed before. The map had lines running through every which way, marking pieces of territory that had been distinctly part of one nation as part of another.

What was supposed to be the United States was a very good example. Rather than being labeled United States of America, it did seem that it was now a good number of different nations.

What had used to be Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts , New York State, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, Delaware, Virginia and West Virginia was now labeled “Northern Union”.

All of Carolina was labeled as one country, called R. of Carolina, R. being the abbreviation for republic on maps. In fact, it did seem that many places were now labeled republic.

Free R. of Florida, R. of Texas (which now included Oklahoma.) R. of Idaho. Mississippi had now become it’s own nation. Georgia had also, although a modest chunk of the south east was now labeled “F.S. R. of Georgia”.

California was also labeled as it’s own country, incorporating Las Vegas and the sourounding area, aswell as most of Nevada.


The United States seemed to have been horribly disfigured. Other parts of the world had been carved up aswell.

The whole of the Emerald Isle was now labeled “Republic of Ireland”

In the middle east, what had once been Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Oman, the U.A.E, Qatar Bahrain, Kuwait, and Jordan was now labeled “The Islamic Republic of Greater Arabia”. Egypt, Lebanon, Israel and Syria were now labeled “ Mediterranean Arab Union”.

A modest amount of land that had once belonged to Russia was now labeled Chechnya, and China seemed to have gobbled up some of the border region, but other than that it seemed relatively unscathed.

China aswell, rather than have fractured or shrunk, had swelled. Kyrgyzstan, Tijikistan, Laos, Taiwan, Mongolia, and all of Korea had been swallowed by China.

India had taken the Maldives, Sri Lanka and Nepal.

What had once been South Africa, Lesotho, Swaziland, Botswana, Namibia and Zimbabwe was now labeled “The C. (Commonwealth) of Southern Africa”.

And above the United States lay a massive nation labeled “The Dominion of Canada”, which consisted of Canada, but also incorporated Alaska and Greenland.

The world seemed awfully different, as though someone had come and hacked it into a thousand pieces.

“Hey guy, there’s a new world encyclopedia there if you need it, too.” Called one the librarians from the desk. She paused, then added “It’s by the same company.” Which sent the three at the desk into a fit of laughter.

(If he looks at any particular page in either book, please just tell me what he is looking up, preferably all at the same time, and I can put it down for you.)

[wichita]

A women in her mid twenties holding a small infant, who stood near Mark, bent to talk to him over the din of the train. She was a desi (most of the train was in fact desi.) She was dressed in a khimar, and wore a plain white headscarf covering her hair.

“Are you alright? If they cracked the bone or anything, you really shouldn’t walk on it. Do you need to get to the hospital?”

Mark looks up at her and smiles weakly. "Thank you. I will be fine, I think it will just be a bad bruise." He admires the sleeping infant in her arms for a moment and the smile on his face becomes more hearty. "You have a beautiful baby. How old is she? My sister in Kansas just had a daughter three weeks ago. I can't wait to be able to go for a visit." He grins. "I am an uncle now! It's still hard to believe."

[Schme]

The women smiled and blushed. “Thank you.” She said timidly. “She’s eight months old. My husband and I are very proud of her.”

“Yes, very wonderful to have nieces and nephews!” she continued, sounding less shy now. “So is a little boy, or girl?”

“But all the way in Kansas? And you plan to visit? Ah, that’s fantastic! It’s great you shall get to see your family and your sisters child. Take’s a while though, eh? Hopefully that damn bureaucratic monster won’t take to long on the permits, eh?” she chuckled softly.

“Your right though. Truly wonderful be aunt or uncle. You’re the one they come to when they’re getting themselves into trouble!” she laughed again.

“Your actually going to the concert, though? Sort of surprising. If you are though, you should probably stay with those guys over there. They seem to be rather fond of you.”



The train pulled into the station, which seemed to be overflowing with people. The people coming off the train found it difficult to squeeze off and into the crowd. A number of uniformed and armed soldiers as well as militant looking men in green uniforms and police equipment were squeezing in through the crowd, but they seemed to be doing much the same as the crowd, which was slowly moving off the platform and towards the source of some blaring music.

[wichita]

Mark looks about in the confusion and looks for the source of the music outside. He turns quickly to the woman. "Is this Danda-Vanna? I was told I was to ride this train all the way to Danda-Vanna and then catch the #20..." He struggles against the wave of people thrashing about in the boarding process. "...can somebody help me quickly please? I am just trying to get downtown."

[Schme]

"Danda-Vana?" the woman said, over the din. "Yes, it is. It's where the concert is."

"Downtown? If you need to get downtown, take the twenty, to Queen Elizabeth." said the woman "Nice meeting you. I have to get home. Congradulations on your sister's child!" and with that, she dissapeared into the crowd.

The rails in front of the tracks were proving there worth many times over as the throng of people pushed and shoved to get nearer to the source of the blaring music. There was a rather odd tune being played, quite definitly with electrically magnafied instruments, but what those instruments were.

Most of the people in the throng were young men, although there was a sprinkling of middle aged and even seniors in the crowd.

Almost no one boarded the train from which Mark came off. It seemed everyone was coming, and was very determined to get there before the next person. It was hard not to pushed in the same direction as the crowd.

"Ladies and gentleman!" screamed a man over the loudspeaker at what seemed be an unescsarily loud volume, even for a music concert "Presenting a real oldschool master, a true legend of the music industry, ladies and gentlemen, it is my priviledge to introduce a great musician and a great man, JAZZY B!!!"

A defeaning roar arose from the crowd, and persisted for several minutes.

On the other side of the track, spray painted in massive red letters on the shelter(thing) wall , which overshadowed the rest of the writting and images on the wall, was written the words "PUNJABI MAFIA".

The train rolled into the station.


(I apologize, as I forgot to add the train part earlier. I can imagine that may have made it difficult. Sorry!)

(Sorry, I had to cut this one a bit short. Got to be off. See you tommorow.)