In light of the American and British Nazis, Finnish Communists, and all the other odd bunch here at Taleworlds, I unveil a redux at my attempt to do a Taleworlds Let's Play, this time in a way that is somewhat more entertaining.
This time, we have Several Factions, lead by some of our favorite Taleworlders, competing for supremacy on Planet!The Videos
Part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zH3CY8-vzVQ
Part 3: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kj3L_9S7a4g
Part 4: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Qvbi4esrcs
Part 5: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d4nN9Xgw2_w
Part 6: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bIVbvVVL218
Part 7: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DF2FlLN-yQ0
Part 8: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yGY576gj-vM
Part 9: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vK9gWqizMw
Part 10: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiDRK6RVUK4
Part 11: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJNQ97rIfo0&feature=feedu
Part 12: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VxuYqv1c04The PeopleFaction Leaders
- Tiberius Decimus Maximus(The Taleworlds Fascists)
- Pimple_of_Pixels(The Steampunk Movement)
- Rahn(The Taleworlds Commies)
- McBeverage(The McBevian Turth Seekers)
- Majhudeen(The Majhudeenian Maggots)
- Corndawg(The Corndawgian Resistance)
- Archonsod(The Archonsod Legion of Law)Soldiers
- Sergeant Burgess(Taleworlds Fascists)Talents
- Comrade Temuzu(Commies)
- Jhnking(John King, Steampunk Movement)
- Revilo(Steampunk Movement)
- Evilknightz(Prince of Turth, Turth Seekers)
- Bgfan(Turth Seekers)
- Feragorn(Turth Seekers)
- Eumolpus(Commies) The StoryPart 1Fascists
The Taleworlds Fascist Empire
State of the Union Address
Tiberius Decimus Maximus stood at the podium, at the top of a mighty Synthmetal tower. His guards wore stylish grey uniforms, a modified form of the Nazi Germany Swastika was embroidered proudly on their chests, symbolizing their status as his private guards. They carried particle accelerator rifles, known as Penetrators, which in their case was made especially flashy for show rather then combat effectiveness. He chuckled to himself silently. If anyone tried to assassinate him, his guard's weapons would be near useless. Below him, the Fascist capital city of Hitler's Return busied itself with daily life on planet. Some civilians looked up, watching him.
Holo-book recorder eyes all stared at him, broadcasting his face to the people of his growing empire. He began to spoke, reading from a pre-written speech that laid before him on paper. While paper was largely obsolete by this point, and also extremely difficult to get due to the lack of trees on this planet, he felt it brought back a sense of style and urgency.
"My fellow fascists, I come here today to give my first of hopefully many addresses to you. I shall share the state of our empire, from the extents of our borders to what I plan for the future."
He looked up at the holo-book recorders, to show their leader's face to his loyal followers. They seemed to zoom and focus, emitting beeps and electronic sounds as they did. "Our people have been working hard, in more ways than one," He smiled, staring at the recorders. "Our population has experienced a boom in the past fifty years of mankind's petty existence on this new world. By this morning's count, our people now number forty eight hundred!"
He took a breath, and continued reading, looking up at the recorders occasionally. "Our borders extend 1,582 kilometers from this very spot, at its furthest." He glanced at the camera, gesturing a far away notion. "As you know, our empire is a Police State, and we value survival above all else," He said flatly. He felt it was an unnecessary part of the speech, but he wanted to keep it in the Datalinks of Fascist history what sort of political agendas existed, so he could see what works and what didn't do so well. And of course, make it publicly known. "Our army's strength is formidable. Other... nations would think twice about angering us, should they unleash the might of the New Wehrmacht upon them. Take pride in that, citizens." He looked to his highest general, Ambalon, who stood next to him attentively. He shouldered a Penetrator rifle, and wore full combat gear. He gave a swift salute, as this was his cue. "Our defense budget is quite average. This leaves plenty of money for us to spend on opulent luxuries." He said this and held up a gold-colored empty chalice, which he pretended to sip red wine from. It wasn't really gold, but his people didn't know that.
"Our scientists have perfected the proper cooling systems to develop the Gatling Laser, the latest military weapons on Planet. Our engineers in this very city have two-hundred fifty men testing the prototypes. Soon our Penetrator rifles will become obsolete." He took another breath, glancing again at the recorder. "That is all for now. Uh... stay tuned for 'Why TDM Likes Airsoft Guns' ...hosted by Moose!. Goodbye, fellow fascists." He nodded. The recorder's shut themselves off, and he walked back wards with relief. He had finally gotten that off his to-do list. Now he could spend some time in the war room, to coordinate his troop's strike against the Communist resource centers.
The Taleworlds Communist Federation
State of the Union Address
Chief Plumber Rahn, as his people called him, massed a small contingent of Plumber Security around him. He stood on a simple wooden platform, which was inconvient for safety and security, but Rahn felt it brought him down at an equal level to his people. He skipped the festivities, his gaze wandering around the excited crowds in front of him, and the recorder-carrier who stood to his side, broadcasting his every motion to the unfortunate people who could not make it to the capital city of Mushroom Nest, where he gave his speech.
"Comrades, fellow plumbers, and security. On this day, the Communist people can claim to have the highest population on planet. Six thousand, nine hundred people can attest to being a plumber. No other nation we've encountered could even hope to match us in pure numbers." The workers in front of him erupted in a roar of cheering and applause at the good news. Rahn smiled, aware that his domain was one of the strongest to reckon with now. "Comrades, as you should know, our government policies are simple. We are a free willing and equal society. I am no better then all of you. My position as leader is merely to spearhead our road to glorious domination of this alien rock. We value survival above wealth. Life above power and ambition. Take pride in that."
The workers again cheered and applauded. "Our allies, the Steampunk Movement, have at last agreed to assist us in our struggles. Over the Northeastern border, Administrator Archonsod and his Legion of Law have taken heavy casualties against the superstitious McBevians, who have his lawmen against a wall. In exchange for solid commerce and a wealth of new technologies, ourselves and the Steampunk Movement have agreed to assist our neighbors against this threat. I trust we all shall have faith for our glorious forces, as they achieve victory once more."
The workers seemed less ecstatic this time, but still jubilant in their roaring cheer. "Comrade Temuzu has made many breakthroughs in science. We are now proud to say that we possess very advanced weapons as well as infrastructure. Our industry booms as our numbers increase."
He continued the speech, pride beginning to wash over him as well as his people.
The Turth Seekers
The Steampunk Movement
State of the Union Address
Emperor Pixel hated to leave his workshop. His scientists tended to be lazy and confused without him. He entrusted MaHud to keep them in line whilst Pixel left, but it wouldn't surprise him if MaHud simply invited all his friends to a party. Still, taking a tour of his capital city inside the Vinci One, his private transport vehicle, gave him a better view of his hard work. The Vinci One was fully equipped with Laser cannons as well as heavy machine guns, which brought back hazy memories of Earth before they were forced to leave. The Machine Gun's rattle triggered flashbacks of the 2nd Scottish War for Independance, during which the United Kingdom split up again due to global political turmoil. Free Scotland was the result, but it came at a high cost: an eight year long war with England and Wales. The memories of Nerve Gas aerial bombardment and synthmetal tanks rolling through Edinburgh's streets gave him a shudder.
He relaxed himself, and prepared to speak into the megaphone, which would send his godly word for miles. Holo-Book Recorders were still needed though, even his admittedly small borders were too large for his booming, powerful voice to command the minds of hundreds.
"Inventors, Engineers, Workers... hear me." He waited, as if awaiting the acknowledgement of his minions. "Our numbers grow and amass with each passing year. And, well, congratulations to many willing and unwilling mothers. Remember, another hand in the factories is another musket for the troops. Raise them well." He paused, waiting some more. "We have signed a Pact of Brotherhood with our Neighbors, Administrator Archonsod and Chief Plumber Rahn. As some may remember, Archonsod threatened us with powerful weapons about, oh, 60 years back. However, we have grown far superior armies, and the Administrator has requested our aid against his enemies the McBevians, who preach vile, medieval superstition that must be obliterated." He paused to catch his breath. "And we shall comply with this request. He offers nothing, but the spoils of war shall benefit our axis alliance far more than the McBevians."
His senior officer, John King(Jhnking), held a Combat Report in his hands, awaiting Pixel to finish. Pixel was impatient, however, and muted the megaphone. "What is it, John?" He inquired, bored. John held out the report. Pixel skimmed over it, while John began to speak, a bit apologetically. It annoyed Emperor Pixel. "We are currently training the troops to try and defend themselves better against the mind worms, but until we get better armor our troops get killed by them quite easily. Our weaponry will do for now on the main front I suppose though, Lord Pixel." Pixel nodded. "Agreed, John. Keep the training up."
His chief Military Advisor stood beside John, both of them wearing steam-power suits and a laser musket on their backs. Typical.
The McBevian Turth Seekers
State of the War Address
High Prophet McBeverage watched the video feed from the Frontlines at Archonsod Infantry Command. His soldiers were fanatical, and McBeverage smiled. The Turth had blessed them, and willed them the victory. His soldiers took cover in the siege trenches. Regimental Commander Bgfan was with his soldiers, loading an artillery battery alongside them. While McBeverage knew that they were taking blind shots into the city, the Lords of Turth would guide his powerful explosives into vital targets. This city WILL be his. Legion troops fought at the top of the walls, fighting off Seeker fanatical hordes by the skin of their teeth.
A Seeker Particle Beam rover skimmed by the wall, firing its dreadful energy at the tops of the perimeter defense. The Legion Marksmen were vaporised, though many more awaiting inside small crevices within the tall, impressive walls that surrounded all of Archonsod's cities. Laser fire ripped into the rover, tearing off a wheel. The rover screeched to a halt, piling up Planet's red earth until it stopped. Soldiers emerged from the hatches, donning their pressure suits so as to assure survival in the anoxic environment. They charged against the wall, tossing concussion grenades into a few crevices and firing up at the marksmen, suppressing them while Bgfan's artillery barrage battered down the gates.
The Seeker Prince, Evilknightz, nodded to Bgfan. He wore a full suit of Plasma Steel armor, designed both for show and for function. At all but point blank range, it could repel lasers and bullets alike. Evilknightz drew a saber, and yelled. He sprinted forth, the brave McBevian troops following behind and spraying forth, in a battle trance that no other nation could boast of.
Laser fire peppered down upon his troops, and McBeverage watched as a few soldiers died or got an arm ripped off from the blast. It brought little care in him, for the pride he had in his son's combat prowess took over all fear of defeat.
Legion troopers had formed a defensive wall within the insides, and fired organized volleys of lasers at the incoming hordes. McBeverage saw a laser's red bolt create a black scorch on Evilknightz' red and grey armor, but he seemed not to notice. Others behind him fell, still spraying against the wall. The two sides began to close on eachother, bayonets and knifes drawn, dotting the other with laser and particle beam fire. A melee ensued. McBeverage smiled. The city would be his.
Archonsod Legion of Law
State of the Union Address
Administrator Archonsod sat before a holo-map, showing the present battle. A video feed was in a small sub-screen. Archonsod watched, hoping to see any sign at all of victory. A fierce melee ensued between his Legion infantry and the fanatical Turth Seekers. He closely watched a Legion soldier clad the standard issue Plasma Plate armor.
It reminded him of late medieval knights, and their shiny metal armor that was very powerful for the time. However, Plasma steel was far stronger then iron. Traditional bullets would have no hope of piercing it, and even lasers and particle beams would have some trouble. Still, the melee brought on heavy casualties for his side. His soldiers were losing morale, and the Turth Seeker army would simply never lose faith.
Around him, his senior officers and military advisors watched too, some faces indifferent, others horrified. Valmy crossed his arms, looking anxious. "Master, the Legion Forces are faltering. We must fall back." Archonsod looked at him, almost an angry glare, silent. He nodded. "Yes, I would pull back by this point. But these troops are defending a city, you see." Valmy nodded in agreement. Moderator Tuckles put in his word. "Our troops can hold them, if we can trick them into a full-on Urban warfare. I shall command from there on out. We will make them fight for every damn inch of Legion territory, sir."
Archonsod glanced to him. "While that is certainly an option, leading into total urban warfare would merely result in massive civilian casualties. If we win this battle, I want to be able to still have a working city."
Tuckles began to protest, but then remembered Archonsod's strict rule, and his main phrase. He cared little for Military Plans unless he approved of them. And he would never approve them unless the people mentioning them had a Red Flag insignia beneath their respective nametags.
Archonsod nodded to himself. "We wait. Commander Sushiman will muster the defense. Make it clear that this battle is a Death before Dishonor policy. Any and all deserters, including Sushiman himself, will be shot if they attempt to retreat."
Sushiman silently approved. "Yes, master." He got up from his seat, and headed out the Council chambers, escorted by two armed guards.
The Majhudeenian Maggots
State of the Union Address
Majhudeen threw the Turth Seeker prisoner across the room. He landed face first with a crack and a thud against the stone floors. "Listen to me, maggot. I want you to tell me all the details you know of your war against the Legion. Maybe then I'll be a bit merciful." Two guards rushed in with traditional SMG's, with stern faces that reeked of concern. They must've heard the loud sound of Majhudeen's rage. Majhudeen was very buff, and while these two soldiers would not be able to restrain him, they had orders to warn Majhudeen against being a bit excessive with his torture. After all, you can't get information from a dead man.
"Sir, me and Al'Jufad believe you are being too rough, sir." A soldier said. He stood tall and was quite muscular himself, but it was more lean and distributed more evenly. His eyes stared blankly forward, feet together, fearless even though resisting a powerful, muscular man. A golden result of Majhudeen's strict discipline, training, and militaristic society.
Majhudeen nodded. "Acknowledged. Now leave." His troops saluted and marched out the door, leaving Majhudeen to his work.
He lifted the Turth Seeker over his head. His face was covered with cut marks and bruises. The rest of his body was frail and weak after weeks of starvation. But nothing could coax him. He resisted every torture tactic Majhudeen threw at him. He was near silent the entire time, resisting pain with an iron will. Surely a result of McBevian fanaticism. Majhudeen gave up for today, and threw him down against the ground. He spat in his face and promptly left the room, needing something to cool him down.
He sighed. The Turth Seekers possessed far better weapons. Their army was nearly a hundredfold of the Maggots. The Maggots, however, despite using old-fashioned gunpowder based assault rifles and SMGs were able to hold off the Turth Seeker encroachments and even push them back. Majhudeenian soldiers were not fanatical by any means, but their rigorous training gave them hardened discipline and a love for victory. No laser, no plasma steel, no superstitious beliefs could change nor surpass that. Majhudeen nodded to his guards, and they escorted him to the war room.
The Taleworlds Fascist Empire
The war room was a central, circular building which laid at the very center of TDM's palace. It was connected to every other room in the palace, so as to make quick response to emergencies from both TDM and his advisors and generals. Tall Synthmetal pillars held up an impressive dome, which was made of glass as to allow Centauri A's mellow light in. Each pillar had a Fascist flag draped on it, and a bodyguard standing at attention beneath them. Situated in the room's center, was a round holo-table surrounded by chairs. At each chair was a keypad, so his henchmen could manipulate the map and zoom in on particular objects to aid them in battle advising.
The room was an uproar of activity. The advisors and generals spoke among themselves, ecstatic for the upcoming raid. TDM simply grunted an expressively loud "Ahem..." which was followed by shocked silence. "Take your seats, gentlemen." TDM sat in the Head Chair, which was higher above the ground and larger than the other council chairs.
A breathtaking view of Centauri ocean appeared on a display above the holo-table. TDM spoke. "Private Burgess, please confirm your helmet cam is working." He said, following basic mandate. A voice came back, nervous. "Uh, yes sir. All systems green." The display spinned around, and revealed a squad of Fascist soldiers traversing the water in a small airboat, relaxed and chatting amongst themselves. "Confirmed, Burgess. Proceed..."
The airboat continued its journey for a few minutes. Burgess occasionally spoke with his fellow men at arms, about home, women, and the mission. TDM and his advisors watched in silence. Eventually, the horizon formed itself into a dark, red shape. The soldiers donned their pressure helmets, which allowed them to survive on Chiron without the side effects associated with taking in an extremely high amount of nitrogen. Many early colonists died of this before discovering this fact. Death was not immediate; there was enough oxygen in the air to keep someone going, but there were many anoxic environments on Chiron which could cause fatalities.
The dark shape loomed closer, and it became clear that it was land. The airboat crashed up against the shore, the whirring of its fission plant engine ceased. The soldiers disembarked on a small ramp. Burgess' rifle appeared on screen, scanning the area alongside his troops. Once the area was clear, Burgess' voice came over the communications link. "Area clear, sir, awaiting orders."
TDM took in a sigh. "Proceed."
The Taleworlds Communist Federation
"Rahn, Sensor Array #32a has detected unknown frequencies in the highlighted area." A female voice announced as Rahn skimmed over the data reports. Something unidentified was operating down on his Southern coast, and exchanging communications with a source. But all his data interception attempts turned up negative, possibly due to jamming. Whoever was commencing this operation wanted it secret.
"Send a few dozen Militia in that direction, computer." Rahn ordered it, and the computer obliged. A few red circles appeared on the map, running down to the site. "Order them to use discretion." He added.
Rahn took notice of several Purple dots in his city as well. "Steampunk soldiers." He thought to himself, remembering the alliance he had formed with the Steampunk Movement. Pixel's vision of a Steam-powered world was ambitious, but it also brought him a powerful economy and industry, and these were things that Rahn's people also embraced.
He recalled Pixel requesting his soldiers to stop and rest at Capitalism's Fall, and Rahn had no problem with it. He wondered idly if Pixel was receiving similar data feeds.
A video link from an aerial sensor gave a close up bird's eye view of it all. His militia were closing in on the position. They carried laser rifles and wore little armor, but that was little of Rahn's concern. The militia walked along, seeming almost calm and triumphant. Suddenly the sharp hum of a Particle Beam cut through the air, and a yellow line headed straight towards a Militiaman. His entire upper body blew into pieces, while his legs stumbled forwards.
The other militiamen were startled immediately, and began firing wildly into the surrounding area. Rahn watched in despair as an easily recognizable Nerve Gas Pod exploded in the middle of their group. The militia went down shaking, seeing terrible hallucinations and being paralyzed in all but critical body functions.
Rahn made a communications link to the militia group. "Report in. I repeat, if you can, report in." He heard his own voice come back to him through the UAV's view, which flew short to the ground. It's camera peered closely at its surroundings until a lavishly dressed man grabbed the camera and ripped it out. The UAV fell over, whilst the Camera, somehow in still working condition, gazed its finely tuned eyes into the soldier's face. The video feed ended there.
Rahn contemplated this for a moment, thinking of what to do and how to handle this new threat. The female voice began its announcement again. "Rahn, civilian mining shafts are reporting that they are under attack. All garrison within the area has been neutralized and the civvies are in panic."
Rahn nodded. "Send in a few Rovers. Order them to attack relentlessly. I trust rovers are sealed against Nerve Gas, correct?"
The Computer sent binary codes across a display before turning up a solution. "Affirmative."
Rahn watched in anticipation as his Laser equipped rovers began speeding to the area.
-Teh Turth Seekers-
The Steampunk Movement
John burst into Pixel's private chambers, for about the eighth damn time. Pixel woke up from a deep sleep, almost tranced in a hazy view of the world in front of him. It was daytime, but Pixel had spent all night long yesterday with mundane negotiations and war plans. He needed some rest. "Sir! Sir! Combat!" John cried, his eyes wide and his hair mussed from hours of work. "Theres been combat between an unknown party and our allies."
Pixel's eyes too, widened, and he grabbed the combat report. He skimmed over it. At coordinates 45,78 on the Global map, combat operations were initiated against Communist forces, as observed by Steampunk soldiers stationed in Capitalism's Fall.
Pixel got up from bed, and grabbed his laser pistol that he kept under his pillow at all times.
Revilo joined the two as they walked into the Diplomacy room, which was a simple chair in front of a Global Commlink, which enabled him to contact any nation's leader provided he knew their commlink frequencies and they allowed him to speak.
"Patch me through to Rahn." Revilo nodded and sat in the operations chair and dabbled in the frequency. Rahn's face appeared on the screen.
"Hello again, Emperor Pixel. I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment, and while I will surely listen to you, Pact Brother, please make this quick as I'm very busy."
Pixel nodded. "Yes, I think we detected the same thing. Is that task you're preoccupied with have anything to do with some sort of attack?"
Rahn glanced at something to his left, then back to Pixel. "Yes. Perhaps your soldiers detected it. I've never seen these particular weapons before... they look like Particle Beam rifles, but they shoot too damn fast for such energy to be cooled down. I suspect we are looking at new technology."
Pixel studied the combat report again. "I agree. No present knowledge of physics could possibly justify Particle Beam weapons shooting as fast as you claim, without cooling systems far beyond our current capabilities."
Rahn glanced back again. "Its more then just these new weapons. They utilize Nerve Gas in unbelievable droves. Its as if every soldier has a Nerve Gas Pod launcher. My... my troops..."
Pixel thought a moment. "I'm willing to devote my nearby forces to your aid. I want to capture these weapons, and then perhaps Mahud can take a look at them. If we can replicate it, we may be able to turn the tide against the Turth Seekers."
Rahn nodded. "Agreed, Pixel. Send your troops quickly. My rovers don't stand a chance against this new weapon."
Pixel gestured for Revilo to give the order. He nodded silently and left the room to the Command Center.
"Goodbye Rahn. Let us hope these turn of events bodes well."
Rahn gestured. "Goodbye."
-Archonsod's Legion of Law-
McBeverage watched the video feed further. The McBevians had largely overcome the garrison, and his Seeker infantry prowled the streets, hunting for resistance. Legion Civilians scattered, and ran back to the central Keep in the center of the city. At least, it reminded McBeverage of the stone keeps that served as a last line of defense in Medieval Earth, before they were adopted again in several city-states, during the last few years of Earth. Archonsod seemed to keep the traditional Earth design, which was heavily fortified and militarized. Every city was a fortress, although unlike Earth new weapons had been developed by the Centauri-borns, which far outclassed anything imaginable to an inhabitant back home at the time.
He paused. Home.
The word seemed to resonate in his mind, triggering deep memories of about a hundred and ten years ago. Earth, 2057. He remembered the burning rings of fire that described Earth's cities. The tantalizing grip of nuclear detonations as the ship left Earth, hoping for a new world. But this world had changed little. McBeverage watched the video feed with a small tinge of disgust. This battle, besides the fact that the weapons were far more advanced, looked the exact same as Earth's final years. Tanks, or rather Rovers in this case, rolling through the streets, shooting down random buildings and putting up a fireworks show. Infantry engaging in open firefights in the streets, whilst civilians ran in panic. But he fought his disgust, remembering that the Turth Lords knew what was best for humanity, no matter what extent this may entail.
Part 3 is on Page 16.Part 4 is on Page 19.Part 5 is on Page 22.Part 6 is on Page 26.Part 7 is on Page 28.Part 8 is on Page 33.Part 9 is on Page 36.Part 10 is on Page 37.Part 11 is on Page 41.Pixel will obviously win.
The garrison in Archonsod's 2nd main base had fallen. The rest were retreating, the civvies were dying in hordes, and his buildings were being put to the torch. His men had fought hard, but nonetheless the Turth Seekers had overcome the defense. Legion and Turth Seeker alike laid lifeless in the fields, the streets, the walls, and in buildings. So many had died... but for what purpose? Medieval superstition and fanatical fundamentalist propaganda sprang to mind. Archonsod and his advisors decided to be optimistic, however.
"We may be able to muster a force and take it back." Valmy said, his arms crossed.
Archonsod rubbed his chin, trying to recall the amount of recruits and weaponry he could conjure up from his bases. "May work," he said, nodding to himself.
Valmy glanced at the battle map. "If we can wait for our allies to come to our aid, we can coordinate an attack alongside them, and maybe even liberate it from the Seeker's grasp."
Archonsod protested, "No. We can't hold them off that long. Rahn's troops were already up here, but they are pulling back for some bloody reason. Steampunk soldiers are still skirt-chasing in the Communist settlements. By the time they get here, this city will be a smoldering pile of ruins and corpses."
Valmy nodded. "But if we remind our allies of the dangerous implications of the situation, surely they will come to our aid much quicker. Without us to stand in the way, the bullet would hit them."
Archonsod pondered that for a moment, staring blankly down at his touchpanel. "Do you all approve?" He inquired, looking up. His advisors nodded in accordance. "Contact Rahn and Pixel then. Lie a little if you have too. We need assistance."
Anyway, basically I have created all these custom factions, and spent some time to balance them out appropriately. Any of the above factions can gain total dominance of Planet, though the struggle will be desperate. I will play through this game from the Steampunk Movement point of view, and document my campaign as the Taleworlds groups struggle for power.
Also take a guess at who will win. Might as well, right?
Want to show your support for a faction? Here's your chance!