Redistani Life
Redistani Life
If you're a new player, Reborn's setting can be somewhat daunting to get into. With a focus on allowing players to expand the world of Redistan, getting into the game now can be overwhelming as there is simply so much to learn. You should always ask someone in game to educate you on something if you don't know, especially the wealthy and noble. They're well educated and often willing to share that knowledge. The tourists, especially.
However, you or others might feel it is somewhat 'immersion' breaking when you don't understand basic facts about the setting. As such, this page serves to introduce some of the commonly known truths of Redistan. This is not an exhaustive list, the only way to know everything is to go out and learn it yourself.
The Primer
In the times before, GREAT LEADER brought upon Redistan a glorious triumph. A society stuck entirely underground for all of recorded history, unable to face the shame of the blue sky above, finally triumphing over nature itself by blocking out the disgusting skies above with thick layers of ashen smoke. The very light in the air turned a glorious deep red under The Cloud's watchful gaze. The people of Redistan could finally marvel at the wonders of the surface without distress. This short period of the colonisation of New Redistan was quickly disturbed by the calls of war. Blusnia could not bare to see the very light itself turn red. All out war was waged over the surface. Conscripts were raised. The Redcoat and Bluecoat armies marched on one another, signalling the beginning of the Great War for the Surface, a 16 year period of devastating trench warfare that ended in a crushing defeat for Blusnia, with a 46% battle loss rate. Attrition had taken its toll and Blusnia retreated back to its core territories, leaving the colonists of New Redistan to recuperate their losses from the war.
The Interwar period was long and fraught with conflict. Without full mobilisation, border conflicts were constant and unending. Neither side dared do more than probe the other, testing their weakness. Although the constant ash cloud enveloping New Redistan actively shredded the engines of any Blusnian bombers stupid enough to get close, the Blusnian shelling campaigns proved an unending source of stress for the colonists. Despite their constant adversity, the wonders of surface life were simply too many to give up. Real flour, real milk, real sunlight! It all seared their underground-accustomed eyes and skin in the most unimaginably perfect way possible. 44 years passed without major conflict. The death tolls climbed, the colonists lost much, but neither side would mobilise. The patch of uninhabitable land that was the New Redistani/Blusnian border, once a small gash of scar tissue in the land, barely wider than a billboard, had now grown to over 500 metres across. Forgotten soldiers, lost helmets, discarded landmines and failed bombs littered the lands between. The fields served as a museum, showcasing the slow but steady improvements both nations had made to their arsenals over the past four decades. Each side was no longer reliant on ancient surplus, but had instead constructed designs of their own. One contemporary soldier was now equivalent in firepower to ten Great War soldiers.
Redistan, having now come close to depleting the forests of New Redistan, was sure to face a crisis. Without unending material to burn, The Cloud would surely break up! The horror of the blue sky above would reveal itself once more! With science being too slow to answer, there was only one choice. The disgusting emerald jungles of the filthy wine drinking, snail and cheese eating Greenlanders. The giant Greenland trees would be brought back and incinerated. The Redistanis had exploited the wood of the roots for so long. Now they could finally take the trunks. Whatever they couldn't take back, they would raze. Greenland was rife with vibrant Green foliage, rich Blue skies and clear, deep azure water. It was something out of a horror book. From the Redcoats army, a sizeable division of patriots willing to endure the torture of the blue sky were sent to reclaim the jungle for Redistan. With captured Blusnian tilt-rotors, now finally usable when not in an airspace of pure ash, the loyal 5th & 4th Volunteer Redistani Patriot Divisions made their way onward to a self-assured victory, flanked by napalm dropping Redistani tilt-rotors, flying low enough to trim the hedges. Typically neutral to both, sharing a border with the New Redistanis had made the Greenlanders paranoid. Decades of preparation and training for an invasion by an overwhelming force, as well as begrudging proxy support from the Blusnian government in the form of trainers and munitions, made the Greenland war from a patriotic stomp to a devastating crawl through thousands of miles of infested jungle, both bug and frog.
The Truths
- The Redcoat Army (or, Redcoats) was the standing army of Redistan during the Great Wars. Disbanded after the Great Triumph, after which all of Redistan's enemies were no longer.
- The Peace Corps: The internal volunteer army of Redistan. Currently the largest branch of the military, serving as both a martial police force and loyalist infantry force against the Separatists. Members of the Peace Corps are known as Peacekeepers.
- The Separatists: A term that loosely groups hundreds of individual schools of thought. Some believe the government isn't cruel enough. Others want independence to form a Red state of their own. Some are just plain insane. They all have one thing in common, though. They all eat babies.
The Date
To be written up
