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Aph Prussia

The Danish Empire

In the mid-21st century, a brilliant but disillusioned strategist and historian meets an untimely end, only to awaken in a world he has only studied. He is now Christian Eskildsen, an 18-year-old Danish Baron in the year 1864, a time of profound crisis for Denmark as it reels from a devastating defeat against Prussia and Austria. While he inherits the Baron’s memories and language, he retains the full force of his own intellect, personality, and—most crucially—his encyclopedic knowledge of the next 150 years of history. He sees the grim future awaiting his new homeland: a slow decline into European obscurity, a minor power perpetually overshadowed by its aggressive neighbors. But within this grim reality, he also sees a singular, audacious opportunity. Armed with the knowledge of future technologies, untapped global resources, and the fatal political missteps of his rivals, Christian rejects the path of quiet survival. He resolves to accomplish the impossible. Starting with the modernization of his small barony, Christian begins a ruthless and calculated campaign to seize the levers of national power. His goal is absolute: to dismantle the fragile Danish democracy, establish a powerful and efficient Absolute Monarchy loyal to his vision, and launch Denmark into the great game of nations. He will use his foresight to claim resource-rich colonies in Africa and Asia, build a navy to rival the great powers, and forge a Danish Empire strong enough to secure its destiny against the rising tide of a new, brutal age of imperialism. The Danish Empire is a saga of relentless ambition, political realism, and strategic genius. It chronicles the journey of a man caught between ages, who must wrestle with the morality of becoming a conqueror to save a nation, and who is willing to pay any price in iron, salt, and blood to carve his empire upon the map of the world
ZenTheBest · 93.7K Views

Take This Waltz - Countryhumans

Some things have always been hard to imagine. Like the words, "never again," for example. Certain things are hard to imagine yourself without. Certain people are hard to imagine yourself without. The year is 1879... The cobblestone streets see the bustle of carriages and the clop of horse hooves. The Beethoven music drifts through the air out of the concert halls. Everyday life seems to be just fine for the young German Empire, who's got a good heart, but he's kind of an asshole. Just 8 years ago marked the date when his father Prussia allowed him to rule some of his land. He knew he was blessed that his relationship with his father did not entail wars or revolutions like many of the other countryhumans he had heard of, but his fathers minimalist relationship with him made him feel an uncomfortable emptiness within him. And with the whole deal of his country-ness, many people felt as if they couldn't approach him. The business with his Kaisers and officials were strictly professional, so the German Empire found himself seeking company. One day in the beautiful city of Vienna he found himself at a palace banquet. As the orchestra begins to play a slow waltz he makes a choice that will change everything. But the future is often uncertain, and unfortunately Europe has trouble keeping the peace for long. Somehow it only took a single Serbian Nationalist to ruin everything. A single regular human to let all hell loose. To start... WWI
Aava_Schu · 19.5K Views

Posy to Abelard

Posy has bad dreams. Very, very bad dreams. Her latest nightmare consists of cannibal teenagers, a burning manor, a Spanish circus and mediaeval Prussia. And everywhere she turns inside of this dream, she hears the name of Abelard. And the more she learns of him, in her efforts to crawl back to consciousness, the more she realises she's not dreaming at all. This is all quite real, and possibly the realest she's ever felt. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Casimir took a step forward. I took one back. “Don’t,” I began, and pulled out a knife, which I’d also stolen. “Come any closer.” He put up his hands. “Posy. We’re here to help you.” “You chased me through the woods!” I almost shrieked. “You were yelling at me!” “If you’d just stopped, we would have talked this out. Nice and slow.” “I don’t know where I am,” my voice shook, and I willed it to stop. “Or what year it is, I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve done to me in the past few days. I don’t trust any of you.” “We’re not the cult,” the black-haired man said. His brown eyes were firm. “We’re just a circus, we travel and we perform. That’s it.” “I know how you treat girls in these times,” I retorted. “I know what you do to women. They’re weak and breakable and stupid, and I know what you were trying to do to me.” The man raised an eyebrow. “And what’s that?”
blondbyfrank0cean · 2.4K Views
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