The Iron Republic
"Factory-engines roar like false lions. Blood thunders in the dock-pipes. Crimson lightning skitters across the deck, leaps to the rail, coils there like a cat. The city is reflected in glassy-calm harbour water: the citizens there have the heads of dogs and serpents."
"Hell has brought freedom to the Iron Republic: freedom from all laws, even those of nature."[1]
The Iron Republic is a province governed by Hell located south of London. The laws here from the societal to the physical change daily, so the region is in a constant state of chaos.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Today in the Iron Republic...[edit | edit source]
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– it is truly a new era for us all! A star has risen from below the ground, melting and burning, and I have just found out that water can melt. It doesn't make much sense. Anyway, fiery, melted water now covers every centimetre of the Republic's territory. Good thing my boots shrank this morning; otherwise I would have suffered the same fate as those who decided to go out with their soles covered today. They evaporated instantly, and are now gradually precipitating as very sad and green snowflakes. I am absolutely sure they will be fine though; as people say: "There's nothing that coffee from the House of Milks can't fix." Oh, they don't say that; that's actually a Market of Hungers promotion screaming inside my head. Anyway, the dragon is right there and ready, so I can have a drink at my leisure.
By Observator42
