Hello all, and welcome to what will hopefully be my second successful story. Please don't forget to leave reviews, so I know what y'all are thinking and how I can improve my writing. I think I have done enough blabbing, so let's journey to the Prologue.

Nation Name: The Pridelands

Location: Central and Eastern Europe, Sicily (Claimed but uncontrolled. Land controlled by PHD (Pridelands Hammer of Democracy) Movement)

Population: 101.3 Million

Language: Southern US English

Head of State: King Mufasa II

Head of Government: King Mufasa II

Type of Government: Totalitarian Dictatorship/Absolute Hereditary Monarchy

Economy: Lumber, Mining, Manufacturing (All State Controlled)

Capital: Pride Rock

Literacy Rate: 93%

Life Expectancy: 48 Years

Largest City: Pride Rock (Pop. 11.27 Million)

Other Major Cities: Prague, Vienna, Innsbruck, Nuremburg, Berlin, Warsaw (Claimed but uncontrolled. City in control of the Polish Independence Movement), Budapest, Zagreb, Palermo (Currently under siege by Pridelands Hammer of Democracy)

HDI: 75.5 (Medium)

Most Similar To: Democratic People's Republic of Korea

Military: Red Army Reborn (200,000 Troops), Red Naval Force (100,000 Troops), Airmen of the People (50,000 Troops), Red Marines (30,000 Troops)

All information from the United States of America Nation Database. No current monitoring of device, all data secure.

The sun shone brightly over the city of Pride Rock. Yellow-Orange rays illuminated the struggling metropolis. Grass was non-existent, but the roads were not well paved, evidenced by the many cracks. All of the buildings were grey and dull, many of them slowly crumbling to ruins. There were not many stores, and the ones that existed were closed. Their signs were fading, but the words were still easily readable.

The King's Diner

Furniture of the Kingdom

Mufasa's Hardware

Royal Grocers

Thousands of Pridelanders wandered through the city streets, slowly making their way to the center of the city. The appearance of these people gave obvious clues to what their everyday life was. Their clothes were tattered, and some did not even have clothes, only rags patched together by strings made of human hair. Many of them had an eye-patch, and a lack of medical care led to rampant blindness. These people did not eat well, and bines were evident on many of them. Thirty-year old women had wrinkles and white hair. The only sounds you could hear were those of footsteps and screaming children. As the procession approached the center-city, the appearance drastically changed.

The grey, dull, and crumbling poverty was suddenly replaced with glass super-tall structures that reached up into the heavens. The streets were clean, and the sidewalks lined with shops. At every street, glamorous fountains were used as signs, and beautiful imagery of the king's heroics was displayed on all of the buildings. The procession stopped at the tallest building in the city. The king's palace stood 3200 feet tall, and had 214 stories. On the 33rd floor, a large balcony was available to serve as a lookout center for the royal family.

The king, Mufasa II, came out on to the balcony in full royal garb. His queen, Saravi, stood next to him with her head bowed submissively. The people stood looking up, waiting for the king to speak. Eventually, he began.

"Why are you still standing? Why do you look me in the eye? Bow your heads, get on your knees, submit to me!"

Mufasa sighed. Two soldiers came on to the balcony, holding the nation's flag. The flag had a black background, with a golden lion covering most of the foreground. Surrounding the lion, were eight red stars. The king continued.

"Today is the day that you will meet your future king, ruler, and overlord. Y'all will treat him with the same respect as y'all do me. When you see him, you will treat him better than your own child, as he is more powerful, and important than the filth that you spawn. I present to you, my son, Simba."

An elderly priest slowly proceeded to the balcony, holding Simba in his arms. The priest walked to the edge, and held out Simba for the world to see. One man in the crowd was not so thrilled. He stopped bowing, and stood up. "This is infamy! You are a disgrace to humanity, and I wish you were never born! Down with the monarchy!"

Mufasa, for several moments, said or did nothing. Eventually, and still silent, he reached into his cloak and pulled out a pistol. Raising it, he shot the man who dare question him. With a thunderous roar, the king said, "You are dismissed! All caught out after dark will meet the same fate as this rebel." With that, he stormed back into the skyscraper he called his palace.

In the 154th floor of the said skyscraper, a man sat in thought by his holo-televison, which displayed an image of the fire. This was the only man in Pride Rock who did not attend the presentation. He was also the only one who could get away with it. The elevator in his room opened.

"What can I do for you Zazu?"

"Taka, you've outdone yourself this time. How could you miss the presentation?"

"I will not submit to that tyrant of a brother."

"Well he's coming, so prepare your plea for innocence."

With that statement, Zazu turned around and stormed back into the elevator. It was 3 hours before Mufasa made his grand entrance into the apartment. "My wife and I didn't see you groveling like the other worthless peasants. Would you please care to explain?" Taka glared at his brother. "I will not grovel before either of you before democracy and welfare are restored to this country. You abuse your power Mufasa, and I don't like it!"

Mufasa smirked. "My brother the idealist. What a pathetic sight it is to see you try to dictate how I should run MY country." His face darkened, and grew much more intense. "If you ever do something like that, I will make the last minutes of your life an endless stream of pain and torture." He slowly strutted back to the elevator, and walked inside. Once his brother was out of earshot, Taka said. "Why do I hold off my asylum in America? Why do I even try to reason with him?" Taka sighed deeply, and slumped back into his recliner.

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