Excerpt from '1984: Year of the Abandoned Nation' by Reuger Kalgante

After the conquering of Happy Tree Land in 1984, the most violent purge began in history. Philosophers and scholars have labeled this state of violent mass killings 'Genoiphonos'[1], and have called for moral actions against the Tiger Empire. The uneasy peace between the Squirrel Republic and Tiger Empire means any attempt to retake Happy Tree Land will quickly resurrect The Most Violent Tiger-Squirrel War.

In Happy Tree friends, a Roman Royalty style purge occurred when it came to controllers of Happy Tree Land, or Heppi Arbia, as the Tigers called it. The First Rikesprotector, Prinna Katzchen, daughter of the Tiger General and sister of then General K. Katzchen, was shot in the back of the head in her motorcar by her charge, Komei Kalgante. Komei herself was poisoned with Warafin by her peers. Lieutenant Thorn rose to power, only be shot in the back. It was not the bullet that killed her, but the doctor's contimination of her internal organs that did her in.[2]

Desmond Jazed arose to The Rikesprotector position, becoming reclusive and paranoid as a leader. The Fascist Leader of Heppi Arbia managed to ward off any assassination attempts because of either sheer luck, or his trusted Desert Eagle named 'Pol Pot'[3]. Stalinesque leadership with his wonderful liberal British Anarchist undertone meant hell for those in Heppi Arbia.

Refugees claim slavery is alive and well, as well as Comfort Women and Execution without Trial. Such practices were observed when Heppi Arbia's Massive wall rose up at it's border. A reccurring phrase in the refugee's stories are 'Drawstring Lamps'. They were all too shocked to reveal what the meaning of 'drawstring lamps', and it shall remain a mystery until one Arbanian steps forward to reveal it's true meaning.

One could only imagine such conditions the Former Happy Tree Landers are under, Survivors recall shantytowns, where water, food, and heat are rationed out based on the hard work that said person has done. Once in a while, the Rikesprotector comes into the towns to take Young Men and Women to a camp. There are social castes based on birth; If you are born to a farmer, you grow up to farm. Soldiers are born Soldiers.

General Midnight only knows what goes on behind the Heppi Arbanian Wall.


Kurt paddles for his life, hoping not to garner the attention of the Soldiers prowling the shoreline. He would most certainly be shot, should he come ashore. Then again, there were Snakehead Fish in the River...what would happen if he was too far from the shore?

The thought brought a horrid feeling from his heart. His Heart leapt into his throat, and sweat ran down his forehead. THUMP THUMP-THUMP THUMP! Could the Guards hear it? Kurt could hear it. Such hatred in it's beats it almost seemed to praying to kill Kurt as to end the suffering. T'was defeaning.

He placed his foot down upon the murky bottom, only reaching it with his toes before his nose was swamped. The Spotlights passed over him. It wasn't uncommon to find a body or two in the River Kuai[4], so Kurt had just barely escaped the hands of the enemy. For Now.

He let his foot release his tenuous tether to the bottom, he inaudibly paddled to shore. slapping his hands against the sanbar, he silently applauded his effort to escape.

CLICK-CLICK!

Kurt turned up to behold a gun pointed directly at his eye.

BANG!


Toothy turned to the window, made from plastic Cuddles pulled from the River Kuai. Although it was filtered, and oblique, the picture told the horrific story.

The Soldier was hanging a new Lamp up on the streetside post...


OTL Word, Genocide is a combination of Greek 'Geno-' meaning race, and the Latin '-cide' which means killings. In this timeline, it is entirely Greek.

2. Each of the Temporary Rikesprotectors, which is a play on Reichsprotektor in Nazi Germany, died in a Manner pertaining to Leaders in OTL: JFK; Stalin; James A. Garfield.

3. Remember who Americans were fighting in 'Nam?

!...Madness! It's an obvious movie reference, a Classic one at that.

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