A Charismatic Intro

DISCLAIMER: This fanfic takes place entirely in the universe of "Kaiserreich," a mod for Hearts of Iron 4. The Kaiserreich universe belongs to the developers of the mod, and only the characters and plotlines I create belong to me. (The historical characters themselves don't belong to me, of course!)

Hearts of Iron 4 itself belongs to Paradox Interactive.

But anyway, please enjoy, compadre!

10-20-36: New York City

AHEM. This is my diary. Comfy, eh? I know, people might never find this garbage, but just in case, and for my own spurious motives, I'm writing it. Who knows, maybe someday I can sell it off for a couple hundred bucks as my memoirs for some quick cash. That sound good, huh? Could be helpful in the rancid shithole of an economy the good ol' US of A is embroiled in right now.

Eh, you didn't take a gander at my magnificent work for some crass social commentary. That's what subtext is for!

Let's get to the point. Some quick credentials, why not?

Name: Richard Dale Sinclair. Fancy, ain't it?

Nationality: American, but my very lifeblood hails from the European lands of Britain and Germany. Ascertaining that, it's a goddamn mystery what skin color I have.

Political Affiliation: Well, if the Syndicalists really want to hear it, I'm a Social Liberal. Yes, execute me for treason, I know.

Who knew that supporting civil rights and full justice under the law for everyone in this nation would turn out to be a good idea, yet one that no one can get around to since it's far easier to stamp your piss-covered boots down the throats of minorities?

America: the united nation of equality and racial tremor. Majestic.

Oh, and yeah, I also think that the government should actually work to ensure that poor people, y'know, have a chance of subsisting at livable conditions and not living in a hellhole of economic desperation and squalor for their whole lives. I'm not into the whole "wealth redistribution!" and "dictatorship of the proletariat!" schtick as those god-forsaken Syndies, but sure, I think it's fair if Industrial Tyrant Joe got poached of his petty profits a tad to share the wealth after all the poaching he's done of this country's wellbeing.

Gender: Male, duh. You think Rick's a girl's name? I'd beg to differ, personally, but to each their own.

State: New York. The land where the Yankees dominate Baseball and men in trench coats and fedoras try to rip you off big time. Also, there's a shit-ton of social uproar and workers' riots happening on the daily.

Not too important.

Age: 24. Been two years since my time circulating in the plush hedge gardens of the Ivy League ended. 

How unique: a middle-upper-class intellectual fighting for the rights of the poor and fledgling masses of society. I wish, anyway. 

Nickname: call me Rick. Or Rich. Whichever you deem more acceptable in your weird social circles. I prefer the intrepid, machismo allure of Rick, thank you very much.

So, yeah, I hope the blokes (as they used to say in England before that island turned red as a fucking pimple) that read this have a wonderful time. Or a terrible time. Whichever suits your fancy in life, I suppose!