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THE ETERNAL LEADER OF CITY 25
LORD OF 34 AND 51
MARSHAL KIM JONG-IL WISE LEADER,
GREAT LEADER,
THE SHINING SUN OF SONGUN, THE GREAT EXTINGUISHER
DIRECTIVE 191 - DEGENERATES LEAD THE SLAVES TO REVOLT IN OUR NORTHERN ZONES. THE THRALLS HAVE BEEN SEDUCED INTO THEIR GRASP. STERILIZE THE FIELDS!
ENSURE THE SUPREME LEADER'S NAME IS THE LAST THEY UTTER!
DEATH TO CAPITALISTS!
DEATH TO THE JAPANESE!
DEATH TO THE AMERICANS!
DEATH TO ANTI-UNIONISTS!
DEATH TO DEGENERATES!
DEATH TO CHILD WORSHIPPERS AND ALL THE ENEMIES OF IMMORTALITY!
THE ETERNAL REVOLUTION CONTINUES! Where are you, dear Marshal? Why has Earthly love vanished?
최고 지도자의 의지는 여전히 최고입니다!
CITY 25 PYONGYANG, SECTOR SEVEN 'THE HUMAN FACTORY'
<:: ACCESSING INFORMATION DATABASE ::>
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<:: ACCESSED ::>
CITIZEN POPULATION: 77,583 DENIZEN POPULATION: 1.784 MILLION AND CONSTANTLY FLUCTUATING
CITY OBJECTIVE: EXTERMINATION VIA FORCED LABOR
NEXUS LOCATION: RYUGYONG HOTEL
NON-COHESIVE WORK-FORCE EXTERMINATION: 119.42 MILLION DENIZENS EXTERMINATED SINCE 2004
OFFICIAL BENEFACTOR PARTY: WORKER'S PARTY OF KOREA, 100% CITIZEN MEMBERSHIP
OFFICIAL CIVIL UNION: SECTOR SEVEN TRADE CONGRESS
OFFICIAL DENIZEN STATUS: FOREIGN DISSIDENT COHESION SYSTEM IN PLACE SINCE 2009 HUMAN AUXILLARIES: KOREAN PEOPLE'S ARMY (98% OF CITIZEN WORKFORCE)
SECTOR PROTECTION STATUS: ARMED COLLABORATORS, MINIMAL OVERWATCH PRESENCE
CIVIL PROTECTION ACT: UNENFORCED
CITY HISTORY
The last Korean who refused to collaborate perished in the winter of 2009. During the Second Arduous March, over twenty-two million North Korean peasants, workers and soldiers were systematically enslaved and worked to death in order to fulfill the quotas and ideals proposed by the Combine. The North Korean Elite consisted of some of the most vile and sadistic humans alive, and unlike the many other nations and tribes of the world who protected their own, they, along with Marshal Kim Jong-Il, openly disobeyed and contradicted the core tenets of Juche, using the Seven Hour War and the relative isolation of North Korea as an excuse to enact every wildest dream and fantasy of absolute power that they'd dreamed of. They not only turned every single one of their lesser comrades into thralls, they chose to incorporate such into the founding mythos of their new City. With the slate completely clean and no international powers to judge them, human morality was re-defined as they knew it and a whole new era of cruelty began for the people of North Korea.
In 2004, North Korea was initially mostly untouched by the Seven Hour War. Even across dimensions and galaxies, the lack of night-light from frequent electricity shortages must've deduced to the invasive forces that the North Koreans were barely a threat. While synths and alien warriors carved a one-day warpath through Europe and the Americas, the cities, plains and mountains of North Korea remained relatively quiet. Even through the era of portal-storms and general upheaval, the country remained isolated. Vortigaunts were enslaved and culled in a manner very similar to the Combine, trying to curtail their use of the vortessence through a denial of shelter, food and drink. Some of the nations' first protests occurred and ended in bloody violence, as the famine of the nineties never really did end. Indeed, the Portal Storms only intensified their effect, and thousands more would die in the first of many trials to come.
Marshal Kim Jong-Il sits and broods. His generals initially urge the invulnerable marshal to fight; a million Korean men wait upon the border, some dreaming of the day they would prove themselves...In his infinite wisdom, the Supreme Leader decided against such a notion, and instead chose open collaboration. A mysterious dispatch from their new alien overlords wanted the Marshal and the Party to prove their worth, and so they did. Hundreds of thousands of men of the KPA were sent abroad as conscripts, some as transhumans, and the rest began putting the population to work. The elite of North Korea pounced on such an opportunity, with immortality within a single generations' reach, they no longer feared Earthly consequences...The systematic extermination of everyone outside Pyongyang became all but a certainty...
THE GREAT MASSACRE was what it was called by those who lived and died under it. From the years of 2004 to 2009, nearly every Korean that lived outside City Twenty-Five (as it was now known) was systematically culled through forced labor and mass execution. Under the will of the Supreme Leader, Commissars decreed that ammunition was not to be wasted; the peasants would dig their own graves before being buried alive in the cold, frozen ground. This was not the future of the peasant as Kim Jong-Il's father had decreed, but the future of the urbanite. In official propaganda, the peasant was a weak, indolent, and unfit subhuman, unworthy of ascension with the alien masters that the Workers Party had now begun worshipping. For the few who managed to escape, scraping out meagre existences in the fearsome forests of Siberia, the unbearable cold, the shackles, the visions of Officers barking orders, gnashed-teeth hounds, and the ever-present hunger seem to live on in eternal memory.
After the last honorable peasant's heart stopped, the three-million remaining citizens of Pyongyang held lavish feasts, orgies, and banquets in honor of the Supreme Leader. Their hearts had hardened and darkened, and with immortality in reach as Doctor Breen had said, only a few of them held any sympathy at all for the devilish monstrosities they had committed. The Supreme Leader had received another directive, however, and with his circle wanting to live, they chose to act sooner rather than later. THE LIFE PURGE as it was known, made the acts of showing happiness an 'immature, illegal act.' In reality, however, it was just a blatant legal excuse for the Supreme Leader and his cadres to go after all the political enemies that managed to slip through the gaps; the soldier-peasants who avoided a worthy death by being the gunmen forcing their compatriots to do the same, the party members who wished to deviate from Songun and pursue a more planetary political policy, and of course...The partiers, those who seek to be happier than the Supreme Leader himself, those who would rather waste humanity's' chance at immortality for a few short seconds of decadency. The Marshal wanted to be remembered for his greatness, and so no expense was spared in the purge; eventually, those who were to be killed found out. City Twenty-Five burned in civil war and fire for three long months, and by the end, only around three hundred thousand people remained, all the relatives of or high-ranking party members and soldiers themselves. With ninety-eight percent of their countrymen dead and forgotten, Kim Jong-Il finally bestowed upon the remnants a bountiful award...
CITIZENSHIP.
THE FIRST TRIAL WAS COMPLETE.
Though Kim Jong-Il died in 2011, you would never know it upon arriving to the city. His portrait, stern and offputting, is plastered upon every wall of every factory and house in the city. In fact, it is illegal to speak of the Eternal Leader in a past tense, for in the eyes of the Party, Kim Jong-Il is eternal. All of this even suggests that you would even be allowed to look up. From the moment a new transfer arrives in City Twenty-Five, they're most likely placed in bindings of some form or another, and their Citizen's ID is taken away. Much like vortigaunts in other cities, they are bestowed metal collars with numbers that they are by-law only to be called by. The collars are heavily reused, with some dying so quickly that they're switched out by week's end to throw on another new arrival. Only a few denizens are able to break out from their shackles, and those who do are made overseers, whipping their companions whilst an armed citizen soldier watches. The city is often blanketed with snow due to the drop in carbon emissions, and workers are rarely outfitted with winter clothing. In neighboring cities, a transfer to City Twenty-Five is often seen as a punishment worse than death, for in Twenty-five, everyone will die; it's only a question of how long you will be tortured before you go.
As for the citizens of Twenty-Five, they live a life of luxury. The right to bear arms is guaranteed unanimously and enforced amongst them, and every citizen must carry a weapon in case a slave revolt occurs. As such, the normal city-dynamics you would see in European or other Asian cities have been thrown out of the window. Transhuman Overwatch Forces are rarely required outside of far-flung excursions to fight resistance groups and as bodyguards of the highest-ranking party members, and Civil Protection as a concept is virtually unknown to Pyongyang's Elite. Their freedoms could all go away in a day, however, if they didn't continually please and amuse the Benefactors that lord over them. As such, a true Citizen of twenty-five is never seen without blood on their hands. A True Citizen of City Twenty-Five would gladly throw acid unto a child's face if it meant achieving immortality; a definite reason on why they are considered one of the more loyal cities. The small citizen-population of Twenty-Five has even used its' might and influence to wrangle Thirty-Four under their belt, the southern Koreans serving as another source of slave labor for the City should they ever resist their demands...
In the dark, however, slaves organize. They still sing the songs of old, call each other by their birth-given names, and pray to the old Gods that blessed them and kept them safe throughout their lives. The old-ones call Twenty-Five The Human Factory, and Kim Jong-Il The Great Extinguisher, and some day in the very-near future, He and all his henchmen will be strung-up and murdered. Weapons are hidden in the floorboards underneath their barracks, stowed away in the apartments of rebellious overseers...It won't be in the coming months, but someday the 'denizens', the SLAVES of City Twenty-Five will have their revenge. Like petulant children, the craven slave-masters will wail and beg for forgiveness, but the huddled, still-starving masses of the underworld will have the injustices toward them righted...To the Slaves? It is only a choice between stabbing, shooting, or bludgeoning.
However long it may take for such a slave revolt to occur, however, City Twenty-Five still marches on, continuing its' goal of depleting the human population as much as it can. Thousands of lives and more are erased everyday and whole stories, languages, love-interests, prayers, jokes, and adventures fly away like dust into the wind of history. Slaves pray in the dark, overseers feel the burden of guilt, and citizen-soldiers hope that Hell and Heaven aren't real, for what they have done will surely bring them to Tartarus.
Some old North Koreans remember the prosperous reign of General Kim Il-Sung, the stories of him fighting the Japanese and saving Korea from both Asian and American Imperialism...The old soldier ponders this deeply. While he watches some slaves repair a forcefield, his grip loosens upon his rifle...His eyes droop...Then, he lowly murmers...
Hey! This is a bit of a grimdark piece of writing I wanted to make. I don't expect it to get reviewed or even considered for inclusion into Willards' lore, I just wanted to do a bit of lore-writing for the existentially disturbing universe of my headcanon of Half Life 2 and its' planetary consequences. Feedback, criticism, etc. Is 100% welcome, and I'd really appreciate it. Thank you!
View attachment 33835 THE ETERNAL LEADER OF CITY 25
LORD OF 34 AND 51
MARSHAL KIM JONG-IL WISE LEADER,
GREAT LEADER,
THE SHINING SUN OF SONGUN, THE GREAT EXTINGUISHER
DIRECTIVE 191 - DEGENERATES LEAD THE SLAVES TO REVOLT IN OUR NORTHERN ZONES. THE THRALLS HAVE BEEN SEDUCED INTO THEIR GRASP. STERILIZE THE FIELDS!
ENSURE THE SUPREME LEADER'S NAME IS THE LAST THEY UTTER!
DEATH TO CAPITALISTS!
DEATH TO THE JAPANESE!
DEATH TO THE AMERICANS!
DEATH TO ANTI-UNIONISTS!
DEATH TO DEGENERATES!
DEATH TO CHILD WORSHIPPERS AND ALL THE ENEMIES OF IMMORTALITY!
THE ETERNAL REVOLUTION CONTINUES! Where are you, dear Marshal? Why has Earthly love vanished?
CITIZEN POPULATION: 77,583 DENIZEN POPULATION: 1.784 MILLION AND CONSTANTLY FLUCTUATING
CITY OBJECTIVE: EXTERMINATION VIA FORCED LABOR
NEXUS LOCATION: RYUGYONG HOTEL
NON-COHESIVE WORK-FORCE EXTERMINATION: 119.42 MILLION DENIZENS EXTERMINATED SINCE 2004
OFFICIAL BENEFACTOR PARTY: WORKER'S PARTY OF KOREA, 100% CITIZEN MEMBERSHIP
OFFICIAL CIVIL UNION: SECTOR SEVEN TRADE CONGRESS
OFFICIAL DENIZEN STATUS: FOREIGN DISSIDENT COHESION SYSTEM IN PLACE SINCE 2009 HUMAN AUXILLARIES: KOREAN PEOPLE'S ARMY (98% OF CITIZEN WORKFORCE)
SECTOR PROTECTION STATUS: ARMED COLLABORATORS, MINIMAL OVERWATCH PRESENCE
CIVIL PROTECTION ACT: UNENFORCED View attachment 33844
The last Korean who refused to collaborate perished in the winter of 2009. During the Second Arduous March, over twenty-two million North Korean peasants, workers and soldiers were systematically enslaved and worked to death in order to fulfill the quotas and ideals proposed by the Combine. The North Korean Elite consisted of some of the most vile and sadistic humans alive, and unlike the many other nations and tribes of the world who protected their own, they, along with Marshal Kim Jong-Il, openly disobeyed and contradicted the core tenets of Juche, using the Seven Hour War and the relative isolation of North Korea as an excuse to enact every wildest dream and fantasy of absolute power that they'd dreamed of. They not only turned every single one of their lesser comrades into thralls, they chose to incorporate such into the founding mythos of their new City. With the slate completely clean and no international powers to judge or them, human morality was re-defined as they knew it and a whole new era of cruelty began for the people of North Korea.
In 2004, North Korea was initially mostly untouched by the Seven Hour War. Even across dimensions and galaxies, the lack of night-light from frequent electricity shortages must've deduced to the invasive forces that the North Koreans were barely a threat. While synths and alien warriors carved a one-day warpath through Europe and the Americas, the cities, plains and mountains of North Korea remained relatively quiet. Even through the era of portal-storms and general upheaval, the country remained isolated. Vortigaunts were enslaved and culled in a manner very similar to the Combine, trying to curtail their use of the vortessence through a denial of shelter, food and drink. Some of the nations' first protests occurred and ended in bloody violence, as the famine of the nineties never really did end. Indeed, the Portal Storms only intensified their effect, and thousands more would die in the first of many trials to come.
Marshal Kim Jong-Il sits and broods. His generals initially urge the invulnerable marshal to fight; a million Korean men wait upon the border, some dreaming of the day they would prove themselves...In his infinite wisdom, the Supreme Leader decided against such a notion, and instead chose open collaboration. A mysterious dispatch from their new alien overlords wanted the Marshal and the Party to prove their worth, and so they did. Hundreds of thousands of men of the KPA were sent abroad as conscripts, some as transhumans, and the rest began putting the population to work. The elite of North Korea pounced on such an opportunity, with immortality within a single generations' reach, they no longer feared Earthly consequences...The systematic extermination of everyone outside Pyongyang became all but a certainty...
THE GREAT MASSACRE was what it was called by those who lived and died under it. From the years of 2004 to 2009, nearly every Korean that lived outside City Twenty-Five (as it was now known) was systematically culled through forced labor and mass execution. Under the will of the Supreme Leader, Commissars decreed that ammunition was not to be wasted; the peasants would dig their own graves before being buried alive in the cold, frozen ground. This was not the future of the peasant as Kim Jong-Il's father had decreed, but the future of the urbanite. In official propaganda, the peasant was a weak, indolent, and unfit subhuman, unworthy of ascension with the alien masters that the Workers Party had now begun worshipping. For the few who managed to escape, scraping out meagre existences in the fearsome forests of Siberia, the unbearable cold, the shackles, the visions of Officers barking orders, gnashed-teeth hounds, and the ever-present hunger seem to live on in eternal memory.
After the last honorable peasant's heart stopped, the three-million remaining citizens of Pyongyang held lavish feasts, orgies, and banquets in honor of the Supreme Leader. Their hearts had hardened and darkened, and with immortality in reach as Doctor Breen had said, only a few of them held any sympathy at all for the devilish monstrosities they had committed. The Supreme Leader had received another directive, however, and with his circle wanting to live, they chose to act sooner rather than later. THE LIFE PURGE as it was known, made the acts of showing happiness an 'immature, illegal act.' In reality, however, it was just a blatant legal excuse for the Supreme Leader and his cadres to go after all the political enemies that managed to slip through the gaps; the soldier-peasants who avoided a worthy death by being the gunmen forcing their compatriots to do the same, the party members who wished to deviate from Songun and pursue a more planetary political policy, and of course...The partiers, those who seek to be happier than the Supreme Leader himself, those who would rather waste humanity's' chance at immortality for a few short seconds of decadency. The Marshal wanted to be remembered for his greatness, and so no expense was spared in the purge; eventually, those who were to be killed found out. City Twenty-Five burned in civil war and fire for three long months, and by the end, only around three hundred thousand people remained, all the relatives of or high-ranking party members and soldiers themselves. With ninety-eight percent of their countrymen dead and forgotten, Kim Jong-Il finally bestowed upon the remnants a bountiful award...
Though Kim Jong-Il died in 2011, you would never know it upon arriving to the city. His portrait, stern and offputting, is plastered upon every wall of every factory and house in the city. In fact, it is illegal to speak of the Eternal Leader in a past tense, for in the eyes of the Party, Kim Jong-Il is eternal. All of this even suggests that you would even be allowed to look up. From the moment a new transfer arrives in City Twenty-Five, they're most likely placed in bindings of some form or another, and their Citizen's ID is taken away. Much like vortigaunts in other cities, they are bestowed metal collars with numbers that they are by-law only to be called by. The collars are heavily reused, with some dying so quickly that they're switched out by week's end to throw on another new arrival. Only a few denizens are able to break out from their shackles, and those who do are made overseers, whipping their companions whilst an armed citizen soldier watches. The city is often blanketed with snow due to the drop in carbon emissions, and workers are rarely outfitted with winter clothing. In neighboring cities, a transfer to City Twenty-Five is often seen as a punishment worse than death, for in Twenty-five, everyone will die; it's only a question of how long you will be tortured before you go.
As for the citizens of Twenty-Five, they live a life of luxury. The right to bear arms is guaranteed unanimously and enforced amongst them, and every citizen must carry a weapon in case a slave revolt occurs. As such, the normal city-dynamics you would see in European or other Asian cities have been thrown out of the window. Transhuman Overwatch Forces are rarely required outside of far-flung excursions to fight resistance groups and as bodyguards of the highest-ranking party members, and Civil Protection as a concept is virtually unknown to Pyongyang's Elite. Their freedoms could all go away in a day, however, if they didn't continually please and amuse the Benefactors that lord over them. As such, a true Citizen of twenty-five is never seen without blood on their hands. A True Citizen of City Twenty-Five would gladly throw acid unto a child's face if it meant achieving immortality; a definite reason on why they are considered one of the more loyal cities. The small citizen-population of Twenty-Five has even used its' might and influence to wrangle Thirty-Four under their belt, the southern Koreans serving as another source of slave labor for the City should they ever resist their demands...
In the dark, however, slaves organize. They still sing the songs of old, call each other by their birth-given names, and pray to the old Gods that blessed them and kept them safe throughout their lives. The old-ones call Twenty-Five The Human Factory, and Kim Jong-Il The Great Extinguisher, and some day in the very-near future, He and all his henchmen will be strung-up and murdered. Weapons are hidden in the floorboards underneath their barracks, stowed away in the apartments of rebellious overseers...It won't be in the coming months, but someday the 'denizens', the SLAVES of City Twenty-Five will have their revenge. Like petulant children, the craven slave-masters will wail and beg for forgiveness, but the huddled, still-starving masses of the underworld will have the injustices toward them righted...To the Slaves? It is only a choice between stabbing, shooting, or bludgeoning.
However long it may take for such a slave revolt to occur, however, City Twenty-Five still marches on, continuing its' goal of depleting the human population as much as it can. Thousands of lives and more are erased everyday and whole stories, languages, love-interests, prayers, jokes, and adventures fly away like dust into the wind of history. Slaves pray in the dark, overseers feel the burden of guilt, and citizen-soldiers hope that Hell and Heaven aren't real, for what they have done will surely bring them to Tartarus.
Some old North Koreans remember the prosperous reign of General Kim Il-Sung, the stories of him fighting the Japanese and saving Korea from both Asian and American Imperialism...The old soldier ponders this deeply. While he watches some slaves repair a forcefield, his grip loosens upon his rifle...His eyes droop...Then, he lowly murmers...
YES, but also not really others, I'm just a pseudo-autist who gets hyper-fixated on things. I'm in my bi-weekly 'research everything you can about north korea' phase that comes once a year LMAO.
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