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Civilization had left the land down under three years ago. Starvation had set in within the first few months as bands of lightly armed guerrilla fighters moved from town to town and village to village looting, killing, and raping. Not too long after that, paramilitaries began obtaining better weaponry from reluctant foreign suppliers and from raids on abandoned armories. Civil order had broken down completely in the land once governed by the USC. Proud farmers who kept the residents of the region well-fed were a dying breed. Young men with assault rifles had hunted their kind to extinction. Famine had forced denizens to hunt emus and kangaroos for sustenance. As for the cities, warring clans and rival factions had left much of the previously infrastructure ruined. Pirates infested the waters around the Great Barrier Reef. The Sydney Opera House lay barren and lifeless save for the meanderings of the occasional vagrant and the chirp of gunfire echoing in their once hallowed halls. The vile stench of rotting garbage rose from the city streets and strangled any semblance of humanity from the numerous refugees hiding from roving militias.

A year ago, Major General Alan Wycliffe set his mud-crusted boots down in front of Sydney harbor as he watched several pillars of smoke rising from the once proud city. That was ground zero. That was what is was like to see a nation without infrastructure. Wycliffe led the remnants of a splinter faction of the USC military. The last bastion of reason and civility against the great forces of chaos and destruction. Alan had watched as the nation fell apart. He saw a nation eat itself alive. Brothers killing brothers. Sons murdering fathers. Mothers cannibalizing daughters. It had been two years since the USC had collapsed before Wycliffe could gather enough support to begin his campaign for a new Australia. One that would be more structured and disciplined. One which would not fall victim to anarchy again.He looked back towards Melbourne, the only city to establish order within the chaos that had suffused every corner of the former USC after dam that the government had kept up with the military and police had collapsed, which formed the base of operations for a new Australia, and he felt a deep, passionate fire in his heart. His old steel gray eyes blazed with ambition as shifted his gaze back towards the ruins of Sydney.

Today, Wycliffe rose to a podium with thousands of hope-filled citizens of the new militarized kingdom of Azcelonia gathered at the Sydney Opera House and millions more watching from their homes. Amid thunderous applause, Wycliffe bedecked in his usual multi-spectral camouflage uniform with nothing impressive distinguishing his rank as the Supreme Commander of the nation's military forces and as the newly elected King of Azcelonia except the letters 'SC' with a sword running through emblazoned in silver and affixed to the upper part of both sides of his arms and the fierce royal koala crest affixed to the front of his tan black beret. In many other countries, dozens of cameras, microphones, and reporters would crowd about around a head of state as she or he gives a speech. Here, in Azcelonia, only one set of cameras and microphones was allowed to be placed around Wycliffe and it was that of the Azcelonian State News Agency. Foreign reporters were allowed insider access, but they were forced to remain a respectful and non-intrusive distance away from the Supreme Commander. After he swaggered like a boss to the podium, he adjusted his collar and brought the mic to an appropriate distance from his lips:

[i]"Citizens of Azcelonia, also known as the former Union of the Southern Cross. Foreign Emissaries. Fellow Soldiers and Potential Friends Overseas. Over the past year, We, the people of this region, the citizens of Azcelonia, strove and struggled to restore the foundations of civilization, which had been destroyed by internal conflicts and civil strife. For a year, we bled, sweat, and toiled under the burning gaze of the Outback sun. In a year, we built a new nation out of the ashes of the old. Within that year, we rebuilt from zero infrastructure and recaptured that glimpse of glory that we had under the Queendom many, many years ago. Since a year ago, we've started research initiatives to strengthen our military. The recent establishment of a strategic missile defense system comes to mind when we look back at our greatest achievements.

Today, we stand here, in the Sydney Opera House, where I once frequented as a child. I remember the glorious explosion of sound. The cacophony of culture. The discord of democracy. The very institutions that kept us teetering on the brink of collapse. After the dissolution of the Union of the Southern Cross, I sought to forge the country back together under a single vision. My vision. Your vision. Our vision. A vision of a new Australia. Of Azcelonia. A nation held together by the bonds of republican institutions reinforced by blood of our people and the steel of our armaments rather than the flimsy democracy, which disintegrated at the blow of the wind. Yet, we seek not to disparage the achievements of our progenitors. They built the buildings, which are now ruins. They paved the roadways and plowed the fields. They erected great monuments to our achievements as a people. Now, in spite of our disagreements with the old style of government, we remain in their shadow. How long shall we remain shadowed by the accomplishments of our forefathers? I do not know.

What I do know is that we have reclaimed enough of Australia under the flag of Azcelonia including all of the provincial capitals. We can now declare proudly, that we, the Free Republic of Azcelonia, are a nation once more. We, the People of Azcelonia, shall never fall into the same chaos and anarchy again. We, the leaders of Azcelonia, seek recognition for our great nation by others in the international community. Today, we are a republic!"[/i]

Cheers roared from the crowd while men and women waved their dust stained service caps.

[i]"Yet, the odds are stacked against us. We have yet to see how other nations react to our reformation. We have yet to crush the pockets of resistance that hide beneath the merciless Outback sun and in the rolling hills in the East. We have much left to accomplish with our reconstruction programs. Yet, we march onwards. Tomorrow, we shall move forward. Although battered and bruised, we continue to press forward with the goal of total unification and consolidation in mind. We unite under the banner of the Free Republic and under the flag of Azcelonia. We stand against all threats, internal and external, with our beating, patriotic hearts and our instruments of self-defense. Tomorrow belongs to us! Tomorrow belongs to Azcelonia! We resolve to strengthen our Republic and to defend her to the last drop of blood. We stand by the Free Republic!"[/i]

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The Greater Korean Federation welcomes the new nation. We hope that our Korean and Japanese people have close relations with the South.

We have a question concerning the territories of Azcelonia: Does it succeed to all former territories of the Union of the Southern Cross?

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"The Union of Arctica recognizes the sovereignty of Azcelonia. It is good to see a stable government arise from the Australian anarchy, after states like Promised Land and the Queendom of Australia have fallen. The rebirth and endurance of the Australian people inspires the people of Arctica, who have suffered a civil war in years past that tore the nation apart, and it inspires the people of Transvaal, whose founding father was killed in a nuclear attack, the people who have survived two dissolutions of government in quick succession.

That the people of Australia have gained self-rule under a free republic inspires all the fallen peoples of the world that they too may one day return to their former glory."

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[b]From the Desk of the King of Azcelonia[/b]

We, the People of Azcelonia, would like to take a moment to thank the many nations who have received our entrance into the international community with open arms. In response to Korea's inquiry, we would like to make note that we are interested in seeking to regain all of USC's former territories, but, at the moment, we are focusing on rebuilding and consolidating our hold on the mainland. We are very interested in working with the Oceanic Union, Kimberley, and others to reach an amicable agreement on the matter. Last, but not least, we would like to note that we welcome any and all diplomatic dialogue concerning matters of trade, commerce, defense, and development.

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MoG[Corp] extends full diplomatic and economic recognition to Azcelonia, and sends a cargo ship filled with various types of alcohol to assist the people of the new nation to celebrate their freedom, allowing the ship to spend an extra few hours in port making MoG[Corp] markings far more visible, and sending it through the Suez to attempt to avoid the brewing storm in the Atlantic.

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