Polcompball: Nexus/Old Chapter 5: Sociality

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Cast

The Assemblage

The Platoon

• Acid Communism
• Anarcho-Pacifism
• Anti-Radicalism
• Circulus Theory
• Democratic Transhumanism
• File:Earthcom.png Earthling Communism
• Eco-Authoritarianism
• Eco-Fascism
• Green Liberalism
• Horseshoe Centrism
• Japanese Communism
• File:Leftpop-0.png Left-Wing Populism
• Liberal Feminism
• Liberalism
• Radicalism
• Social Democracy
• State Liberalism
• Third Way

The Commune

• Anarcha-Feminism
• Anarcho-Collectivism
• Anarcho-Communism
• Anarcho-Individualism
• Anarcho-Nihilism
• Anarcho-Posadism
• Anarcho-Syndicalism
• Anarcho-Transhumanism
• Autonomism
• Bookchin Communalism
• Democratic Confederalism
• Eco-Anarchism
• Insurrectionary Anarchism
• Left Hoppeanism
• Libertarian Market Socialism
• Libertarian Marxism
• Libertarian Socialism
• Machajskism
• Mao-Spontex
• File:Mincomball icon.png Minarcho-Communism
• Minarcho-Socialism
• Mutualism
• File:Partip.png Participism
• Platformism
• Philosophical Anarchism
• File:Post-marx-soc.png Post-Marxist Socialism
• Queer Anarchism
• File:Socan.png Social Anarchism
• Specifism
• Synthesis Anarchism
• Zapatism

Act 1: Oxide

Main Area, Grassland Community

(The Platoon is going, getting supplies and saying goodbye to the people left in the Grassland Community)

Is everyone ready to go out?

File:Leftlib.png Wait up!

(File:Leftlib.png rushes over towards )

File:Leftlib.png You're from the Technate, right?

Correct.

File:Leftlib.png I found these in the hospital. I know your transmission's broken, so you can use them as a replacement.

(File:Leftlib.png hands a few small devices with antennae, small microphones and audio outputs to )

Hm...

File:Leftlib.png You can use 'em to communicate with all the people you recruit! Handy, eh?

Thank you for this.

File:Leftlib.png Ey, no problem! Just be safe.

What are we standing around for?! Let's get our asses moving!

Goodbye, everyone! We'll see you in a bit!

(The Platoon begins to make the trek towards The Commune...)

Farmland, Unknown Location

Hey, Leftpop, I have a question. Why did you come with us?

Yeah, you don't really have much of a reason to...

File:Leftpop-0.png I just want to do something for once. I've lived in Leftopia my whole life! This is my one chance to do something other than construction work!

Uh, Demtrans? Where are we right now?

I don't know. I have sustained too much damage for any of my augmentations to actually function.

I think I know where we are! We're currenlty standing on my soil!

Your soil?

His shit. You're standing on his shit.

The fuck?!

That's nasty...

I've offered my soil to a lot of people, but very few have actually accepted the offer. I think we're in the Agrarian Valley!

Farmland, Agrarian Valley

Agrarian Valley?

Yeah, where the Agrarians live!

I see a farmhouse over there.

That's got to be their residence, right?

Let's see.

Farmhouse, Agrarian Valley

( walks up to the farmhouse and rings the bell)

Hello? Anyone in there?

( opens the door)

Dad! We have visitors!

More?! This is ridiculous!

( comes down the stairs to see the Platoon standing outside his door. His eyes fixate on )

Oh, that is... a lot of people! Welcome to our humble abode.

Hi!

Say... you look like someone I know. Do you per chance know a "Transhumanism"?

Yes. He is a fellow citizen of the Technate.

Oh, cool!

Well, I have him and some other person I don't know over in the barnhouse. Wanna see?

Sure.

( make their way over to the barnhouse, as everyone else stays behind)

Well, there goes my dad. What's up, fellas? Have you met my siblings? They're working the fields.

... Are we really stuck here like this?

I'm sure they'll be back soon. Let's just be patient.

Barnhouse, Agrarian Valley

Well, this is it.

( opens the barnhouse doors. is working on fixing his prosthetics on a table, while sleeps)

Oh, Agrarianism, you're ba-

( notices )

Democratic Transhumanism?!

Hello, Transhumanism.

How did you find this place?

Complete chance.

Well... Wait, why are two of the Leftopians with you?

It's a long, long story.

That doesn't matter right now. I'm glad you're safe.

Hey, who's that blue guy?

( points towards )

That is Senatorialism. I didn't know who he was until a few days ago. He was with me when I...

When you what?

( explains their situation...)

... And now I'm here, trying to replace my broken parts. I did not have a good landing.

So you know nothing about Senatorialism?

No. He's been sleeping a lot since we got here. He's only gotten up a few times.

Well, what are we going to do now? Do we recruit him?

Recruit me to what?

Well...

Don't bother explaining all you've been through to get to this point. I know about most of it.

What? How?

Democratic Transhumanism knows why. All I want to know is what you want to recruit me into.

We've started to assemble many ideologies from disparate factions together to combat... You know. We need your help.

I don't think I'd be able to help. I am currently not fit for combat.

We don't just need combat. We need all the support we can get.

... Fine. I'll try my best to help however I can, but under the condition that I stay here, with Senatorialism.

Hey, this fella might refuse to go out, but I won't! I don't care what you're fightin', I just want my kids to get a taste of what the wider world is like.

Well, great! Let's recruit them! Where are they right now?

Farmhouse, Agrarian Valley

You always do this! You bore people to death with your senseless talking!

I'm trying to be friendly! It's not my fault they're being rude!

I fucking hate this. This is not what I signed up for.

I see no difference betwee-

Shut up. Just shut up.

Kill me.

( return from the barnhouse)

Alright, kids! You're going to war?

What?

These fine gentlemen that have come to visit us are going to go and fight some...

Monsters.

Monsters! And they need your help!

But, dad! We're farmers, not fighters!

Oh, come on now. You and your sister can go off with the nice people and fight for a good cause, I'll stay behind with the robot, the weirdo and Agran, I still need help around the farm.

Darnit! This is your fault! You're always starting fights!

Oh, yeah?

(While and squabble, the rest of the Platoon confronts )

Hey, Demtrans! Why did you leave us here with these children?

I came with you to help save the world, not stand around while you go do things. We're people too, you know.

I know you all have complaints, but I promise it won't happen again.

Sure, whatever you say Mr. Commander. We'll definitely stick with you no matter what after this.

(The Platoon begins to head off again, as and carry the kicking and screaming and with them)

Intermission: Capture

Unknown Location

...

File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png Ugh... Where am I?

(File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png is in a damp, dark room, with giant glass tubes surrounding him and strange liquids all over the floor and walls)

...

File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png Hello? Anyone here?

...

File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png Damnit...

...

(File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png gets up and begins to inspect his surroundings)

...

File:Neoliberalism (Broken).png Ugh... My sunglasses!

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png takes off his sunglasses)

...

(Suddenly, a flash of white light appears behind him)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Huh?

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png turns around to see a File:Moment Gem.png strange gem, on a claw-like pedestal, surrounded by a blinding white light)

...

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png What the hell is that?

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png begins to approach the gem, but is suddenly blown back with incredible force)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Gah!

...

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png is slammed hard against a wall and drops to the ground, struggling to get up)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Ack...

...

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png looks back up, to see...)

Hello, Neoliberalism.

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Huh? Radcent?!

The one and only. I'm going to ask you to step into that tube.

(Suddenly, one of the tubes retracts, leaving an open space where it once was)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png What? Why?! Where are we?!

File:Radical Centrism (Mildly Infected).png I am asking you to step into that tube. Please do so, or I will have to put you there myself.

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png No! Gah... I think I broke something...

File:Radical Centrism (Mildly Infected).png Looks like I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Huh?

(File:Radical Centrism (Mildly Infected).png violently grapples File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png and throws him into the retracted tube. The tube closes, and File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png is trapped inside. He starts to bang on the glass)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Hey! What are you doing?

(File:Radical Centrism (Mildly Infected).png presses a button on a control panel next to the tube, and the tube begins to fill in with a viscuous green liquid)

File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png Ack! What the fuck is that?! What the... ugh...

(File:Neoliberalism (No Sunglasses).png falls unconscious)

...

Act 2: Evolutionary

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