Propaganda vs. Advertising fun has begun
A political LARPG is being played by the VC+C third year students
The morning mist rises from the sea in slow enveloping plums, extending into the nearby meadows and highways, across the fields where the animals are waking to the hum of the macxines, and finally into the historic Kxalmar town square. It seems as though nothing has changed in the capital city for thousands of years. Small vendors selling their wares from familiar shop windows and stalls lining the streets, there is a great noise from the people gathering to set up for the day. Clusters of little ones are yawningly moving towards a day in schxool; while some are hurrying to xxtra work duties before their home schxooling.
Once the mist has disappeared there is palpable excitement in the air. It is a time of tradition. Of great celebration and anticipation for the most revered holiday, election day.
After the royal family was fully dismantled, sent into NGO and charity work, or on the reality TV circuit, or even worse, one unfortunate princess found herself on TVxShop selling ponchos from Paula Deen’s signature collection, yet that is a different story – the shift to the country’s dedication to national politics has only intensified. Inhabitans of XXLAND, new settlers and old alike, are worried and looking to new leaders for guidance. While not a poor country; divided.
During the fall seaxson, there is folk dancing every night lead by a local danxband after the paramilitary youth group Småxxkrypen march to the square to light the ceremonial fire that stays aflame for the entirety of the month. The Extra Large Landers knowlingly share a common history of power struggle, where families and communities have been torn apart for political reasons and affliations – still they wouldn’t have it any other way. Democratic input and engagement in their chosen party comes with a great – almost shocking – pride. Not only pride for your own party and campaign but also against its opponents. The flags of both parties are often found charred, parodied, thrown into the sea, or simply stolen as a token of slyness.
If you were to visit an evening in the square to partake in the jostle you would hear regular disruptions to the XXLAND anthem that do not go unnoticed as tensions continue to rise. On one side the magnificent Bastionities shaping their hands into jagged horns in the air, on the other their majestic adversaries stand with chins held high and with booming voices leashing into the square’s energetic cacophony of:
Long live the people of our great nation,
Long live our people, united and free.
Built by the hands of the young and the proud,
Raise the flag for all to see.
Yes, I want to live, I want to die in XXLAND.