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You know, I was literally going to do a chapter in which over dinner Mussolini explains to his family why he did that and he goes on to explain it
I'll still post it though
Soundtrack for the first part of the chapter: https://youtu.be/h2n7j1iUHuk?si=AvkDlnU6uagxYjQ8
May 28, 1942
Rome, Italy
Private Diary of Lieutenant Mattias Berg
The fall of the monarchy was quiet. Unnaturally so. No shots fired in the night. No dramatic proclamations. Just silence—deep...
May 28, 1942
Pallazo Venezia
Rome, Italy
Benito Albino's voice cut through the silence like a scalpel through old parchment.
"One."
The word echoed louder than it had any right to. It wasn't just a number—it was a dagger slipped between the ribs of a dying monarchy. A single syllable that...
May 28, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
I sat at the head of the Grand Council, perched like a vulture over carrion, though the carcass in question was not yet dead—merely twitching. Before me, the long, polished table shimmered beneath the chandelier's golden light, a grotesque altar of...
Threadmarks: Can I get a coup with a side of destiny?
May 27, 1942
Private Dining Room, Villa Torlonia
Rome, Italy
The dining room glowed amber, bathed under the golden light of a row of antique chandeliers, the kind that probably once hung in some aristocratic palace before being gutted and set on fire by the ravages of time—and possibly me...
May 27, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
We sat in that cursed chamber beneath the echo of Fascist chandeliers after my little grotesque display of Der Fuhrer, each of us orbiting the great mahogany war table like vultures circling a dying empire. The map of Eurasia and Africa was splayed...
Threadmarks: I don't need it, I don't need it, I don't need it, I do-, I NEED IT!!!!!!
May 27, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
They followed me like wind-up dolls the next day, each one a caricature of faded empires and delusions of grandeur, trailing behind me through the marble guts of the Palazzo Venezia. The corridors smelled of polish, dust, and old ambition. My puppets—all...
May 25, 1942
Palazzo Venezia
Rome, Italy
Dinner was a delirious spectacle—three courses of decadence, drowned in wine and lacquered with opera. I barely tasted a thing. I haven't truly tasted anything since 2023. Since five guys. Since Bonchon's fried chicken. Since Sofie. Since the scent of...
May 9, 1942
The Kremlin—Private Meeting Room
Moscow, USSR
I leaned back in my chair, arms folded across my chest, eyes scanning Stalin as he sat across from me, still the ever-calm, calculating presence he was known for. But there was something in the way his eyes flickered for just a moment...
May 8, 1942
The Kremlin
Moscow, USSR
Same damn room. Same grim Stalinist wallpaper. Same old cigar smoke from the ashtray that looked like it had seen more war than I had. We'd been here for a week, circling around the same geopolitical dance like vultures over a half-eaten corpse. Northern...
Threadmarks: I'll take a side of Germany with that
May 1, 1942
The Kremlin
Moscow, USSR
The beef stroganoff on my plate looked like it had been scooped straight from the boots of a Red Army conscript—lukewarm, grayish, and suspiciously gelatinous. Still, I forced it down like a good guest, chewing resentfully under the flickering chandelier of...
Excerpt from "The Eagle Hesitates No More: A Political, Economic, and Military History of the United States, 1939–1942" by Harry S Truman (1955)
The United States of America entered the Second World War not with a thunderclap, but with the whisper of preparation. Between the fall of Poland in...
An Excerpt from Alexander Solynctyhn's 1960 Book The Motherland: The Fight for Russia
In the autumn of 1939, as the world plunged into war over Poland, the Soviet Union stood paradoxically aloof and alert. Stalin had signed his pact with Hitler, that strange dance of devils, and reclaimed...
Excerpt from Britannia Alone: A Memoir of the Second World War by Winston S. Churchill (1955)
The autumn of 1939 found the British Empire once more cast into a crucible of global conflict. The German blitzkrieg had shredded the map of Eastern Europe, and the Polish state—brave, doomed, and...