When youre so evil that Himmler is against you

Pro-tip: have the shortest theme/anthem so you could unify the quickest.

People in the Siberian wastelands: 🌚🌚🌚

Why does it seem to me that Sablin himself is singing this song, walking through the streets of Ulan-Ude and all this is done in the style of a Disney musical? You know, the extras, the staging of what's going on in the background... WITH THE BIRDS!

Tno 2 should add this 1972 start date the ofn is making peacekeeping missions in the Middle East, meanwhile Russia looses against Germany in the great trial in every warlord escenario, (Abaddon being the worst one) so that Russia stops existing as a country and in peoples minds Russia is just a mere religious meaning like romans to the Italians, and every warlord tries to reunites Russia but fails because those in power are just crazy psychotic bureaucrats guided by crazy ideologies. 1978 Germany has a liberal revolution leaving the nazi ideology behind, in the far east the ofn tries to make its own rebuilding sector failing because of German intervention leaving Russia as a doomer region full of communist like buildings with barbaric concepts such as slavery, satanism, nazism, and in the best scenario communism. So that in 1982 Russia has no future as a nation

Русские субтитры это отдельный вид искусства

By this point id accept even the Aryan brotherhood as blessed liberators.

Himmler: Mum pick me up, I'm scared...

0:20 - 0:30: Principality of Kemerovo 0:31 - 1:03: Grand Principality of Central Siberia 1:03 - 1:35: Kingdom of Siberia 1:36 - 2:08: Kingdom of Rus 2:09 - 2:18: Kingdom of Rus (Post 2WRW)

Why is there a hammer and sickle?

The Redeemed Empire of New Lechia kinda sounds like the most based ending, pagan Polacks reunite Russia and reclaim Wielka Lechia

THAT'S VERY DISTURBING! 💀

Now THIS is my type of faction!

Beautiful

1984 Oceania Is A Paradise Than This

30:17 is that a fart?

This political system makes no sense, and didn't it already tried and that went horribly?

Different kind of black sun

0:32 namibian border

0:32 TNO but it is the border average of all AI peace signings in Vanila

Чую срач из за флага

Ждем пост зона 1

Ну и субтитры...

Catherine I and Catherine II were Romanovs. I'd say Lidiya is the modern Olga

Kemerovo?

Borat:Upgraded Kazakh:United Russia:Purrified Safa:Gaziz

There’s no way I’m letting a Kingdom of hell taking over my country

I half expected Jesus Christ himself appear at some point and create the Kingdom of God, seeing how much Abbadon tore apart what's left of the nation it somehow makes sense. God save Russia, for no one else can, this time literally.

I don't believe the song, it's scary, and I also think that the rule of the Holy Russian Empire is the communist rule, or perhaps the Nazi communist rule, and I don't know what came to my mind.

Oh no! It's a woke state Do you get it? *trans* ural

Life in L'etat Irreel (I got it from Reddit) You wake up this morning, you check the bars on your windows and your locks on your doors, no one broke in last night. You see if there's a newspaper on your front door, there is but it isn't the one you ordered, and it's covered in black and white shapes that hurt your eyes. Slow news day. You open a tin of soup for you and your families breakfast. You've taken to stockpiling food as the local militias just take what they want when they want it. Breakfast is tough. The constant fear is seeping in and your spouse is in tears. You don't know how to comfort them, they had a run in with an Acephale militia last week and although they escaped unharmed, they still flinch when you touch them. Your children are worse, their school used to be a church school, but one day the windows were broken and all the teachers were replaced with artists and soldiers. They learn lessons about how logic is a lie and your senses are worthless compared to nonsensical artistic pseudo-philosophy that makes your headspin. You remember when politics was based on theories and opinions, and not on abstracts and delusions. You used to fear for your children. Now, you fear them. Your son looks you in the eyes and tells you that heterosexuality is a moral decay. You don't know what to say. He looks so angry at you, like you're insulting him with your existence. You go to work with your head pulled low and your collar pulled high, hoping to avoid everyone's gaze. A soldier with blocks of jagged colours tattooed all over his face stops you and takes your hat, saying it's old-fashioned and slow, and then he opens your wallet and rips up all the notes older than a month. There's a new design out, again, and they want to curb inflation by destroying money. You don't know if this is an order for le Patron or the soldier's pet project, as far as you're concerned there's no difference. He lets you go, while shouting at you to walk faster. You jog the rest of the way minus one hat and several thousand francs you couldn't spend anyway, there's never enough to buy. Before you reach the factory you see the smoke, as you approach you join your coworkers in a crowd a few hundred meters from the billowing remains of your workplace. A dozen militiamen, half naked save for blood, mud and a raw stinking animal pelt keep the crowd back with spears and guns, as dozens more run in and around the blazing building. You watch as a boy who couldn't be older than 14 dressed in a stag hide runs in and catches fire. He's the first person you've seen die today. You're walking back home when the heaven's open, and you and your coworkers take refuge in what used to be a bus shelter, back when buses were allowed on the racetracks. Cars and vans whizz past and breathtaking speeds, and the noise and smoke is dreadful, especially after a few of your coworkers decide to take a moment to light up whatever cigarettes still come to your town by the black market. You crouch in the corner of the shelter, periodically a sheet of water hits you from a broken gutter. You can barely breathe, your shivering and your stomach hurts. You keep going over how it came to this. How the world went so mad. The pain in your gut travels up to your lungs, to your heart, as a deep and terrible sorrow comes over you. But unlike most days, it doesn't stop there, it keeps rising, until crimson clouds bounce off the inside of your skull and you're biting through your tongue staring at a broken timetable from 1919. The numbers blur, the noise rings and roils in your mind until it is transformed, without changing, into beautiful and perfect music. You have a smile on your face and your blood is threatening to burst out of your skin. You're suddenly too hot, no, too cold! No, you don't feel a thing. You laugh, and step into traffic.

Doomentio if it were Russian:

The discord of the russian Warlords.

Traigan a Alexei :(

Damn the heli from 0:32 got that rizz tbh

Why do I hear William afton in there

genuinely incredible video

7yr me: kicks the basketball How the teacher sees me:

Request:Post-Takayama Shinobu Philippines (Ruler of the Firipin Gunseibu) (Ruler of The Firipin Shoto Rinji Seifu)

When you're making a Post-WW2 era HOI4 mod but you really wanted to make a Warhammer 40k mod instead

When the battle of Kursk happens again in 2024

Kenapa jokowi di foto terakhir negara moh hatta?

God save the tsar...

もう終わりだよこの国

guys, who can write what they say in the part about a one Eurasian state?