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// Bismarck vs Paul: Questions about democracy 
// Story: The Iron Chancellor 
// by Radical Centrist 
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Bismarck was having a great day. He had promoted 20 of his staff sergeants into generals and promoted Hett to a field marshal. He was extremely impressed with Gunters' ability to command units which he wasn't familiar with as well and made him lead an initiative to train more armoured squads in his army. He had given them all iron crosses, due to there being no casualties and their great performance in battle. 

But his day was ruined by Pauls' intrusion to his office. 

"Bismarck, we have to talk," Paul asked, desperation on his face.

"I'm currently busy, maybe later," Bismarck responded tiredly, as he had to reply to letters from his new generals about their new responsibilities. 

"This cannot wait, we have to solve this now." Paul pleaded, which made Bismarck groan in annoyance and put down his letter. 

"What is it?" Bismarck dug his face on the pile of letters, muffling his response. 

Paul sighed, as he readied himself for Bismarcks' wrath. "... We may need a democratic sys-" 

Paul was slammed by a table being flipped on him, he was knocked against the walls and a claw suddenly busted through the fluttering letters to grasp his neck. 

"AHHHHH! I CAN EXPLAIN!" Paul pleaded as he covered his face with his claws to block an expected punch. 

"You have 10 seconds." Bismarck dangerously warned, 

"They will be advisers only! Don't hit me!" Paul desperately rambled, "You were voted into the position of mayor, weren't you?! I want the same thing for them!" 

Bismarck placed a claw beneath his beak to think. Hmmmm... It could increase our support. But it could also destabilise us as they might ask for more power... "... How can you guarantee me that they won't ask for more than just an advisory role?" 

"I know where you are coming from, but haven't you realised something about these griffons?" Paul asked, not sure if Bismarck had enough interactions with the normal griffons to form a judgement. 

"What about them?" Bismarck asked, confused and laxing his grip on Paul.

"They are unquestioning and extremely loyal, they listen to whatever the hell we say! Advisors could only help us in this situation." Paul reasoned, hoping Bismarck would agree.

"... I suppose you're right..." Bismarck thought, If they see we are giving them the vote, they will go to all lengths to fight and die for us... "... Alright, I'll allow it. But what positions are they going to take?" Bismarck let go of Paul.

Paul simply dusted himself off, and dictated his plans, "We will allow them to vote their representatives by separating their duchies into states, but we will choose their candidates to deter any 'wrong' ideas." 

"No socialists?" 

"No socialists."





Elections had opened up in the city of Berlin, and surprisingly no griffon had decided to run, which meant Bismarck could do what he wanted to do anyway and convinced the village elder to become the first democratically-elected member of the "parliament". He would present the state of Brandenburg, but for now, he would just oversee one city. 

Bismarck and Paul proclaimed to the city that they would recover their newly-found state and kick out the "occupiers". The residents all knew he was bullshitting, but cheered anyways for a glorious future.