[ForumRP] Anarcho-Capitalism: UK

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Spoiler: THREAD THEME (OPTIONAL)

Roleplaying game set in an Anarcho-Capitalist United Kingdom circa 2070.

Read rules before posting.

Spoiler: What is anarcho-capitalism?

Anarcho-capitalism, also known as "Libertarian Anarchy" is an individualist and anarchist political philosophy that advocates the elimination of the state in favour of complete individual sovereignty in a free market.

In an anarcho-capitalist society, law enforcement, courts, and all other security services would be operated by privately funded competitors rather than centrally through compulsory taxation. Money, along with all other goods and services, would be privately and competitively provided in an open market. Therefore, personal and economic activities under anarcho-capitalism would be regulated by victim-based victim based resolution under tort and contract law, rather than by statute through centrally determined punishment under political monopolies.

Wealth is not redistributed.
People have the right to forcibly defend their property by any means necessary under any breach of the NAP.
The free market has abolished all criminality, everything you state is legal on your property, is legal.
You have the right to invade another person's property only if they violate the NAP.

This means, if you work for Apple™ for example, you are now contractually obliged to follow their orders. This means you could end up as part of their private militia, or as a slave.
The fat-cats reap all the benefits, and the only way to stop the fat-cats is to become one.

Spoiler: What is the 'NAP'?

The NAP, "NON AGGRESSION PRINCIPLE", is an ethical stance which asserts that "aggression" is inherently illegitimate. "Aggression", for the purposes of NAP, is defined as initiating or threatening the use of any and all forcible interference with an individual or individual's property.

If your neighbour violates the NAP by trespassing on your property when you don't want him there, you have the right to use any means necessary, and annex his land for yourself.

Spoiler: LORE

In 2060, after the third Iraq war, the UK Government was in need of a shake-up as wartime politics had dropped to stunning new lows of virtue signalling, and many many words were backed up by very few actions.

The RLL (Radical Libertarian League) was formed by Sir Simeon McBucklemyshoe in 2061, which rapidly gained votes in several constituencies, working toward a free market.

Spoiler: LORE

In 2062, the free market was declared completely open to all, and a divvying of property and rights were set in place. Each man, woman and child bound to their property had their own laws to make and defence to manage.

Very soon after, mega corporations such as ASDA, Tesco, McDonalds, had formed private Junta forces of mercenaries willing to annex innocent properties and enslave the owners to become part of their monopolies.

Morality is subjective.
It has been 8 years since the system was put in place.

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FATCAT ROSTER
@harry - KFC™
@rapidjuice - Mcdonalds™
@Evil - Burger King™
@Powley - Tesco™
@Mendel - G4S™ (Merc)
@Chromesthesia_ - NotISIS Transport™

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RULES​

1. If you are not a Fatcat, you cannot use Recreational Nukes™, copyright products or use unrealistically sourced weaponry without first having a post about purchasing said things from a fatcat (e.g Tanks, missiles, Recreational Nukes™) It's alright to have a small militia, slaves and small arms however.
2. You cannot become a well known Fatcat without asking the roster manager. (me, steam or inbox me)
3. No shitposting.
4. Each post should be developed and well-typed, at least a descriptive paragraph. Add a small picture too, or if it's large, put it in a spoiler.
5. If the NAP is breached, an alliance is made, or if you , you must post it in big letters. For example "Apple has breached Burger King's NAP!"
6. If you are mentioning a company name, you must place a ™ (trademark) symbol after their name.
7. If you are not a Fatcat, and you are attacking another non-Fatcat, you must allow them to respond with their defensive post (within 2 days), then the roster manager will state who wins the conflict.
8. Fatcats may attack eachother indefinitely until they reach a truce, or one surrenders.
9. The currency used right now is Bitcoin as a global free market currency. You may still barter with other resources.

FATCATS
If you are a Fatcat, your job is to ultimately become richer and richer, doing as ever you please until you find time to expand your empire. There is no limit to what business you run, drugs, prostitution, slavery, child militias, mercenary work for example.

As a Fatcat you begin with private militias, as well as other resources like vast land, R&D departments and schools on your property.

If you are not a Fatcat, or choose not to play as one, you must defend your property, and may do as you please without any exact goal. You can trade and barter with Fatcats for resources to become a Fatcat yourself.

Good luck.​

 

[rapidjuice]

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first example post

All is quiet on the homefront of McDonalds™ Outlet #0945, in what was once a peaceful Birmingham retail park. Now, it is divided and diced into tiny states, kingdoms, duchys, countries even, all biding their peace until the next moment one wishes to infringe on their rights and violate their NAP.

While a fat, moustached General Manager Harold Johnheim, manager and commissioned officer of aforementioned McDonalds™ outlet lays back in his comfortable desk chair, kicking his feet up, he ponders how the newly patented and cheap McWorms™ are faring on the market. He checks his Bitcoin balance on his phone before starting to shoot up on some perfectly legal McHeroin™. This is his allotted time for a 3 minute McBreak™, following company orders in a perfectly reasonable attempt to keep productivity of it's workers to a maximum.

All of a sudden, one of the Worker First Class throw open the door. As the young spotty teenager confronts the commisioned officer, he offers him a quick salute, bringing both hands to his chest and forming an "M" shape before stating "Sir!". The McHeroin™ needle practically fell from his arm in fright!

"Yes, Worker, you may speak."

"The Premier Inn across the road! Its- it- Theres-".

"Well!? Out with it boy!" John thundered.

The teenager pointed behind the General Manager, at which point he turned to watch the live surveillance footage playing behind himself. On the screen, it is clear to see a woman at the bin shed garbage disposal behind the building, clearly sifting through waste rubbish for something to eat. It is clear to see, on the panoramic screen, that the woman is wearing, a Premier Inn™ uniform. Gasping, John rises from his seat.

Premier Inn™ has violated McDonalds™ NAP!

McDonalds™ declares war on Premier Inn™!

Mounting a large scale attack, the General Manager calls up all private child militias in the area to completely annex the inhabitants of the Premier Inn™. The denizens residing inside are shown no quarter after the extended siege and return of gunfire, what little armed resistance they put up is smitten by McDonalds™ recently patented 7.62x51MMR McRifles™. Around half of those who surrender are shown mercy and granted the luxury of a life of slavery.

 

[nash]

Steve comes in on his wheel chair with what appears to be a multi rocket launcher on his left shoulder, he blurts:

"Hand me the cash or I blow this shit stain to pieces!"

Everyone in star bucks raises their hands, as steve begins to roll around at the speed of a snail and takes the cash from each individual, one by one. He then returns to the front of the shop, before whistling a little tune. A few infidels donning flecktarn yelling things about "cheeki breeki" roll into the shop with baseball caps, bats and a few rolls of duct tape. Angry faces with cigars and tits the size of saturn, there must of been half a dozen, brandishing the group name of "Origami Salami". They go round, raising their bats and crushing each individuals skull into the table. Bash bash and smash smash, each little figure is turned into paper mache and ends up pasted across the table. Steve sits in the middle of starbucks, sinister smile on his mouth.

"he-" Cut off by a paper airplane hitting her eyeball, the cashier is immediately sent into a cardiac arrest, a fit on the ground as the rest of the workers turn, shocked. Steves smile raises more and more, reaching his eyes to the point where it wasn't even realistic anymore and the narrator himself was an actual nutter for thinking this was serious."Wadda we do b0ss?" Yells one of the masked ones, donning an adidas tracksuit with a hole directly where his crotch is. "Get me a starbucks". A figure leaps over the counter, placing a paper gun to one of the cashiers head. he shits himself, doing a 360 flip and landing on the ground screaming," Take what you want!" The male proceeds to bait out a worker, telling him to make a starbucks.

STEVE CONTROLS:

Starbucks
Steve-land.

Starbucks has become of multi-corporate company Stevenson's club.
STEVENSON'S CLUB HAS GONE TO WAR WITH: STARBUCKS.