It was strange when it first happened, no one under stood why.
Mosley had just returned from his trip to South Africa and was ready for his new push for popularity in Britain, but the Britain he came to, was not the same as the one he left: It was anarchy.

The government had just, stopped. International trade had just stopped, the armies had just stood in one place, un moving. People were starving, and many tiny warlord states had popped up, all within a few years of this anarchical situation.

So Mosley tried to call Mussolini, maybe he’d know what was going on, since no one within his own party knew- he got no reply. What was happening? He had reorganised his Blackshirts, and marched around stealing food to supply himself and any who pledged allegiance to his “Greater Britain.”

At one point he moved near the house of commons, to see if there was any activity, but there wasn’t. Instead there were simply militias just ripping each other apart for resources, destroying the beautiful landscape, yet the house of commons had never been fired on. Here was his chance, a chance for coup.

He went back to his base of support and began to build it larger, preparing for a nationwide campaign to unite the country back together, while doing this it became apparent that most other countries in the world were suffering this, although the micro-states of Monaco, Andorra, Liechtenstein, and San Marino were perfectly fine, yet were trying to hold their borders against massive waves of hopeless people wanting a central government.

At this Mosley was confused, why not simply create their own? Were people so foolish that they could not do it themselves? It would be his join to bring a second rise of the British Empire then, and teach all those degradant people what it meant to be strong.

The march to London was met with little opposition, most militias utterly terrified and dumbfounded at such a large centralized military force still existing in these times. Mosley had not seen any Armed Forces at all, a part from one corpse of a soldier, probably killed by the militias.

With great pride his troops marched under the thunderbolt and flag of Greater Britain to the house of commons, shooting any who opposed, and promising recovery to any who would join them. He marched into the house of commons, only to see all its occupants foaming at the mouth and just staring upwards, with their arms up- as if looking for divine instruction, they were all completely oblivious, and some had even lost their faces- becoming mere blanks, this would not stand, and Mosley was ready, he inhaled deeply before shouting,

“I hereby declare the new Greater British State in power by the rules of this coup.” He then promptly, along with most of those with him, had their necks forcefully pushed up, arms raised, and mouths foaming and all began mewing, “What do we do now.”

Meanwhile the previous occupants ran as fast as they could to get tickets to that lovely nation of Liechtenstein, they after all could just practice with all those spare fighter planes and fly over there.




A little insight on what the occupants of a tier see when the tier is dead.