The day had been uneventeful. Just another ordinary Janury day, atending meetings, looking at maps and checking project's progress. As he went to bed in the now called People's Union Palace, Oswald Mosley - "Comrade President" as he asked to be called - kept feeling things had somehow gone off-track ever since he had won the Trade Union's Congress. "This" - he said, in his mind pointing to all of Britain - "This is not what I had planed. This is not what I was put here".
But then he looked at all his papers, he thought of all the agreements it had took to get him there, and he forced himself yet again to accept Britain was now a Social Democracy, and he went to sleep, mumbling just one last thing about "that slide issue"...
Oswald...
Hm?
Oswald...
Who's that?
Oswald Mosley!
Who calls for me?!
Behind ya you git!
*turns around*
Who are you? How did you get here? Secu... wait a minute.
I know that beard. I've seen you somewhere. It was... it was in the History Academy, was it not? You're Professor Sarmatia, are you not?
Took you awhile
So what do you want? How did you get in my... Congress Hall? How did we get here? What's going on, I demand to know!
I have a messege for you. One that will probably make you happier.
Fine then, what is it? Spit it out!
It's quite simple, really: the Powers that Be (besides The People of course) have made a mistake, and wish to correct it. You see, when you where elected President suddently a whole range of other things changed in our United Britain, and a lot of space for reactionary sabotours to speak has been created, some powers gained by the Revolution have been lost by the People's Leaders, you're called Mr. President, and stuff of the sort
Yes, yes - you notice it too? I was begining to think I was mad!
Well that's about to change. It was a glitch on the Great Architects and it will be solved. So tomorow you'll wake up and things will be as they should as they were planed. Ho, and your guys are the Maximalists, not the Maximists Now WAKE!
Wait! No! Wh...
*sitting in bed*
What on Capitalist Hell was that? did I eat something wroten last night? Probably the cook's another sabotour, and no-one's gonna belive me when I tell them.
*door opens*
Comrade President! Grave news!
What is it secr... Did you just call me "Comrade President"?
Hm... Yes. As I always did. Is that too formal?
*getting up*
Never mind, never mind - so tell me of these news...
Sliders moved to the following, after PMing with Sarmatia1871.