OOC: This does NOT, I repeat, does NOT take place in the current time. Anyone can participate, but I know who I want to win in the end so don't expect to change the final outcome, otherwise all of my history would be changed.
April 19, 1964. A chateau outside Novrith.
The Empeurer, Claudius Trovtrith XXV sat in his study, his pregnant wife on the sofa bordering the right wall. He had a pipe in his mouth, and was admiring the artwork on the study wall when a knock came at the door.
"Come in."
His chief general entered.
"What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
"Consider this a coup, tyrant." The general liften a pistol and shot the young king in the chest.
"Alea iaci est." he said before falling onto the desk. Alea iaci est - "the die has been cast". And it was true. The die had been cast - for four years of civil war, and the darkest time in Myrorian history. And at the end of it all, the general would become a king himself. He would promise democracy and justice, but he would bring the opposite: dictatorship and favoritism.
His wife, screaming, was dragged from the room, where she would be executed by lethal injection in her bedroom.
April 20, 1964. A chateau outside Novrith, the parlour.
TV cameras rolled as the general began a speech.
"At around noon yesterday, the King and Queen of Myroria were shot in their study. With no heir produced between them, I hereby declare myself King of Myroria.
Yet, though I may bear the title of "king", I will be anything but. You, the citizens, will be the people of a great democracy. As of today, April twentieth, nineteen sixty-four, the Kingdom of Myroria has been reformed as the Parliamentary Republic of Myroria. I will be Chief of Parliament - first among equals, of course. Good day to you all, and good luck."
Later that day, Pelagis Manoir (hastily reformed as the Myrorian Parliament Building).
The "vote" was unanimous. The man who had just declared himself "first among equals" hours earlier was now first. Period. The so-called "parliament" had just given the chief general, a man named Julius Belsen, complete power over the nation.
Of course, the people weren't to know that. It was still a democracy, the Parliament would say. They even passed fake, unbinding "laws" that the Chief of Parliament was to follow in the later weeks. But the people weren't idiots. This wasn't democracy. Well, to them it was, but to an outsider looking in, they would see Myrorians considering a blatant dictatorship democracy. And they didn't like it. They wanted their king back. Belsen would hold complete power for only 5 weeks before the Myrorian Civil War began. And it would be bloody. And it would be dark.