That's the most real thing I've ever seen in Atlasia. Reading the thread, I picture a convention at an indeterminate city, the floor engulfed in chaos with dozens vainly attempting to get themselves heard. That convention was something else. It was terrifying, astounding, wonderous. It was the manic and frantic end, and it was the peak as well. It was the last hurrah of the Regional Protection Party, the party that found power that I did not imagine existed and used it to do things I thought not possible. I doubt that we shall look upon its like again.
No, it was the last hurrah of Hamilton's Progressive Conservative Party and a rebirth of Regionalism within the party when many like Hamilton and others were willing to trade it away for electoral victory that would have never occured anyone because him and his scandals and DWTL's scandals. .
