Colors of the Rogue State: Rednecks and Blueballs

By Justin Conley

A new series from the writers of CADENZA, which brings us into a world that mirrors ours.

Color is king in the land of Merica. The color of one's skin determines one's background, status, standing in the eyes of the people and in some cases, one's possible fate. What happens when the lines become blurred and the ones that decide not to follow the status quo rebel against it? The first book tells the story of those certain individuals that decide to change things in Merica and the aftermath of their journey.

For these players of Merica's new generation of leadership, no longer will Mercia be judged by the color of one's skin, but by the content of one's character...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Justin Conley
• Release date: May 24, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311843159

Justin Conley

Justin Conley is a bona-fide author who has been writing from the cradle. Before he found the calling to take on writing full time, he travelled all over the world and has served his country proudly in the U.S. military for 10 years. Since leaving the military, he has used newfound skills to perfect his chosen craft and has written bestselling novels to include THE EASTER BUNNY AND THE WHORE OF BABYLON and ARCINA GANGSTER along with participating in writing several parts to the INIQUITOUS DOMINION series.He continues to write novels based on his favorite genres: Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance and Erotica, Political/Religious-themed fiction, and Dark SatireRecently, he published his own books under the publisher RED HAREM PRESS and has become partners with David D. Haynes IV under the banner of DAVIIDIC ENTERTAINMENT and THE IMPERFECT SOCIETY.

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COLORS

OF THE

ROGUE STATE

Rednecks and Blueballs

A Justin Conley Piece

COLORS OF THE ROGUE STATE:

REDNECKS AND BLUEBALLS

By

Justin Conley

Copyright

The Imperfect Society 2018

Published

by

The Imperfect Society

FOREWARD

This is the story of a planet known as Merica of a new century, the only planet in a small spiral galaxy. For this story, I used the archetype of New York City to make out the structure of Merica’s five continents. Like New York City, Merica is known for its borders and diversity. The name of the continents, names after the five boroughs of New York City, are used as a simple way to enhance the story. This, or the characters in this book, isn’t, in any way, a way to insult or to degrade. It is only used to improve imagination and excitement.

If that doesn’t bother you, then I welcome you to the planet Merica, the main character of this story and other stories therein. In telling about the world of Merica, the credit will be given where credit is due. I hope New York City likes this story very much. I couldn’t have found a better model to use. 

On with the story...

1. KING OF MERICA

Moscow Russ XII relaxed around his vacation home in Aliahan Village on the continent of Staten Island. He went there to relax with his wife, Samara VI, on the beach in their secret penthouse Moscow’s men had built for just this occasion. 

However, this was not an occasion. 

Outside the planet, a war was going on; a war that Moscow himself brought together. 

Moscow took a view of one of their two moons that dwell in the skies of the galaxy. For this occasion, one was shining brighter than the other. Even though they were two small moons, they had powerful light. Moscow and Samara, as well as his five children, were enjoying it just the same. 

Despite the war, he thought that this was not going to ruin his fun. As his children were playing, four daughters and one son, the next king, Moscow and Samara were relaxing in chairs on the patio of their penthouse. Moscow noticed the large amounts of guards. Samara was nervous around them. He needed them everywhere he went, especially with the wars.   

I wish you didn’t need those guards, Samara said in her sweet voice, a voice she always used with her husband, whom he had so much love for.

I know, Moscow said sincerely. I wish I didn’t need them, either. But for this, they’re necessary.

For the riots?

Yes! The riots. They’re still brewing. I tried to make examples, but they keep coming.

They don’t like these wars. I don’t understand why we need them myself.

Because they don’t like what I’m doing. They don’t like that I’m ruling Merica. They don’t like my family and the dynasty. After everything, they hate me now. I’m only doing what I was inherited to do. That’s all I can do. Nothing more. Am I right?

Samara smiled. Of course, darling. That’s all you can do. I just feel for our children.

I know. They don’t need to know about all this. Hopefully, it would be peaceful when they take their places in the spectrum of our kingdom. For now, we need to keep them safe until whatever this is passes!

If it ever does.

Moscow did not comment on the last sentence. He reached for a paper near him and looked at the front page. He could see a news story on the war. 

So far, it was mediocre news. There had been many of them. Every day there was a story about the war. It could be about causalities, certain movements, and battles into different territory. Mostly, it was about criticism of Moscow’s decisions, and the repercussions of those decisions in the form of riots from the Mericans of all the continents.

We have to leave soon, Moscow told his wife. It won’t be safe. I don’t’ see why we came in the first place.

Because you need to regroup, Samara said. 

Sure, he said. But will that be enough?

It’ll be enough if you say it will.

Moscow looked at the face of his beautiful wife. He was still feeling the love after all this time. She formed some wrinkles from constant stress over the years with him. He knew that she was trying her best to stay strong for their children’s sake.

I don’t deserve someone like you in my life, he said. After all these years, I still love you. And you could have left at any time, after all the stupid decisions I made. Mericans hate me now and want me dead.

It will die off, Samara said. They’ll love you again.  

But the fact remained the same. Moscow had not accomplished what he wanted. He knew that somewhere in his mind, he could not stop the chaos even if he wanted it. It had gotten to the point where his dynasty and the present chaos had intertwined with each other. 

Moscow raised himself up and went inside the house. Samara saw her children as they continued to laugh. She feared the worst. She only wished that they could stay here forever, staying away from the worse coming from Manhattan and spreading.

When he went inside, he went into the living room, where the king’s lead guard named Warsaw was reading a book as he watched the home. Moscow sat with him.

We’re leaving this place soon, he said.

Are you sure? Warsaw asked. 

No! But I don’t have a choice. Arrange it.

Yes, sir!

And another thing. Try to contact the General. Tell him of my return and get new information from him about what's waiting for me when I get back to the palace.

****

For at least twenty years, the war that has been dubbed the Eve of Moons War had been fought outside and within Merica. Outside, the forces of King Moscow Russ XII were fighting a brave fight that had gotten grittier since coming out with the heavy artillery. Within Merica itself, however, it was a different story. People were protesting against the king and his dynasty. There had been riots around the continent of Manhattan and the surrounding continents in Merica, including Bronx, Brooklyn, and Queens. 

So far, they were failures, but the resentment between a leader and his people never left. Through the years, the bad blood boiled over to the point that they were itching for another chance when they could take them down and established their own rule. 

Unfortunately, Moscow was not merciful for the rioters. Any that were captured were given a quick trial and sentenced to death, carried out by Moscow’s Royal Guard. 

It was just the way Ivan Moscow wanted. And whatever Moscow wanted, Moscow got. 

There was nothing anyone could do about it. He ruled the