Albania Lore

' Cynder Island, the 3rd of May 2021. '

Zealandia is in the midst of turmoil, the country is going through a dark hour and many of the government officials have fled major towns and cities to secure facilities or have even left the country entirely for safety. Panzzrr, a Dutch Nationalist, Member of the Volkspartij and a Senator is on Cynder Island preparing for an upcoming diplomatic mission they are going on, a mission to Switzerland to recover the Deputy Prime Minister from a group claiming to hold custody of him.

Panzzrr safely makes it to Switzerland that day and meets with the group to begin negotiations, the group noticing Panzzrr has no money with them at the time concludes that they are being set up and take the Senator prisoner along with the Deputy Prime Minister, Panzzrr is now in Albanian captivity. Over the next few days Panzzrr grows increasingly resentful of the Albanians, growing to hate them to their core. Panzzrr watches the Albanians murder the Deputy after he had tried to escape and decides that if they do not escape themselves, they will meet the same fate and so pins the Albanians against each other and uses the ruckus caused to escape, they are successful.

After returning to Zealandia it is clear the Senator is quite shaken from their mission, the Minister of Defence for reasons unknown decides to send Panzzrr to Albania to conduct diplomacy there, Panzzrr refuses but is thrown in a plane, flown to Albania and thrown out and forced to participate in the Defence Minister's cruel game. Panzzrr safely reaches the ground and is immediately taken into Albanian custody and subjected to horrors and abuse, Panzzrr comes out of Albanian captivity alive once again but this time, Panzzrr is forever changed. They attempt suicide, and fail, through luck or divine intervention Panzzrr is spared from their own desperate actions and continues to live, but is forever mentally scarred.

This is when Panzzrr's story takes it's radical turn, on the 6th of May from an Albanian asylum the people of Albania choose the foreigner who fell from the sky and survived a bullet to the brain as their leader, it is unknown why but this is just one of the miracles witnessed in Panzzrr's journey, and this is only the beginning of their campaign of glory, honour, triumph and tragedy. The beginning of the formation of Greater Albania. From now on Panzzrr is know as Pazmir, Blessed Pazmir.

' Tirana, Albania. 6th of May 2021. '

Dawn breaks, Rifles crack, Bullets rip and Children scream. It is the beginning of the War of Expulsion, Albania's first Civil war under Pazmir. The morn begins with an assassination attempt against Pazmir by a Communist revolutionary from Zealandia, Pazmir survives the attack and is able to extract information from their assassin but the Palace is soon stormed by Serbian troops and the assassin is lost. The morning had not been hectic enough as Pazmir was soon bombarded by Advisor, General and Courtier on how to act in regards to the uprising which unknown at the time was lead by soon to be King Kevjin the Conqueror. Pazmir had immediately has Grand General Mookij the unyielding take up defensive positions around rebel occupied territory in Albania's elaborate Bunker network, this proves to be a very successful strategy as it kept the rebels from breaking out from their territories later in the war. Once a front is established the Army pushes into rebel territory, crushing all resistance in their path and successfully securing Kukes. A couple days pass, Serbians are funnelled through the border to join the rebels and the Albanian military has bolstered their military, once again the order is given by Pazmir and Grand General Mookij leads the army to march over rebel troops who promptly collapse under his boot, Albania has yet secured yet another part of their country, Has, from rebel hands. This victory is not to be celebrated yet however, with the rebels on the run Pazmir orders for them to be pursued and another victory be claimed and their word is honoured and once again the traitorous rebels are crushed beneath Albanian boot. On the 9th of May Albanians flock to the street and celebrate the end of the War of Expulsion and sing praise to Pazmir, who they then there, on the streets of Kolojne where the rebellion has been crushed just moments ago, coronate Pazmir King of Albania and dub them "The Great". Pazmir returns to their palace in Tirana to celebrate with the Queen.

Pazmir travels to Kosovo and speaks to those in charge of the region, they have heard tales of Blessed Zoti-Mbreti Pazmir "The Great" and are more than willing to fulfill their request for Kosovo to merge with Albania, forming Greater Albania. This does not go so smoothly, this act of unification triggers all out Balkan war, a war that will test Albania and Pazmir's resolve, the tragedy of our tale. Surrounded on all sides Pazmir decided it is best to fortify Albania's borders and get ready for a war of attrition but is in the midst of purchasing an answer to the Serbian question, an end to the war, a Nuclear bomb. But Albania is not alone, the Queen travels to the Organisation of Islamic Cooperation and returns with good news of their support and their funding of Albania, Albania is also funded by her allies in America but she does not seek funding, she seeks peace..... And just as the thought of a long desperate war falls on the Albanian populace, the son of the Deputy Prime Minister, who Pazmir had long ago tried to save brings Albania hope, the Wellington accords, a promise of peace upon the fall of the Balkan league and the securement of Kosovo as Albanian territory.

' Serbian border, 10th of May 2021. '

Grand General Mookij the unyielding is gathered at the border with a small squad of Albanians, tasked with getting a Nuke into Belgrade, it is the beginning of Operation "Serbstinction". Under the cover of night the team gets the bomb labelled "To Serbitches, From Albania" across the border and make way for Belgrade. Their efforts are in vain however as they are spotted by Serbian patrols and a gunfight breaks out. The Albanians and Serbians trade spit of fire for spit of fire, the rip of bullet for the rip of bullet, each action one takes is met by reaction, the small intense skirmish that can change everything is neck and neck until it there is but one Albanian left. A dash is made for the detonator which is placed in the cold lifeless palm of his brother, he picks it up and listens for a moment to the pleas of the remaining Serbians who beg for his mercy, he remember his orders. Victory or Death. "No" he informs them...... but his resolve was not enough, he falls to the ground, struck by the cruelty of a Serbian bullet like many of his kin before him. The Nuke is in Serbian hands, and the detonator is a red target for the enraged Albanian bulls to charge at.

' Secure Serbian facility, 11th of May 2021. '

Blessed Zoti-Mbreti Pazmir hears of the loss of the Nuke and without hesitation assembles 100 of Albania's finest, he kisses his son and wife goodbye and informs Mookij of what his next steps should be, and was gone in the space of no time at all. After what feels like a matter of seconds Pazmir and his 100 are prepping to jump, they jeer and laugh to hide fear, Pazmir is the first to jump and is suiting up to do so when the cruel hand of the Devil punches through their plane, Pazmir jumps from the exploding carcass of the craft and falls through Serbian missiles and the fire of Albanian aircraft, landing gracefully on Serbian soil to be ungracefully beaten and tortured by Serbian troops and dragged to captivity, the landing of Pazmir and his 100 has failed, but unlike the foreigner's first fall this fall was made on their own accord, they were ready to fail for Albania and pay the price for doing so, and now it seems that is what they will have to do.

'Tirana, Albania. 11th of May 2021.'

Dawn breaks, Rifles crack, Bullets rip and Children scream. It is the beginning of Kevjin's Conquest, Albania's seconf Civil war under Pazmir. Once again rebels flock to the streets to take over Albania as they have planned to for a while and this time their leader Kevjin is finished with hiding in the shadows and instead wishes to claim what he believes his in front of all Albania, The rebels flood into the King's palace and take the Queen but fail to grab anyone else. The Albanian military defending the border are both confused and afraid, they know not where their beloved King is and fear for the Queen's life. They decide to surrender to Kevjin so that they may continue to keep the border from Serbian invasion. Kevjin has taken Albania in it's entirety in the space of an hour due to the ongoing crisis it is facing, Mookij being loyal to Pazmir till the end attempts to create a counter revolution. Mookij is murdered on the streets of Albania by confused and scared Albanians, not knowing how to make sense of the world anymore.

' Secure Serbian facility, 19th of May 2021. '

It has been a while since Blessed Pazmir's imprisonment, the Nuclear bomb that had been smuggled into the country has been dismantled and the wars Albanian had been facing, both internal and external have all come to a halt. Pazmir has been using their phone calls to negotiate a peace with Kevjin the Conqueror, with progress being made but still a solid truce being a while away. As the sun rose on that Wednesday it was not known to the Albanian people what cruelty they would soon see, Blessed Blessed Zoti-Mbreti Pazmir the Great makes the final preparation for their escape. The door to their cell flings open at 0730 on the dot as usual and Pazmir without hesitation makes their dash, Pazmir dodging obstacle and obstacle again whilst narrowly escaping the hail of bullets flying everywhere makes it to the exit of the facility. Just as their hand touches the valve to open the door a single rifle's spit of fire echos out drowning out the sound of all the other rifles, the shouting of Serbian guards and the facilities escape siren. Pazmir stands frozen as if time has suddenly stopped after what seems like an eternity Pazmir collapses onto the valve of the door which gives way, the sudden flinging open of the door shoves Pazmir back a few steps before finally, they gracefully fall to their knees. The Serbian guards watch from down the hallway, rifles ready. Breath held. "ПУЦАЈ". Seven Serbian guns fire at Pazmir but it seems as if a million bullets fly through the air, each bullet hitting brings Pazmir's corpse back to life for just a moment, Pazmir finally leaves their kneeling position and falls face first to the ground, they lie lifeless in a pool of blood as red as Albania's flag just a few inches from the door from which the morning sun shines down on them, the scene of their death accompanied by a song provided by the chirping of morning birds. The next few days would not leave blessed Pazmir's corpse in such a peaceful state however, they were to be paraded around Serbia suffering the hurls of too many cruel insults to count, treated like no King should in their worst nightmares be treated. But the Serbians would allow Blessed Zoti-Mbreti Pazmir the Great their last dying wish, to be laid to rest in Albania.