The history of Pauldelphia has always been rooted in balance: be it between labour and enjoyment, valuing youth and elders, or obtaining financial gain without sacrificing spiritual/mental enlightenment. The subsequent serenity that flowed within the borders of each province of Pauldelphia made for a content society that, more often than not, maximised prosperity in every sense of the word.

This quasi-utopian nation maintained its magnificent nature up to 12/6 (or, as surviving Pauldelphian scientists termed it, the "Inverse Half"), but on this day, the vast change would have irrevocable effects. Following is the separate stories of each province's struggle with survival, suggesting not only the strength of Pauldelphian spirit, but the admirable quest towards humanity in any circumstance.

Tierra del Obrigesco

The smallest and least developed province of Pauldelphia has an appropriately terse story. Right before IH, the territory was enjoying a tidy profit from local MNCs, McFly Chicken and Slogans & Jingles, Inc. The local government was steadily issuing grants to many entrepreneurs looking to obtain their own lucrative financial windfall. Yet the once barren land, now populated by a plethora of cranes, backhoes, tractors, and wise-cracking crewman, returned to this state by lack of preparation toward the fallout of 12/6. IH did not devastate the landscape so much as decimate the labour force that was keen on maximising its beauty.

The pockmarked land of Obrigesco would have been bereft of any survivors were it not for the state-of-the-art refrigeration and convection techniques present in the bowels of McFly Chicken's vast supply warehouses. A small collection of stockboys, janitors, and poultricians got wind of the blast via friends in other provinces before the metereological equivalent engulfed Obrigesco. The news drove them from the surface levels fast enough that they did not think to warn the numerous citizens who were exposed all too easily to the oncoming radiation.

Within the warehouse, though, the remaining Obrigescans sustained themselves on a multitude of chicken and/or chicken by-products. The tension near the end, when supplies became scarce, was palpable. Recently discovered schematics revealed that the manic Dr. Taupe became excessively fanatical about designing a time machine to return to a pre-IH environment. Thankfully, nepostist business practices allowed for the CEO's fairly productive son to become a stockboy and his first-rate diplomacy skills helped ease the tension specifically caused by Dr. Taupe's furor.

Nevertheless, with McFly chicken sources almost completely depleted, the Pauldelphia motto was metaphorically defenestrated in favour of self-preservation. Despite assumed cannibalism by outsiders, since the survivors dwelled in a warehouse where after only 2 months, everyone smelled like chicken, this moral atrocity was avoided in favour of slightly more acceptable homicidal acts. The corpses wre placed in the now empty freezers in hope that proper burials would some day be possible. In the meantime, relative food proportions increased and the survivors would not run out before the fateful day that connection with other provinces and nations was re-established. Still, the Obrigesco tale is a dark one. The profound effects of IH and subsequent acts will have a psychological toll on the remaining Obrigescans such that McFly Chicken, for a while at least, will most certainly need to solely be an export.

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