#glory to arstotzka

[skarxk]

[countrypapers]

ARSTOTZKAN MIKU!

I saw a trend earlier where people draw Miku in certain cultures and i wanted to draw her based off one of the removed names in Papers, Please. Her Arstotzkan name is Muki Hatsune :3

[milkyssmiah]

GLORY TO ARSTOTZKA

M. Vonel

"Your audit comes soon.

I will personally conduct it."

old version, 2023, 27 December

[andreuromero]

Glory to Arstotzka!

The greatest country!

[cudlll]

I'm starting to redraw my old art with a little bit new idea ...

🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸🥸

[zoink16]

Sergiu😛

[skullkandiii]

calensk and sergui doods since I was watching markiplier play papers please again

[momokat]

Inktober 2024 Day 7 "Passport" POV: You're Jorji Costava

[qutirkoz]

My manic stage is over now I'm just a vegetable

( ´･ω･)

[moromaitar]

Inktober 2024 Day 7: Passport.

A day in the life of an Arstotzkan border control officer, from Papers Please. Glory to Arstotzka! Pen on paper.

[conradforrest]

Could I have made a better background? Maybe, but after 16 hours and a bit more I just wanted to finish with this :p

@countrypapers

[countrypapers]

A normal meeting.

Author's comment:

"Yup, just some normal international meeting."

[tesshex]

is this anything

[hoodedboy79]

Papers Please: Inspector

Based off of Ending 2: Where your family all dies.

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Everyone and everything was gone.

His job.

His apartment.

His friends.

His family.

Everything was gone, took away from him.

When did everything start going wrong? When did God turn their back on him? When did his country turn it's back on him?

Was it when he took pity on those sex workers and let them through even though they didn't have the correct documents?

Was it when that Kolechian man thrusted a bomb at him?

Was it when he didn't report the Ezic immediately?

Or was it when he let Sergiu die?

The man wasn't sure.

As he stared down at his hands, twirling the band around his finger that symbolised the commitment he made to the woman he loved many years ago, the man pondered to himself about what he did wrong. His mind endlessly racing over all the events, and mistakes, that transpired over the last few months during his role as the 'Inspector'.

He wishes he never took the job.

Now he was jobless, shackled and confined to a cell. His crime? Not keeping his family alive.

His son had been the first one to go. His malnourished body couldn't handle any more cold, hungry nights. The medicine did little to help the usually sickly boy and eventually they didn't even have that, the price had become too high.

Grovelling to Calensk followed, hoping the man could spare some of the medicine that he usually smuggled for his wife. He helped as much as he could at the time but in the end, it was pointless.

And Calensk was also gone now. He didn't know where and it was probably better that way. He prayed that Calensk and his wife were safe anyway, hopefully out of Arstotzka.

Then his mother in law went, the heartbreak of her grandson's death taking her fairly quick. Dying 'peacefully' in her sleep, tears of grief still stained on her cheeks.

His wife was inconsolable. Regret weighed heavily on his chest, not only for not being able to provide for his family enough to keep their son alive but for not being able to be there for his grieving wife.

And then she was gone too.

His uncle didn't last too long after her either, succumbing to the illness he contracted from one of the neighbours.

He was a failure as a husband, a father, a nephew, a son-in-law, an Inspector and even as an uncle.

His niece, who was put into his care after his sister was imprisoned, relied on him fully. His family's death along with her mother's absence left the poor girl traumatised and clinging to her uncle with everything she had, crying softly into his coat the night he returned to find his wife no longer with them. The small child tried her best to comfort her uncle but everything about that night was fuzzy, a memory the man would prefer to push down for the rest of his days.

Now with him also imprisoned, the fate of his niece remained unknown to him. The guards and ministers sat tight lipped as the man demanded to know what would become of the girl.

He was fully alone.

Even his friend, that youthful, lovestruck boy Sergiu that promised to protect him while he did his job, was gone. Blown up by a terrorist, the day after he finally got to meet the woman he loved in person too, gleefully recalling to the older man about how Elisa wished to name their first child after him, because she believed the Inspector to be a good man. Sergiu's excitement for his future and the family he was ready to build with Elisa cruelfully stripped away because the Inspector was too slow.

How many lives has he ruined over these few months?

He shudders at the thought.

He can still remember the cold tone that announced his newfound unemployment, his mind can't seem to remember the face that was speaking though, nor the faces of the guards who promptly seized him. The bruises on his arm from their iron-clad grip the only reminder they were ever there.

"Your entire family is gone."

"The Ministry Of Labor focuses on Arstotzka's future growth."

"Workers are expected to support large, healthy families."

"Your position will be filled with someone more appropriate."

"Glory to Arstotzka."

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Just a fairly short thing I wrote while in college, isn't the greatest but I love Papers Please and wanted to write something for it 🤷🏻‍♂️

[cudlll]

lol

[pumpkinsartz]

Ello I’m gonna stream Papers please tomorrow on youtube, this game is really cool I swear.