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The elf silently crept into the transmitter room. He sighed and dialed a number he knew all too well.

The Empress's number.

Merrech looked around. Everyone else was asleep. He rarely slept any more. It was too close to death. And he had seen a lot of death.

He was old, even for an elf. He had been young at the kinslaying, and had fought against Morgoth and Sauron both.

And he had been exiled, for some crime, from Menelmacar. What was it again? It was so long ago I can't remember, and I doubt Sirithril does either.

Life had been good for him, here in Roania, though. His own tower, for his private introspections. A position on the council, a license to practice magic. Though if a bunch of decadent descendants of Eorl dared to stop me it would be their funeral.

And yet, for all his attempts to escape his previous life and name, for Merrech wasn't his true name, Eu knows, it crept up on him. He was still a Menelmacari, and it was his mission to bring this matter to his Empress's attention.

She correctly believed that the Roanians, this time at least, would remain loyal. She did not, however, know that the Roanians were very bitter. He sighed and began sending the transmission.

[code:1:5448457e1a]To: Empress Sirithril
From: Merrech

Elentari, it is my most grevious duty to bring a matter to your attention.

Quite frankly, we risk losing the Roanians. No, not to the dark or Morgoth, they have learnt their lesson. But certainly they will stop aiding us unless coerced, should matters not be dealt with.

I know you think that they can be lost, but they can not. You need them, if I may speak frankly. You have few allies not bound by CENNA's regulations, few allies willing to be brutal enough to get a job done quickly and correctly.

There are mutterings on the streets and in the barracks. Alexander is an absolute ruler, but he is not a secure one. Should public opinion turn against Menelmacar, not even coerced support will come. It will be promised, but something will 'crop up.'

Also, Alexander himself feels as if he is being treated rather poorly. This is worse than public opinion, as his support is needed for the Roanians to even try to do anything.

My influence can only stretch so far. M'lady, I reccomend a state visit, either you come here or he goes there. Get him on side.

You need not fear that you will meet me should it happen here. I shall absent myself from proceedings, find other business.

I remain, your most humble servant...[/code:1:5448457e1a]

Merrech paused. Did he want to put down his real name? No, not really. Even if the Empress did not remember it, someone surely would.

[code:1:5448457e1a]Merrech.[/code:1:5448457e1a]

In the tongue of the wood elves, it meant Betrayer.

OOC:<Bump>

Just once, and then I might give up.

Pity, I really wanted to join the ranks of nations Siri has visited.

OOC: Bad connection problems all weekend. So I sorta forgot about this thread.

IC:

Merrech:

Your... continued service despite your exile has not gone unnoticed, and I thank you for it. Though I'm curious why you selected this particular alias for yourself.

No matter, though, that is a discussion for another day. Inform the Roanians I will be visiting. Though the tone of the visit remains undecided... they have come dangerously close of late to 'crossing the line', if you know what I mean.

I look forward to your prompt response.

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[code:1:456b4fd908]
To: Elentari Sirithril
From: Archmage Merrech

I still hold that what I did was for the best, Elentari. We can not stand against the forces of darkness forever.

Some day, we must make sacrifices...

As to that matter, the General responsible for those foolish actions has mysteriously disapeared. His whereabouts are currently unknown.

I shall do as ordered. And I shall make myself scarce.[/code:1:456b4fd908]

Alexander stared out at his city. He sighed. "Being ruler of this country isn't as easy as I though."

"Yes, well, about that. Sirithril is visiting." Merrech said. Alexander felt unseen coils slide around his neck.

Alexander turned around. "She's what? The Empress is coming here? My overlady and ruler? Neep."

"Yes. I just recieved a transmission from her. I have informed Darquis, of course."

<<A Very Elaborate Bump>>

"Okay. Now, how am I meant to greet her?" Alexander asked, eyes firmly on the bottle of brandy on his mantlepiece.

"It all depends. If she greets you by name, you call her 'My Lady', and bow moderately. If she glares at you and calls you 'Prince Alexander', then you bow deeply and call her 'Elentari Sirithril, heir of Feanor'. If she calls you Worm, then you start to look for another job." Minister for Protocol Himmler stared at the brandy as well. So did all of the other members of the Council of Nobles.

They all reach for goblets at once.

OOC: *giggles* Great post. ^_^ Though in the first example, go for something more along the lines of bowing well more than slightly, but not quite deeply. Sorta moderately, y'know?

IC:

The Gilthoniel approached the airport of Roania's capital city. Once within the area controlled by the airport's traffic controllers, the ship contacted the tower.

"Roania ATC, this is Gilthoniel. We are carrying the Elentári. You are... 'requested' to provide us with immediate landing clearance, and a gate at the terminal with at least four hundred meters of open area."

~Siri

"This is RATC, permission granted." The airport buildings seemed to... shift somehow, and then it was set up exactly as the Gilthoniel's captain wanted.

A massive amount of soldiers began to run from barracks and assemble at a respectful distance. Polizei quickly scoured the streets for anyone not waving a Menelmacari flag.

Alexander woke up. "What! She's here already?" He quickly grabs his cape and sword. "Nyah! Everyone, let's move!"

OOC: They shifted? :shock: How dey do dat?

IC:

The Elven cruiser passed low over the terminal, giving all inside a lovely view of the majestic craft... three hundred fifty meters of shining mithril, painted a glossy void-black and blood-red. The ship was sleek, sort of organic looking, and very elegant, with many wide windows, fierce-looking weapon turrets, a striking dual-pronged bow, a prominent bridge tower towards the aft and long triangular flags flying from comm masts. The name Gilthoniel was emblazoned on the hull in a sort of luminous golden script, in both Quenya and English, and the daggerstar sigil of House Fëanor was prominently displayed on the hull in a number of places.

When the Gilthoniel reached her assigned gate, she rotated smoothly into the air and nosed carefully into the spot, setting down so gently upon the tarmac that there was no sound to be heard nor impact to be felt. The hatch of the vessel opened...

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Chancellor of CENNA
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If one looked very carefully at the crowds waving Menelmacari flags, you could make out half a dozen confederate security agents, all looking happy and cheerful, and secretly hoping the Gilthoniel would spray the crowds with water.

((IOW: #tag.))

OOC: They shifted? :shock: How dey do dat?

IC:

The Elven cruiser passed low over the terminal, giving all inside a lovely view of the majestic craft... three hundred fifty meters of shining mithril, painted a glossy void-black and blood-red. The ship was sleek, sort of organic looking, and very elegant, with many wide windows, fierce-looking weapon turrets, a striking dual-pronged bow, a prominent bridge tower towards the aft and long triangular flags flying from comm masts. The name Gilthoniel was emblazoned on the hull in a sort of luminous golden script, in both Quenya and English, and the daggerstar sigil of House Fëanor was prominently displayed on the hull in a number of places.

When the Gilthoniel reached her assigned gate, she rotated smoothly into the air and nosed carefully into the spot, setting down so gently upon the tarmac that there was no sound to be heard nor impact to be felt. The hatch of the vessel opened...

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Elentári of the Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar
Chancellor of CENNA
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OOC: Magic! I dunno. Not having a navy frees up a great deal of money.

IC: Several black limousines pulled up. Dozens of flunkies rushed to lay down a red carpet as the Prince and Council exited, to general applause. Flanking Alexander was his sister, Rachel and his fiance, Kelly. If he looked really carefully, an observer would alse be able to pick out the pointy helmet of Low King Grendel, of Khazad-Zar.

The first to emerge from the craft after its staircase extended was not Sirithil, but rather a pair of Menelmacari soldiers - members, in fact, of the Mornahossë, the Shadow Force, Menelmacar's special forces unit (which also serves the role of the Secret Service, protecting Siri) famed and renowned in those nations which are friends with Menelmacar... and feared and dreaded in those that aren't.

There were only two, though, and they descended the stairs resplendent in full armor, shining golden in the sun, with gleaming rifles, and each also carried a Menelmacari flag. That they were seen was a testament to their peaceful intentions; when they are hostile, the only visual evidence of a Mornahossë presence comes in the form of a crimson flash of pressurized helium plasma or the excruciating pain of a passing monobladed longsword as oblivion descends.

Yet when they reached the bottom of the stairs, they simply placed their flags into a pair of little holders so they would fly proudly in the wind; they presented arms, and turned inwards, facing each other.

At last Sirithil herself appeared, tall and beautiful, wearing a white robe that shone like pearls and diamonds, yet was made of the softest and silkiest of fabrics. The robe was trimmed and embroidered in golden thread, matching the pure gold shine of her hair and glimmering in the sunlight. She waved to the crowd, giving them her gentle smile as she descended the stairs. When she reached the bottom, her soldiers saluted her, and she returned the salute.

Following her was a male elf, blue-eyed and raven-haired, wearing a similarly colored robe. His facial structure and poise bore a strong resemblance to those of the Elentári; this was her son, Lord Maglor, Heir to the Daggerstar Crown. He followed a similar routine as his mother as he descended the staircase.

Thusly did the Queen of the Stars and her beloved son step for the first time onto Roanian soil.

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The Prince ((Would you mind if I refer to your Prince as prince Maglor? Only the Prince is the ruler of Roania)) looked around, confused. He hissed to an aide. "She hasn't spoken! What do I do?"

"Just act natural, and hope for the best." Prince Alexander stepped forward, hesitantly. A full phalanx of Inquisitors instantly surrounded him. "Look, I hardly think that the Elentari would kill me. Out of my way."

At a nod from Richelieu, the Inquisitors ducked out of the way. Alexander stepped forward on his own. When he reached the foot of the stairs, he paused. "Most Glorious Elentari, Heir of Feanor, Holder of the Daggerstar Throne, it is an honor to welcome you to my humble Principality." He coughed, and then kneeled, in the knightly pose.

"Crown," Alexander's aide whispered. "It's the Daggerstar Crown." He was pretty sure Siri didn't actually have a throne, per se.

Sirithil smiled. "Well-met. It is an honor to be here, Prince Alexander, and I thank you for your kindest of welcomes. A star shines upon the hour of our meeting."

She offered her hand, that he might kiss it.

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Chancellor of CENNA
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Alexander stares at the hand blankly. Himmer catches up and whispers to him. "She wants you to kiss it."

Alexander whispers out of the corner of his mouth, "Why?"

"It's just tradition." Himmer said in a voice that showed he really meant 'water-lover madness'. Alexander subconciously filed a little cross against Himmer's name for rudeness.

He then steps forward and leaves a light kiss on Siri's wrist. Backing away, he smiles warily. Okay... so she's smiling and she called me Prince Alexander... what's the protocol here? I'll have to improvise... I *hate* doing that. "Elentari Sirithril, you truly do me a glorious honor. May I have the pleasure to introduce you to my..." Alexander quickly ran his eye along the councillors.

Minister of the Armed Forces Edmund Hyacinth was surreptiously holding a hot water bottle to his head; Minister of Foriegn Affairs and Trade Leopold Darquis was giving the Elentari an enquiring look, as if wondering what she would do next; Minister of the Judiciary Charles Stryke appeared to have fallen asleep on Minister for Industry Christine Violet's shoulder; Cardinal Richelieu's eyes were flicking back and forth between the two Menelmacari warriors and his Inquisitors; Minister for Protocol Gerald Himmer was grovelling for all he was worth, and Merrech was... Bunch of weaklings. What must she think?-and where is Merrech. He's my advisor on Elven Affairs, and I gave explicit orders for him to be here. He coughed and finished "my sister, Rachel." His smile took a distinctly beaten-up look as he once more observed some of the finest men in the Principality. I can see my future just floating away...


Rachel stepped forward and bowed both to her twin brother and to the Elentari. "Your Most Glorious Majesty, this is a wonderful and joyous day." She smiled at both Sirithril and Lord Maglor.

OOC: She's so much more on the ball then Alex. It's a pity that at the time Edward died, she was also believed dead.

OOC: Can I be told, OOCly, what exactly the tone of this visit will be? Is it going to be the soft-soap approach?

OOC: The tone? Depends on a lot of things, really. I'm just sorta playing it by ear.

~Siri

OOC: The tone? Depends on a lot of things, really. I'm just sorta playing it by ear.

~Siri

Kay.

Alexander stares at the hand blankly. Himmer catches up and whispers to him. "She wants you to kiss it."

Alexander whispers out of the corner of his mouth, "Why?"

"It's just tradition." Himmer said in a voice that showed he really meant 'water-lover madness'. Alexander subconciously filed a little cross against Himmer's name for rudeness.

He then steps forward and leaves a light kiss on Siri's wrist. Backing away, he smiles warily. Okay... so she's smiling and she called me Prince Alexander... what's the protocol here? I'll have to improvise... I *hate* doing that. "Elentari Sirithril, you truly do me a glorious honor. May I have the pleasure to introduce you to my..." Alexander quickly ran his eye along the councillors.

Minister of the Armed Forces Edmund Hyacinth was surreptiously holding a hot water bottle to his head; Minister of Foriegn Affairs and Trade Leopold Darquis was giving the Elentari an enquiring look, as if wondering what she would do next; Minister of the Judiciary Charles Stryke appeared to have fallen asleep on Minister for Industry Christine Violet's shoulder; Cardinal Richelieu's eyes were flicking back and forth between the two Menelmacari warriors and his Inquisitors; Minister for Protocol Gerald Himmer was grovelling for all he was worth, and Merrech was... Bunch of weaklings. What must she think?-and where is Merrech. He's my advisor on Elven Affairs, and I gave explicit orders for him to be here. He coughed and finished "my sister, Rachel." His smile took a distinctly beaten-up look as he once more observed some of the finest men in the Principality. I can see my future just floating away...


Rachel stepped forward and bowed both to her twin brother and to the Elentari. "Your Most Glorious Majesty, this is a wonderful and joyous day." She smiled at both Sirithril and Lord Maglor.

OOC: She's so much more on the ball then Alex. It's a pity that at the time Edward died, she was also believed dead.

OOC: Sorry, but considering this took me five minutes to type...

OOC: Five minutes? LOL. ;)

IC:

Siri blinked as she looked over the group of counselors... a sad lot indeed. She frowned slightly disapprovingly to Alexander as her eyes flicked over them... Maglor's expression seemed similar. But Siri's disapproval faded when she met Rachel, who seemed a positively lovely and wonderfully capable young woman.

"Joyous indeed!" Sirithil replied. "It is a pleasure and an honor to meet you, Lady Rachel."

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Chancellor of CENNA
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A reprimand seems to be in order. I'm the only person who should have been drinking his sorrows out, last night. Alexander nervously mopped sweat from his brow, and quite accidentally stepped on Himmler's foot.

Darquis snapped out of his reverie and glided over. "My apologies, Elentari." He said in Quenyan, with barely a trace of an accent. "My comrades have been... quite busy the last few weeks, and we were only infomed by Merrech two days ago. The stress is getting to them." He smiled, or at least bared his teeth.

OOC: He is not incompetent. In fact, he is rather dangerous.

IC: Rachel looked at him as if he was a snake. She politely interrupted and spoke in Quenyan herself. "Of course, you were busy preparing the Elentari's rooms, no? And I think we need another one for his Highness. We didn't know you were coming, Lord." She said to Maglor.

OOC: Of course, in a nation full of Eldar, and with an Elf on the counsel, some people have to learn to speak it. Alexander isn't incompetent, he just prefers protocol to actually thinking. And when he's dealing with a situation that has precedents, he can cope tremendously. Please bare in mind that by all rights he shouldn't have inherited the throne for at least 60 more years.

IC: Alexander stared at them both, incredibly confused. What are they saying? He coughed and squeaked out a few meagre sentences. "Um... Perhaps we can go to the resturant, no... palace, yes. Shall we?" He looked rather depressed.

>This reminds me of a movie, for some reason<

B.U.M.P.

A reprimand seems to be in order. I'm the only person who should have been drinking his sorrows out, last night. Alexander nervously mopped sweat from his brow, and quite accidentally stepped on Himmler's foot.

Darquis snapped out of his reverie and glided over. "My apologies, Elentari." He said in Quenyan, with barely a trace of an accent. "My comrades have been... quite busy the last few weeks, and we were only infomed by Merrech two days ago. The stress is getting to them." He smiled, or at least bared his teeth.

OOC: He is not incompetent. In fact, he is rather dangerous.

IC: Rachel looked at him as if he was a snake. She politely interrupted and spoke in Quenyan herself. "Of course, you were busy preparing the Elentari's rooms, no? And I think we need another one for his Highness. We didn't know you were coming, Lord." She said to Maglor.

OOC: Of course, in a nation full of Eldar, and with an Elf on the counsel, some people have to learn to speak it. Alexander isn't incompetent, he just prefers protocol to actually thinking. And when he's dealing with a situation that has precedents, he can cope tremendously. Please bare in mind that by all rights he shouldn't have inherited the throne for at least 60 more years.

IC: Alexander stared at them both, incredibly confused. What are they saying? He coughed and squeaked out a few meagre sentences. "Um... Perhaps we can go to the resturant, no... palace, yes. Shall we?" He looked rather depressed.

OOC: ENOUGH VITH THE BUMPING, ALREADY!

Maglor smiled disarmingly. "Yes, to the palace, then. Mother?"

Siri nodded. "To the palace. And again, it is quite the pleasure to meet you all. I'm deeply sorry for the short notice about our visit."

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Regent of Lavenrunz, Chancellor of CENNA
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OOC: Damn... slight blow-up in the mod forum. Menelmacar, I've been trying to get a response for an hour and now some... gah! I'm even being abused over tgs by this person.

I am this close to leaving this site permanently.

OOC: Aww, don't leave. :(

~Siri

IC: Alexander returned to the limo, slightly concerned. He whispered to Edmund... "All of you. Council room. Immediately after we get back."

Edmund gulped.

Alex stopped and turned to Rachel. "I want you to stick with Maglor. Find out what you can about him."

"So to the palace, then?" Siri asked Alexander. She exchanged a little smile with her son; keen Elven ears had heard Alex's words.

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"Of course, Elentari. By the way, my apologies, but my government is missing a vital member. Archmage Merrech was to give you a report on Elves in Roania, but he has... disapeared." Alexander opened the door for Siri.

"That's all right," Sirithil replied. "I know. He told me he would not be present. There is... history. It is better this way, I assure you. Perhaps one of his subordinates could give the report?"

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"Did he?" Alexander was not a smart man. But his key strength was the fact he that he knew he wasn't the brightest ruler, and thus over the years he had learnt to keep quiet. "I'm sure that they would be able to."

Oddly enough, somehow Maglor had been maneuvered by guards into the same limo as Rachel. She sniffed. "I suppose you heard what my twin asked me to do?"

Sirithil nods. "Good good," she says with a smile. "Now, tell me a little bit about yourself. I'm... unfamiliar with you."

In the other car, Maglor nodded to Rachel. "He wants you to stick close to me and learn about me, does he not? No matter; Menelmacar has nothing to hide."

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"There's not much to tell. I took over Roania after my father died of a stroke 3 months ago. I've somehow managed to keep this nation intact, despite losing several valuable ministers and having to order a general executed over that Hyperborea fiasco." Alex coughed.

Rachel grinned. "He's frightened by your mother. I don't know why. She seems to be a nice woman."

Alex smiled to himself. "M'lady, perhaps... having told you of myself, you could tell me of yourself?"

He cowered backwards. "Um, only if you want, of course."

Sirithil smiled, in a way she hoped was disarming. "What would you like to know?" she asks.

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Maglor laughed out loud at that. "Frightened? Indeed... well, she is very good and kind indeed. Though she does occasionally have what might be termed a short temper. Perhaps this is what... unsettles him."

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Alexander exerted a great deal of effort to remain calm. "Um... er..." He sputtered, harmlessly, trying to find a topic that wouldn't cause any offense. "Well, how about... um... your feelings on Roania?" He asked, running out of ideas. Well, at least I'll get an answer for that. I may hate the answer, but I'll have it. He thought, relieved at finding a question that was polite to ask, and also his business to know.

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"That would do it. He gets scared very easily. Comes from having several assassination attempts on his life by various undead monsters and terrorists." Rachel sighed. "Still, I'm sure he's acting the perfect gentleman. It was very cruel to have seperated him from his advisors."

>BUMP<

Alexander exerted a great deal of effort to remain calm. "Um... er..." He sputtered, harmlessly, trying to find a topic that wouldn't cause any offense. "Well, how about... um... your feelings on Roania?" He asked, running out of ideas. Well, at least I'll get an answer for that. I may hate the answer, but I'll have it. He thought, relieved at finding a question that was polite to ask, and also his business to know.

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"That would do it. He gets scared very easily. Comes from having several assassination attempts on his life by various undead monsters and terrorists." Rachel sighed. "Still, I'm sure he's acting the perfect gentleman. It was very cruel to have seperated him from his advisors."
Sirithil shrugged to Alexander. "On Roania? I'm sure you have a lovely country. I wish you weren't always so anxious to, well, nuke people, and that you'd tone down your WMD programs quite dramatically, but that's just me tossing out thoughts..."

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Maglor chuckled softly. "It would not be my mother's intent to be cruel. While she is capable of it, one would have to drive her to truly terrible anger to bring that out. Personally, I know very little about Roania. Perhaps you could fill in some of the blanks for me, with a little overview?"

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Alexander started back, as if slapped. "Of course, m'lady! Your wish is my command!" He said, misinterpreting her orders, as usual.

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"Well, what exactly would you like to know?"

Siri blinked a little. "Okay, repeat back to me exactly what you're going to do, then, please."

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Maglor shrugged. "Whatever," he said. "I know nothing of this place. So start wherever is most logical." (Basically, everything.)

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"I'm going to cut funding to WMD research, cease processing uranium, close some of the warlabs, and spend more money on conventional forces." Alexander said.

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http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=84186 Rachel spent the remainder of the trip talking about Roania and it's people.

OOC: I'm horrible at summarising, but here goes. Roania is a Principality ruled by the Prince, aided by a governing council. It's a federation of city states more than an actual nation. It's tech base is high. Most Roanians suffer blistering in sea water, it's a rich nation, yada, yada.

"That's okay, isn't it?"

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I am going to get a response to this, then I am going to flip into Bush mode and declare a crusade against Islam.

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I am going to get a response to this, then I am going to flip into Bush mode and declare a crusade against Islam.

Well, forget the Crusade... you spoiled that fun. But I want a response.

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I am going to get a response to this, then I am going to flip into Bush mode and declare a crusade against Islam.

Well, forget the Crusade... you spoiled that fun. But I want a response.

Pretty please?