10-01-2004, 13:57
"Try it again"
"Every time I do it, it'll end up as the same number."
They were short on cash. AGAIN. It had been a good idea, put up flyers everywhere, ad campaign, photos, meetings, rallies, the whole nine yards, then they realized that this was gonna cost.
The Organizational Azguard Government was now scrambling to gather the funds they needed to actually get the FIVE MILLION PEOPLE they had coaxed into trusting them to the spot in east Kenzarland. HL had run the idea well dry, there was just no way to get more money.
...Unless...
"Hey, Dolash" he said to his assisstant "Countries have their own money, right?"
"Yeah?"
"And if we want to be our own nation, we gotta make our own money, right?"
"I guess."
"Well there's the answer!"
And the credit was born.
The new went out from Azgaurd Central Command - currently just an abandoned warehouse in Kenzarland - and passed through word of mouth to all the people who were flocking to the site, the caravans and the migrationists, the nomads, all of them flocking towards their building. With the last piece of the puzzle in place, they were ready to strike out, their pilgramige to their new home.
And it would be called Azguardia.
The unnofficial government filed out onto a raised area - ironically made with soap-boxes - and waited for their leader to speak.
All were on edge as H. Lord stepped up, cleared his throat, and bent the microphone towards him. "Friends, we have worked long and hard, we have saved and toiled and suffered for years, but now all this work will become a reality.
"With the coming dawn a new nation shall join the ranks of the world, a nation devoted to freedom, to every man's right to change his world for the better. This dream, that some have called fool-hardy, sustained us through our long years of difficulty, and I want you to help me and the Azguard Government make this dream come through.
"Load up, pack up, and saddle up. We're on our way."
A great cheer rose from the people. It begun.
"Every time I do it, it'll end up as the same number."
They were short on cash. AGAIN. It had been a good idea, put up flyers everywhere, ad campaign, photos, meetings, rallies, the whole nine yards, then they realized that this was gonna cost.
The Organizational Azguard Government was now scrambling to gather the funds they needed to actually get the FIVE MILLION PEOPLE they had coaxed into trusting them to the spot in east Kenzarland. HL had run the idea well dry, there was just no way to get more money.
...Unless...
"Hey, Dolash" he said to his assisstant "Countries have their own money, right?"
"Yeah?"
"And if we want to be our own nation, we gotta make our own money, right?"
"I guess."
"Well there's the answer!"
And the credit was born.
The new went out from Azgaurd Central Command - currently just an abandoned warehouse in Kenzarland - and passed through word of mouth to all the people who were flocking to the site, the caravans and the migrationists, the nomads, all of them flocking towards their building. With the last piece of the puzzle in place, they were ready to strike out, their pilgramige to their new home.
And it would be called Azguardia.
The unnofficial government filed out onto a raised area - ironically made with soap-boxes - and waited for their leader to speak.
All were on edge as H. Lord stepped up, cleared his throat, and bent the microphone towards him. "Friends, we have worked long and hard, we have saved and toiled and suffered for years, but now all this work will become a reality.
"With the coming dawn a new nation shall join the ranks of the world, a nation devoted to freedom, to every man's right to change his world for the better. This dream, that some have called fool-hardy, sustained us through our long years of difficulty, and I want you to help me and the Azguard Government make this dream come through.
"Load up, pack up, and saddle up. We're on our way."
A great cheer rose from the people. It begun.