Regis Spartanis
10-01-2007, 01:23
Note : This is my first post ever. I'm completely new to this stuff, so I don't now if it's right what I'm doing. Anyway, you've got a story to read. Lol.
As the dust settles, Leonidas and Telemachos are the first to enter "The People's Parliament" of the great city of Sparta. The door was breached with a battering ram, and the once magnificent gate that led to the wonderfully decorated room was shattered into a thousand pieces. Usually filled with rumour, and grumpy old men barking at eachother - it was now an anxiously silent place, with none of the toga-wearing member of the council moving an inch. This was the Boulè, the council of the 500, who had long ago taken control of the city and tried to reform it to a modern, 21st century city state- but failed catastrophically.
"Well, well" Leonidas laughed. "Look at this!" "The magnificent Boulè, heart of the wealthy nation of Sparta, where everybody is as happy as can be !" The sarcastic reaction is received with laughter by Leonidas' men, slowly entering the Boulè. Armed with ancient swords, shields and the plumed helmets, they are a frightening sight, filling the weak old councilmembers with fear.
Suddenly a man in a purple toga, Archaois, the president of the council, stands up and shouts "How dare you insult our country this way ! In the name of the Spartan People, I demand you to leave this building and return to your homes immediatly !" His face turned red, he shook, as his words echoed through the Boulè. Nobody reacted. The clicking of Leonidas heels on the marble floor as he marches towards the president sounds like gunshots in the spacious room.
"Well men, you heard the president !" Leonidas said, while he was standing next to the man. "I think he's right. Let's go back to our homes, our women, our children, our daily lives of struggling to survive." "We see these bastards walking through the streets with their fancy new clothes, their luxury, defying our very ancestors who have founded this city !" Leonidas talked himself into a frenzy. "NO ! We will not return ! We will not bow before their wealth ! We will destroy what they have built, and return to the glory of Sparta ! Together, my brothers, we will build a state with discipline, order, and not let these bastards rule us ! Back to Sparta, back to our roots, back to our glory ! " The mob of armed man shook their swords and shields, shouting Leonidas name.
"Now then, lets end this puppetry !" He grabbed the old man by his toga, ripping it off, and pushing the naked Archaios to the floor. The poor old man fell on the floor, and screamed in pain. "In our state, there is no place for weak men like you." With one well aimed blow he chopped off Archaois' head, leaving the body motionless and dishonoured. He grabbed the head, and swung it into the group of council members, who have been watching the entire event in pure anxiety. "And you're next." he whispered, watching them with hate in his eyes.
"Everybody out !!" While the collumn of Boulè members walked out of the hall, curious people have assembled outside of the building, witnessing the horrible event that happened before their very eyes. The remaining 499 men were ordered to remove their toga's, and sit down on their knees in the gravel with their hands in their necks. The torture that followed was too horrible to describe. But none of them survived that night.
The next morning, people woke up, and realised that they had witnessed the end of their democracy, the end of their freedom, and the beginning of a new age of tyranny and repression. But it was too late. All mechanical and computerized machines were destroyed by Leonidas' elite. The remaining explosives were used to tear down the walls that were erected in the past, for Leonidas was convinced that Sparta didn't need them. His army was the wall. Homosexuals lost their masculinity and were dishonoured in front of the public, handicapped people were dropped into the ravine, following the myth of ancient Sparta. Toys were destroyed, children were trained to be men, and women were trained to work hard at home. It took a nightmare, to realize a dream.
Regis Spartanis, and their new leader Leonidas, declares hereby that the Dictatorship of Regis Spartanis is installed, and he calls upon all nations in the world to let go of their modern weaponry, democracy and luxury, and learn to fight like men again. Cause our army will stand and fight, protecting honour and discipline. Semper fi, dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.
As the dust settles, Leonidas and Telemachos are the first to enter "The People's Parliament" of the great city of Sparta. The door was breached with a battering ram, and the once magnificent gate that led to the wonderfully decorated room was shattered into a thousand pieces. Usually filled with rumour, and grumpy old men barking at eachother - it was now an anxiously silent place, with none of the toga-wearing member of the council moving an inch. This was the Boulè, the council of the 500, who had long ago taken control of the city and tried to reform it to a modern, 21st century city state- but failed catastrophically.
"Well, well" Leonidas laughed. "Look at this!" "The magnificent Boulè, heart of the wealthy nation of Sparta, where everybody is as happy as can be !" The sarcastic reaction is received with laughter by Leonidas' men, slowly entering the Boulè. Armed with ancient swords, shields and the plumed helmets, they are a frightening sight, filling the weak old councilmembers with fear.
Suddenly a man in a purple toga, Archaois, the president of the council, stands up and shouts "How dare you insult our country this way ! In the name of the Spartan People, I demand you to leave this building and return to your homes immediatly !" His face turned red, he shook, as his words echoed through the Boulè. Nobody reacted. The clicking of Leonidas heels on the marble floor as he marches towards the president sounds like gunshots in the spacious room.
"Well men, you heard the president !" Leonidas said, while he was standing next to the man. "I think he's right. Let's go back to our homes, our women, our children, our daily lives of struggling to survive." "We see these bastards walking through the streets with their fancy new clothes, their luxury, defying our very ancestors who have founded this city !" Leonidas talked himself into a frenzy. "NO ! We will not return ! We will not bow before their wealth ! We will destroy what they have built, and return to the glory of Sparta ! Together, my brothers, we will build a state with discipline, order, and not let these bastards rule us ! Back to Sparta, back to our roots, back to our glory ! " The mob of armed man shook their swords and shields, shouting Leonidas name.
"Now then, lets end this puppetry !" He grabbed the old man by his toga, ripping it off, and pushing the naked Archaios to the floor. The poor old man fell on the floor, and screamed in pain. "In our state, there is no place for weak men like you." With one well aimed blow he chopped off Archaois' head, leaving the body motionless and dishonoured. He grabbed the head, and swung it into the group of council members, who have been watching the entire event in pure anxiety. "And you're next." he whispered, watching them with hate in his eyes.
"Everybody out !!" While the collumn of Boulè members walked out of the hall, curious people have assembled outside of the building, witnessing the horrible event that happened before their very eyes. The remaining 499 men were ordered to remove their toga's, and sit down on their knees in the gravel with their hands in their necks. The torture that followed was too horrible to describe. But none of them survived that night.
The next morning, people woke up, and realised that they had witnessed the end of their democracy, the end of their freedom, and the beginning of a new age of tyranny and repression. But it was too late. All mechanical and computerized machines were destroyed by Leonidas' elite. The remaining explosives were used to tear down the walls that were erected in the past, for Leonidas was convinced that Sparta didn't need them. His army was the wall. Homosexuals lost their masculinity and were dishonoured in front of the public, handicapped people were dropped into the ravine, following the myth of ancient Sparta. Toys were destroyed, children were trained to be men, and women were trained to work hard at home. It took a nightmare, to realize a dream.
Regis Spartanis, and their new leader Leonidas, declares hereby that the Dictatorship of Regis Spartanis is installed, and he calls upon all nations in the world to let go of their modern weaponry, democracy and luxury, and learn to fight like men again. Cause our army will stand and fight, protecting honour and discipline. Semper fi, dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.