Emperor Blort
10-09-2004, 21:08
The History:
Evidently a by-product of Emperor Horatio Blort's massive nuclear, biological, chemical and lord knows what else weapons programs, hidden by various pipes, skirting boards and sewers something new and dangerous was born. Yes it seems that all that radiation, asbestos, spare genetic matter and marmite created a band of highly intelligent, highly organised and highly revolutionary- mice. The humble mouse (rodentius unremarkibilius) became something more intesteing (rodentius intelligentius maximus revoltionarius), and thoroughly dangerous.
Rallying behind their mysterious leader-known only as 'Elvis', the mice soon found that the abundance of WMD's, assault rifles and ammunition laid carelessly around the Emperor's military centres could be used to fulfil their terrible revolutionary goals-the destruction of all cats-their natural nemises and the arrival of the mouse as the new supreme being on the Earth. Whilst no different in size to your average mouse-though Imperial propaganda depicts them as man-sized killing-machines-they are very efficient in teamwork and very brave to the point of foolishness. It is not uncommon to see an assault-rifle team, with a spotter, trigger-puller, political Commisar, and mice to pull the roller-skates or whatever other platform is used to carry the gun, hurtle corageously into battle only to be decimated by an unforseen collision with a tableleg.
They may sound unthreatening-even cute, but these mice have waged bloody war across Prussia, killing cats and humans alike, stealing cheese and using Blort's own WMDs against Prussain cities. They breed like mice-very fast and in huge numbers-the mice outnumber conventional armies by millions and though thousands may die in an assault-millions more will take their place.
Despite the Prussian Regions most valiant eforts and ingenius solutions-the mice peril goes on becoming increasingly more dangerous. That is why, on this day-Emperor Horatio Blort had to make a request-one that he didn't like to make....
Balding, suffering from accute stress and mental break downs caused by the ever worsening situation-Horatio Blort surveyed his Imperial Palace with a look of dismay. The garden was in ruins-the mice having kidnapped then executed his gardner the previous fortnight. Neither Manwell or Giorgio-the two genetically in-bred accented peasant-workers he had permantly employed in his inner-circle had been seen for days. Giorgio he supposed was still tied up in the Dungeon of fun-his kinky secretary Miss Pringle's torture chamber-he assumed she was there too doing god-knows-what to his god-knows-what. As for Manwell-well, he didn't care. Manwell was an idiot anyway.
Anywya, he was forced, given the state of disrepair his Empire and the rest of Prussia was falling into-to make a plea for help. As he stroked his faithful Blort Eagle-emblem of his Empire-which, he noticed, too was balding from the stress, he mused on the best way to make the plea. He eventially decided on the following message:
Message from Emperor Horatio Blort III-Dictator of the year 1997-8 to all NationStates: Come to Prussia and kill these bloody MICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...Subtlety was never his strong point, especially given his rather frayed mental state.
Evidently a by-product of Emperor Horatio Blort's massive nuclear, biological, chemical and lord knows what else weapons programs, hidden by various pipes, skirting boards and sewers something new and dangerous was born. Yes it seems that all that radiation, asbestos, spare genetic matter and marmite created a band of highly intelligent, highly organised and highly revolutionary- mice. The humble mouse (rodentius unremarkibilius) became something more intesteing (rodentius intelligentius maximus revoltionarius), and thoroughly dangerous.
Rallying behind their mysterious leader-known only as 'Elvis', the mice soon found that the abundance of WMD's, assault rifles and ammunition laid carelessly around the Emperor's military centres could be used to fulfil their terrible revolutionary goals-the destruction of all cats-their natural nemises and the arrival of the mouse as the new supreme being on the Earth. Whilst no different in size to your average mouse-though Imperial propaganda depicts them as man-sized killing-machines-they are very efficient in teamwork and very brave to the point of foolishness. It is not uncommon to see an assault-rifle team, with a spotter, trigger-puller, political Commisar, and mice to pull the roller-skates or whatever other platform is used to carry the gun, hurtle corageously into battle only to be decimated by an unforseen collision with a tableleg.
They may sound unthreatening-even cute, but these mice have waged bloody war across Prussia, killing cats and humans alike, stealing cheese and using Blort's own WMDs against Prussain cities. They breed like mice-very fast and in huge numbers-the mice outnumber conventional armies by millions and though thousands may die in an assault-millions more will take their place.
Despite the Prussian Regions most valiant eforts and ingenius solutions-the mice peril goes on becoming increasingly more dangerous. That is why, on this day-Emperor Horatio Blort had to make a request-one that he didn't like to make....
Balding, suffering from accute stress and mental break downs caused by the ever worsening situation-Horatio Blort surveyed his Imperial Palace with a look of dismay. The garden was in ruins-the mice having kidnapped then executed his gardner the previous fortnight. Neither Manwell or Giorgio-the two genetically in-bred accented peasant-workers he had permantly employed in his inner-circle had been seen for days. Giorgio he supposed was still tied up in the Dungeon of fun-his kinky secretary Miss Pringle's torture chamber-he assumed she was there too doing god-knows-what to his god-knows-what. As for Manwell-well, he didn't care. Manwell was an idiot anyway.
Anywya, he was forced, given the state of disrepair his Empire and the rest of Prussia was falling into-to make a plea for help. As he stroked his faithful Blort Eagle-emblem of his Empire-which, he noticed, too was balding from the stress, he mused on the best way to make the plea. He eventially decided on the following message:
Message from Emperor Horatio Blort III-Dictator of the year 1997-8 to all NationStates: Come to Prussia and kill these bloody MICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
...Subtlety was never his strong point, especially given his rather frayed mental state.