Witzgall
05-10-2004, 23:16
Winter time hit Witzgall two weeks ago. It is still summer on the other side of the world, where Phoria rests in its peaceful place.
The President of The Militaristic Colony of Phoria, Claudius Shylk, announced that he is going to lead his homeland into a time of peace and prosperity. They wish for independence, and he plans on delivering.
However, the Fuhrer of Witzgall, Fritz Viechal I, wants to uphold his new reign of the Leader of the Prestigious Empire. He will not stand without a fight.
President Shylk sent a document to the Fuhrer adressing the independence, and states that he shall fight with his life for this issue. Fuhrer Viechal will make sure Shylk keeps his promise.
Ring...ring...ring... goes the telephone in Viechal's office. He grabs it from his oak desk.
"Hello?" questions the agitated Fuhrer.
"We have mobilized Air Units Seven-Six and Eight-Four. The Kobras are patrolling the seas." says the other voice.
"Good. Make sure to mobilize Air Unit Eight-Three and Four-Nine, as well." responds the Fuhrer.
"Right away, sir." says the voice.
Viechal hangs up his phone and swivels his leather chair to his computer. He looks at the black backround and the white text that flashes. It says:
Warning: Mobilized Units Heading to Sector Four-Four-Nine, Nation is Phoria.
The President of The Militaristic Colony of Phoria, Claudius Shylk, announced that he is going to lead his homeland into a time of peace and prosperity. They wish for independence, and he plans on delivering.
However, the Fuhrer of Witzgall, Fritz Viechal I, wants to uphold his new reign of the Leader of the Prestigious Empire. He will not stand without a fight.
President Shylk sent a document to the Fuhrer adressing the independence, and states that he shall fight with his life for this issue. Fuhrer Viechal will make sure Shylk keeps his promise.
Ring...ring...ring... goes the telephone in Viechal's office. He grabs it from his oak desk.
"Hello?" questions the agitated Fuhrer.
"We have mobilized Air Units Seven-Six and Eight-Four. The Kobras are patrolling the seas." says the other voice.
"Good. Make sure to mobilize Air Unit Eight-Three and Four-Nine, as well." responds the Fuhrer.
"Right away, sir." says the voice.
Viechal hangs up his phone and swivels his leather chair to his computer. He looks at the black backround and the white text that flashes. It says:
Warning: Mobilized Units Heading to Sector Four-Four-Nine, Nation is Phoria.