NationStates Jolt Archive

The swamr of people began to ebb like the ocean, swaying back and forth, chanting their monotonous chant. "THOMAS, THOMAS, THOMAS!"

The final polls were in. Thomas Winkling had won the election in a 80% to 20% rout of Adrian Kwame, his far right opponent.

Smiling, Thomas walked on to the gleaming steel stage. "Thank you, Lethislavania, for making me your next Chancellor." He smiled, and pointed over to a ragged poster of his opponent. "I would also like to thank my opponent for running a great race. He was a very eloquent speaker, and I thank him again for the great race." He nodded, and walked off, as the clapping became a large, continous thunder.

In a dark room, Tyler Marshall frowned. "How... How could have Adrian been... KILLED?!?" He slammed his fist down, sending papers flying. He pulled out his gun and shot a picture of Thomas Winkling. "This 'faire' country, my ass." He spat strongly, and sat down.

The advantage of a post-war country was upheaval - cities were destroyed, people were killed, records had been made into firewood and confetti...

This was no small advantage in Intelligence, and perhaps explained why the HSI had put no fewer then two hundred deep cover agents into the war stripped nation. Act like citizens? No problem. Vastivans were cunning linguists and students of culture and language.

The value would come in years to come. And Vastiva was patient.

Official Government Request

I would like to see that Hogsweatian forces and coalition troops are gone from my faire country as soon as possible; we can finish the jobs ourselves.

Chancellor Thomas Winkling