The Arctic Badlands
02-11-2004, 17:54
((OCC: This is the continuation of this thread: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=369797 ))
A large crowd is gathered in front of the emperors mansion in east Dumanville, on the cold Autumn day of November 2. It is on this day Emperor Foxx Duman will publicly announce the name of his successor to be the new leader of the Duman Empire. National & international media has been granted front row access to the important event.
After hours & hours of anticipation, the emperor walks onto his balcony. "Ladies and gentlemen", he began, "I am now ready to introduce the man who will soon take my place as emperor. I've given this decision much thought. The very fate & survival of this empire shall be in the hands of whoever I choose to appoint as my successor. If I could live forever, I'd certainly continue leading this empire, which I created. But sadly, I cannot, because of my growing health problems. I truly wish I could stay..."
"About 28 years or so ago, I was appointed dictator of The Arctic Badlands, after the death of my cousin, Eric Duman. When I came into power, the nation was weak. We were an easy target for invasion. However, during my regime, I made The Arctic Badlands stronger. I grew both our economic & military power."
"Then, in 1990, I began the colonization of the island I so properly named after myself, Foxxania. We conquered the weak & primitive natives of the land."
"But it didn't stop there! Finally, not very long ago, I made possibly one of the best decisions of my career. I purchased, from Opinno, the great nations of Tinsuvilla & Ictana. With four nations under my control, the Duman Empire began. I created this empire. Though I must step down from power, it is & always will be my empire."
"Of course, I've gone on long enough now. It is now time I personally introduce the next emperor. The man I have chosen is a General in The Arctic Badlands Air Force. He proved his strength, as well as leadership skills, in the battle for control of Foxxania. Since I want to keep leadership in the hands of the Duman bloodline, he is also my nephew. Ladies & gentlemen, I introduce to you the next emperor of the Duman Empire....Damian Duman!"
Out, onto the balcony, walks a tall man, black haired Caucasian man, towering an amazing 6 ft, 7 in. tall. He is dressed in the traditional black officer uniform of The Arctic Badlands military. Behind him, two bodyguards stand armed with M-16's.
Damian stands silently, looking out to the crowd for a minute, before he finally addresses the massive audience.
"Well, I'd like to first of all, thank my uncle Foxx for picking me to be the next emperor of this great empire.", Damian said in a cold, deep voice. "It will be an honor to be your new leader."
Damian walks over to his uncle and the two shake hands. Foxx smiles and then turns to once again speak.
"I truly beleive that my nephew, Damian, will do a great job of leading this empire closer towards greatness. Now, to make this offiical, we will sign this document stating that begining effectively on November the 7th, all power shall be turned over to Damian."
Foxx pulls out the document, placing it on a table. The document states the following:
'I, Emperor [blank line for Foxx's signature], hereby declare that starting November the 7th, 2004, my position & power as emperor of the Duman Empire shall be turned over to Gen. Damian Duman. If I am to die before this date, I as well hereby declare that the position & power of emperor shall be turned over to Gen. Damian Duman.
And I, [blank line for Damian's signature], hereby accept the position & power of emperor of the Duman Empire, which shall be turned over to me begining November the 7th or in the case of the death of Emperor Foxx Duman before that date.'
The two sign their names.
"So it is offical!" announces Emperor Foxx Duman. "In just five more days...." Damian immediately interupts his uncle. "Excuse me for interupting you, but I don't believe the people will have to wait that long." An eerie smirk grows on his face & one of the two bodyguards quickly jumps forward, aiming his gun right at Foxx!
"Wait just a minute!", yells Foxx. "Y-You can't do this!"
"Oh, yes I can, uncle. Yes, I can!" Damian nods his head at the bodyguard. He shoots! Foxx Duman falls to his knee's. Blood gushes rapidly from the wound. Before he dies, Foxx looks up with shock at his nephew. "W-W-Why... D-Dam...i........." The emperor breaths his final breath.
Damian smiles an evil smile, looking back at the stuned crowd. "Well, well, well. It appears you don't have to wait five days after all! I'd like to welcome you to the start of a new era! While I'm Emperor, things are going to change around here. Sure my now dead uncle Foxx built this empire, but he didn't do as great as a job as he could've, in my eyes. My uncle failed to create strong foreign allies. During my reign, I vow to begin strong, long-lasting relationships. I will make this empire as strong as I possibly can. Believe me, things are going to change... and they're going to be changes for the best."
A large crowd is gathered in front of the emperors mansion in east Dumanville, on the cold Autumn day of November 2. It is on this day Emperor Foxx Duman will publicly announce the name of his successor to be the new leader of the Duman Empire. National & international media has been granted front row access to the important event.
After hours & hours of anticipation, the emperor walks onto his balcony. "Ladies and gentlemen", he began, "I am now ready to introduce the man who will soon take my place as emperor. I've given this decision much thought. The very fate & survival of this empire shall be in the hands of whoever I choose to appoint as my successor. If I could live forever, I'd certainly continue leading this empire, which I created. But sadly, I cannot, because of my growing health problems. I truly wish I could stay..."
"About 28 years or so ago, I was appointed dictator of The Arctic Badlands, after the death of my cousin, Eric Duman. When I came into power, the nation was weak. We were an easy target for invasion. However, during my regime, I made The Arctic Badlands stronger. I grew both our economic & military power."
"Then, in 1990, I began the colonization of the island I so properly named after myself, Foxxania. We conquered the weak & primitive natives of the land."
"But it didn't stop there! Finally, not very long ago, I made possibly one of the best decisions of my career. I purchased, from Opinno, the great nations of Tinsuvilla & Ictana. With four nations under my control, the Duman Empire began. I created this empire. Though I must step down from power, it is & always will be my empire."
"Of course, I've gone on long enough now. It is now time I personally introduce the next emperor. The man I have chosen is a General in The Arctic Badlands Air Force. He proved his strength, as well as leadership skills, in the battle for control of Foxxania. Since I want to keep leadership in the hands of the Duman bloodline, he is also my nephew. Ladies & gentlemen, I introduce to you the next emperor of the Duman Empire....Damian Duman!"
Out, onto the balcony, walks a tall man, black haired Caucasian man, towering an amazing 6 ft, 7 in. tall. He is dressed in the traditional black officer uniform of The Arctic Badlands military. Behind him, two bodyguards stand armed with M-16's.
Damian stands silently, looking out to the crowd for a minute, before he finally addresses the massive audience.
"Well, I'd like to first of all, thank my uncle Foxx for picking me to be the next emperor of this great empire.", Damian said in a cold, deep voice. "It will be an honor to be your new leader."
Damian walks over to his uncle and the two shake hands. Foxx smiles and then turns to once again speak.
"I truly beleive that my nephew, Damian, will do a great job of leading this empire closer towards greatness. Now, to make this offiical, we will sign this document stating that begining effectively on November the 7th, all power shall be turned over to Damian."
Foxx pulls out the document, placing it on a table. The document states the following:
'I, Emperor [blank line for Foxx's signature], hereby declare that starting November the 7th, 2004, my position & power as emperor of the Duman Empire shall be turned over to Gen. Damian Duman. If I am to die before this date, I as well hereby declare that the position & power of emperor shall be turned over to Gen. Damian Duman.
And I, [blank line for Damian's signature], hereby accept the position & power of emperor of the Duman Empire, which shall be turned over to me begining November the 7th or in the case of the death of Emperor Foxx Duman before that date.'
The two sign their names.
"So it is offical!" announces Emperor Foxx Duman. "In just five more days...." Damian immediately interupts his uncle. "Excuse me for interupting you, but I don't believe the people will have to wait that long." An eerie smirk grows on his face & one of the two bodyguards quickly jumps forward, aiming his gun right at Foxx!
"Wait just a minute!", yells Foxx. "Y-You can't do this!"
"Oh, yes I can, uncle. Yes, I can!" Damian nods his head at the bodyguard. He shoots! Foxx Duman falls to his knee's. Blood gushes rapidly from the wound. Before he dies, Foxx looks up with shock at his nephew. "W-W-Why... D-Dam...i........." The emperor breaths his final breath.
Damian smiles an evil smile, looking back at the stuned crowd. "Well, well, well. It appears you don't have to wait five days after all! I'd like to welcome you to the start of a new era! While I'm Emperor, things are going to change around here. Sure my now dead uncle Foxx built this empire, but he didn't do as great as a job as he could've, in my eyes. My uncle failed to create strong foreign allies. During my reign, I vow to begin strong, long-lasting relationships. I will make this empire as strong as I possibly can. Believe me, things are going to change... and they're going to be changes for the best."