NationStates Jolt Archive

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Time, it passes so quickly, our existence in one year will, further down the line, appear to be a mere blip in the history books. Immortality, by our current technological abilities is impossible but there are two ways of gaining it. Through never ending life, or through eternal memory. The world only remembers those who were evil, and forgets those who were good, it is the way of things so, as I come to the end of my life I must make a decision. To live in the history books as a monster or flourish as a grafitied statue in some obscure park.

Since assuming the heavy burden of the crown I have attempted to keep the world peaceful. I have guarded my fathers Empire, struck out at the ever growing Germany, and defended my people in the advance of communism, and what have i received in return? Only condemnation, only a peoples view of self interest and lack of gratitude. I have come to understand the world now, only at my end does it all become clear, that good is not a way of the world, the only way to get any recognition is to be, evil.

His Majesties Journal,
February 14th 2004.

Closing the leather bound book His Majesty sighed with regret. "Now, who am I going to destroy? For this to be even a remote possibility it must be a confirmed enemy, someone who has been the aggressor, someone who I have not forgotten." As his eyes drew across the world map a small area of red drew George's attention. So this is my doom, this is my rise to immortality." Picking up a glass of whisky from the nearby silver tray, George allowed the liquid to flow through his body, Whisky was the only thing that dulled the pain now, drugs, doctors, modern science, all were useless to him.

Cringing as another spasm rocked him to his core George felt the glass fall from his hand. "MAVIL, get in here!" Instantly the grand doors burst open and in rushed his long time aide.

A look of concern was on his face, one of torment and worry. "Should I call the doctors sire?"

George turned with a snarl 'No doctors, no prodding no nothing, just take the edict on my desk and make sure its followed to the letter, and leave me be. I will have revenge before I die Mavil, if I must depart this world, then i will take as many with me as possible. Now take the bloody edict and leave me alone."

Stammering at the Kings sudden change of personality Mavil reluctantly lifted the edict, carefully concealing it in his inside jacket pocket. 'I will do as you ask Majesty."

Foreign Office Statement

All British Nationals are advised to leave the nation of East Lithuania and the region immediately, if you stay the Empire cannot insure your security and safety.

Mavil Whetherly,
Foreign Office.

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As Dictator Scharfetterate his Butterscotch Krimpets, his Commander-And-Cheif of the East Lithuanian Armed Forces, and life-long friend, Com. Colin Katilus, came in with a copy of a letter from The Glorious Empire of Bob-Bob.

"Sir, read this. It may be important."

After closly reading the letter to Bob-Bob's tourest to East Lithuania, he thought for a moment.

"What do you think is the reason?"

"Sir, we think they may, in the near future, declare war on us."

"I think you worry to much. They may just find us, for some reason, unhealthy."

"Maybe, sir, but wouldn't they send us a messege explaining this. Sir, permission to activate all defence forces!"

"Permission denied. We don't want to scare the citizens into a peace frenzy. However, i will give you this. Activate all anti-aircraft guns around the country. Then get the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Armour Batallions to make a defensive perimator."

"Yes, sir!"

"Oh, and one more thing, this conversation is strictly classified. Got it."

"Sir, yes, sir."

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Mavil Whetherly was busy cleaning his shoes, now that His Majesty was indisposed he had to look his best for Parliament. Being a rather paranoid man, he never let servants do anything for him, he always done his own chores, especially when it comes to cleaning ones shoes, all because of an MI6 mission in Guffingford, when a nice amount of plastic explosive was put in with shoe polish; the resulting explosion was enough to remove the mans legs and subsequently kill him from blood loss. Shuddering at the thought Mavil poured himself a glass of water. Taking a nice long drink he was interrupted by the phone.

"Mr Whetherly, the Prime Minister is on the phone for you." Came the voice of his secretary from the adjacent room.

"Thank you Mrs Railen, put it through." Picking up the phone Mavil dreaded the following conversation. "Mr Prime Minister how nice it is to hear your voice, I trust you are well?"

"I'm fine Mavil, but we both know why I'm phoning so lets dispense with the formalities, we both have much more important things to be doing."

"So what business is it you want to discuss?" Mavil said in a most abusive manner.

"I want to know why our military forces are preparing for war? And I also want to know, why has the King cancelled all of his public and private appointments?"

"His Majesty, has seen fit to deal with East Lithuania Mr Prime Minister, they trifled in the Australia affair and now we're trifling back."

"To what extent?"

"Why Mr Prime Minister, we are going to wipe them out of course, we're going to make the Boer War look like a picnic."

"Parliament won't support this, you won't get the money."

"Mr Prime Minister

OOC: More to come later on at my whim :P

Dictator Scharfetter sat down at the meeting table. The other men who sat where high ranking Generals. Of course, one end was Dictator Scharfetter, while on the other end was Commander-And-Cheif Katilus.

After a moment of complete silence, Dictator Scharfetter rose. "Ok, men. We all know why we are here. By the looks at the reports and actions of Bob-Bob, it is clear that they are planning war on us. I need suggestions on what to do."

5-Star General, leader of the Ground, Michael Santoro rose with papers in his hands. "Well sir, it has become obvious that if Bob-Bob were to attack us... the odds would be heavly stacked against us. I suggest we try a peace talk with the King of Bob-Bob. Nopt only will we be able to save many lives, but even if it doesn't go as planned, it would buy us time to rally more men to fight."

As soon as he fineshed, Dictator Scharfetter rose. "Well, I see it as a good idea, does anyone disagree?" After no one spoke out, he continued. "Very well then. Miss Rangel, may you write and send a messege to the nation of Bob-Bob, requesting a peace talk between us?"

"I'll get right on that sir." She left. After a little deliberation of the military size at that point, the meeting was adjourned.(ooc: I was in a rush & i didn't wanna think about the numbers yet.)


To: His Majesty of Bob-Bob
From: Dictator Scharfetter

Your Highness,
It as come to our attention that you may be attemting war against our nation. We do not wish to confront you in this. This messege is to give you the oppertunity to have a peace-talk, and set aside past aggressions we had during the Australian Revolt.We would be pleased if you were to respond with an answer A.S.A.P.

Dictator Scharfetter,
East Lithuania

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OOC: Looks like your off the Hook, Other matters have risen up and some communists ar ein need of a good whipping!