Dragonic Beasts
18-02-2005, 00:12
*Transmission from Draconia, Kingdom of Dragonic Beasts*
I have sent you all this message to introduce myself. I am known as Wyrm-Lord Dracus to my people. Hopefully, we will soon establish many peaceful treaties with those receiving my transmission. When I to the throne two months ago, I swore I would bring our nation out of isolation. A small portion of the population, known as The Order of the Drago, disagrees with me. That is the second purpose of my introduction here. These terrorist insurgents may wish to disrupt any alliances. Therefore, I wish to apologize in advance for any assault from these factions and ensure that they shall be dealt with in as swift a manner as we can--
*Flash of light in the background*
*Feed cuts to static*
A disheveled announcer appears on the screen, "We wish to assure you that we are merely experiencing technical difficulties and when they are fixed we will re--
*Cuts to partially static feed of the Lord's office at the capital, Draconia.*
Wyrm-Lord Dracus's fine suit is torn in many places, and holds a gun in his hand. He begins to speak, "Ahem, Now that that has been taken care of, I wish to say that any future action of Order of the Drago will be met with the swift justice of our people.
Goodbye.
*Transmission ends*
I have sent you all this message to introduce myself. I am known as Wyrm-Lord Dracus to my people. Hopefully, we will soon establish many peaceful treaties with those receiving my transmission. When I to the throne two months ago, I swore I would bring our nation out of isolation. A small portion of the population, known as The Order of the Drago, disagrees with me. That is the second purpose of my introduction here. These terrorist insurgents may wish to disrupt any alliances. Therefore, I wish to apologize in advance for any assault from these factions and ensure that they shall be dealt with in as swift a manner as we can--
*Flash of light in the background*
*Feed cuts to static*
A disheveled announcer appears on the screen, "We wish to assure you that we are merely experiencing technical difficulties and when they are fixed we will re--
*Cuts to partially static feed of the Lord's office at the capital, Draconia.*
Wyrm-Lord Dracus's fine suit is torn in many places, and holds a gun in his hand. He begins to speak, "Ahem, Now that that has been taken care of, I wish to say that any future action of Order of the Drago will be met with the swift justice of our people.
Goodbye.
*Transmission ends*