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OOC: In response to this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408826).http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/guffingford.jpg By order of the Führer, signed on 4/6/'05

Going directly into effect, the Führer has ordered the eviction of the Hogsweatian embassy in Berlin. They will have forty-eight hours to comply or else we will forced to use other means. In lieu of our usual way of dealing with such hostile situations, we have decided not to follow standard procedures and terminate all diplomatic possibilities, which also goes directly into effect. This drastic measure only holds for the Hogsweatian embassy. As an extra reassurance regarding Iuthia: nothing will affect your embassy. We have also received word through our special alerting system [one call to the Embassy HQ in Guffingford a day, to let them know everything is in order. If nobody calls, something is wrong.] we have uncovered a systematic extermination of Guffingfordii assets in Hogsweat. Due to their system built on jealousy and greed they have literally ripped our embassy to pieces, maimed every employee and stole all of the valueble items from the ambassador. We will hereby show you photo's of the drama our secure camera systems were able to capture.

The images of brutal murder, raped women, soldiers plundering appear on a large plasma screen behind the Führer who stood like a rock against the hordes of communist soldiers. The pictures are clear, without grain or any details left out. Instead, these images appear to be highly detailed... Perhaps a bit too detailed. But still, nobody would question the truthfulness of this evidence, it was known to the world Hogsweat started aggressive moves against The Social Nationalist Reich, The Merchant Guilds and The Parthians. The Führer himself only spoke a few words, words of hope: Preserve our identity through power, maintain peace through terror.

Hogsweat, you have 48 hours to evacuate our great nation or else we will come and get you. Do not tempt yourself to resist us by using weapons, you have no chance of winning.

I like most of my Volk deeply condemn the uncalled-for violent actions that Hogsweat has done against their "Enemies".

Kaiser M. Martens

“Hogsweatian socialists! Your time has passed. Leave the building now or we will be forced to come and get you.” The City Watch chief was standing outside the embassy building, waiting for a reaction coming from the embassy terrain.
“Sir, are you sure they will just surrender to us?”
“Yes, I'm sure they don't want to make the situation even more tense. Just wait young lad.” The chief was still waiting while the City Watch officers stood behind the chief patiently. And indeed, only five minutes later the embassy staff from Hogsweat lowered their flag and raised a clean white one. The sign of surrender. As soon as the fence opened the officers took the men into black tanned vans and drove them, not to the international airport but to the Chancellery. In the compartment where the Hogsweatians wait a powerful knockout gas was injected and when the van stopped in the Chancellery’s garage, they were sleeping like babies
“Well, so much for them. Take them to the rehabilitation sectors while I notify the press of their aggressive nature while taking them to the airport. We’ll tell them they used the white flag to get out of the embassy unharmed to start shooting around. We do not know what they might have on film in there sent to their hometurf, we’ll tell it happened on the highway.”
“Excellent, I will call Mr Moorehouse and Mr Goodsell to notify them that phase one has been successfully brought to an end. They will be most pleased.”
“I bet they will.” The two men went their separate ways each while the Hogsweatians were carried out the van. One of them, still half-unconscious, drowsy of the knockout gas could here only fragments of what the two men said while carrying him on a stretcher.
“…Think anything’s lacking?”
“Not at all. Why you say that…?”
“…Because of our…” And he passed away again. The only thing he saw was the medieval wall next to him, crumbly of age.

In the large open room Mr Moorehouse and Mr Goodsell both awaited the arrival of their new ‘guests’ while a doctor gave them some antidote against the effects of the sleeping gas. Ten minutes later the Hogsweatian was fully conscious. He could not move, the only thing he could do was turn his face from the ceiling to the walls left and right of him. He heard the two guys talking, probably about him. Suddenly he saw a face, which introduced himself as Mr Moorehouse.
“Pleased to meet Hogsweatian. I assume you are wondering were you are? I am very sorry, but for the sake of our operations I cannot disclose such information. Anyway, you have been brought here to rehabilitate your mind and body. Because, and I am afraid this hurts your mind quite a bit, communism is the most despised ideology on the planet.”
All of a sudden the man knew in what kind of a place he was and tried hard – and desperately to shake off the belts tying his arms and legs to the bed. He yelled and cursed in Russian, cursing The Social-Nationalist Reich and trying to spit in Moorehouse’ face.
“Please Hogsweatian, think of your poor throat. All this shouting will get you nowhere. This room is soundproof, nobody will hear you scream.” While Mr Goodsell said this he also grabbed a clipboard from a small desk and began to read from it.
“…Ah yes. This document says your colleagues didn’t make it. I do not know your name, and frankly I do not need it. From now on your name is Taddeo Caiddes. You understand Mr Caiddes?” Even more insults and swearwords aimed at Moorehouse and Goodsell followed.
“My, Mr Caiddes, such harsh words directed at your saviours. Your friends are dead! Dead you hear! Dead! They are no more, we killed them, we laughed and stood idle as their hearts pumped the last drops of blood from their torn open veins and arteries.” At that moment three guards came in, armed with batons and whips. Moorehouse and Goodsell stood back as the three guards began to start beating the helpless man on the bed, bashing out his teeth, breaking his nose and stomping and whipping till his whole body was covered in bruises and flesh wounds. They left the room as the Hogsweatian passed away in unconsciousness.
“He has much to learn, but we have plenty of time.”