NationStates Jolt Archive

Speech broadcast via telescreen-
Speaker: Tongue-31

”I greet you, citizens, on a most glorious occasion. Long have we been gnawed upon by an inner cancer, and though we have often sought Victories, we could not even claim Victory over ourselves. We had to fight, brethren against supposed brethren, against the foolish inhabitants of the Isle of Knives, who chose ignorantly to live away from Lady Victory, hiding in the shame of their opaque huts. Lady Victory was sad, thinking she had lost her children, and she was greatly concerned – so much so that she sent their brothers and sisters to find them, thinking they might come to harm.

But what did they find?

Debauchery! The image of the Noble Lady spat upon and desecrated by the children she cared so much for. She had thought them lost and afraid, but they were instead haughty, hate-filled and rebellious. The inhabitants of the Isle of Knives had become depraved animals, obsessed with alcohol and lechery, thinking they could avoid the eyes of the Lady because they hid behind the lightless walls of their houses.

The true, loving children of the Lady sought them out nonetheless, for no barrier can protect the guilty from the justice of the Noble Lady. They found these people wallowing in the darkness of their huts, and brought them out into the light of Justice. Some would not come, and were destroyed by the righteous and cleansing fires of judgment for their iniquity, but the rest were willing to be saved and shall be saved, admitted back into the society of Total Victory, wholly forgiven. They shall receive crystal houses, with walls as pure as their reformed souls, to live in the innocence of the Lady Victory.

Thus, with all the Isles of Total Victory secured and united in reverence for the Noble Lady, we may declare wholehearted victory over ourselves, and it is a victory worthy of celebration. Let us open our arms and borders to the nations of the world, that they may share in the Jubilee of Victory over the Self.

The Lady has declared this week the week of the Jubilee, with a Great Feast to take place on the seventh day. The nations of the Earth are welcome to send their people to the Isle of Crowns to join in our celebration, to share fully in the Victory which we have won, and savor some morsel of the Glory of the Noble Lady!”

[OOC- Bravo. Great start. Welcome to NS. I'll post IC at some point, but nice introductory post. Good job.]

The Third Day of the Jubilee

Garlands lined the streets of Municipality One, embracing in their flowery arms the High Clock and the Palace of Victory, the two mighty buildings from which all the land of Total Victory might be seen, from the Isle of Crests to the Isle of Storms. In the vast boulevard between the Clock and Palace, streamers and banners flowed like a river of reds and whites and greens and yellows, professing love and loyalty to the Lady and her state. Some battalions of the Youth Brigade were marching with the bannerflow, singing one of the flagship anthems of Total Victory: Where Points the Sword. The rosiness of their gleaming young faces reflected on their white kerchiefs leaving them tinged pink and vibrant against the navy blue uniform with gray shorts held up by a brilliant brass buckle.

The song had come into its second verse when the tone of the air changed. The pipes of the Music Factories suddenly let forth a great and simultaneous chime. The note hung in the air for a second and was repeated, louder.

A voice materialized out of nowhere, nasal and biting, barking in military style to the people beneath it listening in reverence. "Glory! Victory! Glory!" it was saying, "Ours is yet more Victory, for the rebellious island of Gog has forsaken the ways of chaos and turned to the Lady Victory" There were more words, a great avalanche of words tumbling upon the people and crushing them totally so that they would not understand what the words were saying, much as a person in an actual avalanche would not focus so much on the details of each boulder and pebble falling towards him, but would simply comprehend the gist of the rockslide before being caught up in it. All the voice really seemed to say was "...Victory! ...Glory! ...Victory!" and no more, though it used many words in between.

Before it had even ceased, a ferocious cheer, the cry of a predator crooning over a fresh kill, went out from the throats of the marching members of the Youth Brigade. Banners and flags were swung in increasing tempo and force, and the older boys and girls at the front proudly brandished dummy chemical guns, as if they might shoot any onlooker contemplating rebellion against the Lady - or at the least tear that person to pieces, and bring their blood to Victory's altar.

From the windows of the Palace of Victory, all the numerous and varied administrators and officials could see, across the Victory Sea, the island of Gog, sending up a noxious plume of greasy brown smoke.

Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"Oh yes... good for you invading and taking control of another insignificant island nation which no one has ever heard of before. Oh well... that isnt really a 'victory' you know. Your so called 'victory' was inevitable, I would call it more of a massacre considering the fact that the entire damn island appears to be on fire(useful tools, spy sattelites)."
End Statement

The Fourth Day of the Jubilee

The fourth day of a Victorian Jubilee is always the low point, the valley between the peaks of the First Day and the final Feast Day. The Fourth Day is built of indignity and hatred, of acting out the wrath of the Armies of Victory upon their detestable Adversary.

Orators infested every corner of the city, spitting fire and damnation from their mouths, raining embers on anyone who cared to listen. Atrocities were recounted in gorey detail, of old enemies and rebels butchering women and children. There were stories of "Revolutions" fought for idotic concepts where so many servants of Order were ingratiously slaughtered. Another battalion from the Youth Brigade was marching in front of a detail of workers from one of the Armaments Factories, out on the streets in a spontaneous show of affection for the Lady Victory.

That amateur Phalanx marched the length of the Boulevard to the Palace of Victory, to place more banners, flowers, and pennants at the great gate, but were stopped. There stood Tongue-31, and where other state-orators could capture attention like the flame of a candle, he was a fiery whirlwind, an inferno of a speaker, utterly consuming all who witnessed him.

"Listen!" he said, "listen to the words straight from the tongues of Liars!"

Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"Oh yes... good for you invading and taking control of another insignificant island nation which no one has ever heard of before. Oh well... that isnt really a 'victory' you know. Your so called 'victory' was inevitable, I would call it more of a massacre considering the fact that the entire damn island appears to be on fire(useful tools, spy sattelites)."
End Statement

"They desecrate the memory of the Martyrs who died in the service of Order on Gog and the Isle of Knives with their haughty banter. When is victory guaranteed? Never! Victory must be earned by blood, fire, and steel - but these people have desecrated Victory, and become its enemies, and the enemy of Victory is our Enemy. The day is not upon us yet when we shall scourge the Earth of our Enemy, but it approaches, yea, it approaches shortly. The day of the knife is coming, when no mercy shall be shown to any man or woman who lusts for chaos, and the Enemy shall be fully destroyed, and we shall know Jubilee not for seven days, or seven weeks, or seven months, but truly, seven thousand years shall our Jubilee last and it shall not end even then!

"But friends, it is not today, so for now, harden your anger and sharpen your knives, await the day for our venom to be loosed, to cleanse Chaos from the world, and bring to fruition the day when the Earth is a great, ticking mechanism, counting the endless seconds of Victory."

That night the bonfires burnt high with straw effigies of the Enemy, some brown for the huts on the Isle of Knives, some white for the ancient rebels who fought under the banner of Yog-Sothoth against the Lady Victory, and some... some are red for foreigners who haughtily despise the Noble Lady and her warriors...

The Fifth Day of the Jubilee

The streets were emptied by the pouring of rain, and the noise of trumpets from the pipes of the Music Factories was drowned in the thunder of another storm. Lances of lightning tore the sky above the Palace of Victory. Loose banners whirled about, dancing on ferocious air currents, soaring high and low and flapping fitfully all the while. There are no speeches made, no traces of the previous nights conflagration save muddy streams of water and ash flowing away from scorched bonfires.

In the Isle of Crowns International Airport, all planes, minizeppelins and aeros have been stocked in their hangars, neatly rowed and confined to the Earth. A welcoming committee sits in gate 90, reviewing the languages of all the people they have been told to expect. The band polishes lonely instruments quietly as Administrators fire off a series of mnemonics designed to load up entire vocabularies of strange words. The fifth day was silence and impatience, and it was said that the Lady Victory brooded in her apartments, furious that her celebration should be interrupted by gloom.

OOC: The invitation still stands for you guys to come visit Total Victory...

tag [replying tommorow]

OOC: Welcome to NS.

IC:

OFFICIAL STATEMENT - MEGAS DIR. OF FOREIGN POLICIES

Congradulations on your victory and do not mind what others say. For what is victory but conquest of another? Anyway, we would like to offer our hands in friendship. Anything your nation may need we would be happy to supply - for a small fee of course.

-Andrew Sevvi
Director of Foreign Policies

OOC:I think this guy is modern tech.

To: The leader of Total Victory
From: Empress of Anamaraeta

Congrats on your victory over the evil island of Gog, for with it, it is one less enemy of the world for all to celebrate, not just Total Victory. Thus, I shall proclaim a seven-day Jubilee as well, (ooc: can't post it here, too busy to work on it)for all to come and enjoy happiness, music, and fun. Congratulations again!

ooc to Red Tide2: stop acting like a jerk! this is a new guy, he's allowed to have some fun.

To: The leader of Total Victory
From: Empress of Anamaraeta

Congrats on your victory over the evil island of Gog, for with its destroyance, it is one less enemy of the world for all to celebrate over, not just Total Victory. Thus, I shall proclaim a seven-day Jubilee as well, for all to come and enjoy happiness, music, and fun. Congratulations again!

ooc to Red Tide2: stop acting like a jerk! this is a new guy, he's allowed to have some fun.

OOC:Do you mean ICly or OOCly? ICly my nation has a tendency to point out things that are brutally honest about other peoples nations. OOCly... I havent acted like a jerk! Are you flamebaiting me?

The Empire of Frangland is represented by Minister of Finance (MF) Nelson P. Rockefeller IV.

Dr. Rockefeller proposes a toast:

"Here's to you and here's to me
And here's to love and laughter.
I'll be true as long as you
And not a franging minute after.

yes, yes, thank you, thank you."

(waves, bows and sits)

The Sixth Day of the Jubilee:

The storm had gone, leaving only a wind to mourn its passing. It was one of those biting winds like an autumn becoming a winter, gusting so harshly as to leave the blood chilled and the bones frigid. It seemed cruel that any man or woman or beast should be subject to such a thing... and yet, there they were, upon the streets again.

There is something curious about the foreign, something that warms the heart even though ice crystals seem to form in the veins. Workers, Youth, and Administrators of all levels had clustered to the side of the Palace, squinting up the steps, peering past the line of police that formed an impenetrable barricade at the base of the stairs. Nothing was clear - only outlines of foreign shapes with foreign accents saying strange, foreign things.

A poem was read, some non-Euclidean jumble of syllables, sounding like words but making nonsense to the Victorians. When it ended, the speaker bowed and sat, and the crowd applauded very enthusiastically.

The wind snarled again, and people tucked their chins close to their chests for warmth as one of the Tongues took the microphone and began reading the introduction for the next guest...

Incredibly Long OOC:

I realize that this is probably not the easiest thing to respond to, and chances are that the next RP I have planned won't be easy either... I guess they're mostly targeted toward developing the character of Total Victory, then later I might come up with some more interactive stuff. Of course, if anyone has an idea that they'd like me to help out with, feel free to drop a telegram in my inbox.

OOC:I think this guy is modern tech.

Eh... sort of-ish? As far as military technology goes, TV's technology is going to be modern-tech or equivalent*. Technologies related to law and order, however, are more advanced, as are those of education and information dissemination.

*Equivalent meaning that it will do the same thing as a modern-tech weapon, but it will work by a different process which is more futuristic. An example of this is the chemical gun, which fires projectiles of crystallized cyanide or sedatives, which works much the same as an assault rifle or machine gun. It is not an assault rifle or a machine gun, of course, and it has a different set of strengths and weaknesses - for example, it has less armor penetrating power, but has higher lethality regardless of the area struck. Additionally, it has a large magazine of three hundred rounds, but the shape, weight and bulk of the magazine means that any soldier armed with a chemical gun will carry only one spare magazine and reloading will be a difficult process to complete in a firefight. Ultimately, "Equivalent" weapons are just designed to give TV a different flavor than other MT and FT nations.

OOC: Do you mean ICly or OOCly? ICly my nation has a tendency to point out things that are brutally honest about other peoples nations. OOCly... I havent acted like a jerk! Are you flamebaiting me?

In Anamaraeta's defense, your comment could be read as the voicing of an OOC sentiment In-Character. Since your casual dismissal of my nation was IC, I chose to do what any self-respecting small nation would do when dismissed casually by a larger, more important nation and burnt effigies. In-character of course.

The Seventh Day of the Jubilee:

The sky is an immaculate blue. Sterile. Utterly free of any cloud. With it comes a crisp chill, not the biting wind of yesterday, but an invigorating coolness. The air is filled with brassy notes from the pipes of the Music Factories, stabbing the air with perfect synchronicity.

Tra!-Turah!-Turah!-Ta!-Ta!

And underneath the beat of a drum marks the crunch of footsteps against the pavement. The march is infectious, spreading to each person on the street and each person in the nation. All thought whizzes upward with the brassy knives and thundering drums, upward into that crystalline blue untroubled by any white puffs of silliness. All thought whizzes upward and converges on one perfect point, converges on the Sun, smiling upon the Isles of Total Victory like the Noble Lady herself.

The High Clock chimes: 1800 Hours! 1800 Hours! 1800 Hours!

With one final Ta! the brass and beat fall silent. Stillness. The great collective We of Total Victory feels the purifying coolness of the air, the solemn energy of this moment, this empty, sacred moment.

A minute comes, and is gone, and there is a new noise. Stone scrapes stone, as a tremendous door at the base of the High Clock heaves itself open, revealing the frowning black maw of a vault. Crunching feet echo outward, in time to some internal drum not audible to the people outside the vault.

Then come the people, robed in white. But perhaps people is not the right word, for they are in their movements no more human than a tractor is human. Their eyes are not like eyes, they are like a proud battery of cannon fixed forward for a parade. Their feet move as if to some invisible clock, perfectly ticking each footstep - two to a second.

From somewhere comes a biting voice: "Behold, people of Victory, those prodigal children, they who had left the fold of the Noble Lady have returned to us. Do not despise them brethren, for the Lady has forgiven them, and as the Lady does, so should you do. They have forsaken the ways of defeat, and now they ask only that she forgive their iniquity." Indeed, as the orator says these things, the white-robed ones prostrate themselves in absolute unity. [i]"In submission, they have achieved the greatest Victory, so the Lady pronounces them forgiven and glorious - again her children, again... her chosen!"

The applause begins with the ferocity of a squall, mixed with guttural cries of exultation. The conquered are once again kings, but new kings, better kings, part of that great collective of kings who know and ascribe to the only thing which can be eternal and absolute: Total Victory.

OOC:
So this one's really done now, I'm sorry to say. I kinda wish it had gotten more responses, but, hey, this is fine too. I guess it wasn't terribly prone to responses. I do have one request though, which is that if you read it, maybe you could give me some feedback? Just send me a telegram telling me what you liked, didn't like, or think I ought to work on. If you have an idea for an RP that you'd like to involve me in or work with me on, let me know as well. Thanks in advance.

OOC:

Noticed the NationStates website is down... uh... for now you could just let me know here, unless you want to make me wait.

OOC: We are still waiting for your responce at the ministry.