Generic empire
02-05-2005, 05:11
Emperor Antonius stepped out onto the balcony of his palace in the White Citadel, to take his place in front of a microphone that had been attached the railing, over which a large Imperial flag hung. In the sizeable square below, thousands of the Empire’s more affluent citizens had gathered, having largely bought their way in to listen to their beloved leader’s first public address in nearly six years. Security was exceptionally tight, tighter than usual, and that was saying something. Now the assembled exploded into wild cheers and applause, and some attempted to throw roses up to the second floor balcony, though none succeeded. Antonius was flanked on either side by White Guardsmen who fell off to the side of the door, and stood at attention. The Emperor looked unusually well groomed, most likely at the behest of the Empress. As the applause died away, he began to speak.
“My people, loyal citizens of Generia, I beg your ears. I come to you in time of great global crisis, a time when the world stage is increasingly tilted, and the sane nations of the world are forced to hang onto to their stations to preserve their very existence, lest the foul wind of the mad blow them from the precipice into the great fires of their ‘perfect’ systems, their raw social orders that seek to redefine the very nature of man.
I speak of course of our great allies Roach-Busters, their wise and glorious leader J.L., and their struggle against that Communist cesspool, The Island of Rose. They would see us be slaves to the democratic system, that vile and twisted evil that we have so long reviled. That epidemic that is the worst humanity has witnessed since the Bubonic Plague. They would have us sweat under the dominance of their tyrannies by majority in Marxist hellholes, like their own barren land. They would bring the world ruin, and revel in the mudholes of corruption that they would create from the once great nations of the world. They would bring us death, and have us thank them for it.
My people, for many years I have sought to guide this nation through these treacherous waters, preserving the honor of Generia, and keeping us whole and strong. Look around you. This citadel, the great spires of Generia City. They are the works of the great man, the Emperor Alexei the Magnificent, that savior of old Generian glory. The warrior and the poet. The benevolent shepherd with the stern hand. He guided us well, for many years until his death. He was cut down, brothers, by the same people who would see us sweat under their twisted bureaucracies, to be broken and left without honor. They slew him in cold blood, for they saw his success, and the love his people had for him.
But we prevailed, and the corruption was vanquished, washed away with blood in a great war for the preservation of our national honor. And so we have rebuilt ourselves. I have kept you safe, free from the dangers of the democratic world, the pain and suffering that comes with Marxist tyranny. And you, like the great and honorable people you are, have shed blood for these ideals, to keep this evil far from the shores of Generia and her allies.
But so it is that no peace can last forever, save that which comes through noble death, and so it is now that these evils draw close to home. That great and noble nation, those free and wise people of Roach-Busters, under that champion of liberty and peace, the Generalissimo J.L., draws near attack by the enemies of humanity, the vile scum of the Earth. The Island of Rose have stated their overt intentions to capture and enslave these people, to burn their homes, rape their women, and take all that they have worked for. Their armies mobilize, their ships ready to make way for the bright shores of Roach-Busters, to spread their dark plague throughout this land where freedom echoes in every voice of the joyous populous. And all the world seems to stand with these monsters.
Brothers, the blind have abandoned the noble path away from the evils of this system. They have submitted to the serpent’s words, and joined the crusade against all that is good and right in this world. They preach sodomy, they preach madness. They say that Shoobans, Shoobans, are human beings! Shoobans, those disgusting monsters that we tell our children to stay away from, lest they be bitten, or worse. They want these things to live among us! To live in our homes as equals! To walk the streets in broad daylight, spreading their odors and foul diseases to the good people of this land. The world gives these madmen their support, and threatens use of arms against the peaceful, noble, strong nations of this Earth. They are cowards.
But brothers, I tell you today that Roach-Busters will not be left alone in their conflict against this hoard. There are still a few just minded nations in this world who will not see them trampled to death under the legions of the Marxist demons. Generians, we stand with them, shoulder to shoulder, as brothers in arms against this wave of madness.”
Intense cheering went up over the crowd, and in the streets across the Empire, where millions had gathered to hear the Emperor’s words.
“As I have said, I have done what I can to navigate these treacherous routes peacefully, but there comes a time when we must, as a nation and a people stand up against this scourge of democracy and Marxism that threatens to invade our very homes, corrupt our children, and destroy all that we hold dear. My people, my brothers, my sons and daughters, bear witness to these words, and stand with me as I tell them that we will not lie down and accept the verdict of a corrupt world! We will never accept their systems, their slavery! We will never allow the Roach-Busterians, the noble defenders of the true path to be broken! We will not stand to see the Generalissimo’s life and family put in jeopardy by the desires of the insane!
Generians, I say let them know that we will not submit, let them try to force us, to force the mighty armies and the brave people of Roach-Busters to bow and break. Let them embarrass themselves! They will bring nothing but pain to their lands and their houses, nothing but famine and horror as their precious ideals tumble down about them. They will bleed, and they will die bitterly on the fields of noble combat. They will be made to understand that the good and just will not be pushed about by the evil and the corrupt. Even if we must stand alone as the sole defenders of our great warrior compatriots in Roach-Busters, we shall not falter, and should war indeed come to consume us, we will all fight and die like heroes, and they will not forget the day they took our words lightly, and challenged an ally of the Empire.
People of the world. I call upon your sanity, I call upon your sense of justice, your morals, the goodness of your hearts and strength of your minds to heed my words. We must recognize the dire threat posed to the sovereignty of nations, to the sanctity of populations by this heretical and vile menace that is the democratic hoard. Let not Roach-Busters and Generia stand alone against it. Let not the filthy Rosians be allowed to trample the values and the lives of the Roach-Busterians. Let the name of the Generalissimo be hailed and not hated, for he too guides us through these treacherous times as a beacon of hope against the stain of democratic and Marxist corruption.
I call on you to stand up, as Generia has, against the Island of Rose, and against Euroslavia, and against the countless others who seek to replace our holy books and our constitutions with their Marxist democratic dogma. The future of the human race is dependent on the prevalence of the right minded. Let them not falter! For Generia!”
The last but of this age old nationalistic cry was echoed by every Generian who listened. It rang up over the streets, resounded through the living rooms of countless homes, and shattered the roofs of the barracks and the windows of the warships.
“For God!”
Emperor Antonius bowed to the wave of cheering, and quietly turned, walking back into his palace. The world had not asked for a response, but they now had one. If anyone was going to challenge Roach-Busters, they would have to deal with Generia as well, whether they counted it significant or not.
“My people, loyal citizens of Generia, I beg your ears. I come to you in time of great global crisis, a time when the world stage is increasingly tilted, and the sane nations of the world are forced to hang onto to their stations to preserve their very existence, lest the foul wind of the mad blow them from the precipice into the great fires of their ‘perfect’ systems, their raw social orders that seek to redefine the very nature of man.
I speak of course of our great allies Roach-Busters, their wise and glorious leader J.L., and their struggle against that Communist cesspool, The Island of Rose. They would see us be slaves to the democratic system, that vile and twisted evil that we have so long reviled. That epidemic that is the worst humanity has witnessed since the Bubonic Plague. They would have us sweat under the dominance of their tyrannies by majority in Marxist hellholes, like their own barren land. They would bring the world ruin, and revel in the mudholes of corruption that they would create from the once great nations of the world. They would bring us death, and have us thank them for it.
My people, for many years I have sought to guide this nation through these treacherous waters, preserving the honor of Generia, and keeping us whole and strong. Look around you. This citadel, the great spires of Generia City. They are the works of the great man, the Emperor Alexei the Magnificent, that savior of old Generian glory. The warrior and the poet. The benevolent shepherd with the stern hand. He guided us well, for many years until his death. He was cut down, brothers, by the same people who would see us sweat under their twisted bureaucracies, to be broken and left without honor. They slew him in cold blood, for they saw his success, and the love his people had for him.
But we prevailed, and the corruption was vanquished, washed away with blood in a great war for the preservation of our national honor. And so we have rebuilt ourselves. I have kept you safe, free from the dangers of the democratic world, the pain and suffering that comes with Marxist tyranny. And you, like the great and honorable people you are, have shed blood for these ideals, to keep this evil far from the shores of Generia and her allies.
But so it is that no peace can last forever, save that which comes through noble death, and so it is now that these evils draw close to home. That great and noble nation, those free and wise people of Roach-Busters, under that champion of liberty and peace, the Generalissimo J.L., draws near attack by the enemies of humanity, the vile scum of the Earth. The Island of Rose have stated their overt intentions to capture and enslave these people, to burn their homes, rape their women, and take all that they have worked for. Their armies mobilize, their ships ready to make way for the bright shores of Roach-Busters, to spread their dark plague throughout this land where freedom echoes in every voice of the joyous populous. And all the world seems to stand with these monsters.
Brothers, the blind have abandoned the noble path away from the evils of this system. They have submitted to the serpent’s words, and joined the crusade against all that is good and right in this world. They preach sodomy, they preach madness. They say that Shoobans, Shoobans, are human beings! Shoobans, those disgusting monsters that we tell our children to stay away from, lest they be bitten, or worse. They want these things to live among us! To live in our homes as equals! To walk the streets in broad daylight, spreading their odors and foul diseases to the good people of this land. The world gives these madmen their support, and threatens use of arms against the peaceful, noble, strong nations of this Earth. They are cowards.
But brothers, I tell you today that Roach-Busters will not be left alone in their conflict against this hoard. There are still a few just minded nations in this world who will not see them trampled to death under the legions of the Marxist demons. Generians, we stand with them, shoulder to shoulder, as brothers in arms against this wave of madness.”
Intense cheering went up over the crowd, and in the streets across the Empire, where millions had gathered to hear the Emperor’s words.
“As I have said, I have done what I can to navigate these treacherous routes peacefully, but there comes a time when we must, as a nation and a people stand up against this scourge of democracy and Marxism that threatens to invade our very homes, corrupt our children, and destroy all that we hold dear. My people, my brothers, my sons and daughters, bear witness to these words, and stand with me as I tell them that we will not lie down and accept the verdict of a corrupt world! We will never accept their systems, their slavery! We will never allow the Roach-Busterians, the noble defenders of the true path to be broken! We will not stand to see the Generalissimo’s life and family put in jeopardy by the desires of the insane!
Generians, I say let them know that we will not submit, let them try to force us, to force the mighty armies and the brave people of Roach-Busters to bow and break. Let them embarrass themselves! They will bring nothing but pain to their lands and their houses, nothing but famine and horror as their precious ideals tumble down about them. They will bleed, and they will die bitterly on the fields of noble combat. They will be made to understand that the good and just will not be pushed about by the evil and the corrupt. Even if we must stand alone as the sole defenders of our great warrior compatriots in Roach-Busters, we shall not falter, and should war indeed come to consume us, we will all fight and die like heroes, and they will not forget the day they took our words lightly, and challenged an ally of the Empire.
People of the world. I call upon your sanity, I call upon your sense of justice, your morals, the goodness of your hearts and strength of your minds to heed my words. We must recognize the dire threat posed to the sovereignty of nations, to the sanctity of populations by this heretical and vile menace that is the democratic hoard. Let not Roach-Busters and Generia stand alone against it. Let not the filthy Rosians be allowed to trample the values and the lives of the Roach-Busterians. Let the name of the Generalissimo be hailed and not hated, for he too guides us through these treacherous times as a beacon of hope against the stain of democratic and Marxist corruption.
I call on you to stand up, as Generia has, against the Island of Rose, and against Euroslavia, and against the countless others who seek to replace our holy books and our constitutions with their Marxist democratic dogma. The future of the human race is dependent on the prevalence of the right minded. Let them not falter! For Generia!”
The last but of this age old nationalistic cry was echoed by every Generian who listened. It rang up over the streets, resounded through the living rooms of countless homes, and shattered the roofs of the barracks and the windows of the warships.
“For God!”
Emperor Antonius bowed to the wave of cheering, and quietly turned, walking back into his palace. The world had not asked for a response, but they now had one. If anyone was going to challenge Roach-Busters, they would have to deal with Generia as well, whether they counted it significant or not.