imported_ViZion
20-12-2005, 07:53
President Villian stood at his podium, the lights dim, the room slowly quieting from the chatter amongst the hundreds of international reporters. A light shone down upon the President so brightly, one could almost mistake him for an angel if they did not know better. The podium, baring the golden crest of the President, reflected the light so magnificantly, casting a golden glow over the surrounding crowd.
The President looked to glorious in his white suit, so proud with his head held high, and so pleased with a hint of a grin playing around his lips.
Finally as the room simmered down, the President began to speak.
Ladies and gentlemen, people of the world, members of the press, and leaders of Xirnium and her gracious allies. I am speaking to you as the leader of the free world, champion of human rights, and saviour of the enslaved.
I believe there is a world of people out there still living in fear and agony, a world of people that need liberation. It is high time that we begin to put aside the past. Your nations have chosen the rightious path to peace, love, glory, and God. Your nations have chosen the almighty path to power, eternal legend, glory, and mightiness.
I offer my hand in peace with your nations. ViZion offers its hospitality to your leaders. Come to ViZion, join us, let us move forward in this degressive world. We must fight together to free those left in the past, in the hellishly damned nations who still treat their people as if they were dogs in the Medieval times.
Accept our hands in peace. Join us. Let us fight together. Let us end the tyrrany of this inferno. Let us shine our glorious light upon the underworld! JOIN US!
His face was like stone with an expression resembling that of a growling wolf, his right fist clinched tightly, held straight up and forward. He held that pose for a second before the room went dark. A couple seconds later, the lights returned, and the President was off stage, his speech being broadcasted across international channels and into the televisions far and near alike.
ViZion awaits the response of Xirnium and her allies.
The President looked to glorious in his white suit, so proud with his head held high, and so pleased with a hint of a grin playing around his lips.
Finally as the room simmered down, the President began to speak.
Ladies and gentlemen, people of the world, members of the press, and leaders of Xirnium and her gracious allies. I am speaking to you as the leader of the free world, champion of human rights, and saviour of the enslaved.
I believe there is a world of people out there still living in fear and agony, a world of people that need liberation. It is high time that we begin to put aside the past. Your nations have chosen the rightious path to peace, love, glory, and God. Your nations have chosen the almighty path to power, eternal legend, glory, and mightiness.
I offer my hand in peace with your nations. ViZion offers its hospitality to your leaders. Come to ViZion, join us, let us move forward in this degressive world. We must fight together to free those left in the past, in the hellishly damned nations who still treat their people as if they were dogs in the Medieval times.
Accept our hands in peace. Join us. Let us fight together. Let us end the tyrrany of this inferno. Let us shine our glorious light upon the underworld! JOIN US!
His face was like stone with an expression resembling that of a growling wolf, his right fist clinched tightly, held straight up and forward. He held that pose for a second before the room went dark. A couple seconds later, the lights returned, and the President was off stage, his speech being broadcasted across international channels and into the televisions far and near alike.
ViZion awaits the response of Xirnium and her allies.