Allanea
12-02-2006, 00:17
Official Announcement of the United States President
*Allanean anthem plays in the background*
*President Klotchkovsky appears on screen*
My dear friends! Citizens of the United States! Brave soldiers! Valiant Marines!
Recently, Allanea's pride was again proved true on the sea, in the air, and in the land. The vile Bandurian, Whyatican, and Antanjyli hordes felt the lash of Allanean steel, the bit of Allanean lead, the sting of Allanean fire. With the aid of our noble allies, Banduria's navy now lies on the border of the sea, and so does Antanjyl's. Forty-three million people were freed from Antanjyl oppression, and are now equal and free citizens of Allanea. The surrender of Antanjyl's entire army to Allanean forces is perhaps the most glorious victory yet since the rebuilding of our nation after the One Day War.
But, Citizens, freedom is not yet safe. Still, as you enjoy your hash pipes – your Stossel tea – your custom rifles – your Ford Expedtions – somewhere out there, people are suffering. Somewhere out there, someone's precious freedom is ripped away from his reach, like a child ripped away from his mother's hands. Somewhere out there, men who belong to the wrong race are made to pay a special tax to merely exercise their right to live. Somewhere out there, people who merely utter the words “All men are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights...” are brutally tortured to death. Can your freedom be safe in a world like this? Can you, sons and daughters of Liberty, sleep safe and sure when somewhere out there, a man is sold into slavery?
Such a nation, such a place is not an evil myth invented by someone to scare young children. This nation exists. This nation is The Plutocratic Shahdom of The Parthians – yes, hear me say, I called them that. If the Parthians are watching that, I would like them to know that they will never succeed to export their lifestyle to Allanea. Here's why:
*camera shifts to pictures of various Allanean military preparations, from aircraft to guns to ICBMs*
Look now, Parthians! Look now, and learn. As I speak, hundreds of aircraft are being manufactured for us by foreign contractors. Battleships roll out of the docks in several nations, reading our nation for any attack you foold can level against our life, liberty, and property. Kazansky-class LR-ICBMs rest ready in their silos, ready to retaliate for, or prevent, any WMD attacks you'd be foolish enough to launch. Behid every door, under every pillow in Allanea lays a rifle – ready to shoot down your marines should they land on our beaches.
But, most powerful of all weapons, stronger then all bombs and tanks, in the heart of every Allanean – every man on Earth – beats a heart with a love of liberty and justice. In the end, it will not be our tanks and guns that will defeat you – for it is not tanks and guns that rule the world. It is the human heart, and it is its thirst for liberty, that will always prevail over the likes of Khosru Ardakhshar Narseh Sassani.
Remember those words, Sassani. Remember them, and tremble -
*camera shifts to view of thousands of Allanean soldiers marching during victory parade*
-this is your destiny, and none other. Defeat, by the hands of freedom-loving men of all nations. You can oppress, you can torture, you can kill – but somewhere, at the end of your road, there'll be a patriot with a rifle or a dagger, in uniform or in jeans. This is your fate. This is the fate for all of your ilk. Sic semper tyrannis.
And to you, citizens of Allanea, I tell this: be calm. Do not be afraid of Mr. Sassani – but be ready. Be always ready to be that patriot with dagger or rifl – for you never know when the tree of liberty will need watering.
Good night,
and may God Bless Allanea.
*camera shifts to image of waving Allanean flag*
*address ends*
*Allanean anthem plays in the background*
*President Klotchkovsky appears on screen*
My dear friends! Citizens of the United States! Brave soldiers! Valiant Marines!
Recently, Allanea's pride was again proved true on the sea, in the air, and in the land. The vile Bandurian, Whyatican, and Antanjyli hordes felt the lash of Allanean steel, the bit of Allanean lead, the sting of Allanean fire. With the aid of our noble allies, Banduria's navy now lies on the border of the sea, and so does Antanjyl's. Forty-three million people were freed from Antanjyl oppression, and are now equal and free citizens of Allanea. The surrender of Antanjyl's entire army to Allanean forces is perhaps the most glorious victory yet since the rebuilding of our nation after the One Day War.
But, Citizens, freedom is not yet safe. Still, as you enjoy your hash pipes – your Stossel tea – your custom rifles – your Ford Expedtions – somewhere out there, people are suffering. Somewhere out there, someone's precious freedom is ripped away from his reach, like a child ripped away from his mother's hands. Somewhere out there, men who belong to the wrong race are made to pay a special tax to merely exercise their right to live. Somewhere out there, people who merely utter the words “All men are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable rights...” are brutally tortured to death. Can your freedom be safe in a world like this? Can you, sons and daughters of Liberty, sleep safe and sure when somewhere out there, a man is sold into slavery?
Such a nation, such a place is not an evil myth invented by someone to scare young children. This nation exists. This nation is The Plutocratic Shahdom of The Parthians – yes, hear me say, I called them that. If the Parthians are watching that, I would like them to know that they will never succeed to export their lifestyle to Allanea. Here's why:
*camera shifts to pictures of various Allanean military preparations, from aircraft to guns to ICBMs*
Look now, Parthians! Look now, and learn. As I speak, hundreds of aircraft are being manufactured for us by foreign contractors. Battleships roll out of the docks in several nations, reading our nation for any attack you foold can level against our life, liberty, and property. Kazansky-class LR-ICBMs rest ready in their silos, ready to retaliate for, or prevent, any WMD attacks you'd be foolish enough to launch. Behid every door, under every pillow in Allanea lays a rifle – ready to shoot down your marines should they land on our beaches.
But, most powerful of all weapons, stronger then all bombs and tanks, in the heart of every Allanean – every man on Earth – beats a heart with a love of liberty and justice. In the end, it will not be our tanks and guns that will defeat you – for it is not tanks and guns that rule the world. It is the human heart, and it is its thirst for liberty, that will always prevail over the likes of Khosru Ardakhshar Narseh Sassani.
Remember those words, Sassani. Remember them, and tremble -
*camera shifts to view of thousands of Allanean soldiers marching during victory parade*
-this is your destiny, and none other. Defeat, by the hands of freedom-loving men of all nations. You can oppress, you can torture, you can kill – but somewhere, at the end of your road, there'll be a patriot with a rifle or a dagger, in uniform or in jeans. This is your fate. This is the fate for all of your ilk. Sic semper tyrannis.
And to you, citizens of Allanea, I tell this: be calm. Do not be afraid of Mr. Sassani – but be ready. Be always ready to be that patriot with dagger or rifl – for you never know when the tree of liberty will need watering.
Good night,
and may God Bless Allanea.
*camera shifts to image of waving Allanean flag*
*address ends*