Magnus Maximus
17-09-2007, 16:52
The skies were aptly red, this morning, as, with a landslide majority, and screams of
"Rig!", new President of Magnus Maximus, Dmitri Marx Maximus, eldest son to his Father, Maximus, founder of Magnus Maximus, who named the great nation after himself, opened the doors to Red Mansion to address the crowd. The recent turmoil-ridden election, and civil unrest due to Neo-Conservative clashes with Marxist and Fabian Socialist uprisings were almost to the point of civil war, seemed almost a distant memory, as the crowd instantly fell silent as the scarlet-hooded man lifted his right hand, and a huge, almost sinister grin, could be seen upon his face. Two guards, both heavily armed with automatic weapons, stood akimbo, also hooded.
"My friends," Dmitri called out to his audience, not even considering the use of a microphone,
"Today is a great day. The day that the suppressive, Archaic regime of the Democratic-Monarchy of of my father is ousted, and a new era of social responsibility and Socialism rules in our grand nation! It is because of this, no longer are we going to be ruled by my Father in his grand palace, and his puppet government, but here, under the roof of the Red Mansion, by the people you have chosen! The Kingdom of Magnus Maximus is dead, the United Socialist States of Magnus Maximus is risen!"
Again, he raised is hand, in a clenched fist, and another hooded man seemed to glide over to a flagpole, and attached to it a scarlet flag, similiar to the Saltire, but blood red instead of noble blue.
The crowd erupted into rapturous applause, and fireworks exploded behind him, as he returned to his chamber.
"What of the military preparations?" Dmitri hissed
"Your army is ready, my Leige. At least 1 million soldiers, and a tank to every 10 men. No-one dare challenge our righteous ideals."
"Good. And of the satellites?"
"We await Great Darlia's confirmation, though there is little doubt, as they have proven a most reliable source of armament, though, we no longer need them, at least, not for our army. Other than for our navy and artillery, and perhaps our extraterrestrial endevours, perhaps it would be wise to seek a hand in alliance, rather than weapons from them."
"Perhaps. I must go, escort me to my chamber..."
And to the sound of applause and gunfire from the crowd outside, Maximus Dmitri Marx returned to his chamber, to continue his plotting.
Public Communique:
The USSMM is ready to seek alliances from all like-minded nations who shun the capitalist greed and cold-hearted self-fulfillment, in favour of the pure ideals of Socialism and Marxism, and who are willing to stand up for these righteous ideals. Our telegram lines are forever open...
"Rig!", new President of Magnus Maximus, Dmitri Marx Maximus, eldest son to his Father, Maximus, founder of Magnus Maximus, who named the great nation after himself, opened the doors to Red Mansion to address the crowd. The recent turmoil-ridden election, and civil unrest due to Neo-Conservative clashes with Marxist and Fabian Socialist uprisings were almost to the point of civil war, seemed almost a distant memory, as the crowd instantly fell silent as the scarlet-hooded man lifted his right hand, and a huge, almost sinister grin, could be seen upon his face. Two guards, both heavily armed with automatic weapons, stood akimbo, also hooded.
"My friends," Dmitri called out to his audience, not even considering the use of a microphone,
"Today is a great day. The day that the suppressive, Archaic regime of the Democratic-Monarchy of of my father is ousted, and a new era of social responsibility and Socialism rules in our grand nation! It is because of this, no longer are we going to be ruled by my Father in his grand palace, and his puppet government, but here, under the roof of the Red Mansion, by the people you have chosen! The Kingdom of Magnus Maximus is dead, the United Socialist States of Magnus Maximus is risen!"
Again, he raised is hand, in a clenched fist, and another hooded man seemed to glide over to a flagpole, and attached to it a scarlet flag, similiar to the Saltire, but blood red instead of noble blue.
The crowd erupted into rapturous applause, and fireworks exploded behind him, as he returned to his chamber.
"What of the military preparations?" Dmitri hissed
"Your army is ready, my Leige. At least 1 million soldiers, and a tank to every 10 men. No-one dare challenge our righteous ideals."
"Good. And of the satellites?"
"We await Great Darlia's confirmation, though there is little doubt, as they have proven a most reliable source of armament, though, we no longer need them, at least, not for our army. Other than for our navy and artillery, and perhaps our extraterrestrial endevours, perhaps it would be wise to seek a hand in alliance, rather than weapons from them."
"Perhaps. I must go, escort me to my chamber..."
And to the sound of applause and gunfire from the crowd outside, Maximus Dmitri Marx returned to his chamber, to continue his plotting.
Public Communique:
The USSMM is ready to seek alliances from all like-minded nations who shun the capitalist greed and cold-hearted self-fulfillment, in favour of the pure ideals of Socialism and Marxism, and who are willing to stand up for these righteous ideals. Our telegram lines are forever open...