Emperatium Drakonicum
28-12-2007, 21:17
“Oh, ah is this on?”
The man on the stage received a thumbs up from one of the crewman behind the camera. Relieved, he cleared his throat, and began speaking. It is clear that he knows what he is doing, but with an almost child like innocence. He holds the cards, but does not know how to play the game. The insecurity of one who feels his shoes are too big for his meager feet to fill.
“This is the Emperatium Drakonicum, speaking to the world. For the past three hundred years, our region has been crushed under constant turmoil and bloodshed. It is our pleasure to announce that this is true no longer.” His eyes glanced behind him nervously. A harried crewman rushed to a console and furiously tapped several buttons. A projector growled to life, and a static wrought the screen before it. Finally, the image of a double-headed eagle with several smaller symbols below it appeared on the canvas. The presenter smiled uncertainly, and once again faced the camera. The much more technologically savvy members of the audience were suspicious, there were no video artifacts in modern day video technologies. That was, unless it was added for effect. The camera panned softly and focused on the canvas board.
It flashed from one image of crime, suffering, and debauchery to the next.
“Our people can now say that we are now a nation, one that can protect and provide for itself. More and more nations join us, and many of those that value their individualism have become protectorates.”
The images changed, to the building of churches, schools, offices. The people that the slideshow contained were not happy. In fact, it seemed as if they were devoid of expression. All but one. Every one of them seemed to show ingrained determination, an almost fatalistic strength that would allow them survive anything that the world threw at them. Then it started to show more and more pictures of disciplined legions of soldiers, also set with extreme determination.
The message was clear, they were a hard, strong people. They were out to survive any trial, survive it and make sure their children never had to suffer what they did.
“We have no bias, no hatred, only a will to make this planet a better place for everyone.”
“As of this moment, the Emperatium Drakonicum announces her sovereignty, that she is now a free and independent nation!”
(OOC: So, errr...What do I do now?)
The man on the stage received a thumbs up from one of the crewman behind the camera. Relieved, he cleared his throat, and began speaking. It is clear that he knows what he is doing, but with an almost child like innocence. He holds the cards, but does not know how to play the game. The insecurity of one who feels his shoes are too big for his meager feet to fill.
“This is the Emperatium Drakonicum, speaking to the world. For the past three hundred years, our region has been crushed under constant turmoil and bloodshed. It is our pleasure to announce that this is true no longer.” His eyes glanced behind him nervously. A harried crewman rushed to a console and furiously tapped several buttons. A projector growled to life, and a static wrought the screen before it. Finally, the image of a double-headed eagle with several smaller symbols below it appeared on the canvas. The presenter smiled uncertainly, and once again faced the camera. The much more technologically savvy members of the audience were suspicious, there were no video artifacts in modern day video technologies. That was, unless it was added for effect. The camera panned softly and focused on the canvas board.
It flashed from one image of crime, suffering, and debauchery to the next.
“Our people can now say that we are now a nation, one that can protect and provide for itself. More and more nations join us, and many of those that value their individualism have become protectorates.”
The images changed, to the building of churches, schools, offices. The people that the slideshow contained were not happy. In fact, it seemed as if they were devoid of expression. All but one. Every one of them seemed to show ingrained determination, an almost fatalistic strength that would allow them survive anything that the world threw at them. Then it started to show more and more pictures of disciplined legions of soldiers, also set with extreme determination.
The message was clear, they were a hard, strong people. They were out to survive any trial, survive it and make sure their children never had to suffer what they did.
“We have no bias, no hatred, only a will to make this planet a better place for everyone.”
“As of this moment, the Emperatium Drakonicum announces her sovereignty, that she is now a free and independent nation!”
(OOC: So, errr...What do I do now?)