The Knight Templars
05-05-2008, 19:51
Grand Master Knox stood silently in the middle of a room frenzied with activity. He had been preparing for this moment for years. Waving off dozens of attendants, Knox strolled to the marble-top desk that had been prepared for him, cameras following him. He sat down, adjusted his ceremonial uniform, and waited for the cue.
3, 2, 1 . . Go!
Brothers, Sisters, and Friends, greetings to you and peace in our Lord Jesus Christ. My name is FitzWilliam Knox, and I speak to you today as the Grand Master of the Poor Fellow Soldiers of Jesus Christ and the Temple of Solomon. As of 4 minutes ago, I speak to you as the Sovereign of Israel, Jerusalem, Northwest Brazil, Krasnodar and Adygea. Templar sleeper cells have arisen to take control of your local government and social institutions. But do not be afraid.
We have arisen.
We have arisen from the ashes, not to take power, but to give it back to the Church and her people. We have arisen, not to threaten liberty but to insure justice. We have arisen, not to harm but to protect.
Martial Law is hereby declared in each of the formerly mentioned territory, for your safety. I leave you now to contact local officials for better government, and other world leaders in the hopes of maintaining our new nation's peace and sovereignty. Go in peace, brothers and sisters. We are here for you.
The cameras blinked off, and Knox smiled. He was ready