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Through Suffering comes Strength, Through Sacrifice comes Victory

Imperial Year 3220
NOTICE: Closure of the Imperial Nicksyllvanian Ministry of Foreign Affairs
As dictated by His Excellency, the Right and Honourable General Field Marshal, Lord Krensky
As approved by His Imperial Majesty, may the Empire be forever.

Due to the unsatisfatory performance of the Nicksyllvanian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, as well as their blatant sympathy to foreign barbarianism. The Emperor and the Supreme Council, in their rightful judgement as has purged the corrupt facility.

The unsanitary task of confronting foreigners will be under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Civil Defence Service, from behind shatterproof glass of course. Unlike the ex-ministry, even an embassy of sorts will be made available for aspiring diplomats, no matter how backwards and uncivilised they are.

As such the Greater New Nicksyllvanian Empire is pleased to announce that we are ready to accomodate foreign relations once more, and possibly even trade excellent and durable Nicksyllvanian goods for your shoddy foreign trinkets! Of course, for us to be that generous, we would need you to shove one your subhuman ambassadors into our lofty embassy building. Perhaps the fresh air of freedom and civilisation will make him more tolerable.

With the greatest of regards one can give to his inferiors
General Field Marshal Lord Krensky, Supreme Commissariat of the Imperial Civil Defence Service Foreign Defence Branch.

APPLICATION FOR A EMBASSY:
Unpronouncible Foreign Name (National Name):
Your Silly Foreign Ideal (Government):
Number of Foreigners to accomodate (Amount of Staff):
Role of each Foreigner (Role of Staff):
Foreign baubles that will be brought along (Items, Weapons and Vehicles):

"Bring in the next bastard, we haven't got all day."

A naked man, in chains, was thrown into the courtroom, a fit, although elderly man with graying hair, bruises and wounds were present all across his body.

The Judge, without sparing a glance simply shuffled through his paperwork.
"Ahem, Traitor Brassensky, you have been convicted of conspiracy against our fatherland, our Emperor, and our peoples, through the distribution of foreign diseases, physical and mental, including but certainly not limited to influenza, communism, seditionism, defeatism, pagaan religions and witchcraft. Being that our Righteous, Holy and pure State has provided sufficient evidence for your misdeeds, your guilt is a bygone conclusion. As such we offer you two choices, aknowledge your guilt and redeem your soul in the eyes of our Emperor, or feign innocence and condemn yourself to a damned existance with your foreign friends!"

The Judge peered at the broken man, knowing full well what the reply would be.
"I plead guilty my Lordship"

"Excellent choice, we can only hope you are sincere the gods will percieve any deception. Former Lord Brassensky, as you have aknowledged your guilt, you will be sentenced to be hanged until dead, your family will remain unharmed, and Imperial inheritance laws will progress normally without any changes. Your estates and property will be split three ways, a third to your Brother in law with the highest military rank, Lord Krensky, a third to your son with the highest military rank, and a third will be partitioned amongst your remaining sons. May the Emperor forgive you."

Guards approached the man to carry him to the execution site, the man held his hand up and picked himself up. Attempting a final display of decorum, he exited the door, striding forth in a dignified walk, the the guards close beside him.