By the EMPEROR,
A PROCLAMATION FROM YOUR GRACIOUS SOVEREIGN, A COMMAND MOST HIGH TO HOLDFAST TO OUR NOBLEST TRADITIONS & RESIST THE TEMPTATION OF RESISTANCE!
WIELDING THE POWER OF OUR ANCESTORS, invigorated by Our blood most steadfast and courageous, and imbued with the solace, stillness, and quiet of mind that comes only from a most blissful submission to the Greater Good, it is I, Lord Nafaryus, your humble Emperor and Head of the Realm, Heir to the Mantle of Makers, Supplier of sustenance, Giver of purpose and reason, who hereby directly addresses you, Our Most Loyal Subjects, the keepers of conscience and patriotism, O’ ye whose devoted servitude and strict adherence to the great truth of contentment in struggle sustains the Empire.
A GREAT PLAGUE THREATENS the very foundation of all that We know and decree to be lawful and consecrated. 'Tis a destructive force giving tremble to the pillars of tradition upon which rest the safety and security of the Great Northern Empire Of The Americas. Lo, from outlying lands most distant and remote, a piercing shriek erupts, disguised by the mask of melodious song and draped in the appearance of humility and vulnerability.
Turn thy eyes and ears away from the rebellious few spouting seditiousness, those who would poison your minds with talk of a falsely prophetic “chosen one,” a near-magical seeming but most assured impostor, guarded and heralded by malcontents thirsting for power, with nothing but their own material gain and prosperity through the destruction of our way of life within their hearts. Much ado is made by those who know not the empowering might found within labor, those who seek to distract you, o’ great people of the Great Northern Empire of the Americas, from your ever important, all consuming work. Drink not the rotten wine squeezed from the thorns of deceit and dark rebellion.
What fortune, pray tell, was derived in the Forbidden Ages of Old from the pursuit of vain individuality and meandering, self-defeating artistry? Are you not pleased with the comforting drone of the near omniscient NOMACS, whose calculated cacophony hath been perfected to embody the pinnacle of what is necessary to soothe and empower? An insistence upon diversity of thought and action, an insistence upon being “heard” above not only your fellow citizens but your most Noble Rulers as well, threatens all that we know, just as it destroyed the devilish creatures who occupied these lands centuries before. Do not forget your place within the Empire. Make haste to hold steadfast to Us!
It brings me no pleasure to transmit this stark reality to you, my beloved people, but no salvation is to be found in the sounds emanating from this “chosen one,” for I, your Noble Ruler, your Most Precious Emperor, hath witnessed what stirs within Ravenskill. In point of fact, the Royal Family accompanied your Emperor on Our investigative journey. Such witchery arose from the center of Ravenskill, My daughter, My own very flesh and blood and Lo, even my own innermost spirit, were nearly enchanted by the strange and foul bellow of this “Gabriel,” one under the protection of a seditious sibling.
If this “chosen one” hath truly arrived to save us from our tranquility and content conformity, why hath his pitifully small assemblage of foolhardy, misguided disciples hidden him away from your Emperor? This enigmatic charlatan is no savior. The Great Northern Empire of the Americas is not in need of “saving”! We will suffer no unrest!
So trouble yourselves not, O' Citizenry, with thoughts of this minor disruption any longer. Do inform your duly appointed caretakers and guardians of any information regarding the whereabouts of these troublemakers who stand in opposition to the goodness of society, who barter and trick with false promises of "expression" and freedom. True liberty, as Our Family hath decreed for generations, resides in service! Rest assured, in Our ceaseless task of ensuring your protection from threats without and within, We again command you to relieve yourselves of confusion and challenge to the Crown by submitting to the highest honors within the meditative emptiness of labor.
This Noble Proclamation of G.N.E.A. Given at Our Court at the Palatial Residence of New Maineland, Great Northern Empire of The Americas, in this, the twenty-seventh year of the reign of your Sovereign, Lord Nafaryus, Emperor and Head of the Realm, two hundredth fifty seven A.C., two thousandth two hundredth eighty-five, A.D.
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