The Chronicle of His Holy Nick

Our Common enemy

Our enemies be numerous, the mid lands which we dwell have a lot of common foes. Within the east we have the army of the blasphemous Archer. Strength in their technology, proud that they stand. Prosper they have and they have within their golden ages. Now, their coffers filled, their barracks filled, their silos occupied, expansion be their goal, and we, the feeble ones, are to be their target. And those who reside within the west, the holy nick. Their people, whose fate remains unknown, has their free mind deprived, their free speech quenched, their free spirit caged. Though they dwell in fail, effective be their regime, and they have but establish a brutal dictatorship, an well effective one, for it can be used to rival all that stand within Afro-Eurasia. Even our people, the once glorious citizens, are our greatest enemy. Those submissive they might appear, obedient they are not, and the spirit of revolution is stirring greatly. Revolutions be frequent, and, though our great iron fist is swift in crushing them, more shall still stir up.

And so, an idea must be formulated. Our greatest enemy, our people, must be resolved. So, what policies must be conducted? Oppression? Such actions shall only add fuel to the fire. Liberation? Such unchained and devilish creatures will tear the empire to shreds, to create even greater disturbance. So, a method is but hatched. And that is to establish an common enemy. To create an common enemy is to shift the hatred from our nations to another. It is the greatest sense of euphoria, the purest form of propaganda. To use their hatred to solve our problem. With that, the people shall be ignorant, they will see the benefits that we shall bring, they shall witness our greatness, and then submissive they shall become. But which one to choose? Which country may face the rath for such oppressed people? That's it, those worshippers of idols who reside within the west. The fallen empire, the blasphemous Nick. Along with those who live in the east, victory shall be easily seized. And thus, a letter is forged. A letter which begged the east to see those nay-sayers. To march into their homeland, and to but liberate them. We have outlined our great plans, of our invasion of Iceland, and the hopping to Greenland. And, our subsequent push within the once Canadian border and into America. The blasphemous archer have looked at our proposal and have rejoice. And thus, the alliance is formed.

And so, we have but advance. Our troops have landed within Iceland with few resistance, and soon, that state has fallen. Upon our advances into Greenland, heavy resistance is but formed. Our cruisers are sank, our carriers are but damaged beyond repair. We are stuck. Our glorious campaign is but grinded to a halt. The blasphemous Archer have sent us a stern reprimand. We are now threated, by both our allies and our enemy. Then, a greater plan have hatched within our mind. To continue onwards with what the Japanese have done, to invade Hawaii and then to advance into the mainland. The blasphemous archer are but beyond joyful, however, such joy eventually turned into wrath when news of the failure of our campaign has but failed has spread. Their air defense is simply too significant, our planes are but shot, and our fleet are but further ravaged. The patience of my ally has but ran dry. Failure and massive casualties we have faced, and glorious victories our opponents have received. He have offered us one more chance, one last opportunity for redemption. And, a bound plan has been hatched. To launch our fleet from the cape of good hope into the arctic tundra. To track and to cruise near such a frozen wasteland, and to eventually seize the Falklands and to eventually advance into south America. It was a grueling journey. Our man frozen. Thousands dead, while millions more are starved and malnourished. Our ships, stuck within the ice. Our fuel, frozen within our tanks. But, success is not unheard of, for we have made great strives, and have seized a significant portion of the island, though some of the forces of our enemies still hang on, refusing to surrender.