The Chronicle of His Holy Nick

Awaiting

The empire of his holy nick, it remains nothing but shadow of the glory of its former self. The once elaborate and grand, the once prestigious and outstanding, and the once awe inducing and destiny aspiring, has now but turned into the monotonous one, of the uniform one. Not atrocious by any standards, but not grand to any extend. The great war which occurred at 4197, and great disgrace has fallen upon our empire, of us needing to re. How pitiful, how our great empire must endure with such filth, with such lesser creatures, how we, the superior ones, and subjugated under the feeling of those that would rightfully serve as our slaves, as our laborers, or our test subjects. Such is a disgrace to the old regime, to the old world where the hemispheres are united in one, when the world is uniformed. A change must be made, and I shall bring forth the changes that this glorious nation!

And so forth, I have set forth to attain greatness. I have grown accustom to the ways of the army, has studied those great ones who have once lead us, like His holy nick and his 1st battalion, comprised of his finest of troops, of the blasphemous archer, of his first and second armies, of his rebellion and of his battles within once Palace of Versailles, then the halls of the holy nick, now the wastelands, and of Michael, the leader of the 4th battalion. And So, advancement come early. Enlisted I have into the 3rd battalion, and, I was sent to defend our homeland from the unrighteous invaders, who have threatened to pillage and plunder our mainland. But stopped they have at the fair islands of Greenland. To whom I shall answer to, this unworthy army, of whom could not even halt and to exile the army? To those incompetent of those who fail to drive away the invaders? Within my mind, great things that could be accomplished are not, and that I am but left disappointed, disappointed by the state of our empire. And thus, my will is even greater strengthened, my goal placed even more firmly. I myself, shall avenge the injustice of our great and glorious land, by erecting an army that is worthy the trials of a thousand battalion, who may bring forth great glory to our motherland. After my service within Greenland, of me leading armies to valiantly charge at the opposition, of impaling and severing the head out of our enemy, a quite brute thing as even myself would deal, and of the great victories that I have brought forth, I have soon rose through the ranks, and have commanded an army of several hundred by the time our expedition is ended, and the enemy driven away.

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It has been 5 years, 5 years since I have lead my army to greatness, and have attain my nation the fruits of fruition. The once seeping passion which I wield, the revolutionary spirit, of the nationalism that has once flown into my vein, has now been reduced to non. Subsiding upon victory gin, a fine relic of the past, I have contemplated of a great deal of things, with some being great thoughts and aspirations, while others simply being consideration towards what next addiction to fuel oneself be. The great days of battles are now over. Those retried fellows, nye, those blasphemous ones, have seen their empire fallen into despair. Their leader, for whom I would deem to be an ignorant blunt, is killed, and the red wave has swept across baguette land. Now, that place has been converted into a madhouse, of a visual embodiment of pandemonium. The blasphemous archer cowers behind his city of steel, unwilling to make an decisive move. What this world lacks is an player who dares to make an decisive move. To regain its height requires certain sacrifices, and the sacrifice in this case is going to be death and destruction. Yet, what is traded and offered, of the great peace and prosperity, is too great an temptation to turn down. What I require now is simply a chance, a chance to prove that I am worthy of a army millions of strong, worthy to be trusted in order to bring forth another golden era within this nation!