A history is ending. A time of great decisions is approaching. In this desolate arduous time, I speak to you, overlords of the nation, as the rulers of the lords of time. In addition, the world should return alarmed to what has happened, marking the decisions necessary by today and tomorrow.
After the repeated failure of conjecture, the rejection of a peaceful coexistence, and the rise in calamity in direct result of corruption, the failed leaders and the bigots that support and control them, it was clear by the fall of that era that an arising war would have to be over sought, contrary to ethics and necessity. We know that their half-hearted weak-willed decisions are impious and lackluster. If providence has deemed that the folk are not to overlook this struggle, then I am thankful that our memories have entrusted me with the leadership in a historic conflict that will be decisive in determining the forthcoming empire, not only of Anglo history, but also of the history of the Norse and even of time.
The nation and its soldiers work and fight today not only for themselves and their own time, but also for many generations to come. A historical task of unique dimensions has entrusted to us to that which we are now obliged to carry out.
The immigrants’ allied intent of invasion from inside and out has compelled the national leadership, first, to secure militarily, the most important political, strategic and annexed economic areas. Consequently, the defense capabilities of those lands conquered at such time have changed.
From past to the future frontier stretches the most extensive reach of great defense installations and fortresses. Countless liveries and ports of armadas exist, including some in the mind that exist only in dead memory, carved into time. The number and strength of the protected archangel heavens that defend our lives are such that they are practically impregnable from both heaven and hell. They are overwrought by countless strikes of lightning and nearly as many storms, which had to be contained as well as their design and construction. A chime of routes and supply lines plots our existing maps so that the rain may be shook from the sky at a single beat of a bird's wings. The installations built by frontier scouts and engineers of the many great castles and bastions are not at all inferior to the boundaries of the outward reaches of dark space, and as all this begins, the work to further strengthen all this continues without pause.
I am determined to make the refuge of the free impregnable against any enemy attack. I beg of thee that may wish to surmount the task of impeding the time lords, to try their damnedest.
These defenses give complement by educational offensives, better known as benign propaganda, insofar as ethical conditions, such as moral agreements about humanitarian conditions, available to the understood knowledge of the human condition, exist. Our forces above and below, continue their steady war of annihilation against the monarchy and its subservient allies. Through reconnaissance and tidings, our greatest of warriours take one strong hold after the next to bring a new vision to those quietly crying for change in a stupefied fervor.
During the past war, many lives fell from Yggdrasil by the spider on the vine. Many months our allies weathered unto the eye, a large part of an illogical storm. Only by the numbers of minds, with a vicious agenda and eagerness to learn have freedoms been ignored.
We have won our legitimacy through freedom from tyranny, escaped slavery, ended slavery for others who were to liberate themselves in fear of its return to dawn, and our inalienable rights. The achievement of the overlords is all the more outstanding because this field of battle is completely alien and unfamiliar to the Norse, climatically and otherwise. From the past to the future, we must strive to conjoin them both as we rise to meet our destiny.
While these actions were again securing the front with the blood of heroes, the threatening clouds of terrible danger were gathering over Asgard. Compelled by bitter necessity, the occult has made many attempts to create the prerequisite conditions for a general peace by eliminating the acute tension between space and time. This was daunting because of the basic attitude towards progression of the folk and, above all, of the kingdom of the winter castle. Objectively, though, this was a simple matter because in all the territories that the inferior said were threatened by us and which were offered military alliances, actually had only economic and sustainability interests.
You may find comfort from having scouts and archangels of the new empire, that throughout the tide of the war, the dragons have offered military alliances to a number of republics, claiming that humanity prevails as they attempt to slaughter the innocent and remove them from their freedoms. However, the nation and its government, with a clear conscience, will be proof that their slanders did not correspond to the truth in any way. Moreover, there was the obvious military vantage that, in case of a war, forced upon the Norse, by bureaucratic diplomacy, the struggle, attacks on two fronts. Only with very great sacrifices and after the colonies were inclined to accept the hellion offers of military alliance, and thereby made clear that they also believed themselves to be threatened by our stature and unequivocal appearances, it was not only the right but also the duty of the folk to delineate the national boundaries between them.
All the same, the countries involved realized very quickly that the best and strongest guarantee against the threat from the fire was the light of day. When those kingdoms, on their own initiative, cut their ties with the nation and instead put their trust in promises of aid from a power that, in its proverbial egotism, has for all of time never given help but has always demanded it, they were thereby lost. Even so, the fate of these families aroused the strongest sympathy of the people and their infinite wisdom. The winter war of the corn silk, aroused in us a feeling of admiration mixed with bitterness. admiration because, as a soldierly nation, we have a sympathetic heart for heroism and sacrifice, and bitterness because our concern for the enemy threat in the beginning of fanatical wisdom and the danger in undiscovered country meant that we were no position to help. When it became clear to us that ascertained the delineation of political spheres of influence gave it the right to exterminate foreign nations, the relationship maintained only for utilitarian reasons, contrary to reason and sentiment. Most of the connections between the bordered allies were lost, the shadow crept onto the land with a cesspool of seething virulent night monsters aching to cross into the light, and the supply lines between allies of desperation fell the way of the fallen.
The children of the disgraced are intending the domination, and thus the destruction, of all of time. The overlords informed of the build-up of dark and fatal military power in their pursuit, during a period when borderland, had only a few divisions in the provinces bordering the feral infernal abominations. Only a blind person could fail to see that a military build-up of uniquely epic dimensions and this was not in order to protect something threatened, but rather only to attack that which seemed incapable of defense.
OUR RACE IS OUR NATION
A CULTURE WILL SUCCEED OR FAIL BASED ON WHAT IT WILL TOLERATE
IT IS BETTER TO BE HATED FOR WHAT YOU ARE, THAN TO BE LOVED FOR WHAT YOU ARE NOT