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Lankadeepa So if you can show me your latest one that would be nice :)

Lankadeepa wrote:Tang nods and switches on the TV, not surprised to see them all broadcasting news about the outbreak. "It's bad." Quite the understatement, but still true.

They spend sometime watching that till Tang decides to switch to a foreign channel, immediately seeing what other nations, including her own, are up to. "All Lankans, apart from the ones who wish to stay because they're permanent citizens, will be evacuated. You might be able to come with me...even though I know you won't like to leave Ienovo. But if we do leave...I don't know what'll happen to us next. I need to call my dad. He's...someone important."

She takes the phone and dials his number, but to no success. "Dammit. I can't reach him."

It seemed like the news was somewhat old, and assuming her absence was detected, her father would've definitely ordered someone to look for her. But would they even make it before the planes leave. And if she doesn't make it, what would her dad see? A stubborn girl who did something stupid.

"This news isn't even from right not. Who locked up the uni like that? And why?"

Ienovo

The Habsburgian Dietslands wrote:Kaiserin Maria Theresia II nodded, understanding the weight of Lashen's words. "I understand, Lashen," she said softly. "Switzerland must hold too many memories for you now, and I respect your decision not to go. You've already done more than enough by preparing the Maldives as a fallback. It’s a wise move, and in these times, we have to think strategically, but also with our hearts."

She took a moment to compose her thoughts, then continued. "Sending your scientists to Switzerland will be a tremendous help. We’ll make sure they are well integrated with our teams here. The more minds we have working together, the sooner we can develop a solution to this nightmare."

Her tone grew gentler, more personal. "I know how painful it must be for you to stay behind and bear this burden. But you're doing the right thing, not just for your people, but for her memory too. She would want you to lead, to protect, and to continue fighting for the future. And I know you will."

Maria paused before adding, "I will keep you updated on every development from here. We'll get through this, Lashen. Together, even from afar."

"I agree with what you've said." Lashen answered, in a more firm tone. "In our next strategy meeting, which will be in a couple hours, I will let the ministry of health know that we're welcome in Switzerland, and we can send over scientists from tomorrow onwards. And we'll keep you updated on our own developments, and successes."

He continued. "There's one more thing. I will give executive orders to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet to Antwerp, again, to assist in controlling illegal refugees and providing relief. They can help cover the Baltic coast...and they'll be authorized to use any and all force if necessary."

Lankadeepa wrote:Life of the Condemned

It hurt.

Yes, turning into a zombie is a painful process. But that was only part of the pain. Waiting to become one, after being bitten or scratched or anything else? That brought so much more pain.

But all that was nothing compared to the life of the condemned. And now, it was the life she lead. A university student that was lucky and unlucky at the same time.

She had been lucky, if anyone can call it luck, of being identified early on. A sizable bite on her left arm was a good indicator. And they did have the time to bandage it, so she could live with a little less pain before the inevitable.

But there came the unlucky part. The inevitable was taking its sweet time to reach her. For her, awaiting death, this was the thing that hurt the most. Staying alive for days, feeling the infection taking over day by day, knowing what end awaited her. Truly the life of a condemned.

Well, at least, they let her stay in her own dorm room. She had her books, and a working internet connection, to kill time. Of course, all her social media accounts were deleted, and her mobile connections were blocked. For her parents, and friends, she died days ago. There was no need to torture them any further, by giving them something truly dangerous: hope.

Hope was a drug she tried so hard to give up on. But hope was so addictive. Sometimes, laying on her bed at night...or maybe at day, she wondered. One question coming up in her head all the time.

How long has it been, and how much longer do I have?

Technically, that was more than one question. But for her, they both meant the same thing. They both gave her hope; hope that, maybe she had a chance, hope that maybe she was special.

If she ever met Pandora, that poor Greek woman would have to face her wrath, for not releasing that disastrous feeling away from humanity.

They weren't helping her either. They came everyday, giving her food, supplies...sometimes even more books. They even cared enough to change the display of her phone once; when she had thrown it across the room.

Those first couple days had nearly broken her. Now she didn't really care.

Or maybe she did. She might have cared every time they came to see her, stunning her just enough to collect samples of her blood, and tissues from her wound. They really did find her interesting, and that really did give her hope...again. Damn that word. But now, she wondered why she had to go through all this. She wasn't trying to fight the virus, but it wasn't trying its best either. Could a inanimate infection really play with its food, driving her insane with that one word she refused to even think about now?

Maybe she cared about it when she was in bed, with her face buried in her pillow. It wasn't necessary, considering that there wasn't anyone to see her tears, considering that they had the decency to turn the new CCTV camera away from the bed. Not that she cared about that; it wasn't easy to go through those stupid pleasures, brought on by hormones, when she awaited her death.

Did she cry because she really cared; for her life, family and friends? Or was it just a natural reaction? At this point, she couldn't figure that out. Was she someone who yearns for death, or yearns for survival? Was it abit of both?

Sometimes, she did wet her pillow with her tears yearning for the former, waiting for them to come and get over with it. Why did they have to wait? Did they really think there was any...god forbid...hope of her being a miracle? Or were they simply feeling too guilty to kill a human? She had offered to help them even, asking them for the only thing they refused to provide; sleeping pills. Maybe she still had a chance though. The ceiling fan would probably hold her weight, and if she tore off the curtain, or her bed sheet...

Crying into the pillow, she wondered why she couldn't get herself to go through with it. It wasn't as if she really had a chance at survival. So maybe she was actually beging god, or nature, or whatever force in the universe that controlled chance, to grant her just a little more life; just enough for her to meet her family one last time, and take her leave properly.

She wondered what they thought now. Her mother and father, who had not really been close enough to her, but still cared in their own way. Then there was her sister, and her cat. At least one of them would remember her for a little longer.

All the things she could've given for one last call with all of them. To tell them...whatever a girl condemned to death would tell her family. Maybe that she loved them so much, though that would be hardly enough.

They did do their best to comfort her, telling her how it was for the best. Seeing her, or talking to her, would just bring them more pain. Better to come to terms with the truth that their daughter was dead, and get over their grief...maybe while she continued to languish in her cell.

Maybe callling them would be bad. But what about a text message? A very simple one; I love you, and I would do anything to be with you again.

No such luck, or mercy, for her.

When have they ever listened to her, when she shouted at them, threw her phone, and even threatened to kill herself. She was turning grey every day, and she could see that whenever she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

What did she want now, then? Did she want to die, to embrace the grim reaper as a good friend?

Even a couple days ago,a though like that would've sent her on a downward spiral. She was still a twenty year old girl. Nobody wants to die at that age. She definitely didn't want to die at twenty. She seemed to remember crying over it, for around half an hour, just two days ago. But now...

When would that invisible enemy choose to stop playing its game; to come an accept her surrender, that she had given days ago.

Or, how much longer did she have to wait before one of them came back to her room with a gun, tell her it's all going to be fine, and let her rest with a bullet to the head?

No...she didn't want to die. She shouldn't think that. She had to keep fighting. But, what then? Did she want to die? Or does she want to live a little longer, in pain.

Her face had looked very much grey this morning, and her eyes had been bloodshot. Was that a result of her crying again, the night before? Maybe memory loss was a sign of her, hopefully soon, turning into a zombie.

Or maybe...it was time she tried her luck with the fan and the curtain.

My new submission for saddest post is completely ignored :(

Lethiniball wrote:Hello!

Hi! :D

Lankadeepa wrote:"I agree with what you've said." Lashen answered, in a more firm tone. "In our next strategy meeting, which will be in a couple hours, I will let the ministry of health know that we're welcome in Switzerland, and we can send over scientists from tomorrow onwards. And we'll keep you updated on our own developments, and successes."

He continued. "There's one more thing. I will give executive orders to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet to Antwerp, again, to assist in controlling illegal refugees and providing relief. They can help cover the Baltic coast...and they'll be authorized to use any and all force if necessary."

"Thank you, Lashen," Kaiserin Maria Theresia II responded, her tone softening. "Your decision to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet to Antwerp is the right one, and it will be invaluable in controlling the influx of refugees and securing the coast. Having such a strong presence there will help ease the pressure and prevent any dangerous situations from spiraling out of control. We need every hand we can get to manage this crisis."

She paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "I trust your forces will do what is necessary to maintain order, but I also agree that this must be handled with great care. The use of force should always be our last resort, especially with the world watching and tensions already running high. I’ll have my officers coordinate closely with your fleet to ensure our operations are aligned. The safety of our people is paramount, and we cannot afford any mistakes."

In the aftermath of the growing unrest caused by the Diets Belang party, a wave of chaos began to sweep across Dietsland. What started as pamphlets and smear campaigns against the Kaiserin and the imperial family quickly escalated into something far more dangerous. Under the leadership of Ludwig Ilter, a charismatic yet extreme figure, the Diets Belang protests exploded into full-blown riots in major cities. Their message was clear: the royals, the Catholic Church, and the foreign refugees were all part of a grand conspiracy to destroy the Germanic identity and wealth of the nation.

The protests grew larger with each passing day. Thousands of angry citizens, armed with a mixture of frustration and fear, joined the marches in cities like Antwerp, Ghent, and even parts of Brussels. They saw Ludwig Ilter as their savior, a "great leader" who would restore the true Dietsche Reich, a Germanic empire free from foreign influence, Catholic control, and what they believed were "decadent" elites. The situation became uncontrollable when Ilter's followers, in a show of strength, captured several cities, most notably Leuven and Liège, declaring them part of the new "Dietsche Reich."

Ilter himself proclaimed this new state on the steps of a captured government building, surrounded by his most fervent supporters and brown-shirted paramilitary forces. His speech, broadcast on pirated radio frequencies and across social media, called for a return to "pure Germanic Protestant values," denouncing the Habsburg monarchy, the Catholic Church, and the "foreign invaders" flooding the borders from Russia. He promised to rid the nation of all these influences, restore the economy to the hands of the "true people," and build a stronger, more unified Germanic state.

But the Diets Belang movement didn’t stop at mere words. Their forces, armed with military-grade weapons and the support of a growing number of disgruntled citizens, began destroying Catholic churches and symbols, seeing the Church as a tool of foreign control. To them, the Catholic Church was not only a religious institution but a political weapon meant to weaken the Germanic people. Churches were set ablaze, statues of saints were torn down, and priests were beaten and chased out of towns. "We are good Germanic Protestants!" became the rallying cry, echoed through the streets as chaos reigned.

The most shocking moment came when they captured Prince Leopold, a member of the Habsburg family, while he was attempting to flee from Leuven. His capture was a major blow to the royal family, and Ilter made a spectacle of parading the prince through the streets, using him as a symbol of the monarchy’s weakness and the inevitable rise of the Dietsche Reich. The prince was imprisoned in a makeshift jail, with threats of execution looming, unless the monarchy surrendered its power.

In response, the imperial government ordered the army to restore order. But the loyalty of the military was fractured. Many soldiers, particularly those from Germanic regions, sympathized with Diets Belang’s rhetoric and hesitated to follow orders from the imperial command. In some cities, the army refused to engage the protestors, while in others, soldiers openly joined Ilter's forces.

Despite this division, Kaiserin Maria Theresia II knew that the rebellion had to be quashed swiftly, or else the entire empire could fall apart.

Lankadeepa wrote:Life of the Condemned

It hurt.

Yes, turning into a zombie is a painful process. But that was only part of the pain. Waiting to become one, after being bitten or scratched or anything else? That brought so much more pain.

But all that was nothing compared to the life of the condemned. And now, it was the life she lead. A university student that was lucky and unlucky at the same time.

She had been lucky, if anyone can call it luck, of being identified early on. A sizable bite on her left arm was a good indicator. And they did have the time to bandage it, so she could live with a little less pain before the inevitable.

But there came the unlucky part. The inevitable was taking its sweet time to reach her. For her, awaiting death, this was the thing that hurt the most. Staying alive for days, feeling the infection taking over day by day, knowing what end awaited her. Truly the life of a condemned.

Well, at least, they let her stay in her own dorm room. She had her books, and a working internet connection, to kill time. Of course, all her social media accounts were deleted, and her mobile connections were blocked. For her parents, and friends, she died days ago. There was no need to torture them any further, by giving them something truly dangerous: hope.

Hope was a drug she tried so hard to give up on. But hope was so addictive. Sometimes, laying on her bed at night...or maybe at day, she wondered. One question coming up in her head all the time.

How long has it been, and how much longer do I have?

Technically, that was more than one question. But for her, they both meant the same thing. They both gave her hope; hope that, maybe she had a chance, hope that maybe she was special.

If she ever met Pandora, that poor Greek woman would have to face her wrath, for not releasing that disastrous feeling away from humanity.

They weren't helping her either. They came everyday, giving her food, supplies...sometimes even more books. They even cared enough to change the display of her phone once; when she had thrown it across the room.

Those first couple days had nearly broken her. Now she didn't really care.

Or maybe she did. She might have cared every time they came to see her, stunning her just enough to collect samples of her blood, and tissues from her wound. They really did find her interesting, and that really did give her hope...again. Damn that word. But now, she wondered why she had to go through all this. She wasn't trying to fight the virus, but it wasn't trying its best either. Could a inanimate infection really play with its food, driving her insane with that one word she refused to even think about now?

Maybe she cared about it when she was in bed, with her face buried in her pillow. It wasn't necessary, considering that there wasn't anyone to see her tears, considering that they had the decency to turn the new CCTV camera away from the bed. Not that she cared about that; it wasn't easy to go through those stupid pleasures, brought on by hormones, when she awaited her death.

Did she cry because she really cared; for her life, family and friends? Or was it just a natural reaction? At this point, she couldn't figure that out. Was she someone who yearns for death, or yearns for survival? Was it abit of both?

Sometimes, she did wet her pillow with her tears yearning for the former, waiting for them to come and get over with it. Why did they have to wait? Did they really think there was any...god forbid...hope of her being a miracle? Or were they simply feeling too guilty to kill a human? She had offered to help them even, asking them for the only thing they refused to provide; sleeping pills. Maybe she still had a chance though. The ceiling fan would probably hold her weight, and if she tore off the curtain, or her bed sheet...

Crying into the pillow, she wondered why she couldn't get herself to go through with it. It wasn't as if she really had a chance at survival. So maybe she was actually beging god, or nature, or whatever force in the universe that controlled chance, to grant her just a little more life; just enough for her to meet her family one last time, and take her leave properly.

She wondered what they thought now. Her mother and father, who had not really been close enough to her, but still cared in their own way. Then there was her sister, and her cat. At least one of them would remember her for a little longer.

All the things she could've given for one last call with all of them. To tell them...whatever a girl condemned to death would tell her family. Maybe that she loved them so much, though that would be hardly enough.

They did do their best to comfort her, telling her how it was for the best. Seeing her, or talking to her, would just bring them more pain. Better to come to terms with the truth that their daughter was dead, and get over their grief...maybe while she continued to languish in her cell.

Maybe callling them would be bad. But what about a text message? A very simple one; I love you, and I would do anything to be with you again.

No such luck, or mercy, for her.

When have they ever listened to her, when she shouted at them, threw her phone, and even threatened to kill herself. She was turning grey every day, and she could see that whenever she stood in front of the bathroom mirror.

What did she want now, then? Did she want to die, to embrace the grim reaper as a good friend?

Even a couple days ago,a though like that would've sent her on a downward spiral. She was still a twenty year old girl. Nobody wants to die at that age. She definitely didn't want to die at twenty. She seemed to remember crying over it, for around half an hour, just two days ago. But now...

When would that invisible enemy choose to stop playing its game; to come an accept her surrender, that she had given days ago.

Or, how much longer did she have to wait before one of them came back to her room with a gun, tell her it's all going to be fine, and let her rest with a bullet to the head?

No...she didn't want to die. She shouldn't think that. She had to keep fighting. But, what then? Did she want to die? Or does she want to live a little longer, in pain.

Her face had looked very much grey this morning, and her eyes had been bloodshot. Was that a result of her crying again, the night before? Maybe memory loss was a sign of her, hopefully soon, turning into a zombie.

Or maybe...it was time she tried her luck with the fan and the curtain.

Very well written

The Habsburgian Dietslands wrote:"Thank you, Lashen," Kaiserin Maria Theresia II responded, her tone softening. "Your decision to deploy the Mediterranean Fleet to Antwerp is the right one, and it will be invaluable in controlling the influx of refugees and securing the coast. Having such a strong presence there will help ease the pressure and prevent any dangerous situations from spiraling out of control. We need every hand we can get to manage this crisis."

She paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "I trust your forces will do what is necessary to maintain order, but I also agree that this must be handled with great care. The use of force should always be our last resort, especially with the world watching and tensions already running high. I’ll have my officers coordinate closely with your fleet to ensure our operations are aligned. The safety of our people is paramount, and we cannot afford any mistakes."

"They will only use force if ordered by the local military they coordinate with, but that goes without saying." Lashen replied.

Lankadeepa wrote:"They will only use force if ordered by the local military they coordinate with, but that goes without saying." Lashen replied.

"Understood, Lashen. We will ensure proper coordination with local command. Let's move forward swiftly and decisively."

With that, she ended the call, ready to face the challenges ahead.

Lankadeepa wrote:Ienovo

Thank you friend, will respond shortly

Lankadeepa wrote:Tang nods and switches on the TV, not surprised to see them all broadcasting news about the outbreak. "It's bad." Quite the understatement, but still true.

They spend sometime watching that till Tang decides to switch to a foreign channel, immediately seeing what other nations, including her own, are up to. "All Lankans, apart from the ones who wish to stay because they're permanent citizens, will be evacuated. You might be able to come with me...even though I know you won't like to leave Ienovo. But if we do leave...I don't know what'll happen to us next. I need to call my dad. He's...someone important."

She takes the phone and dials his number, but to no success. "Dammit. I can't reach him."

It seemed like the news was somewhat old, and assuming her absence was detected, her father would've definitely ordered someone to look for her. But would they even make it before the planes leave. And if she doesn't make it, what would her dad see? A stubborn girl who did something stupid.

"This news isn't even from right not. Who locked up the uni like that? And why?"

Asuka was hoping that Tang would get answers, but she hasn't. As they were in the new plex, locked from any potential threat, they look from the window the hundreds of zombies roaming the streets, hoping to catch any preys to turn them into their new pals... Asuka wished to open the window, but Tang shut the curtains.

"We can't be seen, we don't want them to arrive here'. Asuka nods her friend suggestion. To her advantage, her phone starts to ring! It's Satoru. She talked for about 20 minutes and was able to get some information. She hangs up, but she is not as stressed as she was before, she is feeling more courageous.

"Okay. So basically... Tang... My father tried to heal is mental problems with a type of injection that kills cells in the brain, so sorta like a labotomy, but with cells instead of removing the brain parts. This failed and it got much more than just brain cells to die and those cells were turning into this zombie virus we are having. One of the PM's scientist, which is a he said he said thing, because the original scientist who knew all this died by failing to jump to another building."

She lowers her head and is silejt for 2 seconds, as a sign of respect of the poor mans life that got lost.

"He said there is a cure, or atleast a possible cure, as the zombies are considered dead, but not fully as there are some cells that are alive in the brain, we would need to transform those cells from dead state to an alive one... Although... I don't think you can revive cells..."

She thinks. "However, the best solution some are saying, is to get a vaccine to make sure our cells do not get a chance to convert to that, so those infected are too late to be rescued and us can be saved! Watever comes first as a discovery we will go with it!"

The princess talked so much, she hopes Tang understood atleast half of what she was saying.

"Oh and for the University, it seems they called them to lock the doors to protect us from these evil *"&÷&"&#. They were planning to come save us, but they are with the Russians rn, heading to Hiroshima"

Ienovo wrote:Asuka was hoping that Tang would get answers, but she hasn't. As they were in the new plex, locked from any potential threat, they look from the window the hundreds of zombies roaming the streets, hoping to catch any preys to turn them into their new pals... Asuka wished to open the window, but Tang shut the curtains.

"We can't be seen, we don't want them to arrive here'. Asuka nods her friend suggestion. To her advantage, her phone starts to ring! It's Satoru. She talked for about 20 minutes and was able to get some information. She hangs up, but she is not as stressed as she was before, she is feeling more courageous.

"Okay. So basically... Tang... My father tried to heal is mental problems with a type of injection that kills cells in the brain, so sorta like a labotomy, but with cells instead of removing the brain parts. This failed and it got much more than just brain cells to die and those cells were turning into this zombie virus we are having. One of the PM's scientist, which is a he said he said thing, because the original scientist who knew all this died by failing to jump to another building."

She lowers her head and is silejt for 2 seconds, as a sign of respect of the poor mans life that got lost.

"He said there is a cure, or atleast a possible cure, as the zombies are considered dead, but not fully as there are some cells that are alive in the brain, we would need to transform those cells from dead state to an alive one... Although... I don't think you can revive cells..."

She thinks. "However, the best solution some are saying, is to get a vaccine to make sure our cells do not get a chance to convert to that, so those infected are too late to be rescued and us can be saved! Watever comes first as a discovery we will go with it!"

The princess talked so much, she hopes Tang understood atleast half of what she was saying.

"Oh and for the University, it seems they called them to lock the doors to protect us from these evil *"&÷&"&#. They were planning to come save us, but they are with the Russians rn, heading to Hiroshima"

Oh, sorry but I did kinda nuke a few of your cities

No hard feelings tho

The Habsburgian Dietslands wrote:
Kaiserin Maria Theresia II nodded at King Alexander’s suggestion, understanding the urgency of the situation. “You’re right. We need to calm the public as soon as possible. I'll have my footmen set everything up immediately. We cannot afford to waste any more time.”

She gestured to her attendants, who swiftly began setting up the necessary equipment. Cameras were placed, the royal standards of both Dietsland and France positioned side by side, and the makeshift podium arranged to face the world. The Kaiserin herself adjusted her posture, feeling the weight of the moment, knowing millions were anxiously awaiting her words.

Once everything was ready, she took a deep breath and stepped forward, her expression calm yet determined as she faced the camera. The red light blinked, signaling that the live broadcast had begun.

“Citizens of Dietsland, citizens of France, and to the world watching,” she began, her voice steady but resonating with authority. “These are uncertain and troubling times, and I know the fear many of you feel. The virus sweeping across Europe and beyond has taken lives and shattered the security we once knew. But I stand here before you today to remind you that we will not face this crisis with fear but with strength and unity.”

She paused, her gaze steady. “In coordination with our allies, we are taking immediate and decisive action to contain the spread of this virus and protect our people. Quarantine zones are being established, medical teams are working tirelessly, and we are mobilizing our resources to develop a cure. You are not alone in this fight. Together, we will overcome this challenge.”

She took a step back from the podium, her eyes meeting King Alexander’s as she gave him a brief nod. “Now, I invite King Alexander to share his message.”

She stepped aside, allowing the King to address the world.

He noded

The King listed to her quietly nodding to show that his understands and agrees.

He steps forward with a determined look in his eyes. He started to speak in a determined, calm yet sympathetic voice. "My fellow citizens of France and Dietsland. As I stand before you today a brutal virus has spread across the globe killing and turning people into flesh eating zombies. But in this time it is important to note that we have to stand together unified or we will not get through this terrible virus. As a spokesperson from the Palace stated earlier the King has left to work with the government of Dietsland to protect both France and Dietsland and today me and the Kaiserin is standing in Switzerland taking strategic decisions to protect France and Dietsland. We already made swift decisions concerning the border and refugees and considering the Channel Tunnel which was blown up to stop the spread of this disease into out land." He took a deep breath and it was as if anger took over. He started to talk in a calm yet serious and stern voice. "My fellow Frenchman as I stand here I have a sens of betrayal and hurt. The protest and attack of the Palace of Versailles is a disgrace to France, our kingdom, our beliefs and our great French flag. The Palace has been vandilazed, destroyed and took over by protesters. Four of the Royal Kings Guards has been hurt and is currently hospitalized and my family was rushed to safety in the fear of their lives. It was as if a new variant of the Zombie virus took over in France and as I stand here today I'm simply giving a warning. " He looked straight intot he camera and talked without emotion "You the Protesters are waisting our resources that we could have used to protect our state and the state of Dietsland but rather then giving a damn about that you stormed and destroyed our cities and buildings because you have no trust in your leader and to those currently occupying the Palace of Versailles you have 5 hours to leave the premises or the National Guard will go in guns blazing. We will not waiste our resources and time with protesters but rather by protecting the millions of innocent civilians and our great state. I thank you and may God bless Dietsland and France and may those filled with stupidity, disgrace and destruction may they wake up and start helping to safe our state."
With that the King stepped backwards.

Franchetti wrote:He noded

The King listed to her quietly nodding to show that his understands and agrees.

He steps forward with a determined look in his eyes. He started to speak in a determined, calm yet sympathetic voice. "My fellow citizens of France and Dietsland. As I stand before you today a brutal virus has spread across the globe killing and turning people into flesh eating zombies. But in this time it is important to note that we have to stand together unified or we will not get through this terrible virus. As a spokesperson from the Palace stated earlier the King has left to work with the government of Dietsland to protect both France and Dietsland and today me and the Kaiserin is standing in Switzerland taking strategic decisions to protect France and Dietsland. We already made swift decisions concerning the border and refugees and considering the Channel Tunnel which was blown up to stop the spread of this disease into out land." He took a deep breath and it was as if anger took over. He started to talk in a calm yet serious and stern voice. "My fellow Frenchman as I stand here I have a sens of betrayal and hurt. The protest and attack of the Palace of Versailles is a disgrace to France, our kingdom, our beliefs and our great French flag. The Palace has been vandilazed, destroyed and took over by protesters. Four of the Royal Kings Guards has been hurt and is currently hospitalized and my family was rushed to safety in the fear of their lives. It was as if a new variant of the Zombie virus took over in France and as I stand here today I'm simply giving a warning. " He looked straight intot he camera and talked without emotion "You the Protesters are waisting our resources that we could have used to protect our state and the state of Dietsland but rather then giving a damn about that you stormed and destroyed our cities and buildings because you have no trust in your leader and to those currently occupying the Palace of Versailles you have 5 hours to leave the premises or the National Guard will go in guns blazing. We will not waiste our resources and time with protesters but rather by protecting the millions of innocent civilians and our great state. I thank you and may God bless Dietsland and France and may those filled with stupidity, disgrace and destruction may they wake up and start helping to safe our state."
With that the King stepped backwards.

i LOVE killing protesters 🥰🥰🤗

The Habsburgian Dietslands wrote:In the aftermath of the growing unrest caused by the Diets Belang party, a wave of chaos began to sweep across Dietsland. What started as pamphlets and smear campaigns against the Kaiserin and the imperial family quickly escalated into something far more dangerous. Under the leadership of Ludwig Ilter, a charismatic yet extreme figure, the Diets Belang protests exploded into full-blown riots in major cities. Their message was clear: the royals, the Catholic Church, and the foreign refugees were all part of a grand conspiracy to destroy the Germanic identity and wealth of the nation.

The protests grew larger with each passing day. Thousands of angry citizens, armed with a mixture of frustration and fear, joined the marches in cities like Antwerp, Ghent, and even parts of Brussels. They saw Ludwig Ilter as their savior, a "great leader" who would restore the true Dietsche Reich, a Germanic empire free from foreign influence, Catholic control, and what they believed were "decadent" elites. The situation became uncontrollable when Ilter's followers, in a show of strength, captured several cities, most notably Leuven and Liège, declaring them part of the new "Dietsche Reich."

Ilter himself proclaimed this new state on the steps of a captured government building, surrounded by his most fervent supporters and brown-shirted paramilitary forces. His speech, broadcast on pirated radio frequencies and across social media, called for a return to "pure Germanic Protestant values," denouncing the Habsburg monarchy, the Catholic Church, and the "foreign invaders" flooding the borders from Russia. He promised to rid the nation of all these influences, restore the economy to the hands of the "true people," and build a stronger, more unified Germanic state.

But the Diets Belang movement didn’t stop at mere words. Their forces, armed with military-grade weapons and the support of a growing number of disgruntled citizens, began destroying Catholic churches and symbols, seeing the Church as a tool of foreign control. To them, the Catholic Church was not only a religious institution but a political weapon meant to weaken the Germanic people. Churches were set ablaze, statues of saints were torn down, and priests were beaten and chased out of towns. "We are good Germanic Protestants!" became the rallying cry, echoed through the streets as chaos reigned.

The most shocking moment came when they captured Prince Leopold, a member of the Habsburg family, while he was attempting to flee from Leuven. His capture was a major blow to the royal family, and Ilter made a spectacle of parading the prince through the streets, using him as a symbol of the monarchy’s weakness and the inevitable rise of the Dietsche Reich. The prince was imprisoned in a makeshift jail, with threats of execution looming, unless the monarchy surrendered its power.

In response, the imperial government ordered the army to restore order. But the loyalty of the military was fractured. Many soldiers, particularly those from Germanic regions, sympathized with Diets Belang’s rhetoric and hesitated to follow orders from the imperial command. In some cities, the army refused to engage the protestors, while in others, soldiers openly joined Ilter's forces.

Despite this division, Kaiserin Maria Theresia II knew that the rebellion had to be quashed swiftly, or else the entire empire could fall apart.

Palace of Versailles

To: The Leadership of the Diets Belang party

From: King Alexander II of France

Dear esteemed leaders.

As the King of France and as a fellow human being with fear and the fear of this virus I do have to condemned you for the corrupt, radical, unethical and disgraceful messages that you have spread across Dietsland. I do wish to call you out and I will do so . You are just spreading this propaganda to cause havoc and to gain power in a time of uncertainty and fear.

You are truly a discrace to the Habsburgian Dietslands and to humanity as a whole. As a friend of the Kaiserin I know that she is doing her atmost best to protect Dietsland and France from the demonic disease but unfortunately a demonic party saw a opportunity to take over power from the Royal Family and because they have no conscious or human sense they disided to take the chance because they would not feel bad to manipulate and use the millions of scared citizens for their own good.

I'm simply warning you to back the hell off and start saving your country or I will send in the DIRECTORATE-GENERAL FOR EXTERNAL SECURITY to take you the hell out and do not underestimate them because they seem weak but that's only for security purposes. They are in actuality as good as the CIA so be warned.

Sincerely
King Alexander II
King of the Kingdom of France

Landbang Rkipo Islands wrote:
i LOVE killing protesters 🥰🥰🤗

🤣 Lmao

Landbang Rkipo Islands wrote:Oh, sorry but I did kinda nuke a few of your cities

No hard feelings tho

You're banned

Ienovo wrote:You're banned

Noooo!!!

The Habsburgian Dietslands wrote:In the aftermath of the growing unrest caused by the Diets Belang party, a wave of chaos began to sweep across Dietsland. What started as pamphlets and smear campaigns against the Kaiserin and the imperial family quickly escalated into something far more dangerous. Under the leadership of Ludwig Ilter, a charismatic yet extreme figure, the Diets Belang protests exploded into full-blown riots in major cities. Their message was clear: the royals, the Catholic Church, and the foreign refugees were all part of a grand conspiracy to destroy the Germanic identity and wealth of the nation.

The protests grew larger with each passing day. Thousands of angry citizens, armed with a mixture of frustration and fear, joined the marches in cities like Antwerp, Ghent, and even parts of Brussels. They saw Ludwig Ilter as their savior, a "great leader" who would restore the true Dietsche Reich, a Germanic empire free from foreign influence, Catholic control, and what they believed were "decadent" elites. The situation became uncontrollable when Ilter's followers, in a show of strength, captured several cities, most notably Leuven and Liège, declaring them part of the new "Dietsche Reich."

Ilter himself proclaimed this new state on the steps of a captured government building, surrounded by his most fervent supporters and brown-shirted paramilitary forces. His speech, broadcast on pirated radio frequencies and across social media, called for a return to "pure Germanic Protestant values," denouncing the Habsburg monarchy, the Catholic Church, and the "foreign invaders" flooding the borders from Russia. He promised to rid the nation of all these influences, restore the economy to the hands of the "true people," and build a stronger, more unified Germanic state.

But the Diets Belang movement didn’t stop at mere words. Their forces, armed with military-grade weapons and the support of a growing number of disgruntled citizens, began destroying Catholic churches and symbols, seeing the Church as a tool of foreign control. To them, the Catholic Church was not only a religious institution but a political weapon meant to weaken the Germanic people. Churches were set ablaze, statues of saints were torn down, and priests were beaten and chased out of towns. "We are good Germanic Protestants!" became the rallying cry, echoed through the streets as chaos reigned.

The most shocking moment came when they captured Prince Leopold, a member of the Habsburg family, while he was attempting to flee from Leuven. His capture was a major blow to the royal family, and Ilter made a spectacle of parading the prince through the streets, using him as a symbol of the monarchy’s weakness and the inevitable rise of the Dietsche Reich. The prince was imprisoned in a makeshift jail, with threats of execution looming, unless the monarchy surrendered its power.

In response, the imperial government ordered the army to restore order. But the loyalty of the military was fractured. Many soldiers, particularly those from Germanic regions, sympathized with Diets Belang’s rhetoric and hesitated to follow orders from the imperial command. In some cities, the army refused to engage the protestors, while in others, soldiers openly joined Ilter's forces.

Despite this division, Kaiserin Maria Theresia II knew that the rebellion had to be quashed swiftly, or else the entire empire could fall apart.

uhhh u never responded

New European Federation wrote: Office of the Department of Foreign Affairs | Riot Officers

The Department of Foreign Affairs requests permission to sent 500 Riot Police officers of the NEF to the cities affected to push back the rebellion. Rebels will fall under the power of the falcon. The possibility of rebellion grows, and the NEF wishes for something that could ruin their ally, and then spread to the NEF as well must be extinguished.

Landbang Rkipo Islands wrote:Noooo!!!

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Criaia wrote:Ienovo Ur welcome

Thank you Criaia for this wonderful art that I am displaying as my new flag

Criaia wrote:Ienovo Ur welcome

No, he is Gabriel! Thank me later ☺️😌

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