I am really sorry,but I don’t know,of who you speaking.
"I agree with my colleagues.‘‘
-President Niklas Kokkonen
President of Libertandonien
They reminded me of Nine Inch Nails
Has he blocked you?
Men's of Martantaka! Arise! Arise for the industrial revolution against the foreign company that have colonized our country in secrecy, they raised the price of their valueble resources even rice to an shocking price of 80 Deutch per kilo and lower the price of our high quality fresh farm stocks and metal works, arise to kick out every foreign companies from further destroying our country and economy, say, shout and scream my men's, fight for Martantaka!
workers around Martantaka strikes against foreign controlled factories, and the government secretly supports the action, some foreign delegates have urged the local police to disperse the situation, but even the police supports them by simply saying "they needed rest"
yeah, pretty much and like i said before if they have a problem with it they can mute them them-self
Grief surrounded Mairjeanette. Coronations were only supposed to take place when their incumbents had died. It felt as if people had considered her father already dead, however he was very much alive—she supposed. He was attached to machines allowing his vital functions to be administered automatically, the respiratory infection had compromised his lungs, and put him into a coma. Mair's father instructed that he never be pulled off these services in any instance—she couldn't tell if that was due to his ambition or his strength. Mairjeanette was surrounded by her gentlewomen and her mother, Tythesse—who was even more overwrought than she. They sat in a peony-laden caravan, pulled by many greenbacks-worth of gold plated red elephants. They were cached by a curtain, but Mairjeanette could hear the cheers outside.
The Privy Council recommended that the coronation take place as soon as possible, and thus she was. On the ninth day of the ninth year of 73,843, she became queen. First, Mair was taken up by higher monks onto an altar in the Obelisk that she once scaled with Pöter and Vertu. The Balconspierre felt so familiar. She was immersed in the drip-pond that Tal Ciel bathed in. She then recited several dharmatic sayings of Ciel. Finally, she went upon her knees—raised her hands—and spoke the declaration of Toussain-Ciel, the first God-King. When she arose, "I am your God-Queen. I take the 999th throne of Ciel. I can regard and realize the Gods, and I take sage opinion from Thaurbain, in that I will preserve Thaurbain for another 73,843 years."
It felt staged, and she couldn't realize or regard any Gods—she was a confused and grieving sixteen-year-old. It was enough to convince the audience in the Obelisk though. They cheered and cried and praised Thaurbain. She walked down, back to her caravan as the crowd moved out of her way in order to supplicate to her. She held back the tears she desperately wished to let go. Before she could approach the car, Pöter stood in her way. She looked upon him, and he looked nervously upon her. Was he about to make a scene? Pöter didn't move for a moment, but eventually he did. He supplicated like everyone else. Before passing him, she stopped and removed several coin from her purse and handed it to Pöter.
"And as Queen, my first order is to destroy the poverty in this nation!" She exclaimed.
The crowd erupted once again in praise. Pöter felt miserable, he had been used for a PR stunt and felt like putting Mair in her place. Of course if he was to touch the God-Queen he would be jailed, killed, and his body thrown into the abysses of Kakelos. But upon examining the coin, Pöter remarked something—a small paper was attached to one forgé.
Her phone number? Pöter began to chuckle as Mairjeanette entered her caravan once again. She turned and gave a brief smile in Pöter's direction. Pöter felt the sadness orbiting around that smile, and he understood why she had been missing for so long. Still, Pöter didn't know if it was love or greed that inspired him to follow Mairjeanette.