Der Grossmann.

[Shadow.Broker]

It had always been a boring system. Always will be. The asteroids were mined out, the surrounding nebula was hideous, and the planets were cold as hell. What else could one expect from a machine of fascism, oppression, and militarism such as Rheinland? The only comfort of the entire nation was hunting the various groups who whined about human rights. That brought a smile to his lips. It always did. Ignorant little children who could live in splendor if they just ducked their heads down and fell in line like any normal person would.

But alas, the year was 801 A.S. and Rheinland was at the tip of the powerful iceberg it had carved with the sweat and blood of the masses. The majority of Sirius sat below it. Where they should be and will remain. The latest batch of battleships mass-produced from Oder and The Ring were moving into position at the Sigmas. Kusari was on the urge of attacking, and the Gott-Kanzler was not going to allow that to happen, bless his soul.

The peace talks with Bretonia, Liberty, and Kusari had failed; just as he said they would. The Ministry of Truth assured the populace that his words fell upon the ears of the people. Outrage, panic, and fanaticism sprung from them like weeds that had been addicted to speed. It was beautiful to be a part of this fine revolution.

Sadly, he sat here in New Berlin, making sure that the Hessians, Bundschuh, LWB, and Unioners didn't take advantage of this. Rheinland made a ballsy move by force-feeding the economy, military, agriculture, and doing away with the bureaucracy. They pissed off all of these poor bastards big time. As they came out of hiding to make 'precise strikes' at the heart of Rheinland, they were met with the prepared forces of the Military. A thing of beauty.

They fell right into the waiting arms of the Slendermen, never to be seen again by their loved ones.

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