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by The Xylonian Union » Thu Aug 29, 2013 1:15 am
Kors Belin had ridden on winding mountain roads from the chilly south farther north to the Xylonian peninsula with his classmates to see Victory Day. Kors' shoulders relaxed as they arrived at Suyin, the capital of Xylonia. The kids had constantly jostled and mocked him for being an invader, for being foreign scum at every rest stop, every bathroom break, and whenever he was about to think he was safe.
For all he knew, they might have invaded his country. There were faint recollections of what he used to call boltless lighting which released large black clouds in the distance, a new gun in his house, and then on one bright blue June, two men in red came to take him away.
They knocked on his door, which he answered. Seeing him, the men grabbed him and began to drag him out screaming. The screams drew out his parents, and his mother ran out to pull him back. He remembered that his mother had almost succeeded in prying him out as he kicked dust to try and get away.
A soldier pulled off her burqa to humiliate her and she screamed, covering her hair with her hands. He remembered that careworn face, the blazing orange eyes clouded by tears. His father came swiftly to take her back into the house as Kors was put in a van. The soldiers made sure he got to a good family.
“Wake up!” His teacher shouted.
He found himself back in that bus, far from that strange, dusty country. As the buildings of the capital cleared up, they reached a roundabout where there was a statue, so tall he had to peep out the bus window to see the hard, stern face kept a pristine white by dedicated cleaners.
The teacher raised her arms like a shaman, barking “This is Chairman Gore, the wisest man in the world, slayer of capitalism, death to werewolves! He made us prosper, with every man able to afford a hut, a chicken leg at every meal, and two bicycles in every garage! Gore was a God sent to the world with the message of glorious communism!”
At that second, the morning gloom seemed to part, and Gore was cast in brilliant gold light. Kors Belin knew what he was going to be now. Even in fire and in ice, through the fall of earth and the roaring of air, that would not deter Kors from rising to the ranks of Commissar-Chairman. Someday, he would have his own roundabout with a proud statue, a testament to a great and wise rule.
He imagined having the power to send his enemies to the windswept island of Karbati, the wisdom to make Xylonia greater and stronger than even Gore left it. But what did he want most of all?
The power to finally see his mother again, to see those worn orange eyes that blazed in his mind.
Kors muttered his graduation speech under his breath. Mindlessly, he wandered around his hotel room. He hated the fact he was valedictorian. Grr... Argh... he thought as he kept slipping on syllables. He knew Arabic was his mother tongue, that this Xylonian alphabet was so hard to read left-right. He sighed and spewed Arabic profanities into the mirror. He mixed them into his speech, lo and behold he did not slip on even one syllable. He sped it up and slowed it down, but the speech remained perfect.
He put them into his speech as 'inspirational quotes' from 'Jaheman poets'. He entered the graduation area with a somewhat evil smirk, and gave a rousing speech that is too profane to commit to paper. After he was done, the room burst into cheers. His teachers congratulated him on his 'eloquent language', when a sharp voice came up behind him.
"Hello!" A gray haired man with a proud nose walked up to him, his left eye a milky white. "I'm Jorun Nars."
"Speaker of the Politburo?"
"Yes." He replied. "Can we walk?"
"I guess so." Kors answered. They both entered into a crisp afternoon that smelled of sweet petrichor
"That was a brilliant speech. And rather... sexual in nature." Nars said. Kors' face was white. Nars had called him out on all the words he had sneaked into the graduation speech.
"I'm sorry!" Kors overreacted, his eyes furrowed with worry. He had heard rumors of people going missing for angering government officials.
"No. You should be proud. I must imagine it's hard to adapt to Xylonian. You creatively solved your problems, pushed the boundaries, and got it all right in the end. That's the kind of men we need in the party today." He smiled. "I am offering you for selection."
In this moment, all Kors could think was those bright eyes, burning orange like the desert at sunrise, orange like flames, orange eyes that belonged to his mother. Could he finally meet her again?
by The Xylonian Union » Sat Sep 14, 2013 10:42 am
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by Tuthina » Mon Oct 21, 2013 1:36 pm
14:54:02 <Lykens> Explain your definition of Reno.
11:47 <Swilatia> Good god, copy+paste is no way to build a country!
03:08 <Democratic Koyro> NSG senate is a glaring example of why no one in NSG should ever have a position of authority
by Segland » Tue Oct 22, 2013 6:55 pm
by ArghNeedAName » Thu Oct 24, 2013 7:10 pm
Citizens of the United Provinces! I would like to thank you for your support in this difficult and challenging election campaign. It appears that our government is on course to win a majority of seats in both chambers. However, it should be noted that the majority is expected to be narrow, possibly too narrow to be workeable. For this reason, at the expense of possibly being criticised by our base, the Reformist Party will view alternative options first, such as a 'grand coalition' with Labour or a coalition which includes one of the minor left-wing parties. If this fails, I myself will also consider calling a second general election which would take place in March next year, once the winter is over.
As leader of the Labour Party, it is my disappointment to concede that our party and our two allies appear to have failed to win control of Parliament. Possibly recounts and adjustments will reverse this, but it seems unlikely that the results have been changed. I would like to thank all our supporters, members and activists, those who helped the Labour Party and our two allies run an effective campaign. It is unfortunate that we did not fully achieve our goal, but we have at least reduced the Coalition's majority to one which the Prime Minister concedes is 'unworkable'. We will not rule out entering a 'grand coalition' with the Reformists if it prevents them from continuing their coalition with the PDV.
by Tuthina » Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:57 am
14:54:02 <Lykens> Explain your definition of Reno.
11:47 <Swilatia> Good god, copy+paste is no way to build a country!
03:08 <Democratic Koyro> NSG senate is a glaring example of why no one in NSG should ever have a position of authority
by Segland » Fri Dec 27, 2013 3:46 pm
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