My citiens have until midnight tonight to submit their entries. Two such have come in already.
The first is from Miss Harper.
It came to pass that on the God-Emperor's birthday, there was a great procession in the city, and the God-Emperor rode through the streets in a magnificent chariot with his chosen advisors and lickspittles in attendance. And everywhere the people cried, "All hail the God-Emperor and his glorious pants!"
And lo, a small boy in the crowd shouted, "But the God-Emperor wears no pants!"
The procession stopped then, and the Chief Lickspittle said, "In a sense this is true, for the pants fit to grace the backside of the God-Emperor have not yet been created. Indeed, if such pants were to be created, we would know that this personage is not in fact the God-Emperor, but an imposter."
And the boy was enlightened. And there was much feasting and rejoicing and showing-off of pants. For this is how the God-Emperor's birthday should be celebrated.
The second is from our Ambassador to Medieval China, Lord Grymm.
Like Liebniz or Tesla, the world has not been ready for your vision.
For too long, your Newton has held the world of the progressive
science (some would say mad, but it is mad to do so) against you like
the royal society. For too long, your Edison has kept the world from
your greatest invention.
No longer. Though I may only be the Huxley to your Darwin, Darwin
could only wish that Huxley would be so effective. For unlike Huxley,
I follow Robespierre's method of scientific advancement and critique.
With that, and the most humble help of both Dr. West and our newly
returned ally, as one needs at least someone as great as Durer to make
this moment proper, I present to you a small feast for the eyes, both
the work of our freshly returned Germanic friend and the sight of the
head of Wem. No longer will he keep back the hover-pants with his
intolerable adherence to the works of Montpelier. Glory to the
god-emperor.
This last was accompanied by a piece of art:
We await the entries of the multitudes with delight and anticipation.
And would someone do me the kindness of murdering the apostate?
Thanks muchly.
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I weep for those who cannot see the that this is not the true Ryan States, but in fact a golden calf sent among us to decieve and lead us astray from the true Toa of States. He who proclaimed a rule of peace now demands the life of one who would speak against him? See the light my friends. There is ttrue beauty in your compositions but they serve a lie. Join with me, use your talents ang gifts to enlighten the world and bring back our true friend!!!
-Gordon, apostate of the false Ryan
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