14-07-2025, 04:34 AM
[Lirnak, Victory Plaza, March 5657]
The rally had been pamphleted through the streets by FF youth and black battalions for months now, and soon Ludvík would speak to 50,000 people all gathered in their largest rally yet. He had recited his speech dozens of times in the mirror, speaking to an invisible audience but with no less vigor and pomp, he was born for this, and he was ready.
His staff car drove him to the event in the back where jackbooted paramilitaries and party members saluted him, shook his hand and escorted him behind the stage. The entire plaza was a testament to Kundrati pride and will. Pillars with golden eagles, hundreds of black banners fluttering in the wind. Ludvík drank some water, cleared his throat, and began to approach the stage. He took a deep breath closing his eyes, he imagined a glorious Kundrati sigil burned into the sun itself, a happy fatherland where kids frolicked and marched in columns of honor, soldiers happily took flowers from young ladies, old men wiped tears from their faces with medals pinned to their old jackets.
Ludvík walked up the steps and the roar of the audience was deafening, he stood in silence before the microphone and held up his hand for silence. He lingered for nearly a minute before speaking;
"Kundrati comrades, my brothers and compatriots. We stand here at the dawn of a new era, the rebirth of a pheonix who burns yet comes back all the stronger. We have been beset by the bloodthirsty satanic powers of Luthori and Kalistan, who attempted to plummet our economy into the stone age, their hatred for our people and wish for their deaths never the weaker. Then they committed the crime of inflation, and after this rampage on the part of their Ministers, a ruinous usury set in.
Outrageously exorbitant interest rates, which should never have been allowed to go unpunished in any state, are now part and parcel of the "presidential" Republic, and this is where the destruction of production begins, the destruction wreaked by these Liberal theories of economics as such, and moreover by the madness of a taxation policy which sees to the rest; and now we witness how class upon class are collapsing, how hundreds of thousands, gradually driven to despair, are losing their livelihoods; and how, year after year, tens of thousands of bankruptcies and hundreds of thousands of compulsory auctions are taking place.
Then the peasantry starts to become impoverished, the most industrious class in the entire people is driven to ruin, can no longer exist, and then this process spreads back to the cities, and the army of unemployed begins to grow: one million, two, three, four million, five million, six million, seven million; today the number might actually lie between seven and eight million. They destroyed what they could in fourteen years of work, and no one did anything to stop them.
We want to lead our youth back to this glorious nation of our past. Humbled shall they bow before those who lived before us and labored and worked and toiled so that they could live today. And we want most of all to educate this youth to revere those who once made the most difficult sacrifice for the life of our nation and the future of our people. For all the damage these fourteen years wrought, their worst crime was that they defrauded three million dead of their sacrifice, and these three million shall rise anew before the eyes of our youth as an eternal warning, as a demand that they be revenged. We want to educate our youth to revere our time-honored army, which they should remember, which they should admire, and in which they should once more recognize the powerful expression of the strength of the Kundrati nation, the epitome of the greatest achievement our people has ever accomplished in its history.
Thus this program will be a program of national resurrection in all areas of life, intolerant against anyone who sins against the nation, but a brother and friend to anyone who has the will to fight with us for the resurrection of his people, of our nation.
Therefore I today address my final appeal to my comrades: 12 years ago we entered our nations politburo. Devastating conditions have descended upon our people. It is our desire to remedy them, and we will succeed in doing so. Just as we have eliminated these adversaries despite all the scorn, we shall also eliminate the consequences of their rule.
15 minutes passed, until Ludvík arrived at the end of his speech..
To do justice to God and our own conscience, we have turned once more to the Kundrati people. It shall now play a helping role. It will not deter us should the Kundrati people abandon us in this hour. We will adhere to whatever is necessary to keep Kundrati from degenerating.
I have dared to make this decision because it is my conviction that our people will finally return to its senses and that, even if millions might curse us today, the hour will come in which they will march with us after all, having recognized that we really wanted nothing but the best and had no other goal in sight than serving what is, to us, most precious on earth.
With our final battle cry we march onwards, our indomitable spirit and might lead us forward, we will never surrender, never bow, never give in even should the world come against us! Our Kundrati Fatherland party, our Kundrati people, our Kundrati ancestors, Hail Kundrati!"
The crowds were in a stupor, cheering and hailing the nation with a prophetic vigor. Thousands of paramilitaries marched as Ludvík saluted, their banners swaying in the wind. Ludvík walked off the stage wiping sweat from his brow. He shook hands with dozens of starstruck listeners, old veterans barely stopping themselves from crying as they praised him as a hero to the cause, kissed 9 babies. The movement was stronger than ever, Kundrati would arise from the ashes, would take on the world need be.
Ludvík would see his fatherland raised to the glory of the past no matter the cost.
The rally had been pamphleted through the streets by FF youth and black battalions for months now, and soon Ludvík would speak to 50,000 people all gathered in their largest rally yet. He had recited his speech dozens of times in the mirror, speaking to an invisible audience but with no less vigor and pomp, he was born for this, and he was ready.
His staff car drove him to the event in the back where jackbooted paramilitaries and party members saluted him, shook his hand and escorted him behind the stage. The entire plaza was a testament to Kundrati pride and will. Pillars with golden eagles, hundreds of black banners fluttering in the wind. Ludvík drank some water, cleared his throat, and began to approach the stage. He took a deep breath closing his eyes, he imagined a glorious Kundrati sigil burned into the sun itself, a happy fatherland where kids frolicked and marched in columns of honor, soldiers happily took flowers from young ladies, old men wiped tears from their faces with medals pinned to their old jackets.
Ludvík walked up the steps and the roar of the audience was deafening, he stood in silence before the microphone and held up his hand for silence. He lingered for nearly a minute before speaking;
"Kundrati comrades, my brothers and compatriots. We stand here at the dawn of a new era, the rebirth of a pheonix who burns yet comes back all the stronger. We have been beset by the bloodthirsty satanic powers of Luthori and Kalistan, who attempted to plummet our economy into the stone age, their hatred for our people and wish for their deaths never the weaker. Then they committed the crime of inflation, and after this rampage on the part of their Ministers, a ruinous usury set in.
Outrageously exorbitant interest rates, which should never have been allowed to go unpunished in any state, are now part and parcel of the "presidential" Republic, and this is where the destruction of production begins, the destruction wreaked by these Liberal theories of economics as such, and moreover by the madness of a taxation policy which sees to the rest; and now we witness how class upon class are collapsing, how hundreds of thousands, gradually driven to despair, are losing their livelihoods; and how, year after year, tens of thousands of bankruptcies and hundreds of thousands of compulsory auctions are taking place.
Then the peasantry starts to become impoverished, the most industrious class in the entire people is driven to ruin, can no longer exist, and then this process spreads back to the cities, and the army of unemployed begins to grow: one million, two, three, four million, five million, six million, seven million; today the number might actually lie between seven and eight million. They destroyed what they could in fourteen years of work, and no one did anything to stop them.
We want to lead our youth back to this glorious nation of our past. Humbled shall they bow before those who lived before us and labored and worked and toiled so that they could live today. And we want most of all to educate this youth to revere those who once made the most difficult sacrifice for the life of our nation and the future of our people. For all the damage these fourteen years wrought, their worst crime was that they defrauded three million dead of their sacrifice, and these three million shall rise anew before the eyes of our youth as an eternal warning, as a demand that they be revenged. We want to educate our youth to revere our time-honored army, which they should remember, which they should admire, and in which they should once more recognize the powerful expression of the strength of the Kundrati nation, the epitome of the greatest achievement our people has ever accomplished in its history.
Thus this program will be a program of national resurrection in all areas of life, intolerant against anyone who sins against the nation, but a brother and friend to anyone who has the will to fight with us for the resurrection of his people, of our nation.
Therefore I today address my final appeal to my comrades: 12 years ago we entered our nations politburo. Devastating conditions have descended upon our people. It is our desire to remedy them, and we will succeed in doing so. Just as we have eliminated these adversaries despite all the scorn, we shall also eliminate the consequences of their rule.
15 minutes passed, until Ludvík arrived at the end of his speech..
To do justice to God and our own conscience, we have turned once more to the Kundrati people. It shall now play a helping role. It will not deter us should the Kundrati people abandon us in this hour. We will adhere to whatever is necessary to keep Kundrati from degenerating.
I have dared to make this decision because it is my conviction that our people will finally return to its senses and that, even if millions might curse us today, the hour will come in which they will march with us after all, having recognized that we really wanted nothing but the best and had no other goal in sight than serving what is, to us, most precious on earth.
With our final battle cry we march onwards, our indomitable spirit and might lead us forward, we will never surrender, never bow, never give in even should the world come against us! Our Kundrati Fatherland party, our Kundrati people, our Kundrati ancestors, Hail Kundrati!"
The crowds were in a stupor, cheering and hailing the nation with a prophetic vigor. Thousands of paramilitaries marched as Ludvík saluted, their banners swaying in the wind. Ludvík walked off the stage wiping sweat from his brow. He shook hands with dozens of starstruck listeners, old veterans barely stopping themselves from crying as they praised him as a hero to the cause, kissed 9 babies. The movement was stronger than ever, Kundrati would arise from the ashes, would take on the world need be.
Ludvík would see his fatherland raised to the glory of the past no matter the cost.