ATTENTION MY FELLOW GALLIANS!
Take up your arms! Keep your supply of Ragnite under strict lock and key! Bar your windows, and make sure to keep careful track of your children!
There is a traitor
within your midst. Yes, yes my good citizens of the noble city of Bruhl, a spy.
Ask yourselves this question- Have you checked your wheat supply and noticed it's been a bit...low? Have you found one of your beloved milking cows- and everyone in Gallia knows that the milk from Bruhl is assuredly the most delicious in the land- have you found one of your beloved milking cows mysteriously dead
in your field one day, although being of sound mind and body only the night previous? Have you been missing small items from your houses, which you had before discounted due to a slip of the mind, a simple misplacement of your valuables?
Well, these items are not a coincidence, I am saddened to inform you. No, there is a much deeper
conspiracy at work here. The Darcsens.
Yes, these foul, detestable creatures are responsible for nearly every ailment facing Gallia today. Since the beginning, when Gallia was but a child sucking on Europa's generous teat, these monsters
have used every trick they could find to destroy Gallia from within and
without. Do none of you remember the stories you heard when you were but children, of the incident now generally referred to as the Darcsen Calamity?
Of how the Darcsens invaded Gallia, and proceeded to ravage and destroy all in their path before being struck down, brought to justice by the glorious Valkyria? Many of you most likely think the incident was a sort of faerie's tale, a made-up story with no basis in verifiable fact?
Well, I am here to assure you, good sirs and madams, that that incident was no lie. No bedtime story meant to frighten little ones before being enfolded in the comforts of sleep.
The Darcsen Calamity is TRUE!
Every word, all of it! Many of today's most brilliant and respected historians have verified it based off writings from the period! Do you realize what this means?
Since day one, the Darcsens have done nothing, nothing,
but plan the destruction of Gallia.
Now for some of you, I realize that this realization may come as a bit of a shock. Many of you probably trust Darcsens as friends, perhaps even lovers.
But you must
open your eyes! You must
become aware of the simple fact that Darcsens cannot be trusted!
You there, Mister.... Arnald, was it? You
have a Darcsen friend, do you not?
I see. And what do you do when you associate with him? Ah, you talk to him of your work at the factory? Sir, for your sake I insist
that you stop communicating with this man. For all you know, your simple remark on the state of your place of employment has already
reached the hands of the Imperials!
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the Imperials. All of us here know that the peace accord settled between Gallia and the Empire is but a temporary one, and the Empire will use any underhanded trick in the book to conquer our noble Motherland.
We cannot, we must not
, let that happen! Not at any cost! But we are severely handicapped at every turn by those God Damned Darcsens!
Did you know, Mister Arnald, that a factory on the edge of the Gallian-Imperial border was bombed just last week?
Well of course
you didn't hear about such things in the newspaper
, it is under the thumb of the Archduchess! She was protecting her own
, you see.
And that brings me to my next point. The Archduchess is, in my opinion, a solid and capable leader, and she has served us well and steadily during the war that was but two years ago.
But her Darcsen sympathies are blinding her, blinding
her, to the scourge we have upon our hands! Because of her pro-Darcsen bias, there are many
critical holes in Gallia's defenses! We are but a sitting duck, waiting to be invaded, because our secrets are being sold to the enemy by the traitorous Dark Hairs!
As we are all aware, the Archduchess revealed her Darcsen heritage recently. She is, admittedly, a wonderful and compassionate leader. But her traits are the exception
in the Darcsen race, not
the rule! We cannot
expect the same out of the rest of her kind!
And her blindness, her overwhelming compassion to others (which is both her greatest strength and
her greatest weakness), in addition to her unique heritage, makes her quite frankly unfit to lead this country during a time of such tepid intercontinental relations. For the good of all the people of Gallia, she must
step down so others, far more capable, can lead in her place to combat the Darcsen Menace.
DARCSENS CANNOT BE TRUSTED.
I must make this point clear. Even if you've been- more concisely, think
you've been, a friend with a Darcsen, at any point the damned Dark Hair may turn on you, stab your right in the back- figuratively or
literally. One must always be alert, ever watchful, ever aware of the dangers that associating with a Darcsen might provide.
HOW TO IDENTIFY AND PROTECT YOURSELF AGAINST A DARCSEN
Now that you are aware of the very real dangers present in your own neighbourhood, down your street or across your yard, one might wonder what exactly
is a Darcsen. What does one look like, and how can one protect their family and possessions from such awful creatures?
Common Darcsen Features:
- Dark blue colored hair (hence the term 'Dark Hair'
- No last name (their last names were taken away as punishment for their crimes during the Darcsen Calamity)
- Looks unwashed, dirty
- Rancid smell, (combination of their lack of hygiene and the stench prevalent to their race)
- Shifty or 'untrustworthy' eyes
- A hunch
- Generally ugly or misshapen features
- Shawls, worn around their necks (possibly as a form of communication of state secrets?)
A stereotypical Darcsen. Note the treacherous look in her eyes, almost as if she were scheming to overthrow Gallia right now.
Now that you have identified your Darcsen, now you must deal with it. Keep wary of it, be aware to not show your back to it, and keep it at arms distance at all times.
Many of you in the crowd may be wondering, "But why would a Darcsen want to destroy my country? I have done them no harm!"
Well, my friends, that is a tough question to answer. Many of today's top Gallian scientists are attempting to find out the root of why
the Darcsens are such an untrustowrthy, conniving race. Some theorize it is simply because they are greedy. Others believe it might be due to an instinct of self-preservation. In my opinion, though, Darcsens act they way they are because they're simply animals
A Darcsen cannot feel patriotism for one's country, or love for thy neighbor, or even understand the concept of hygiene! They cannot love, they can only hate and take advantage of others! They are too stupid
to comprehend the concept of a common good! Darcsens simply operate like an animal- a dog, even.
A dog may be a loyal friend, and may even come at your call, but a dog is simply an animal. Its instincts are to act in its own best interest at all times. It cannot love, or understand. It is simply an animal. Darcsens are those animals.
a rabid dog, Darcsens must be put down before they are a danger to us- humans
DO NOT TRUST A DARCSEN. NOT FOR ONE SECOND.
Make sure to keep them at arms length, and try not to show your back to one of them- it could spell your doom.
Do not, DO NOT
, use Darcsen made products. This includes but is not limited to tanks, many types of machinery, and many ragnite-powered devices. Turn them over as soon as you can to a trusted Darcsen Object Inspector, and we will return it as soon as we deem it safe to use.
Some of you may be fearful for you or your family's safety at this point. And rightly so.
Darcsens are a mean, crafty, and evil bunch, and some of you might be afraid for the health of you or others in this town.
Luckily, there is a group dedicated to the protection of your very way of life.
For you see, being that Archduchess Cordelia is simply unwilling to combat this blight upon or glorious country, many have requested that she step down and allow another to assume her role temporarily until the Darcsen scourge is wiped out. Unfortunately, she refused, so House Gassenarl, acting selflessly in defense of the greater good, has spearheaded a rebellion to claim the Archduchess' seat- by force, if necessary- the Gallian Revolutionary Army
We are prepared to fight for our freedoms, your
freedoms- but we are small. We are but a drop, against the ocean that is the Gallian Army.
We desperately need new recruits, of any and all ages, genders, shapes, and sizes. We must
stomp out the Darcsen menace before they overpower us and we become but slaves to the Imperial forces, ready to strike at us whenever we are weakest.
Some may think this is lunacy, but do you not remember the exploits of Lt Gunther and his Squad, but one year ago, that lead to our eventual trouncing of the Imperials? Was it not true that Lt Gunther enlisted in the militia from this very town, indeed?
And I dare not need remind you of the destruction of Bruhl during the war last year. The evidence of your attempts to rebuild are still all around you! There is still soot, and rubble, in the streets! Could Bruhl last another
Imperial attack?! I dare say, no it couldn't. We cannot, we will not
have another massacre, not on my watch.
But if you do not enlist in the Gallian Revolutionary Army, then the blood will be on your
hands as well. Because I offered you a chance to save your town, and you threw it away, like a coward.
Do not let what happened a year ago happen again. Not when you can help prevent it, right here and now. Enlist in the Gallian Revolutionary Army, it is your sworn duty.
And thus began...