Gman Russell, the one time Duke of Yardistan of the mighty nation of Shireroth, stood nervously in the wings of the press room. In front of him was a mirror, which reflected back the worried look of a man who hoped he would not let down his new nation. It was a strange feeling. All his life he had lived in a highly segmented society. You had NO rights, and you were not always equal. Here though, everyone had a voice. A say in how things went. It was a new concept, and one that he was not terribly comfortable with.
Not that he had a problem with freedom or rights. He simply had never grown up with it. He sometimes wondered silently if he didn't win this election simply because of his famous ancestor. He had little experience in ruling a direct democracy, and it would be an adjustment getting used to tempered power. His ancestor, the great Gman Pinky, had been a mighty warrior, who gave his all for his nation and his family. The family legend spoke of their exile to Shireroth after Gman Pinky's daughter went mad with daemons. Gman Russell retained his countship in Mirioth, Amity, and So Sara, but he was effectively in exile. His rebellion against the kaiser had not gone well, and the irony of the parallel of a Gman fleeing to foreign lands was not lost on him.
“Brother, it'll be OK. You'll pull this speech off, and become the best president Nelaga has ever known.” He turned around and smiled at his sister, Cerune, who was dressed in her commandant's uniform. Gman fiddled with his own suit, and his sister straightened his tie. “Relax. You'll do just fine.” Gman smiled again. “Thanks. I'm glad your here. Too long have we been apart.”
Cerune smiled and opened her mouth to reply when the stage manager spoke up. “Mr. President, you're on in thirty seconds!” Gman nodded and thanked the man, and made his way to the stage.
The crowd erupted in cheers, with the television cameras rolling, and the photographers snapping pictures. He smiled and waved, and waited for the crowd to settle.
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Friends, Nelagans, countrymen; lend me your ears. For I have much to say.
December 10th, 2008 is a day that shall forever be enshrined in my heart. It is the day I found out what Harvey was up to. It is the first day I heard the word:
Nelaga
It's a word that stirs emotions in me I have not felt for many, many years. Not since the Flying Islands of Jasonia, has a nation captured my heart like Nelaga has. Though surely those who know me, know that Shireroth is a close second, but it could never replace that part of my heart that longed for the glory days of the FIoJ. On December 23rd, 2008 we established this sacred place. We went public, and announced with one voice that we were Nelagan. We would band together in friendship and love, and seal our pact with hard work and integrity.
We. Are. Nelagan.
We are not just clones of the past, though certainly we are influenced by it. Nor are we dual-citizens of the present, though certainly most of us are. But when we are here in Nelaga, we are not from wherever we are from. We are Nelagan here, and nothing else. It is this patriotism that I call upon, when I ask each and every citizen of Nelaga to dig deep, and contribute your all here. We are the free. We are the brave. It is from our fruitful hands that we will make this nation perennial with fate. When the micronationalists of the future look back on the nations of the past, what will they say of us? That we were a small, side project? That we were the overflow of the creativity that didn't fit in elsewhere?
NO I SAY!
We will be remembered as a nation that shook Micras. That inspired both awe and respect from our contemporaries, and fear from our enemies. They will say that we were a nation that mattered. That those of us who stood here and now, were luminaries of their era. True visionaries who brought creativity and inspiration to the Apollo sector! I aim to capture the old spirit of Jasonia, and breathe it back into even the most jaded of us. This spirit that said we could do anything. Write any story, and make it a gem. Create any technology and be the envy of our neighbors. Generate activity on our forums that would make even the best of us stand up and take notice.
The spirit that brought us together and made us a family.
I pledged that if I won the presidency, I would forsake all other micronational endeavors for this one, and I hold true to that promise. I will finish my storyline with Andreas and Gralus, and finish the civil war in Shireroth, and then I will dedicate all of my creative energy to making Nelaga the superpower it should be. I can't do it alone though. I need your help, I need your ideas.
Let us go forth, and make something of ourselves.
He smiled to himself, satisfied that maybe, just maybe, he would pull this off.
Garpy the MagiGARP Says: - - - September 4, 2010
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