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  1. I'd love to help out in that; do you want to take this to PM to organise in more detail?
  2. I actually read what's there through to the end. Very nice work, it flows well. I could contribute, but I would be a researcher rather than a secondary source in myself...
  3. I think that's correct, more money is gained in planned attacks
  4. Inflation on tech prices? The economic crisis strikes again
  5. It's interesting that the people who were desperately clamouring for GATO to be freed now don't have the respect for GATO to think it can govern itself autonomously.
  6. We have assigned High Missionaries to the Kingdom and to Andonia. As for the prospect of a Pact, the Holy Council shall deliver the outcome of its deliberation in due course.
  7. I have silver and water and no one wants to trade with me. Although it's not that bad, especially given it has water.
  8. All formal diplomatic representations to and secular pacts and agreements with the Eschaton Collective are to be lodged here. As per the edict Status Sic Nominatus, this is the True Order of Missionaries of the Final Revelation Central and Most Holy Office This noticeboard shall be kept updated with the delegated High Missionaries of the Order and Recognised Diplomats of the righteous nations, along with other diplomatic edicts. A summary of the leadership of the Final Catholic Church and the Eschaton Collective shall furthermore be kept here for presentation. High Missionaries: Andonia - Brother Anton Biljanavic United Kingdom - Brother Dragomir Poblocnik Recognised Diplomats: Andonia - Eirik Torvalsson United Kingdom - [ unnamed ] Pacts: Divine Proclamations and Holy Crusades: Information General Information: Provisional Seat of the Collective: The Holy City of Alba Graeca (Belgrade) Supreme Leader: Vincent Praxius Garton Ecclesiastical Districts: The Most Holy and Apostolic Archbishopric of the New Jerusalem Archbishop Vincent Praxius Garton, Prophet of the LORD The Archbishopric of Anteslavonia Archbishop Zechariah Antiphas Secular Controller and Ordained Monarch of the Peoples of Serbia and Montenegro The Holy and Apostolic Council of the Collective: VINCENT PRAXIUS GARTON Chancellor of the Holy Treasury, Archbishop Zechariah Antiphas Defender of the Church, Captain Peter Monothas First Delegated Inquisitor, Malachi Benjamin Apostle of the Final Gospel, James Sanctificator
  9. We shall do nothing but spread the Final Gospel.
  10. The Final Catholic Church shall delegate a High Missionary with responsibilities over the area with immediate effect.
  11. Believers, STATUS SIC NOMINATUS The so-called district "Government" of the former nations of Serbia and Montenegro, clinging to the discredited ideas of the Balkan "Republic" which has abandoned it, has continued to broadcast its propaganda across the Archbishopric. It speaks its lies across the radio networks, in its vain attempt to topple our new order. The LORD has declared our supremacy, and He shall not be insulted! For this reason, we declare once more the Church's total control of the Archbishopric of Anteslavonia. In recognition of the numbers of heretics and apostates who have made it their policy to halt the spreading of the Final Gospel, we have furthermore declared the following policy: that there shall be established a True Order of Missionaries of the Final Revelation. The True Order of Missionaries shall be governed by a delegate of the Holy and Apostolic Council of the Collective, and it shall be granted authority to spread the word of the Final Gospel and administer the affairs of the Final Church outside of the declared borders of its totality. The True Order shall furthermore maintain an Ecclesiastic Office of Expansion. The New Era has come not just unto Anteslavonia, but unto the entirety of mankind, and we shall celebrate it and declare it across the world, like the Apostles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. We shall stand abreast with the righteous nations of the world in combat against our common foe: the armies of heretics, apostates, and agents of Satan which rally against us. The True Order shall delegate missionaries to all the nations and corners of the world, to declare the Good News from the mountains, the hilltops, the dunes of the desert and the cliffs of the shore, to all people. The time has come: convert and repent! For you shall otherwise suffer the first death, by the holy sword of the Church, and the second, by the fires of Hell! Deus vult! Vincent Praxius Garton, Imperator, by the Grace and Power of God, Archbishop of the New Jerusalem, etc.
  12. (OOC: Thanks for the comments ) Zechariah sat back in his chair, enjoying the cool night air and the view from his balcony. Searchlights lit up the sky where the New Jerusalem was rising from the ground, illuminating the heavens in diffuse white light. He heard the sound of several pairs of metal-heeled boots behind him. He made no move to turn around -- he knew who they were. "Your holiness!" He smiled to himself. "Thank you, Inquisitors. You may depart to your duties." They did as they were told. He was left, still looking ahead into the distance, and he could hear the erratic breathing of another man behind him. He stayed silent for a while before speaking. "Filip. It's been a while." "Who are you? And why the **** have you brought me here?" "That kind of talk will get you nowhere, brother." He stood up, and turned around, facing Filip. He had changed somewhat -- for the worse. He was ragged and looked rather -- broken. He was still wearing his bedclothes. He could see the confusion on Filip's face dissolve in a flood of recognition. "Dmitar?" Zechariah held up a hand. "I am Archbishop Zechariah of Anteslavonia. You shall address me as 'Your holiness'." "Dmitar, what the hell is this?" "How the tables have turned, Brother." Silence. "The Second Jubilee is upon us. The meek shall inherit the earth." "What are you talking about?" The Archbishop sighed. "This --" he waved his hand vaguely behind him -- "This is the Kingdom of God." "If it's the kingdom of anything, it's the kingdom of insanity. What have you dragged me here for?" "I had wanted to see ... an old friend." There was silence again. "Thirteen years ago, I reported you to the Government." Filip doubled back. He spoke calmly. "What?" "For He hath put down the mighty from their seat... I have made you meek, brother. I have prepared you for the Apocalypse of the Lord." "This Church -- you've been involved in this for thirteen years? And you put me through thirteen years of !@#$ to satisfy your -- your madness?" "Thus commanded the Lord. And now I present you with your choice. You shall either join us in exultation, or you shall be condemned to a first and second death. For your name shall be wiped from the Book of Life --" "Spare me the cult babble. You want your answer? Here it is." To hell with caution. He clenched his fist, and punched the self-proclaimed Archbishop in the face. He could see the Inquisitors had noticed, and were running to the balcony. "Sorry. Can't hang around." He did what he had been planning to do when they caught him first -- braced himself, and leapt over the railings of the balcony. Zechariah grimaced with the pain. After a few minutes of commotion, he sighed, and muttered under his breath, making the sign of the cross. "Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do..."
  13. People of the World, ANIMADVERSIT ECCLESIAE It has come to the notice of the Final Church that the heathen entity of the "Republik Balkan" has declared itself inconsummate and dissolved. In light of these circumstances, the true Christians of the land of Serbia and of Montenegro have risen up in unanimous approval of the Final Gospel. To respect their wishes, and in acting as the interpretor of the LORD, the Church has declared total control of the territories of Serbia and Montenegro, and is incorporating them into the Holy Archbishopric of Anteslavonia, to be divided into District Inquisitorships as shall be seen fit by the Holy Inquisition. And it is furthermore the intention of the Church and of the LORD it speaks for to establish the New Jerusalem in these grounds, which shall be sanctified and purged in the name of Christ. Deus vult!
  14. We accept the exchange of diplomats, on the provision that no attempt is made to undermine our faith. On the subject of the Vatican Antipope, we refer you to the Edict "Multitudo Fidei", which states our belief in "One Church". To wilfully err otherwise would be heresy.
  15. (OOC: Sorry for the thread spam, I'm just trying to keep things organised!) Within the Collective... "Sweet Jesus." Despite the acclamation, this was not a man in prayer. Filip Ražnatović moved back from the window, and stood hesitantly, unsure what to do. He would be the first to admit that he had not been following the news regularly. The apocalyptic cult that had risen with frightening speed had made itself known only tangentially to him. He had heard the distant, eerie Latin chanting of parading, marching -- doing something communal, at any rate -- cultists in the nights of the past week. And he had heard rumours of the "New Jerusalem" being built close by. He could hardly be criticised for this ignorance. He was a man on the run. He had been for years, now. Before they disappeared without trace from the area, the previous authorities had sought him -- for a crime he did not commit. The precise charges he had long forgotten; all he knew now was his innocence -- His gaze snapped back to the open window of the bedroom he was in. He was on the second floor of a grim apartment building. On any other day, the view would have been, actually, quite pretty. A river glinted in the sunlight, lined by trees. The stained grey urban landscape dissolved into the background of the reserve of nature that ran defiantly, albeit thinly, through the middle of the town, and which he had the good fortune to border. Unfortunately, a squad of men clad in fascistic black uniforms had decided to besmirch this particular idyll with their presence, standing directly below his window. Looking up. "Brother Ražnatović!" An instinctive response he had grown to uniformed men that were calling his name now finally kicked in. He didn't care at this particular moment how they knew his name, or why they were calling it. He spun round and yanked open a drawer, taking out -- of all things -- a hollow Bible. He opened it, and withdrew the pistol he had grown so acquainted with over the years. "Filip Ražnatović! This is the Holy Inquisition of the Final Church!" He couldn't see what was holy about them, but he could certainly see they were inquisitorial. He took the pistol, and moved rapidly away, and into the short central corridor of his austere dwelling. He could take the main door and run down the stairwell -- but that would be insane. Instead, he withdrew, and made his way to his living room -- there was a balcony he could use there. When he got there, a breeze greeted him, rolling in from the open door to his sole escape route. He tread quickly up to it, and peeked carefully outside. Sure enough, the men had gone -- gone into the building, and were presumably making their way up to his flat. He checked again, and then left the room, grimacing at the wave of cold that hit him. He was still in his bedclothes, which helped very little. He leant forward on the railings and looked down. It wasn't too hard a jump. He spotted a patch of soft turf. He was about to leap over the railings, when he felt something grasp his arm all too firmly. It was all he could do to stop himself from yelling. "Brother. It would be best if you came with us." A thought hit him, at that most inopportune of times. Where is everyone? * * * Since the Collective had moved in to assume control of the region, a bizarre form of silence had descended over the populace. The situation, after all, was somewhere between terrifying and insane. Within the space of days, the authorities had collapsed and withdrawn to some unknown place, and the only contact they maintained was the government radio station, which had become crackling and intermittent. Corrupt they may have been, but in their stead had risen the apocalyptic Eschaton cult, which had turned churches into centres of government and proclaimed its Final Gospel from the barrel of a gun. The TV stations, when they worked, all displayed the face of the new Emperor-Pontiff, the enigmatic demagogue, Vincent Praxius Garton, his cross-emblazoned visor cap and sunglasses prominently helping to mask his person. Now, the situation had intensified somewhat. The hamlet of Jelcik had, with staggering lack of luck, managed to find itself in the middle of the takeover, and cloaked cultists and uniformed Inquisitors regularly made their way through the settlement, chanting, marching, or silently moving. The few hundred inhabitants had all but withdrawn into their homes for the past week, venturing out only to furnish provisions. They had, with tacit unanimity, decided to weather out the storm. Unfortunately, that storm seemed in no danger of subsiding, and that was all too clear now, as the amplified drone of a powerful monotone voice rang out across the neighbourhood once more, with enormous predictability. "All residents are to report to the Supervising Inquisitor for compulsory labour and service to the construction of the New Jerusalem." Well, it at least confirmed the rumours. Rumours that had seemed mad a week ago, Anka noted. She sighed. There was little option but to comply. To help satisfy the wishes of the Collective.
  16. DECRETA SAECULI IN NOMINE DEI • CHRISTIQUE SALVATORIS Of March 30, 2009 A.D. The First Year of the Regency of the LORD: Believers, MULTITUDO FIDEI A great plethora of the members of our Christian faith continue to doubt as Thomas the validity of the Second Era that is upon us. A great many of these Christians, who accept the salvation of Christ, nevertheless refuse the truth of the End Times that have arrived. They believe our Collective and manifest Regency to stem not from the LORD but from human desire. It has yet even been stated that our Collective is a bastion of the "fetters of men's minds". Yet what are these "fetters" but not the liberation promised unto us by Christ? The only fetters are those of the stubborn atheist, the apostate and the heretic, who all refuse to accept the salvation that Christ died to provide for them. They reject their own souls, and they consign themselves to a Second Death. Ignorance is not heresy, as neither is the righteous pagan an agent of Satan. But the presentation of the truth must be accepted with the openness of the soul, for otherwise the Christian imprisons himself in a blockade of the salvation of the future and the present. Head not, brothers and sisters, the words of the Serpent who claims to speak as the voice of reason. For our reason must be subservient to the love that transcends all things -- the love of the LORD, who has created all things in equal measure. Therefore I call unto the brothers and sisters of the faith, who have not yet heeded the word of the Final Gospel: Come, and renounce your sins; come, and glory in the Second Coming of the LORD to this planet our gift of creation; let Him take you to the land that has been promised. We will not, shall not, cannot tolerate any religion or belief beyond that of our own, which we know through revelation and the certainty of looming apocalypse to be right. When the blood shall flow from the Hill of Meggido, and the smoke of guns and the dust of bombs shall blot the Sun, then shall all men renounce their faith, but all shall be in vain if you do not accept this Word of the LORD! The heretics and the apostates move against us. Yet though we walk in the shadow of the valley of the death, fear not, for the LORD is with us. Accept no faith beyond that which is revealed, accept no heresy and crush all doubt. They who seek to defame the religion of Christ shall suffer death both once and a Second time. The Final Church is the sole Church: for our mantra shall be One Church, One Faith, One Lord. There can be no schismaticism, no heresy, nor apostasy. In the land of Bosporan, the actions of the organisation "Holy Fist" and the responses thereunto show the extent to which the apostates wish to defame and undermine the Faith of the Second Era. But let that not trouble you! We shall stand firm against the tide of the agents of the Unholy. Deus vult! Vincent Praxius Garton, Imperator, by the Grace and Power of God, Archbishop of the New Jerusalem and Pontiff of the Final Catholic Church, Supreme Leader and Prophet of the Holy Council of the Eschaton Collective, Manifest Millennial Regent of the New, Eternal and Apocalyptic World-to-Come. Grand Inquisitor.
  17. MESSAGE to the NATIONS OF THE WORLD Dated March 21, 2009 A.D. First year of the Regency of the LORD. Citizens of Bob, Believers, IN TEMPORIBUS In these past times there has come to me a great revelation, imparted by the angelic messengers of the LORD. That revelation is nothing less than the proclamation of the second and final phase of the eternal jubilee that the Christ himself declared at Nazareth, and it is such: that now comes upon us the final Salvation of mankind that we have been promised for two thousand years. The end times have come, as has been predicted by the greatest theologians of our history. But the arrival of Christ is yet to come, for the LORD has declared a Regency upon Bob. For Christ said that he shall come "like a thief in the night". We must be prepared at all times, brothers, sisters. For that reason the LORD's Regency shall be made manifest in celebration of the Eschaton of our world, in a Collective and unending worship of the Trinity which governs above all. We come therefore to declare the Eschaton Collective, the direct and total will of the LORD our God. This is the Final Gospel, and with it is declared the Final Catholic Church of all peoples. The New Jerusalem is upon us, and the LORD has appointed me Archbishop and Regent in His name of this new and bounteous land of milk and honey. Once more there is a promised land, a land for all peoples. The nations of the world have been granted the gates to salvation, and to paradise. Brothers and sisters, the LORD's will is clear: come from the utmost north, from the south, from the deserts of the east and the seas of the west. For we are the myriad Armies and Hosts of the LORD. And in His name, and under His regency, we must rage zealous war against Satan once more. For Judas stalks among us, unseen, and Hell beckons in its terrible, eternal fire. The time is upon us. All those of faith, all those select of God, join us in our final Holy Crusade to save Bob! Deus vult! IN NOMINE DEI CHRISTIQUE SALVATORIS, Vincent Praxius Garton, Imperator, by the Grace and Power of God, Archbishop of the New Jerusalem and Pontiff of the Final Catholic Church, Supreme Leader and Prophet of the Holy Council of the Eschaton Collective, Manifest Millennial Regent of the New, Eternal and Apocalyptic World-to-Come. Grand Inquisitor.
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