New Reverie Posted July 8, 2008 Report Share Posted July 8, 2008 ”It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.” Telescreens newly installed across several nations on planet Bob flickered on for the first time. The song of the party began to stream from their speakers. It was choral in nature, with strings and horns in the background, soothing yet with a harsh undertone caused by the metallic speakers that were designed to last 50 years in the elements without need for replacement. Thousands of people across the world stopped what they were doing to see the first announcement of the party, the party of IngSoc. ...... ...... The soothing voice of Big Brother, caring yet forceful, joined the visual of a golden field. “This is our land”, he said. What followed was a recreation of some of the harsher battles, moments, and fighting from the most recent offensive. At the height of fear, intensity, and hate for the enemy, the song of the party came to rescue the citizens who watched as the enemy came at them on the screen with life like realism. But now the message was clear. Big Brother had saved the people of all the nations which now watched the telescreens intently. The party of IngSoc had saved them from themselves. The party united the people, taught them to think, act, and live as one. The party’s slogans and philosophies were firmly implanted and now inseparable from every soul. They all chanted in unison as the announcement came to an end “B B, B B, B B”. As the screen faded and a new song began to play, the people whose countries now formed the Alliance of IngSoc picked up where they left off. Some took another moment to look at the white structures now prominent in every capitol city. Each one was adorned with banners prominently displaying the party slogan. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Arbiter Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 That scared me. Deeply. :jihad: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 This is our land. A land of peace and of plenty. A land of harmony and hope. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Arbiter Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 That also scared me deeply. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jackyseto123 Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 It's my land now. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Reverie Posted July 9, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 Oceania shall never be conquered. Should you be allowed to step foot on our soil, it is by the mercy of Big Brother and not the strength of your military. We are a proud people. Workers, strivers, and builders. IngSoc has been bored into our hearts and minds. GloryVic! GloryVic! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 It's my land now. An obvious candidate for re-education, report to the Minister of Truth for assimilation into our way of life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Arbiter Posted July 9, 2008 Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 (edited) o/ IngSoc Edited July 9, 2008 by TheArbiter Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Reverie Posted July 9, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 9, 2008 Perhaps he would change his tune if he were to visit the Ministry of Plenty. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Reverie Posted July 10, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 10, 2008 Join IngSoc! Enter the Ministry of Love a thought criminal, Leave as a soldier of the Party! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Reverie Posted July 11, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 11, 2008 Let the Ministry of Truth open your eyes to reality Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
New Reverie Posted July 12, 2008 Author Report Share Posted July 12, 2008 Become a soldier of IngSoc and join us as we march across the faces of our fallen enemies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted July 14, 2008 Report Share Posted July 14, 2008 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted July 16, 2008 Report Share Posted July 16, 2008 The Party is personified by Big Brother, an omnipresent face depicted on posters and the telescreen; like the Party itself, Big Brother is constantly watching. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted July 18, 2008 Report Share Posted July 18, 2008 The thought police will get you just the same. you've committed—would have committed, even if you had never set pen to paper—the essential crime that contained all others in itself. Thoughtcrime, they called it. Thoughtcrime was not a thing that could be concealed forever. You might dodge successfully for a while, even for years, but sooner or later they were bound to get you" Become a soldier of IngSoc and join us as we march across the faces of our fallen enemies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Freelancer Posted October 6, 2008 Report Share Posted October 6, 2008 There is of course no way of knowing whether you're were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, We are the Thought Police plugged in on all individual wire and radio signals. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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