Unrest in the Netherlands

[Mergerberger II]

Protests All Over Netherlands Worry Some About Future

AMSTERDAM - Today in the cities of Amsterdam and Rotterdam two more rallies held by two people who last month no one would ever have known his name. Magan De Fries led the largest protest in Amsterdam, calling over 200,000 people to attend his rally in the center of the city. In Rotterdam, Schee Baum, a German from Berlin who seems to speak perfect Dutch led another rally, calling to his near 136,000 people.

Both leaders spoke of the same message. They brought the 'good word' of a new 'Revolutionary Government for the people', as they said. They called for the people to 'unite' and establish a government that would truly serve its people fittingly, sources say.

While it is unclear the details of De Fries' background, Baum is a known enemy of the German state who has been running from Germany for quite some time, sources say. He has also been granted asylum by Prime Minister Maartens.

Pundits that disagree with Maartens say that he is 'merely trying to quiet the inevitable' with his granting of asylum to this rebel from Germany. They say that Maartens is trying to gain favor with these revolutionaries by giving their leaders the right to speak.

Others say that he is trying to be peaceful, and that turning over the leader of these Revolutionaries, which recent polls show now number in the millions, is something that would cause great unrest in the Netherlands.

These rallies have been taking place all across the Netherlands for the past month. De Fries is said to be one of the most gifted speakers of our time, and many speak highly of Baum as well. Their main rallying cry is that Maartens has failed in his duty to the Netherlands to put this country in its rightful place at the top of the world where it once was.

There is also some speculation that this situation could turn violent, however De Fries and Baum both deny violent intent.

De Telegraaf

OOC: If you've read 'The Journey' up to this point, then you'll probably figure out that Magan De Fries is the writer of the journal, and Schee Baum is the other character in that story. I plan to continue this for quite some time, and 'The Journey is going to be a collection of Journal entries from De Fries' journal until the day he dies or I get bored of this game and finally come to my sense and leave

Anyway I hope you enjoy what shall become

[Sabioviejo]

OOC: nice story . I would change his name to de Vries. The 'de' is never capatalized, and Fries is not a last name used with 'de', Vries is.

[Centurius]

OOC: nice story . I would change his name to de Vries. The 'de' is never capatalized, and Fries is not a last name used with 'de', Vries is.

OOC: Nice indeed but a small correction to the correction the 'de' just as 'the' is capitalized if it starts a sentence.

[Mergerberger II]

OOC: Damn google to hell!

IC:

Organized Riots in Major Cities

NETHERLANDS - Massive protests of the Dutch Government took place in seven major Dutch cities today, sources say.

The protests were led by recent Revolutionary leaders de Vries and Baum. Last week they called for the people to protest the 'incorrect government' in favor of a new Revolution for the people. They insisted that the people demand of the government the treatment that both they and the Netherlands as a whole deserve.

The protests took place in the cities of Amsterdam, newly rebuilt Utrecht, Dan Haag, Eindhoven, Tilburg, Gronigen, and Rotterdam, the last of which is considered by many to be the 'Heart of the Revolution'. The largest protest was in Rotterdam, where nearly 342,000 people took to the streets in favor of the Revolutionaries. The smallest protest was in Utrecht, where 32,000 people protested Maartens' government.

Magan de Vries was at the front of the protest in Rotterdam calling for the people to bring the Revolution to the government and to the Netherlands. Schee Baum led the protest in Dan Haag. Many observers remarked how similar their policies were.

De Vries' most memorable statement, most said, was "The Revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. We have to make it fall."

The protests are becoming increasingly tense. Maartens has called in National Guard troops to the ten largest cities of the Netherlands, with nearly 20,000 in Rotterdam alone. A total of 37,000 Dutch National Guard troops have been distributed for peacekeeping operations.

When asked about the possibility of the situation becoming violent, de Vries stated that 'Whatever happens is what is best for the Revolution. If that leads to violence, then so be it, but we will have our Revolution."

De Telegraaf

[Razgriz 2K9]

OOC: I'm having strange deja vu vibes? Haven't we've been through this same crap before?

[Mergerberger II]

OOC: I'm having strange deja vu vibes? Haven't we've been through this same crap before?

OOC: What the hell do you think is going to happen?

[Razgriz 2K9]

OOC: Civil War....Final Answer.

Though I'm usually wrong on these....

Still can't shake that feeling though.

Edited September 10, 2009 by Razgriz 2K9

[Mergerberger II]

OOC: I've never properly RP'd a civil war and I wanted to do something new. Why is it any concern of yours how I RP things in my nation? If you think it's repetitive, do what I usually do and don't read it, just ignore it and wait for the outcome.

[Subtleknifewielder]

OOC: I've never properly RP'd a civil war and I wanted to do something new. Why is it any concern of yours how I RP things in my nation? If you think it's repetitive, do what I usually do and don't read it, just ignore it and wait for the outcome.

OOC: Now now, calm down. No one's criticizing your work. Deja vu doesn't necessarliy come from YOUR writing--I myself have mistaken certain RP'ers for other Rp'ers in the past.

[loannes]

Donegan entered the king's office and dropped a stack of reports on the mahogany desk.

"Damn. What's this about?" the king asked dully, sifting through the papers.

"Unrest in the United Netherlands. Most likely in response to us demanding our funds back."

"What?"

"You demanded that aid package back."

"...no I didn't."

"Apparently you did."

"...Not cool, pretty sure I didn't. I need to look into this."

**Public Statement**

"We hope the Dutch protesters will remain peaceful."

[Razgriz 2K9]

OOC: i'm not criticizing your work, I'm just saying I have a feeling that something similar has happened. If you're going to try something new, then I'd be happy to read it.

[Mergerberger II]

Stand-Off in Amsterdam

AMSTERDAM - A stand off two days ago in Amsterdam between Revolutionary forces under the guidance of de Vries, and a National Guard force of some 1,000 soldiers of the Government escalated into a full-scale violent riot, sources say.

This stand off escalated so far as both sides were armed, and one side, it has not been yet determined which, shot a round, presumably by accident, and the National Guard troops opened fire on the protestors, killing 43 protestors and injuring some 114 more, of whom 23 are in critical condition. The protestors fired back at the National Guard troops, killing two and injuring three.

These events, dubbed by Revolutionaries as the 'Tuesday Massacre', have triggered many other violent riots in Dutch cities in the last couple of days, killing 40 National Guard troops and near 1,300 civilians. Revolutionary leaders have called this a 'moral outrage' and have declared that 'the leaders of this nation have truly betrayed their people.'

Schee Baum was imprisoned by National Guard troops in Rotterdam for the incidents, and a warrant is currently out for the arrest of Magan de Vries, the other Revolutionary leader. It is unclear what will become of either.

Recent polls show that the Revolutionary Party has gained massive momentum in the last couple of months, with sympathy towards the Revolution now up to 38% of the population. Those unsure currently make up 47% of the population, and those that favor the government are the remainder.

De Vries stated in a speech yesterday that the people must rise up against their government, which has now betrayed the Dutch people. He stated that it is now clear that the government will not listen to reason and peaceful protests, but now the Revolutionaries must fight fire with fire.

Analysts have stated that it is very likely that violence will escalate to an all-time high not seen in the Netherlands since the chaos following the collapse of Wästerdyskreich. Victory in this matter is unclear in that it is not clear who has the advantage.

Revolutionary leaders have stated that they 'will not stop until victory is attained.' The motto of the Revolutionary Party has also become 'Always Until Victory'.

De Telegraaf

[Mergerberger II]

"Is it a revolt?"

"No, it is a Revolution."

It had been some two weeks since the Battle of Amsterdam, the spark that finally set off this massive revolt against the government of the country. The Revolution had in that time become more and more powerful, even some of those in the military had come to lay down their lives for those leaders that preached freedom. They had switched sides, and yet their purpose was the same. They betrayed their old government, and if the Republican forces somehow won, half the country would be tried for treason and executed.

A man lay behind a rosebush, clutching his rifle and digging his black rubber boots into the mud, trying to somehow obtain a footing. The rain poured down upon him and the field had become a marsh, fit for none but the snakes and the dead. His jacket, once a dark tan color, now ruined by the mud, had become brown. On his head he wore a simple cap for no purpose other than to keep the rain from his bald head. His pants were waterproof, and the only part of him that was. They, too, had been drowned in the mud, covered in a dark brown color that meshed with the camouflage color that had been there before the war started, and he had used them for fishing. His shirt remained, by some miracle, white, though it was covered entirely by his jacket. His gloves were stained red with blood, and they shook with his hands as they clutched his gun.

The gray sky above crackled with thunder and lighting shone across the land in a bright white flash. The rain began to come down harder than it had, even in the six days it had been raining consecutively. The streams had become rivers and the rivers had become lakes. The lakes became oceans. Three days earlier, two dams had broken, flooding the countryside in Holland. This along with the rain had made the country that had just three weeks prior been one of the most beautiful in the world a dreary wasteland of floodwater, puddles, and mud. In the distance could be heard the sounds of cannons firing shells that destroyed more children than soldiers. Remotely could be heard the sound of planes swooping over land and bombing open fields. No longer could be heard the missile strikes: both sides had run out of missiles within three days of the Battle of Amsterdam.

He turned his head slowly as to not be caught by the enemy's eye, and stared through the bush, out over the plain. He could not see much beyond the machine gun post that fired every now and then, though whether it actually hit anything beyond mere forestry was something he didn't know. Behind him there was a forest, and within that forest, he was certain, were more of his comrades, fighting for this revolution, and some guy named for the Friesland that he thought was inspiring. The machine gun fired at something somewhere across the field, and he rolled to his left and onto his stomach, just poking out of the bush to get a better look at the field in front of him. A branch cracked to his left, and he quickly moved and pointed his rifle. A man quickly came into view.

He wore simple clothes, like the other. His jacket, once a light gray jacket, was now too stained with mud, and his pants had not changed their color, for they had already been a dark brown before this battle. His face was blackened from powder, and he wore no cap on his head. The water from above streamed through his long black hair and down his face, smearing the charcoal color and making streaks. The gray water dripped onto his jacket, staining it a black color amongst the brown of mud. He held in his hand a simple hunting rifle, made for killing deer, not men, yet he insisted that it would indeed achieve its goal regardless of its target. His eyes remained blue, and unlike the man on the ground, the whites of his eyes remained pure white, while the man on the ground possessed eyes redder than the setting sun, or so he thought. He had not seen the sun in ten days.

The thunder clapped again in the sky, and the man dove into the puddle of mud that the other lay in. He looked at the man to his right, and began to speak in a whisper lower than the sound of grass as it blows in the wind. "I am Stefan. I'm from Utrecht and there hasn't been nothin' in my stomach for six days. You got any food?" The first man, whose name was Maarten, stated his name and handed the man a piece of bread from the sack on his back. Lighting flashed again, and as Maarten blinked, he saw a hole form in front of him, and just after a shot rang out in the distance. He jumped upward, and began to sprint to his right, to behind a far thicker patch of bushes that would provide him the cover he needed. As he ran, another shot came in the distance, and his cap flew to his right, towards the forest. It landed softly in a puddle of grass and dirt on the ground.

He dove behind another bush as another shot grazed his leg and ripped his pants, however it did not touch the thigh itself. He crawled on the ground slowly further into the bushes as he heard the machine gun stop firing for a curious amount of time. He realized what was happening, and now knew there were two choices. To his right was the forest, and he did not honestly know what lay beyond the couple of trees he could see. To his left was the field that was being fought over, and in the center, the machine gun post, which now was turning towards his position. He figured for a moment that the sniper that had shot at him three times had radioed his position to the outpost. He then made his decision. He turned to his left, and crawled through a thin part of the bush, and moved his rifle so that the sight lined up with the machine gun on the other side of the clearing. He could see the barrel of the gun now pointed at him, however they seemed to wait for just a moment, perhaps to confirm his position with the sniper. Maarten fired his rifle, and the gunner fired his. However the gunner shot only once, then the barrel shot upwards into the sky and drifted to its right, aimed at the other side of the clearing in an awkward position.

Another shot rang out in the distance, now it sounded as if it was a hundred yards in front of him, however he was not so lucky this time. The bullet came closer to him, this time grazing his bald head, drawing blood as it did. He rolled backwards into the bushes and to the other side, clutching the top of his head and grunting in pain. He clenched his head hard, and blood oozed slowly out of it and onto his already reddened gloves. The liquid was soaked into his gloves, and he slowly became used to the pain of his head, as another bullet hit the tree that was now just to his left as he lay on his back. He opened his eyes, now feeling some relief from the anguish of the shot that had come before. Another shot came and hit the tree in a lower place, now even closer to where he was. He looked at the tree as he removed his hand from his head. He grabbed his rifle again, and one more shot rang out, though this one did not hit him either.

A brief pause in the shooting told Maarten all he needed to know. He quickly rolled over and crawled back into the bush taking up his rifle and he began to search the other side of the clearing. From his pack he quickly withdrew his scope, and fixed it to the top of his rifle, and again searched the other side of the clearing. There was nothing. There was naught but dead bodies that lay on the ground, he was certain of it. It occurred to him then that just maybe this man firing at him was in a tree. He moved his sight left across the clearing, yet saw nothing, and then back right again, again nothing. He determined to move left one more time, and in a tree he caught the shimmer of a rifle as it was being raised. Thunder clapped overhead and the rain began to come down harder. Maarten pulled his trigger as the gun opposite him moved up to his rival's face. From his barrel there charged a bullet, which whizzed through the air after it made an awful sound loud enough to be heard for probably a thousand yards. The bullet moved in a straight line, upwards away from the earth. As the man across the field prepared to pull his trigger, the glass in his scope broke, and through it came a piece of lead. The lead went through his eye and into his head, through it, as he pulled his trigger. The force of the bullet pulled his body backwards, and his rifle shot, but the round did not come near Maarten.

Through his scope, he saw the body fall to the ground, and Maarten was satisfied. The rifle fell upon the body a couple of seconds later and Maarten was now certain that his rival was dead. The clearing now sat in an eerie silence. Maarten remembered Stefan to his left, and he looked. The man now lay where Maarten had lay just a minute before, but in a bloody pool. His eyes were open still, and one was now bright red with blood. In his back were five bullet wounds, from the machine gun. His hands were open, though his fingers were just slightly bent. His head was elevated slightly, laying against the strongest part of the bush. The piece of bread Maarten had given him lay in his hand.

With the field now silent, he moved now in a crouch across the small space between the set of bushes he had taken cover behind. He took from the dead man's hand the piece of bread, of which there was only one bite missing, something that Maarten could now see in the dead man's open mouth. Maarten picked up Stefan slightly, laid him down and closed his eyes. He closed Stefan's mouth, and crossed his arms onto his chest. Maarten took one last look at Stefan, and then went into the man's pack. In there he found three sniper rounds and a magazine that looked like it fit a submachine gun of some form. Maarten stood back up off of his knee and moved back slightly into the woods.

He walked in a circle around the clearing, and he planned to do two things, go through the sniper's bag and then dismantle the machine gun post. It took him near five minutes to reach the other side of the clearing, trudging through the heavy mud, which seemed to go on forever through the ground. His boots sunk two inches with every step, as if the violated earth were trying to take him and make him a part of it. Slowly he made his way through it, attempting to avoid the deeper portions of it, preferring to keep himself above ground rather than half inside of it. He felt the mud slowly seeping into his boots, something that it had not done before and something that he realized he did not like. He began to move his feet faster through the mud, which took more energy, making him far more tired by the time he reached the other side. He was jogging by the time he reached the side of the clearing he had been shooting at, and when he did, he found it just as muddy, if not more so, as his side of the meadow.

About thirty feet in front of him, he saw the body of the dead sniper. Slowly he moved towards it, looking all around the dead man for any signs of more of his enemy's comrades. He saw none, however a squirrel moved through the tree, and scurried on the branch now drenched in blood. The squirrel was gray, but its tail was red at the end, stained with the blood of Maarten's enemy. The animal stopped for a second and looked at Maarten. He studied him, looking at his face and wondering to himself why this man was so covered with mud, wondering why his face seemed so pale and why there was a wound on the top of his head. The squirrel wondered these things not a long time, he picked up an acorn and nibbled on it, then scurried into a hole in the tree. Maarten looked back down at the body, now fifteen feet from him. His boots now sank less in the mud, leaving merely a footprint, not dragging him down into it. As he moved closer, there became a significantly more noticeable red tint to the ground and the water and the mud. Maarten moved now to a foot from the man's side, and reached down to his shin to brush a beetle from his pants. He now felt in his hands the wetness of his gloves, and realized that he should probably take them off so that he could go through the man's things. He stood back up once again, and looked down at his hands to take off his gloves. Below his hands, there was the blurred face of the man whom he had killed. He thought for a moment that he recognized it, and he brought it into focus. His eyes widened, and his brain panicked. He knew the face, indeed. It was his brother.

Maarten stumbled backwards, and hit a tree with the back of his head. His right hand rushed to the back of his head, and in the pit of his stomach he felt a pain far worse than the bump and bruise he received from the tree. He moved his right hand to his face. Certainly it is a dream, he thought. It must be a dream. This can't be true. He rubbed his eyes, but the image did not disappear. He rubbed them again, but still there lay his brother, his face bloodied and his jacket stained. Next to him was the rifle he had received at age ten, Maarten recognized it because he had always wanted one just like it, and when he turned ten, his father bought him one just like it, and now Maarten had just use it to murder his own kin. He collapsed to his knees, then buried his face in the muddy ground. He began to cry, something he had not done for fifteen years. He beat the ground with his fist, and he screamed in anguish, a horrible, blood-curdling scream of horrible pain. His rifle, strung across his back, was thrown to the ground. From his pack he drew a pistol, and put it into his mouth. He pulled the trigger, and a clicking sound was heard, but no shot went off, and Maarten laid there, face-down in the mud, for an amount of time he did not know.

Edited September 20, 2009 by Mergerberger II

[Mergerberger II]

All over the Netherlands, the Revolution gains momentum, and it is bloody momentum. The country is now completely engulfed in a civil war between loyalist forces and Revolutionary forces. The Netherlands have become a dangerous place to live. Loyalist and Revolutionary forces alike cannot tell friend from foe, and many houses are stormed in the hysteria, looking for the enemy, trying to root them out. Though this is mostly Loyalist forces that are storming homes and demanding quarter from their people. Those that deny them quarter are arrested or shot, and those that give it to them find their houses ransacked for food and their money gone.

The Revolution has preached itself the 'Defenders of the People' and points to the Loyalists' war crimes as proof that the government does not care about the people. The Revolutionaries say that the Loyalists simply are afraid to lose their power. And they are. Prime Minister Maartens has panicked. Holed up in his office in Amsterdam while the streets are enveloped in chaos, he has not slept in days. His eyes are bloodshot and his brain murky with lack of sleep. He does not think clearly, yet he is still the Loyalists' leader. He remains the driving force behind them and is the sole reason why 39% of the country remains loyal to him. He is the reason that there is a war at all, and the reason that the Revolutionaries have not won it yet.

Opposite him, de Vries simply gains popularity. He makes speech after speech, and he is always on the front lines. He's been shot twice, yet he has never been to a hospital. He continues to lead the Revolution with such never-ending fury that it is he alone that inspires so much of the young population in the Netherlands. He has gathered a militia of almost two million armed civilians, and they have won countless battles under his direction and command. It is found that he is incredibly intelligent, having attended the University of Amsterdam to the point of obtaining a doctorate in both political and military science.

Yesterday, he and his army marched on Amsterdam, the capital of the Netherlands with his entire force. To the west, his comrade Baum marched on Rotterdam with another 600,000 men. They both of them won overwhelming victories. It is today that Magan de Vries claims himself the leader of the Netherlands...

"Today.... Today is a victory for many. Today brings a day that sees the essence and the epitome of what the people of a nation can do, of what a people can become when they are brought together under a banner. Today is a victory for many people, all of whom remain... alive.

However, today is a defeat for far too many people. More than a million people have been killed in one of the bloodiest conflicts in the history of not only this country, but of the whole of Europe, and none of these people deserved their death, for how can anyone truly 'deserve' a death? How can a living being, someone that has been granted the most glorious gift of life, be deserving of its end or its ruining? I ask you all here today to ask yourselves this question, are we truly justified here? Can our revolution be justified if it takes a single human life from this Earth? Let us all take in a moment of silence and mourn our brothers and sisters lost in this bloody war.

Today, however, stands a victory for this Revolution as the world and this country will see it. We have won this war, yes, and it would appear that we have won the hearts and minds of the people of the Netherlands. We have begun today a new government system, one with out oppression from your government, one without a tyrannical, fearful ruler who thinks nothing of what is beneficial for his country. We have begun today a government of the people, by the people, and for the people. This Revolution was only possible because of the people, and it is for that reason that this country shall remain possible.

It is for this reason, for the benefit of the people of the Netherlands, that I do hereby declare on this day the Revolutionary Synodic Syndicate of the Netherlands. This Union shall be proclaimed throughout all the world as a bastion of prosperity for its people and of freedom. The first Synod of the Netherlands shall convene tomorrow and begin to discuss the Constitution of the Netherlands.

Forever Prosperous, Forever United, Forever One, Forever We Shall Stand Fast. Hail to the Netherlands!"

And so it was done.

[Subtleknifewielder]

"Promised Land recognizes this new government. Let us hope they do not have to stain themselves with more blood to defend their sovereignty."

[JEDCJT]

"Promised Land recognizes this new government. Let us hope they do not have to stain themselves with more blood to defend their sovereignty."

"We agree with Promised Land. New England officially recognizes the new government."

Edited September 25, 2009 by JEDCJT

[loannes]

**In Private**

"Got 'im," Donegan said, dropping a few papers on the king's desk.

"Who was it?"

"Andrey Baikov. Wanted by the State of Azerbaijan for theft of government property, and by the country for the murder of four politicians and attempting to infiltrate Caucasian databases. He's the one that had the money recalled."

"Where is he now?" James asked, flipping through the papers.

"Dead somewhere in Baku with an Azerbaijani policeman's sniper round in his head. On the spot death sentence. He'd been carrying about 1,000,000 new Caucasian Marks in his briefcase, and his car had fifteen pounds of illegal heroin in it. Heroin has been dealt with and the Marks returned to the treasury."

James looked at the TV, where Caucasian International News was doing a report on the Dutch Civil War. "Too late for them, though. Poor !@#$%^&*. So much bloodshed... We'll have to set things right with them."

**Public**

"Caucasia recognizes the new government. We'd like to request a meeting with Magan da Vries, concerning the monetary aid we...withdrew."

-HRH King James I

[Malatose]

Greater Dalmatia officially recognizes the new government.

[Teriethien]

France reaffirms her commitments to the new Dutch government under the terms of the Treaty of Calais.

[Mergerberger II]

**In Private**

"Got 'im," Donegan said, dropping a few papers on the king's desk.

"Who was it?"

"Andrey Baikov. Wanted by the State of Azerbaijan for theft of government property, and by the country for the murder of four politicians and attempting to infiltrate Caucasian databases. He's the one that had the money recalled."

"Where is he now?" James asked, flipping through the papers.

"Dead somewhere in Baku with an Azerbaijani policeman's sniper round in his head. On the spot death sentence. He'd been carrying about 1,000,000 new Caucasian Marks in his briefcase, and his car had fifteen pounds of illegal heroin in it. Heroin has been dealt with and the Marks returned to the treasury."

James looked at the TV, where Caucasian International News was doing a report on the Dutch Civil War. "Too late for them, though. Poor !@#$%^&*. So much bloodshed... We'll have to set things right with them."

**Public**

"Caucasia recognizes the new government. We'd like to request a meeting with Magan da Vries, concerning the monetary aid we...withdrew."

-HRH King James I

Your request is acceptable. Fly a representative to Utrecht.

[loannes]

Your request is acceptable. Fly a representative to Utrecht.

King James flew out from Tbilisi with a score of Liberty Guardsmen. Entering an only-recently stabilized country was still a risk, especially since some viewed Caucasia as the root of the war.

[Mergerberger II]

The King was greeted at a military airport outside Utrecht by an armed guard of 50 National Guard troops. They escorted him by vehicle to a small house in the country side near the Nordheim border. Within the house was waiting Magan de Vries, Prime Minister of the Netherlands.

"What brings you to my humble home?"

[loannes]

The King was greeted at a military airport outside Utrecht by an armed guard of 50 National Guard troops. They escorted him by vehicle to a small house in the country side near the Nordheim border. Within the house was waiting Magan de Vries, Prime Minister of the Netherlands.

"What brings you to my humble home?"

James handed her the folder on Adrey Baikov. "This guy. He's the reason thousands of Dutchmen had to die. I'm here to make amends; it was thought that I ordered the currency back."

[kitex]

"Kitex recognizes this new government and would like to start diplomatic relations ASAP."

[Mergerberger II]

James handed her the folder on Adrey Baikov. "This guy. He's the reason thousands of Dutchmen had to die. I'm here to make amends; it was thought that I ordered the currency back."

"This proved to be a nice scapegoat and a driving force behind the Revolution that has brought the current state to this world. It was because of this man that the people of this country were able to see the weakness of their leaders and their capitalist society, and bring upon the Netherlands a new government of glory for the people of the Netherlands. This man is the reason that the RSSN exists, and this action was one of the most important in Dutch history. I thank him for his ignorance, yet also condemn his arrogance. I don't care what you do with him, and I accept Caucasia's apology."