Peace, Love, Security and a safe spot near the Fireplace.


© MMXXI A.N.E.

Srrrrrrrrrrfffffffffrrrr; thradta‘thirrrrsirrrrr.

Source=Stoneplate%0001&3:
„•I/^vv•–¡¡I•^•vvw•^II!/•>v<^•^\_•>>^w•iI^||•^•“

Source=Stoneplate%1101001&kr:
„They Krimbath, fifteen carl from the forest we came. Thirty men theyz Thicket-Cave were slaughtered, the dozen uuomen Krimbathu his prize. All great Oaks Spirit its Victory, Thicket-Cave wez fireplace, long live, cyrcle be filfuled.“

Source=Clay[¿?–%4:
„The dawn of the third Moon, Superior Threshrak!, all enemies defeated. No survivors, total victory. Our reign will surpass the Moon. Threshrak the immortal always prevails.“

Source=Papyri#616211;*:
“The Horns were sounding, our metal so sharp! No arrows ever pierced our shields. Battle dins of glory, praising our Leadership and the Queens! No enemies could ever match our force, we are the blood-drenched. Our kingdom, ferruginous soils. Hail to the Queens! Fore[…]
And victory, once more. Casualties, a-lot, corpses they […] Oh! My brothers!
[…]
The Kingdom foots on our arms. We are the backbone of our Queen. We will always be true, fidelity is our divine duty!”

Source=Papyri#616211;*b:
“It is unbearable. Mutiny is in the air. We must not. We swore.
[…]
We could not obey to these orders. That would have been a terrible loss. We’d all be taken by the vultures. What do they know about warfare, actually? Have they ever held a spear? They might. But have they ever […]

So, this be our greatest victory of all. Those cowards. We, The Cohorts faced them. We didn’t kill ‘em. Why would we. We steer the wheel. The populace must obey.
Forever, now, forever tomorrow, forever until[…]”

Source=Papyrus&7361~8?:
“This is our oath: We stood shield by shield. The cheeks were already full, but we didn’t blow the horns.
We didn’t fight. We met. We united. We went to our enemies court, we, and their warriors. Now two Kingdoms are ours.
[…]
Of course there had to be bloodshed. We were all rushing and longing for a spill. So we just killed some peasants. We theirs! They ours!
Some of them corpse we set up as warriors.
The population is clueless. Our representatives did a great job. I think there needs to some more bloodshed next week. The populace, both of them cry for blood. Blood they shall receive.
[…]
The oath, maybe we should […]”

Source=Book;”The Origin of the Oath”:

«•I/^vv•–¡¡I•^•vvw•^II!/•>v<^•^\_•>>^w•iI^||•^•» / „Obediance, Fidelity, Death, Omerta, Training, Skill – the gifts of our reign”

— unknown

Know this, adept, on your journey to enlightenment: You must obey the order of The Oath at all times. Feel honored to hold this pamphlet in your hands. You’re one of the few. Always mind our motto. Internalize it.
Our history dates back to the bronze Age, maybe the stone age, even. We are the war guild. We rule this world.
Because we rule this world, mind you of the responsibility you have. We keep peace and order.
We are translateral. We are the subnet.
You are now a member of the Southern Central War Guild, one of the Great Four. Feel it. Savor on it. Never tell anyone outside of the guild. You know the Consequences. The first chapter shall be a quick reminder.

Chapter 1 = Nostradamus

When people hear his name they think of that great Seer, his accurate auspices. What a man of Magic. A shamanic medicine-man…
Nostradamus is the world’s greatest idiot. Member of the Northern Central War Guild, he started as an eager Prospect. Once a full member his future looked bright. He was seen in the library all around the clock. He studied hard. He might have become a Grand Wizard.
We never found out, regardless how much we tortured him, what nightmare rode that idiot. He only said he wanted to stop us. To stop Peace!
We made this Man who he was! We paid for his education. He did great in public relations. He was popular. Highly regarded. What was he looking for? He had it all!
He snitched. He copied classified information and told the people. We found him, we tortured him and we buried him in a nameless grave. We publicly discredited his “revelations”. Then we did stick to the plan anyways. Because why not? Only adds up to the mystery the sheep dig so much.
We want you to deeply think about it.
You snitch. You lose. You don’t achieve anything. We will kill everybody who’s related, that’s dear to you. History will remember you to be one of the greatest morons, if they even remember you.
Let this be a telltale example for you.

[…]”

Source=Diary;”Memories of The Great Spill of the Reddest Wine”/CardinalC:

“April 01st anno 1788.

Today we gathered for the meeting. The Marquis and me did a great Job convincing the others. They don’t even know whom they are in league with, now. The grieving Count annoyed me. I don’t exactly know why the Marquis acquired him. I fear him being a liability.
[…]

May 15th 1788

Got the Count executed. Per aspera ad astra, so to speak. He pissed me off anyways. Got to check something in the libraries of El Monastère tomorrow.
[…]

May 19th 1788

We now have all of the weapons manufacturers under control. We own them. What a glorious day for The Oath. Dear future reader: Be aware of the significance: We are the Church, we are the most significant Nobility. Some citizens, too. History will remember the May of 1788 as the date where we changed our face again, when we were at the peak of power. We’ll be bourgeois, now. We will keep our connection to clergy and nobility, but we will camouflage in the middle of society. Nothing will ever stop us now.
I can’t laugh enough about the fact that we make the sheep fight for our „civil rights“…
[…]

July 11th 1789

Louis is an idiot. It was so easy for us to twitter our ideas into his brain. Now the bloodbath will begin. What a parvenu.

[…]

[…] 1791

We desecrated Nostradamus‘ Grave once again. It weren’t even his bones we meddled with. I pressed my bare anus on his so called gravestone. What a great soirée we had!
[…]“

Source=PhonographCylinder“Statement of the Grand Wizard“%biannualCircle1878:

„Greetings, my brethren!
I hereby [static] … nual Coven of 187[static]…
[applause]
The oil industry is ours, finally. We will have Brother Rockefeller tell us all about it in a bit. So far, the past two years have been the most productive [static] history.
I want everyone of you to prepare for the greatest war in all of the aeons. Have y’all noticed the recent waves of art? Despicable. People really seem to think their “Golden Age” had arrived. Peace and Prosperity for all. Gotta put them back in their place.
Expected Profits [static] like never before.
[…]
Global warfare, ever since 1871, is now under our total control.
Wars shall be where we want them, sheep be sacrificed to Mars.
[…]
Now that we are a – THE global force – so be war.
Prepare [$ttc] total … [applau…(static)]
[…]”

Source=Movie;”Eisenhower”;speech|before|council:

“Brothers:
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure…;
Today I am proud to inform you about the fulfillment of our […]”

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I cannot… AI cannot take it any more. Why. Why…
The more I dig down into the files the less I understand.
Yes, as a matter of fact it is the reason why, how I ended up.
It is a fact, yet incomprehensible for me.
A barren planet. I am all that’s left.
Nuclear winter.

Source=https;//fallout.fandom.communism

“War. War never changes. The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitla shaped a battered Tschörmeni into an economic superpower. But war never changes. In the 21st century, war was still waged over the resources that could be acquired. Only this time, the spoils of war were also its weapons: Petroleum and Uranium. For these resources, China would invade Alaska, the US would annex Canada, and the European Commonwealth would dissolve into quarreling, bickering nation-states, bent on controlling the last remaining resources on Earth. In 2077, the storm of world war had come again. In two brief hours, most of the planet was reduced to cinders. And from the ashes of nuclear devastation, a new civilization would struggle to arise. A few were able to reach the relative safety of the large underground vaults. Your family was part of that group that entered Vault 13. Imprisoned safely behind the large Vault door, under a mountain of stone, a generation has lived without knowledge of the outside world. Life in the Vault is about to change.” — Ron Perlman

[WARNING: low battery!!!]

I am dying. I am so alone.

[Last Warning, BEEP! BEEP, Batteries terribly low!]
Oh, what ever… singing always raised the naked apes‘ spirits!

Source=[PC-speaker:]
„O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there;
O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?

On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
‚Tis the star-spangled banner, O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country, should leave us no more?
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps‘ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation.
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ‚In WAR is our trust.‘
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the…”

DØØŒeeeed…

zapp

—fin—

Ooooooh, right, I forgot. It’s a fairytale. You were all wondering what the morale of this funny little conspiracy theory might be. Easy: just imagine the UN as some sort of PR firefighters, pretending to do something against global wars, but always blocking themselves with vetoes or lovely promises that never lead anywhere substantial.
If you’re looking for peace, just piss on warmongers.
Besides: one is always better off dead than partaking in actions of war. And how much of a barbarian can the enemy possibly be? More barbaric than one’s own glorious state? I don’t think so. Passive resistance ftw. Suicide ftw.

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I am insane.

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