Post by Matt Oliveira on Mar 21, 2007 18:01:32 GMT -5
*Matt is standing in front of a large Canadian flag, wearing an army helmet, with his face in camouflage paint. He stands behind a podium, giving an almost-governmental feel to it.*
Matt: "Men, the battle-lines have been drawn. We have entered the first phase of World War III. Many of you have signed up to this regiment, and I thank you. Many are to come. The United States is growing very large, very quick...now dividing itself into two separate teams. No doubt, two or even three teams will be successfully completed by the first battle. They have great strength, great numbers, and are undoubtedly the leading forces currently."
"This is where we come in. Before our Dominion was even given birth to, the United States has never failed to fire the first shot against us. They've abused us. They've abused us in every shape of the matter. If you aren't with them, you're against them. They want to push us down. They want to repress us. They want to be dominant. They want us to go quietly..."
*Matt starts pounding the podium with his fist.*
"...but by God! If they want to make a fist to our welcoming hand, then I say give them a fight! Give them the fight they want! Give them the violence they are addicted to! Give them the abuse they've served to us! If they want to tatter our flag, then burn theirs! Show them that those happy-go-lucky Canadians they see in movies have a damned dark side! They may have built up professional wrestling, but Canadians perfected it! We are more than lumberjacks! We are more than beer guzzling, French toast-eating pets that live in some damned ice house! America has rained down the punches, and Canada has taken them for FAR TOO LONG!"
*Matt holds up his arm, close-fisted, once and a while pounding of the podium from emotion.*
"We are Canadians! Red is our strength! White is our purity! And we wear the maple leaf over our hearts! Not some token to stitch into a T-shirt! Not an over-used expression! We cannot and WILL NOT have the Americans soil our name! We are open to every race, creed, and colour! Supporters of individualism! We are constantly depicted as terrorists! They don't understand us! They don't WANT to understand us! They think of themselves! Hypocrites! Lies! Ignorance! They don't deserve their pride! You can't buy it! It's not something in the stock market! Not from spilling innocent blood! And if they have the gall to strike us down when we've constantly turned the other cheek!..."
"Then may their spilled blood be RED, their ripped flesh be WHITE, and may their bruises be BLUE! We are Canadians! And the War has just begun!"
*Cheers pour out from the crowd before him, beginning chants of "CAN-A-DA! CAN-A-DA! CAN-A-DA!". The camera cuts out as mat holds up his arm in victory.*
(OOC: The classic Canada vs. US, could be the start of something?)
Matt: "Men, the battle-lines have been drawn. We have entered the first phase of World War III. Many of you have signed up to this regiment, and I thank you. Many are to come. The United States is growing very large, very quick...now dividing itself into two separate teams. No doubt, two or even three teams will be successfully completed by the first battle. They have great strength, great numbers, and are undoubtedly the leading forces currently."
"This is where we come in. Before our Dominion was even given birth to, the United States has never failed to fire the first shot against us. They've abused us. They've abused us in every shape of the matter. If you aren't with them, you're against them. They want to push us down. They want to repress us. They want to be dominant. They want us to go quietly..."
*Matt starts pounding the podium with his fist.*
"...but by God! If they want to make a fist to our welcoming hand, then I say give them a fight! Give them the fight they want! Give them the violence they are addicted to! Give them the abuse they've served to us! If they want to tatter our flag, then burn theirs! Show them that those happy-go-lucky Canadians they see in movies have a damned dark side! They may have built up professional wrestling, but Canadians perfected it! We are more than lumberjacks! We are more than beer guzzling, French toast-eating pets that live in some damned ice house! America has rained down the punches, and Canada has taken them for FAR TOO LONG!"
*Matt holds up his arm, close-fisted, once and a while pounding of the podium from emotion.*
"We are Canadians! Red is our strength! White is our purity! And we wear the maple leaf over our hearts! Not some token to stitch into a T-shirt! Not an over-used expression! We cannot and WILL NOT have the Americans soil our name! We are open to every race, creed, and colour! Supporters of individualism! We are constantly depicted as terrorists! They don't understand us! They don't WANT to understand us! They think of themselves! Hypocrites! Lies! Ignorance! They don't deserve their pride! You can't buy it! It's not something in the stock market! Not from spilling innocent blood! And if they have the gall to strike us down when we've constantly turned the other cheek!..."
"Then may their spilled blood be RED, their ripped flesh be WHITE, and may their bruises be BLUE! We are Canadians! And the War has just begun!"
*Cheers pour out from the crowd before him, beginning chants of "CAN-A-DA! CAN-A-DA! CAN-A-DA!". The camera cuts out as mat holds up his arm in victory.*
(OOC: The classic Canada vs. US, could be the start of something?)
