The East PacificBoard

It was dark, it was cold, it was quiet. Nothing was visible except for a dim light at the end of the hallway. Oskar Eroberer found himself sweating, his heart was racing. But he stepped forward, and walks to the end of the hallway. He steps out into a large, open area, still completely dark, stepping up a few steps, and onto a stage.

Lights all around the stadium light up to reveal him, a microphone, and thousands upon thousands of people that cheer and clap upon seeing him, soon unifying into a singular chant.

“Honor!”

“Honor!”

“Honor!”

Oskar beams with pride, as the massive crowd chanted his party slogan. Here he was, inside the Staudinger stadium in Teichersberg, the state Capitol of Altmark. Altmark was Oskar’s homestate, and he would see fit that the beginning of his life and the beginning of his greatest accomplishment would happen in the same state.

He waves to the ever louder crowd. He was still in the typical Honor Party garb, but didn’t have a hat and had a green-grey jacket on over his undershirt. He grabs the microphone from it’s holder and looks around at the crowd.

“Folks,” he begins, his twangy German accent and his deep, bellowing voice booming from the microphone, “I’m angry. Angry that we’ve still seen no justice, angry that we’re lead by damned to hell reds, and most certainly angry that we’re still nowhere near close to getting our Honor Back!” The opening statement gets him a massive cheer from the crowd.

“It’s been a while since von Herig was impeached, and the SDP hijacked the position of Chancellor. And what does this socialist asshole do? He’s made the economy worse! He’s increasing our taxes! Can you believe that? Who wants to have to fork over 100 million kroner bank notes that you worked hard to make, just so the socialist can give it to a foreign government?” Allowing the question to hang, the crowd responds with “nobody!”

“Damn right, folks. He’s only increasing regulations on companies that were already barely making a buck, and strangling our economy further. And if you don’t remember, we lost a damn war to reds! So this traitor needs to be booted out of office. This traitor needs to see the our fists right before we knock him clean out! This traitor, needs to see that this country, wants, HONOR!”

Once again, the crowd cheers and starts chanting the party slogan over and over again, before it dies down.

“And so folks, it’s time to bring about the change we have been demanding for years, it’s high time we grab on to the opportunity we have to regain our honor and make sure we never, ever let go this time. It’s time someone finally challenged the establishment and the white bearded fools in our government and make sure that we never, ever fall to their corruption and their idiocy ever again...”

“...so, good people of Ostaria, I am announcing my candidacy for the Office of Chancellor!”

The crowd goes wild, shouts and cries and chants all fill the stadium, as the people rejoice. Oskar would be the man to bring them Honor back, and he was certain that he would do it, no matter what it took and no matter what got in his way. The crowd then starts to chant “Oskar, Oskar, Oskar” over and over again. Oskar loved it, oh how he loved it, relishing in the people chanting his name. He reluctantly waves them down.

“And when we get into the Ruhmes Haus, once we fill up the Capitol, once we throw those red loving fools out on their asses, we can truly bring about the change needed to ensure a thousand years of honor! We’ll get our economy back on track, then we’ll restore the military, then we’ll meet our enemies eye to eye and light them the f*ck up!” The military term was well understood by the populace, and the idea of revenge hit perfectly in the hearts of the crowd, who was cheering and waving flags. “People, I stand here before you with an offer. An offer I don’t see how you can refuse. I am offering to head to Ruhmstead and rid our government of traitors and fools so we can once again see the day when we are on top, when in a world full of eagles, ours is king. If you elect me come that day, then we’ll see Ostaria spread it’s wings higher then it ever has before, and we ain’t ever gonna come down from our place in the sun!”

The crowd once again breaks out into cheers and claps and waving flags ecstatically upon hearing that their country could once again be on top. It was a well known trait of Ostarian’s to be nationalistic and Oskar was no different. If he preached high things for Ostaria and it’s people, then he’d certainly be on top. “God bless you all and have one hell of a night!” He gives the Honor Party salute, the crowd returning it. Then, the crowd and Oskar shout in unison, “HONOR!” More cheers and shouts come from the crowd as a smiling Oskar waves at them and walks off the stage.

Only one more step to go before he would pay back every single debt he owed in full.

Oskar didn’t leave till very late at night. Though he loved interacting with the crowds, he was tired and wanted to get to his motel room without much trouble. Wearing a straw hat, he walks out into the cool, Teichersberg night. A few people pass by, but most of the stadium crowd had left a while ago. He breathes in the air, satisfied that it’s not the muggy humid air of the Capitol.

After walking for a bit, and passing onto the street of his motel, something bumps his leg and he almost trips. Looking down, he sees a ragged, dirty Ostarian Shepherd on the sidewalk, shivering in the night. Gathering himself, Oskar bends down and pet’s the dog. “The hell’s your owner, pal?” The dog just whimpers. “Gone I bet, hardly anyone has the income to feed y’all.” Oskar then puts his arm around the dog and picks it up, and starts heading to the Teichersberg Honor Party office instead of his motel. “I’m sure your smarter then anyone in government,” he says, “let’s get you taken care of than.” Oskar felt honorbound to do plenty of things, hence why he was running for Chancellor, but this seemed like it made the list.