A blond haired man is standing behind a podium that has been specially crafted for his tall stature. He is dressed in a colonel's uniform of his nation's country, though colonel is no longer his rank. He waits for the gathered crowds applause to settle down. As the noise settles, he forces a slight cough to clear his throat. "Thank you for appearing here today. It is with great pleasure that I, Napoleon II, Emperor of the French, have been honored to pass on this award known for the Best Character Writer of the Week. Though I would like to keep this award for longer, it is a tradition that it must be passed on every week. And thus, I am here to honor that tradition."
The crowd cheered, eagerly anticipating the announcement of the new bearer of the award. A haggardly looking man, whose clothes greatly contrasted with those of the Emperor spoke up. "I believe I am quite deserving of the award oh great Emperor of the Frog," he bellowed loudly. The crowd gasped in unison, horrified that there beloved Emperor would be called by a disgraceful nickname.
The Emperor's eyes turned to the man, who he had seen just a few days before along the border between the French Empire and the nations of the Benelux. "Quite unfortunate that we meet again, Brother Jacobs, as I thought my troops had dispatched of you."
"They tried their best, my sick Frog, however the great Brother Jacobs cannot be dispatched of. You may kill the soul, but you cannot kill the idea," Brother Jacobs said with a wide grin on his face.
"You should know as well as I, Brother Jacobs, that the rules clearly state this award cannot be passed so easily to the same person again. It is my honor to announce that the next Best Character Writer of the Week is My..."
"NO! NO! NO! Rules are meant to be broken my liege, can you not help an old man who is down on his time?" Brother Jacobs lowered his body to the cobbled stones and began to beg. The crowd had made way for the haggard man, out of respect or because of his overwhelming stench was the question though.
Emperor Napoleon II nodded at the statement by Brother Jacobs. "I agree rules are meant to be broken under certain circumstances, just like old men who are disillusioned and beyond their times are meant to be placed in the asylum until their death. Guards, take him away!" The guards were not eager to take away the man, because as they neared him his smell was vile; however orders were orders.
After the forceful exit of the un-welcomed guest, the Emperor continued his speech. "It is with great honor that I pass the award to Myth for his writings known as
Explorations in Strategy: Italy at War. Congratulations!"
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I hope you guys enjoyed my two speeches about this award.
It may be a little early for the award (it is still technically Saturday here when writing this); however before I forgot, I wanted to pass along the award. Over the past few days, I've been reading quite a few different works and really one stood out to me. It was Myth's work with Italy in HOI3. Mostly because his well detailed descriptions of events and the little tidbits about Mussolini.
Again, congratulations Myth, it is a well deserved award!