(OOC: On Friday the leaders of Freiheit are going to meet and decide the fate of what is left of the Otchi. Its going to be like that HBO 'movie' called Conspiracy... where all the nazis had gay british accents... only my naz... i mean germans will have actual german accents!!! ....except... you won't really be able to read the german accents...)
Christoph Denever scoffed to himself. The Otchi had been defeated, and finally he had the chance to convince Faust to slaughter what was left of that disgusting race. The Otchi population went from a little over a million to 250,000 just like that... and surely the world wouldn't care if a little more got shot.
Denever was not a stupid man, he knew that certain members of Faust's cabinet would argue that killing the remaining Otchi was uneccesary, but Denever knew that he could convince that idiot Faust to sign the order. Denever was taught to hate the Otchi at a very young age, participating in his first beating of Otchi men back when he was 13.
Denever had many government jobs, but he had to admit being Direktor of the Sicherheitskräfte was by far his favorite. He had the power to order jailing, beating, or raids on anyone and anything that could possibly cause unrest in Freiheit. Any socialist scum bad-mouthing the government, or anyone out past curfew. Denever got out from behind his desk and decided to look out his office's window.
Lake Moraine was a beautiful place, especially in the summer or spring. His estate had a wonderful view of it, and there weren't any other houses in view. Just his and the lake, maybe a rabbit or the occaisonal fox. Denever's estate was to be the location of the meeting on Friday, and he had much to do in order to prepare for the guests he was soon going to have.
"Sarah dear?" He called to his wife while looking out his studies window.
"Yes Chris honey?" He heard his wife reply from what was probably the kitchen.
"Do we have any Frankish Wine left in the kitchen?" he inquired.
"Yes we have 4 bottles left!" she answered almost immedeatly, confirming his guess that she was in the kitchen.
"Hmmm... I guess that will have to do. You should probably start finding something to wear tomorow... so we don't have another incedent like church today!" he called back.
"Yes dear!"
Christoph Denever scoffed to himself. The Otchi had been defeated, and finally he had the chance to convince Faust to slaughter what was left of that disgusting race. The Otchi population went from a little over a million to 250,000 just like that... and surely the world wouldn't care if a little more got shot.
Denever was not a stupid man, he knew that certain members of Faust's cabinet would argue that killing the remaining Otchi was uneccesary, but Denever knew that he could convince that idiot Faust to sign the order. Denever was taught to hate the Otchi at a very young age, participating in his first beating of Otchi men back when he was 13.
Denever had many government jobs, but he had to admit being Direktor of the Sicherheitskräfte was by far his favorite. He had the power to order jailing, beating, or raids on anyone and anything that could possibly cause unrest in Freiheit. Any socialist scum bad-mouthing the government, or anyone out past curfew. Denever got out from behind his desk and decided to look out his office's window.
Lake Moraine was a beautiful place, especially in the summer or spring. His estate had a wonderful view of it, and there weren't any other houses in view. Just his and the lake, maybe a rabbit or the occaisonal fox. Denever's estate was to be the location of the meeting on Friday, and he had much to do in order to prepare for the guests he was soon going to have.
"Sarah dear?" He called to his wife while looking out his studies window.
"Yes Chris honey?" He heard his wife reply from what was probably the kitchen.
"Do we have any Frankish Wine left in the kitchen?" he inquired.
"Yes we have 4 bottles left!" she answered almost immedeatly, confirming his guess that she was in the kitchen.
"Hmmm... I guess that will have to do. You should probably start finding something to wear tomorow... so we don't have another incedent like church today!" he called back.
"Yes dear!"