human Sowing the Roses- A Candidacy Blossoms

[Suicidium 1295]

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As to minimize the costs of printing,  a single issue is pinned at the Mos Le’ Harmless Cantina noticeboard, a single one on the notice board in Godfrey Square, and finally on the front entrance leading into Caius square. For historical public record in response to the Imperial Election Commission’s pre-election newspaper publishment.


 

 

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TO THE INHABITANTS OF CAROLUSTADT AND THE GREATER IMPERIUM OF MAN
 

For public record, the nomination speech by my person spoken at the city center on the 11th of Sigismund's End, 1686 for the Priorist Party Convention.
 

With the publishment of The Statute of Carolustadt, a lady in a silken dress would have merely hurried along, was it not for the fortune of education and a disposition of heightened curiosity to the state of the world and the fellow man and woman that inhabit it. Were it not for those, even I might have concluded that I simply passed by some other declaration similar to ones that predate it. 
 

My name is Victoria IV Annabella Campenhau-Schöngrunn von Oxenstierna-Mühlen, first descendant of the Lady Mirabella of the Schöngrunn isle in Schweinfurt. Sole daughter of the late Alfred Schöngrunn, steward of Ulmsbottom, and the lady Mirabella Mühlen, thrice removed cousin of the late Giovanni Mühlen, of the long-lost Mühlen lineage.
 

I am a daughter raised in the fire and brimstone of humanity, forged with the noblest of minerals of purity to which this Empire is so wealthy, tempered with the knowledge and classics of the centuries before me, and finally baptized in the struggle that follows at the end of all good things. My father was a fervent speaker for the Canonist cause, my mother a great thinker of reason far beyond the capacity of any common bred woman of lineage, not to question the patriarchy that persists around us and is the foundation of the order of all things natural, but to deepen the thoughts and principles that permeate within, and to hold the principle of adaptation to the highest esteem. Yet, I do not choose to speak for the Holy and be so abashed as to depict myself as able to deem those that are astray from being canonist. 
 

We find Beauty in all things natural, we find it in the flowers grown in gardens, we find it in the skies lit at night, in the melodies sung by birds, on the faces of fair maidens and in the prose and poetry of written word. Beauty is the fairest of virtues associated with kindness, softness, delicateness, sensitivity and adaptability, the proneness to all other virtues. The Dandelion in its simple symmetry, its strong regenerative and reproductive capacity, and above all its survivability.
 

Take the fair human maiden, delicate hands which many crafts could be performed with, a fair oval shaped face with symmetrical beauty, used as a clean canvas of the most glorious painting classics, and a softness of body and disposition of virtues. Take as opposed the bulbous Green-skin, crooked teeth and bulbous nose and forehead. A dreadful stare, lack of emotions, and savagery that has persisted for as long as the good human people can write, with no end in sight to their never adapting ways.
 

The more adaptable and beautiful something is by nature, the more likely does it stand superior to the test of time, mettle, virtue and other such universal measures. Humanity was blessed with the natural state of reason, of adaptability, of free thought unchained by centuries of history, and of free will unchained by centuries of dogma. It is exactly that adaptability and beauty in action that causes humans to be truly the superior race.
 

 

 

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iacta alea est
 

Carolustadt stands as a testament to the glory of the Imperium of Man, and a bastion for the holy and virtuous to guide humankind to greater heights than already achieved. I will, however, find myself disgusted by the level of polarity that has descended and bled into local news, oversensationalizing this election as a theater of entertainment for the masses. 
 

The men and women that died on the 17th of Godfrey’s Triump, 1687, had decades of service to the Imperium and were part of the Arbeiterklasse of humanity, working individuals that have dedicated their lives in paying their dues. I publicly regret that circumstances had let to such grievous consequences leading to their deaths. 
 

The die is being cast today, and regardless of the outcome, my values and duties to humanity and the citizens of this great Empire that I have dedicated my life to remains unchanged and unbroken. I will remain unapologetic to those that would hinge on sympathy to generate attention and influence, and remain steadfast to my values. 
 

Erforsche mich, Gott, und erfahre mein Herz; prüfe mich und erfahre, wie ich's meine,
Victoria 

[Sultan 3953]

The Emperor hears a report of the writing by one of his pages and a single word is uttered from his mouth. “Beautiful.”

[LoLzboi 661]

Siegmund I pauses for a brief moment in Godfey’s Square, his eyes turning to the notice. A small smile would appear on his lips as he moved on.

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

Commodus tears up as he read the piece for he was filled with STRONG EMOTIONS.

[blago 1602]

“I’m with her” states Cassius, a tear falling from his cheek at the beautiful piece.

[Suicidium 1295]

Victoria looked over her timepiece and counted the hours left till voting closes. With an abated breath, she shakes her head gently at the prospect of just eight more hours for citizens to vote, it was going to be a long night. 

(( OOC:Just eight hours to vote! Head to your respective polling location if you have signed up to be a voter!))

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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