Shireroth

Kanzler Octavius von Kaikias adjusted his exquisite moustache, then donned his pickelhaube. All in good order, he thought, as he inspected himself in his mirror.

Kanzler von Kaikias entered the war room. Surrounding him were the bulk of the General Staff. Before them, dominating the table, was a map of Europe. "Gentlemen... let's get started."

G. A. Kernhead, 1st Earl of Fulham, Prime Minister of Her Majesty's Government.

"Mr Speaker, it is with a veritable mixture, a sincere potion of emotions with which I now address the House. Potent a mixture it may be, it was not without sweat in the making, and will not be without joy in the consuming. For today I must solemnly announce that we are now at a state of war with factions within Europe, and I can also proudly affirm the House of the swift resolution of all conflicts and a striking victory for Great Britain!" Loud cheering from both sides of the House. "Of course this is not a course of action to be taken lightly. There is no greater burthen that this country can hope to bear than the strains that war will place upon it. Our fields will be ploughed harder than ever before; our fighting men will be asked to fight foreign nations on unfamiliar soil; our leaders will be forced to make hard decisions in the coming years. But do not forget that our government has been granted its right to govern by Her Majesty the Queen, who in turn has been given her providential rights from God Himself. England is a blessed land, and we will not fail!"