Origin Stories: The Globalist
- Not to be confused with The Globalist (story)
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| Origin Stories: The Globalist | |
|---|---|
| Author | Munijoch Historical Society |
| Country | All over Antarctica |
| Language | English |
| Genre | Creative non-fiction |
| Publisher | Munijoch Historical Society |
| Media type | Book |
| Preceded by | Lost in Time |
| Followed by | Second Munijoch Civil War |
Origin Stories: The Globalist is a story about the rise of Munijoch's current President, The Globalist. Told from a revolving third and first person point of view, the story is meant to shed light on the accomplishments of the Globalist, as well as the little history that is known about him.
Prologue: Killed By Machines[edit]
The REAPERS flew through the air with silence, a tranquil hum and soft roar from their engines as they rocketed from the Vanguard Headquarters toward Mt. Graxxar. Their matte finish and sharp edges complimented their aggressive styling, almost cutting the air. There were fifteen total, flying in sync in a V-formation. As soon as they approached Mt. Graxxar, they broke off and cloaked themselves to avoid being immediately shot down. A quick reconnaissance revealed that the mountain was crawling with WhiteBlood agents, as well as weaponry, stolen PULSE machinery, and other assorted things. He had two options: bomb them relentlessly and risk being disabled or send them down and destroy everything in a 10 mile radius.
He chose the latter.
???: Initiate Code: Delta Charlie Alpha Dash One One Seven.
The program asked for confirmation, to which he confirmed.
At once, the REAPERS' lights shone a dark red and nosedived toward the mountain at breakneck speed, removing all stops from the engine and crashing down to the mountain. The payload and engines exploded in a terrific blue light, the warmth of warfare coalescing in that one moment to a sense of delight and excitement. The desperate shrieks of fear overcome by the rumble of the explosion shaking the ground, a cloud of debris emerging from the mountain. While the mountain itself withstood the blast, everything inside, excluding The Infinite Engine, was vaporized. The shock wave was felt as far north as the Ninja Archipelago as the might of PULSE and Munijoch was shown against it's most ingrained enemy.
???: My work here is done.
As he walked out of the room, the defeated bodies of armed WhiteBlood insurgents he assassinated strewn around him, he exited the lone building and into a waiting car for him. Glancing around, he closed the door and put on a hoodie.
???: Does Isaac know of the blast?
Driver: Yes, and he would like to inform you that he's pleased with the result.
???: Heh, anymore pleased than me and he'd be labeled crazy.
Driver: Of course, sir. You know, you're oddly spy-like for a former soldier. How did you ever get that way?
???: That, my friend, is for another time.
But secretly, he thought to himself. How did he get this way? Was there a reason why he became reclusive and almost to the point of total concealment?
He stood upon the stage, accepting the title of President of Munijoch. He purposefully concealed himself in front of the crowd, making sure that no one could see him from any angle. It wasn't a fear of seeing him, rather, it's fear of seeing who he isn't. People spoke of him in high regard, almost as if he is the only one that can bring this country up to the standards of today. He walked up to the podium, prepared to give a customary commencement speech to the masses.
The Globalist: The world will know our name. They will know that we are not afraid of their petty remarks or insults. They will know us for either our brutality or our compassion. We won't accept our role as a minuscule nation for much longer. We will unite the world under our banner, be it through peace or through annihilation. I am not afraid to stand up for us as a whole, and you shouldn't be either. We fought for our democracy, and the fight for our representation on the world stage has just begun. Let no one tell you what to do, and lets have them listen to us!
Audience: Hooray for The Globalist! Hail to the Chief!
The Globalist: Thank you for your compassion. Citizens like you bring a smile to my face. As President, my first order of business is to ensure that you all are happy, and that you have a safe rest of the day. Long Live Munijoch!
He got off the stage, making sure his smile was still apparent and that he appeared happy to others. He reached his convoy and stepped inside his car. He picked up a call from one of his advisers and began to speak with him.
The Globalist: These citizens are all sheep, and Joseph was the only one that could properly lead them. I have shoes to fill, now, don't I? Hopefully, a wolf can also lead sheep.
Chapter One: Revere Silence[edit]
I was left alone often when I was little in the mainland. My parents had other things to do. I recall my father telling me often that I wasn't good enough to qualify for his attention, while my brother and sister got everything they ever asked for. Oftentimes, I went without in an effort to appease my parents in hope that they would actually care and provide me. Oftentimes, that didn't work.
So, in turn, I sat in my room, quietly reading my many books. When I read, I felt like the words transported me to another world; a dimension of joy, love, and care, as if I was the one that was receiving them. What I hated most about books, however, is how abrupt they are in their endings. It left you with a craving for more, and I grew to abhor the end of all things, it left you feeling empty, after all. That was, however, until I found out about the wonders of warfare: theoretically, you control when it can end. It was in that moment that I fell in love with war and all things pertaining to it.
When I was 10, we moved to Munijoch after my father obtained a government position there as the Head Consular of the Military, fancy talk for Major. We often discussed of how much of a better life we'll be having once we move there, and that nothing could possibly keep us from having a better life. That is, until only a month later, he was tried for bribery, treason, and in turn, executed by the same military he led. I always found it ironic that he would do something like that when he always told us to stray away from that sort of behavior. Dead men can't tell any tales now, can they? So, I guess I'll never know his intentions.
