Istkalen Information Service: Filth from Awakening
The Republic of Istkalen presents this to the people to reveal the true insanity of the Northern Radio. This filth was in one of their horrid magazines, "Awakening," which claims to help people attain political consciousness but in reality buries them, most of whom are already buried, under steaming piles of nonsense.
Read and laugh. Let us not take these insane ramblings seriously, but instead let them show how deranged the Northern Radio is, so that they may be revealed for the charlatans and lunatics they are.
On the 25th of June, long ago, the Copalan people woke up in shadow. The sun had been blotted out; hope was gone. The Reitzmic state had banned them, had, through decree, wiped them from legal existence. They were already dead, from the moment that that day dawned; there was no escape.
Old, young, it did not make a difference to the unthinking automatons of the Reitzmic army. Nicoleizians, Inquistan Orthodox, Haaneans - all alike were dragged from their homes and forced into buses. They did not know where they were going, they did not know what would be done with them. Such is the nature of midnight decrees, made in cover of darkness.
Secret image taken on the morning of the 25th of June, depicting the deportation of innocent Copalans to the New Saint Regina Internment Camp by members of the evil Reitzmic military.
In the months previous, there had been a graduaeescalation. The teachers in the schools were fired, and new ones direct from the Center, the Interior, were brought in to force Korean culture and Reitzmic political ideas on the innocent youth of Copala City. No longer was culture celebrated; only Reitzmag prevailed. Reitzmag now, Reitzmag then, Reitzmag forever, that was what it was.
It was a concerted attempt to snuff out Copalan culture. Copala could not prevail, there was only Reitzmag. For the glory of Reitzmag, Copala must die, and they accomplished that. They killed Copala. They sent its youth to die in war, brainwashed its people into forgetting their roots and becoming eternally faithful to their King, who they knew loved them eternally and with which they would repay him with eternal loyalty and service.
But the Copalans resisted, even as the insidious Reitzmic ideas slithered their way through their brains, corrupting them slowly, turning them against themselves. The Copalans resisted as their minds were taken from them by a supernatural force, resisted until finally the Reitzmic monster had eaten and consumed them, and all they were was but mush, excrement. And for that, they were driven away to a place where they would be broken down fully, turned into automatons themselves, lobotomized and going about life without thought, only with total obedience.
The trip to the internment camp where they would meet the end of their lives took three to five hours. Three to five hours on winding roads, going up and down, winding, bumpy roads, the bright summer sun shining down, the buses, overcrowded, stuffed to the brim with Nicoleizians and Inquistan Orthodox and others, less than cattle to the Reitzmic snakes, getting hotter and hotter. No food, no possessions but what could be hurriedly fit into a small backpack. No idea of what the destination would be, only the wide Reitzmic plains expanding on forever, a narrow strip of black before them leading beyond the horizon into further road, further plain, hills, plain, hills, plain....
Many collapsed. There was no water, and so much heat, and it was so crowded, people standing shoulder to shoulder, face to face, breathing on each other, trying to lean away but failing to. A crush; people sitting on each other. Someone fallen down on the floor, the limp, pale body surrounded by feet next to each other. Less room for everyone. Too much, too much, too much.
They would never reach civilization. Exhausted, they would stumble out before a great building, placed in the middle of wide plains, uninhabitable, marched to a fenced enclosure, and kept there.
Processing facility for new inmates at the New Saint Regina Internment Camp
Secret image depicted what is believed to be the enclosure in which Copalans were kept.
They could not leave; they would be shot if they did. They received no food, no water, no shelter. For three days did each batch of Copalans stay there; many collapsed there, of the heat, of the exposure, of many other things. The Reitzmics did not care. Eventually they were moved to another part of the internment camp.
Secret image depicting lodgings for approved emigrants, for Inquistan Orthodox.
Alleged lodgings for non-Inquistan Orthodox approved emigrants
THey were divded into approved - those who had become fully Reitzmic - and unapproved. The unapproved were kept with the approved for a few days, but outside; they were then moved back to the enclosure. Some were allowed to return; the fate of the others is unknown.
The approved took lessons - political and cultural reeducation lessons - here for two weeks, living on little. It was a camp for them, said the Reitzmics, to prepare them for New Anastasia City. A gift from the King to them. They should be grateful. It was here that many fell out. They were sent back to the enclosure, or made to stay a little longer.
Those who were trusted by the state were allowed to proceed. They were then sent to an airstrip to be taken to the United Duchies.
Alleged image of the airstrip "terminal"
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Citizens, do you see this? Citizens, do you understand what happened here? It is the strategy of the Reitzmic regime for subjugating their colonies! It is the strategy that is being applied to us now!
Do you not see it? they have already locked down our country, they have already begun their infiltration into our minds with their witchy, serpent powers! It has begun, and now it cannot be stopped! They will force us all into camps, we too weak because of their incantations and serpent deviousness! We must overcome serpent spells! We must overcome serpent magic! We are humans, we have been given dominion over the serpents and the wolves who torture us constantly! We can strike them down with the magic of the Supreme Being, with which we are all imbued but do not know due to the illusions and spells of the serpents and the terrible efforts of the wolves.
Was it not said in the Book? "Lo, and there I saw, the shining cross on the hill struck by the moon; and great streams of blood issued from the ground, For it was written that the dark earth would turn red and shining when the fire of evil destroyed itself. The priests of Jevad screamed, for in their evil actions they had condemned themselves, and thus they turned, each, into serpent. Fourteen serpents issued from where the priests of Jevad were standing, their robes struck by the light of the moon and turned to sackcloth, falling on the ground wet with blood and themselves wetted, so that they were made red and wet. And the serpents slithered, ho, across the wettened ground, and themselves became wettened with the blood of the earth; and they were red, as it was written. The cross itself became two serpents, which were bound to each other by a bright rope; and bound they did remain because of the light of the moon. And thus the serpents became bound by the blood of the earth, and the great Supreme Being pronounced holy judgement. Let us rejoice!"
It is clear that the prophecies are revealing themselves, by the grace of the Supreme Being. The Reitzmics and Vards are turned to their true forms, of serpent and wolf, by their own works reflected by that concentration of their activities, and they are left bound to carnality and forced into an eternal and torturous cycle.
Let us rise up, ho, and defeat the serpents and the wolves for the final victory of the nation, so that we may be freed completely and totally, becoming the light and removing the shadow which proceeds from the darkness.
