Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24849899-20151105210410/@comment-24849899-20151108044236

"Vait, Markus, before you do zat, let us recite ze anthem." One East Wonderlandian said.

"Right... let's..." Markus said in a deadpan tone.

"You're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not your ancestor!

The way was opened to the posterity I have a vast land. We all sacrifice for you, we supply you with our blood. Oh glorious God, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that, No heathen's hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred Temples. Let us devote our bodies and minds To supporting this East Wonderland for ever. It's our country, our land. A land resplendent with brilliant suns, Becoming another sky or almost a sky. Our unwavering independent nation All Hanss' sacred ancestry All world's good deeds Always stable, forever continue. Our East Wonderland Our Leader. Despite a thousand trials our courage is unshaken. For freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag; For independence is the absolute right of my God-worshipping nation!" -After they recited their countries anthem, the soldier left Markus alone once more... Standing up, he took up his sword once again, and pointed the tip at his self, ready for death at his hand. He thrusted.