Posts from Мафия 6. The Will of Swamps

This is a struggle of an organized minority against an unorganized majority. Therefore, to level the playing field, the unorganized majority must somehow get organized... or rally around a leader.

The Emperor

You've gathered 'round my throne in good time,
I can gladden the assembly:
The stars of heaven are favorable to us
And promise us success.
But is it truly necessary to deliberate
And spoil with boredom and annoyance
The preparations for the masquerade?
That is what I fail to understand.
But since you've decided to convene,
I shall overcome my reluctance
And listen. So be it.

The Chancellor

The most radiant virtue
Crowns the emperor. He alone,
Master of supreme justice,
Upholds right and law.
He alone creates justice in this world,
For which people so long wait and pray.
Alas, it is all in vain! What use
Is a soul without malice, a broad mind,
A hand ready to act and the will,
When in a fever of evil and self-will
A sick kingdom tosses in delirium
And breeds calamity after calamity?
Just look out of the palace window,
The country will appear as a heavy sleep.
Everything you can survey with your eye
Is in a deep decline,
Abandoned to lawlessness and vice.
One has stolen cattle, another sleeps with another's wife,
Sacrilegious men drag utensils from the church,
Criminals do not fear retribution
And even boast of their guilt.
In court, the plaintiffs stand trembling.
The judge sits on high,
And nearby the waves of rebellion
Grow and sow destruction.
But where all are proud of debauchery,
Having confused all concepts,
There the righteous will be guilty,
And the guilty will be right.
Nothing sacred remains.
Everyone has scattered and pulls apart.
The foundations are shaking,
Upon which everything was built.
And the honest man grows weak,
Thus everything around is corrupted.
When the judge dares not punish,
He is in league with the criminal.
(After some silence.)
I have described the matter gloomily,
But the collapse is even gloomier.
When, feuding among themselves,
All seek whom to attack,
The imperial power
Must become the prey of plunder.

The Commander of Military Forces

There is no longer a peaceful refuge,
Everywhere are strife and turmoil,
A cruel struggle is needed,
But the supreme power is weak.
The burghers within the city walls
And the knight in the fortress among the mountains
Stay hidden in ambush,
Offering us resistance.

The Treasurer

The end has come for allied contributions.
And with no pump whatsoever
Can money now be pumped into the treasury.
The flow of poll taxes has dried up,
Everyone for themselves, every man a master.
All desire to become richer,
A padlock hangs on every door,
But our chest is empty.



The Emperor
(after some reflection)

And you have no complaints, jester?

Neira, it doesn't say whether he surfaced or not. Those were Kyle's arguments.

Honestly, I'm afraid that the NNV will happen again:(