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10 AM, New Roman Time. The Palace of Emperor Charlemagne II.
The conference room is universally known for being a place of, well, conferences. Discussion and game plans almost always take place in one of these rooms. But this conference room, despite being full of the Emperors right hand men, ministers, and officer working hands, there was not a single noise to be heard, all but the ticking of the old world clock. For another agonizing 30 seconds, the ministers and the Emperor sat at the conference table in silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the Emperor said "You may breathe."
All at once, the ministers, the right hand men gasped for breathe. Their lungs burning from the Emperors so called "Breathing Exercise", a loyalty test to weed out the weak spirited.
The Emperor looked around the room at his breathless ministers, and points to one at the end of the table at his Minister of Railways. "He let go first. Take him away." Two guards enter the room and drag the screaming minister out of the room, followed by a very loud, not so subtle BANG. The others escaped the wrath of the Emperor. For now.
The Emperor looked around, satisfied with the results of today's loyalty test, and asked the Minister of Economics to start the meeting. The minister stood up with the notes he had on the desk in front of him and began to read. "I, Minister of Economics, herby call this day's meeting with the blessing of his Holy Emperor, Savior of Italia, Conqueror of New Rome, Emperor of New Rome, Builder of Rome, Rightful Heir of Charlemagne, Rightful Owner of the Barbarian City of Paris, Emperor of Iberia, Inventor of the Electric Train, The All Knowing Pope of All of Earth, Protector from All Things That Would Otherwise Harm The People Of Charlemagne..."
The titles of the Emperor always took up to 10 whole minutes to state, and the clock ever so quietly, ticked closer to midnight.
The conference room is universally known for being a place of, well, conferences. Discussion and game plans almost always take place in one of these rooms. But this conference room, despite being full of the Emperors right hand men, ministers, and officer working hands, there was not a single noise to be heard, all but the ticking of the old world clock. For another agonizing 30 seconds, the ministers and the Emperor sat at the conference table in silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the Emperor said "You may breathe."
All at once, the ministers, the right hand men gasped for breathe. Their lungs burning from the Emperors so called "Breathing Exercise", a loyalty test to weed out the weak spirited.
The Emperor looked around the room at his breathless ministers, and points to one at the end of the table at his Minister of Railways. "He let go first. Take him away." Two guards enter the room and drag the screaming minister out of the room, followed by a very loud, not so subtle BANG. The others escaped the wrath of the Emperor. For now.
The Emperor looked around, satisfied with the results of today's loyalty test, and asked the Minister of Economics to start the meeting. The minister stood up with the notes he had on the desk in front of him and began to read. "I, Minister of Economics, herby call this day's meeting with the blessing of his Holy Emperor, Savior of Italia, Conqueror of New Rome, Emperor of New Rome, Builder of Rome, Rightful Heir of Charlemagne, Rightful Owner of the Barbarian City of Paris, Emperor of Iberia, Inventor of the Electric Train, The All Knowing Pope of All of Earth, Protector from All Things That Would Otherwise Harm The People Of Charlemagne..."
The titles of the Emperor always took up to 10 whole minutes to state, and the clock ever so quietly, ticked closer to midnight.