Chronicle:If they conquer Grenedene

"Okay- okay everyone to your seats, sit down will you, sit down!"

The Anchor began walking towards the recording table, his eyes trained on the microphone on it as he slowly moved around his side of the table and sat down, behind him was a simple red screen with the letters RTG displayed on it in Grenedeneish Type, to the left of him was a small classroom sized flag bearing the civil flag of Grenedene, the room outside of this main area, lit by many stage lamps were empty, a camera was pointed forwards at the people sitting at the table, meanwhile, a man sat at a desk off of the set at a table, with him being responsible for ensuring that the whole recording would be understandable on radio.

The Anchor sat up in his chair, putting some papers down on the table, having thoroughly gone through them over and over again, there were three ministers watching this, sitting at a desk staring at him, all of them with expressionless faces, any glimpse of a change to their mannerism being hidden by the darkness which began to encompass the room as the bumbling of a soon-to-begin recording fully hit, people shuffled around, avoiding the direct part of the set as everyone leaned in, the director begining to take his place to the right hand side behind the camera.

Focus, glare, the entire room, every camera and light was moved in a way that best illuminated the man, the audio worker would turn in his chair and give a thumbs up to the director, who would in turn nod.

"Okay people, are we all ready, everyone, give me verbal or nonverbal confirmation please?" the director asked with a condescending tone, gazing across the entire set once more, his eyes landing on the Anchor, going from his jet black hair to his necktie, he would then lean forward in his seat and ask "You, Robert, Ready?"

"Yes, Sir." Robert would supply, putting a smile onto his face as his centered onto the camera.

"Splendid, well let us get a roll on then, yes chaps?" he would ask, not getting a excited answer from anyone in the room, other than simple nods, he would sigh and then would raise his arm, quickly bringing it down at the exact moment the camera would begin rolling.

"Folk of Grenedene, children of the fatherland," he would begin, sweat dripping down his face as he said his lines

"If you are hearing this, your enemies, the enemies of the proletariat, the enemies of Grenedene, have taken, or are on the precipice of taking the city of Eagorm, which has found itself under attack for some time now." Robert's voice would find itself being filled with anger, although of a fake, manufactured brand, it felt realistic enough, it felt exactly as it would have had to been to bring the party to joy.

"We give a salute to the fighters who have taken the steps needed to defend the capital, however we tell the people of Grenedene, you men of Grenedeneish and Tyrdeneish tongues, you men of Brian and Sæn, you men who have decided for decades to stand for what they believe in, for humans rights, for equality, for the rights of all men to statehood and bravery, not to fret, but to prepare."

"The People of Tyrdene, to our information of the closest regard are already planning a rising, the People of Eagorm have already began building civil resistance, on the coast the fishermen are gathering rifles from the allies of the worker, on the mountains the highland men are preparing to rise and follow the flag of labor, across the country we are preparing civil disobedience, we are preparing to fight an open war against them, against the scum of the human race who have made it their mission to deprive us of what we cherish most in the world. Our freedom."

"We know that the Grenedeneish Republican Army are still fighting in massive portions of the nation, and that reserve troops have been given necessary materials to further the expulsion of the enemy in many rural parts of the Republic."

"However, no matter what in any situation, we require, and the people demand that all of us play are parts, while these plants are in set, while everyone knows their place, every man must act, together, at all points, and cohesively as part of the group to bring an end to foreign rule in Grenedene, through civil disobedience of a complete kind, physical means action, and destruction of enemy assets." Robert would pause for around five seconds, as is commanded by the director.

"Not long from now, this radio station will begin adopting and spreading to you the propaganda of the enemy. They will tell you to surrender, They will order you to submit, They will say that we have all fell under their banner, Do not listen to their lies."

"Further orders will come in the next minutes, upon the complete evacuation of this station, the enemy will likely begin to transmit their own propaganda."

"This is Radio & Television Grenedene, if this is our final broadcast, I will say it has been a pleasure. Long live Grenedene, Workers of the World Unite, for you have nothing to use but your chains!"

A few moments of silence would pass, and the radio man would begin playing music, the entire studio would remain still as the lights in the studio began to turn off, the radio would then begin playing the anthem, slowly people would begin moving around set, the camera would turn off, and Robert would turn off his microphone.

He would stand up and everyone in the room would begin bumbling, the director would begin giving orders, crying out "Good job! Good job everyone! Okay, we will now need to send that with the other pre-recordings-"

The man in charge of the audio would take off his headphones, begining to walk over to the director, looking for his next orders, meanwhile, the tune continued to play from his headphones, quiet, almost entirely silent.

"With heads uncovered, swear all, to bear it until we fall,"

"Come dungeons dark, or nooses grim,"

"This song is our parting dream..."