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GREATER ARKROUGH
CENTRAL LANORTH

"It is with my utmost regret that I have to inform you of this horrible news." Began Queen Arydex I's advisor, Edgar-Avaden Sorth, through a large television that was being watched by the Prime Minister, his military advisors and his political advisors. "The recent news is that His Majesty, The Crown Prince of Lanorth, has passed away from a heart attack, aged quite young. Because of this the Queen has decided to abdicate the throne and hopes to live a normal life, but her children have refused to take the throne from her arms as they want to live with Her Majesty. Everyone who can sit upon the throne has refused the offer, so I cannot tell you television is to continue and what is to happen. This could be the downfall of The Tyronian Monarchy." The hologram turned off.

"Hurrah!" Bellowed the Prime Minister, standing up rather swiftly. "If things to to plan," he said, raising a glass of champagne. "Lanorth can bow down to it's pure Fascist beliefs. Though as you know I shall not rule, the people will suspect I would have wanted this to happen for far too long. I must reign as Prime Minister and I must decide upon my successor, if things to to plan, that is." He then took a sip from his alcoholic drink.

"Indeed, Mr Prime Minister." Said General Volcheck, the Chief of The General Staff of The Tyronian Armed Forces. "I suggest that your political advisor, Mr Merkava, should lead Lanorth. He is a former military commander and knows a lot about the military and politics, I think he shall do fine." Following these words, Mr Merkava stood up and smiled.

"Thank you General, but I cannot, I feel it -". He was cut off by his chief, you might say, the Prime Minister.

"I agree, General! Congratulations Mr Merkava, if Lanorth does turn into a Dictatorship and I do end up Supreme Dictator, I shall resign and pass it onto you." He then patted Merkava's back, as he was standing beside him. They all then sat down.

"Right then, I believe that it is decided." Said Merkava, his eyes slightly wider than normal. "I will soon rule over Lanorth. I look forward to it?" He finished, his smile turning into a nervous smile.

"I do hope that was not a question? I am enjoying being Prime Minister, you will enjoy being a Dictator, for God's sake." Said the Prime Minister, Valarian, chuckling to himself. Merkava chuckled nervously.

"Of course not, Sir." Said Merkava, continuing to laugh nervously.

"I must ask Mr Merkava," began a military advisor who was a firm peace supporter. "Lanorth will remain a peaceful state when you do seize power, or am I wrong?"

"You are correct, Lanorth will remain a peaceful state." Said Merkava, smiling over his glass of champagne that was now placed against his lips.

"Well, that is one thing I am rather pleased about." Said the Prime Minister, sitting back in his seat. Following these words, the room burst into a murmur of agreement.

"Mr Prime Minister, we must ask the Queen to make a speech to the Tyronian announcing her abdication and her formal handing over her leadership, if that makes sense?" Asked Merkava.

"Yes, we should. I have a very easy way of doing that." He took his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. Someone answered. "Hello, Lily. I can call you by your first name now, you are no longer Queen. You have to make a statement making me your successor and you handing over your leadership to me. Do it now please." He nodded. "I will turn the television on now. Thanks, bye now." He hung up and placed his phone on the table. He picked up the remote control for the television and turned it on. It was a statement by Mr Sorth announcing that Lanorth is now in the hands of the Prime Minister. The Prime Minister took out a document from a drawer and began to fill it in, placing Mr Merkava as 'Supreme Dictator' of Lanorth. He signed it and so did Merkava. Lanorth is now a Fascist Dictatorship ruled by Supreme Dictator Merkava, a Fascist Party member.

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