Today at Monolith Square in Hollenheim, Gehinnom a parade was hosted to celebrate the birth of a new alliance, and the honor of an exceptional leader to which the OFN owes its existence. Faces were bright, cheers were heard throughout the city square as marching bands filled the air with a disciplined but merry tune.
Before the official ceremonies began, the crowd's attention was directed to the large stage that was built for the occasion. Kaiser Wahnsin stood behind no bulletproof glass, openly addressing the crowd, his sterile white irises scanning the inspired faces before him. His speech emerged firm and coherent, his eyes carrying conviction and severity with every word.
“To the nations of this new covenant, the people of Gehinnom welcome you into our hearts and our streets. We bring together a modest parade in honor of our honorable President, Wreckpro. Without you, this grand experiment could never have existed. It is with your leadership, and your everlasting compassion for the people of your own country, and the nations around you - that we leave your legacy cast in gold. Thank you, I am honored to work with you. As we gather, let us not leave unchanged, as we mingle - do not leave without a piece of someone else. We are in this together, even those who could not be present this day. The future is ours, and while we wait for the dawn to come, there are many wonders of the night to explore. The unknown may be frightening at times, but through unity, transparency, and faith - we may overcome any obstacle. To our friends, we look forward to a prosperous and freeing endeavor. To our enemies - seek the protection of the divine.”
With a nod, the Kaiser stepped down off the stage and out of sight among the rounds of applause. The parade had officially begun.
First, the hosts of the parade, Gehinnom's Grenadierkorps marched down the street in their ceremonial black coat-robes, the sun beaming off the dark reflective lenses of their gas masks. They were stalwart and firm, clearing a ceremonial path for the nations that followed. The Clerics led them, waving iron censers as they bestowed blessings upon the newly formed alliance. Many Warlocks and Shamans dispersed themselves among the marching ranks, as is Gehinnom tradition.
Next, the Oukranian Red Army came marching down the square, the armored legions forming a wall of unwavering protection, a true beacon of strength for the emerging alliance. Overhead soared the Oukranian Air Force, tearing through the sky in a flurry of impressive maneuvers. The crowds cheered them on, young girls throwing flowers to the stoic Oukranian Officers as young boys saluted in awe.
Then came the armies of The Grand Erdan State, veterans of the Great War marched in front, followed closely by the 48th Special Rifle Brigade, and the 1st Salavat Guards Tank Regiment. Through the air, the 4th Airforce Birgade “Iron Devils” flew in precise formation with the 106th Guards Airborne, stirring the clouds into a thin vapor. The ground shook with armor and boots alike, the rumble of tank engines echoing through the valleys and dunes of Gehinnom.
Finally, the United Nation of Soaked marched through the city, officers and enlisted both human and otherwise waved to the crowd, being welcomed in the mysticism-obsessed city of Hollenheim. The resident Clerics from various areas of Gehinnom seemed to be fascinated with Sans' monsters, offering a glimpse no doubt into a particularly mad future of warfare.
Banners and flyers celebrating the birth of the OFN as well as President Wreckpro's inauguration scattered about the city. The cheering crowds and dancing attendees filling the air with a bright hope for the future, while the endless legion of soldiers and armor provided a dark warning to all those who challenged that hopeful tomorrow.
The festivities ended around two o'clock AM, the parade ending without incident. The OFN have a lot of work to do.
