Fetret the_grand_collapse.1
The Grand Collapse has begun. Political disloyalty had never been this rampant since the time of Çelebi Mehmed, during the first interregnum. Our lands will shatter to pieces if order is not restored.
"Estağfurullah, I will never fathom the profit of taunting … … like this." "It is a game, Salih. Excites the reader, as you are right now, and paves the way to appease new governors in case of a downfall. Vallahi, these people break fast with our blood." Inhaling the fragrance of mint from his nargile brightened its embers, as Salih glanced outside, folding his mecmua. "Downfall of what...whom?"
Any Port in a Storm the_grand_collapse.2
Our subject … is offering its loyalty in exchange for a tribute in these dire times.
The diplomatic papers presented by the Hariciye Nezâreti indicated conspicuous arrogance disguised under royal recognition. Like hyenas encircling a fatally wounded lion, our subjects keep attempting to chew whatever they can while the opportunity is nigh. Upon gazing through the documents, … … closed his eyes and murmured a prayer before making the final decision.
Desperate Measures the_grand_collapse.3
In the search for potential folk leaders to persuade to our side, several options have been presented by operatives.
Ziyâfet-i Hükûmet—or the Government Banquet, in foreign tongue—is when the … gets to show off his grandeur to all important guests. Proficient servants, musicians and cooks from all parts of the world strive to leave a lasting impression in the name of their master. It is also an unmissable opportunity for the invited notables, as they delve into an unspoken war of conveniences.
The Sublime Porte the_grand_collapse.4
Order has been restored, and none shall oppose our right to rule as we have done for centuries. The grand collapse has been averted, and we will reap the fruits of our acumen.
"Ah, how dear thou art, O hope of unborn days— Thou dost free the world from sorrow and despair. Thine is the age of empire; spread might across the earth. May the Almighty guard thy fate from each hidden snare. The deserts once thine are claimed by tyranny's hounds. Rouse, O wounded lion, from this heedless sleep!" —Namık Kemal, "Ode to Freedom"
The Grand Collapse the_grand_collapse.5
Chaos has emerged from every corner of our nation. Being reduced to our mainland, it is now impossible to stop the spiral of revolution all around us. We must move on.
"As all things, death and decay are the ultimate endings, son. Graveyards are filled with folk who were once ambitious and vigorous for the temporary, now they are being watched over by a keeper. Such is the destiny of nations once built by those under the dirt, desperately beautified by the living. The keeper, too, will join them soon as nothing lasts." "Nothing?" "Except Him."
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