Milarqui
Deity
How far seem to be those times, when I took control of you. It was the year 1901, and things seemed to be fairly easy then.
Then came the many things that would shake us: the World Economic Crash, the war against France and Russia, the appearance of the first movies... I happily joined the European Alliance of Nations (of which I wrote its charter) so that we could work together in our attempt to bring peace to the world. How naïve I was! We should have known that, in this world, certain people are way too war-like to remain in peace.
I celebrated the successes of the best Danish football teams in the European Football Cup. I was happy to see how people liked my best idea, the famed Olympic Games, as it took hold of everyone. Many medals the Danish athletes won in such great events, to the joy of the Danish people. The creation of the Shark Submarines, even though they were built only on small quantities, was our best stroke in the military field.
Other ideas were not as good. The Malling-Hansen Prizes, an attempt to reward those people that worked in the name of science and peace, did not work as well as I had hoped. Our nation was also besieged by ingrates, demanding a mile with their rude manners when I would have been willing to give them two if they had approached me with more diplomacy. The Icelandic people certainly learnt what their rudeness brought to them, and although it might have given us an ally if we hadn't, it was certainly better to leave them to ponder whether it had been an idea to leave the Empire.
In our last years, after the loss of much of the Empire, we were reduced to a couple of islands, Greenland and Nijeria, in which ungratefulness also paved the way when some misguided Nijerians, thinking they were going to be rewarded for it, started to fight those that had been protecting them with their lives. They certainly weren't willing to compromise on a diplomatic way: they behaved like a spoiled child, always demanding something of his caring parents, when they had been doing their best to give him a good life and education. Those Nijerians, paid by the French, will now probably see how their betrayal of their parent will turn them into the slaves of what they thought would be their friends.
And now, 45 years after I started in this game with you, I had to left you, as I knew that our cause for peace, justice and freedom was lost to the evil of the French. However, I really enjoyed that time next to you, and truly hope that, in the future, we might be able to encounter each other again, as old friends, and join once more in this wonderful game named A Brave New World 2.
All hail the Danish Empire!
Al haglvejr den Dansk Empirisk!
Farewell, my friend. And may God have mercy on you.
END.
That's my farewell to the nation I've played for 44 turns. I'm certainly going to miss them, as it was certainly a bit of me after so much work and input put in them, and I can't say I will regret the choices taken at some points in its life.
Now, I hope that my work with Venezuela will not end as badly as the Danish Empire has. (And now, jokes in Spanish!)
OOC: Now, Crezth, you have to recognise that the Danish resistance in Nijeria was a great thorn in your a**e. We certainly resisted against all odds for many years, and in the end you had to resort to paying anti-Danish rebels.