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It was the start to a speech that would change Dainn's life forever. It was rare for the Kaiser to give a speech outside of his birthday or during "Foundation day", especially on the radio. But the war against the reindeer has lasted just over four years now, things were getting desperate.

We has't 'rd'r'd our gov'rnment to communicateth to the gov'rnment of the Rein Kingdom yond Our Kingdom accepts the provisions of the armistice.

Everyone who heard that line winced, four years of sacrifice were for nothing.

At a Caribou army hospital in the tundra plains of the Rein Kingdom, everyone gave dejected looks. One of the patients did everything in his power to keep himself from lashing out in anger. Although thick bandages covered his eyes, that were exposed to the poison gas the Reindeer used against them, he heard the message loud and clear; the great Rangifer Kingdom is capitulating to the enemy, the first time the kingdom has ever lost a war.

Uniteth thy total strength, to beest devot'd to construction f'r the future. cultivate the ways of rectitude, fost'r nobility of spirit, and w'rk with resolution – so yond thee may enhanceth the innate gl'ry of the imp'rial state and keepeth pace with the progresseth of the w'rld.

He Kaiser finished his speech and the royal anthem played on the radio. It is said that immediately following the speech, he quietly signed his abdication papers and self-exiled himself to a tropical location to live a life of endless debauchery. This left the Althing scrambling to form a new non-imperial type of government.

To Dainn, who sat in bed, temporarily blind and incapacitated, this was the first in a long line of humiliations against the nation he loved and fought for.

For the next year after the speech, the Rangifer Althing sent a seven member commission, four cows and three bulls, to Canterlot to work out a peace treaty that would officially end the most terrible war, all while it was mediated by Princess Celestia herself.

Dainn hopped that the commission would return with a favorable peace deal, but was stunned to hear that the commission accepted in a four to three vote, coincidentally along gender lines, the harsh and humiliating peace that the reindeer forced upon them. It felt like a stab in the back for the young caribou bull. "This Carthaginian peace will not stand!" he vowed to himself.

As part of the peace treaty, the Rangifer army was disbanded, and Dainn found himself back on the streets. He had no one to rely on but his old army friends, his mother was dead and his father was dead to him. He eventually got a job as a "lector" at a local factory, where he spent ten hours a day doing nothing but reading newspapers and novels to the workers to entertain them. To a caribou teenager, the job was too underpaid and too mind-numbly boring to put forth any effort.

Dainn would spend most of what little he earned on mead and sex, he would frequent his local mead hall that his old army friends would also frequent. The group would mostly sit around a long table, drinking heavily, discussing politics, decrying the decline of their kingdom and yearning for the mythical past all while cows sat on their laps pouring them their drinks.

One day, Dainn read the news of the new chancellor's pick for Foreign Minister to his friends in the hall. "Chancellor Betlic has announced that MA from Accrington Ara Head, a former peace commissioner who negotiated the Treaty of Canterlot will be the new Foreign Minister for Rangifer." he read to his friends with venom. They all booed in return.

"She's that bitch who stabbed us in the back!" yelled one of the caribou. "I have a feeling she'll stab us in the back even more with the other nations! All females do is capitulate; they have no backbone to show any toughness and prefer that 'diplomacy' shit over the more effective and powerful war!" he yelled, speech slightly slurred from drinking.

"I agree with you Wyne!" stated Dainn. "War is what keeps a society great and on track! Ever since the army was forcibly disbanded three years ago, we've seen this once proud nation turn to shit!"

"Yeah!" they all yell in agreement.

"The Althing keeps taking away rights once exclusive to bulls and giving them away to less qualified cows!" complained another male between gasps as a cow gave him a blow job under the table.

"Vernon is correct!" Dainn pointed out. "Do we want to live in a world where our future sons have to be subservient to females? Where they have to ask for..." the next word was a struggle for him because every time he said it, a piece of him dies. "...CONSENT!?"

"Males get what they want when they want without asking!" yelled a drunk male.

"That's right! And as the true alpha males around here, we will not let this injustice stand! We will make MISS HEAD and her female accomplices accountable for stabbing this nation in the back!" Dainn snarled to his friends before he chugged down his mead, grabbed a nearby waitress, and forcibly kissed her without consent. Everyone cheered on at the sight.

Exactly five years after the surrender speech, Dainn and his loyal friends finally decided to set their plan in motion. At noon on that day, the group arrived at the Rangifer Foreign Office where the Minister of Foreign Affairs' office was located.

Dainn walked up to the secretary. "Uh, excuse me miss." he began, pretending to be nervous to catch the employees off guard. The secretary looked up at him. "We're members of the SPD's University Wing and we wanted an interview with Miss Head, for our political newspaper of course," he explained. He looked back at his friends who waited patiently.

"We're sorry, but you need to make an appointment first and I don't see you on the list." the secretary explained. Dainn looked back at her and his antlers began to glow. The secretary looked at him with a blank expression.

"You will lead us to her office without question and then afterwards go fuck yourself." he calmly instructed to her.

"Okay..." began the secretary in a catatonic state, "...I'm sure Miss Head can spare an hour out of her schedule for you." she got up. "Right this way gentlemen." she then leads Dainn and his six friends to the main office.

Ara Head read over several papers in her office when her office door opened to reveal her secretary, Dainn, and his six friends walk in. "These seven want to interview you for their newspaper." explained the secretary.

The middle-aged foreign minister just sighed. "This better be quick Maud." she motioned the secretary to leave them be before she turned to the seven males. "Let's make this quick, I understand you are members of the youth wing." she then saw some of the males run around the office, grabbing office furniture and barricading them against the main door. "What are you doing?" she asked with confusion.

Dainn gave the signal and his friends quickly grabbed Ara and tied her legs up together. "Fuck with this country and you'll get fucked back in return," said Dainn without emotion.

"LET ME GO! SECURITY!" she yelled out as she tried to struggle out of this.

"Go ahead, scream, we need their attention anyways," Dainn smirked before he gave another signal to his comrades. His six comrades just grinned widely. They dragged the foreign minister to the floor and forced her mouth open as they revealed their awaiting erections to her.

"NO WAIT! STOP!" was all she said before a cock was shoved down her throat.

"Just shut up and take in your dick you backstabbing bitch!" snarled one of Dainn's friends. "Now do your true duty as a female and be a good cum dumpster for us males." he chuckled as he awaited his turn to put his dick down her mouth.

Dainn sat back and watched with a smirk. He suddenly heard security pounding at the door. He calmly walked up to the door. He opened the door slightly to see who it was.

"What's going on in there?!" asked a security guard trying to force himself through the barricade.

Dainn without emotion used his antlers to hypnotize the guard. "I want the local police force and reporters outside within the next thirty minutes so they can witness my speech, go get them!" he ordered to the guard. He just motioned to his guards to do as ordered and they all scattered.

"Hey look guys!" chimed one of Dainn's comrades. "She's a squirter" he laughed. Dainn turned around to see his six friends taking turns brutally gang-banging the foreign minister. "This MILF sure knows how to fuck!" added another as he forcibly penetrated inside her. Dainn looked over at the desk to see a photo of Miss Head with her husband and two sons. Looking at the photo made him more comfortable that she did indeed deserve to be raped. He then motioned to one of his comrades who was waiting for his turn to get his dick sucked.

"Storm, time to get ready for the speech," he instructed. Storm just nodded in agreement before he walked over to his bag and began to put on old medieval chain mail, a helmet, and a purple cape. Dainn turned to rest. "Gag her, I don't want her screams to distract from my speech." he ordered.

Dainn got on his chainmail, helmet and cape while Storm carried a purple banner. They both walked out the balcony to see a crowd of police officers, Foreign ministry workers, and reporters gathered around curious as to what was going on. They looked at the two caribous walking out to the balcony wearing old obsolete armor and clad in purple. They looked on with a mixture of confusion and skepticism.

"Long live the Kaiser! Long live the Rangifer kingdom!" Dainn shouted to the sky. The crowd began to murmur among themselves. After a minute of silence, he continued his speech. "My fellow countrymen, we of the Rangifer Veteran's Party were raised by the Imperial Rangifer Army, and it could be said that the IRA is our father and older brother. So why have we repaid that debt with this act of ingratitude?" he shouted to the crowd.

The crowd began to gradually become more hostile in response. Some began to shout at him, urging him to get down and stop making a fool of himself.

Sensing the growing crowd hostility, Dainn skipped ahead a paragraph to get to his main point quicker. "We have watched as a postwar Rangifer nation has become infatuated with peace and forgotten the founding principles of the nation. Citizens have lost their desire to fight, let males emasculate themselves, let females go against their biological imperative. Politics is just a facade for females to gain power over us and destroy this great nation. Any long-term plans for the nation a hundred years from now have been consigned to foreign countries like the despicable and degenerate reindeer. We have watched with gritted teeth as the shame of defeat has been ducked and avoided rather than wiped away, and our own females themselves sully their own history and traditions!" he yelled to the crowd with theatrical rage.

"GET OFF THE STAGE YOU RETARD!" heckled the crowd as they began to throw rock, paper, and garbage at him, but since he was so high up, most failed to reach the balcony. "WE DON'T DEAL WITH SEXIST BASTARDS!" a mass of "boos" emanated from the crowd, loud enough to drown out Dainn.

He just looked on completely stunned, he truly believed that all the males shared his views, but was sorely mistaken. "LONG LIVE THE KAISER!" he yelled one last time before he motioned Storm to get back inside.

Once back inside, he saw his five other friends spraying their cum off their victim. "How did the speech go?" asked one of them to Dainn, they saw a face of dejection and shock.

"I don't think they even heard me..." was all he said before he sat down on a nearby chair.

The six males look on, confused. "So what do we do now boss?" one of them asked.

"Surrender..." was all he said, deep in his thoughts. There has to be a way to spread his ideology in a way that's more digestible to the general population.

Dainn managed to use his powerful psychic abilities to convince the lawyers to give himself and his six friends lenient sentences and luxury treatment in prison in exchange for Dainn not being allowed to personally run for political office. The seven were given more spacious cells, better bed sheets and plumbing, unlimited access to books and eating luxury meals together in Dainn's cell. Not only were they given the luxury treatment, but they also managed to take control of the prison, they spread their ideology among the prisoners, who were made up of former army officers who had to resort to crime to make a living.

During his stay in prison, Dainn began work on his political manifesto that he called "The Purple Book", that outlined his thoughts, philosophies and how his new political party, the National Egalitarian Rangiferine Veterans Party or NERVP, operated. He was determined to make everyone follow his views in order to better the nation he loved.

The first of his friends, Nodin, was released after only 7 months in jail due to illness he contracted while in prison, there was a pneumonia outbreak a few months after they came to the prison. He died barely two months later. The next, Roe, was released one month after Nodin also because of illness and died shortly thereafter, another victim of the pneumonia outbreak.

Not even Dainn was safe, he caught the disease as well, but he managed to pull through it, but came out of it changed. He noticed himself repeating himself more often, making sure everything was perfect and an occasional tremor on one of his forelegs. He also noticed an increase in disturbing and intrusive thoughts. But he continued on with his manifesto, to keep his mind distracted from these thoughts.

Month nine, Denton was released, the was let out early for good behavior, although in reality, Dainn used his abilities on the prison authorities to let Denton free to be with his family. On month ten, Fenton was released early for health reasons, he died three months later from bone cancer. By the end of the year, only Dainn, Storm and Holt remained.

One the one year anniversary of their sentence, Dainn presented his two remaining friends the finished manuscript of his work. "So what do you think of my work?" he asked, as he anxiously paced back and forth in the cell. Trying to keep his mind occupied, he was afraid to let his mind wander.

"It's good, but it's going to take more than just a book to convince the general public on our ideology, much less win seats in the Althing and cabinet," explained Storm. "If we keep this up we will always remain a fringe party."

"That's why I came up with a solution to that." he sat down on his bed. "Now give me a pipe before I murder someone so I can explain," he demanded. His two friends scrambled to do as told, they know that their boss still has trouble controlling his intrusive thoughts. Holt gave him a pipe and light it for his superior. "Thanks," he said before he took a deep smoke, it calmed his mind and nerves. He looked over to his two remaining subordinates. "We tell the electorate what they want to hear," he announced.

"What do you mean?" inquired Holt.

"We tone down our more extreme parts of our platform and then customize it in such a way that it will appeal to whomever we are speaking," he explained. "If we're talking to a farmer, we sell them farm subsidies and higher tariffs, if we're talking to the urban working class, we sell them stronger unions and lower taxes, etc, etc," he stated.

"So we're abandoning our goal to subjugate and punish the females, teach them their biological place, the cornerstone of our platform? Gone?" stated a concerned Storm.

"I didn't say we were abandoning that," he smirked. "I'm just saving that for when we finally win an election with a 2/3 majority, by that point, we can amend the constitution to officially make females inferior and give us unlimited power."

Both caribou just grinned once they figured out the plan. "I love the subtle approach."

After 20 months in prison, both Dainn and Storm were released. Holt was forced to stay behind for murdering another prisoner during a fight. But Dainn promised everyone still in the prison that they will release them all and make them elite soldiers once he achieves complete power.

Soon, the NERVP was founded and began to travel the nation to gain members and support. Dainn's manifesto "The Purple Book" was even given out for free to those who sign up. Just as planned, the NERVP styled themselves as a big-tent, populist, alternative party, their extremely misogynistic and brutal policies either toned down or completely ignored. Just as Dainn predicted, it worked.

Eight years after the brutal war, Rangifer's second election after the monarchy ended was held. The NERVP managed to win 11 seats, mainly in rural areas dominated by the steel and coal industry, but that was not enough for one to join the 12 member cabinet. Dainn did not run for a seat due to his plea bargain deal but did campaign for the candidates that he personally selected.

By this point in time, the now 26-year-old Dainn was living comfortably in a stylish loft in the capital with his 13-year-old second cousin Gemma. It was not long before he submitted himself to his intrusive fantasies of fucking her, it was hard not too, she was extremely attractive and already a perfect example of womanhood. Perfect measurements, perfect proportions and a quiet, subdued and passive personality.

She struggled at first, but it was not long before accepted it, Dainn never took "no" for an answer, and he will not start to do so for as long as he lived.

During a rainy and foggy December morning, the 11 elected NERVP members of the Althing were escorted by the parties official paramilitary arm; the Purple Capes, named for their medieval armor and purple capes. Dainn was there to personally greet them outside the Althing building before the representatives walked inside to listen to the Chancellor's opening speech. A crowd of onlookers and reports looked on at the sight of such a display of theatrics from a minor party. Dainn gave a small smirk at how they were falling for the PR stunt.

Later in the evening, Dainn came back home to his apartment to see Gemma cooking dinner, she now wore a red collar and several scars and scratches from the physical and sexual abusive she has endured, but she no longer cared, she was too mentally broken to care, she has long accepted her new role as her cousin's servant and sex slave, like a true female. "Good evening my pet smells good," he commented with a deranged smile. He sat down to eat.

"I-I-I made stroganoff with krumkaker for dessert master." she quietly said as she brought over her master's plate to the table.

"Delicious," he commented at the food. Gemma then poured mead for him. Dainn smiled. "Now THIS is the ideal life, a stable income, delicious food, and a subservient female to fulfill her master's needs," he said with an evil smile.

"Anyways sir," began one of Dainn's trusted advisers. "it seems that we have stagnated in numbers." he looked over the report. "the number of new registrations has dropped off, if we don't do something soon we'll remain a minor opposition party in the Althing."

"Even after we just founded our official youth and female's wing?" asked a skeptical Dainn.

"Female membership remains at only 8%" explained another adviser. "The majority of the electorate is privy to our ways sir, it will take something short of a crisis to get them to vote for us in higher numbers."

Two years later, in a desperate attempt to prevent the Rangifer government from defaulting on its annual war reparation to the Kingdom of Rein, the mint flooded the market with currency. This short-sighted measure would result in the most severe inflation crisis in history. The inflation rate soared to a peak of nearly 30,000%, with prices doubling every four days.

As part of a PR move, the members of the Purple Capes began distributing free breakfast to the homeless and starving, while members of the party's female's wing opened up free schools for calfs who could not afford it or were homeless. Soon, the citizens began to turn to the NERVP as an alternative to the parties who have so far failed to fix the economic mess they caused.

"Now remember ladies," began a female teacher who was a member of Dainn's party and supporter of the lifestyle, teaching to a group of young female calfs. "You're job is to make sure your master is pleased in any way possible," she explained. "And to raise a new generation of caribou that will make this nation glorious again." The calfs all listened intently. "Also, since bulls are extremely busy in making this nation glorious again, you must never dare inconvenience them in any way, so what do you do if a male solicits you for sex?"

"Accept it without question or doubt, for you are performing your biological and social imperative." they answered.

"And if said male gets you pregnant?"

"Marry him and raise the calf without question or doubt, for a calf's well-being is more important than your own, a calf must always be raised by two parents."

"And if you want to divorce him?"

"Give up on that idea since divorce will inconvenience the male, but accept it without question or doubt if HE initiates the divorce."

"Very good." the teacher beamed at her students. She loved the indoctrination.

Another two years passed before the next election was held, the nation's third, and what would be, last free election. Dainn got ready to go to the local party office to keep track of the returns by telegram. He wore his old army uniform, despite being the party leader and commander of its paramilitary wing, he still wore the uniform of a lowly corporal. He made sure he was dressed immaculate, both to give off a good impression to the press and because his compulsions demanded of it. He saw in the mirror his slave Gemma, now 17, nervously leaning at the doorway. "Can I help you?" was all he said before he carefully and methodically put on his hat.

Gemma avoided eye contact as best as she could as she slowly walked up to him. "Well..." she gulped. "I'm pregnant."

Those two words single handily made Dainn fell like the world grounded to a halt. "What?"

"Isn't this great?" she tried to muster up a genuine smile. "You can finally have the successor you can mold and-"

"Terminate it." Dainn bluntly interjected without a single ounce of thought or emotion.

"B-but..." Gemma was stunned. "...you said abortion is immoral and prevents a female from fulfilling her biological duties and-"

"I said terminate it!" he said with venom in his voice. He made his way to the front door, completely bypassing her.

"But don't you want a successor?!" she was dumbfounded by what her master said.

"I will not allow another rival to my ultimate goal be brought into this world," he explained just as he was about to walk out the door. "Terminate the pregnancy and then pack your bags, you're nothing but used goods to me," he instructed before he slammed the door shut.

Gemma felt his words stab her in her heart. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I'm sorry master that I failed..." she mumbled.

Later that night, Dainn walked back home, internally proud of himself, his own party won 92 of the 500 seats in the Althing, and two of twelve cabinet positions. The NERVP was now officially the main opposition party. With a smirk, he went up to his apartment to tell Gemma the good news. "Guess what Gemma," he said as he opened the door. "your master is now leader of the-" his eyes went wide from an unexpected sight. "Opposition..." the sounds of a tightrope creaking and swaying was the only thing that could be heard in an otherwise silent room. But what truly bothered Dainn was the knocked over stool in the middle of a perfectly immaculate living room.

One month later, the first cabinet meeting of the new government was held. Chancellor Brun and ten other cabinet officials waited before Storm and Dainn walked in. As the smallest party within the cabinet, they had first pick on cabinet positions, Dainn made himself Minister of Defense, a mostly ceremonial position since the reindeer forcibly disbanded their army, and Storm was made Minister of the Interior, in charge of civil order, culture, sports, and education. They both sat down, both in medieval armor and purple capes.

"I see that you have a thing for the flare." pointed out Brun with contempt. He despised everything Dainn's party stood for, considering them a perversion of the democratic process that he worked hard to preserve for the last 15 years.

"Hate to break it to you Mr. Brun, but the citizens have spoken, and we're here to make sure you all get your collective shit together and to prevent you from squandering your chance to fix this economic crisis." bluntly stated Dainn. He looked around, not counting Chancellor Brun of Social Democrats, there were five social democrats, two of Dainn's party, two from the Social Justice party, both female members gave Dainn and Storm dirty looks and three from other small parties.

"Yeah, and the citizens have proven themselves to be extremely sexist or ignorant about your true intentions." snarled one of the female cabinet officers. "We of the Social Justice party will make your time as chief opposition a living nightmare." she threatened.

"We would love to see you try." snarled Storm to the females with contempt.

Three months into the legislative term, things have become gridlocked in the Althing, with the governing coalition falling apart due to political differences, a coalition who's sole purpose was to prevent the NERVP from getting the privilege of forming a government. At the same time, the NERVP and their coalition of mostly minor right-wing populist parties were much more united and organized and used that to filibuster any bill that was too focused on female interests or issues. Just recently, they filibustered a bill meant to expand calf support payments to single mother to death.

During another chaotic daily session, the Speaker loudly pounded his gavel to quiet everyone down. He looked over at the day's agenda. "Up next we have bill #15-27 'An Act on giving tax incentives to females who leave the public sphere to start a business from their home', Mister Storm for Fallkirk has the floor." announced the Speaker.

"Thank you, Mister Speaker." Storm bowed slightly before he approached the dispatch box in the middle of the chamber. "As you know, times are tough for our citizens, many, especially in the countryside are living in near famine conditions because money has become worthless and scarce, this bill proposes that all females who work in traditionally male-dominated occupations, such as in the coal mines or steel mills, leave their jobs so they can focus on raising their families and earn extra income working from home, so that way, the remaining positions can be filled by the majority male unemployed," he explained. "And as an incentive, give them tax breaks when they do so."

One of the female Althing members stood up. "Mister Speaker, the Honorable Member for Fallkirk is using wooden language to cover up the true reasoning behind the bill." she approached the other dispatch box directly in front of Storm. "He used the same tactic on the previous bill to deregulate prostitution."

"I will have the Honorable LADY the Member for Snowbush know that the claims she made about that previous bill being an excuse to allow males to treat a prostitute in any way he so chooses without consequence is flat out false!" Storm shot her a dirty look. He hated dealing with females in the Althing, especially if they were members of the Social Justice party.

The Speaker banged his gavel. "You know the rules for parliamentary language Mister Storm, I suggest you watch your tone," he warned.

"Sorry sir," he apologized. "what I was trying to say was that the Member for Snowbush has tried to discredit every single bill that myself and my Honorable Friends of my party proposes," he claimed. "That bill was meant to free houses of prostitution from job-killing regulations so they can finally be free to earn even more money and hire even more cows, which is a good thing considering these tough economic times."

"While at the same time exposing them to even greater danger since the bill, which I read word-for-word, would enable their customers to do whatever they pleased without consequence!" she pointed out, disgusted by Storm and his beliefs.

"Those cows volunteered to be sexual playthings for money and they deserve to be treated as such!"

The entire governing coalition which sat to the Speaker's right erupted in jeers and boos, while the opposition just angrily taunted back. The Speaker banged his gavel once again to quiet everyone. "Everyone settle down!" he ordered before he turned his attention to the two at their dispatch boxes. "Now can you two get back to the main topic?" he implored.

The female from Snowbush spoke. "Mister Speaker, what I am trying to say is that the entire Nationalist Egalitarian party is made up of nothing but sexist and violent deplorables, and that the Member for Fallkirk epitomizes that view I have of them!" The opposition jeered and protested while the governing coalition applauded in agreement. The Speaker quickly brought the chamber back to order.

"By extension, the Lady Member for Snowbush is implying that the 18.4% of the electorate that voted for us are also deplorables." pointed out Storm. The entire opposition laughed from the comeback, acting like a bunch of drunk frat boys.

The member from Snowbush just yielded herself from the dispatch box, tired of having to deal with them. A male member of the same party as hers takes her place. "Mister Speaker," he began. "I would like to request that the Honorable Member for Fallkirk treat my Honorable friend with more respect, she may be a female but she deserves as much respect as the male members."

Storm smirked and the opposition quietly chuckled amongst themselves. "There goes the Honorable Member for Oakheart, playing white knight for the Lady for Snowbush," he mocked. "What? Did she promise to suck his cock afterwards?" he smirked. The entire opposition erupted in laughter and began to mock the supposed 'white knight'.

Dainn saw the whole thing unfold from the gallery above them. He saw Storm look up at him, Dainn just silently nodded in response. Storm took it as his cue to move to another part of the room. Dainn then looked at his side to see the only other caribou in the gallery with him; a cow dressed in a bright pink shirt and scarf; the color of the Social Justice party. "You know what to do..." he mumbled under his breath at her before he got up to leave the chamber.

He truly wished he did not have to resort to such a shameful level, but it is for his nation's well-being. Sometimes you have to do morally questionable things to protect and save the homeland you love. He made sure the timing was as close to perfect as possible. With a face in its usual dower form, he calmly climbs down the building's steps and crossed the street where there was a plaza. He calmly sat down on the bench, grabbed his pipe, lit his match-

A loud explosion emanated from the large parliamentary building. The shock wave knocked everyone nearby down, for Dainn, who was sitting, all it did was snuff out his lit match. He only gave a smirk as a response.

Chancellor Brun was kicked across his living room in the Chancellor's mansion and into a glass chest drawer. He was stunned, but instead of feeling threatened or scared, each kick and punch made him even more angrier and defiant. He slowly got back on all fours, spitting out all the blood that accumulated in his mouth and looked at his opponent, an intruder, a cow, a victim of psychic manipulation from what he could tell. "I know it's not the Social Justice party that put you up to this, so who did?" he demanded an answer. "Was it Dainn's faction?"

The female intruder took out a flintlock pistol, loaded it, and cocked it. "He gives his regards," she said in a creepy monotone.

"Well," he began. "If you're going to kill me, go ahead and do it already!" he snarled defiantly. "KILL ME YOU DAMN BITCH! YOU'RE ONLY KILLING A BUL-" he was swiftly silenced by a bullet between the eyes.

The intruder, as previously commanded, took the weapon and used it on herself.

Storm was rushed to the hospital, body completely covered in burns. He was supposed to escape before the explosion hit as was the original plan but was caught by surprise by the force of the explosion that caused the massive table that separated both sides of the Althing chamber to land on top of him, pinning him down. It did not take long for the fire to reach him and burn him. He cursed his bad luck.

Dainn walked into the hospital room to his friend in bed, his entire torso in bandages, his friend would have been screaming in agony if not for the unusually high stream of morphine being pumped into his bed. Storm looked at his close friend and gave a weak smirk. "How's the Althing?" he asked.

"Gutted." he answered plainly.

"Chancellor Brun?"

"Dead."

"NERVP party headquarters?"

"Firebombed."

"Excellent." Storm muttered. "We have finally achieved our goal." he tried to be smug, but his agonizing pain threatened to show itself in his facial expression. Dainn could tell.

"How bad?" he said flatly as he walked over to the IV machine that was pumping his friend is pain medicine.

"Doctor's gave me a few days tops, pain could literally stop my heart at any moment," he admitted, he looked over at Dainn. "Sorry, I won't be able to serve as your Vice-Chancellor as planned. But you know what to do, you're the Chancellor now, just please don't make my death meaningless...I want this new vision of this once great nation to last 1,000 years." Dainn saw pleading in his friend's eyes.

"I promise that 1,000 from now, our descendants will continue teaching our lessons and practicing the traditions we started." Dainn took out a syringe from his army jacket and injected air into the IV drip forming a large air bubble. "I'll make sure our subjects will worship you as a martyr for our cause," he assured to his dying comrade.

"That's all I ask..." Storm mused. "That's all I ask."

Dainn held an impromptu press conference in front of the smoldering and gutted remains of the legislative building, his first as the new Chancellor since he's the first in the order of succession still alive. "Tonight, this great nation was attacked by left-wing feminist extremists, and therefore, as my first act as Chancellor I have declared a state of emergency effective midnight tonight, and lasting for as long as the threat is present. I promise to use my new powers granted to me during this state of emergency for the betterment of this nation and its citizens."

Before long, many females and some males were sent to re-education camps, to teach them how to become perfect cows. At the same time, all young males were forcibly drafted into the new revived Rangifer army. In towns across the kingdom, government officials would register every single cow and give them new collars that they had to wear, along with a copy of Dainn's book.

With a year or two, society completely changed. All bulls had to spend at least two years of their lives in the military, all cows had to spend at least two years of their lives in either field nursing or serve in the military's official "pleasure squad". Most cows preferred to serve in the pleasure squad since being impregnated and bearing a calf as a result would lead to earning an award, being hailed as a "military hero" and being compensated heavily by the government.

Apart from massive advancements in military technology like hovercraft, motorized bicycles, and advanced steel weaponry; everything else stagnated or regressed. The standard of living and development began to gradually decline as most funds were diverted to funding the military and to line Dainn and his friend's pockets. It didn't help that Dainn solved the inflation problem by scrapping the old currency overnight, forcing his subjects to use gemstones, bartering, or in the case of cows, sex, as a medium of exchange.

But no one seemed to care, or at least pretend not to do so least risking being taken way for "re-education" or worse, lobotomized.

On the seventh anniversary of Dainn's rule, a military and public parade was held in his honor. He watched from the reviewing stand set up in front of the still ruined Althing building with his top generals and his latest gift from the Kingdom of Rein's king himself; a reindeer doe named Velvet. Dainn just stoically looked over the parade and saluted to all that passed by. Keeping sure that his foreleg remained as still as possible despite the occasional tremor.

Looking down, he saw a group of soldiers carry six large canvasses of his old friends, his friends who helped him during his first coup attempt and went to prison together with. All now dead, but still worshiped by the citizens as martyrs for the cause. Despite the decline in living, moral and industrial standards, Dainn and many of its citizens believed that the Rangifer kingdom was becoming greater with each passing year.

ᑲᓐ ᑌᓐᓀ ᓱᑌᕃ ᕃᒉᓪ ᕙᕃ ᐃ ᑐᓭᓐ ᐋᕐ!
[May this great rule last a thousand years!]

Read one banner the soldiers carried. Dainn was certain it will.

ᕓᕐᑌᓐ ᐁᕐ ᑎᖖ!
[The world is yours!]

Read another banner that was carried by several school aged calfs, the message directed at Dainn directly. He just gave a small smile in response. "One day it shall be mine..." he muttered under his breath with hope. "One day it WILL be mine..." he corrected.