We are working on a brand new version of the game! If you want to stay informed, read our blog and register for our mailing list.
Bill: Anthem spellcheck
Details
Submitted by[?]: Bátory Dynastia
Status[?]: passed
Votes: This bill asks for an amendement to the Constitution. It will require two-thirds of the legislature to vote in favor. This bill will not pass any sooner than the deadline.
Voting deadline: December 2174
Description[?]:
| Whoops. |
Proposals
Article 1
Proposal[?] to change The lyrics of the national anthem.
Old value:: We of Deltarsko do boldly go To carve our place in history And we will show that we do know Life's darkest mystery The bell it tolls for all our souls Yet we shed not a single tear For we fan the coals and we reach our goals And know that Heaven is so near We of Darali cry Nas Dravie As we raise our laud'num high To banish thee of Bat-Nadasdy To happy floating in the sky Twixt ebbs and lulls and peasant culls Boh's Children are never alone As our dagger dulls on the grinning skulls On which we have built our throne We Ushalande so blessed be Raise glasses and shout Noroc To the Kalistani Aristocracy And their union to our stock With history proud made of woven shroud And grim boxes carved of pine And our laughter loud will reach to cloud When we sport and drink and dine In Doron Akigo we truly know The true value of our toil The fields we sow so brightly glow Blessed we are with lighted soil Land of Communists and civil unrests Where life bears a heavy toll But the poisoned mists won't make us desist To raise our glasses and cry Skĺl We of Dissuwa so blessed we are For every second of time Land of malcontents and tenements Where the bodies burn in lime Beneath the grounds in the burial mounds And the otroks live in fear As the police make rounds with their baying hounds And more otroks disappear We of Alizinder are quick to disinter Skull, ribs, backbone and shins Another mangy cur to the Seat of Peter To stand trial for his sins As the synod reigns over sin that stains From Upir and Incubus For our blessed gains are the Heavenly planes Where Boh watches over us.
Current:
| Deltarian (OOC: Serbo-Croatian): Hej Deltarci, jošte živi Riječ naših djedova Dok za narod srce bije Njihovih sinova Živi, živi duh deltarski, Živjet će vjekov'ma Zalud prijeti ponor pakla Zalud vatra groma Bog je s nama: ko nam škodi S Parnumom pravda Nek se sada i nad nama Burom sve raznese Stjena puca, dub se lama Zemlja nek se trese Mi stojimo postojano Kano klisurine. Proklet bio izdajica Svoje domovine! Luthorian (OOC: English): Hey, Deltarians, there still lives the word of our grandfathers While for the nation beats the heart of its sons! There lives, there lives the Deltarian spirit, It will live for ages! In vain threatens the abyss of Hell In vain the fire of thunder! God is with us: who's against us, will by Parnum be swept Let now everything above us be blown away by the bora. The stone cracks, the oak breaks, Let the earth quake! We stand firm like the big cliffs. May he be damned, the traitor of his homeland! |
Proposed:
| We of Deltársko do boldly go To carve our place in history And we will show that we do know Life's darkest mystery The bell it tolls for all our souls Yet we shed not a single tear For we fan the coals and we reach our goals And know that Heaven is so near We of Darali cry Nazdravie As we raise our laud'num high To banish thee of the Nádašdy To happy floating in the sky Twixt ebbs and lulls and peasant culls Boh's Children are never alone As our dagger dulls on the grinning skulls On which we have built our throne We Ushalande so blessed be Raise glasses and shout Noroc To the Kalistani Aristocracy And their union to our stock With history proud made of woven shroud And grim boxes carved of pine And our laughter loud will reach to cloud When we sport and drink and dine In Doron Akigo we truly know The true value of our toil The fields we sow so brightly glow Blessed we are with lighted soil Land of Communists and civil unrests Where life bears a heavy toll But the poisoned mist won't make us desist To raise our glasses and cry Skĺl We of Dissuwa so blessed we are For every second of time Land of malcontents and tenements Where the bodies burn in lime Beneath the grounds in the burial mounds And the otroks live in fear As the police make rounds with their baying hounds And more otroks disappear We of Alazinder are quick to disinter Skull, ribs, backbone and shins Another mangy cur to the Seat of Peter To stand trial for his sins As the synod reigns over sin that stains From Upir and Incubus For our blessed gains are the Heavenly planes Where Boh watches over us. |
Debate
These messages have been posted to debate on this bill:
| Date | 12:10:16, January 23, 2006 CET | From |  Bátory Dynastia | To | Debating the Anthem spellcheck |
| Message | People are against correct spelling on the anthem? |
subscribe to this discussion - unsubscribe
Voting
| Vote | Seats | ||||||
| yes |
Total Seats: 69 | ||||||
| no |
Total Seats: 8 | ||||||
| abstain |
Total Seats: 16 |
| Random fact: Cultural Protocols should generally be reflective of RP conducted within the nation and should not significantly alter or modify the ethnic, religious or linguistic composition without considerable and reasonable role-play or other justification. |
| Random quote: “Under democracy one party always devotes its chief energies to trying to prove that the other party is unfit to rule - and both commonly succeed, and are right.” --H.L. Mencken |