Please Stand By, For A Word From Our Bird-Emperor

Esteemed Fowl of this Greater Penguin Nestingland:

 

Long have we resigned ourselves to the responsibilities of war. As a necessity to sustain our Nest and sustain our Fowl, the Penguin has accepted the ravages of victory as only the most selfless and noble species can. When the first penguinaries marched from their snow-caves, called to arms to defend their homeland from brutish monsters, each left knowing in his heart that his Nest was worth more than his life. Each Fowl knew their duty, and strove against daunting odds.
Over time, as the Penguin ground element became superior to all they faced, our enemies turned to the skies, in an attempt to gain an edge against us.
Through grim determination and superior intellect, the first brave pilots took their place in history as they rose to repel the foes, taking to heart that their sacrifice was in the name of Final Victory.
As our aerial might grew, smashing down all that mobilized before them, our enemies again to underhanded tactics, shelling our cities from monstrous warships anchored off our coastal shores. Again, through tenacity and cunning, the Nestingland rose to the challenge, deploying packs of Undersea-Weapons to find and destroy all that would dare strike the homes of the Superior Species.
We met their challenges head-on, and defeated them bird-to-underfowl on every field. We crushed them on the ground, smashed them out of the skies, and broke them in the seas. In response, our enemies devised a new weapon, borne of cowardice and manufactured by malice. As our enemies crumbled before the combined onslaught of Penguinkind, they took to flinging unpiloted missile weapons at our homeland.
Thousands died, many of which had no cause to be in the line of fire. Our chicks cried out in terror as their homes vanished in flashes of light and peals of thunder. The nights grew long, and we steeled ourselves against the bombings as only the Master-Fowl can.
Today, the morning has broke. Working tirelessly and selflessly, members of the Nestingland Ministry of Science were able to successfully develop a way to intercept incoming ballistic missiles that once were the bane of our proud cities.
The long nights of huddling in terror under the State shelters are of the past. No longer will the Nestingland be prey to the spiteful strikes of our pathetic foes. No longer will the weak fire their cowardly weapons upon our Nests, with our only reply carried in the vengeful fins of our penguinaries.
Now, we have hope. Our Nests have become unassailable. Our Empire, unstoppable.
Our enemies are in their twilight, now more than ever. Our Final Victory, is at hand.

 

One Fowl. One Nest. One Emperor-Penguin.

Subversion of Final Victory is a Terminable Offense!

Failure to Respond to State Salutes is a Terminable Offense!

Victory Stems From Self-Sacrifice.