SCENE 1: A FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER
Outerskirts of Nuuk Harbour, Liberated Greenland under the Provisional Aspergian Hyperpatriotic Republic
[The camera onlooks to a humble abode made of corrogated tin-iron at its roof with a slightly blue tinge, and walls of a similarily industrially-dry off-skyblue colour, with three children playing outside and the fisherman returning from work with a personal catch destined for storage inside. Sombre, sad patriotic background music begins playback.]
Narrator, little girl's voice: Hello there. My name is Sophie, and this is the most humbly modest of beginnings with my family.
[Slow zoom-out and very gradual, slight, acute-degree rotation of a picture of Sophie's deceased mother in a military uniform decorated with medals]
"": My mother died just shortly after my youngest sister, Mirae, was born, very shortly before the successful liberation of the country under the guidance of the Supreme Commander, Cde. David Chac, father of the nation and mobilizing orchestrator of the Hyperpatriotist Revolutionary Forces before our provisional army was officially established into a fully-fledged national one. A vicious Brito-Danish coalition negrotypical soldier had pierced her heart with a stray bullet coming from badly aimed gunfire, to shortly be repelled thereafter by quickly advancing defense flanks abreast them, but it was too late for my mother before this manoevre was successfully executed. Rescue, rescucitation and impromptu recovery was attempted, and although amazingly staying alive for some hours, it would prove futile, she had died the subsequent morning at a military hospice. Her last words to me were:
Sophie's mother, ghostily-echoing voice as if from memory: The very goal... *spluttering cough*... of the revolution is to stay steadfast in the belief of an Aspergian people, no matter how sparingly, on our side, or especially of the side of our foe's adversaries; if we are all consigned to a fate but to be 10-20 million spared bullets... *violently drawn breath*... then it's one the inevitability of which we must bare, for to be under the colonial rule of the negrotypical aggressor is equal to death, so in death, we may stand any modicum chance of our fate to change, whether directly on the battlefield... *pained groan*... or indirectly in hea--*sudden silece, followed by a few second's pause, then a loud heart-monitoring sound*
[Semi-transparent overlay: Briefly cut-into a military hospital scene; the focus is on Sophie's tear-ridden cheeks, as she screams in an intense wailing of cries, fade out]
[Cut-in: Sophie's room, with the camera focussed on Sophie holding an as-of-yet unfaced encasement]
Sophie, still narrating: I will never forget the moment. This had been the terminal consummation of my brief innocence's close. Thereafter, I felt nothing but a hearttorn, resolute hatred in my heart, fuelled by the burning passion of my mother's heroic gesture, to see every last negrotypical die until our bayonets are worn blunt. My eyes turn into a mist of saline-diluted, watered-up perdition every time I reflect on the arduous struggle my mother and her cadres had undertaken, and the fatal consequences to many of her closely esteemed colleagues as well as herself, my breath uncontrollably heathing up, with the sharpest accentuations of inhalements, which I wish I could return with the similar pitched sound of a knife's collision with the body of the enemy. It has formed the inspiration for my aspiraton to military service in the wake of my adulthood.
[Cut-in camera transition: Now focussed on the object Sophie is holding, an apparent encasement of a medal set upon a red-pillow interior with the following design; four star-ends vertically and horizontally point out aside four diagonal spokes with each star-ending bearing appropriately-directed ray-contours, surrounded by a circular perimeter with industrial teeth-edge, bearing sequins in the middle; the star and circular perimeter are off-bronze whilst the spokes themselves are aluminium-tin silver. The text, in both Korean and English calligraphy, at the bottom says: "The Bronze-Honour of Hypermale, Supreme Commander Comrade David Chac Class".]
"": This is my only momento of the occasion, the symbolic pride and joy of not only my mother's contribution to it, but the entire revolution in general, one which I hope to provide service in the wake of its continuation.
[Cut-in, slow zoom: The outside of Sophie's school house on the bottom of a serene forest surrounded with white, icy snow.]
"": From a young age, owing to my mother's invaluable service, I was selected for education in one of the highest pre-University political institutes in the country, whereupon its completion I wish to enter the military academy.
[Overlay: a map of Greenland, with a rough division of Aspergian Provisional Hyperpatriotic Republic on the West, delinated by a line seperating it from the Neo-Austral Feifdom, merely labelled in Korean Chosongul, 'BAEKJONGGUK'.]
"": We were a haphazardly fragmented and disorganized geurella force when fighting the Dano-British coalition, which has now become an enemy nation to the East of us, the Neo-Austral Feifdom, ruled by a viciously haggardy courtesan and harridan by the name of Qn. Haselgrove; most of us merely refer to it as 'Baekjongguk' after the lowest class in our Songbun ranking, meaning "land of the 'untouchable' or 'base' people".
[Fade-out of first Overlay with a second: An Aspergian infantrysman tearing a rifle's bayonet into a bleeding transgender symbol amidst their flag with the words 'BAEKJONGGUK' engraved upon it, with the slogan beneath it saying - "WE WILL CLEAR ALL FORMS OF OPEN-DAYLIGHT CULTURAL ROBBERY CONDUCTED BY THE SEXUAL DEGENERATES FROM OUR LANDS!"]
"": It is said that she is a worthless aberrosexual both in having originally been a man and being attracted to women, now, as a supposed woman, except the 'women' she is into are all young girls kidnapped from our lands. Unless they have fought alongside us in the revolution, and they are usually not child-molesters, no such individuals exist in our lands except to be punished for perfidy. Several in my own class alone have disappeared without explanation, and I do worry the rumours are true.
[Fade-out of second Overlay with a third: Footage of troops marching in bouncing goose-step, followed by missile launchers, mounted howitzer artillery moving vehicles, and tanks, as the camera slowly rotates from the parade itself to the attendants, dressed militarily and bouncing with upraised rifles in their arms]
"": Nevertheless, the days of our vulnerability, save for this, are over; our military forces have grown, and become variegated in organization and mobilization to constitute a fully-operational rank-military, complete with dedicated air, land and sea divisions, encompassing properly structured companies, batallions and brigades.
[Fade out of third Overlay with a fourth: Footage of Supreme Commander David Chac, casually strolling down a village farm and approaching embracingly the children of farmers with overbrimming affection]
"": The Supreme Commander and Comrade of the army and people has fortuitously provided us with a land to call our own, provisions running abundant with the freedom to extend our political, social, and defensive independence when in the past, as the cadres themselves have experienced and grown up in, we were confined by appointed retard-wranglers, for such was the estimation of our worth even by those advocating for our "diversity", in enclosements, the detail of which nobody wishes to elaborate upon. *Exaggerated and tonally-raised conveyed lament* This must've been a fate incomparable to any human tragedy in history, *return to a normal voice* whilst the Judeo-Angloamerican imperialists have the cheek to whine about an eradication of their ilk which had never happened, but was freely doctored and disseminated.
[Overlay fade-out, back onto background scene]
"": This is my story.
[Background music fades out; fade out to darkness]