Authors Note: WARNING!!! This chapter contains material that may ou may not bother anyone's political, ou moral views, read on with caution, Richard brings up the Justice system of Antarctica, and some of the material may bother you, I repeat, continue with caution.
All I can say about last night: Worst sleep I've ever had. The hard-assed concrete bunk they made for me on their mur didn't have a single solitary source of comfort, and it was really cold to say the least. Now don't get me wrong: I've lived in Antarctica all my life, but the coldest it gets in Fort Grumley, is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. This HQ, however, felt much colder, I'm used to the artificial heating in Fort Grumley, thanks to the Weather Dome that has protected the city from the cold and high winds of Antarctica, I even foresaw the construction for it in 1938. Those times were tough, but it's all over now, but this cold HQ made things remind me of the times before the Weather Dome. So naturally, when I got up suivant morning, I decided it was time of reckoning. After we all woke up to eat the first poisson batch of the day, I decided to mention it.
"....So... Really cold last night, wasn't it?" I asked.
"Not really, it was of modest temperature for me," a dit Skipper.
"Well, do toi feel cold sometimes Private?"
"Yes indeed, often, in fact, it'd be nice for some sort of heating besides a heater," a dit Private.
BAM!! That's the 7th slap, I REALLY got to tally it, my soldiers don't abuse each other like this.
"Private!! toi have to get used to it, rain ou shine, we have to get used to the various temperatures!!" yelled Skipper.
I had enough, this poor boy was getting slapped for retarded reasons.
"God DAMN IT SKIPPER!!" I then raised a flipper and gave him a rough one, this blow relaxed my senses, I've been abused as a child before, and I'm not going to witness it anytime sooner. He recoiled after the blow, holding his cheek lightly.
"What's your problem Richard?!" asked Skipper.
"No- DON'T toi ASK WHAT MY PROBLEM IS!! What's YOUR problem?!" I cringed, wanting to murder him.
"The slap?"
"YES!! AND ALL THE OTHER ONES TOO!!"
"Richard, it's alright, I'm used to it by-" begged Private, trying to keep peace.
"No-!!! You're gonna treat a boy like trash?! HOW'S THIS ONE!!! THAT ONE?! HOW ABOUT THAT?!" I asked, smacking him repeatedly.
"Ri-Richard!! Calm yourself soldier!!" barked Skipper, pinning me down.
I cooled off, fighting 4 against 1 is a useless gesture.
"Now, tell us what's the problem," a dit Kowalski, calming me down.
"Sorry about that, toi see, abuse in Antarctica is NOT tolerated, the slightest hint of abuse from a father to his son, ou a husband to his wife, NOT tolerated, toi land your rear-end in Beltinos Prison for 3 years just for that," I warned.
"What's Beltinos?" asked Private.
"Let's just say toi go in for a felony like, say, murder, toi go in, pay your dues for however long your charge is, ou toi come out in coffins,"
"Why the death sentence?" asked Skipper.
"You let these, evil men, back out, they'll just repeat their crimes, over, and over, and OVER. I'm tired of keeping men who will NEVER learn their lesson in a prison that costs us $2 billion to operate. So it's just easier to just put them in either Der Gaskammer, then dump the bodies in coffins out to sea. ou toi can stay in prison for your charge, work long hours on dangerous equipment, survive that, and you're free, with the warning to never come back,"
"Richard, I know what.... Der Gaskammer is.... Isn't that a bit... Harsh?" asked Kowalski.
"It is if toi didn't do anything wrong, ou committed a first degree crime like, robbery, toi rob a store without assault, just return the item and you're good to go, but here's the thing: They just can't help to just HURT someone, do that, that's a Robbery with assault, you'll go to a minor prison, but never come out unless toi pay a heavy fine. Now, ask me how I got popularity with the vote?" I asked.
"What?" asked Private.
"You see, Antarctica has a lot of women, as well as men, these, women, they hated the government that was there before I took claim, reason why? Well kid, let's just say that toi aren't old enough to hear this,"
"I'll cover his ears, what happened?" asked Skipper, tapping his foot.
I soon saw them cover Private's ears firmly.
".....Some of the officials at the time allowed women to be nothing plus than, "Property", something toi can share ou sell, in the most unimaginable ways possible, I saw that chaotic world, and I reorganized it for the poor women, and from there, the story gets very complicated," I said.
"Suggestions to learn more?" asked Kowalski.
"Here," I said, handing him a book that I had kept in my pocket.
"Geschichte der Antarktis," read Kowalski. "This book is in German? It'll take time to decipher..."
"Germanic Pingÿîn, it's German with Pingÿîn dialects, although not spelled differently from a normal German language, certain words and letters are pronounced differently," I said.
"Interesting, I suppose toi can teach me for future references?" asked Kowalski.
"Of course, I'll go through writing, reading, you'll learn it as soon as toi achieve it to be,"
"How about in 12 minutes?" he asked chuckling.
"Okay- Not that quickly," I a dit "But in a few weeks, maybe,"
"Heh, of course, but what happens to people convicted of ra-"
"Rash decisions!!" I interrupted, not wanting Private to hear, then I whispered in Kowalski's ear.
"You see, rapists aren't tolerated either, if they are accused of it, then they get a fair court trial, and public punishment follows, if they are convicted, and witnessed par plus than 3 individuals in the act, then the public punishment continues,"
"Ah, so it's capital crime?" asked Kowalski.
"Yes, indeed, for me, it is worse than murder, unless toi combine the two, if a person rapes and murders someone, and they are convicted of it, then they get the worst punishment possible: Public Execution,"
"What happens to them then?" he seemed to take notes of this, not on paper, but in his mind, he seemed to be recording it like an old Cold War audio clip.
"The process goes as follows: Policepenguins, usually 2 ou 4, hold the convict in any spot in a public place, a field, ou park, and all the family members of the rape/rape and murder victim line up, and take turns giving 6 forceful beats them each, if the convict dies, law doesn't consider him a living being anymore, so they are dumped in the sea, if the convict survives the beatings, he will be put into "Die Kuppel des Konflikts" ou the "Dome of Conflict", where they forcibly fight against Damionic Lab rejects: Mutated Beasts of no civilized intelligence who have one thing in mind: That's a meal, I am hungry, and I must eat it," this also makes an example out of criminals: Rape someone, and end up here, ou be a good person of good virtue, and live a good life. It also gives the citizens of Fort Grumley a place to release their emotions, so that they don't take it out on themselves, ou each other,"
"Fascinating, it seems you've got the crime rate down to zero?" smiled Kowalski.
"Unfortunately, the plus unorganized crime is beat down, the higher organized crime goes up, I shall tell toi about the Mob, come with me..."
All I can say about last night: Worst sleep I've ever had. The hard-assed concrete bunk they made for me on their mur didn't have a single solitary source of comfort, and it was really cold to say the least. Now don't get me wrong: I've lived in Antarctica all my life, but the coldest it gets in Fort Grumley, is 32 degrees Fahrenheit. This HQ, however, felt much colder, I'm used to the artificial heating in Fort Grumley, thanks to the Weather Dome that has protected the city from the cold and high winds of Antarctica, I even foresaw the construction for it in 1938. Those times were tough, but it's all over now, but this cold HQ made things remind me of the times before the Weather Dome. So naturally, when I got up suivant morning, I decided it was time of reckoning. After we all woke up to eat the first poisson batch of the day, I decided to mention it.
"....So... Really cold last night, wasn't it?" I asked.
"Not really, it was of modest temperature for me," a dit Skipper.
"Well, do toi feel cold sometimes Private?"
"Yes indeed, often, in fact, it'd be nice for some sort of heating besides a heater," a dit Private.
BAM!! That's the 7th slap, I REALLY got to tally it, my soldiers don't abuse each other like this.
"Private!! toi have to get used to it, rain ou shine, we have to get used to the various temperatures!!" yelled Skipper.
I had enough, this poor boy was getting slapped for retarded reasons.
"God DAMN IT SKIPPER!!" I then raised a flipper and gave him a rough one, this blow relaxed my senses, I've been abused as a child before, and I'm not going to witness it anytime sooner. He recoiled after the blow, holding his cheek lightly.
"What's your problem Richard?!" asked Skipper.
"No- DON'T toi ASK WHAT MY PROBLEM IS!! What's YOUR problem?!" I cringed, wanting to murder him.
"The slap?"
"YES!! AND ALL THE OTHER ONES TOO!!"
"Richard, it's alright, I'm used to it by-" begged Private, trying to keep peace.
"No-!!! You're gonna treat a boy like trash?! HOW'S THIS ONE!!! THAT ONE?! HOW ABOUT THAT?!" I asked, smacking him repeatedly.
"Ri-Richard!! Calm yourself soldier!!" barked Skipper, pinning me down.
I cooled off, fighting 4 against 1 is a useless gesture.
"Now, tell us what's the problem," a dit Kowalski, calming me down.
"Sorry about that, toi see, abuse in Antarctica is NOT tolerated, the slightest hint of abuse from a father to his son, ou a husband to his wife, NOT tolerated, toi land your rear-end in Beltinos Prison for 3 years just for that," I warned.
"What's Beltinos?" asked Private.
"Let's just say toi go in for a felony like, say, murder, toi go in, pay your dues for however long your charge is, ou toi come out in coffins,"
"Why the death sentence?" asked Skipper.
"You let these, evil men, back out, they'll just repeat their crimes, over, and over, and OVER. I'm tired of keeping men who will NEVER learn their lesson in a prison that costs us $2 billion to operate. So it's just easier to just put them in either Der Gaskammer, then dump the bodies in coffins out to sea. ou toi can stay in prison for your charge, work long hours on dangerous equipment, survive that, and you're free, with the warning to never come back,"
"Richard, I know what.... Der Gaskammer is.... Isn't that a bit... Harsh?" asked Kowalski.
"It is if toi didn't do anything wrong, ou committed a first degree crime like, robbery, toi rob a store without assault, just return the item and you're good to go, but here's the thing: They just can't help to just HURT someone, do that, that's a Robbery with assault, you'll go to a minor prison, but never come out unless toi pay a heavy fine. Now, ask me how I got popularity with the vote?" I asked.
"What?" asked Private.
"You see, Antarctica has a lot of women, as well as men, these, women, they hated the government that was there before I took claim, reason why? Well kid, let's just say that toi aren't old enough to hear this,"
"I'll cover his ears, what happened?" asked Skipper, tapping his foot.
I soon saw them cover Private's ears firmly.
".....Some of the officials at the time allowed women to be nothing plus than, "Property", something toi can share ou sell, in the most unimaginable ways possible, I saw that chaotic world, and I reorganized it for the poor women, and from there, the story gets very complicated," I said.
"Suggestions to learn more?" asked Kowalski.
"Here," I said, handing him a book that I had kept in my pocket.
"Geschichte der Antarktis," read Kowalski. "This book is in German? It'll take time to decipher..."
"Germanic Pingÿîn, it's German with Pingÿîn dialects, although not spelled differently from a normal German language, certain words and letters are pronounced differently," I said.
"Interesting, I suppose toi can teach me for future references?" asked Kowalski.
"Of course, I'll go through writing, reading, you'll learn it as soon as toi achieve it to be,"
"How about in 12 minutes?" he asked chuckling.
"Okay- Not that quickly," I a dit "But in a few weeks, maybe,"
"Heh, of course, but what happens to people convicted of ra-"
"Rash decisions!!" I interrupted, not wanting Private to hear, then I whispered in Kowalski's ear.
"You see, rapists aren't tolerated either, if they are accused of it, then they get a fair court trial, and public punishment follows, if they are convicted, and witnessed par plus than 3 individuals in the act, then the public punishment continues,"
"Ah, so it's capital crime?" asked Kowalski.
"Yes, indeed, for me, it is worse than murder, unless toi combine the two, if a person rapes and murders someone, and they are convicted of it, then they get the worst punishment possible: Public Execution,"
"What happens to them then?" he seemed to take notes of this, not on paper, but in his mind, he seemed to be recording it like an old Cold War audio clip.
"The process goes as follows: Policepenguins, usually 2 ou 4, hold the convict in any spot in a public place, a field, ou park, and all the family members of the rape/rape and murder victim line up, and take turns giving 6 forceful beats them each, if the convict dies, law doesn't consider him a living being anymore, so they are dumped in the sea, if the convict survives the beatings, he will be put into "Die Kuppel des Konflikts" ou the "Dome of Conflict", where they forcibly fight against Damionic Lab rejects: Mutated Beasts of no civilized intelligence who have one thing in mind: That's a meal, I am hungry, and I must eat it," this also makes an example out of criminals: Rape someone, and end up here, ou be a good person of good virtue, and live a good life. It also gives the citizens of Fort Grumley a place to release their emotions, so that they don't take it out on themselves, ou each other,"
"Fascinating, it seems you've got the crime rate down to zero?" smiled Kowalski.
"Unfortunately, the plus unorganized crime is beat down, the higher organized crime goes up, I shall tell toi about the Mob, come with me..."