Ici: the VONF sandbox
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Long ago, an a parallel universe very much like this one, (but sufficiently different to avoid the snares of those whose wisdom consists mainly of being able to confuse the definite article with an indefinite one; whose power derives not from honour or justice, but from power itself), there was a little country. Voice of the New Foundation
It had its own currency and legislature; its own dialect and culture; traditions and elites. A backwater, long ignored by all save those who would plunder it, it was a forgetten shire, whose simple folkways were the last remnant of a time long vanished from the modern world.
Then came a couple chapters of the World War. Sons of leading families from every hamlet, outport and village strode into the jaws of the Beast which was Battle, and few returned. Weary from that thankless task, the people of the little nation fell under the spell of a demagogue who sold them a dream of pride and possession. After an exercize of voting which split the nation almost right down the middle like a gutted fish, the fix was in, and new sovereignty, hard won from the European motherland, subverted.
The nation was no more.
VONF became, on the Internet, the last voice of a nation in exile...
Broadcasting to the Existential Void,
in 8 Billion Whispers.
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