The Prime Vizier stands before an Istanbul crowd, clad in the clothing that befits his office. It is morning - the Bosphorus is not visible from the fog. He stands before a crowd in Sultanahmet square, before the mosque that gave the venue its name. Though the crowd is large, he knows the true crowd is even larger - for the first time in history a major speech is being transmitted with the technology of the Radio. The whole world will hear his words.

He takes one more moment to steel himself, and prays to God that he doesn't stutter.

The world has changed.

We are an old nation, of many peoples. We have sustained ourselves through 600 years, and we have seen many rulers. Some good, and some bad. We have seen the rise of nations, and we have seen the fall of empires. But in all of history, we remember one moment - the moment Osman realized his dream.

Osman was our first ruler. He wasn't even a sultan, merely a bey. And yet, from his sons, and his sons' sons, we have dared to achieve greatness. His dream was a promise to the world - we were destined to be great. All men, whether it be Bulgar, Romani, Kazakh, Arab, Jew, Persian, or Turkmen, would be welcomed under our banner, and would be prosperous. The city of Konstantiniyye, the Queen of all cities, would be our seat. We have spent the last 600 years fulfilling his promise - achieving glory in his name, bringing honor to the world, and spreading the true word of God.

We have not been without adversity. Bayezid knew it when he faced off against Tamerlane the Terror. Mehmed knew it in his Great Conquest of our Great City. Suleiman knew it when he knocked at the gates of Vienna. Mahmud knew it in the Great Reform. And we know it now.

Bulgaria is lead by a madman who believes in children's tales, and sanctifies the unholy. They send wave after wave of fellow muslim and conquered romani at us. They have betrayed their word to us thrice. They have stolen the city of Edirne. They have brought chaos to the Balkans, and sent it awash with the blood of man, woman, and child.

We have been wounded. The world has changed. The enemy is closer than they have ever been before. They have threatened to take Istanbul from us. People whisper that the Ottomans may be an old done empire. People say that we may have broken our promise of glory.

Though the world has changed, we have not.

We may have reformed time and again. We may be scarred and bloodied from battles beyond count. We may keep councils of peoples that didn't even exist 600 years ago. But we will fight until the bitter end, just as we did 600 years ago!

We will make the invaders pay in blood for every meter they try to wrest away from us! We will push them back out of our lands, and restore the rule of law to the Balkans! We will retake Edirne, save Romania, and show the world that we are still the people who Osman forged all those years ago!

Though we may be a thousand different peoples from a thousand different cultures, and though we may be bloodied and bruised, we must stand strong! Istanbul is our city, by blood and by birthright, and we will defend it to the last man! It is a testament to our promise, a promise that we will reaffirm.

The world has changed, but we have not. And we never will!