Dawn put down her now empty bowl of chilli, and stood up, stretching. She then pretended to stumble, going down on her knees on the left side of Ivan the Terrible, grabbing his leg for balance. She got up slowly to her feet, smirking.

[color=f4df42]"Sorry about that. I tripped. Also, I actually agree with you about the people's will being very important. What's the most important thing to me right now, however, is what everybody's written on this piece of paper,"[/color] she stated, holding up the constitution that he had slipped in his left boot, giving him a cheeky wink as she opened it up and proceeded to read aloud the contents of the document, pausing for emphasis after every paragraph, an occasionally raising her eyebrow at any eyebrow raising sections

[color=f4df42]"RULES OF NATURE!

This landmass shall have no flags nor anthems. The people won't pledge allegiance to their country. This wrestling company is their country now. There will be no involvement in the Olympics, nor any other worldwide sporting tournaments besides pro-wrestling. 

Areas of this landmass that used to be known as Cities or States may be used as incentive for match stipulations, with whoever winning that match becoming General Manager that entire area, however they must still answer to Managantamos for he is the CEO.

In this section of the charter, societal edicts shalt be in place fer how manne will fare so society wol be gentilesse in nature.
 
Edict the First: Mannekind shalt han a strict curfew, as soon as moon rises ther shalt be no hitting the flats, as mannekind must return and stay in their personal domiciles until the sun rises. Additionally each domicile must have at least one ghostly spirit in it that may do as it pleases. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
 
Edict the Second: Mannekind hast grown incredibly lickerish and easily succumb to temptation of lustful intent. To curb this tarnation, all biological creatures, which procreate through intimate affairs, must wear at least seox layers of cloth upon them. Anyone who breaks this here edict is subject to beatings until morale improves.
 
Edict the Third: Sadly establishments that claim to be 'Gentleman's Clubs' art dens of vile sin. All such nunneries shalt be destroyed and the land below it must be purified fer a fortnight before an actual Gentleman's Club, where professionals of various fields can gather for merriment and discussion, gets built upon it. Anyone violating this edict, and/or longin' fer these dens of sins shall be beaten until morale improves.
 
Edict the Fourth: Verily it be known to all that water is a rather nasty elixir that is frequently tainted by foul water spirits. No one shalt drink this easily tainted substance, rather they shalt drink Small Beers produced by local households and monasteries. Any form of liquor which have more alcohol content than the Small Beers will be outlawed. Anyone trying to violate this edict by the selling or drinking of improper brews shall be subject to beatings until morale improves.

Edict the Fifth: Rambunctious members of mannekind hath taken to frolicking as if they were entranced while an instrumentalist ensemble plays. This Satyr's Trot, known colloquially as "Dancing" is to be banned. Anyone violating this edict will be subject to beatings until morale improves.

All Citizens shall have access to proper medical, safety, and welfare services and resources. Any Citizen that cannot provide for themselves shall be provided for by others. The health, safety, and care of the people shall be the utmost priority of the government. All citizens shall have a representative of their region, who will fight for their best wishes."[/color]



Dawn puts it back down on the table. [color=f4df42]"There appear to be some contradictions here, gentleman. We must abide by the rules of nature yet we must enforce a strict curfew and wear six layers of clothing. The people must be kept healthy yet they're not allowed to drink water and must hydrate via alcohol. And all of us but one know why this is such a confused document, and who's to blame"[/color] she sneered, turning to Jarl. [color=f4df42]"I'm sorry, but is there a brain inside that helmet? No water? No dancing? I won't mourn the loss of Gentleman's Clubs myself but isn't it a woman's choice how she makes her money? I'm not going to judge. You wanted to know who's man enough to lock up first? This woman is!"[/color]

Dawn clearly liked to talk, and she was pretty damn good at it. Despite the fact that none of them were assuming kayfabe right now, Dawn actually talked like she was giving a pre-match promo.