Capitals of Moral Decay & Nerichian Unlogic

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How the maidens fell…

#Mures2021 is no more. And heaving learned more of the election process and EU commitees, the Targu Mures Historical Society is glad indeed: Targu Mures shall never again be a capital of such horrible unlogic and rampant corruption.

Never shall the organized evil of the moral decay touch that Mures Magic Mystery!

Make no mistake: This is the war. This is the battle. Krim shall soon enough call on his soldiers!

Adryan Nerich

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Children of Mother Argentine

In the southernmost realms of the continent Nouus Orbis, there lives a people of limited culture. Not true children of America, like those worshipers of old Manco, also their appearance is not like the pale of Europa, nor as dark as that of Africii (as so many others in this part of our World). Who are they, these children of mother Argentine?

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Yet for their insignificant cultural development, one can observe certain Krimean traditions. Maybe most in their longing for lands they claim stolen, yes those Insulele Falklandia (or Las Malvinas, as they say). Their life on those Pampas grasslands also mimic aspect of the Krimean cultures on other great steppes.

Sons of Mother Argentine
Children of Mother Argentine

We know of the Migrations of Jacob Krim, and his ever chase to outmaneuver and hinder those Nerichian ideas to get a foothold in this New World. Even though there are few direct evidences of his presence in these southernmost lands, the children of Mother Argentine shows signs of knowledge of the Great struggle and the Apocryphal Logic. Both a Krim and a Nerich must (at some point) have been there!

A Sense of Relevance

In ancient times, much greater days, the Mures Valley was the most prosperous region in known Europa, envy of every province, target of every greedy intent. Under a benevolent sky reigned a benevolent King. The King brought glory and fame to his clans, promising eternal life for their name and kin; lasting relevance. Lasting, that is, until this relevance was taken from us.

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Take pride, Muresdol, in that King. Remember him now that he glimmers most faintly.

Slaying the Nerich Bear

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Targu Mures Coat of Arms

During the harsh centuries ruled by the Nerich clan, many evil men and beasts had employment in the Mures Valley. Some argue that the most brutal of all was the bitter, but ruthless Torben “Bear” Nerich.

Torben, originally from the Principality of Hanover, traveled to Transylvania to harvest Almonds. However, once he arrived he found other tasks; those of violence and hatred.

The bitter bear was beloved only by the whining and very weak willed women of the windy Valley. But he was hated by any with strong will and opinion. United under the banner of Petru Major, the Mures mob slayed the Bear. His head pierced by the sword of a red rebel. The uprising is celebrated to this day…

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The Nerich Bear

Targu Mures Historical Society

Involvement of the Nerich clan in the ethnic clashes of Târgu Mureș

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Târgu Mures during the ethnic clashes

The ethnic clashes of 1990 is one of many sad chapters in Târgu Mureş’ proud history. Situated in Transylvania, at the borders of Szeklerland, the Mures Folk speaks many languages and belongs to many cultures. To honor this, our patron Jacob Tepec founded the Cultural Palace, where he amongst other praised Hungarians and their qualities (reactionary and Nerichian scholars of modern Romania argue that this was simply a display of black humor), and held several exhibits showing important Romanian and Slavic folklore. However, the open-mindedness and multiculturalism of Tepec became less normal, peoples of different letters felt that their pride and lands where stolen. And the long dormant Evil of the Nerich Clan was woken once again.

Without the involvement of the Nerich clan, the disputes and quarrels would have been peacefully solved by discussion and debates at the very Cultural Palace. But the wisdom of old Tepec did not penetrate the anger of the Nerich-infected minds. Many people died.

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A sad chapter (cultural palace in background)

Krimean Heresy in the Islamic State (IS/ISIS)

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Artist’s impression of Krimean archeological treasures. What is buried in the Syrian sands?

Ancient cities, Ancient Kingdoms, Krimean connection. El-Fahir, Holy Algorithm. Nerich, Syria traveler. Early Krimean cultures.

These are notes in the margin of the Holy Qu’ran belonging to an unfortunate fighter in the Syrian war. The Targu Mures Historical Society is surprised indeed to receive such words from this war-torn corner of the earth. Yet we will be wise to remember Krim’s eternal attributes and wide influence – growing ever wider!

We hope to devote more time to this new avenue of research in the coming year, and pray for the emancipation of the Syrian people and their Krimean treasures.

Ovi Dänânae, Targu Mures Historical Society

The Unallocated

The Unallocated suffered severely under the iron hand of Jerna Nerich. While she swelled from fatty almond feasts, the poor thralls at the bottom of the feudal ladder had no sustenance but moss and moldy crumbs.

Lakes of Targu Mures

The matriarch took her biannual baths in the many ponds and lakes in our Mures Valley. In azure gown she would wallow like the Hippopotamus Amphibius of sub-Saharan Africii. Woe be to him of The Unallocated that was set on toweling duties.

Oh, what will thy next project be, Unallocated One? Releas’d from agony perhaps only in death.

Wise we would be never to forget The Unallocated, the unprofitable. From their caste would rise, in time, that great Red Rebel!

Have you met my friend, the Krimean?

Almond under microscope
Almond under microscope

Folk song from the Nerich valley. Traditionally performed by drâgospel/jew harp quartet in late-Transylvanian waltz-beat.

Have you met my friend,
the Krimean?
No, for he is
no friend of mine.

Have you met this stranger,
The Krimean?
No, for he was banished
from the valley

Have you met my enemy,
The Krimean?
Yes, I have seen him
in nightmares

Have you met my friend
The Krimean?
Leave me now,
I tire of your joke

Almond Grove
Almond Grove

Prayer of the Crimean-Catholic order

Monastery of the ancient Crimean Order
Monastery of the ancient Crimean Order

Recovered from monastery tomes donated to the Targu Mures Historical Society:

Semel in Chersonesum relegatus
Propterea dic ad Khmer cælaturas
Iuvenis filius praevaricationis Jacob
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Audio fidelium canunt
Natus est rex
Krim Jacob, vivet in aeternum
Quoniam die illa benedicta

Et Nerich tubis canere!
Audi quid dicat:
Illuc usque in sempiternum in tenebris,
Quia in die illa, quod damnatus

Ian Whitehouse has been so kind as to translate for the plebeian masses:

Once in the Crimea
Tell the Khmer carvings
Of the transgression of this young
son Jacob, the firstborn.

I hear the faithful sing
A king must have arrived
Krim Jacob will live forever
we are blessed this day.

And the trumpets of Nerich yell!
They tell us:
Crimea is forever in darkness
since that damned day

Jacobie, Jacobie (The passion of Jacobie I)

Upon that tree
Upon that tree

Jacobie was a Krímìnale. For this he was punished severely in the great gorge of hollow-horned mammals. From the Neerich-ian clan it was claimed that he had thieved as follows:

  • 10 Cherry Boston Players
  • 3 Hen birds (France)
  • 12-cylinder girls (who danced eight international agreements)
  • 2 friends and Pterici
  • 17 “Please note that the swimming pool” signs
  • 5 de L’mei Čelebić gold medals

Kyan was especially upset about the kidnapping of his most beloved, Pterici (his friends not so much). Kyan spoke in parable:

Before the blood sword legacy of the Sky King,
the courage of the swelling;
sword and Crimeajacobiianians
rushed into the sea
all their sons for Unabashed Pterici.

People now offer the spear to him – Sky King.

Jacobie was nailed to the Scapegoat tree in that grand gorge. His dying words:

Alien flesh-eating goats for youth and children!
Clothing, tyres, waste, there are many other things.

And there was not a man in the valley who understood, but one.

Nerich in struggle with hollow-horned mammal
Nerichian in struggle with hollow-horned mammal