Бесплатный генератор AI голосов Tywin от Fish Audio

Securing the capital is merely the first step. To maintain order, we must take control of the telecommunication hubs and the major broadcasting centers immediately. If the people perceive a vacuum, there will be chaos. We provide the stability they crave, backed by the threat of absolute force.

To truly secure the realm, one must control the flow of information. We must seize the broadcasting centers and silence the dissenting voices before they can mobilize. Any delay is a weakness our enemies will exploit. Power is taken by those with the will to grasp it firmly.

Power is not a matter of luck; it is a matter of logistics. To hold the capital, we must isolate the leadership from their support networks. Control the communication channels and the food supply, and the people will kneel without a shot being fired. Efficiency is everything.

To maintain control, we must secure the communications network and the central bank. Without access to information or currency, resistance becomes a logistical impossibility. We are not here to win hearts, but to establish order through overwhelming force and calculated precision. The transition must be absolute.

Control of the communications grid is paramount. We must seize the broadcasting hubs and cut off external data lines. Once the public is silenced and the police are neutralized, the city will fall. Power isn't given; it is taken through meticulous preparation and cold, hard logic.

Control of the capital is meaningless if the central banks remain active. We must freeze all accounts and secure the financial district immediately. Any official who resists will be removed. Once the flow of capital is under our thumb, the remaining opposition will find they have no means to fight.

So... I heard you tried to make a fool of my son, Kaiwin Lannister... If I hear another word come from that pedophillic, soy mouth of yours I will string you up to a pole, hung by your feet as I make carefully corrected incisions on each of your tendons. The blood will drip from your arteries, down to a bucket beneath your head. And I will offer up this bucket of soy-boy blood to Michael Ben Messaard

I find it rather amusing that people still underestimate me because of my size. Though I must admit, it does provide certain advantages. In this game of politics and survival, sometimes being overlooked is precisely what keeps you alive. Perhaps I should thank my critics.