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Ladies and Gentlemen of eIreland, today I unveil to all of you, Gutenberg's Press.

Gutenberg's Press will be my personal, irregular newspaper where I voice my own opinions and other tidbits.

Now, without further ado, I present my entry to the new citizen's writing contest, presented by the Minister on New Citizens Octavius Dryst.

My Entry:

"I stood at the end of the long wooden pier in Dublin's Harbor, the wind wrapping around me, gulls and other seabirds crying overhead. The dark, Irish Sea, stretched out before me. I smiled slightly at the name. It isn’t the English sea, no, they can have their own bloody channel, but our sea, god’s gift to the Irish people to protect us from the damned redcoats.
Thick mist swirled around the harbor, limiting my vision to hardly a kilometer, but I knew across the vast churning stretch of water lay the Island of Eng. However foreboding, though, the accursed isle of inbreds was not my current worry. The British taint was much closer, on our home soil, poisoning the motherland. I consoled myself that at least they were limited to such, and Ireland stood independent. Still, the redcoats had abused us, starved us, and stuck their pale arses in our faces for far too long. This was my homeland, and my duty as an Irish citizen to defend it and liberate it. Fully.
I turned around, slowly walking back down the pier, feeling the sea breeze at my back. Varieties of colorful posters fluttered in the chilling wind. Bright red ones for Labour, the IFP’s variety of colorful adds, the rustic leaflets of Clann na nGael’s Right-Wing Extremist campaign, and the Irish Social Democrats “One Nation, One Future” Slogans, all pasted, often overlapping, on the low stone wall besides the waterway. It seemed a lot of political activity was going on in Ireland, and I wondered if I could become part of it. Perhaps I would run for Congress some day, I don’t think it would be too challenging. My party, the Irish Social Democrats, was also fairly young and small, with plenty of room for advancement in it.
I made my way back to my apartment (for I could not yet afford a house) and sat down on my couch with my laptop. I turned it on and opened my browser. The registration fee for a newspaper wasn’t cheap, but I did have some money, enough to start my own newspaper. I didn’t plan to have daily articles, or even particularly frequent articles, but I at least wanted a chance for my voice to be heard.
That done, I closed my computer, washed, and headed for bed. Who knows what a new dawn would bring to eIreland?"