The Beppin Legacy

A Beppin Landmark Revitalised

2006-11-18T22:26:00.000+11:00

There's been little to report of late as my work has been consumed by the revitalisation project of Beppin's National Monument, spearheaded by myself with the aid of Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken. This task involved much hard work over a very long period, as I will describe momentarily.

In keeping Beppin fresh and on the cutting edge of design, we must endeavour to change the face of Beppin's landscape in ways that enhance and improve our nation, while still respecting the history of our great land. Such undertakings walk a very fine line and must adhere to the stringent policies of what is deemed worthy of investing our time and resources in.

This project, in the beginning, was almost abandoned simply on the basic logistics involved. You see, the Jacob's Ladder flowers used to dominate the Beppin National Monument are not exactly the easiest of species to procure. The Jacob's Ladder will only bloom when the ecosystem of our nation is completely perfect. Right down to the number of flowers, trees and even weeds that grow. On a national scale our Flora Division had to ensure every single hectare of Beppin was perfectly groomed and had the correct ratio of flowers to trees.

The largest issue this created was not that the meticulous work of the Flora Division had to do, but that it had to be done over such a long time. Indeed, not only must Beppin be flawless for the flower to sprout, but also the ecsystem can only support producing one single Jacob's Ladder a day... one a day.

Our plans began in earnest nearly two months ago, but the one thing we didn't plan for turned out to be our most tenacious opponent: the change of seasons. When this project began, the last days of summer were still dappled in the green hues that colour Beppin's fields and grasslands. Alas, autumn began and the greens dissolved into the rusty browns of a season that made keeping Beppin perfect a very hard undertaking. I don't know how many evenings were spent in the last two months with myself and Herr Benedict scanning the ground beneath us for the slightest change in texture to denote a hidden "pitfall" or unclaimed fossil. Many hours working very late into the night were eased by my enjoyment of Herr Benedict's company, even doing the most tedious work seems to be an exciting adventure when in the company of Beppin's favourite chicken.

The other issue faced with this project was the storage of the valuable flowers. We soon discovered having small Jacob's Ladder plantations just wasn't practical and made keeping track of the numbers grown very hard. After much discussion and brainstorming we discovered that the storage space in Baron Manor was going to be the only viable option for storing these flowers for any kind of long term arrangment. Of course this meant a bit of an impromptu spring cleaning of my personal storage but once these wondrous flowers started amassing I knew our goal was within reach.

And two months later, it is done. Finally, the work of many Beppians has literally bloomed into a celebration of our history and national identity. As I planted the final one this evening, I realised how impressive our final vision looked. All the planning and blueprints can never convey the sheer exuberant triumph of our new look National Monument.

I hope you enjoy it as much as we enjoyed creating it, and I hope it lives on forever as a testament to the ideals and spirit of all proud Beppians. Thank you everyone who aided us in this project and I personally hope that it instills even more pride in our nation.

The New Beppin National Monument

(Please forgive Herr Benedict's absence from the above photo, but as he said "Who'll take the photograph then, my Führer?")

A Powerful New Ally

2006-10-24T22:53:00.000+10:00

"The Strength Of Beppin Is In Us All"

Allow me to introduce the brightest rising star in the Beppin SS: Hauptscharführer Lobo S. Wolf. He only recently moved to Beppin from Hamtown, but his presence and work have been exemplary in dedication and pure results.

Herr Benedict took special interest in Herr Lobo the day he arrived and informed me of this New Beppian's public spirited behaviour. No sooner had Herr Lobo unpacked his belongings had he begun taking part in daily Beppin Flower Patrols. These low key, but highly essential, squads set about ensuring the flora of Beppin is growing exactly where it should be. Indeed, it is technically a gardening outfit, but the Flora Division also has the power to punish those on the spot who are found wantonly moving or damaging our valued flowers.

Hauptscharführer Lobo S. Wolf immediately joined the Flora Division upon arrival and his dilligence and committment to ensuring the flowers of Beppin are exactly where they should be is, simply, astounding. Our flowers have never been so well tended, and it's made my watering work in the mornings take much less time away from my morning regimen.

There have been some victims of Herr Lobo's flower clenched fist however, as it would seem the perpetrators responsible for displacing them to begin with have all, semmingly, left Beppin's fair shores permanently. One way, or another. I didn't want to ask too many questions as I could tell from the wicked gleam in Herr Lobo's eyes that some things are best not fully known.

He has proven his value to Beppin tenfold over the last week and his work just becomes more and more impressive. With myself and Herr Benedict's guidance I do believe Hauptscharführer Lobo S. Wolf will be a mainstay of the Beppin SS for many months to come.

2006 Acorn Festival: The Aftermath

2006-10-18T23:42:00.000+10:00

Thankfully, the debacle that was The 2006 Acorn Festival has come to an end. An entire week of futile work is behind Beppin now, and in its wake many questions have been asked of the capacity and competency of Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise in his role as Beppin's mayor.

The Acorn Festival resulted in much dismay from Beppin's citizens, as well as disgruntlement from regular visitors to our shores whom were turned away at our gates, with little explanation. I've had some meetings with the upper echelons of Beepin's heirarchy this week and have found absoloutely zero justification for the rules and restrictions Herr Tortimer has exercised over the last week.

It has been brought into question his competency in his role of mayor, and also, displayed how his powers can be taken too far while the government's hands seem tied. It's not the first time this has happened, and at Herr Tortimer's age (which is very old, even for a tortoise) there are factors of mental and physical health that we must take into account. From the meetings I've been part of it has been decided that we as a governing body will adapt our constitution to limit the powers of the mayor to make a repeat of the Acorn Festival travesty the last of its kind.

The mayor's role will be limited to record keeping work in Beppin's Town Hall and special appearances on holdays, appearing as a governmental representative who's actual powers to be part of the decision making process will be very limited. This may seem harsh, but other Beppians had much more severe ideas, including banishment and exile for Herr Tortimer. Indeed at one meeting it became so heated that Herr Benedict began dialling Kapp'n's phone number to have him extradited immediately.

I do believe this is the best result for the situation. Herr Tortimer is a beloved member of Beppin's community and he is an institution of our country. He's long been a representative of Beppin's ideals practices, but we can't let the past over rule the present. We would be more than remiss to see a repeat of the Acorn Festival next month, but it would far too reactive to strip him of his office all together.

I'm hoping this is the last we'll see of such problems in Beppin, as I'm not enjoying explaining to all our regular visitors why they weren't allowed in. It did mean a week without that troublesome Redd Fox though, so theres always at least one small positive to take away from the experience.

Speaking of postive things, we had some wonderful news this week regarding the Dinosaurierabteilung. The newest member to sign up for this project is none other than Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl, yes the curator of Beppin's National Museum has raised his wing and committed his services for the duration.

This is just the thing we need to top up our resources and gain some extra knowledge. Herr Blathers' experience in this kind of work is incredibly valuable and I think his presence on our team alone will bolster our research ten fold.

Welcome aboard Herr Blathers!

We'll be riding dinosaurs by Christmas!

A Cause For Concern

2006-10-13T23:28:00.000+10:00

This week has seen Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise hosting "The Acorn Festival" in what I can only see as an orgasm of poor planning and misguided ideals. This apparently annual festival has caused all manner of civil upheaval and has personally effected myself in a rather negative way.

I personally had no forewarning of this "festival" and wasn't part of the committee (if there was one) that set about it's implementation. Indeed, I'd say from the deplorable faults this "celebration" has wrought that there was no planning committee at all involved. Our country's holidays and celebrations are usually carefully planned affairs, maximising citizen involvement and with a genuinely apropriate theme to promote our proud Beppian ways.

Not since the travesty of "Flower Fest" earlier this year has an apparently well intended celebration caused so many problems with daily life in Beppin. Casting my mind back to Flower Fest, oh, what a terrible time. After carefully planning and planting flowers throughout Beppin, and taking in special attention to the cobblestone thoroughfares linking our land, Flower Fest turned into an open invitation for Beppians to uproot any flora they saw fit to be replanted in a random manner throughout the countryside.

I'm sure this was the work of some New Beppians who knew no better, but the cost of the this venture resulted in days upon days of work to set our nations prized flowers back to the place they were intended. Many hours were lost, and very little was gained through "Flower Fest" and I hope that next year (if it re-occurs) that all Beppians will think before they uproot the vibrant flowers that brighten our country.

Alas, back to our current predicament with the 2006 Acorn Festival. Afer discussing this matter with other senior members of Beppin's various governing bodies, I've found out that this is solely the work of Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise and he hasn't consulted anyone in any way, shape or form about this project. I must say that the first time I was notified of this festival I was more than surprised, and this goes tenfold for the first time I encountered Herr Tortimer (or Cornimer, as he apparently likes to be called) outside Beppin's Town Hall.

Quite what this personality of Cornimer attempts to convey is quite perplexing. His insatiable need for acorns sounds like a cry for help, from my perspective, and the disturbing mask he wears does little to set my mind at ease. The plan seems that he will reward acorn collection with a rare theme of furniture. Upon conferring with Herr Nook I've been informed that this "mush" furniture is not a part of any stock list available to Herr Nook, which makes these items even more suspicious in origin.

Aside from this I, as leader of Beppin, had two very susbtantial issues with Herr Tortimer's project. Firstly: Acorns. It seems almost insane to design a festival based around an object that is produced by only three (yes, three) trees in our entire country. Beppin is very well populated with pine, pear, apple, cherry and peach trees, their colourful fruit are plentiful, even in these rusty autumn days. To base a week long festival around a tree that is scarce, at best, in our land is not the work of a well balanced mind.

The other issue I have is that Herr Tortimer has instructed Brigadeführer Copper K. Dog to prohibit entry of any travellers or visitors to Beppin that aren't New Beppians. The regularly permitted traders and visitors to our shores have been sent away from our gates as part of this Acorn Festival. The reasoning for this, I find beyond comprehension, and given Herr Tortimer's recent Cronimer persona and apparent age, I believe our mayor is becoming a victim of senility in his golden years.

The Acorn Festival will be heavily investigated as aoon as it has finished, and I do believe the ramifications will be far reaching in coming public events in Beppin's future. I just hope Herr Tortimer is prepared to reap the consequences of the seeds he has sewn.

A Very Special Day In Beppin

2006-10-10T23:11:00.000+10:00

Yes, its a very happy day in Beppin today with the celebration of Beppin's favourite son: Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken's birthday. I received mail last week from Herr Frobert Z. Toad that Benedict's birthday was imminent, so I've been preparing much of this week to make it just that little bit more special.

Upon arrival at his Beppin Foreshore estate, Herr Benedict was in very high spirits. It would appear he's been rightfully celebrating all day long and the rosie glow around his beak was very welcoming. I could barely get in through the door before he was wrapping his wings around me and playfully teasing where his present was. Herr Frobert was dancing about in a rather joyous manner and we both raised a glass to Herr Benedict's good health.

I said to the birthday chicken that I had a surprise for him, as well as the present he kept goading me for, and after I convinced him to close his eyes for more than a second, I produced a special birthday cake for his special day:

Herr Benedict is notorious for his sweet tooth, so I knew he'd appreciate a lovely vanilla sponge cake with jam and cream between the layers, and lots of icing on top. As I was thinking of ideas for the cake I knew I'd have to tailor it to Benedict's passion of fossil collecting. Upon this unveiling Herr Benedict yelled "Unsere Ehre heisst Beppin!!" and immediately tried to mount the cake like it was a real dinosaur, much to our laughing mausement. He pulled up right in front of me, and winked and whispered: "Not just yet Herr Baron, eh? Not just yet." His new found passion for Beppin's Dinosaurierabteilung since his return has incresed our productivity in experiments tenfold, but as Herr Benedict knows, its patience and tenacity that will bring our dreams to reality.

After he blew out his candles and made a wish, we had a piece each and watched the sunset over the Beppin coastline. We were all quite merry by now and began singing old war songs and anthems from the old days. Our celebrations continued well past the suns dipping below the horizon and into the inky darkness of these chilly autumn evenings. As I refilled Herr Benedict's glass, for I'm not sure how many times, he sat upright and with much sobriety in his voice said:

"Now, how about that birthday present Baron."

I'd been holding on to a special item in my wardrobe at Baron Manor for quite awhile, thinking I'd find a good use for it, and as soon as I found out about this impending birthday, I knew I'd found a new home for it. What with Benedict's love of fossil's and the rarity and value of this piece, I thought it was only fitting.

His elation and happiness were only surpassed by my own as Herr Benedict desperately ran about his house looking for a place to display his new fossil. It's heartwarming to see such unbridled, almost childlike, joy from a head officer of the Beppin SS. It brought a very contented smile to my face as I could see the special plans we'd made had resulted in an extra special birthday for Beppin's favourite son.

Our night went on, with more drinking, singing and reminiscing over past victories and losses and loves and dreams. Once the clock struck 11pm I knew I should be heading home to Baron Manor as I had to be up early for tomorrow's Acorn Festival work.

On my departure Herr Benedict wrapped this large powerful wings around me one last time, and thanked me for the best birthday he's had in a long, long time. I told him is was my pleasure and that we all need to step back and celebrate every so often and with his birthday so close to the time he returned to Beppin; it had to be that little bit extra special.

As I was leaving I looked him in the eye and told him he'd better stick around now, or theres going to be hell to pay, in the most serious tone I could muster. To which he replied:

As I walked back home to Baron Manor, I had a smile on my face, a tear in my eye, and a glow in my heart. I feel almost guilty that I got such a wonderful present on someone elses birthday.

Back On Track

2006-10-05T22:29:00.000+10:00

How wonderful it is to have Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken amidst our ranks once again. The air seems sweeter, the flowers seem more vibrant, and the Beppin SS seem even more respected. Not that there's been any dissent or untowards attitudes directed at the Beppin SS in the past, but with such a revered and prolific leader like Herr Benedict back at the helm, the salutes and greetings from other Beppians seem just that little bit more enthusiastic.

I had an unscheduled meeting with Herr Benedict this evening, on these autumn days Beppin's flowers seem to need to be watered twice as much as before. It seems like an endless chore to water them daily, but the colour and vibrancy they bring to Beppin's autumn landscape more than makes up for the watering duties. Whilst giving the flowers along Beppin Foreshore a drink, Herr Benedict approached me in his usual energetic manner, and asked me something I'd been avoiding the subject of since his arrival: "How is the Dinosaurierabteilung coming along, Führer?"

It pained me to tell Herr Benedict that little had progressed in our project of creating a mounted Dinosaur Division for Beppin's military. Through our many, many, experiements of extracting the life force from Gyroids and manipulating it to reanimate fossilised dinosaur bones, we gleaned little useful results and from the many hundred of gyroids expended in the project there had still been no hard proof or theory that we could use. Indeed, in Herr Benedict's absence I'd grown tired of constantly destroying gyroids and dinosaur fossils day in, day out, and had put the project on the back burner for the forseeable future.

I told Herr Benedict that, in all honesty, without our shared passion for the Dinosaurierabteilung Project the job became too overwhelming, and with the sensitive nature of the experiments, I made my work more clandestine, only sharing it with those I believe could truly offer valued input. The project was just too big for one man and other Beppian's just didn't share the passion that we both fed off of.

The scowl on Herr Benedict's face froze, then melted into an understanding smile. He paused to take this in, at which point I said that I'd even been selling fossils off to Herr Nook in order to make some more room in Beppin Labs, as the work had just been piling up. This struck a nerve with Herr Benedict, I saw that gleam in his eyes, and that smile creep across his beak:

Of course he was right. Our Dino Solution is as grand a plan as there ever was, and it is indeed a noble and romantic endeavour. True enough, fortune and glory for Beppin await us. Such tremendously powerful words struck chords deep within me. The chicken before me, being such an inspiration, that I wanted to immediately take to the fields of Beppin with my shovel to unearth some new ingredients for our work.

It is genuinely incredible how powerful an individual can be. I've often had Beppian's praise me, their leader, which is always greatly appreciated, but I now know what they see, as that energy and inspiration is just what Herr Benedict brings to my life in Beppin.

Autumn Comes To Beppin

2006-10-03T23:48:00.000+10:00

It would seem that fate has been smiling upon me of late. As the green days of summer dissolve into the rusty shades of autumn, I feel contented once again. This past summer in Beppin has been incredibly active and successful in fleshing out the natural history wings of the Beppin National Museum. I'm sure Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl will be glad to see the busiest time of the year, in regards to insect collection, behind him and will no doubt enjoy handling less of Beppin's insects as we embark on the cooler months of the year.

It won't be long now before the first snows will be arriving at Beppin's gate, and our fertile lands will be covered with snow for the duration of winter. The sight of which always bring back fond memories of Christmases spent in the old land when this Baron was much younger in age and heart. Snowfilled days of play with warm spicy sweets to look forward to after those homemade soups and stews that mother always seemed to get just right. Ah, yes, those memories were a long time ago now, with most of my family departed of this earth, its the festive season that I spend with my beloved citizens that are now my love and my family.

But I do get ahead of myself. It is only the beginning of October afterall, but as I've beared witness to for much of this year: time gets away more and more quickly. Whilst walking the cobblestone streets of Beppin tonight I noticed some special flowers I'd planted many, many months ago. I'd not realised how long ago it was until today and the idea put me in quite a sombre mood. These once highly prized orange roses had now become just another flowering bush in Beppin's rich flower gardens, adjacent to Beppin Heads. Its odd how some things once so special lose their importance over time, yet others increase more and more.

Once upon a time breeding hybrid flowers was a mark of success, and each treated like the Gold Roses I always wished they would be, but our focus changes. For me it was the friendship of certain Beppians who became incredibly active and passionate in their work... of course I speak of Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken here, as for many months he was in every possible way my right hand man. The month or two without the presence of such prolific poultry amongst Beppin's citizens has seen a slowing down of sorts, a shift in projects, and working with new perspectives that New Beppian's bring with them when they move here.

As mentioned previously, Gruppenführer Rodeo C. Bull moved away from our fair shores a few days ago, and I eagerly awaited who would be moving in. For a day there was no one, and to be honest, by the following day I'd moved onto more pressing items of business. It wasn't until the following morning when I discovered a new house had been constructed over night. More jarring was that this New Beppian's house was built on the spot of Herr Benedicts own home, which brought to mind many mixed emotions. But I knew I had to let Herr Benedict go, and perhaps this New Beppian's house being built on his previous site would eventually take my mind off his absence. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling the emptiness in walking by a vacant lot once occupied by a highly valued citizen of your country.

After pausing, I knocked and entered the house of Beppin's newest resident, and was greeted by an almost tearful old friend who's outstretched wings and quivering beak spoke more than words ever could:

The feelings are very, very mutual, Herr Benedict.

Welcome back my dear friend, welcome back.

Prince Of The Rodeo

2006-09-30T23:41:00.000+10:00

Soldiers of Beppin, Work for Victory!

Pictured above is Beppin's most recent poster campaign, with Gruppenführer Rodeo C. Bull as the focus, such an heroic visage lends itself beautifully to inspire and empower our countrymen as we constantly evolve and grow as a nation. I was a tad concerned about the artwork being so visceral in its imagery of war and combat, as theres been little conflict anywhere of late (outside of the odd skirmish with Brigadeführer Copper K. Dog keeping unwanted invidividuals from moving in).
But after seeing Herr Rodeo in his full military uniform, well, all doubts I had flew out the window. Such a specimen of pure Beppian breeding, Herr Rodeo stands out as a model physical specimen,...and he was more than happy with the results.

The past few weeks have seen a bit of a reshuffle in our country's inhabitants. Recent New Beppians Frau Mallary Q. Duck and Frau PomPom V. Duck have settled in wonderfully, and have been very active in their citizenship, with both spearheading new ideas involving furniture and insect collecting. Though they aren't related, it's hard not to see the similarities in them, indeed the traits of cetain species or races are usually common amongst their members. As Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck set the standard for ducks in Beppin, Frau's PomPom and Mallary raise it higher.

Some departures from our fertile shores include a short stay from Frau Mathilda A. Kangaroo, an odd character who's skittish behaviour, although charming, seemed to keep her from settling in. From one day to another her personality and needs seem to change drastically. One day she was desperately after Lovely furniture, and the next she was in need of certain fossils. Very odd behaviour, and other Beppians noticed this too. On more than one occassion I saw well established Beppian's storm off after only short conversations with her. Well, her recent departure means she is now someone elses problem, but I do hope she enjoyed her time in Beppin and that in some small way she takes a bit of Beppin with her to wherever she's living now.

Strange how things like this happen. One never knows what's around the corner. Life is like trying to breed hybrid flowers: no matter how much you try to make certain breeds; it's fate that decides what is going to surprise you with what flowers tomorrow. Reflecting on this, I wouldn't have it any other way. This old Baron's seen a lot in his lifetime, but it's the day to day surprises that are what inspire me the most. Twenty years ago I'd have never believed I'd be made so happy by finding newly sprouted Jacob's Ladders every day, but just knowing Beppin is perfect in mine and nature's eyes is a reward that warms my battlehardened heart.

Ah, in this time of contendedness even the sight of Herr Rodeo packing his belongings and telling me he needs to move on to something new dosen't distress me. I've learned that fighting against change is a futile waste of energy, I'll be waving him goodbye from Beppin's Golden Gates tomorrow, and I'll be welcoming with open arms the next individual who wishes to move in. I wish you well Herr Rodeo, and I hope our paths cross again one day, when the fates decide so.

Beppin Memories: 8th September 1943

2006-09-08T23:53:00.000+10:00

My, the time gets away...it only seems like yesterday, but its such a long time ago.
The above picture was taken in Herr Hitler's own home, on this very day, in 1943. I'd been called in to discuss some pressing matters with Herr Hitler involving the land that would soon become the country of Beppin. His concern was more of a personal nature, as he wanted to be sure I didn't have conflicting interests in forming a new country whilst beingl a servant of Herr Hitler's armed forces.

Of course, in no uncertain terms, I told Herr Hitler my allegiance was nothing for him to be concerned about, at which point he became very relaxed, as if my words had been exactly what he wanted to hear. I took this opportunity to compliment Herr Hitler on his Classic themed furniture. Indeed, his eyes lit up at the mention of it and he asked me if I had access to a Classic Vanity to finish of his collection. Alas, I'd not seen this piece and suggested he contact Redd Fox, as distasteful as the thought may be, as he's probably the only way he'll acquire such an item.

Herr Hitler began cursing the name of Redd Fox, rather verbosely. He became very animated when he recounted the forged paintings the "schmutzig fox" had sold him. I could sympathise with his rage, as Redd Fox had caused me untold embarassment when presenting paintings to Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl, only to be told the painting I'd just spent my hard earned bells on was a fake.

Myself and Herr Hitler shared a laugh at this problem we had in common, and shared a cup of coffee as we discussed the design of Herr Hitler's room and the feng shui that could be maximised from it. Such fond memories of the little personal contact I had with Herr Hitler are rather highly valued, from my point of view. It's these insights into the very intimate ways of his thinking that I take my own perspective.

At this early stage I was already planning the eventual design of Beppin, by learning from Herr Hitler's mistakes. I was very conscious of not repeating his errors in judgement and policy, and hoped to improve upon his achievements by adding my own ideas as well.

I fondly remember that afternoon, drinking coffee with Herr Hitler while discussing the aesthetic value of different furniture themes and seeing a side of him not many others had the chance to experience. He may be looked back upon as history's greatest villain, but from my point of view, he was just another man doing what he thought best for his country, while trying to complete a set of furniture for his house.

A Wild Ride For Rodeo

2006-09-07T22:39:00.000+10:00

Today saw much action in Beppin. This was in no small part the responsibility of Herr Rodeo, or as his title now stands, Gruppenführer Rodeo C. Bull. Herr Rodeo's early promotion has been very well earned and he's, assuredly, very worthy of his new rank.

The day began with the now all too common misplacement of flowers around Beppin. I was none too pleased to have my morning's work interrupted by some unplanned gardening, but this work must be done. Whilst replacing the last of the disturbed flowers, I ran into Her Rodeo. He was in a rather happy mood and told me in no uncertain terms that this was the last time I'd be having to move Beppin's flowers back to their rightful positions.

I admired his confidence and set about my work for the day, much of which was spent with Unterscharführer Camofrog F. Frog. It has come to pass that Herr Camofrog's keen interest in fossils has seen him enlist himself in the Dinosaurierabteilung project and his latest experiments required his acquisition of iguanadon fossils. I was more than happy to furnish him with the iguanadon skull and torso but its tail remained elusive today. Heres hoping I'll dig one up tomorrow to keep Herr Camofrog's work on track.

Whilst out getting one of these fossils for Herr Camofrog, I came across a rather disgruntled Frau Friga. She was pacing around the Beppin National Monument and was very upset. Conversing with her gleaned no information about her current aggravated mood, so I left her to her own devices whilst I got back to my work with Herr Camofrog.

Upon returning to his home with my newly acquired iguanadon skull in hand, I mentioned to him what I'd seen. His immediate response was:

It would seem Herr Rodeo's reputation has extended to all of Beppin's citizens. Herr Camofrog went on to tell me of his chat with Rodeo earlier that morning. He said Herr Rodeo had a fool proof plan set in motion to catch Beppin's flower-mover and he was very sure of how effective it would be. After finishing my work with Herr Camofrog I retired to Baron Manor for the remainder of the afternoon, with my anticipation of meeting Herr Rodeo in the evening growing by the minute.

Upon my evening stroll on the Beppin Foreshore I had met up with Her Rodeo and had a brief chat regarding his progress in his duties. He said he had completed all goals of the mission and will await further orders with baited breath. When I asked him for proof of his success, he simply replied "I'll let Unterfeldwebel Pete B. Pelican deliver that to you.".

Well, all I can say is this evening I received a short letter from Frau Friga that she's emigrating from Beppin immediately. It would seem that Gruppenführer Rodeo C. Bull's plan has worked very well and his actions, whatever they may have been, have seen the swift removal of one of Beppin's most conniving dissidents.

Herr Rodeo has succeeded beyond my wildest dreams and has proven his worth to our country in the most decisive display of law enforcemnt I've seen in many years. With Frau Friga out of Beppin, we can focus on some of the new ideas I've been cooking up recently,... and I can't think of a better assistant to help me enact them than our own Gruppenführer Rodeo C. Bull.

Of Anthems And Flowers

2006-09-06T23:25:00.000+10:00

Herr Rodeo has definitely made his presence known in Beppin recently. As soon as he'd unpacked his belongings in his new abode he set about joining the Beppin SS. After a brief induction by Obergruppenführer Cyrano F. Anteater, I presented him with his new uniform, as pictured.

His spirits were very high and I thought this a good opportunity to make himself more well known to the Beppin Elders. I asked him if he'd like to attend an informal meeting of the Heads Of Beppin this evening in the quarters of Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise on the second floor of our town hall. Unsurprisingly, Herr Rodeo was very pleased amd excited to attend.

Even more satisfying was how the Beppin Elders took to Herr Rodeo. His physical size and distinguished features made quite an impression. During our discussions over this weekend's La Di Day festivities, Herr Rodeo came up with some excellent suggestions involving having residents also come up with a national musical instrument that our national anthem can then be played on in everyone's home, as an ongoing celebration of this very nationalistic event.

Herr Nook agreed that this idea was something he'd be proud to be part of and produced his master catalogue, citing available instruments to make a short list from that we can then put to Beppin's citizens to decide. Once one is declared the winner, every Beppian shall receive their instrument in the post to place in their house. I do believe this is stellar idea from Herr Rodeo and is a great start to this new chapter of his life in his newly adopted country.

I also issued Herr Rodeo with his first official duty in the Beppin SS. It's come to my attention that a citizen is moving flowers around our country. Placing them in seemingly random places that puts our entire flora system out. The flower lined cobble stone thoroughfares of Beppin are more than just common paths, they are a national treasure of our country.

I personally made it a project of mine to link all Beppian's houses together with hand tooled walkways that allow not only Beppin's residents to get about their business more efficiently, but also for visitors to Beppin to find their way around more easily. There's been many a time a first time visitor to Beppin has commented on the charm, beauty and effectiveness of our streets and the flowers lining them.

For a Beppian to move these flowers for "fun" or as some kind of jape, is unacceptable behaviour. Every house has room for their own flower garden which every Beppian can plant their own native flowers in, but relocating flowers from their designated places isn't tolerated.

I'm confident Herr Rodeo will find the culprit committing this civil disobediance and I'm sure he has his own ideas about how to make sure the individual dosen't do it again. I look forward to discussing his findings with him tomorrow.

Playing By His Own Rules

2006-09-05T23:19:00.000+10:00

"Believe in the Future, Believe in Beppin"

Something odd happened this morning. In my morning mail I received a letter from Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck informing me that he had left Beppin. The letter was short and to the point, but it was a genuine shock. Why had Herr Drake left his country in our hour of need? The question played on my mind for the next half hour.. why Drake why... Then, whilst have my morning Pigeon Blend in The Roost Cafe, I realised what was going on.

Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck is usually thinking two moves ahead when it comes to the way his mind works in these situations. I've seen him demonstrate this in his early training. He'd set plans in motion without the enemy having even the inclination that something might be up, then before they know it the sword of Damocles falls down on them before they know what's happening.

It's Herr Drake's way. Nothing is initially obvious, just like his leaving. My first feelings of confusion and despondance would have been just as he'd have predicted. But Herr Drake knew I was going to work it out eventually. Indeed, I firmly believe Herr Drake is keeping Beppin's best interests at heart in his recent emigration. I would be very, very, surprised if thats the last I hear of Herr Drake, but due to extenuating circumstances regarding the security of recent communications, I will leave it at that. Good luck Herr Drake. Beppin is with you.

The vacancy left by Herr Drake's move allowed for a new member to join our country. Setting up residence just south of Baron Manor today was one Herr Rodeo C. Bull. Quite the formidable figure with his fur of darkest gray and his eyes of burning embers, he is the embodiment of power and strength. After I'd grown accustomed to his impressive physical form I introduced myself. At this point Herr Rodeo was very vociferous in his praise of Beppin and recounted past times I'd met him in Nut City; citing my inspiration as a major factor in his moving to Beppin.

Although very pleasing to one's ego, I had to stress to Herr Rodeo that Beppin wasn't the product of its leader. No, Beppin was the result of every single individual who set up residence in our country. Beppin's success was always because of its citizens, the work I do is secondary to the proud Beppians who dedicate their lives to glory and honour of our country.

Upon hearing this I could see Herr Rodeo's burning eyes show stark recognition and understanding. I told him he should visit Obergruppenführer Cyrano F. Anteater once he's settled in and he'll set him on the right track. Herr Rodeo was very eager and promised he'd be paying him a visit as soon as he'd unpacked his furniture.

I can see Herr Rodeo settling into life in Beppin very quickly. His personality and sense of duty and honour are wonderful characteristics to have and his proud and powerful physical presence are undoubtedly a bonus. I can see this new Beppian rising through the Beppin SS ranks very quickly indeed. This could quite easily balance out the loss of Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck from the Beppin SS... then again, I've a feeling Herr Drake knew this was coming all along.

This should make for some very interesting times ahead, I'm sure.

Beppin Propaganda Initiative #32-F

2006-09-01T20:53:00.000+10:00

Frau Friga remains a resident in Beppin.

Until the Beppin SS can extricate her from our fair land we are in communications lock down.

Even this personal document is subject to a self imposed censure until we can be sure this situation poses no threat to the security of Beppin.

I've a feeling this will pass a lot sooner, rather than later, based on some of the plans Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck ran by me last night.

Let me just say thank god he's on our side.

A Penguin In The Ointment

2006-08-30T23:10:00.000+10:00

It was a lovely day today in Beppin. The sun was shining through our tree lined cobbled thoroughfares and I noticed something quite peaceful and contented in the behaviour of our residents. A noticible absentee in my travels today was Coco. Now, Coco's been a special resident as I believe she may hold the missing link between the gyroid research I've been conducting. As this is a rather sensitive subject (based on the previously mentioned methods employed) I've been easing Frau Coco very slowly into the idea of getting involved. This has been a hard job as most Beppian's are well aware of what goes on in the Beppin Science Labs, but don't share Herr Coco's "pedigree", therefore all our citizens have been informed to keep the more unpleasant details of our research hush-hush.

All Beppian's have been very supportive of this and have made Frau Coco feel very welcome in our country and kept our gyroid experiment details on a need to know basis. Most unfortunately, it would seem that someone in Beppin has upset Frau Coco, possibly with these sensitive details, and I entered her house tonight to see all her belongings packed up in boxes and a rather nervous and tense Frau Coco pacing up and down her now bare living room.

As documented above, I couldn't get the details of her departure out of her, but her tone and body language spoke volumes. I've seen others act the same way when their lives have been endangered and it instantly made me wonder what had caused this very quick change in Frau Coco's behaviour. Based on the evidence I've collected, it would seem I've discovered the source of this problem, and that problem is Frau Friga I. Penguin.

I had my suspicions about Frau Friga when she moved back to Beppin earlier this week. Or so I thought. Frau Friga was a model Beppian a few months ago, and moved away a while back. I was never 100% sure where she had moved to, but I trusted she knew what was best for her and assumed that she would one day come back to Beppin when she was ready.

Upon Frau Friga's return early this week, I noticed there were some changes about her. Nothing too extraordinary, mainly some changes to her wardrobe and she picked up some new elements to her conversation, which was to be expected. But Frau Friga began to behave differently too, it was the small things that I picked up on first. Her conversation topics, and also the way she kept to herself in public.

The old Friga was a very social penguin, always chatting to other Beppian's and keeping abreast of the latest gossip. The new Frau Friga seemed to go to great lengths to not socialise with other Beppians. On many occassions this week I've seen her completely change the direction she was walking in in order to avoid social contact with her fellow countrymen. The only other Beppian I've ever seen Frau Friga spend any time with, since she moved back, was with Frau Coco, who just happens to be her neighbour as well.

This just didn't sit right,.. at all. I've never been one to act on suspicions but since this revelation involving Coco has surfaced, I'm almost certain Frau Friga is the cause of what has made her decide Beppin is no longer a safe place for her to live. This also begs the question as to what motives Frau Friga has for these actions. It wouldn't be unrealistic to think that Beppin's enemies could have sent spies in to monitor our progress on the Dinosaurierabteilung, as such a powerful military force could definitely cause concern for our Beppin's detractors.

It also suggests that perhaps Frau Friga is not actually the same penguin who once lived in Beppin. As fantastical as it may sound, in this day and age the lengths to which spies will go to achieve their goals makes cosmetically changing their appearance to look like someone else rather commonplace. Which means at least two possibilities for this situation. One, that Frau Friga has been employed by her new host country as a spy to see the downfall of Beppin by bringing down its military complex from within. Or two, that this is indeed not the Frau Friga I knew at all and is running an unknown but definitely malicious agenda against Beppin and is looking to wreak untold damage on our country.

I've informed the Beppin SS and Frau Friga is under 24 hour personal surveillance by Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck in order to monitor what her next plans may entail. For the moment I think I've convinced Frau Coco to stay in Beppin, and I hope I can dispel some of the worry she currently has... providing she hasn't been completely brainwashed by this diabolical penguin already.

Farewell Herr Benedict, Good Riddance Frau Monique, Welcome Herr Drake

2006-08-29T21:24:00.000+10:00

Time waits for no man and nothing's been truer this past week in Beppin. The most pertinent issue that has occurred is the leaving of Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken from our fair shores. Yes, this year's Beppin Cross winner has moved on and despite my endeavours to convince Herr Brewster to install a 24 hour buffet, as per Benedict's request, this was not enough to keep him here. Wherever he goes he shall take Beppin with him, and although he has left, his mark has been indelibly left on the minds and hearts of all Beppians.

This event wasn't something that surprised me, a lot our work on the Dinosaurierabteilung has been gruelling and taxing, allowing little time for anything else. Herr Benedict is a free spirit and I guess he just got one low HRA score too many to keep on being active in our project. He was always so proud of his interior design, it's no surprise that he had to move on the allow this part of his personality to flourish without the responibilities of being Oberstgruppen-Führer of the Beppin SS. It is sad to see my friend leave, but this has happened before, and he has returned. I think this is more a personal sabbatical for Herr Benedict and look forward to the day he comes back to Beppin, whenever that may be.

After this departure Beppin was subject to an unsavoury character moving in. How they got past Beppin's stringent immigration rules, I have no idea, but the arrival of Frau Monique L. Cat was instantly a salacious and amoral affair.

I'd heard stories about Frau Monique's "loose" morals via our communications network's with other countries. Her voracious appetites of questionable taste were the stuff of many limericks and dirty jokes. Upon meeting this feline fatale she wasted no time in alluding to many of the "services" she provided. The innapropriate manner of this suggestion disgusted me and from this point I steered well clear of her. Then I noticed certain patterns emerging.

First, there was a conversation I had with Herr Cyrano the next day, where he asked me if I thought Frau Monique and Herr Camofrog were more than "just friends". This took on a decidedly sordid angle when chatting to Herr Jitters R. Bird the next day when he asked me if I thought Frau Monique and Herr Frobert were more than "just friends". It sickened me to think what this new Beppian was doing throughout the country. An even more shocking event occurred a few days later when I discovered a very sick Herr Frobert who was recently of excellent health and fitness,... before he had had social "engagements" with Frau Monique.

It was obvious that Frau Monique was practicing all manner of lewd conduct with other Beppians and using her feminine charms to spread her influence throughout the country. The final straw occurred when Frau Coco fell ill the day after I noticed her spending an extended amount of time with Frau Monique in public (and who knows how long behind closed doors) the previous day. Beppin has much tolerance for relationships that aren't exactly traditional, but when there is infection and irresponsible spreading of disease involved, it requires swift and decisive action to be taken.

This was the perfect chance for new Beppin SS Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck to put into practice some of the skills he's been learning in our training sessions. Herr Drake has been another quiet achiever who lets his duty and honour displayed in his work speak for itself. Aside from some passing comments from a very impressed Obergruppenführer Cyrano F. Anteater, I had heard little about Herr Drake's achievments until recently. He's a powerful figure now and his reputation is well known throughout the country. Indeed, the loss of Herr Benedict proved less severe with such young, strong and dedicated Beppian in Herr Drake coming through the ranks.

For one of his first special assignments I decided it would be Herr Drake's job to rid Beppin of Frau Monique L. Cat via any means he deemed necessary. He too believed she was a threat to the values and ideals that Beppian's hold true and promised me the job would be done before nightfall. Now, I have no real need to know the fine details of the inner workings of the Beppin SS's methods, but I do know they can be very convincing and persuasive when they need to be. Sure enough the next morning Frau Monique (and her house) weren't anywhere to be seen and her presence in Beppin has been removed completely. I noticed an extra broad smile on Sturmbannführer Drake T. Duck's bill that morning, and I gave him an appreciative nod and smile for his work.

After such successful work, I thought it as good a time as any to see if Herr Drake would take an interest in working with myself on the Dinosaurierabteilung project. He was unsure at first, but I invited him over to the science wing of Baron Manor last night to further explain the plans to him. Upon my illustrating the need to extract the life force from gyroids to be used in the regeneration process for the fossils, Herr Drake asked how this was achieved. When I told him it involved a rather visceral and messy combination of electricty and a siphon he was less than impressed...

However, upon showing him my small successes so far and sharing Herr Benedict's results with him, he took on a new interest in this mission of ours. I saw a gleam in his eye that lit up the room. I could see his imagination had just realised how powerful and mighty a mounted Dinosaur Division would be for Beppin's military. I could see a smile creep across his bill that was the same smile I'd seen on Herr Benedict's beak when we began this assignment.

I could also see that the future for Beppin's Dinosaurierabteilung was bright with myself and Herr Drake at working on it together; a new chapter begins.

Sieg für Beppin!!

Time Out

2006-08-20T23:56:00.000+10:00

There's been an absence of reports of late, which was unplanned, but is nonetheless unavoidable. Last wednesday strange and disturbing things began happening to the machine I use to document the Beppin Legacy. This became a major issue, and new machinery had to ordered via Herr Nook to replace it. This took time unfortunately, and meant I really had little connection to the world outside of Beppin for quite a while.

I took it upon myself to capitalise on this time and make it a "time out" of sorts. I stood back and did some introspective reflection, something I'd not done for quite some time. The pressures on my work in Beppin can seem all consuming at times. It's often needed to pull away from one's work and appreciate what you really have.

For instance, during this little hiatus Frau Purrl O. Cat decided she needed to move away from Beppin. Now, usually, I'd ask my more prolific Beppians who decide to do this to reevaluate their decision before taking action. This time I didn't. Frau Purrl has always been a model Beppian and her orientation and support of recent arrivals such as Frau Rosie and Herr Frobert have made for exemplary displays of her skills in diplomacy and her own personality.

Things change though. Who's to say why Frau Purrl decided to move, but I must grant her the respect and trust that her reasons are as valid as anyone elses. I'd be lying if I said I won't miss her, but allowing her to move on and exeperience all life has to offer is something no one should be denied. It's this stepping back, and looking at the large picture, instead of the small picture (of which one of Frau Purrl sits in Baron Manor). We are too often caught up in details and intricacies that, often, are a futile cause.

Now I've had my new communications machine set up, courtesy of Herr Nook, I can get back to my routine of documenting my work. The time away has shown me that the world dosen't end if you aren't around. It keeps on going.

The main thing to remember is to appreciate what we have when we have it and enjoy the moment. I'll be reporting new developments on the Dinosaurierabteilung and other Beppincentric issues imminently and shall be resuming regular service as of today.

The flowers in Beppin seem more colourful tonight, and Herr Brewster's special blend tastes even better than usual, this old Baron's smiling a lot tonight, and is looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.

Expired Gyroids For Sale, Job Lot: Going Cheap!

2006-08-15T23:07:00.000+10:00

In order to dispose of the gyroids myself and Herr Benedict are using in our experiments, we've had to work on different methods, and it's becoming a problem.
The amount of gyroids we go through has already filled up Beppin's Recycling Station in our town hall, much to the chagrin of Frau Phyllis Z. Pelican; who made it her own personal business to inform us that the Recycling Station isn't designed for such heavy use.

We've had to come up with some opther ideas because of this. I'll be damned if I let this project fail simply because of insufficient resources to cope with our byproduct waste. My latest ideas involve copious amounts of fire, courtesy of some items procured from Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise during this past weekend's fireworks display.

If nothing else, it certainly was a lot of fun!

This increase in gyroid consumption is in no small part due to my recent acquiring of a Siphon via Herr Nook's retail establishment. This small, but valuable, piece of machinery has made extracting the gyroid's lifeforce a much quicker, and far less messy, procedure. What once took an afternoon to extract is now done in a few quick pumps of this ingenious little device. But, solving one problem creates another.

I really don't wish for Beppin's vast fields and forests to be dumpng grounds for gyroid corpses,.. I'm sure it'd ruin my "perfect town" status as well and need every Jacob's Ladder I can produce for the floral display at the Golden Gates Of Beppin. So this is obviously not an option, and other methods need to be looked into, before this minor issue becomes a major one.

I tried leaving some expired gyroids on Beppin's foreshore so that the sea could take them into her vast, dark and cold, embrace on the next tide. Lest they still remained exactly where I had left them the following morning. Immunity to the powers of the tide seem to be another of their surprising natural innate abilities. It would seem every idea I have is as quickly disproved as it is enacted when dealing with these creatures.

I'd be remiss to think these problems will sort themselves out on their own. This issue really could pose a threat to the perfection of Beppin. Perhaps there will be ways to enlist the services of loyal Beppian's in their disposal. Indeed, they never cease to amaze me with their ideas and ingenuity.

Well, I'd best get back to my experiments, and I need to check in with Herr Benedict before he retires this evening to see what ideas he's come up with.

Coco

2006-08-13T23:32:00.000+10:00

There are many legends in our lands. Folklore, tales that go back before time was recorded. These are told from generation to generation and often get more and more entertainingly embellished with each retelling. It's these stories that form the basis of many superstitions that seem to be very, very powerful.

I've been told one since I was wee Baron. One of scary monsters, monsters of great power. Monsters who are now very, very real. The legend I speak of was about a race of creatures of untold power. They were hybrids of two type living creatures: gyroids and animals. These creature's had no names, they roamed the woodlands and forests of our continent. Wreaking havoc when threatened by channelling their natural elemental power of their base animal and the gyroid element they were formed with.

These creatures were blamed for many acts of terror and destruction, the truth of which is rather uncertain. It was the vehemence of their powers that has withstood the tests of time, all the legends had this common theme. One is told that if one hears the same story from multiples of different sources then it indeed may be based in truth. I for one have heard many, many legends based on these creatures over the course of my life, and based on the current knowledge I've acquired in my experiments with Beppin's gyroids, I'd be a fool to think a hybrid animal/gyroid being wouldn't be of a creature of untold power.

Which brings us to Coco. I had first encountered Frau Coco in Nut City, a few months ago. Her visage shocked me through to my bones upon seeing this godless monstrosity. At this stage I'd not yet begun the plans for Beppin's Dinosaurierabteilung and it's appearance brought to mind those childhood nightmares caused by reading too many fairy tales before bedtime. Casual introductions were all I could deal with before I made a hasty exit from her admittedly nicely furnished abode.

I've always been a firm believer in things happening for a reason. The decisions and events that shape our lives are often obvious and if something is supposed to happen, then things will fall into place to make it a reality. It's been a creed of mine for many years and rings true very often. We can make things happen if we just recognise what it is we need to make our dreams reality.

I could say it was a coincidence that Coco moved to Beppin, but I see far too many other circumstances and events that have happened along this path to simply write it off to chance. No. This was meant to happen. Frau Coco is quite possibly the missing link in much of the data the Third Reich couldn't acquire during their forays into dinosaur regeneration.

Exciting as this is, I feel I must take very small steps in including Frau Coco in our plans. I can definitely assure you that this new Beppian will be receiving some special treatment from Beppin's Baron, but I do hope this will be reciprocal in the long run.

Things seem to be off to a good start however. A Lab Wall present from Frau Coco this evening... a sign of things to come?

Everything happens for a reason...

Fireworks: In The Sky, And On The Land

2006-08-12T23:03:00.000+10:00

These saturday nights in August are such spectacles to enjoy. With the chiming of Beppin's clocktower at 7pm comes the sparkling majesty of the fireworks display. This also provides and excuse for me to take Sturmeagle to the air again and enjoy the spectacle from up on high. It's a guilty pleasure, but the smiles on the faces of all Beppians lets me know everyone else is enjoying it as much as I am (for an archival image of myself and Sturmeagle, click here).

After my dogfights through the fireworks and I had Sturmeagle safely landed and back in her wing of the Beppin National Museum, I had my usual evening constitutional walk around Beppin's cobblestone thoroughfares. It was such a glorious evening, I took my time and was easily distracted by Beppian's wanting to have a casual chat with their leader.

As I approached the shopping precinct, I noticed a new arrival had set up their house. At this point I'd like to step back a few days. Although I haven't documented it previously, this week saw the departure of Frau Marina A. Octopus from our fair land to unknown regions. Frau Marina was a wonderful Beppian, a true embodiment of our spirit and ideals.

Whenever I think of Frau Marina, I remember a time, months ago, when she approached me on Beppin's Foreshore. She'd grown tired of her catchphrase, which was at that time "Blurp". After careful consideration I suggested "Sieg Heil!" as a victorious salute to the glory of our nation.

When I offered this, she paused and reflected for a second, and then said the words that will stay forever as my memory of Frau Marina: "Sieg Heil? Sieg Heil! I feel like a new person - no, I feel like who I should be." These words echoed through my very soul. She had distilled into one statement what Beppin is all about. My smile didn't subside that day, such a personal link to one's country was something I wish for all Beppians to feel.

From that day on I knew, regardless of where her life led her, Frau Marina was the essence of Beppin and I knew I'd never regret her leaving Beppin if she decided to as she'd proven what an increidbly strong link she had with her country. Wherever she would go; I knew she'd take Beppin with her.

And this week she did, with little fuss, Frau Marina moved away. I do miss her, but I have the comfort of the picture of her smiling face on display in Beppin's Hall of Remembrance in Baron Manor. A comfort that always brings a smile to my face, and warms my heart every time I behold it. A lasting memory, that will be eternally remembered. Farewell Frau Marina, may you prosper in your newly adopted home, wherever that may be.

Which brings me back to this evening. As I made my way through Beppin's shopping precinct I noticed that there was suddenly a house on the land where Frau Marina had lived. This open space that I was just getting accustomed to seeing vacant was no longer. After I realised a new Beppian must have just moved in, I checked the name plate on the house.

It read: "Coco's House".

(this post will be continued tomorrow after I regain enough composure to continue)

The Gyroid Factor

2006-08-11T23:04:00.000+10:00

Now that the Dino Solution has been enacted, the merest hint of rain brings about excitement around Beppin. For it is the rain the brings the gyroids to the surface of Beppin's fertile top soil. Walking through Beppin today, there were so many smiling faces and excited citizens, all knowing that rain today means gyroids tomorrow. On ther science front, myself and Herr Benedict are plodding along with our experiments in gyroid/fossil combinations. We're very confident of creating a formula that will designate gyroids to fossils for successful regeneration. We can almost feel it within our grasp. It won't be long now.

A new resident to Beppin, Herr Jitters R. Bird, has been a small concern of late. His demeanour and character, although overtly normal, seems to betray an underlying skepticism and distrust of Beppin's operation, and the Beppin SS.

Herr Jitters keeps to himself and dosen't venture far from his home, which is situated far from most Beppians. His nearest neighbour being Schütze Cyrano F. Anteater informs me Herr Jitters is displaying the behavioural traits of those afflicted with paranoia and general disharmony with one's environment. Herr Cyrano reports that he believes further action towards Herr Jitter's need be investigated.

I took this upon myself, I think it's an accurate display of how much we value our citizens if the country's most highly appointed representative can deal with personal matters of our citizens on a "one on one" basis. Casual conversation revealed little insight. However, I visited Herr Jitter'sd residence this evening and discovered something rather disappointing.

It would appear that Herr Jitters is hoarding gyroids for his own personal decor. His flagrant disregard of the Dino Solution is very disheartening to me and I think we as a country need to take another step up in our initiative. As a compliment to the instructions set out in the Dino Solution, we will spearhead a secondary initiative, targetting those who disobey these new regulations:

As of this weekend, spot checks at random Beppian's houses will be performed by the Beppin SS to ensure that gyroids are not being kept for use as personal decor. The Dino Solution requires complete commitment from all Beppians. Failure to do this will mean alerting all other Beppian's of their disservice by being marked with the above symbol.

As the text says: "He who has this symbol is an enemy of Beppin". This symbol will be used to show other Beppian's who isn't supporting their country. The Beppin SS will handle this initiative, and I hope it will convince those hoarding gyroids for their own HRA scores to think twice, and do what is right for Beppin.

The Dino Solution

2006-08-09T23:32:00.000+10:00

The last few days have been rather eventful in the glorious land of Beppin. Not the least of which has been a country wide intitiative formulated by myself, Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise and the Beppin SS. A new decree has been intiated. A decree from now on to be known as The Dino Solution.

In order to collect the necessary amount of life force from the land's gyroids to resurrect a full Dinosaurierabteilung, we must take action at a national level. Beppin must make it a priority to collect these gyroids, as is the burden of every citizen, and then transport them to our science laboratory for use. The Dino Solution will allow every citizen to take an active and valuable role in the creation of our formidable Dinosaurierabteilung and will make the entire process much more effective.

From this point on gyroids will become a national resource that must be only used for the honour of Beppin. Those found harbouring gyroids, or using them for purposes other than those in described in the Dino Solution will be punished to the full extent of the powers of the Beppin SS.

It's been decided that this action must be taken, as the more myself and Herr Benedict experiment, the more gyroids we use up. The combinations of gyroids and fossils is very large, and filtering off breeds of gyroid will eventually make this process as streamlined as possible. We are constantly in need of more however, and this policy must be enforced to ensure the results we need are attainable.

The Dino Solution's details have been sent off via BeppinPost to all citizens of Beppin. Everyone will recieve this special notice in their mail tomorrow and from then on are expected to follow its instructions to the letter. Of course there will be punishment for those not willing to partake in the Dino Solution, but I firmly believe the citizens of Beppin will embrace this new directive with open arms.

Never before has the value of each individual citizen been so great. Indeed, it is the work of the individual that will aid their country in a way that was previously impossible. Through the Dino Solution Beppin will be strengthened, and through our strength we will be able to show the world our honour, tradition and ideology.

The New Look Beppin Science Lab

2006-08-06T23:24:00.000+10:00

After quite a bit of work this weekend, I have successfully converted the first floor hall of Baron Manor into the Beppin Science Laboratory. It's been a good opportunity to clean out some furniture I'd been hoarding, for little real purpose, and reorganise my wardrobe storage, which has been long overdue.

Beppin Science Laboratory Eastern Division

The Eastern Division of the Lab (pictured above) is primarily for research and theory work. This area contains easy access to most of my notes and necessary documentation. Storage wise, this area contains my newly acquired medicine chest (thank you Non-Stop) and a storage cabinet for quick access to stored fossils and other ingredients. I keep a sample of Amber here for constant monitoring and testing, along with a florence flask that is often used in some of the formula creation necessary for the ressurrection processes.

My recently purchased drum of flammable liquid and fire extinguisher (just in case things get out of hand) are also visible, along with an electrified bench that I plan on using in further gyroid experiments. Possibly combined with the flammable liquid. This new space gives me a lot more room to move around and I can quite comfortably study up on my documentation while experiments are conducted in the Western Division of Beppin Labs, pictured below.

Beppin Science Laboratory Western Division

Most importantly, this extra amount of space has allowed for much more room for gyroid placement and testing. The amount of gyroids I can use has also increased, which will allow for much more consitency in the testing. A new computer courtesy of Herr Nook, allows me to record all results without having to be far from the project, allowing for instant data input and recall when time is short. My voltulator and electric chair fit very nicely into the top left corner of this area, which will make the life force extraction from the gyroids a substantially easier process.

I've begun some preliminary work on the Ankylosaurus specimen pictured, not a great deal, but attempting to sort out some of the logisitics regarding the gyroids needed for this dinosaur's resurrection. Indeed, the resurrection process is highly reliant on the types of gyroids used and it would seem there is some, as yet, unknown equation that will decide the type of gyroid to use with certain breeds of dinosaur.

This is something the Third Reich failed at, and is one of the main reasons plans were abandoned. But the Third Reich didn't have Baron Von Beppin and Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken working on the project! I'm sure we can work it out, even if we need to employ some outside consultancy, I do believe we'll have our Dinosaurierabteilung up and running in no time.

Problems Arise, Solutions Devised

2006-08-04T22:01:00.000+10:00

As reported in yesterday's findings, Beppin's Dinosaurierabteilung project is in full swing. The main issue we're faced with now is making sure that all parts of the dinosaur fossil to be resurrected are present, a theory proven by my less than positive results yesterday.

I managed to procure an Apatosaurus skull for Herr Benedict this afternoon, this was the final piece he required to complete this specimen. He is now one step ahead of me as I realised I'm still missing pieces from all of my fossils collected thus far while rummaging through my wardrobe this afternoon. This could prove a small setback as using complete specimens will take time, but if this is the biggest problem we encounter then I'll think ourselves very lucky.

Its not until one begins these sorts of experiments that a myriad of new unforseen problems arise. Aside from the fossil completeion theory, there is also issues regarding gyroids. Namely, how do we dispose of these once they've been "used". It has come to my attention that if we are to create a legion of dinosaurs, based on the instructions so far, we would require literally thousands of gyroids for the resurrection process.

So not only the supply of these creatures comes into question, but also how they will be disposed of afterwards. I'm sure more issues will arise the further we develop this project, but I'm positive that through our great teamwork and dedication we can overcome any obstacles we come across.

Another problem that I'm working on this weekend is space for these experiments. The northern wing of Baron Manor has already proven much too small to conduct the procedures required. Which means the open plan first floor hall must be converted from its current state into a large laboratory. Quite a big undertaking that will require much use of my wardrobe storage, and possibly quite a few visits to Herr Nook's to dispose of some items I've no longer use for.

I'll also need to order some new equipment in to make the processes a bit easier. Firstly a computer is needed. Although the instructions were written in a time long before the age of computers and the internet, I think its very important to have one on hand to record results as well as to formulate streamlining procedures. I think I'll also order a drum of highly flammable material and a fire extinguisher, I'd like to test out my own theories and experiments on some expired gyroids. Perhaps burning them is a solution to dealing with their disposal.

The aformentioned problems aside, its full steam ahead for the creation of our Dinosaurierabteilung. I just had a quick chat to Herr Benedict and his enthusiasm for it is rather inectious. I'd best get along now and continue my furniture juggling and gyroid experiments. Wish me luck! Heil Beppin!

Project Dinosaurierabteilung Begins

2006-08-03T11:21:00.000+10:00

Now that things are settling back down in Beppin with foes vanquished and mysteries solved, I thought it was time to get back to my next big initiative for Beppin; the Dinosaurierabteilung. Now I can focus my energy of the dinosaur division for Beppin's military and get our first solid experiments underway. Now that our steering committees for this project have summised our roles and duties in this project, it was left to myself and Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict to start putting into practise the information we've been studying.

I, personally, have been collecting gyorids and fossils in preparation and have managed to get a reasonably sizeable collection up. It's nowhere near the size of the Beppin National Museum, but it is a respectable amount of specimens from many of the dinosaur breeds. Upon further inspection of our museum, it became very apparent to me of how diverse and varied these ancients behemoths were. Although our initial plans are just to reanimate these creatures, once this has been achieved it will then start the process of deciding exactly which breeds of dinosaur shall be bred and the role the shall play in our military based on their strengths and abilities.

Alas, its much to soon to concern ourselves with this refinement process when we're just beginning our experiments at the most basic of levels. Indeed, there are still so many questions to be asked and answered in regards to this project that we must ensure we take this one step at a time to avoid the errors made by Herr Hitler's scientists.

A few weeks back I decided to develop the most northern wing of Baron Manor into a laboratory. I'd been collecting the necessary furniture for about 3 months and came to the conclusion that I had enough pieces to conduct experiments of many different disciplines in my own home. Now that our focus is on the Dinosaurierabteilung my ready made laboratory became the obvious place to start our experiments.

Going off the documents both I and Herr Benedict had procured, I started with the basics. According to our information this intitial stage is called The Arranging. Indeed by it's name alone it's rather obvious what it entails. A special order must be set whereby every element of the dinosaur must have multiple gyroids "arranged" next to it. The proximity must be close, and the dinosaur fossils must be placed in their physiological order. The details from here get less specific. Without divulging too much information, I can say there are numerous other "ingredients" to be included, such as electricity and certain chemical solutions.

I began my first trial of this process with a Tyrannosaurus Rex. I figured why not start at the top end of the food chain, and work backwards from there. The ferocity and power of the T-Rex is well documented, making their breed and obvious candidate for Dinosaurierabteilung. My initial results with this current arrangement have been less than positive, however.

I've set the specimen up as documented in the Third Reich's plans, and I've set my machinery up accordingly, but the only results I've achieved so far are warmed fossils and very agitated gyroids. If you thought the noises they created were annoying at their usual levels, you should hear what they sound like after umpteen thousand volts of electricity have been running through them for an extended period.

The shrill and almost scream-like sounds that eminate from these creatures forced me to leave Baron Manor whilst they recieved their prescribed dosage of current. It was all I could do to have a hunt around for some of August's new insects to clear my mind of their incessant and tortured wailing.

Upon my return little had changed, apart from my aforementioned results. I went back to the drawing board to try and work out where to go next. Then it hit me. Like a bolt of electricity ripping through a gyroid. As the more attentive readers will have noticed, my T-Rex specimen is actually missing its torso section. How on earth was I to expect a living breathing dinosaur to arise from its fossilised condition when it's missing the section of it's body that contains vital organs necessary for life?

I cursed my ineptitude as I removed the current array of gyroids from the experiment and contacted Herr Benedict with my results. Indeed, he had just discovered the same thing after attemtpting to resurrect and Apatosuarus without have its skull present. We both had a laugh over our mistakes and from there we decided to prevent the needless waste of gyroids until we can use them on fully complete fossils of our dinosaurs intended for resurrection.

Although our experiments are just beginning, we are learning the basics of resurrection technology. Our loss of a days worth of gyroids wasn't too great, and if anything it proved that the all the essential parts of a dinosaurs skeleton MUST be present before the other steps in the process are enacted.

Looking back I can see the futility of attempting to reanimate a dinosaur that is missing its torso, but it's all a part of the learning process. I expect to achieve more tomorrow as I will be working on specimens that I have the complete skeleton of.Even though I should be tired and in need of sleep, my mind is constantly sparking at the thought of what experiments I'll be able to conduct tomorrow.

Such excitement is a welcome change from the worry that has been in my thoughts most nights previous to this one in recent times. I feel like a child awaiting Father Christmas to arrive, imagining what wonders will await me tomorrow.

I just hope theres some fresh gyroids buried around Beppin tomorrow to bring back to the Baron Manor laboratory.

Victory Through Tenacity

2006-08-02T23:55:00.000+10:00

My strategic war against the evil Todesstinger finally concluded with a resounding victory for Beppin this evening. For the last week I've been on the frontlines in a personal battle with this diabolical creature. Night after night, quietly negotiating my way through Beppin's flower beds, scanning for movement, waiting patiently behind tree trunks and pouncing at the first sign of movement. Net held tensely in hand, swinging with vehemence and righteousness. Yes, it was a battle hard fought.

This isn't to say the victory was without casualties. I have been personally injured by this creation of nightmare pure almost nightly. For all my care and planning it still managed to get the best of me and sank its poisonous barb deep into my flesh. My body bears many scars of war and conflict, but these newest injuries are the first I've had inflicted by a creature of more than two legs. Countless flowers also fell victim to my mighty net, a terrible consequence of friendly fire.

Tonight, like the last few nights, began with the terror of seeing the sun disappear and knowing that the Todesstinger was about to begin its nightly reign of terror just as it had the night before. The darkness brings the fear, the once brightly lit Beppin streets take on an air of sinister shadows and one begins to see things that aren't really there.

I then realised that I had some unfinished business in Baron Manor and had to move some furniture in the science lab and museum wings and make room in storage. As a consequence of having my pockets rather full from moving so many pieces of furniture I decided to remove the usual tools I carry about town in front of my house, to free up some space. As I was placing my Golden Watering Can down, I noticed an odd shape in the flowers that line the eastern wall of the Manor.

I knew this shadow. I'd seen it before. I'd seen it many times before. Its shape was scorched onto my brain. The shape of terror was the elongated shape of Todesstinger itself. For once in our many battles, it seemed I had the upperhand, for as I placed my watering can down and quckly readied my net, I realised that this creature of the night had not yet seen me. It was oblivious to my presence. I had to capitalise on this instantly as I knew I only had seconds to make my move until it became aware of my intentions and rushed me with its venomous stinger.

The closer I crept towards it, the more confident I felt. My net felt like an extensions of my arms and with every step I knew I was getting closer and closer to victory. I could sense it. It was a feeling I'd exeprienced often dogfighting in Sturmadler high in the skies above during the war. My focus was strong. My vision clear, and my muscles tense.

Then Todesstinger noticed me. In one movement it turned to face me and charged with its poison glistening thorn of death aimed directly for my chest. But it was too late. As its raced towards me, my net of righteous justice slammed down around it with a thud that echoed throughout all of Beppin. For a long second there was a silence. A second that seemed to last forever. Then I realised I had captured it. I had it trapped in my net, and I had beaten Todesstinger once and for all in this bloody war.

I decided that this specimen of evil should be displayed for all to see. To stand as a testament to tenactiy of Beppin. The never say die spirit that runs deeply in the hearts of all Beppians. Where better to display this symbol of victory of good over evil than the Beppin National Museum. After carefully handing Todesstinger over to a visibly shaken Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl, the evil that has plagued Beppin was relegated to its own place to live in captivity for the rest of its days.

As a memento of the occassion Herr Benedict took the photograph below. A reminder of power of Beppin's spirit and how it can triumph over even the most fearsome of enemies.

To celebrate this monumental achievement in keeping Beppin safe, myself and some members of the Beppin SS will be having a drink, in honour of the occassion, and I wish for all of my readers to raise a glass and toast our victory and the end of a brutal and hard fought battle:

Sieg für Beppin!

A New Initiative For Promoting National Identity

2006-08-01T23:47:00.000+10:00

As leader of Beppin one of my roles is to promote our nation throughout other lands, near and far, to spread our ideologies and promote what we have to offer. To spearhead this I've developed a promotional tool that I hope will make our presence all the more prominent to those living in other nations.

Through co-operative work with BeppinPost, we have developed the first official and nationally sanctioned Beppin Postcard. A vehicle through which Beppin's wonderful natural and man made geographical attractions can be publicised to those looking to emigrate or visit. I highly value the view of Beppin by inhabitants of other countries and believe this new initiative will be of great beneifit to our international image and create avenues for greater trade and new citizens to Beppin.

Personally, I've always loved receiving postcards from acquaintances when they've gone on holidays to exotic and faraway lands. The creation of a Beppin postcard offers the opportunity not only for those passing through Beppin to send it back to their native lands, but also for Beppians to send to their friends in other nations as well. I'd like to think our postcard brings together some of our country's more impressive features that will inspire other individuals to come and see what Beppin has to offer.

The hardest part of developing this initiative was deciding what locations to include on the comparatively small space available. Indeed I spent many hours photographing our countries more prominent features and even more hours deciding what was to be the final six images to appear. After much deliberation and consultation I made my final decisions and am rather happy with the results.

I think the images presented represent the many sides of Beppin's culture and heritage. From our national monument in honour of the thrid reich to the glorious natural beauty of Beppin Heads, we've encapsulated the essence of our wonderous country as well as possible for the postcard format.

I do hope this initiative succeeeds in promoting Beppin to those far flung nations the world over that have not heard of our quest for utopian lifestyle and the ideals we live by. Please promote the Official Beppin Postcard whereever you see fit, dear readers. Beppin began as an idea that has evolved to a properous nation and from here, who knows where. If you wish to spread the word of Beppin, please do so.

Please click on the link under the "Links" section at the top right of this page to get your own full size Official Beppin Postcard and print/send/email them wherever you think the Beppin ideology needs to be heard.

Conclusions And Beginnings

2006-07-31T23:28:00.000+10:00

I received some very, very welcome news today. Indeed, some of the best news this old Baron's been privy to for quite a while. Through the vast network of underground communication networks, I've been informed that Herr Rocco L. Hippopotamus is alive and well and enjoying his new life in his newly adopted nation of Strelley. Strelley's location in relation to Beppin is thousands and thousands of miles away, and it dosen't surprise me that this information has taken as long as it has to get back to me due to the sheer logistics of the distance involved.

Frau Alleycat was brief in her communique, but the news spoke volumes more than its mere words read. The mystery of Herr Rocco's disappearance can finally be laid to rest,... much like I had thought Rocco had been. There's something incredibly satisfying about trusting your instincts with individuals and then having them be fully realised. Herr Benedict's innocence in this matter was proven long before this, but it would be only natural to have some suspicions in the back of one's mind without the the proof of Herr Rocco being alive. Thankfully this matter has concluded in the best manner I could imagine.

I do hope Herr Rocco finds the life he is looking for in Strelley, and maybe one day Frau Alleycat will find out why Herr Rocco's opinion of Beppin seemed to change almost overnight. Thats one mystery that is yet to be solved, but I can definitely live quite happily with this unanswered question now that I know with certainty he is alive and well.

As this chapter on Beppin's history finishes, another begins. Now that this incident is well and truly behind us, myself and Herr Benedict can fully dedicate ourselves to our new project of creating Beppin's Dinosaurierabteilung. We have pooled our information and are using the resources of the Beppin SS and taking onboard Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl's wealth of knowledge on the subject. Our group meetings have proven to be very interesting so far, and its looking very promising that we can get this underway very soon.

Beppin's citizens have also voiced their support of developing the Dinosaurierabteilung. Since I posted our plans on our bulletin board, many citizen's have offered their support and have begun collecting fossils in earnest. Very encouraging and will go a long way to bring this plan into fruition.

Even with the evil Todesstinger still at large within Beppin I believe our nation is on the brink of a new age of glory and prosperity. Wish us well in our experiments as we bring the past back to life for the honour of Beppin.

Heil Beppin!

The Embodiment Of Beppin

2006-07-29T23:42:00.000+10:00

During the week a new resident arrived. Without any pomp and ceremony, they moved to Beppin. Upon my first visit I was awestruck by the presence and beauty of this New Beppian. Her name is Frau Rosie B. Cat and she has made an impression on me which I will not be soon to forget.

From her first sentence to me, I knew she was special. Frau Rosie expresses herself in a manner that is quite startling at first. Her frankness and honesty is without question. She speaks from the heart and dosen't pander to anyone. Frau Rosie has moved to Beppin only recently but I firmly believe she's been a true Beppian all her life. She has so many qualities that I define as Beppian that it stunned me the first time I talked with her.

Frau Rosie is her own person. She concedes nothing and expects the best from everyone as that is what she personally strives to be: the best citizen she can be. It's such a wonderous event when residents move to Beppin who know, in their heart of hearts that Beppin is their home. Not just geographically, but personally and, indeed, spiritually.

From Day one Frau Rosie has blended into the Beppin population in a manner I've not seen since, since.... well, since Frau Sally H. Squirrel. She is the embodiment of all Beppin holds true, and from her daily shopping at Herr Nook's to her evening insect hunting: everything she does, she does for the glory of Beppin.

This kind of individual is so rare, I count myself lucky to have even met her. Frau Rosie obviously moved to Beppin as she knew what we our nation is about. I don't yet know where she emigrated from, but it's clear to me that Beppin will be her home for quite a long time. My heart soars when I see her talking to other Beppian's and exchanging stories and furniture. She always leaves them feeling happy and never fails to make a positive impression anywhere she goes.

Indeed it is this reason I've decided to make Frau Rosie our new poster girl. She brightens everyone's day so much that I believe she'll be the perfect ambassador for Beppin. Frau Rosie jumped at this opportunity and we are both very pleased with the results, as evidenced above, in the lastest promotional material being distributed in Beppin.

It's been comfortable and properous times in Beppin of late. After the dark hours of Herr Benedict's aforementioned incident, it is so encouraging to come out of the darkness with such a wonderful new resident of our nation. Although the evil Todesstinger is still present, my faith and optimism have been raised, and I owe it all to Frau Rosie B. Cat, a true maiden of Beppin.

The Baron Vs. The Monster

2006-07-28T01:36:00.000+10:00

In my time as leader of Beppin, I've come across many foes. Enemies who've threatened our country at many different levels. From an all out attack along our border, to enemy spies infiltrating Beppin's governance. I've seen a lot in my time, but I wasn't quite prepared for what I encountered last night.

On my evening consitutional on the pathways around Beppin's Town Hall, I heard an odd noise. It was unlike anything I'd ever heard before. It sounded like an insect, but heavier, much heavier... and bigger. No sooner had I heard this strange noise than a behemoth, the likes of which I've never beared witness too before, scuttled across my path.

I stood still in complete amazement. One hears legends of such beast's existence, but to see one in the flesh, well, it was quite the surprise. This shadowy form moved quickly but as it exited the bordering shrubbery and entered the cobble stone town square, the magnitude of this beast came into full view. Right before me was monstrous scorpion. Its length exceeded my height from the angle I briefly witnessed it from and it inspired complete terror, instantly.

I readied my net and followed its direction into a heavily wooded area west of the Town Hall. I had a sneaking suspicion, in the back of my mind, that I was putting myself at a strategic disadvantage as the ground cover made my adversary disappear almost instantly. I knew he was in there. I knew he was running from a battle he knew he couldn't win, but the evironmental advantage could not be discounted.

Scannning everything that bore leaves with tense anticipation, I hunted my quarry. Every tree and flower became a possible camouflage for this most heinous of monsters. Sweat began to bead on my brow, as my grip tightened around my net. The gentle creaking of a nearby cicada stopped. For one second everything went silent. Time stopped,.... and then continued with a surprise attack from deep within the yellow pansies on the river's bank. The sickening sound of a hard as steel poisonous spike tearing through clothing and flesh came next, followed by complete darkness.

I came to, after an unknown amount of time at the front door of my residence in Victory Way. I had no idea how I got back home, or the longterm damage I had received. Firstly, I visited Herr Nooks and purchased some medicine, to be on the safe side, creatures of this ones denomination are often venomous, afterall. After taking it, I cautiously headed back to the last place I saw the monstrous Todesstinger.

The familiar surrounds west of the Town Hall seemed to be complately foreign, and every new sound inspired panic and terror. I found the yellow pansies that I'd last seen the monster in. Net in hand I pummelled these seemingly innocent flowers, over and over. To be sure. But the monster wasn't there....Nothing was caught.

I then realised that in the unknown amount of time that had passed between my passing out and regaining of consciousness that the Todesstinger could be anywhere in Beppin. The fear gripped me instantly. I had a quick conversation with Frau Marina A. Octopus who was taking her evening stroll nearby. She had no idea of the danger she was in, and continued her walk without caution. As she disappeared past the Bulletin Board, I decided to get back to my home base to evaluate this situation and develop a plan of attack, from the safety of my residence.

With my home literally steps away, it happened.

Again.

That sickening noise, emanating from behind an apple tree. A sneak attack that I wasn't prepared for. The searing pain of the Todesstinger's poison filled spike bursting into my chest. The feeling of stupidity, as I had just realised, at that moment, that I had become the hunted. I remember seeing its horrible, evil eyes as I lost consciousness and collapsed on Beppin's cold, cobbled paths...

Once again I awoke in front of my residence. Metres from where I had been assaulted. Again, unsure of how much time had passed, but with one pure thought running through my mind: VENGEANCE.

I retired to my quarters and spent the evening developing plans of attack to rid Beppin of this abomination. I spent a long and tiring evening in my laboratory experimenting with different theories and ideas. I knew it was within me to find a solution to this problem. Then, at 2am it hit me, like the evil scorpions barbed tail itself. I knew what I had to do and I felt a wave of elation sweep over me. Using all my intellect and resources I had come up with a plan that could not fail. Its sheer ingenuity would surely prove this monster's undoing and I set the plan into action.....

Herr Todesstinger:

Bring

It

On.

All Things Come To Those Who Wait: Benedict Confesses

2006-07-26T00:01:00.000+10:00

Yes, it's finally happened. All my investigations regarding Herr Benedict G. Chicken have come to a conclusion that is punctuated by his own statements and admissions.The arduous task of investigating one of my closest friends has come to an end and, ironically, it wasn't through using secret channels of surveillance, or traditional spying techniques that achieved results. No. All this information has come directly from Herr Benedict, and it all came out in casual conversation with the chicken himself on Beppin's foreshore this evening.

What follows is exactly what transpired this evening, but be prepared. The confession is certainly not what you (or indeed I) may expect.

After some of the usual conversation regarding Herr Benedict's appetite around dinner time, his expression changed. His usually bubbly manner made way for the statement made in the photograph above. He suddenly became solemn and reserved. I prompted him no further and instead I waited for him to continue the conversation.

This was one of the longest pauses I've ever experienced in a conversation. I think because I got the sense theat so much of the future of Beppin was going to hinge on the rest of this conversation I'd give Herr Benedict time to think and go through this in his own time. So that he didn't feel any pressure or prejudgemental questioning from myself.

Herr Benedict began rather quietly. His tone was very introspective, almost talking to himself like I wasn't there. He started talking about some incredible information he had been privy to. Information that he thoroughly believed was in the best interests of Beppin. He repeated often, everything he does he does for Beppin. "Sieg für Beppin, Sieg für Beppin" over and over. It seemed that it was only this afternoon Herr Benedict realised how serious the situation was that he was in when he was discussing some Beppin SS matters with Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise.

Herr Tortimer broached the subject with him, and told him how this investigation I was conducting was indeed to find evidence to link him to Herr Rocco's disappearance. This was compounded with the knowledge that Herr Benedict had assumed I had deduced his secret project and knew what he was up to. Finding out that I had no idea of this, apparently chilled him to the core.

Up until this point Herr Benedict confessed to me that he was, in all honesty, not taking any of the previous information I'd confronted him with at all seriously, and even more so, thought on more than one occassion that he was giving me information based on his current ultra secret project. One must remember that Herr Benedict is quite a humourous individual. He is constantly making light of situations, and this trait had carried over into the investigations I'd been conducting.

As Herr Benedict's loyalty or personal integrity were never, ever brought question, and that he'd recently received the Beppin Cross, he was in fact playing along for laughs. The thought of him murdering Herr Rocco was such a ludicrous idea, that Herr Benedict thought he'd play along initially. He'd assumed he was being set up for some practical joke, and thought he'd stay two moves ahead.

When he said this, he was almost pleading with me to see things from his perspective. To see the real Benedict, and not the murderer that I'd been looking for, but the chicken I'd grown to respect, a true Beppian who's humour was only exceeded by his dedication to Beppin's future glory. I had been guilty of forgetting this. In my fervour to get to the bottom of this issue, I had not taken his perspective. I'd taken the perspective of the person who needed a result that made sense based on the perceived facts he was presented. Perceived. Its amazing how we can misinterpret things or see them from a subjective angle when we are forced to deal with issues of such magnitude. It was I that was guilty of this.

Herr Benedict could see the look on my face had changed, he realised that I now understood this. A smile crept across his beak. But there were so many unanswered questions. I asked him to tell me everything and to keep to the facts. He breathed deeply and began.

Avid readers of this document will remember the Third Reich plans I'd come into ownership of recently. The plans for Dinosaurierabteilung. A division of dinosaurs to use in the fields of battle. I had kept these plans very secret, I wanted to conduct secret experiments first, to get up to speed with the necessary work and skills involved in this project before I took the idea to Beppin's military.

But, unknown to myself, Herr Benedict had obtained contributing information on this subject that came from the same sources, but was being distributed through different networks. Networks that Herr Benedict had been securing in secrecy for a very long time in order to get this information.

The reason he had kept this a secret from me was because the idea seemed so fantastic and unreal, that he wasn't sure if it was a genuinely feasible project. So, he began conducting his own tests and experiments to find out whether this idea was worth persuing with the Beppin military. Just as I'd done.

Herr Benedict's information was a second part of my own documents. A continuation of some other ideas that were evidently scrapped. This information contained crucial methods and ingredients needed for dinosaur regeneration. This crucial information was something that had caused much of the problems in my investigation due to my misinterpretation. This information can be summarised in one word: gyroids.

The secret documents Herr Benedict obtained stated that the life essence of gyroids can be used as an ingredient to regenerating fossils back into living and breathing dinosaurs. These mini-wonders of nature contain a base life force and DNA that can be tranferred to these fossils with surprising results.

This revelation alone was incredible, as it filled in many pieces missing from my own Dinosaurierabteilung documents, but it also explained an awful lot about Herr Benedict's recent behaviour, and how this was misinterpreted by myself. Firstly, the blood stained shirt and shovel I'd encountered him with the night after Herr Rocco's disappearance.

The truth behind this was that Herr Benedict had been digging for gyroids most of the day and had conducted some of his own experiments on them, which had lead to some "casualties" in the name of science. The rather brutal nature of extracting the life essence from gyroids isn't an easy process and getting their blood spattered on one's self is a common, if gruesome, side effect.

When I had said to him that I thought he was a murderer, Herr Benedict had assumed I knew what he was up to, and due to his experiments in gyroids, he thought it was a humourous observation on my behalf commenting on his "murdering" of them in his experiments. His focus on his work excavating fossils and gyroids was so obvious,that he had assumed I was onto him, and was just toying with him. It didn't cross his mind that this was in regards to the disappearnce of Herr Rocco until his discussion with Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise this afternoon.

Everything can be explained. All the evidence I had on Herr Benedict can be disproved with his rock solid alibies on these experiments he's been conducting. He even brought it up that he was surprised I didn't comment on his fossil dominated new decor (as noted recently in a comment by Non Stop Ive) as he thought that was a huge giveaway as to what he was actually up to.

All evidence I was basing my investigations on were quashed, he even had corroborating evidence from Herr Roald regarding his whereabouts and activities the night Herr Rocco disappeared. It was all put in perspective, to a point that I felt embarassed that I even jumped to this conclusion.

Herr Benedict has risen to his place in the upper echelons of Beppin's elite through his dilligence and dedication to the ideals of Beppin. Although misinterpreted, based on what I was presented with, I believe I was righteous in my investigations. My lack of seeing thing's from Herr Benedict's true perspective was my undoing. I can, without, question, say the Herr Benedict is innocent of any wrong doing to Herr Rocco in this affair.

But the question still remains: What happened to Herr Rocco L. Hippopotamus?

Herr Benedict Digs Himself Deeper

2006-07-24T17:38:00.000+10:00

If Herr Benedict is indeed innocent in this affair, he has a very odd way of trying to prove it. My conversation with him this evening in Beppin's Westliche Fluss-Gärten wasn't what I was expecting, actually, every time I've talked to Herr Benedict over the last few days has been surprising experience. Almost as if something had changed in him, something that has given him renewed passion, but also given him a definite air of grimness.

Also, there has still been no word of Herr Rocco's whereabouts. In a conversation I had with New Beppian Frau Purrl O. Cat this evening, my heart almost sank through her freshly installed Kitchen Tile when she told me she had dug up something shocking today. Thankfully it was only someone's buried diary... and not a portion of Herr Rocco as I'd immediately imagined.

Surveying Herr Benedict from a distance this afternoon I noticed no erratic or uncharacteristic behaviour and his general attitude was of good humour in his social interactions with other Beppians. Indeed, if he is hiding something, he is doing it incredibly well. My mind is constantly trying to work out what his motives and justifications were for what I have been led to believe has happened.

In other news New Beppian Herr Cyrano F. Anteater has been settling into daily life in our fair nation after his arrival midweek. I thought his choice of taking up residence on some of Beppin's most valuable real estate (immediately adjacent to the Beppin Nationales Denkmal) was a very bold move.

I believe that where individuals choose to live is very true indication of their character and values. For instance, to choose to live nearer to Beppin's coastline shows a need for privacy due to its distance from the busier regions of Beppin. It also displays, apart from a fondness for the beach, a explorative nature to ones character, indeed I often find Beppin's foreshore residents "out exploring" when not at home.

This theory extends to individuals who choose to live in the more urbanised surrounds nearer to Herr Nooks and Frau's Mabel and Sable Able's businesses' in our retail precinct. A need for close proximity to life's needs and luxuries serves as a more relevant aspect for those living here. As is evidenced by the nearby residences of Frau Purrl and Frau Marina, both of which are rather fond of regular furniture shopping and following the fashion trends of Beppin.

Indeed, this theory extends to all regions of Beppin and it proves very interesting where newcomers decide to set up their residence. It never fails to spark my interest and makes for much happier Beppian's when they can live exactly where they want to based on their needs and wants as individuals.

The Investigation Continues

2006-07-22T23:54:00.000+10:00

It's been a long day for this old Baron. Confronting Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken this evening with the evidence I've collected in the last 24hrs produced the above response. I don't know if it's the testimony of a madchicken or someone who thinks that this case against him is entirely ludicrous. Indeed for all the evidence I've noted, there is indeed not one defining element that could convict Herr Benedict of this supposed crime.

For one, there is technically no evidence of Rocco L. Hippopotamus's actual murder. The lack of a forwarding address presented to Beppin's authorities can be interepted from numerous angles. For one it could be seen as Herr Rocco's last act of defiance in his apparent distaste of Beppin (as documented in his final letter) and washing his hands of our country all together. Conversely, his demise in Beppin could cause the same result.

I do know one thing for sure though, until I find more conclusive evidence, I will be digging up fossils and gyroids with much trepidation of what might be lurking below the surface of Beppin's fertile soil. Nothing untoward was unearthed in my recent excavations today, but my once unfettered excitement at discovering new places to dig for antiquities has changed to grim fear at what part of Herr Rocco might greet me from its shallow grave.

I had an impromptu meeting with Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise this afternoon in regards to this matter, the first Beppian I've shared my knowledge on the subject with, to see if he might have any suggestions for my finding more facts. Particularly about Herr Rocco's wherabouts. Herr Tortimer had some very good ideas.

Firstly, that I should visit Herr Nooks and buy as many bottles with notes in them as possible, writing to ask that if anyone knows the wherabouts of Herr Rocco to notify the Beppin SS immediately, which I promptly did. He also suggested to spread word of this to further lands. He said there was a good chance that Herr Rocco has moved to country with whom Beppin is friendly with. The leaders of these nations will have definite proof if he has indeed moved into their nations.

Of course, I would love nothing better to hear that Herr Rocco is living happily in another land... I like that idea much more than digging up his remains in Beppin in some unspecified time in the future. Even with Herr Rocco's apparent distaste of Beppin in recent times, I for one would never wish murder upon someone who was actually moving away from Beppin to fix the situation. Of course staying in our country and causing dissent for an extended period is a different thing all together, and such individuals are dealt with accordingly.

I'd also greatly enjoy having irrefutable proof that Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken is entirely innocent. His refusal to produce an alibi to this deed hasn't done him any favours however, but I do indeed understand his complete disbelief in why he is being questioned over this incident when he has been such a massive part of the animal infrastructure of Beppin for so long, and that there is indeed no solid proof to even prove that any harm has come to Herr Rocco at all.

I am hoping that tomorrow I am greeted with news of Herr Rocco's safe arrival in another land and that, then, Herr Benedict can explain to me exactly what he meant in our previous conversations. I would wish for nothing more than to put this entire incident behind me and move on to more productive matters, and I dearly hope that happens instead of the situation of Herr Benedict G. Chicken versus The Citizens Beppin in the murder of Herr Rocco L. Hippopotamus in Beppin's Courts of Justice.

Please, if anyone has any information regarding the whereabouts of Herr Rocco L. Hippopotamus, please let me know, any pertinent infromation can be sent via email to BaronVonBeppin@gmail.com or via BeppinPost to the following address:

Baron Von Beppin
1 Victory Way
Nordöstliche Hochländer
BEP3003
Beppin

Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.

A Dark Day For Beppin

2006-07-21T01:06:00.000+10:00

Due to the proud, utopian model of our nation, when something is amiss, or askew, it stands out quite markedly from the usually placid and ideal goings-on of daily Beppin life. Thus begins an independent investigation I'm conducting to find out if indeed theres something rotten in Beppin. The thing that concerns me most is that it concerns Beppin's newest hero: Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken.

Yes, I know, surely I've gotten my wires crossed somewhere as it couldn't possibly be the recently Beppin Cross decorated SS hero Herr Benedict G. Chicken. I didn't want to believe it myself.. but one can not dismiss evidence that seems all too incriminating. It is my duty to investigate this issue, but I will do it on my own for the present time due to Herr Benedict's high rank in the Beppin SS.

The first chapter of this story began on Wednesday morning. The feelings of something unsettling arrived with the morning's post. No sooner had Unterfeldwebel Pete B. Pelican delivered my morning mail, than this dark tale began. There was one solitary letter that fateful day. One lone letter, without a present attached (never a good sign on the best of days, but I digress). Upon quickly scanning this letter I was shocked to read that New Beppian Rocco L. Hippopotamus had decided to move away from Beppin to an undisclosed destination overnight. Not only this but the tone of the letter was incredibly derogatory to Beppin in a most disappointing manner.

I've no issue with individuals moving on from Beppin and having strong opinions about our country when they haven't fitted in to our way of life, but what soured this situation was the previously very publicly displayed love of Beppin from Herr Rocco. Two weeks ago Herr Rocco was nominated (by more than one Beppian) for the Beppin Cross, although new to our country, Herr Rocco was one of those new residents that just fitted so well into Beppin's way of life. This complete change in character and attitude to his new country, and overnight no less, left me feeling rather confused, and a little suspicious.

There seemed to be too many factors that remained unanswered, or were out of character for Herr Rocco. This had me rather perplexed, and talking to all other citizens who knew him well netted me zero information. Letters to his neighbours went unanswered and Brigadeführer Copper K. Dog reported no questionable activity at the nation's gates the previous evening. Things started shifting to more of a concern from this evidence, but the most shocking developments were yet to come.

During my usual insect hunt this evening I came across Herr Benedict. He was in a happy mood and was whistling as he walked along the promenade to Beppin's beachfront. I'd not seen much of Herr Benedict since his Beppin Cross presentation and parade, but had just assumed he was busy doing appearances in other parts of the country, as are the duties and responsibilities of a new recipient of the award. But as I approached Herr Benedict I couldn't help but notice something different about him, his uneasiness when I greeted him spoke volumes...

The keener observers reading this will have noticed Herr Benedict's clothing isn't exactly in the pristine condition it usually is. In fact, one could even say its very dirty. But not with dirt unfortunately... but with blood. Yes, if one is to base an opinion purely on what is presented, one would say that Herr Benedict's clothing is rather heavily bloodstained. Now, the next piece of evidence I'd like to direct your attention to is what Herr Benedict is holding in his right wing. Indeed, it is a shovel. A shovel one could use to bury evidence of an act that resulted in an uneasy tone in ones speech, and also resulted in heavily staining one's clothes with copious amounts of blood.

Based on this evidence, I was instantly concerned. Had Herr Benedict murdered Herr Rocco? What would cause this? What went on unbeknownst to myself about their realtionship? Many questions flooded into my mind. To see this freshly decorated hero of Beppin stammering his way through a conversation whilst carrying a shovel and wearing heavly bloodstained clothes was just something I was not prepared for during my evening walk. As the conversation continued, however, something else came up, that was even more disturbing,...

Indeed, another development I wasn't prepared for. Such a flagrantly overt statement was initially beyond my comprehension and I had to make a hasty departure back to my private residence to reflect upon what I had been presented with today. Was I missing something obvious? Am I assuming far too much? What other explanations could there be for Herr Benedict's conversation? Was all that was left of Rocco marked by an X shaped plot of broken soil in some remote part of Beppin, waiting to be unearthed on the next fossil hunt? Such questions have been plaguing me constantly this evening, but the one that keeps recurring in my mind is "Why?". If these events have in fact happened, what was the reasoning behind it from Herr Benedict?

I have known Herr Benedict for many years, and count him as one of the closest genuine friends I have in our country. This action, as it stands today, is not the action of the chicken I know. No, this terrible event is something that must be investigated further. For now I will focus my attention on this more pressing issue, and put my dinosaur division plans on the back burner until I get to the bottom of this grisly and disturbing affair. Of course I will document my findings here accordingly.

A Failed Third Reich Idea Takes On New Life In Beppin

2006-07-19T02:32:00.000+10:00

Something very interesting came into my possession recently. Something that I think will prove very, very interesting to the future of Beppin.. indeed, to the future of the world and the future of warfare and military defence as we know it.

Through underground channels, sympathetic to the ideals of Beppin, I've recieved some incredibly valuable literature. This literature contains abandoned plans from Herr Hitler's Third Reich. Plans involving a force far beyond mere steel and iron. Plans that document the development of a division of Nazi Dinosaurs! Yes, you read correctly. Nazi Dinosaurs. A division that would exist under the rule of the Wehrmacht's high command and would be part mounted and part unmounted. Existing as a cavalry of sorts that would take the Third Reich's land warefare to a new level of superiority.

The detail in these documents is extraordinary. Herr Hitler must have believed very strongly in this idea as theres even plans in this dossier for livery and bridlery for these reptillian mounts. The overall plan was for the Dinosaurierabteilung to exist alongside the panzer divisions as a frontline force that could deliver a kind of terror and superiority as yet not witnessed.

I don't want to let too many secrets out of the bag, but Herr Hitler's science division go into great detail about how to make this a reality. Detailled architectural designs that show the necessary "stables" to house such beasts, and many drafts of training guides. It was believed that the effectively limited intelligence of these creatures would serve their master's very well as subserviance and obediance could be easily taught from very early development.

Indeed, it was not these aspects of training and discipline that were believed to be the major disadvantages of this division. The biggest problem was the lack of raw material need to regenerate the creatures through scientific means. Germany's regions were not rich with predeposited dinosaurs and, as described in this document, Herr Hitler was planning to use his occupation of other nations as a richer source for the creation of dinosaurs. What was required for such experiments was simple, what was required was fossils.

Archaeological digs documented in many war records seem to be skewed towards a religious angle for the Third Reich. This has now become apparent to me as a complete misconception as what these teams of scientists were searching for were not for religious artifacts, but for remnants of dinosaurs to use as a basis for creating the Dinosaurierabteilung.

Which brings us to current day Beppin. A land thats rich in many aspects of natural phenomenon, but especially in the area of fossils. Our lands have been fertile ground for fossils, every day there appears to be new ones appearing that I personally could have sworn weren't in that place the day before. Yet I keep digging them up and manage to keep Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl busy identifying them on a daily basis.

Now that the Dinosaur Wing of the Beppin National Museum is fully furnished, I had indeed little use for these remnants of times passed and had been selling them off to Herr Nook for some paltry Bells. Now I've come across such incredibly valuable information, I do believe that my quest for fossils in Beppin will be something I will be focussing much of my attention on from this day forward.

Of interesting note, the documentation I've acquired mentions that a lack of, and I quote, "scientist and lab themed furniture" was another one of the most important problems that Herr Hitler's teams couldn't overcome. Although I am still missing some integral parts of this furniture, I do believe with the right amount of experimentation that I can indeed succeeed where the Third Reich failed. I will be posting my results of these projects as I work through the processes.

And to think I was going to spend the summer catching insects and fish!
Indeed, I Baron von Beppin, hereby committ myself and Beppin's resources to continuing Herr Hitler's work in creating a Dinosaurierabteilung for Beppin's military, the likes of which the world has never seen!

A Special Day For Herr Benedict

2006-07-18T00:23:00.000+10:00

Beppin Cross 2006 Awards Presentation. From left to right: Baron Von Beppin, Herr Benedict G. Chicken and Herr Gary of Big City.

I wanted to make this year's Beppin Cross presentation a little bit more special than usual. As Herr Benedict G. Chicken is a very special recipient, I wanted to go the extra yard and make it just that little bit more memorable. I then thought of a wonderful idea: to have the Beppin Cross presented by a special guest.

The usual Beppin Cross ceremony is held in front of the town hall, with myself and Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise doing the honours to an audience of all Beppin's citizens. Due to the time of year we present it, its usually a nice sunny day and a small working party organises a special array of flowers for the event which is concluded with a procession around Beppin's tree lined thorughfares, finishing at Point Beppin along our coastline. We do pride ourselves on tradition in Beppin, but I for one will never shy away from change.

As a sign of the times, and the inclusion of civillians in the nominations of the medal, I thought that we should tailor this special occassion to the individual recipient's personality and interests. Even though Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken is primarily an officer of the Beppin SS, he is still a very creative individual and, as I stated yesterday, it was this creativity in interior design that resulted in his recieving of this prestigious award.

To this end I thought a more intimate ceremony would be the order of the day, and it should take place in Herr Benedict's home as well, afterall, this was own personal expression of his unbridled artistry. I didn't think it was entirely a great idea to try and cram all of Beppin's citizens into Herr Benedict's living room and front yard and instead, for the actual presentation, I though just myself and a special guest presenter would be nice idea. Then Herr Benedict's glorious Parade of Heroes around Beppin can involve all other Beppians.

As far as special guests go, it took me quite a while to come up with one that would be a recognised personality to Beppian's and also a champion of Beppin's ideals and values. After a short list was prepared my first choice was Herr Gary of Big City. Herr Gary has been a longtime supporter of Beppin and has had no small part in aiding myself in furnishing Beppin's National Museum, and also my own private residence. His honour and respect for Beppin's ideals and values have always been very widely appreciated by myself and other Beppians. I was elated that he could fit this event into his busy schedule and the rest, as they say, is history.

As evidenced in the photo capturing the presentation, the sheer wonder and imagination one experiences in Herr Benedict's home still gives me goosebumps. From his centre piece Igunandon Skull to his inspired use of Backyard Fence wallpaper, his house is a testament in avante garde interior design. Herr Gary's complete speechlessness upon entry to his house spoke volumes.

As part of Herr Benedict's "thank you" speech, he was most appreciative of other Beppian's who have supported his work, in the SS and in regular social life. He cited Beppin itself as his major inspiration for his interior design, and that it reflected the ever changing landscape of his beloved country.

During the Parade Of Heroes after the presentation, it was on more than one occassion that I noticed a tear roll down Herr Benedict's proud beak. Seeing such devotion, and deep appreciation of this elite decoration made this old Baron shed a small tear as well. A tear of joy, a tear that was shared with my dear friend, Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken: the truly deserving winner of the 2006 Beppin Cross.

And The Winner Of The 2006 Beppin Cross Is....

2006-07-17T00:34:00.000+10:00

Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken

Yes, after much deliberation a clear cut winner of this year's Beppin Cross has been decided. This year's recipient was one of the hardest decisions I've had to make for this medal. Opening it up to Beppian's outside of the military meant not only more entries (more than 20 this year, quite a record) but also that the criteria for deservedness had to be altered.

A civillian's life is not so easy to quantify the conquests, goals and achievements in relation to Beppin's values. This proved hard to balance with the much more structured military based criteria. For instance, its a lot easier to grade a Beppin SS officer's annual record of their use of the Überraschung Begraben und Netz policy, but should this have the same value as a civillian Beppian's respectful purchase of their own flowers for Flowerfest instead of just moving already planted flora in an act of civil disobedience? Its a hard call, but one I've really enjoyed doing, as more than anything else it's shown me how proud and valuable every single resident of Beppin is.

But back to this years winner. Herr Benedict has been a long and loyal member of Beppin. Originally Herr Benedict came to Beppin (like many others) not quite sure of how they would fit in. Previously, Herr Benedict was a civillian in the times of the Third Reich (as evidenced below) but his longing for a regime closer to his ideals kept him from being a true supporter of Herr Hitler's philosophies. Herr Benedict once shared with me one night, that although he thought the Third Reich did its best to make it work, it was lacking that certain something that would convince him of getting behind the movement 100%.

A young Herr Benedict at a Third Reich rally

I didn't want to push Herr Benedict for what this indeed was, but my interest was genuinely piqued. After some more deliberation and stalling on his part, he told me what kept him from swearing allegiance to Herr Hitler: It was the furniture. Herr Benedict was not a fan of the modern and art deco style of Third Reich architecture and furniture design, and saw it as the Third Reich's major short coming. He said: "I can't be a part of an empire that goes against all my personal values and taste in interior design".

At this point I realised how much Herr Benedict respected and honoured the ideals of Beppin. One of our major policies is experimental interior design. We are not answerable as a government to any individual style or design. Indeed, it is the diversity of furniture and interior design that I believe makes the landscape of Beppin so valuable and reflective of the individuals who live here.

It was these ideals, combined with many other elements I had evolved from the original plans of the Third Reich, that struck Herr Benedict with the loyalty to Beppin he has displayed all year round. I remember once, a few months ago, that Herr Benedict decided to leave Beppin. I believe he needed to do some personal growth outside of our nation, and to get some perspective. I missed his presence in Beppin greatly, but within a month this model citizen returned. He said he travelled far, and he travelled wide, but Beppin was the only place he could ever call home.

On his return, Herr Benedict immediately joined the Beppin SS. His role in it has been a supreme model of dilligence and strength that has seen him rise to the rank of Oberstgruppen-Führer in record time. His achievements on so many levels have simply been astounding. His intiatives in Beppin SS policy and his role of authority have been exemplary. But what makes Herr Benedict such a deserved winner of this years Beppin Cross, ironically, isn't from his military service.

No. The main reason for Herr Benedict's recieving of the 2006 Beppin Cross is his interior design efforts. Yes, the freedoms he wished for in use of furniture under the Third Reich have been realised in an explosive display of creativity in his very own house. One dosen't just visit Herr Benedict's home: one experiences it.
Yes, his passion for using seemingly diametrically opposed furniture designs, often right next to eachother, is just inspired work, and as he so often says, a lot of his work is too cutting edge for even the HRA.

Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken is a model Beppian who's work in and out of the Beppin SS has finally been rewarded with Beppin's highest decoration: the Beppin Cross.

I look forward to presenting this to you tomorrow my dear friend and would like to personally thank you for being an intrinsic part of what Beppin is all about.

A Fruitful Day In Beppin

2006-07-16T00:41:00.000+10:00

Its been a nice and casual day in Beppin today. Even the incessant rain, that hasn't abated since last night, couldn't dampen the spirits of Beppin's citizens who are still firmly in the grip of Beppin Cross fever. The final nominations for this prestigious award came in the post this morning, and I've been going through the entries most of this afternoon. To have a break from the paperwork I took a stroll this evening to catch some insects.

Whilst scanning for new species on the tree trunks, I realised I was next to Beppin's only orange tree, as pictured. This is a special tree for me, and it often gives me an opportunity for reflection and remembrance. The sole orange tree in Beppin is a testament to change and progress, but also respecting and honouring the past.

You see, when Beppin was first settled and reclaimed, its only fruit trees were orange trees. Oranges are Beppin's native fruit, and they could be seen from the Neues Rheinland in the north west through to the Eastern Tiefländer and as far south as the Beppin Foreshore. This was always a rich and fertile land and I made it a personal mission of mine to make this land more vibrant, diverse and profitable by growing new and exotic fruits from faraway lands.

This required much work, and it became a passion of mine to grow every single fruit possible. Apples, peaches, pears, cherries and coconuts (yes, even coconuts) were soon growing and bearing fruit across this land. I began taking down orange trees with gusto. Purchasing new axes from Herr Nook almost daily as my fervour for cutting down Beppin's native fruit trees became my number one priority. This continued unabated for weeks that grew into months. With every foreign fruit that became ripe to pick, orange trees were cut down and replaced by my valuable imported varieties. I could feel the economic power of Beppin rising every day.

Suddenly Herr Nook's prices for furniture and other goods seemed a mere pittance, and my home loan repayments were becoming more and more frequent as my income increased exponentially with every new harvest. But I fell into a trap, one that wasn't a cunningly placed pitfall seed. No.. I fell into a trap of exploiting the land for my own gain. I could argue with myself that it is all justifiable for the glory of Beppin, but to be honest with myself I have to admit I was raping this land. The land I had loved, and nurtured and respected had turned into an industrialised fruit manufacturing concern.

It was at this point, on the brink of economic servitude that I realised my folly and saw with eyes fully opened for the first time, that being a slave to foreign fruit markets was not going to be a future that served the values and ideals of Beppin for the future. It had to stop, and it wasn't a moment too soon.

When I surveyed Beppin with my newly awoken vision, I realised that there was one, single, solitary orange tree left in the entire country. Just one. Where once there were literally tens of orange trees growing, only one remained. The once dominant and common had become the endangered, and this sent a shock through my system like lying on a Lab bench.

This was a watershed moment for Beppin. A time of rebirth and a paradigm shift in the operation of our nation. From this point on the fruit of the land became a natural resource that was not produced for the exclusive quest of the almighty Bell. No, our fruit became, once again, a part of Beppin that was to be respected and honoured, and something to always be thankful for.

This lone orange tree takes pride of place just to the east of the Golden Gates of Beppin. This simple, yet poignant monument to Beppin's history stands without fanfare or ceremony, but its noble branches bear the fruit of Beppin's heritage, a truly majestic duty that I fully respect and appreciate as a native part of what makes Beppin great.

Beppin Day 1948 Memories

2006-07-15T02:32:00.000+10:00

When looking through some of my documents for an old letter from the HRA today, I found this photo. It was taken on Beppin Day 1948, and I remember it like it was yesterday. That year Beppin Day coincided, almost to the day, with Herr Nook refurbishing his establishment and reopening as Nookway. Herr Nook had been planning this for months, unbeknownst to myself. The grand unveiling of Nookway provided a wonderful accompaniment to the usual Beppin Day celebrations.

Keen observers of the photograph will have noticed Sally H. Squirrel in front of Nookway's entrance. At this time Frau Sally was a new resident of Beppin, in fact she was one of the first individuals to take up residence. Frau Sally and I quickly became very close friends and shared a great deal of our time with eachother. Frau Sally became the epitomy of Beppin's values and ideals to me very quickly and I had soon fallen for her more than I had realised.

Frau Sally and myself spent much of our time together discussing the future of Beppin. Her ideas were so close to my own that often it was like we were of the same mind. Such a closeness is most uncommon, and for a battle weary old warhorse like myself, it proved incredibly refreshing. Intoxicating even.

It had been a long time since this old Baron had experienced the feelings for anyone the way they were felt with Frau Sally. It's more than likely hard to understand for most people, but when one connects so succinctly with another individual, the once perceived barriers seem to disappear.

Those experiences I had with Frau Sally in Beppin were wonderful times, times I won't be soon to forget. When someone effects your life so profoundly and deeply, it is futile to deny them that presence. Alas, Frau Sally moved from Beppin to parts unknown after only staying a few months. With little more than a short note, Frau Sally left my life just as quickly as she'd entered it.

The one saving grace that eases my missing of her is that she gave me a picture of herself before she moved away. It became one of my most valued possessions, and takes pride of place on my Modern coffee table in the upstairs level of my personal quarters. Whenever I'm feeling low, or lost, I can see my dear Sally's image and remember the wonderful times we had experienced. Her picture shows me that it is so important to have experienced those times and feelings and remember them, and that that can't be taken away, regardless of what happens after that individual has left your life. On the back of the picture Sally wrote: "Just something to remember me by.",.. just something to remember you by indeed.

Frau Sally H. Squirrel taught me a lot about myself, which I have taken on in my work in Beppin. She was an important and irreplaceable symbol of the potential of Beppin and to this day serves as my inspiration. Though you may only be seen as a part of the background in this photograph from Beppin Day 1948, believe me when I say, my dear Sally, that all that Beppin has become would not have been possible with out you.

Birds Of A Feather

2006-07-14T00:02:00.000+10:00

A well seasoned Beppian in her own right, Frau Marina V. Octopus has been making her presence well known to me lately. Previously, my personal experience with Frau Marina had been passing on some Lovely themed furniture and the usual pleasantries in passing, apart from this, she has kept to herself. However, one never, ever hears a bad word about Frau Marina. As a true Beppian she has settled into our fair land and lived her life happily and (judging by her Lovely furniture collection) rather prosperously. She dosen't enter into any of the gossip or rumour mongering a lot of individuals fall prey too which is a refreshing change from some of the other residents.

A role model citizen, Frau Marina has become a front runner in the Beppin Cross this year, it will be very interesting to see if she recieves any nomination before entries close on Saturday. I always find these unsung type personalities who don't go for the spotlight are often the most interesting characters who seem to offer an awful lot more than they let on.

As was the case this evening, when Frau Marina asked what I thought of the recent influx of Beppians of the bird race, as pictured. Beppin has recently had quite a pronounced influx of residents of Bird race. Herr Anchovy, Frau Robin, Frau Friga, and of course one of the Beppin SS's rising stars: Schütze Roald
D. Penguin. I had noticed this myself, but soon realised that although the current trend of Bird race Beppin residents is quite noticible; it has not been to the detriment of the community. It must be said that Beppin as a country and an ideal has no issue with the Bird race. The eagle as a majestic bird of prey is one of our most powerful and recognised symbols, a tradition carried on from Herr Hitler's Third Reich, so the Bird race is a part of our establishment as an icon and symbol.

I wasn't personally aware of any prejudice or racial negativity toward the Bird race, but when Frau Marina brought the subject up, it did make me think. Would life in Beppin improve if it was inhabited solely by members of the Bird race? Or should I be concerned that the Bird race out numbers other races in Beppin currently? The answer to both of the questions was a resounding "No".

Even though, currently, the majority of Beppians are of the feathered variety, it does not mean that this is how the demographic will stay. I do think it is an interesting situation we are currently experiencing, but it only takes a few changes and a reshuffle of citizens to change this dynamic completely. I welcome the opportunity to experience what the different elements of the Bird race can offer our nation and until evidence suggests otherwise I will welcome them to Beppin with no preconceived ideas of what kind of individuals they are.

Although my experience Herr Anchovy W. Bird wasn't what I'd define as ideal, it was still of a positive nature. It displayed to me how Beppin is not for everyone.
But, it's not for everyone based on things other than race. The individual attitudes of the citizen is what is a defining feature of their comfort in Beppin, not their racial lineage. The incredible diversity of the animal kingdom means assuming otherwise would be an uneducated and unfair view. To this end Beppin is welcoming of all races of animal. The Beppin philsophy, unlike Herr Hitler's, is not race oriented. Its the personality of the individual that proves or denies their worth over their genetic history.

On this principle Beppin welcomes all. But please remember: it is your actions and personality that are the deciding factors in whether or not Beppin will become your home, or just a stopover on your way to another destination. Thank you for your questions Frau Marina, you serve Beppin greatly, I wish you well, and lots of Lovely furniture in your future.

The Ebb And Flow Of Beppin's Citizens

2006-07-12T20:51:00.000+10:00

Its odd how things sometimes happen all at once. How for weeks on end there seems to be little change, then, literally overnight, there are sweeping changes to the Beppin landscape. This has happened in regards to a recent reshuffle in current Beppians. Quite what has brought this on in such a short space of time isn't something I understand. I'll put it down to coincidence. I think if there was a more sinister reason the Beppin SS would have definitely picked up on it. Still, it's a nice change and keeps things fresh and interesting. We always welcome new residents to Beppin and if it means losing some current residents then so be it.

The first move happened Monday night, Frau Pippy M. Rabbit disappeared to new pastures, with the only notification to myself being a short letter that came with Tuesday morning's post. Frau Pippy was always an odd little rabbit. She was definitely one of a kind and although she wasn't what I'd call a learned colleague, I'd definitely say she was a true champion of Beppin's values and way of life. Farewell Frau Pippy, I'll miss seeing you running around Beppin for no apparent other reason than your own personal amusement on my regular walks.

Following Frau Pippy's departure a certain Teddy S. Bear set up residence on Beppin's south eastern foreshore. I've been quite taken with Herr Teddy so far, he's warmed quite quickly to the Beppin way of life much to my pleasure. Then again, he is the neighbour of Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken who's magnetic personality and love of Beppin can be very infectious. I do think Herr Teddy could be excellent material for the Beppin SS, so I made a point of posting him some information regarding membership benefits and roles in our little organisation this morning. The future looks bright for Herr Teddy.

The next change occurred that night with the moving of Anchovy W. Bird. I'd like to say I'll miss Herr Anchovy, but really, I think the values and ideals of Beppin were wasted on him. He was only a recent resident to Beppin and had never really fitted in. I don't know how many times I'd heard from other residents that he wasn't getting on well with other Beppians, often much to my surprise when asked about it. Herr Anchovy's unsettled attitude towards other Beppian's was good cause for him to move. If one can't get on with one's fellow townspeople then it is time to find a new place to call home.

The last part of this mini reshuffle was the arrival of Frau Friga I. Penguin. She arrived a bit under the weather unfortunately and was quite ill when I visited her house this evening. Thankfully Herr Nook still had some medicine in stock that I quickly purchased for her, which made an improvement to her demeanour almost instantly. Frau Friga was very appreciative and her manners and polite attitude was very welcome. I imagine it was the long journey from her previous country that brought this illness on, but one can't be too sure.

If this becomes a trend of newcomers arrivng with some kind of malaise, I might have to organise a meeting with Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise regarding the possibility of a quarantine facility at Beppin's gates. The last thing we need is a rash of new Beppian's spreading disease throughout the country at the expense of current residents. I'll keep my eye on the next batch of newcomers and evaluate the situation from there. Rest assured some form of action will be taken if this continues.

The Hall of Remembrance

2006-07-10T01:08:00.000+10:00

One of the wings of my personal residence in Beppin has become an shrine to the military presence in our nation. Through the years I've collected some pieces that I proudly display as an homage to those who've sacrificed themselves for the honour of Beppin. The eternal flames, symbolising the Third and Fourth Reichs, cast a warm glow over this wing and, as pictured, I often stop and reminisce in this part of my house while tending to my black tulips, themselves a symbol of loss and remembrance.

The artifacts are all very personally attached to me and have value far beyond mere Bells. The gasmask was used in trench warfare along Beppin's coast when liberating the land. The jungle camouflage field blouse was once the personal attire of the legendary figure: Sturmbannführer Samson A. Mouse. A proud Beppian who fought gallantly to secure the Beppin Neues Rheinland on our north western border in a bloody war of attrition that lasted for nearly half a year. Just being near these tactile memories of Beppin's history is a deep and moving feeling... one which strikes at my very heart.

My small shrine of remembrance of fallen heroes is a place of reflection for me. Whilst the sombre notes of K.K. Chorale play on my vintage gramophone, I can feel the spirit of Beppin become one with me. I can feel the pain of the past, and can see ahead to the bright future. Beppin as an idea and vision takes form in this hallowed hall. It is only through our history that we can make a future.

I find solace in the eternal flames. When I've felt that the world has been against me, and fought tooth and nail to keep me from my work, I can gain so much perspective through quiet reflection. With only their flickering light to guide me, the eternal flames of this shrine shall proudly lead us towards glorious times.

Unsere Ehre Heisst Beppin

2006-07-08T21:14:00.000+10:00

The more I go through the nominations for this years Beppin Cross, the more I
remember former Beppians who are no longer a part of our nation. It pains me to
think that they are not here to witness the development of Beppin, but their work
in the earlier stages of this great land are undoubtably invaluable.

One of the earliest adoptees of Beppin as their homeland was Reichsführer Octavian K. Octopus. I've so many wonderful memories of time spent in Herr Octavian's company, he was instrumental in setting the groundwork for Beppin and for his development of the Beppin SS. Octavian and I spent countless hours formulating ideas and plans for the betterment of our country, and the need for a militant enforcer for Beppin's values became a necessity.

Some of the most powerful divisions of Herr Hitler's forces was the SS. A secret
police of sorts, designed to deal with the more pressing issues of the day in a
more, lets say, "visceral" capacity. The fear and respect the SS embued was
second to none, and Herr Hitler's original model served as a basic model for my
own Beppin SS, with some fundamental differences.

Myself and Reichsführer Octavian developed a plan by which we could deal with
dissidents and enemies of the state through the development of the SS Überraschung Begraben und Netz policy. Conspirators against Beppin were always a concern to me. I'm a firm believer that individuals who do not fit within our society's structures should be dealt with quickly and efficiently. Beppin is a utopian model of perfection that has been proven.

If someone doesn't want to be a part of Beppin, for any reason, it is in their best interests to move to another place rather than incur the wrath of the Beppin SS. Dissidents come in all shapes and sizes, and sometimes are where you least suspect them. I've seen new residents come to Beppin and settle in beautifully as active and passionate Beppians, only to change overnight into instigators of Anti-Beppin behaviours that they have attempted to use on other residents.

In these situations it dosen't take long for a Beppin SS member to get to find the
starting point of these problems and through the Überraschung Begraben und Netz
policy can deliver punishment quickly and decisively. Of course this policy needs
to be controlled by head SS officers and it is not tolerated if an SS member acts
without sufficient proof and evidence, lest they be punished themselves.

Outsiders have seen the Beppin SS as being a law unto themselves but this couldn't be further from the truth. Strict policies on acceptable public behaviour ensure that SS members are kind, courteous and respectful of all Beppin's residents and it is firmly embedded in their minds that Beppin's residents are what make it great. Beppin would be nothing without its residents who's values are shared and united.

Unsere Ehre heisst Beppin has always been the SS's motto and it's become a common value for Beppin's residents far and wide. The success of the Beppin SS is something I take great pride in, and when I walk the cobbled streets of Beppin at night on these summer evenings, its brings to mind the friendship and dilligence of Reichsführer Octavian K. Octopus and the tireless work he has done in bringing a new age of prosperity to our nation. I hope to one day see my friend Octavian again, although his work is a constant reminder to me, I long for the day I can visit him again in his moon and space themed house and catch up on old times.

Beppin Cross Fever!

2006-07-06T22:46:00.000+10:00

It seems that Beppin Cross fever has gripped the nation, judging by the spectacle I just witnessed on the Beppin foreshore in a little conversation between Robin and Rocco. Such a powerful individual bearing testament to Beppin at such volume gives me goosebumps just recalling the memory.

Rocco L. Hippopotamus recently moved to Beppin from parts unknown, but has taken to life here incredibly quickly. It almost seemed like overnight that Rocco changed from confused new resident, to a passionately active Beppian. This is even more of a surprise due to his age. The older we get the more set in our ways we become and my initial impression of Rocco was of a rather abrupt and closed minded individual who lives his life by his own rules. Well, it seems that Beppin has brought the best out in him as he has settled in very well and always seems to be in his element as an advocate for the values of Beppin.

Although I've not yet received an official nomination for Rocco in the runnings for this years Beppin Cross, I see him as a genuine contender. The way Rocco has proclaimed his love and allegiance to Beppin over the past few weeks has served as a model by which I wish all new residents to our nation would live by. The passion and love of one's albeit adopted nation is something that I highly value. Unlike Herr Hitler, I do believe that individuals from different nations can come together as one to make an even more powerful entity, afterall, we don't choose our own place of birth, but we do choose where want to live. Moving to Beppin and adopting our ideals is not something one does on a whim.

Conversely, I never enjoy seeing Beppian's leave our fair nation, but sometimes I do believe it's for the best, in sometimes not so obvious ways. In sad news today Hauptscharführer Wolfgang C. Wolf moved away. After much discussion he convinced me it was the right thing for him to do. We all need to move on sometimes, and even though his presence in the Beppin SS will be very missed, I do understand his need to move on, and to spread the word of Beppin to new regions. I wish you well Hauptscharführer Wolfgang C. Wolf, your spirit lives on in Beppin and your work lives on in Schütze Roald D. Penguin. I hope what you've learned in Beppin serves you well and that you prosper in your new home. There will always be a place for you here though, and Beppin will always welcome you back with open arms.

Hauptscharführer Wolfgang C. Wolf, I salute you.

A spotlight on the staff of Beppin Post

2006-07-05T21:46:00.000+10:00

Inaugural first issue sheet of Beppin Post B50 postage stamps, from my personal collection

As mentioned yesterday, I'm receiving lots of entries for the 2006 Beppin Cross medal through the post. I thought this would be an ideal opportunity to sing the praises of Beppin Post and their office in the Town Hall. During the formative stages of getting our little country together, it was imperative to get a fast and reliable postal service organised to ensure that all projects were coming together as planned.

Early discussions with Bürgermeister Tortimer F. Tortoise lead us to how important staff would be and that the personnel are the back bone of a good postal system. From this point we secured three valuable individuals: two sisters, Pelly and Phyllis Pelican and 3 times decorated Wehrmacht envoy Unterfeldwebel Pete B. Pelican (no relation to the sisters).

The daring stories I'd heard of Unterfeldwebel Pete's heroic adventures in delivering valuable documents throughout the Third Reich's SS, Gestapo and Wehrmacht officers were the stuff of legend. On one occassion an enigma machine breakdown on the Russian front required fast delivery of crucial strategic information to Berlin, in the middle of winter with virtually zero visibility. This task was nigh on impossible, but Unterfeldwebel Pete managed to complete this mission in record time and singlehandedly intercepted Allied communiques regarding their presence in France during his passage. This was the first mission he was awarded a medal for, but it wasn't to be his last.

His well decorated service in the Third Reich made him an excellent choice for the auspicious role of being Beppin's postman. He took to this important role with aplomb and has never missed a delivery since his commission. This committment to mail delivery combined with his military past has been crucial in all postal activities in Beppin.

Of the Pelican sisters, Frau Pelly K. Pelican is the more easygoing and carefree, providing a balance to her markedly more uptight and bitter sister; Frau Phyllis Z. Pelican. Such polar opposites in physical appearance and demeanour make me wonder if they are indeed sisters at all or have a different mother or father. It is not my way conduct unwarranted questioning of the citizens of Beppin regarding their pasts or family history. Everyone starts from scratch in Beppin and begins their lives with a clean slate. If however, they fall into old behaviours that could be deemed detrimental, or a possible threat to other Beppians, action and investigation will have to be done, courtesy of the Beppin SS.

I trust Frau's Pelly and Phyllis with the handling of nearly all correspondance through Beppin (with the exception of the odd message in a bottle from far away shores), but this great responsibility means that if there is something amiss with Beppin Post, they will be the first individuals questioned. A great responsibility indeed, and one they've done with pride and honour for many years of service.

But I digress. Beppin Post has been an institution of our country of which I'm very proud. From its inception it has been a jewel in the crown of our achievements and I would like to take this opportunity to personally thank the Beppin Post staff for all their tireless work: with every delivery, you make Beppin a stronger, prouder and more efficient nation.

Beppin Cross Winner 2006: Who will it be?

2006-07-04T22:36:00.000+10:00

I do love July. Not only has it proven to be a month thats a wonderful time for collecting insects and fish in previous years, but its also the month that I get to present the most prestigious medal of our nation: The Beppin Cross. This medal is awarded to the most active and loyal citizens of Beppin and is a reflection of the conviction and passion an individual displays for their country.

It's an even more exciting time this year as the award is open to all citizens of Beppin for the first time. Previously, the Beppin Cross was exclusively awarded to the military, but this year any citizen can be nominated. I've received some very interesting ones too, from some very confident citizens, and I quote:

"Dear Baron,

Please give me the medal. I've been a very good Beppian for the last year and have done everything possible to make Beppin the bestest place ever! I didn't even move any of the flowers during Flower Fest! You need only ask my neighbours, Marina and Rocco, about how much I love this place. I LOVE BEPPIN!! PLEASE give me the shiny new medal!

Love and Hugs

Pippy Rabbit"

This is just a mere sample of the calibre of letters sent to me this week. It's going to be a very tough choice, but I think the one, truly deserving citizen will stand out from all the other entries. I'd like to thank everyone for their nominations, and the recipient of the 2006 Beppin Cross will be announced on Sunday, 16th of July, with a presentation to the individual the following Monday.

Its always such a pleasure to be able to reward the citizens of Beppin so overtly, and make them feel that special connection to our nation that I feel every day.
Good luck Beppians! Keep those entries coming in!

The Gypsies.... its always the gypsies

2006-07-03T21:25:00.000+10:00

Every monday, without fail. Every monday. Beppin gets a visitor. An unwelcome visitor. A visitor who peddles their filthy illgotten wares brazenly in front of
Beppin's illustrious Town Hall. I've had a bone to pick with Redd Fox for quite a while now, and he simply isn't getting the message. As clearly evidenced in the image above taken this afternoon, he is not welcome. For someone like myself, it dosen't bother me too much on his asking prices for some of his items, and it sometimes makes me laugh at what he prices his baubles for, but I've had far to many letters from Beppians complaining of his constant stream of fake paintings. I can tolerate outside traders who will offer items that Herr Nook won't stock, but I will not stand for art forgeries being sold as the genuine article.

One too many times I've cautiously bought a painting off this Fox character and proudly presented it to Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl only to find it is indeed a forgery. This kind of vile practice must be stopped. I called an emergency meeting with Oberstgruppen-Führer Benedict G. Chicken this evening and it has been decided that further, stronger, action must be taken. If this Redd character won't pay attention to our signs, then we will be forced into making this a priority of the Beppin SS.

This will be a three pronged strategy. Firstly, all Beppians will be contacted by Beppin Post mail to report any activity or contact with Redd Fox (or any of the many "cousins" he seems to have). Our citizens will be obliged to report all information regarding Redd to their representative of the Beppin SS immediately.

Secondly, Brigadeführer Copper K. Dog will tighten security at Beppin's gates. All too often he has left the gate in the charge of the frankly incompetent Schütze Booker E. Dog, who has let more than a few questionable visitors through in the past. All visitors must present all relevant documentation and vertification of their identity before being allowed admittance. Additionally no visas will be issued for a stay longer than 24 hours, unless the individual is moving in permanently.

Thirdly, Beppin will cease trading with outside countries who's interests and values are not the same. Beppin's primary retailer, Herr Nook, will have to record and verify all items sold to every citizen. Each person will have access to this record and if called upon, Herr Nook must be able to reorder said item to prove its authenticity and origin. The Beppin SS has power invested in its members to investigate to the fullest extent of the law any trading done in Beppin that can not have its legitimacy proved conclusively.

These actions must be taken unfortunately. Its paintings today, but it could be Regal or even Cabana furniture tomorrow. The government of Beppin will not let this occur, and I for one will not allow for a situation where the HRA take away points on our decors due to owning "furniture of suspect origin". I, as a leader, will not stand for this and will take all measures possible to keep fraudulent or imitation furniture off the streets and out of the houses of Beppin, once and for all!

Welcome Schütze Roald D. Penguin, newest recruit to the Beppin SS

2006-07-03T00:52:00.000+10:00

Isn't it wonderful when you get to effect someone positively? I mean, having a direct effect on a person's outlooks and beliefs, it is a wonderful feeling. As mentioned previously, Roald D. Penguin had a few issues with Beppin when he moved in a few days ago. I kept an eye on this lad from a distance as I wasn't too sure what he was about. Alas, when I saw him arguing with Hauptscharführer Wolfgang a couple of days ago about his perceived issues with how one was to live in Beppin, I actually feared we may have to lose him... one way or another.

It's often hard for outsiders from different ways of life to acclimatise to their new lives in Beppin, but I'm very proud to say that Roald has joined the Beppin SS this weekend and is welcoming the training and lifestyle change with open arms. Wolfgang mentioned to me this evening on the beach front that he was most impressed with Roald's change of attitude, and had taken him under his wing. A victory for Wolfgang and, indeed, a victory for Beppin.

To celebrate this I paid a visit to young Roald's house this evening. It was heartwarming to see how focussed he is on getting his training up and improving him self. I believe his competitive nature will see his star rise grandly in the Beppin SS and I look forward to seeing his development as a citizen and as an officer.

Congratulations Schütze Roald D. Penguin, and it's a nice bonus that you like the uniform so much too.

Beppin's Inauguration: Beppin Day 1944

2006-07-01T00:59:00.000+10:00

Looking through my old photo's, as one does, I came across this gem. Taken on the 6th of December 1944, this was the day Beppin became a reality. To celebrate the beginning of a new order, I invited Herr Hitler to be our special guest. I really thought he wasn't going to make it as there was so much work to do in Berlin at this time,... bad times for the Third Reich indeed. But he made it. I remember thinking to myself that I'd taken on too much in making Beppin, and that it wouldn't get off the ground at all. But come that date, it all came together. And Herr Hitler even managed to present me with the first ever piece of furniture for the town (as pictured), it was a spanking new Exotic Bench, wonderful choice mein Führer,... I still have it stored away, and often sit on it in silence remembering how far we've come. I miss you Herr Hitler. I miss your friendship and guidance every day.

Pictured to the left is a fresh faced Brigadeführer Copper K. Dog, a longterm friend in the Wehrmacht who also earned early honourable discharge from the army for performing services of extreme valour. I don't believe Beppin would be the place it is today without the insight and experience of Copper. On countless occassions his viewpoint and ideas have questioned my own and given me so much more perspective in Beppin's formation. It was an obvious choice for Copper to man the gates of Beppin, he knows who should pass through and who shouldn't. Copper's role has been instrumental in making Beppin what it is today, and seeing this photo just brings back so many memories of sitting down with a pilsener, and discussing the future, with my good friend Copper.

Pictured to the far right is a very young Oberschütze Blathers M. Owl. Where do I begin with Blathers. Perhaps the best way is to recount one of my first personal experiences with a young Blathers. As a specialist in natural history, I had assigned Blathers to oversee all organisation and planning of the Beppin Museum. In our formative stages, Blathers had mentioned to me his fondness for certain elements of the museum, but rather disparaging discomfort with others, namely insects. I had written this off to sheer eccentricity, that was until I presented young Blathers with a small butterlfy I'd captured during my surveying of the town one day. Upon receipt of this inoffensive little specimen, Blathers seemed to lose all common sense and began to behave rather panicky. The poor old bird has an inate fear of insects that has now become famous and regardless of how many the museum receives, he still can't get used to them. His attempts to always keep a lid on the insects I've passed over to him have always brought a smile to my face. His passion for history and nature are wonderfully juxtaposed with his uniformly extreme hatred of anything with more than four legs. Which brings to mind Blathers' quiet words to me before I accepted the presentation from Herr Hitler: "I think I just saw a ladybird in those flowers. If I see it again I'm afraid I'll have to leave, wot wot."

Hauptscharführer Wolfgang C. Wolf

2006-06-29T23:58:00.000+10:00

Although only a recent member of the Beppin SS, Hauptscharführer Wolfgang C. Wolf has proved his worth to our regime in many ways. Upon first moving to Beppin, Wolfgang was a headstrong, brutish character who's conviction and presence demanded my attention. I knew he was Beppin SS material from the moment I introduced myself and couldn't help but see a bit of myself as a younger Baron in him. From his induction into the Beppin SS Wolfgang has been a rising star in its ranks and his dedication to his duty never ceases to amaze me.

This afternoon I noticed him having a chat in front of the Town Hall with new Beppin resident Roald Penguin. I noticed the discussion was getting very heated, with Roald losing his cool to Wolfgang on more than one occassion, but Wolfgang remained cool calm, and collected and eventually wandered off whistling while Roald was left beyond satisfied with the outcome of their back and forth. Part of Wolfgang's role is orienting Beppin's new residents, and explaining to them the rules and regulations of Beppin citizenship. The rules are sometimes hard for newcomers to get used to, and I won't deny some new residents don't see out the end of the week, but its imperative for new citizens to be in full understanding of how Beppin operates, and what the rules and regulations are of its citizens.

To see the passion in Wolfgang's face as he educated Roald instilled so much pride in me. It warms this old mans heart to see such vehemence and power carried through to Beppin's citizens.I know that the future of Beppin rests with its active citizens like Wolfgang. Citizens who put the good of Beppin above their own need, citizens who make my life's work worthwhile.

Baron Von Beppin with Sturmadler

2006-06-29T15:33:00.000+10:00

A young and brash Baron Von Beppin with Sturmadler: my wings of victory. This wonderous example of fine German engineering lead me to 31 air victories against the allies in a 9 month period. Sturmadler became a part of me, and as the war ground on, we kept eachother safe from harm. This photo brings back many memories, the excitement and adrenalin, and the pride and honour. It also bring back the memories of seeing the coast from the air for the first time, and knowing it was my destiny to found my own piece of heaven. It was on the wings of Sturmadler that the dream of Beppin was born. She now resides in a special wing of the Beppin Museum, and I'm all too happy to tell visitors my many stories of our adventures together during war time.

Not to say the old girls done her time in the sky, oh no. Though not quite up to the heady schedule of flight missions during the war, Sturmadler still takes to the wide blue skies of Beppin on special holidays, with an always entertaining "dogfight" amid the fireworks on New Years Eve.

The Return of Baron Von Beppin

2006-06-28T23:31:00.000+10:00

Once upon a time, there was a man, a man who had a dream, I am this man. During my time under Hitler's command in World War II, I learned a lot. I learned a lot about myself and who I wanted to be. I witnessed the suffering, the death, the horror and the power. The experience was one of much pain, but of incredible opportunities once my service had completed. I plan to make this record of my life a history of my time spent in Germany's service, and a document of my new life, in Beppin.

Beppin is my life. It is what I am dedicated to and what shall be my legacy after my passing. This town will be my utopian order of animals and man, living together. The idealism of the Third Reich married with the rich and wonderous tapestry of the animal kingdom. I believe Beppin will serve as a model for future countries, and will show the world the way to the future.

This serves as a small introduction to what the Beppin Legacy shall be concerned with. Join with me in a journey into the past and into the future, and share in the Legacy Of Beppin.