NationStates Jolt Archive

that came to my country of their own free will and became citizens, only to have their past life catch up to them? ie: The New Spartian Queen and Prime Minister?

I killed them both already! When I decided the area around New Spartha's capital would make a nice Uranium mine!

Nah, they were on my refugee ships leaving New spartia after AMF attacked.

Are you capable of taking a hint? The mods deleted your topic for a reason, you know.

What? I publicly execute refugees all the time, what was the reason?

OOC: actually, I was just wondering why? I mean, I had them.. and I wanted to do something with them.. so, ^^;; I figured an execution was as good as anything..

Mostly just because yours was like the fourth thread directly related to the whole AMF thing. Bad luck, I'd say.

ooc:- Let them leave on a jet & have Roania assassinate them for ya.

OOC: ah.. icic, lol. think I should wait a day before executing them?

I don't know. Some of the mods can get awfully testy about this sort of thing.

ooc:- make it an RP with Roania, you control them & let Roania kill em :P

Hmm.. suppose I make it an RP with my controling the Queen and PM, and someone else controlling the killers?

Several hundred Legionnares have been dispatched to capture the Queen and PM, let them loose in a forest, and hunt them down and kill them.

((Let the games begin!))

OOC: lol, ok then.

People stats:

New Spartian Queen:

16 years old, (the king was a pedo)
spoiled brat
no training.

New Spartian Prime Minister:

50 years old.
Some Army training
Dignifyed
Packing a spolen 10mm Glock and a shotgun.

They panted behind a tree, trying to catch their breath and wondering where their pursuers where.

"Damn it, not again." The queen whined.

And facing against them:

1000 Roanian legionnares
Heavily trained.
Equipped with HOPLITE1 Armor
Carrying RA-87s
Aided by a pack of Dire Wolves.

OOC: will that armor be able to be peirced by special AP 10mm shells from the Glock and DU ammo from the 12 gauge?

OOC: You'll find that with 1000 of them, it's a moot point.

OOC: true, but there's some fun to be had. ^_^

OOC: anyways, come on, post movements, lol.

The Legionnare jeeps leap over a sand drift. They will soon have the forest completely surrounded.

They start running again, the Queen bitching quietly, and the PM getting a disturbing look in his eye.

The legionnares begin entering the fortress, a closing circle of death.

Hover cameras follow.

((I wonder what NS thinks of this?))

(OOC: I dunno, I suppose we'll get reaction alittle later, lol)

"Can't you hear them? They're everywhere... do something!" the Queen bitched at the Prime Minister.

The look in his eye got more disturbed.

As silent death, they appear in front of the two. "Shoot the queen... shoot the queen..."

"Help! SOMEBODY! DO SOMETHING!" the queen screemed clutching the Prime Minister.

The PM snaps.

Swiftly he takes the shotgun from it's sling on his back and rams it's adjustable stock into her stomach.

"I'm so BLOODY tired of hearing you BITCH!" he yells at her.

She gasps for air and keeps on bitching "What... the hell.... why...?"

He turns away from her.

"You want her? You got her!" He bellows into the forest. "She's been nothing but misery! If you let me go, I'll let you have her. You can do anything you want with her, ANYTHING! She's a cheap whore. They king picked her up on a street corner somewhere!"

Turning back to her, he reslings the shotgun and draws the glock.

The legionnares look at eachother. A hail of bullets cuts into the queen. The general steps forward. "Sir, the Principality needs someone like you."

Blinking, Glock still in hand, the Prime Minister stares in amazment at the offer.

"You mean... I'm gonna live?"

"How would you like to be Minister for Protocol to a proper ruler? The last one tripped and got eaten by Dire Wolves when he visited the zoo."

He straightens up.

"A proper ruler? Someone who won't bitch and complain if their breakfast doesn't come with Mayo? God damn.. it's been so long."

The Prime Minister looks back at the bloodied body.

"I accept."

Both guns come out and he pumps one shot from each into the mangled corpse.

"Bitch." he says, spitting on the bloodied remains. "And yes, that dress DID make you look fat."

"My name is Gerald Himmer. When do I start?"

A helicopter lands. Several butlers leap off.

The general smiled. "Right now, Minister Himmer. These butlers will take you to Roan City immediately."

<<I hate seeing talent go to waste>>

(OOC: heh, true true, so, from now on, do you want to control this guy, or should I?)

"Thank you general, and shall I know the name of the General that spared my life?"

"I am General Masterson."

<<He's mine. And here's the sig I'll be using for him.>>

http://images.google.com.au/images?q=tbn:5isOcxhlefIC:news.bbc.co.uk/media/images/38415000/jpg/_38415359_blair150.jpg
Gerald Himmler
Former Prime Minister of New Spartha
Minister of Protocol for the Principality of Roania

(OOC: heh, very nice, well, glad to add a character to your arsenal. also, good RPing with you, albeit a short one, lol)

"Well then General Masterson, the next time you need a favour..." Himmer pauses.

"One that might not endanger my political standing, of course." he continues in a careful tone.

(OOC: btw, this guy is not religious at all. lol)

OOC: That's okay, he's an able administrator.

We should do another rp.

WAR ON NEW SPARTHA: The Genocide

(OOC: lol, ok, cool. War on New spartia, eh? well, I'll see, gotta go now. night. I'll TG you in the morning.)

((Yep. I think I'll call in Pantera and Treznor, and everyone else. And we'll kill everyone of them left and glass the nation.

Then I'll gas Spartha Reborn. This has gone on long enough.))