NationStates Jolt Archive


Unknown Terrorists Storm TGRM HQ

27-10-2003, 18:59
OOC: Fantasy nation, you know the drill, don't like it, don't read it. Eh, maybe I'm still too n00b-ish to try something like this, but heck, you gotta start some time!

IC: Earlier this day, all contact with the HQ of (not-so) feared Warlord Snottynoze was severed. The goblins, just waking in their tents in the morning, stood up to hear horrible noise and racket, reminiscent of TGRM kamikaze squigs, coming from the ransacked mansion that the warlord currently holds as his command post.
All attempts to approach (and believe us, the goblins HAVE approached) the mansion has lead to being fired upon. The only survivor to escape the building is the foreign minister/the odd one, who is still a brink away from heart attack. Here is what he had to say:
"It was ghastly. I was at the breakfast table, eating a roast human, er, bear, with the other ministers, when the disastrous end of a cannon appeared through the window. Our warlord began to question who the heck sticks large steel pipes through windows, when half of the parliament was blasted across the walls. I turned tail and ran through the front doors, but I was fired at throughout my dash. I don't know if the warlord survived."
The goblins are currently planning how to break into the mansion and rescue their leader, and along with the foreign minister, have actually begun to plan instead of just picking their noses without a clue of what to do. The terrorists are yet to inform who they are or what their demands are.
27-10-2003, 19:32
"Ok, so, lez go over da plan one more time," the head alchemist of the goblins said to the ring of wise (pfft!) thinkers.
"I still think this isn't the best of our ideas..." the foreing minister tried to cut in.
"Shut youz mouth! Youz alwayz been da odd one!" the alchemist said.
"Ok, so here'z how it goez," the night goblin squig herder said. "You alkiemist gobboz make dat stikk of dinomite and tie it on me squig. We put da forein' minizter on da squig..."
"Excuse me?!" the minister looked in surprise. "Me?! No!"
"Yeah, youz gonna ride da big one, coz no one likez you!" the alchemist butted in.
"...anyway, da minizter ridez da squig with da lit dinomite towardz da window. Rite before plunjin' in, 'e leaps off da squig and runz like a puny gobbo. Den it's BOOM! terriristz and we go in and get da boss!"
"Ok, datz how we gonna do it. ...GET HIM!!!" the head alchemist pointed at the minister, who was currently bounding of at a relatively quick pace.

OOC: Narrative BUMP/plot build-up (like anyone cares)
27-10-2003, 20:04
The foreign minister trembled as he was carried onto the top of the squig. The beast was tied to the ground, but the lunatic lump of flesh and teeth still thrashed to all sides, it's beady eyes staring at the possible meals around it. Despite being against the plan, the foreign minister gripped onto the squig, knowing he could easily break his neck if he didn't hold onto the frenzied beast.
The alchemist brought his stick of dynamite, made by some local herbs and a good helping of gunpowder, and strapped it onto the mad flesh-lump. Suddenly the mansion in front of the minister looked very foreboding.
"GO GO GO! BOOM!!!" the goblins around him cheered, and he heard the dynamite being lit and the ropes holding the squig being cut off. Immediately the little beast sprang at top speeds towards the house, the minister holding for his dear life.
"Eat hot squig, you punks!" the minister screamed as the two neared the window, the squig turning continually more and more berzerk.

OOC: Last update tonight, it's starting to be night in Finland. To those few (if any) who care a s*** about this, I'll update tomorrow. G'night!