Automagfreek
01-12-2003, 02:56
(Original thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98847 )
Damien's soul had been waiting in limbo between the realms, deciding on what path he should choose. He had thought about what the strange figure had told him, but he felt as if something had been left out. He felt as if the figure was purposly not telling him something....but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He had made his decision, and he appproached the figure. My mind is made up, and my course is set. The figure took a few steps forward, saying Good! in response. The figure attempted to take his hand, but Damien did not budge. I do not believe what you said. You seemed almost hesitant to tell me extactly what the Gods had in store for me. Think of it, the nightmares, the entire fucking nation going straight the [b]Hell[b], dosen't that tell you something? The figure was taken back abit. Excuse me? Damien cut him off before he could finish. If my destiny was truely to die at the hands of a traitorous bitch, then there would be no reason for you to speak to me. But...you have, you've seemed eager to "guide me to the Light", to take my place in the spirit realm. You know what that tells me? It tells me you're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen if I turn away from you and choose my own path. You're afraid, admit it. The figure was speechless. Damien turned the opposite direction, and replied one final time. For better of worse, I stand alone.
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Damien's heart monitor stopped for the 4th time, and again the doctors rushed in. They hit him several times with the paddles and admistered adrenaline, but nothing could revive Damien. After 10 minutes of no activity, the great Automagfreek Warlord Damien, nicknamed Damien Dreadfire by his beloved Panteran brethren, was pronounced dead at 7:06 pm. Under full escort, his body was taken to Draegor-Langendorf Funeral Home where preperations were being made for his funeral.
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His eyes red and mouth quivering, Minister Hartman slowly made his way to the head of the podium, and began his speech.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the world. Today, we the people of Automagfreek have suffered a terrible loss, possibly the greatest in our history. Our leader Damien Dreadfire did not recover from his wounds. He died at exactly 7:06 pm today, and his funeral will be held in 2 days.
A loved and hated man, Damien did exactly what he said he would do, take his nation to heights that it never reached before. Well, for better or worse, he succeeded. He improved the state of our nation 3 fold, and although the road was rocky towards the end, he always had hope for the future, and he always did what he thought was best for his people. He loved his people more than anything, and I'm sure they'll miss him greatly.
Damien, wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace for all eternity. Goodbye friend.
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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-
G.D.O.D.A.D
Damien's soul had been waiting in limbo between the realms, deciding on what path he should choose. He had thought about what the strange figure had told him, but he felt as if something had been left out. He felt as if the figure was purposly not telling him something....but he couldn't put his finger on it.
He had made his decision, and he appproached the figure. My mind is made up, and my course is set. The figure took a few steps forward, saying Good! in response. The figure attempted to take his hand, but Damien did not budge. I do not believe what you said. You seemed almost hesitant to tell me extactly what the Gods had in store for me. Think of it, the nightmares, the entire fucking nation going straight the [b]Hell[b], dosen't that tell you something? The figure was taken back abit. Excuse me? Damien cut him off before he could finish. If my destiny was truely to die at the hands of a traitorous bitch, then there would be no reason for you to speak to me. But...you have, you've seemed eager to "guide me to the Light", to take my place in the spirit realm. You know what that tells me? It tells me you're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen if I turn away from you and choose my own path. You're afraid, admit it. The figure was speechless. Damien turned the opposite direction, and replied one final time. For better of worse, I stand alone.
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Damien's heart monitor stopped for the 4th time, and again the doctors rushed in. They hit him several times with the paddles and admistered adrenaline, but nothing could revive Damien. After 10 minutes of no activity, the great Automagfreek Warlord Damien, nicknamed Damien Dreadfire by his beloved Panteran brethren, was pronounced dead at 7:06 pm. Under full escort, his body was taken to Draegor-Langendorf Funeral Home where preperations were being made for his funeral.
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His eyes red and mouth quivering, Minister Hartman slowly made his way to the head of the podium, and began his speech.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the world. Today, we the people of Automagfreek have suffered a terrible loss, possibly the greatest in our history. Our leader Damien Dreadfire did not recover from his wounds. He died at exactly 7:06 pm today, and his funeral will be held in 2 days.
A loved and hated man, Damien did exactly what he said he would do, take his nation to heights that it never reached before. Well, for better or worse, he succeeded. He improved the state of our nation 3 fold, and although the road was rocky towards the end, he always had hope for the future, and he always did what he thought was best for his people. He loved his people more than anything, and I'm sure they'll miss him greatly.
Damien, wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace for all eternity. Goodbye friend.
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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-
G.D.O.D.A.D