25-12-2003, 09:24
OOC: Continued from: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=101693
11:59, Christmas Eve.
A relatively silent night in Ashland carried on with the sound of a few bah humbugians doing their business as usual. One actually had the nervous task of flying a billboard zeppelin dangling a giant banner that read "Merry Christmas, and happy holidays, from your friends at the MasterCola Corporation."
No one had really taken the threats seriously, except of course for the Anti-Terrorist forces. They hadn't found anything on this mad man in their weeks of search... and they never heard from him again since that threat was made.
Midnight struck, and the all-is-calm scenery of floating zeppelins and light air traffic turned quickly into an all-is-bright mess of thundrous explosions and flares of combusting gasses. Bombs around the city, right where they said they would be, went off simultaenously at midnight Raysian Mean Time. Nearly every billboard and bumper sticker that read "Merry Christmas" exploded with various forces of everything from C4 to TNT.
The man sitting on the control consol of his MasterCola Zeppelin didn't even have time to react as his balloons ignited with explosive force, and ripped the blimp apart at the seems, sending a large flaming banner to the ground.
Inside a shopping center in downtown, one of Santa's little helpers shouted out Merry Christmas at the top of her lungs, gaining everyone's attention, then pointed to the Santa Claus who had just finished taking a picture with a child. Santa stood up and gave out a merry hohoho as he depressed a button on his chair, igniting about hundred pounds of explosives in his fat suit.
The shopping center lit up and ripped apart with surprising force as Santa's detonation ignited other bombs in the building, crumbling it to its knees, and causing substantial damage to the structure of a massive sky scraper above.
Of course, as you might have guessed, the massive 130 story sky scraper had a rather large "Merry Christmas" lighting display spelled out with office lights... office lights that quickly turned to flaming fireballs as hundreds of bombs began to cascade up through the building.
One after anothers, floors blew apart, until the structure became so weak that it just collapsed onto itself, knocking out several large planes and zeppelins and hundreds of citizens on its way down. Clouds of debris and chunks of falling building carved serious gouges in the sides of nearby superstructures. The building finally landed straight on top of itself with enough force to take out the multiple layers of freeways and roads and small businesses below.
Thank God this was a holiday, and everyone was in the suburbs... they were safe from the carnage there... or where they?
Car bombs ripped through the streets... relatively minor ones though.
Those Griswalds on 12th street won't have to worry about paying their next electric bill from their taxing christmas lights... for they soon found their rooftop displays ablaze.
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This was only the beginning...
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Within minutes, groups of red and green piston-engine fighters came blazing through the city, having an air riot attacking anything they saw with green and red tracer bullets.
Police forces and bounty hunters and defense forces alike came in to clear up the skies, and take out the fighters, but by the time they got there, the fighters were gone.
All night the skies over Ashland were restricted to Emergency crews only, trying to rescue who and what they could.
In all the other cities, the Terror alerts had hit red level, and the military took complete control of the skies... not like there was much air commerce to do on Christmas day.
The absence of the MasterCola Complex, the building that fell, made Ashland feel like it was missing one of its two front teeth...
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rsig5.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=88120)
11:59, Christmas Eve.
A relatively silent night in Ashland carried on with the sound of a few bah humbugians doing their business as usual. One actually had the nervous task of flying a billboard zeppelin dangling a giant banner that read "Merry Christmas, and happy holidays, from your friends at the MasterCola Corporation."
No one had really taken the threats seriously, except of course for the Anti-Terrorist forces. They hadn't found anything on this mad man in their weeks of search... and they never heard from him again since that threat was made.
Midnight struck, and the all-is-calm scenery of floating zeppelins and light air traffic turned quickly into an all-is-bright mess of thundrous explosions and flares of combusting gasses. Bombs around the city, right where they said they would be, went off simultaenously at midnight Raysian Mean Time. Nearly every billboard and bumper sticker that read "Merry Christmas" exploded with various forces of everything from C4 to TNT.
The man sitting on the control consol of his MasterCola Zeppelin didn't even have time to react as his balloons ignited with explosive force, and ripped the blimp apart at the seems, sending a large flaming banner to the ground.
Inside a shopping center in downtown, one of Santa's little helpers shouted out Merry Christmas at the top of her lungs, gaining everyone's attention, then pointed to the Santa Claus who had just finished taking a picture with a child. Santa stood up and gave out a merry hohoho as he depressed a button on his chair, igniting about hundred pounds of explosives in his fat suit.
The shopping center lit up and ripped apart with surprising force as Santa's detonation ignited other bombs in the building, crumbling it to its knees, and causing substantial damage to the structure of a massive sky scraper above.
Of course, as you might have guessed, the massive 130 story sky scraper had a rather large "Merry Christmas" lighting display spelled out with office lights... office lights that quickly turned to flaming fireballs as hundreds of bombs began to cascade up through the building.
One after anothers, floors blew apart, until the structure became so weak that it just collapsed onto itself, knocking out several large planes and zeppelins and hundreds of citizens on its way down. Clouds of debris and chunks of falling building carved serious gouges in the sides of nearby superstructures. The building finally landed straight on top of itself with enough force to take out the multiple layers of freeways and roads and small businesses below.
Thank God this was a holiday, and everyone was in the suburbs... they were safe from the carnage there... or where they?
Car bombs ripped through the streets... relatively minor ones though.
Those Griswalds on 12th street won't have to worry about paying their next electric bill from their taxing christmas lights... for they soon found their rooftop displays ablaze.
--------
This was only the beginning...
--------
Within minutes, groups of red and green piston-engine fighters came blazing through the city, having an air riot attacking anything they saw with green and red tracer bullets.
Police forces and bounty hunters and defense forces alike came in to clear up the skies, and take out the fighters, but by the time they got there, the fighters were gone.
All night the skies over Ashland were restricted to Emergency crews only, trying to rescue who and what they could.
In all the other cities, the Terror alerts had hit red level, and the military took complete control of the skies... not like there was much air commerce to do on Christmas day.
The absence of the MasterCola Complex, the building that fell, made Ashland feel like it was missing one of its two front teeth...
http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rsig5.jpg (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=88120)