25-01-2004, 10:36
Gone.
All gone.
What was once known as the region of the Axis Of Proletarian evil is now a full stop on an article of a left wing news paper that no one will ever read. Albion Soviets, the Union Delegate vanished without a trace. No more would the phrase, 'I like pickles' be ever uttered in the Nation States General Forum.
Gone.
Within the blackness a faint voice was heard...
"Comrades?"
"Comrade Punkachu?"
"I'm here".
"Where are we?"
"We are nowhere. We are dead."
"But we can talk"
"....we may not actually be dead then. Hold on, I have some matches."
The soft scraping of matches could be heard. They seemed to beat a steady rythym for hours on end until at last, the final strike was met with a spark. Then light. Then at last all could be seen.
The darkness gave way to a room, which was otherwise empty but for the figure opposite the match holder. It was Premier Punkachu, once the elected leader of the Soviet Of Albion. He spoke as if for the first time, struggling to master his mouth. The voice was rasping at first, as though choked by smoke.
*Cough* "Kozure? Where the hell are we?"
"Well, we're not dead so this can't be the end. Therefore it must be the beginning".
"What?"
"I dunno, I'm not actually writing this rubbish. This is just an excuse for an ex player to announce that he is back to a bunch of other players who neither remember nor care that he left or that he has returned. Bear with it, it'll be over soon".
"Oh right. Okay, pass me the script...
...*ahem...
"....The beginning you say. There is much to do. We must find our comrades and inform them: The Albion Of Soviet Has Returned!"
And with that, the Soviet Of Albion Returned.
All gone.
What was once known as the region of the Axis Of Proletarian evil is now a full stop on an article of a left wing news paper that no one will ever read. Albion Soviets, the Union Delegate vanished without a trace. No more would the phrase, 'I like pickles' be ever uttered in the Nation States General Forum.
Gone.
Within the blackness a faint voice was heard...
"Comrades?"
"Comrade Punkachu?"
"I'm here".
"Where are we?"
"We are nowhere. We are dead."
"But we can talk"
"....we may not actually be dead then. Hold on, I have some matches."
The soft scraping of matches could be heard. They seemed to beat a steady rythym for hours on end until at last, the final strike was met with a spark. Then light. Then at last all could be seen.
The darkness gave way to a room, which was otherwise empty but for the figure opposite the match holder. It was Premier Punkachu, once the elected leader of the Soviet Of Albion. He spoke as if for the first time, struggling to master his mouth. The voice was rasping at first, as though choked by smoke.
*Cough* "Kozure? Where the hell are we?"
"Well, we're not dead so this can't be the end. Therefore it must be the beginning".
"What?"
"I dunno, I'm not actually writing this rubbish. This is just an excuse for an ex player to announce that he is back to a bunch of other players who neither remember nor care that he left or that he has returned. Bear with it, it'll be over soon".
"Oh right. Okay, pass me the script...
...*ahem...
"....The beginning you say. There is much to do. We must find our comrades and inform them: The Albion Of Soviet Has Returned!"
And with that, the Soviet Of Albion Returned.