Nubidia
18-02-2004, 09:45
Local Warlord Abdul Mombasa had bided his time in the Malawi occupied horn of Africa region wisely.
With offers of power for other the warlords and brutal suppression of those that oppose their will, stands upon the steps of new golden age for himself and his lackeys. He address his people.
“Nubidians, the time to throw the yoke of Malawi oppression is now. I General Abdul Mombasa will lead our people to the promised lands, no foreign powers will keep my people from their destiny. We will win our independence or drown them in our blood!”
Much cheering and firing of guns occurs (if the cheering a result of someone firing a gun somewhere near you until you cheer, is a matter for debate).
“People of Malawi, remove yourself from my land or taste the righteous wraith of a land unjustly taken!”
With that, his troops move to seize the Capital Nubarda.
With offers of power for other the warlords and brutal suppression of those that oppose their will, stands upon the steps of new golden age for himself and his lackeys. He address his people.
“Nubidians, the time to throw the yoke of Malawi oppression is now. I General Abdul Mombasa will lead our people to the promised lands, no foreign powers will keep my people from their destiny. We will win our independence or drown them in our blood!”
Much cheering and firing of guns occurs (if the cheering a result of someone firing a gun somewhere near you until you cheer, is a matter for debate).
“People of Malawi, remove yourself from my land or taste the righteous wraith of a land unjustly taken!”
With that, his troops move to seize the Capital Nubarda.