Clove Smoke Catharsis
12-06-2004, 07:16
The bullets from the .50 caliber machine gun rocketed against the wall behind the group of valiant men and women, after passing through their now limp bodies, as due course demands. One of them, lying in a hot, steaming pool of blood coughed up a spatter of crimson, uttering the last words for the continuation of the spirit of the nation. One of the passing soldiers heard the ever more fateful words, 'God called in sick for us, but tommorrow is a new day, one that demands his voice. The nation demands his soul in it...' Thankfully the words would not be lost upon that man. He took them into action a fateful 10 years later, when he became president of the house of Cloves, the most important house in the nation.
6:35 AM, exactly 10 years after that fateful 17th of May where 2 dozen political prisoners were cut down in their prime, ready to redeem a nation, the same man stood before millions. That one man who had heard the message had now transformed it into the most succesful political and spirutual platform the nation had ever seen. He would promise a reign under the wing of both Gods and Men, rather than one under a singular man, whom could call in sick and let all down, or a singular god, whom could also call in sick and let all the population down. This was going to be a time of celebration and hope for the nation so recently torn from its mother, so recently made anew as the musical haven it is.
'My people, we are now entering the new age of Hope and Rejoice!' he exclaimed for all to hear, open hearted and full of joy for the moment, not a single spot of spite in him. Now he hoped that the nation could share in the dream, and hoped that both the gods and humanity would not fail the nation simoultaneously. This was a point of joy, and he wiped such fears from his mind and started the lighthearted ceremonies leading up to a new Ceremonial Ball that would be held anually in the Grand Hall of Musical Rejoice, newly constructed, full of noise amplifying construction technology and gold gilded pillars, wonderfully grand theatres devoted to bands or whole orchestras, depending on the taste of the leader or the general commonfolk, all whom would be invited.
'Today, my dear friends, we kick off the celebrations that remember our creation, our foundering early years, and now our maturing into a stable platform for all lovers of music and the art of music which has so inspired and given soul to this nation. Let us rejoice, and prepare for the Grand Ball in a mere 4 days, with many international leaders comming to enjoy the good life and the grand themes of our modern musical world, one which celebrates Vivaldi and Bands like AFI all alike, side by side. Let us give our hearts to these celebrations, give our hearts to the national heart, one that beats to the tune of joy in all music, no matter how dreary. Give us all the joy of the moment, and enjoy the moment for four days!'
Official Invite sent to all national leaders whom are encouraged to take part in all the celebration and the grande finalli of our Ceremonial Ball:
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To all of our esteemed national colleagues, leaders of our great behemoths called modern nations, we would like to entreat you in four days of musical festival and enjoyment. Join us all to celebrate life and its rythem, and come to enjoy our offerings of joy, food, music, and drink, all in the name of a more joyous, fruitful, and happy tomorrow! Come to see the sights and lights, but most importantly come here for enjoying the moment, and letting the moment enjoy you for all four days of celebration!
~With my sincerest of thanks,
Alexei Johansen.[/code:1:d8bd8acb58]
6:35 AM, exactly 10 years after that fateful 17th of May where 2 dozen political prisoners were cut down in their prime, ready to redeem a nation, the same man stood before millions. That one man who had heard the message had now transformed it into the most succesful political and spirutual platform the nation had ever seen. He would promise a reign under the wing of both Gods and Men, rather than one under a singular man, whom could call in sick and let all down, or a singular god, whom could also call in sick and let all the population down. This was going to be a time of celebration and hope for the nation so recently torn from its mother, so recently made anew as the musical haven it is.
'My people, we are now entering the new age of Hope and Rejoice!' he exclaimed for all to hear, open hearted and full of joy for the moment, not a single spot of spite in him. Now he hoped that the nation could share in the dream, and hoped that both the gods and humanity would not fail the nation simoultaneously. This was a point of joy, and he wiped such fears from his mind and started the lighthearted ceremonies leading up to a new Ceremonial Ball that would be held anually in the Grand Hall of Musical Rejoice, newly constructed, full of noise amplifying construction technology and gold gilded pillars, wonderfully grand theatres devoted to bands or whole orchestras, depending on the taste of the leader or the general commonfolk, all whom would be invited.
'Today, my dear friends, we kick off the celebrations that remember our creation, our foundering early years, and now our maturing into a stable platform for all lovers of music and the art of music which has so inspired and given soul to this nation. Let us rejoice, and prepare for the Grand Ball in a mere 4 days, with many international leaders comming to enjoy the good life and the grand themes of our modern musical world, one which celebrates Vivaldi and Bands like AFI all alike, side by side. Let us give our hearts to these celebrations, give our hearts to the national heart, one that beats to the tune of joy in all music, no matter how dreary. Give us all the joy of the moment, and enjoy the moment for four days!'
Official Invite sent to all national leaders whom are encouraged to take part in all the celebration and the grande finalli of our Ceremonial Ball:
[code:1:d8bd8acb58]
To all of our esteemed national colleagues, leaders of our great behemoths called modern nations, we would like to entreat you in four days of musical festival and enjoyment. Join us all to celebrate life and its rythem, and come to enjoy our offerings of joy, food, music, and drink, all in the name of a more joyous, fruitful, and happy tomorrow! Come to see the sights and lights, but most importantly come here for enjoying the moment, and letting the moment enjoy you for all four days of celebration!
~With my sincerest of thanks,
Alexei Johansen.[/code:1:d8bd8acb58]