Holy panooly
10-08-2004, 15:17
OOC: Please people, writing RP's is fine but I don't care if someone scratches his ass or eats a bun. This is a satire on these kind of threads/posts.
Holy Panooly presidential palace, somewhere between 12PM and 12AM
Our glorious fuhrer laid in an awkward position on his bed. She wanted to have sex again. Sex - ungainly rumbling between the cloth - has always been hell. Ah well, time for breakfast. The Fuhrer looked out the window and felt his back. Why the hell is my wife obsessed with whips and leather? Then he noticed a penthouse lying around. The snatched it and threw it in the evidence destroyer, which was installed recently if the rebels would come here.
His wife stood up and immeadiately grabbed a cigarette. She barely managed to light it. Damn that women, the Fuhrer thought. All she does is lying on the bed and watching Opera. Why the hell am I married to that while I can get much better... Anyway, time for breakfast.
He hobbled down the stairs while scratching franticly beneath the belt. He sat down on a chair and commanded the cook to make something good to eat. He thought for a while and hold the thought:
It was morning in the godforsaken city of Panooly City, the nations capital. The Fuhrer sat at the table alone. He couldn't read the newspaper because the bulter must have fell asleep again. But soon he would be enjoying a wonderful Panoolian breakfast consisting of greasy bacon, way too salty eggs, some watery pancakes, orange juice filled with pulp, and a delectable Panoolian pastry that oozed with a strange unidentified filling.
He got exactly what he had in his mind. The cook was obviously too lazy to make something worthwhile. The Fuhrer carefully picked up his pastry and bit into it savoring the sour taste of rotten fruit. He picked up a newspaper of 3 days ago and started reading the same things over and over again. He ate everything on his plate in the most unpleasant manner. He stood up, knocked away a cup of coffee and staggered down the hall.
Holy Panooly presidential palace, same time as yesterday at that time
The Fuhrer sat on his chair and was signing endless lists of people who were a threat to the society. Then he got a phonecall. Oh it was his mistress, he was glad to hear her voice but she decided to end the relation. She found a younger boyfriend who doesn't have alzheimer in his pants. Great, another day ruined. Then he remembed that he had some important tests that day! Nuclear and chemical testings to show the world Holy Panooly is EXTREMELY MIGHTY. Oh yeah, 23.000 should will be killed to, to set an example.
Somewhere else in Holy Panooly, probably near a military installation although nobody can verify this.
'Damn! I need orders, today we are supposed to make nuclear and chemical tests to let the world know we mean business!'
'Yeah, and I have to kill 23.000 rebels. The deadline is tomorrow.'
The telephone rang.
'Hello? Yes'
The unknown man who just spoke to the person on the otherside hung up.
'Ok, let's start with the nuclear and chemical tests and kill the people'
'Sure thing.'
Holy Panooly presidential palace, somewhere between 12PM and 12AM
Our glorious fuhrer laid in an awkward position on his bed. She wanted to have sex again. Sex - ungainly rumbling between the cloth - has always been hell. Ah well, time for breakfast. The Fuhrer looked out the window and felt his back. Why the hell is my wife obsessed with whips and leather? Then he noticed a penthouse lying around. The snatched it and threw it in the evidence destroyer, which was installed recently if the rebels would come here.
His wife stood up and immeadiately grabbed a cigarette. She barely managed to light it. Damn that women, the Fuhrer thought. All she does is lying on the bed and watching Opera. Why the hell am I married to that while I can get much better... Anyway, time for breakfast.
He hobbled down the stairs while scratching franticly beneath the belt. He sat down on a chair and commanded the cook to make something good to eat. He thought for a while and hold the thought:
It was morning in the godforsaken city of Panooly City, the nations capital. The Fuhrer sat at the table alone. He couldn't read the newspaper because the bulter must have fell asleep again. But soon he would be enjoying a wonderful Panoolian breakfast consisting of greasy bacon, way too salty eggs, some watery pancakes, orange juice filled with pulp, and a delectable Panoolian pastry that oozed with a strange unidentified filling.
He got exactly what he had in his mind. The cook was obviously too lazy to make something worthwhile. The Fuhrer carefully picked up his pastry and bit into it savoring the sour taste of rotten fruit. He picked up a newspaper of 3 days ago and started reading the same things over and over again. He ate everything on his plate in the most unpleasant manner. He stood up, knocked away a cup of coffee and staggered down the hall.
Holy Panooly presidential palace, same time as yesterday at that time
The Fuhrer sat on his chair and was signing endless lists of people who were a threat to the society. Then he got a phonecall. Oh it was his mistress, he was glad to hear her voice but she decided to end the relation. She found a younger boyfriend who doesn't have alzheimer in his pants. Great, another day ruined. Then he remembed that he had some important tests that day! Nuclear and chemical testings to show the world Holy Panooly is EXTREMELY MIGHTY. Oh yeah, 23.000 should will be killed to, to set an example.
Somewhere else in Holy Panooly, probably near a military installation although nobody can verify this.
'Damn! I need orders, today we are supposed to make nuclear and chemical tests to let the world know we mean business!'
'Yeah, and I have to kill 23.000 rebels. The deadline is tomorrow.'
The telephone rang.
'Hello? Yes'
The unknown man who just spoke to the person on the otherside hung up.
'Ok, let's start with the nuclear and chemical tests and kill the people'
'Sure thing.'