Isles of Wohlstand
20-08-2004, 23:59
9:00 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
"Hey dude...down the street, there is one of those furry clubs, how about we go cause some ruckus" speaks one adolescent, his name being Christopher.
"Sounds good to me, besides, I hate those....things....anyways" says the adolescent, name Joseph next to him.
The two teenagers, roughly 18 years old, roommates, walk down the dark wet street to the club. The bass can be felt pulsating from the club as they walk nearer and nearer. The bouncer at the club entrance removes his shades and gently polishes them with a corner of his button up shirt, then puts them back on. Joseph and Christopher walk upto the bouncer.
"Could we get inside?" speaks Christopher, his voice filled with nervousness
"Sure...but I don't know if they'll like you in there..." speaks the bouncer
The pair of roommates walk into the bar area, smoke filling the area. A bartender, clad in a yellow duck suit eyes them with suspicion as they walk past straight into the main club area.
"Dude, I think we should leave, that dude over there, the bartender, is looking real hostile at us..." speaks Joseph advisingly
"Nah...lets keep going and looking around, to see how messed up this stuff is...heh" Christopher laughs a bit and walks forward; Joseph walking behind slowly
The bass from the blaring techno music thumps through the building, almost deafening as they move on in more. One of the people at the club, dressed in a blue bunny uniform yells at them "Hey, what are you doing here?! You don't belong here!"
The blue rabbits partner, a lion, speaks out "Yea, get out!"
"How about you shut up?" yells back Christopher
The blue rabbit immediately shifts his body towards Christopher and lunges at him, taking Christopher to the ground. Joseph grabs the rabbit clad man and pulls him off Christopher, punching him across the face with a hard blow. The rabbit's partner suddenly leaps in and fights Joseph, the pairs dueling it out.
Soon enough there is a crowd of people gathered around the two non-furries, which now scream for help. A security officer comes in, not clad in an animal suit, walks in and attempts to break it up, however, the mass crowd takes him in and wildy begins to beat on him. Other security guards also jump in, but are also soon overwhelmed by the growing crowd fighting people. One security officer grabs his radio and switches to the police channel.
"We need back-up, at the Fur Fluff Lounge. Security officers down, I repeat, security officers down, as well as two civilians!"
9:15 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Four blocks away, the call is recieved, and 5 police cars dispatched. They arrive at the scene and rush into the club, pistols drawn. The leader of the dispatch team stands on the steps to the dance floor and shoots off a warning round, and yells out, through a megaphone
"STOP FIGHTING, NOW!"
One person, wearing an alligator suit leaps at the officer, as well as a whole part of the mob branching off and rushing at the officers, being intoxicated as is. Shots are heard outside as one recruit, Jonathan calls in for more support.
9:30 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
A helicopter soars through the air, the Isles of Wohlstand flag painted on it just recently. A group of Red Berets sit on the edge of the exit doors of the helicopter. Squad commander, Gregor Sventkov speaks
"What we have here is a class 1 riot. This stuff is dangerous to normal cops, but not us. We are hear to make it stop, and thats all that matters. Hessinger has given us authority to use any means necessary, and since it is a group of those furries, I say we take it hostile. They already downed a group of officers, except one, who got us sent here. Main point is, don't be stupid, just do the job, and get it done. Lock and load!"
The Red Berets let out their battlecry as the helo lands on the roof. The Red Berets jump down from the ledges and get into formation. They swiftly move to the door, as Gregor kicks down the door. The bass shakes them as they move faster down the stairs towards the main dance floor, screaming and yelling can be heard from the officers as well as the roommates, who are already in critical condition.
9:45 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Gregor and his team line themselves up at the door to the dance floor. Almed, demolitions expert attaches a breaching charge onto the door.
"CLEAR THE DOOR!" he yells, the C4 going off and blasting the door into the main dance floor.
As Gregor and their team enter the area, they set up in a line and aim down the dance floor.
"OPEN FIRE!!!" screams Gregor, commanding.
Gunshots can be heard outside the club as the techno music blares. People scream and rush for cover, but it does not protect them from the AP bullets which rain death upon the dance floor. As the people scatter, the wounded are exposed, lying on the floors, bruised and beaten or bleeding. A bullet slams into the DJs station an the music stops. Bodies are strewn about the dance floor, none of which move. There is now nothing left but people screaming in agony and reaching for help. This is soon silenced as the squads move about and put a bullet in their forehead. All except the officers, the roommates, and the security guards are now dead. Gregor calls up the Red Beret command and says 'Mission Accomplished'.
10:00 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Ambulances arrive at the scene and drag out the dead in body bags. The officers, roomates, and security officers are immediately rushed to a near-by hospital. The press also arrive at the scene as the Red Berets depart in their helicopter, eased and laughing a bit.
Next Morning
Newspaper headline reads: 'Riot engulfs civilians and takes down officers violently. Red Berets save the day'
"Hey dude...down the street, there is one of those furry clubs, how about we go cause some ruckus" speaks one adolescent, his name being Christopher.
"Sounds good to me, besides, I hate those....things....anyways" says the adolescent, name Joseph next to him.
The two teenagers, roughly 18 years old, roommates, walk down the dark wet street to the club. The bass can be felt pulsating from the club as they walk nearer and nearer. The bouncer at the club entrance removes his shades and gently polishes them with a corner of his button up shirt, then puts them back on. Joseph and Christopher walk upto the bouncer.
"Could we get inside?" speaks Christopher, his voice filled with nervousness
"Sure...but I don't know if they'll like you in there..." speaks the bouncer
The pair of roommates walk into the bar area, smoke filling the area. A bartender, clad in a yellow duck suit eyes them with suspicion as they walk past straight into the main club area.
"Dude, I think we should leave, that dude over there, the bartender, is looking real hostile at us..." speaks Joseph advisingly
"Nah...lets keep going and looking around, to see how messed up this stuff is...heh" Christopher laughs a bit and walks forward; Joseph walking behind slowly
The bass from the blaring techno music thumps through the building, almost deafening as they move on in more. One of the people at the club, dressed in a blue bunny uniform yells at them "Hey, what are you doing here?! You don't belong here!"
The blue rabbits partner, a lion, speaks out "Yea, get out!"
"How about you shut up?" yells back Christopher
The blue rabbit immediately shifts his body towards Christopher and lunges at him, taking Christopher to the ground. Joseph grabs the rabbit clad man and pulls him off Christopher, punching him across the face with a hard blow. The rabbit's partner suddenly leaps in and fights Joseph, the pairs dueling it out.
Soon enough there is a crowd of people gathered around the two non-furries, which now scream for help. A security officer comes in, not clad in an animal suit, walks in and attempts to break it up, however, the mass crowd takes him in and wildy begins to beat on him. Other security guards also jump in, but are also soon overwhelmed by the growing crowd fighting people. One security officer grabs his radio and switches to the police channel.
"We need back-up, at the Fur Fluff Lounge. Security officers down, I repeat, security officers down, as well as two civilians!"
9:15 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Four blocks away, the call is recieved, and 5 police cars dispatched. They arrive at the scene and rush into the club, pistols drawn. The leader of the dispatch team stands on the steps to the dance floor and shoots off a warning round, and yells out, through a megaphone
"STOP FIGHTING, NOW!"
One person, wearing an alligator suit leaps at the officer, as well as a whole part of the mob branching off and rushing at the officers, being intoxicated as is. Shots are heard outside as one recruit, Jonathan calls in for more support.
9:30 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
A helicopter soars through the air, the Isles of Wohlstand flag painted on it just recently. A group of Red Berets sit on the edge of the exit doors of the helicopter. Squad commander, Gregor Sventkov speaks
"What we have here is a class 1 riot. This stuff is dangerous to normal cops, but not us. We are hear to make it stop, and thats all that matters. Hessinger has given us authority to use any means necessary, and since it is a group of those furries, I say we take it hostile. They already downed a group of officers, except one, who got us sent here. Main point is, don't be stupid, just do the job, and get it done. Lock and load!"
The Red Berets let out their battlecry as the helo lands on the roof. The Red Berets jump down from the ledges and get into formation. They swiftly move to the door, as Gregor kicks down the door. The bass shakes them as they move faster down the stairs towards the main dance floor, screaming and yelling can be heard from the officers as well as the roommates, who are already in critical condition.
9:45 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Gregor and his team line themselves up at the door to the dance floor. Almed, demolitions expert attaches a breaching charge onto the door.
"CLEAR THE DOOR!" he yells, the C4 going off and blasting the door into the main dance floor.
As Gregor and their team enter the area, they set up in a line and aim down the dance floor.
"OPEN FIRE!!!" screams Gregor, commanding.
Gunshots can be heard outside the club as the techno music blares. People scream and rush for cover, but it does not protect them from the AP bullets which rain death upon the dance floor. As the people scatter, the wounded are exposed, lying on the floors, bruised and beaten or bleeding. A bullet slams into the DJs station an the music stops. Bodies are strewn about the dance floor, none of which move. There is now nothing left but people screaming in agony and reaching for help. This is soon silenced as the squads move about and put a bullet in their forehead. All except the officers, the roommates, and the security guards are now dead. Gregor calls up the Red Beret command and says 'Mission Accomplished'.
10:00 PM, New Stalingrad, Downtown
Ambulances arrive at the scene and drag out the dead in body bags. The officers, roomates, and security officers are immediately rushed to a near-by hospital. The press also arrive at the scene as the Red Berets depart in their helicopter, eased and laughing a bit.
Next Morning
Newspaper headline reads: 'Riot engulfs civilians and takes down officers violently. Red Berets save the day'