NationStates Jolt Archive

Knock knock knock.

A Generic day in the Generic Household. Mr. and Mrs. Generic were bustling about doing their respective Generic chores, living their Generic lives, and going about pleasantly with their nonchalant Generic Sunday. A pass in the hall and the Mr. and Mrs. would exchange a wink, or a peck on the cheek, in perfect ignorant bliss, as the Mr. would head into the kitchen to prepare Sunday brunch, and the Mrs. into the dining room to set the table. All was perfectly pleasant today, in the Generic household. The knocking went unheard the first time, for the radio was playing the Beach Boys as they went about their household duties, but then came something that would surely disrupt the Generic day of the Generic household, and no longer would time progress every so Generically, if Mr. or Mrs. Generic progress at all.

Knock knock knock.

A curious Mrs. Generic would perk up from the stack of dishes she had placed on the table, and cock her head towards the door. With a smile set, she straightened her pearls and crossed into the living room.

"Honey, we have company!"

The perky Mr. Generic would stand from stooping by the oven where he had just placed his roast, and glance through to Mrs. Generic. A wink, and he straightened his tie and strode over to the Misses.

"Why I do believe we do! Let us answer the door?"

"Why yes, why don't we answer the door! Great idea."

And so the Generics walked arm in arm to the front door, unaware of what will now end their perfect, pleasant, day.

The Generics didn't get a chance to open the door, sadly. As the Misses reached for the doorknob, the door itself was wrenched away like tissue paper from the opposite side. White hot light flooded the air, obscuring everything in a white void. A megaphone blared from the outside.

"Jennifer Generic! Come out peacefully or be deat!"

Windows on either side of the door blew out in puffs, curtains tearing as glass daggers sheared to pieces. People determined only by their outlines in the blinding light came storming through the obliterated windows, at last six in total, and began ravaging the house as two of them came to press the nozzles of a firearm to the backs of the Generics.

"Move! Now! Outside! You have until two!"

The Generics though, stood oh so complacently. They looked to each other pleasantly, glanced about the now disheveled house, and managed a smile as they continued to stare out into the light. The Misses gave her husband a peck on the cheek, and took a step away.

"I'll be right back honey." Lean closer as she whispered. "I think they're solicitors!" A few steps towards the outside, and she was lost in the blinding light.

A mass of shouting insued as the intruders emptied from the Generic home, and roaring as unseen engines revved. Sparse moments of crashing and screeching, and snaps as the light disappeared. From outside only a rumble was heard as the last of whomever was outside left.

"I'm Leslie Hasmat reporting for Fodian North Federa news. Today yet another execution has taken place in the City of Gazelime, one that has the residents stirring. This afternoon the Military Police conducted a raid in a household registered under the name of Generic, Jennifer and Buy. Jennifer Generic, was abducted from her home by the Military Police, on the accusation of her..."

Shuffle of her papers.

"...Committing a fashion crime. Floral aprons obviously do not go well with a pinstriped blouse. Reportedly, she was dragged from her home with the use of much force, her resisting arrest causing the situation to grow dire. Threatened with their lives, the Military Police had no choice but to fire, and deat Miss Jennifer Generic on site. Her husband, found to be dellusional and exhibiting psychopathic behavior, was detained and brought to the Cooper Union Psyciatric Facility."

"Residents in the area are horrified that Miss Generic would think a Floral Apron matches a Pin Striped Blouse. To quote one man, "Think of the children!"