Judge Manifesto
04-04-2005, 04:35
Random Streets and Dark Alleyways
Liberty City, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto
Running down the street, one man of many fled as fast as his legs could possibly carry him, away from the Confederate Police Forces. If caught, they would find him guilty of such innocent crimes, and yet the penalty would be so harsh. Life was most certainly difficult in such a state as this, more-so for those operating in the Black Market, and the criminal underworld. And underneath his arm he carried exactly what he had stolen. It was a prototype, created by the Confederate Manufactures. A weapon of sorts, one they had not tested under a series of conditions. And as such, it was dangerous, especially if it's results were to be adverse, its effects damaging the uncontrolled environment. And although still this world was controlled to an extent, it would be possibly destroyed, at least damaged if this man was successful, as to test the weapon without relevant safety.
Still, he didnt realise there were a smaller band of police forces just around the corner, lying in wait for his approach. There they would take him down, arrest him, and no longer would he have the privilage of citizenship. Only few had such privilage, and those gone astray would never be seen again. This man, was no different than any other rogue. His fate was already sealed. Nothing but a test subject for such Manufacturing Corporate Giants now, he didnt even have the right to know or understand why his life gone astray was such a waste.
The weapon he had stolen, it didnt work afterall.
Cental Command
Liberty City, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto
Judge Manifesto could at least celebrate the capture of another rogue. There were many now, many scientists of whom had either lost their minds, or had understood the greater underworld of his regime. And such a tyrant he was, rather dressed well and appearing so polite. He respected the people on his level, but anyone below him he treated as he desire. In the eye of the world, he was a strong leader, yet fair and filled with the heart of Justice. And yet he was in reality also; the Judge was filled with such a spirit of promoting the rule of law, and yet nobody could call him God's Eyes, as fair. As pronounced Judge over this fair nation, the Confederacy was now a state of perpetual fear. Those who did not break this nation's many laws were allowed to earn their right as citizen. And those who did not, well, they met the same fate as the rogue he had just captured.
In the meantime, such rogues were kept under the control of his watchful forces, for now. Manifesto was so much more interested in building this fair nation. For it had already grown so much since its official birth, it was now at least time to consider making a step of progression. Like his economy, it was essential for this man to be stepping forward through time, rather than turning to stagnent waters. Anyhow, he had already been given a name. Zepplin Manufactures, would be ones of whom he could contact. Surley, an email would be sent to their sales division, being unsure of exactly what they had to offer.
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TO: Sales Division, Zepplin Manufactures
FROM: Judge Manifesto, the Confederacy of;
SUBJECT: [None]
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Having your name passed onto myself by one of my top advisors, I have been told that you and your divisions have quite the array of options, for one attempting to form a respectable fleet, at least. However I cannot vouch for knowledge of your catalogues, and I would much rather discuss such matters with someone in person. Perhaps you might be interested in sending a representative to the Confederacy, so I may sit down and discuss my options.
Please keep in mind though, I have a stricter budget, and I will be requiring a smaller fleet of military grade, and a smaller fleet of civillian grade also, to act as a personal transport for myself and my senior advisors. Thankyou, and I appreciate any efforts.
Hands of Battle,
Judge Manifesto
Central Command, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto
Liberty City, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto
Running down the street, one man of many fled as fast as his legs could possibly carry him, away from the Confederate Police Forces. If caught, they would find him guilty of such innocent crimes, and yet the penalty would be so harsh. Life was most certainly difficult in such a state as this, more-so for those operating in the Black Market, and the criminal underworld. And underneath his arm he carried exactly what he had stolen. It was a prototype, created by the Confederate Manufactures. A weapon of sorts, one they had not tested under a series of conditions. And as such, it was dangerous, especially if it's results were to be adverse, its effects damaging the uncontrolled environment. And although still this world was controlled to an extent, it would be possibly destroyed, at least damaged if this man was successful, as to test the weapon without relevant safety.
Still, he didnt realise there were a smaller band of police forces just around the corner, lying in wait for his approach. There they would take him down, arrest him, and no longer would he have the privilage of citizenship. Only few had such privilage, and those gone astray would never be seen again. This man, was no different than any other rogue. His fate was already sealed. Nothing but a test subject for such Manufacturing Corporate Giants now, he didnt even have the right to know or understand why his life gone astray was such a waste.
The weapon he had stolen, it didnt work afterall.
Cental Command
Liberty City, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto
Judge Manifesto could at least celebrate the capture of another rogue. There were many now, many scientists of whom had either lost their minds, or had understood the greater underworld of his regime. And such a tyrant he was, rather dressed well and appearing so polite. He respected the people on his level, but anyone below him he treated as he desire. In the eye of the world, he was a strong leader, yet fair and filled with the heart of Justice. And yet he was in reality also; the Judge was filled with such a spirit of promoting the rule of law, and yet nobody could call him God's Eyes, as fair. As pronounced Judge over this fair nation, the Confederacy was now a state of perpetual fear. Those who did not break this nation's many laws were allowed to earn their right as citizen. And those who did not, well, they met the same fate as the rogue he had just captured.
In the meantime, such rogues were kept under the control of his watchful forces, for now. Manifesto was so much more interested in building this fair nation. For it had already grown so much since its official birth, it was now at least time to consider making a step of progression. Like his economy, it was essential for this man to be stepping forward through time, rather than turning to stagnent waters. Anyhow, he had already been given a name. Zepplin Manufactures, would be ones of whom he could contact. Surley, an email would be sent to their sales division, being unsure of exactly what they had to offer.
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TO: Sales Division, Zepplin Manufactures
FROM: Judge Manifesto, the Confederacy of;
SUBJECT: [None]
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Having your name passed onto myself by one of my top advisors, I have been told that you and your divisions have quite the array of options, for one attempting to form a respectable fleet, at least. However I cannot vouch for knowledge of your catalogues, and I would much rather discuss such matters with someone in person. Perhaps you might be interested in sending a representative to the Confederacy, so I may sit down and discuss my options.
Please keep in mind though, I have a stricter budget, and I will be requiring a smaller fleet of military grade, and a smaller fleet of civillian grade also, to act as a personal transport for myself and my senior advisors. Thankyou, and I appreciate any efforts.
Hands of Battle,
Judge Manifesto
Central Command, the Confederacy of Judge Manifesto