Quere
15-09-2005, 03:45
Khur. A strong man. Willed and physical, as well as mental. A great leader for a Confederacy, a nation that conquers and yet repels civil war. A nation of terrorism with capatalist fools breeding inside the walled cities.
Khur walked out onto the stage, national cameras and thousands of eyes were fixed on him. He started with this: "Great peoples of Quere. We have conquered! We have fought! For that fool of a country Grush! Have they repaid us? No! They made us slaves, pets to their will! And then we he succeeded! They begged, yes, begged us to stay. Did we? NO! We defied them! And they said we'd fail. Have we? No!" A great cheer arouse. "I am Khur, son of Diut, and I say to you all, WE WILL RULE!" Another, louder, cheer happened. "I am your new leader, your new guide!" The third and final cheer, the loudest, almost deafened him. He left quielty under the cheers of the people. The international broadcast we beginning now.
Backstage, Khur talked with his advisors.
"...and we shall attack them! Hard and fierce!" shouted Khur. "While they are weak!"
"Never! We would be called cowards! Traitors!" shouted another.
"And? We are TERROIST. We do that kind of thing!" was Khur's highest superviosr, Dur, reposnse.
"Not at this age! We..." and the argument continued.
Khur walked out onto the stage, national cameras and thousands of eyes were fixed on him. He started with this: "Great peoples of Quere. We have conquered! We have fought! For that fool of a country Grush! Have they repaid us? No! They made us slaves, pets to their will! And then we he succeeded! They begged, yes, begged us to stay. Did we? NO! We defied them! And they said we'd fail. Have we? No!" A great cheer arouse. "I am Khur, son of Diut, and I say to you all, WE WILL RULE!" Another, louder, cheer happened. "I am your new leader, your new guide!" The third and final cheer, the loudest, almost deafened him. He left quielty under the cheers of the people. The international broadcast we beginning now.
Backstage, Khur talked with his advisors.
"...and we shall attack them! Hard and fierce!" shouted Khur. "While they are weak!"
"Never! We would be called cowards! Traitors!" shouted another.
"And? We are TERROIST. We do that kind of thing!" was Khur's highest superviosr, Dur, reposnse.
"Not at this age! We..." and the argument continued.