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The Rogue Nation of Stained Machete

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"I like these calm little moments before the storm. It reminds me of Beethoven. Can you hear it? It's like when you put your head to the grass and you can hear the growin' and you can hear the insects. Do you like Beethoven?"


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Directory
Page 1: The beginning [ All about the founding of the nation. ]
Page 2: Government style [ The leading style of this nation. ]
Page 3: The God: Golod [ Worshiping the almighty Blind Rabbit ]
Page 4: The leaders of this nation [ Those who are in charge of the nation ]
Page 5: Military service [ All about compulsory military service ]
Page 6: Military Personel [ Soldiers and their duty ]
Page 7: Military weapons [ The weaponry of the Military Personel ]
Page 8: Hitmen training programs [ Training of the elusive and deadly Machete Assassins ]
Page 9: Blind Rabbit Terrorist Organization [ BRTO: the freedom fighters of the Rogue Nation of Stained Machete ]
Page 10: Final words from the Machetes

The Beginning

"So tell me, Pavel, what exactly happend that day?" Asked chancellor Iren. "How exactly was it that the three sons came together?"

"Just a milk, thank you," said Pavel, giving the waitress a kind smile. "It's a rather long story."

"I have all the time in the world," smiled the chancellor.

"That we do," replaid Pavel, giving a smile. "Three hitman walk into a hotel, armed to the teeth."

"I don't believe I've heard this joke." laughed the chancellor.

"The joke gets better. they were not of the same organization. They calmly walked through the lobby, each as suspicious of the other as the next. All three entered the elevator together. All reached for the same button. Which, coincidently enough was pressed by an elderly woman."

The waitress came over and placed the milk on the table with a smile.

"Thank you. As I was saying, they rode up the elevator of this one hundred and thirty or so story hotel, looking at one, who was looking at the other, who was checking the old lady for weapons with his eyes. She was probably thinking of a much better time."

Pavel took a sip.

"This is where we meet the three hero's of this tale. The first hitman was rather young, in his late twenties. He was wearing an armani vest with a highly expensive black jacket over the top, a red tie was neatly tucked in. He was a professional. He green eyes darted around the elevator, timed of course to avoid eye contact. His short, neat hair did not make a move the entire elevator ride. The professoinal hitman gazed to his left, to the hitman behind the old lady.

The hitman behind the old lady was not a hitman, but rather a hitwoman. A beautiful asian assassin with yellowish blonde hair which was freely down to her shoulders and then tied in a pony tail. She was wearing a red top with a white trenchcoat over her. Her high-heel combat boots were tapping on the elevator. This drew the attention of the third hitman who had just stopped frisking the old lady with his glasses.

The man with this clear, circular glasses stood there with no facial expression what so ever. He was quite probably the eldest of the three. Perhaps mid-fifties. He looked more elegant than the others. More sophisticated. More class and taste. He wore a black suit, like something you would attend a funeral with. His cold-blue eyes did not even look at the other assassins. He stood as calm as the night."

"The three sons?" Asked the chancellor with a curious grin.

"Indeed," said Pavel after taking another sip. "Vincent Real. Sinya Xu, and of course Judas."

The chancellor leaned in closer.

"Vincent, the youngest of the three, came out of the elevator first, on the 100th floor. Sinya, after getting some stares from the men entering the elevator, left at the 103rd floor. Judas, well, nobody is really sure where he got off."

The chancellor snickered.

"So on all seperate floors they walked. Through every security check the hotel had to offer. Undetected. It was like flys flying through a hoop. They were all professionals, the best in the feild. However none of them asked the simple question of 'why?'. It's not in the nature of a contract killer to go into specifics, which I'm quite certain has been changed after this."

Both the chancellor and Pavel laughed. The waitress walked past and put down two steaks. They both thanked her.

"So there they were," continued Pavel. "Undetected and walking towards the same goal on different floors. I'll bet you know the answer to this little riddle."

The chancellor smiled and said, "Perhaps the mark wasn't in the building. But a clear shot of the mark was visible from that hotel alone?"

"Right you are old friend," smiled Pavel. "They all walked to the far east corner of the hotel, the residencial section. Every end hallway has a very nice wide window, tourists love it. Here's another riddle, what can you expect after three lights going off in three hallways of a one hundred and fifty story hotel?"

"And what's that?"

"A job gone wrong," smirked Pavel. "That job was called the Robin Hood. Three bullets were fired, one from each assassin. Each bullet hit the exact same spot. By the final bullet it looked liked a rod had been impaled into the marks head. Nobody really would have noticed this if it had been someone important. Needless to say the mark was a very unpopular man. But as I said, the unimportant are the ones that really matter. The mark was working as a snitch, a double-agent for the local police, and due to his actions, there were many.. how can I put this.. misunderstandings in local mafia rings. Judges were issueing the appocolypse and lawyers were riding horses."

The chancellor, having had a mouthfull, nearly choked with laughter.

"Statistically the odds of three hitmen in the same building, shooting the same target, in the same spot, and being totally unaware of one another is completely mind boggling. But as we both know that nothing happens without a reason," Pavel took a sip, "The old woman was out the door. She was gone before the shots came and, believe it or not, she was mighty happy the snitch was gone. That old lady, the one nobody knew about, the button-happy elevator junkie was gone with a smirk -"

"This is what I don't understand," said the chancellor, suddenly more serious. "Why was the woman so happy about the death?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Smiled Pavel. "Let's go back for a moment, shall we. Judas was the only one suspicious of the old woman, he was the only one that was checking her for weapons. After the other two got off they continued to ride. The elevator was full of business men now, up until the second last floor where both the old woman and Judas got off. The old woman continued down the hallway, doing every security check, which, in itself, takes around twenty minutes. Judas, was perhaps the most experienced of the three hitmen in the elevators, he could smell a trap a mile off. He got back into the elevator and went straight down. He walked out of the hotel and guess where he went next..."

The chancellor had a look of comprehension, smiled and said, "Across the street..."

"Right you are," replied Pavel. "Across the street and into the HBI, the Hybrid Bureau of Investigation. Apparently someone had called a hit on one of their agents, nobody knew who. So, believe it or not, when Judas got the call about the hit, the HBI was right there to have him snitch out the name of the employer and the mark. He didn't expect it to be himself. Appearances can be misleading, doubly so in the case of the Old Lady. One of the largest Assassin Agencies in the world was the Stained Machete's. None of the workers for the organization knew of each other, to best hide the possible snitch. And as it so happened, the Old Lady is the founder of the Agency, and like most assassins, she never leaves anything to chance."

The chancellor laughed so hard, causing so much noise it sounded like he was dying. A few people in nearby seats turned around. "So the other two were of her agency?" Said the Chouncellor, still laughing at the thought.

Pavel smirked and said, "You can't leave things to chance, chancellor. Eventually the organization was split up. Crime in the city was at an all time low and nobody needed the services any more. So the Old lady though, what the hell, let's extend our clientel."

"So what did she do," asked the chancellor, about to take another bite.

"She came to this nation and thought it would be wise to run for leader." Pavel took a drink of milk.

"And how was she planning on doing that?" Asked the chancellor, who was about to take another bite."

"Simple," said Pavel, lowering his empty cup. "Take out the current government."

The chancellor looked around.

"Never leave anything to chance," smiled Pavel. And the entire diner lit up. The waitress walked by. "Anything else," she asked. "No thank you Sinya," smiled Pavel. "But could you send a message to -" Pavel knocked the chancellors head off the table, "-The Old Lady, and tell her that all she needs to do is sign her name."


And so the Stained Machete was founded. The new assassin/terrorist nation was founded. A business in it's own. The cleaners are open for business.

Governemnt Style

"You don't like Beethoven. You don't know what you're missing. Overtures like that get my... juices flowing. So powerful. But after his openings, to be honest, he does tend to get a little ... boring. That's why I stopped!"


Whenever business is low, there is no profit, and without profit there is no income. And without income there is no money, and without that ... people dont stop to find out. The Old Lady was a business woman. In her day, a skilled assassin. What happens in business is that there are company takeovers. More often than not, they are hostile. And usually through deceit, planning and stepping over bodies to get there.

More often than not, to take over a business you must have connections, especially with those you are planning to take over. Start at the bottom and work your way up. Chansellors would be somewhere near the bottom. However if the people above you seam to fall out you gain ranks rather quickly. And this is what the Old Lady did. She became a Chansellor and slowly wiped out more and more people. Including friends, but that is business.

Pavel was her prized pupil, even though they had never met. Pavel had done many jobs, especially for the nation they were preparing to take over. Pavel had many connections with the government officials, including the late Iren. Friends meant nothing, it was all business. Sometimes peoples curiosity is what gets them to turn up. Men can never turn down free coffee and a story about guns. So that's what Pavel did.

There had been few times when assassins got together, and that was for such events. These events included hostile takeovers. Insuring that the most important marks be killed off.

So one by one the Old Lady's power grew. Eventually she met with the current leader. He will be missed.

Replacements began to fill for all those who had unfortunate accidents. Eventually the Government decided upon the police of Mom Knows Best. Voting was made illegal and the entire country became one giant company. An Agency known as the Stained Machete.

When assassins get to old they retire. They may live out a peaceful life in the nation. Assassins have little to fear within these walls, knowing full well that the law is different here.

The law states that, and I quote:

"Decree number #303: All past crimes, future crimes and crimes still pending outside the walls of this nation, Stained Machete, will not be procecuted within these walls, unless the crime has been comitted in the nation.

And there was hardly any crime. How ironic.

Assassins were all supplied with money and food, had normal jobs, normal lives, asides from their casual part-time work for any other nation, which handsomly paid the Stained Machete. But the hitmen and women were happy to carry this out, since the money from that provided them with the luxury they were accustomed to.

Children as young as four were put into training programs to teach them the basics of assassination, hunting, weaponry training, martial arts, combat training ... basicly everything you need to be a good citzen.

And so people grew, all of them becoming deadly weapons. They were not soldiers. They were not normal people. They were something in the grey area, the area shrouded in darkness. The area, in which they waited.

The God: Golod

It's always the same thing. It's when you start to become really afraid of death that you learn to appreciate life. Do you like life, sweetheart?


"Allow me to explain a small part of business," yelled high Rabbit Erl Jones to the empty church. "There is a thing known as Price and Demand. Most of you have heard this." A lady with her two boys caughed. "Prices go up based on demand!" he yelled, emphesising the end letter D. "Assassins are working over time! and are getting paid a lot!" Once again emphesising the last letter, like a black minister at mass.

"Assassination brings in the dough!" he sang, the choir behind him repeating the "dough" part.

"But now, my brothers and sisters. Terrorism allows us to spread the word of the Blind Rabbit --"

It was a mere formality, but every thursday there was a sort of mass. Apparently you can't have a religeon in which nobody worships. So this really is just for appearance sakes.

Ok allow me to explain. You cannot be a terrorist without a cause. Apparently terrorism for hire is considered by many as immoral. However, fighting for a cause is considered noble. And if a few people should help sponser us with, oh lets say, funds and targets, then say be it.

This was a great business. Terrorism for hire. But we needed something catchy, something like the cross of Jesus Christ, only not so dramatic. We thought something cute for the kids, a rabbit. And then we thought, how about some metaphore which really means nothing... blindness.

And so the Blind Rabbit was formed as a cover for our terrorist activities. Nobody really gives a ... so long as we don't attack them. This works out fine for us, considering they'll probably eventually hire our trained priests to carry out the missions.

That's right, our priests are our terrorist division. Clever and catchy. We seam to think so. Everyone knows what it means, much like the term 'mark', it was just a formality.

The God Golod, is the name of the almighty Blind Rabbit who had his eyes plucked out by capitalism, his eyes sold to pay the rent. We all know this is a complete load of bull... but what can I say, it sells.

Oh come on, this isn't the first time a religeon has been used to make money. I mean, how many copies of the bible do you own.

The leaders of this nation
As time goes on and the nation progresses, I will add more characters into here. This entire forum will be constantly edited.

The Old Lady knows very little about politics, so she stays out of most of it. She, however, is still the leader. She has hired very highly educated politicians to fill in the other positions. Nobody really cares what they do so long as the nation works.

However, the Old Lady knows a lot about business, and she knows equally as much about death. Combining the two seamed like a logical idea, so she began to start up governments within the government.


The Stained Machetes is the highly trained, professional and deadly assassin alliance. Notorious for it's highly skilled hitmen. The leader of this organization is the Old Lady, with her highest pupile and left hand man, Pavel.

The Blind Rabbits is a charity organisation/religion. However it is also a front for other business prospects, implemented by the Old Lady. The man in charge of this is High Rabbit Erl, a highly skilled terrorist attack planner, who is in charge of most of the planning that goes into any highly prepared attack.

Other than that the people seam to manage on their own, since most of them are already employed by the Old Lady as assassins. The rest run the shops, businesses, uranium mines, lemonade stands. You name it we've got it. People are somewhat annoyed with the constant monitoring and jobs. But hey, such is life.

Military service

"We kill, we get paid. Be it a hit or a war."

We have only recently begun the military division, seperate from the Stained Machete and the Blind Rabbits. This is purely defense. If another nation should attack they can expect one of their leaders to have a finger missing for every hour their troops are on our land. Not to mention how many skilled assassins and hitmen we have within our walls, who are all too happy for target practice. Blind Rabbits has been donating weapons to this cause, giving our new military, The Machete-guns, all the weapons they need.

Military service is compulsory, and our citzens will be sorted into what division they are best suited at. Now we are focusing on talented youngsters to come join the fight!

"Drop the rattle and give me fifty!" That's our new motto, and we will live by it. Our training programs are state-of-the-art, with experienced Rabbits, Machete's and with highly trained Military Officers to train them, the enemy better be damn sure they want to invade.

Now what did I say boy! Drop that rattle and give me fifty!

Military Personel
This will be constantly updated

Stained Machetes:

Two Hundred thousand Male Hitmen
Three hundred thousand Female Hitmen
One hundred and fifty thousand Assassins
Two hundred Thousand children waiting to receave training
One hundred thousand professional marksmen
Three hundred thousand Retired Professionals, teaching
One hundred thousand Retired Professoinals, tactics
Fifty thousand anti-assassins
Fifty thousand weapon engineers
Twenty thousand weapon inspectors/buyers
Ten Thousand transportation advisors
Thirty thousand accountants
Two hundred thousand lawyers (The Sharpest Blades)

Total estimate: 1,710,000 Stained Machetes (Two hundred thousand havn't completed training)


Blind Rabbits:

Two hundred thousand trained converters (Hijackers)
Three hundred thousand Priests (Military)
One hundred thousand last writes readers (Bomb experts)
One Hundred thousand bible studies (Strategists)
Three hundred thousand preachers (Revolutionists)
Fifty thousand fledglings (Still in training)
Twenty thousand donation officers (Pay collectors)
One hundred thousand salvation army officers (Weapon experts)

Total estimate: 1,170,000 Blind Rabbits


Machete-guns:

Fifty thousand armed civilians, border control
Twenty thousand national guard
Ten thousand NAVY soldiers
Thirty thousand guerrila warfare soldiers
Thirty thousand Airforce

Total estimate: 140,000 Machete-guns

Military weapons
This will be constantly updated

Stained Machete

200,000 male hitmen:
400,000 Ruger 77R MKII .308 [$514.95 e]
400,000 Hi-Point, 9mm compact semi-automatic [$157.99 e]
800,000 Custom-made silencers [$30-50 e]
400,000 8.5-25x50AO Muller Sport Dot [$300 e]
200,000 Double-point hunting knives
800,000 .308 rounds [$10 e]
800,000 9mm rounds [$5 e]
50,000 Kevlar vests [$100 e]
150,000 Fiber wire [$5 e]
400,000 Standard Suits


300,000 Female hitmen:
600,000 Ruger 77R MKII .308 [$514.95 e]
600,000 Hi-Point, 9mm compact semi-automatic [$157.99 e]
1,000,000 Custom-made silencers [$30-50 e]
600,000 8.5-25x50AO Muller Sport Dot [$300 e]
800,000 .308 rounds [$10 e]
800,000 9mm rounds [$5 e]
300,000 Throwing knives [$20 e]
200,000 Blow darts [$3 e]
200,000 Fiber wire [$5 e]
100,000 Baretta .405 [$400 e]
600,000 standard suits

150,000 Assassins:
200,000 Poison kits [$100 e] (Includes pure nicotine drip)
300,000 Fiber wire [$5e]
150,000 Night-vision goggles [$50 e]
100,000 Surveilance equipment [$300 e]
50,000 Blow darts [$3 e]