Phyrric
04-09-2003, 21:40
The sun is shining bright on this September summer day on the nations capitol. Through all the windows of the Palace, rays of light scream in the corridors and rooms off the brass, mirrors, silver, gold and gems throughtout. There is no need for any lights todays...except this one.
A meeting was taking place in the stateroom of the Emporer. Talks of the status of the Nation was being performed by the Emporer himself and all the cabinet. Typical discussions were underway when things took a turn for the worse.
"Is something wrong sire?" as the Minister of Trade asked the Emporer.
Something was terribly wrong. The room was becoming faint and started to spin so slightly. The lips of Pyrrhus were blue, the very life that had guided the Nation for so long was being deprived on this day.
"Someone get a medical crew here now!" shouted the Prime Minister.
But it may be too late. The Emporer leans back on his chair, grabs his chest and collapses at the table. The medical team comes rushing in, "stand clear, stand clear!" An AED is immediately put into use, "We have a beat, it is faint, but we have a beat."
"Get him to the hospital now, do it, do it, do it!" Screams the Prime Minister again and again.
As teams are rushing in and out of the stateroom, the press is showing up. Emergency announcements are hitting the airwaves within minutes. Total caos and confusion are now hitting the streets as reports are being rumored throughout the Nation.
"IS OUR EMPORER DEAD!"
A meeting was taking place in the stateroom of the Emporer. Talks of the status of the Nation was being performed by the Emporer himself and all the cabinet. Typical discussions were underway when things took a turn for the worse.
"Is something wrong sire?" as the Minister of Trade asked the Emporer.
Something was terribly wrong. The room was becoming faint and started to spin so slightly. The lips of Pyrrhus were blue, the very life that had guided the Nation for so long was being deprived on this day.
"Someone get a medical crew here now!" shouted the Prime Minister.
But it may be too late. The Emporer leans back on his chair, grabs his chest and collapses at the table. The medical team comes rushing in, "stand clear, stand clear!" An AED is immediately put into use, "We have a beat, it is faint, but we have a beat."
"Get him to the hospital now, do it, do it, do it!" Screams the Prime Minister again and again.
As teams are rushing in and out of the stateroom, the press is showing up. Emergency announcements are hitting the airwaves within minutes. Total caos and confusion are now hitting the streets as reports are being rumored throughout the Nation.
"IS OUR EMPORER DEAD!"