Lunatic Retard Robots
14-09-2003, 17:34
In a side street, in the LRR capital city (Earth territories) of Magadan, a young girl hides in the shadows.
In the darkness, Mary's fingers fumble around with the silencer to her Colt Commando, and it takes her a few seconds more than usual to get it attached. She then hides it under her long coat, the cold of the arctic circle too much for this college dropout turned christian radical from the tropics. The then checks the rest of her gear, hidden under her coat also, which includes a pair of pistols, a mean-looking knife, and some grenades. Her ears pick up the sound of a man walking down the street. The sound is confirmed by the sight of a robed figure sillouetted by the streetlights.
"Bloody right-wing! A lot of people who don't know anything, that's what I say!"
It is Lief Erickson, the LRR forigen minister. In LRR's open society, nobody has bodygaurds or carries a gun. The crime rate is virtually zero. Unaware of the danger, Mr. Erickson walks along, headed twoard his favorite nighttime hangout. As he passes a long shadow creted by the tall building to his right, he feels an arm grab tightly around his neck and jerk him back.
Mary felt the satisfaction of a job well done already. The drew her knife and slowly drew it across the throat of the mortified Mr. Erickson.
Lief had never felt something more painful since he had a live amputation of his leg while serving in the navy. He felt the life drain out of his body, and tried to call for help, but to no avail. His voice came out as a raspy squeal. But some people in the pub a few feet away heard, and came rushing out to see a half-dead figure in the street, and a shadow disapear around the corner.
Mary arrived at her apartment a few hours later than usual that night, but still slept very well, the wool blankets warming her body to more comfortable temperatures.
The next day, she would complete her assignment. Below her apartment, there was the Magadan Forum, where people clustered about, gossiping and debating about the Forigen Minister's death. Mary laughed to herself.
"Before the day ends these heretics will be in hell."
She was so eager to get going that she didn't even put on a shirt and jacket, just a pair of pants and a long coat over her half-clad body. She soon arrived on the roof of the building, where she drew out her Colt. She recited a short prayer, kissed the cross that hung around her neck, and pulled the trigger. Screams erupted from the crowd below as the first few people fell to the snow, drenching it white. She emptied the magazine, thrw her grenades, and was ready to load a second before she was hit. The police charged up the stairs with their pistols and shotguns, and emptied several cartriges into Mary's legs. She fell to the ground, and the police were upon her.
Mary recited another prayer, this time quite audibly, and said her last words.
She pressed the sitch she held in her hands, and the top of the building erupted in flames.
This is the first act of terrorism in the peaceful nation of LRR. We ask for international assistance in bringing those responsible to justice.
OCC: If a nation could claim the attacks (coughcoughatticanempirecoughcough), that would also be greatly appreciated.
In the darkness, Mary's fingers fumble around with the silencer to her Colt Commando, and it takes her a few seconds more than usual to get it attached. She then hides it under her long coat, the cold of the arctic circle too much for this college dropout turned christian radical from the tropics. The then checks the rest of her gear, hidden under her coat also, which includes a pair of pistols, a mean-looking knife, and some grenades. Her ears pick up the sound of a man walking down the street. The sound is confirmed by the sight of a robed figure sillouetted by the streetlights.
"Bloody right-wing! A lot of people who don't know anything, that's what I say!"
It is Lief Erickson, the LRR forigen minister. In LRR's open society, nobody has bodygaurds or carries a gun. The crime rate is virtually zero. Unaware of the danger, Mr. Erickson walks along, headed twoard his favorite nighttime hangout. As he passes a long shadow creted by the tall building to his right, he feels an arm grab tightly around his neck and jerk him back.
Mary felt the satisfaction of a job well done already. The drew her knife and slowly drew it across the throat of the mortified Mr. Erickson.
Lief had never felt something more painful since he had a live amputation of his leg while serving in the navy. He felt the life drain out of his body, and tried to call for help, but to no avail. His voice came out as a raspy squeal. But some people in the pub a few feet away heard, and came rushing out to see a half-dead figure in the street, and a shadow disapear around the corner.
Mary arrived at her apartment a few hours later than usual that night, but still slept very well, the wool blankets warming her body to more comfortable temperatures.
The next day, she would complete her assignment. Below her apartment, there was the Magadan Forum, where people clustered about, gossiping and debating about the Forigen Minister's death. Mary laughed to herself.
"Before the day ends these heretics will be in hell."
She was so eager to get going that she didn't even put on a shirt and jacket, just a pair of pants and a long coat over her half-clad body. She soon arrived on the roof of the building, where she drew out her Colt. She recited a short prayer, kissed the cross that hung around her neck, and pulled the trigger. Screams erupted from the crowd below as the first few people fell to the snow, drenching it white. She emptied the magazine, thrw her grenades, and was ready to load a second before she was hit. The police charged up the stairs with their pistols and shotguns, and emptied several cartriges into Mary's legs. She fell to the ground, and the police were upon her.
Mary recited another prayer, this time quite audibly, and said her last words.
She pressed the sitch she held in her hands, and the top of the building erupted in flames.
This is the first act of terrorism in the peaceful nation of LRR. We ask for international assistance in bringing those responsible to justice.
OCC: If a nation could claim the attacks (coughcoughatticanempirecoughcough), that would also be greatly appreciated.