NationStates Jolt Archive

The war on Krascht ended tragically today with the launch of Nuclear weapons on Pheonix 1 and the destruction of Krascht's own nation. With all troops located inside and populations deaths totaled, an estimated loss of life is at an astounding 399,011,720 deaths. Both Pheonix 1 and Krascht were turned to radiating wastelands. Here begins the memorial service for the many innocent civilians and soldiers who lost their lives today.

A priest walks into the green grassy field, a solemn look on his face.
"Let us pray.
Our father, who art in heaven
hallowed be thy name
thy kingdom come
thy will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,
And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who have tresspassed against us
Lead us not into temptation, but deliever us from evil.

For the kingdom,
the power,
and the glory are yours,
now and forever
Amen."

"Many a people died today in an act of war which many of us here do not understand. But that is irrelevent. What is relevent is that the sacred gift of life was lost today. God have mercy on the souls responsible for it, and for those who he will be recieving into his kingdom this day. Let us come here, one by one, and pay our respects to the dead."

*silently bows head in meditation* -Amen

In far off TOR, a soloist trumpet player breaks the silence with a mournful rendition of Taps. TOR declares this day a day of memory for the dead, and wishes this to be a lesson for us all.

A prophet walks alone in the rubble that is now Nacht Elves. He can fell the life, the memories that use to live here.

A tear rushes down his cheek as he realizes the same is of his friends Pheonix 1. He also realizes that Although the People of Krascht were lead by a Tyrant they too also died.

Another Tear

A rush of unpleasant memories flood him.
He has seen much in his life.

The mysterious Loss of the Balck Space Pirates and the Nacht Elves are pounding into his mind.

He realizes that little can stop the painful stabs of time.
The a stroke of thought enters his mind.

People cannot blame themselves for what time has given us.

In stead of dwelling in guilt we should dwell on the repairing of lives and what the dead have left us.

The Prophet Dax Greenleaf has another idea.

He goes to the Monastary and performs an act of ancient power.

He will fix things so others will not have blame.

Lexington Prongs walks past the crying and mourning people and glances into a grave which is supposed to be his tomb.................Wait I'm not dead! The silent crowd looks up at him, look at each other, look at him, shrug there shoulders wipe away there tears and go home to watch Cowboy Beebop....

The Memorial service ends