Ozymandias IV
05-04-2004, 18:34
Embassy Row, Republican City, Republic of Ozymandias IV
A crowd of protestors gathered outside the Empire of Credonia embassy. Many bore the stars and stripes flag of the former United States of Credonia. Others shouted anti-imperial slogans and called for the resignation of Emperor Andrew Sutton.
A protest organizer then climbed onto the back of a pickup truck and grabbed a microphone.
"The freedom-loving people of Credonia have been betrayed by their so-called emperor. He is nothing more than a criminal and petty dictator. His policies have made Credonia - which was once a beacon of freedom in the world - into one of the most hated states on earth. How many lives will be lost due to this dictator's machinations?"
He then turned toward the embassy gates.
"Credonia, you are the cause of the increase in global terrorism! Your misguided foreign policies are destroying the world! The dictator who enslaves you will lead to your own destruction!"
And then he threw a balloon willed with pig's blood against the gate.
Republican City police officers on the crowd's edge and a few Republican Security Officers undercover in the heart of the crowd heard the radio call: That’s it. Take him into custody for criminal mischief and vandalism and order the crowd to disperse.
The officers moved in with their riot shields before them to disperse the now "unlawful assembly." Once a crime occurs, the Republic’s liberal policy on freedom of speech and assembly is set aside to maintain order.
Then the radio crackled again: Oh crap! Pull back and wait. It’s the poet laureate up there with him…
And indeed, Peart III, the Republic's Poet Laureate, took the microphone and read the following words from a scrap of paper which he pulled from his pocket:
[code:1:0f1a6e70ba]Gun's replace the plow, facades are tarnished now
The principles have been betrayed
The dream's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail
History's debt won't be repaid
Beneath the noble birth
Between the proudest words
Behind the beauty, cracks appear
Once, with heads held high
They sang out to the sky
Why do their people bow in fear?[/code:1:0f1a6e70ba]
The crowd roared its approval and then began to disperse. Only about a hundred remained and they lit candles and stood outside the embassy’s gates softly singing hymns while the blood soaked into the ground outside the embassy gates.
A crowd of protestors gathered outside the Empire of Credonia embassy. Many bore the stars and stripes flag of the former United States of Credonia. Others shouted anti-imperial slogans and called for the resignation of Emperor Andrew Sutton.
A protest organizer then climbed onto the back of a pickup truck and grabbed a microphone.
"The freedom-loving people of Credonia have been betrayed by their so-called emperor. He is nothing more than a criminal and petty dictator. His policies have made Credonia - which was once a beacon of freedom in the world - into one of the most hated states on earth. How many lives will be lost due to this dictator's machinations?"
He then turned toward the embassy gates.
"Credonia, you are the cause of the increase in global terrorism! Your misguided foreign policies are destroying the world! The dictator who enslaves you will lead to your own destruction!"
And then he threw a balloon willed with pig's blood against the gate.
Republican City police officers on the crowd's edge and a few Republican Security Officers undercover in the heart of the crowd heard the radio call: That’s it. Take him into custody for criminal mischief and vandalism and order the crowd to disperse.
The officers moved in with their riot shields before them to disperse the now "unlawful assembly." Once a crime occurs, the Republic’s liberal policy on freedom of speech and assembly is set aside to maintain order.
Then the radio crackled again: Oh crap! Pull back and wait. It’s the poet laureate up there with him…
And indeed, Peart III, the Republic's Poet Laureate, took the microphone and read the following words from a scrap of paper which he pulled from his pocket:
[code:1:0f1a6e70ba]Gun's replace the plow, facades are tarnished now
The principles have been betrayed
The dream's gone stale, but still, let hope prevail
History's debt won't be repaid
Beneath the noble birth
Between the proudest words
Behind the beauty, cracks appear
Once, with heads held high
They sang out to the sky
Why do their people bow in fear?[/code:1:0f1a6e70ba]
The crowd roared its approval and then began to disperse. Only about a hundred remained and they lit candles and stood outside the embassy’s gates softly singing hymns while the blood soaked into the ground outside the embassy gates.