Fluffywuffy
31-05-2004, 01:10
The Emperor sat in his private room in the Imperial Palace, searching through many obscure places in his room for something. Finally finding a bag of white powder, he poured the stuff on his desk. Inhaling the stuff wildly, the Emperor went off on a psychotic moodswing; visions of demons filled his mind and he felt as if he was under attack by the devil himself.
Bursting out of the room with an Ak-47 in hand, he ran through the halls firing on random people, missing horribly, stumbling to get through the building. "It's the Satanists! Burn them all! Kill them!" he screamed as he ran, desperate to get rid of his inner demons, caused by drug usage.
Finally, his own security forces entered the building to force him to get a grip. Surrounding him, grabbing his arms in the most firm yet most comfortable way, they restrained the old man quickly and efficiently, although he continued to scream that he was under attack by demons.
"What the bloody hell happened, my Emperor?" the Sergeant spoke up.
"It was the demons! They entered my private chambers and attacked me! It is a Satanist plot! Kill them! Kill them all!"
"Have you gone insane, my Lord?"
"NO! That's an order! They tried to kill me so I am fucking having them killed. Do it Sargeant. Now! Or you're going to be next for disobedience!"
Puzzled, the Sargeant had no choice but to accept the order and relay it on to the more important military commanders. He also felt the need to relay it on to the press, hoping international condemnation would force his Emperor to his senses. He couldn't have been more wrong.
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Sargeant Evans ad his squad surrounded a building identified to contain a Satanist cult, stopped briefly, considering the Emperor's orders and then dismissed any thoughts of dissent. They were the Emperor's Gaurds, enforcers of his mighty rule and they had sworn alliegance. They could not go back now, or so the Sargeant thought.
"Alright, on my signal burst in and kill anyone that you see inside that is not one of us. Fix bayonets. Alright, one...two...three...GO!!"
The squad burst in, stabbed the lot of people inside with bayonets and then hacked the bodies to piecees, blood splurting around the hellish setting, befitting the description of cult. The dim candlel light, smell of death, and blood splattered walls made the place seem surreal. It couldn't have been real, could it? the Sargeant thought. We were only following orders, he thought.
Pausing for a moment of reflection the man considered that he had much fun killing. Perhaps he would enjoy it again? He lusted after the kill, needed to kill, became addicted to it all in a few moments of a bayonet attack.
The adrenaline pumping, he had to satisfy this hunger. His own inner demons attacked him and he accepted the barrage, amplifying its affect. He grabbed his ceremonial sword, and shouted, "Onward! We must get rid of others of these subhuman dogs! Onward!"/i]
Reluctantly, the squad followed. It was a scene repeated time and time again over the nation of Fluffywuffy that day, it it was certainly not the last time such a day would occur.
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[i]Imperial World News Radio Broadcast
"Today, with the most Glorious Emperor's orders, the Army has begun the termination of all in the nation suspected of following the evil cult of Satanism, in an attempt to purify the nation of such evils. In order to gain the authority to do so he has declared martial law and his using the full authority of it. The Emperor declined to comment to calls of ending bloodshed, but we personally think that, as Infallable Leader of the United Di'Agwan Empire, he has made the right choice. The very nature of our Emperor is such."
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Weapons were handed out, militia called up, reserves activated, troops deployed and logistics made ready. All services were deployed to the most defensive positions and partial wartime production was being instigated. The Government would have no interferances in its practices, none.
Bursting out of the room with an Ak-47 in hand, he ran through the halls firing on random people, missing horribly, stumbling to get through the building. "It's the Satanists! Burn them all! Kill them!" he screamed as he ran, desperate to get rid of his inner demons, caused by drug usage.
Finally, his own security forces entered the building to force him to get a grip. Surrounding him, grabbing his arms in the most firm yet most comfortable way, they restrained the old man quickly and efficiently, although he continued to scream that he was under attack by demons.
"What the bloody hell happened, my Emperor?" the Sergeant spoke up.
"It was the demons! They entered my private chambers and attacked me! It is a Satanist plot! Kill them! Kill them all!"
"Have you gone insane, my Lord?"
"NO! That's an order! They tried to kill me so I am fucking having them killed. Do it Sargeant. Now! Or you're going to be next for disobedience!"
Puzzled, the Sargeant had no choice but to accept the order and relay it on to the more important military commanders. He also felt the need to relay it on to the press, hoping international condemnation would force his Emperor to his senses. He couldn't have been more wrong.
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Sargeant Evans ad his squad surrounded a building identified to contain a Satanist cult, stopped briefly, considering the Emperor's orders and then dismissed any thoughts of dissent. They were the Emperor's Gaurds, enforcers of his mighty rule and they had sworn alliegance. They could not go back now, or so the Sargeant thought.
"Alright, on my signal burst in and kill anyone that you see inside that is not one of us. Fix bayonets. Alright, one...two...three...GO!!"
The squad burst in, stabbed the lot of people inside with bayonets and then hacked the bodies to piecees, blood splurting around the hellish setting, befitting the description of cult. The dim candlel light, smell of death, and blood splattered walls made the place seem surreal. It couldn't have been real, could it? the Sargeant thought. We were only following orders, he thought.
Pausing for a moment of reflection the man considered that he had much fun killing. Perhaps he would enjoy it again? He lusted after the kill, needed to kill, became addicted to it all in a few moments of a bayonet attack.
The adrenaline pumping, he had to satisfy this hunger. His own inner demons attacked him and he accepted the barrage, amplifying its affect. He grabbed his ceremonial sword, and shouted, "Onward! We must get rid of others of these subhuman dogs! Onward!"/i]
Reluctantly, the squad followed. It was a scene repeated time and time again over the nation of Fluffywuffy that day, it it was certainly not the last time such a day would occur.
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[i]Imperial World News Radio Broadcast
"Today, with the most Glorious Emperor's orders, the Army has begun the termination of all in the nation suspected of following the evil cult of Satanism, in an attempt to purify the nation of such evils. In order to gain the authority to do so he has declared martial law and his using the full authority of it. The Emperor declined to comment to calls of ending bloodshed, but we personally think that, as Infallable Leader of the United Di'Agwan Empire, he has made the right choice. The very nature of our Emperor is such."
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Weapons were handed out, militia called up, reserves activated, troops deployed and logistics made ready. All services were deployed to the most defensive positions and partial wartime production was being instigated. The Government would have no interferances in its practices, none.