Ohhhcomehere
16-06-2004, 07:28
A recent election in OCH has resulted in the election of a far-right wing official, known only as Big Brother, Diety of your choice only knows why they picked him, apparently the population is illeterate or doesnt read sci-fi, who once in office promptly declared himself Dictator for Life, shot most of the council (They had apparently overdosed on the national currency) and wrote up a new set of laws, now known as the 'Smile' laws.
Citizens are to be happy, at all times. Those who are not happy obviously are in need of corrective therapy, such as several years in a hard labour camp to convince them of just how good they have it. Citizens shall smile, at all times, in public, a series of excersizes has been recommended to those that cannot yet maintain a constant happy demenor.
An interview with a OCH Citizen, just after the laws were passed:
"Yes...I am extremly happy. Happy happy happy. Tell you what, if this isnt the happies country out there, then...then...OH GOD! Please, somebody get me out of here! Its horrible! HORRIBLE!!! Hey...what are you doing?! LET GO! LET GO! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HELP HEL-"
BBBZZZZttttt...
Err...
Thats all for tonight folks, tune in tommorow.
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A new wave of patriotism has apparently overcome OCH, as the national flag and several varients have been seen on almost every street corner, while large loudspeakers play uplifting and positive music throughout most of the cities.
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The crime rate in OCH has shot up tremendously, not for murder, arson, rape or the usual (And rather commo-..ok, ok I wont say it, put the taser down!) but for 'Being negative' and 'pessimism', OCH jails are filling up with rather depressed looking individuals schedualed for corrective therapy.
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A recent tape smuggled out of the country:
A man is standing on a platform, facing a table with five people of unidentified gender sitting at it. They all wear rather fixed smiles.
The man on the platform seems confused, he looks around the dark room, at the flag, and at the individuals sitting at the table.
The man in the center clears his throat.
"Smile."
The one on the platform looks at him, more confused now, he frowns.
"No."
Click.
BANG!!!
The man on the platform stares in horror at where his arm used to be, behind him a guard wielding a pair of hydraulic hedgeclipper-looking things smiles, fixedly same as ever, as spots of blood drip down his face.
"Now, smile."
The platformed one tries to pull those certain muscles that work the lips and cheeks, and manages a small, strained smile.
On the table the center mans smile grows slightly wider.
On the platform the prisoner strains, then loses the smile.
"Goodbye."
BANG BANG BANG.
Four thumps sound as assorted parts drop to the ground.
"That will be all for todays meeting, goodbye."
The people behind the table stand and leave, the security guard follows shortly.
The camera pans down to where the man, still allive, struggles to lift his head, staring in horror down at the stumps where his limbs used to be, watching as his blood pools on the floor, after about a minute, his head falls and his eyes roll into his head...his breathing stops.
OOC:
For those who havent guessed, this is Dontgonearthere. I just wanted a chance to RP as a REALLY sick govornment, since DGNT is more of a benevolent dictatorship...and Im sure I can get some good RPs in.
Other than that, THIS IS SERIOUS. The govornment of OCH has taken a serious about face, and concussed itself on the wall pretty badly.
Side note:
Lots of other stuff normally associated with evil-dictators taking over happened as well, the army was reformed, secert police, rebels, that sort of thing...its just thats its one thirty and I didnt think of it :P
Citizens are to be happy, at all times. Those who are not happy obviously are in need of corrective therapy, such as several years in a hard labour camp to convince them of just how good they have it. Citizens shall smile, at all times, in public, a series of excersizes has been recommended to those that cannot yet maintain a constant happy demenor.
An interview with a OCH Citizen, just after the laws were passed:
"Yes...I am extremly happy. Happy happy happy. Tell you what, if this isnt the happies country out there, then...then...OH GOD! Please, somebody get me out of here! Its horrible! HORRIBLE!!! Hey...what are you doing?! LET GO! LET GO! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! HELP HEL-"
BBBZZZZttttt...
Err...
Thats all for tonight folks, tune in tommorow.
---
A new wave of patriotism has apparently overcome OCH, as the national flag and several varients have been seen on almost every street corner, while large loudspeakers play uplifting and positive music throughout most of the cities.
---
The crime rate in OCH has shot up tremendously, not for murder, arson, rape or the usual (And rather commo-..ok, ok I wont say it, put the taser down!) but for 'Being negative' and 'pessimism', OCH jails are filling up with rather depressed looking individuals schedualed for corrective therapy.
---
A recent tape smuggled out of the country:
A man is standing on a platform, facing a table with five people of unidentified gender sitting at it. They all wear rather fixed smiles.
The man on the platform seems confused, he looks around the dark room, at the flag, and at the individuals sitting at the table.
The man in the center clears his throat.
"Smile."
The one on the platform looks at him, more confused now, he frowns.
"No."
Click.
BANG!!!
The man on the platform stares in horror at where his arm used to be, behind him a guard wielding a pair of hydraulic hedgeclipper-looking things smiles, fixedly same as ever, as spots of blood drip down his face.
"Now, smile."
The platformed one tries to pull those certain muscles that work the lips and cheeks, and manages a small, strained smile.
On the table the center mans smile grows slightly wider.
On the platform the prisoner strains, then loses the smile.
"Goodbye."
BANG BANG BANG.
Four thumps sound as assorted parts drop to the ground.
"That will be all for todays meeting, goodbye."
The people behind the table stand and leave, the security guard follows shortly.
The camera pans down to where the man, still allive, struggles to lift his head, staring in horror down at the stumps where his limbs used to be, watching as his blood pools on the floor, after about a minute, his head falls and his eyes roll into his head...his breathing stops.
OOC:
For those who havent guessed, this is Dontgonearthere. I just wanted a chance to RP as a REALLY sick govornment, since DGNT is more of a benevolent dictatorship...and Im sure I can get some good RPs in.
Other than that, THIS IS SERIOUS. The govornment of OCH has taken a serious about face, and concussed itself on the wall pretty badly.
Side note:
Lots of other stuff normally associated with evil-dictators taking over happened as well, the army was reformed, secert police, rebels, that sort of thing...its just thats its one thirty and I didnt think of it :P