Roycelandia
17-09-2004, 11:51
Bwana Sahib National Park, Roycelandian East Africa
The protest had been going on for three days now- angry greenies, unwashed hippies, and man-hating feminists had all descended on the National Park to prevent the TimberTops Logging Company from chopping down a stand of Pine Trees that had been planted some 50 years earlier for the specific purpose of being cut down to make into timber, paper, and other useful things.
Head Lumberjack Warwick Cullen was not impressed. "Get a haircut, Hippies!" he called for the thousandth time that our over the chants of "Trees have feelings too!" and "Animals need somewhere to live too!"
What was worse, was that the Tree-Huggers had chained themselves to the trees, and one of them was lying in front of the Bulldozer which was going to be used to clear the trees once they'd been knocked down.
Cullen and the Hippie had a long and circuitous conversation, with Cullen explaining that the plans for the Logging had been on display for many months, and the Hippie pointing out that having them in a darkened basement with no stairs or lift access, locked in filing cabinet in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard" did NOT qualify as having the plans "On Display".
The discussion was cut short by a member of the Colonial Guard striding up next to Cullen, along with two other soldiers. The two soldiers grabbed the Hippie in front of the bulldozer, smacked him in the gut with a rifle butt, and threw him in the back of a van.
Another truck full of Soldiers pulled up, carrying Lee-Enfield Rifles, with fixed bayonets.
"Attention, Protestors! You are hereby ordered to disperse from this location and return to your homes or business within One Hour, or you will be Guilty of Unlawful Assembly or Rioting, a crime which carries the penalty of a Vicious Wedgie and up to 14 years imprisonment. Get the hell out of here, or you'll be very, very sorry!"
The Protestors chanted louder.
An hour passed.
Some of the Protestors left. The remaining ones chained themselves to the Trees.
The Colonial Guard sergeant looked at his watch. "Time's up, Hippies!"
The soldiers marched up to the Hippies and started dragging some of them away, cutting the ropes with their bayonets. The remaining protestors had chained themselves to trees, to prevent the ropes being cut.
Those that were dragged away were kept at gunpoint, forced to watch what happened next.
"Mr. Cullen" said the Sergeant. "Tell your men to cut down the trees now."
"But, there are still protestors..."
"Cut down the trees. Now."
Cullen looked at the soldiers, and the angry protestors. He waved the Lumberjacks on.
The Lumberjacks started their Chainsaws, and advanced on the Hippies.
Cullen himself took a Chainsaw and started cutting down a Tree. The Hippie who had chained himself to the other side of the Tree stood defiant, until the Chainsaw cut into his stomach, spraying blood, woodchips, and internal organs over the other trees, lumberjacks, and protestors.
Some of the Protestors tried to unchain themselves from the trees, but the Colonial Guard drew revolvers and shot them in the kneecaps. Anyone who managed to unchain themselves was left where they fell, writhing in agony as blood-soaked trees were felled all around them.
Those held at gunpoint by the Imperial Guard were forced to watch the felling of the trees, and the gruesome deaths of those that had failed to unchain themselves. Any that looked away were bashed over the head with a rifle stock.
The screams of the Protestors being disembowelled by the Lumberjack's Chainsaws or being crushed by falling trees reverberated around the area, sending a flock of birds into the sky...
Ikon Furniture, Port Royal, Roycelandia
"And here, we have this lovely bedside table, ideal for the Guest Bedroom, or even the hallway, made from Polished Pine, with an African motif..."
"What's that funny red stain? I don't recall Pine being red..."
"It's a cross-breed of trees... yeah, that's it..."
"Oh, OK then. It has a delightful African feel about it... I'll take it!"
Imperial Palace, Port Royal
"That'll teach those Hippies a lesson. If you catch any of them off Coral Palm Island, break their legs and leave them in a ditch by the side of the road."
"Yes, Your Majesty..."
"And tell RskyB to broadcast something INTERESTING for a change. I'm sick of lifestyle shows, cooking shows, and chat shows. I expect more gunfire, porn, and comedy on the air by this evening."
"It shall be done, Your Majesty."
OOC: In case you hadn't guessed, Roycelandia has launched a crackdown on Hippies...
The protest had been going on for three days now- angry greenies, unwashed hippies, and man-hating feminists had all descended on the National Park to prevent the TimberTops Logging Company from chopping down a stand of Pine Trees that had been planted some 50 years earlier for the specific purpose of being cut down to make into timber, paper, and other useful things.
Head Lumberjack Warwick Cullen was not impressed. "Get a haircut, Hippies!" he called for the thousandth time that our over the chants of "Trees have feelings too!" and "Animals need somewhere to live too!"
What was worse, was that the Tree-Huggers had chained themselves to the trees, and one of them was lying in front of the Bulldozer which was going to be used to clear the trees once they'd been knocked down.
Cullen and the Hippie had a long and circuitous conversation, with Cullen explaining that the plans for the Logging had been on display for many months, and the Hippie pointing out that having them in a darkened basement with no stairs or lift access, locked in filing cabinet in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Beware of The Leopard" did NOT qualify as having the plans "On Display".
The discussion was cut short by a member of the Colonial Guard striding up next to Cullen, along with two other soldiers. The two soldiers grabbed the Hippie in front of the bulldozer, smacked him in the gut with a rifle butt, and threw him in the back of a van.
Another truck full of Soldiers pulled up, carrying Lee-Enfield Rifles, with fixed bayonets.
"Attention, Protestors! You are hereby ordered to disperse from this location and return to your homes or business within One Hour, or you will be Guilty of Unlawful Assembly or Rioting, a crime which carries the penalty of a Vicious Wedgie and up to 14 years imprisonment. Get the hell out of here, or you'll be very, very sorry!"
The Protestors chanted louder.
An hour passed.
Some of the Protestors left. The remaining ones chained themselves to the Trees.
The Colonial Guard sergeant looked at his watch. "Time's up, Hippies!"
The soldiers marched up to the Hippies and started dragging some of them away, cutting the ropes with their bayonets. The remaining protestors had chained themselves to trees, to prevent the ropes being cut.
Those that were dragged away were kept at gunpoint, forced to watch what happened next.
"Mr. Cullen" said the Sergeant. "Tell your men to cut down the trees now."
"But, there are still protestors..."
"Cut down the trees. Now."
Cullen looked at the soldiers, and the angry protestors. He waved the Lumberjacks on.
The Lumberjacks started their Chainsaws, and advanced on the Hippies.
Cullen himself took a Chainsaw and started cutting down a Tree. The Hippie who had chained himself to the other side of the Tree stood defiant, until the Chainsaw cut into his stomach, spraying blood, woodchips, and internal organs over the other trees, lumberjacks, and protestors.
Some of the Protestors tried to unchain themselves from the trees, but the Colonial Guard drew revolvers and shot them in the kneecaps. Anyone who managed to unchain themselves was left where they fell, writhing in agony as blood-soaked trees were felled all around them.
Those held at gunpoint by the Imperial Guard were forced to watch the felling of the trees, and the gruesome deaths of those that had failed to unchain themselves. Any that looked away were bashed over the head with a rifle stock.
The screams of the Protestors being disembowelled by the Lumberjack's Chainsaws or being crushed by falling trees reverberated around the area, sending a flock of birds into the sky...
Ikon Furniture, Port Royal, Roycelandia
"And here, we have this lovely bedside table, ideal for the Guest Bedroom, or even the hallway, made from Polished Pine, with an African motif..."
"What's that funny red stain? I don't recall Pine being red..."
"It's a cross-breed of trees... yeah, that's it..."
"Oh, OK then. It has a delightful African feel about it... I'll take it!"
Imperial Palace, Port Royal
"That'll teach those Hippies a lesson. If you catch any of them off Coral Palm Island, break their legs and leave them in a ditch by the side of the road."
"Yes, Your Majesty..."
"And tell RskyB to broadcast something INTERESTING for a change. I'm sick of lifestyle shows, cooking shows, and chat shows. I expect more gunfire, porn, and comedy on the air by this evening."
"It shall be done, Your Majesty."
OOC: In case you hadn't guessed, Roycelandia has launched a crackdown on Hippies...