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The knock at the door was unexpected.
Mark Sizzum frowned, puzzled, and stood up to go answer the door. He put aside his copy of Das Kapital and walked over to the door. He opened it.
No one was there.
"Hello?" he said, looking around.
No answer.
He shrugged, assuming it had just been a neighborhood kid playing Ding-Dong-Ditch, and he turned around.
The instant he did so, he felt powerful arms seize him and pull him off the top step and haul him into the bushes. His mouth was taped shut and he was handcuffed before he could make a sound. He was carried into a black van with bulletproof windows, the kind that nobody could see or hear through. He was driven away to prison.

* * * *

At prison, he was strapped into a chair. His arms and legs were securely bound so he could not move them at all. Then, his neck was cuffed to the chair so he could not turn it. His eyelids were pulled back and taped down, so he could not close his eyes. Then, a fine, misty, painless chemical was squirted in his eyes, permanently freezing them in place. Never again would he able to move them. An IV tube was inserted in his arm so he could be fed intravenously, and catheters were also put in place.
Now the torture would begin.
Two very fat men with enormous, drooping, excessively hairy stomachs walked in with a cart that had a big screen TV and a VCR. They had long pairs of white shorts on and black executioner masks, but no shirts. They plugged the equipment into the outlet, inserted a video tape, turned on the TV, and pressed play.
The real horror began there.
The tape began to play, and the man beheld the sight of the ultimate evil, and heard a sinister song being sung by possessed children:
"Barney is a dinosaur, from our imagination..."
He screamed in mindless agony, screaming at the top of his lungs, excruciatingly traumatized. He had no choice but to watch, no choice but to witness the ultimate terror.
For the rest of his life he would be forced to watch Barney 24 hours a day...

Thousands of other communists have been arrested and subjected to the exact same torture.

You are a genius. Hats off to RB.

You are a genius. Hats off to RB.

Thanks, GE! :p

((OOC: I woulda done that and get them anally raped at the same time...))

((OOC: I woulda done that and get them anally raped at the same time...))

Me, too, but the mods warned me not to make it too graphic (I almost got deleted for a torture scene from another thread), so I'm trying to keep it clean.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=350870

Here is the best execution of all time.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=350870

Here is the best execution of all time.

Brilliant! That was awesome!

A pair of men, dressed in anonymous suits, with drab greyish overcoats, were waiting to enter Roach-Busters. They carried nothing unusual on their persons, yet they were, in a very real sense, suicide bombers. Both of them were carrying disease. They were infected with Spanish Flu. According to their meticulously-faked passports, they were workers coming back home to work on an electrical installation in the capital.

Holy Paradise applauds your efforts, RB. Our country is about to begin executions of leaders of Communist groups and deport their followers.

Holy Paradise applauds your efforts, RB. Our country is about to begin executions of leaders of Communist groups and deport their followers.

Thanks for your support. We think it is great what you are doing. Roach-Busters wishes Holy Paradise the best of luck in accomplishing their noble mission.

The pair stood, making idle conversation about the weather, sports, life in general. They laughed at shared memories that they had rehearsed for weeks, and then descended into coughing fits. People around them frowned and moved away as the tiny droplets of water vapour - and myriad virions - settled on them. People were breathing in their death, all around them.
"Surely are we blessed to have come here," said the first man.
"Aye, that we are. It is a glorious opportunity."

A pair of men, dressed in anonymous suits, with drab greyish overcoats, were waiting to enter Roach-Busters. They carried nothing unusual on their persons, yet they were, in a very real sense, suicide bombers. Both of them were carrying disease. They were infected with Spanish Flu. According to their meticulously-faked passports, they were workers coming back home to work on an electrical installation in the capital.

My nation is an island. Surrounded by warships. There also thousands of missile launchers on each shore, and dozens of military bases- both RB and allied- everywhere. Everyone is thoroughly checked before they can be admitted. Any suspicious-looking ships or planes that are clearly not Roach-Busterian or affiliated with any of RB's trading partners or allies are shot on sight. Just so you know.

The pair stood, making idle conversation about the weather, sports, life in general. They laughed at shared memories that they had rehearsed for weeks, and then descended into coughing fits. People around them frowned and moved away as the tiny droplets of water vapour - and myriad virions - settled on them. People were breathing in their death, all around them.
"Surely are we blessed to have come here," said the first man.
"Aye, that we are. It is a glorious opportunity."

((OOC: RB, I suggest you ignore this as a godmod. Surely you have better security than he claims. These men would have been stopped.))

((OOC: RB, I suggest you ignore this as a godmod. Surely you have better security than he claims. These men would have been stopped.))

Okay. Thanks.

OOC: OK, have to use the cruder solution.

IC: The time had come. The need for action was urgent. Roach-Busters was clearly a nation with murderous intent unparallelled by any other, and there was no time to lose if punishment were to be administered. Dockyard A14 was now closed off to anybody not wearing a clean-suit, and none who were not wearing one would have dared enter it anyway. At the dock's pier were two Juliett-II guided-missile submarines, their missile hatches open, waiting for their payloads to be slung in. The crane operators sweated profusely in their suits as they gently moved the missiles over the hatchways, then lowered them in, guided by the men standing on the stone pier.

The loading of all 12 missiles onto each ship took 3 hours, and at the end of it, not one man's hands were not shaking. The crew of the ship knew their mission, and would carry it out, no matter what, but they were still afraid. After all, their orders in the event of a missile rupture were to proceed to deep water and scuttle the ship - with themselves aboard.

With a thunder of diesel engines, the first of the ships, B-107, shuddered into life. The ship seemed to shake itself full of heat, and then, as the lines were cast off, moved away into the bay. Once it was 3 miles out, the submarine dived, and began to run at 5 knots towards the North Channel. From there she would proceed out into the Pacific Ocean, and be joined by her nuclear escort, the K-102, an Akula-III SSN. The crewmen looked at the rocket tubes as they passed. One or two made the sign of the cross when nobody was looking, as they read the dread letters stencilled on the missiles: PV-212 (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=355167).

((OOC: RB, I suggest you ignore this as a godmod. Surely you have better security than he claims. These men would have been stopped.))

How? People get flu all the time, mate. If they were on a plane or a ship coming into the country, they would have been infecting people all the while (more so on a plane, closed system after all). Unless you're proposing that RB is just totally sealed off from the entire world, of course.

Cool post, DPUO. Lol, I like your name, too. Btw, will there be a war between us?

OOC: Ug. I hope not, it's getting tiring. Too much war; I feel like I've fought them all. These subs have been sent because they're stealthy, so the idea is for them to approach within launch range (300 miles) and then volley off the missiles, dive and get away before they can be localised.

And thanks :)

Official Imperial Statement

Any and all forms of direct aggressive action, no matter how small, taken against our oldest and most illustrious ally of Roach-Busters will be met with a full and complete Generian nuclear retalliation.

OOC: Ug. I hope not, it's getting tiring. Too much war. These subs have been sent because they're stealthy, so the idea is for them to approach within launch range (300 miles) and then volley off the missiles, dive and get away before they can be localised.

Okay, cool. Fire away.

Official Imperial Statement

Any and all forms of direct aggressive action, no matter how small, taken against our oldest and most illustrious ally of Roach-Busters will be met with a full and complete Generian nuclear retalliation.

RB deeply thanks GE for its support. May our longlasting friendship never die!

Thousands of ICBMs loaded with nuclear payloads have been launched at DPUO for attacking our great ally, Roach-Busters.

OOC: Lol, nice word choice there :) Anyways, on with the show.

IC: "Control, sonar, contact Sierra-12 fading." The B-107s Chief Sonar Officer played with his sonar's control systems, listening out for the telltale signs that would give them the origin of the submarine - he thought it was a submarine, anyway - off their port bow. "Localising him's a bugger, but I think..." The CSO closed his eyes and concentrated hard. "Yeah...yeah. He's got an Akula-III engine and prop noise. Must be one of the later ones, with the new pump; I can barely hear that. Damn things are getting too quiet."
B-107's captain smiled wryly.

"You can never be too quiet in a submarine, old boy," he commented. He was Captain Second Rank Andrew Maine, and he was, as he had put it to his XO, "shitting myself." He knew the insanity of their mission only too well. If they were found, they were to fight and die rather than be captured. If the sub was captured, or even identified, there could be a massive war. Even if it wasn't, and the strike were successful, he was going to be responsible for mass-murder. Is this what I joined the service for? He shook his head grimly, and turned back to the CSO.

"Where do you put him?"
"About...20 kilometres off, bearing 325-ish...OUCH!" bellowed the CSO. He flung his headphones to the floor and rubbed his ears angrily as the hull range softly to the sound of a medium-frequency active sonar; the Akula was pinging them. You're safe, I'm your friend.

Thousands of ICBMs loaded with nuclear payloads have been launched at DPUO for attacking our great ally, Roach-Busters.

Thank you for your support, HP. May our friendship never die!

Thousands of ICBMs loaded with nuclear payloads have been launched at DPUO for attacking our great ally, Roach-Busters.

Really? Well since it's not happened yet, I'll thank you not to do that. And since if it does happen, it's little concern of your, I'd think it a little stupid. And since if it is successful, then nobody should know who launched them anyway...well, you get the idea.

Communism is a disease, a parasite that latches onto a strong nation and festers. ITD sends its commendation for this glorious attempt at removing this vile parasite from our earth.

Communism is a disease, a parasite that latches onto a strong nation and festers. ITD sends its commendation for this glorious attempt at removing this vile parasite from our earth.

We gracefully thank you for your support. Together, may liberty and capitalism reign, and may communism burn in Hell!

OOC: Blarg, what now? I can't decide what to do now. Heh. Oh well, off to bed I go.

Mauiwowee fully supports Roach Busters desire to remove the stupidity of communism from the discontented members of its society and will gladly supply military support to RB in this matter if need be. We must, however, decry the use of toture and Barney videos on these malcontents. They are merely uneducated and ill-informed as to the benefits of capitalism and free enterprise and do not understand the failure of communism as an means to equality and freedom. We would suggest that future prisoners be placed in re-education camps and required to watch re-runs of "The Aprentice."

Thousands of ICBMs loaded with nuclear payloads have been launched at DPUO for attacking our great ally, Roach-Busters.

[OOC: Um, IGNORED for being a blatantly n00bish reaction.]

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The Iron Concordiat also throws its support behind RB in this matter, communists must be destroyed and we support any country doing so.

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