The Burnsian Desert
02-10-2004, 20:57
OOC: This is my "I'm Back" post. I'm sure a few of you remember me.
IC:
The air buzzes inside of the capital rotunda. Several tiers of seats were filled completely, with the 'peanut gallery' area packed to standing room only. On the stage from which all the seats radiated stood a single brown podium with the royal seal emblazoned on its front. A large plasma flatscreen television hung on the wall around fifteen feet behind the podium, showing the Burnsian flag billowing proudly in the wind. Two white men with reflective sunglasses and ear buds stood with their hands folded in front of them on either side of the stage.
Suddenly, a man in a midnight blue suit marches proudly from the side of the stage. Every man, woman and child in the conglomerate of people rose to their feet, clapping and cheering.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" said the man over the microphone, waving to the audience. "Yes, thank you. My name is Joahn Mayor, and I am the Regional Represenative of our beautiful Peninsula!"
The crowd began clapping wildly and enthusiastically, especially those sitting in the 'Peninsula' section.
"And now, may I please announce, your Queen and King, Sylvia and William Fabus!!"
Now the crowd got really wild, hooting and shouting as the pair came on stage. The two, holding hands and waving, reached the podium enthusiastically.
"Hello citizens!" said Sylvia into the microphone. "Today marks the first public announcement of our new plan. As some of you may have noticed, your friends, neighbors and relatives have been disappearing. Well, I am here to announce, to the entire nation and to the rest of the world, that this is no mistake. This is no joke. This is no dream. We have begun the genetic purification of The Burnsian Desert."
As soon as Sylvia said the word, 'Desert', gunshots rained down on the Native Burnsians in the crowd below from the rafters. Heads split open, brains and blood spilled onto the floor. It all happened in an instant, but to the only ones left in the crowd, the whites, it seemed like in eternity, moving in slow motion.
OOC: So, how's my RP-ing?
IC:
The air buzzes inside of the capital rotunda. Several tiers of seats were filled completely, with the 'peanut gallery' area packed to standing room only. On the stage from which all the seats radiated stood a single brown podium with the royal seal emblazoned on its front. A large plasma flatscreen television hung on the wall around fifteen feet behind the podium, showing the Burnsian flag billowing proudly in the wind. Two white men with reflective sunglasses and ear buds stood with their hands folded in front of them on either side of the stage.
Suddenly, a man in a midnight blue suit marches proudly from the side of the stage. Every man, woman and child in the conglomerate of people rose to their feet, clapping and cheering.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" said the man over the microphone, waving to the audience. "Yes, thank you. My name is Joahn Mayor, and I am the Regional Represenative of our beautiful Peninsula!"
The crowd began clapping wildly and enthusiastically, especially those sitting in the 'Peninsula' section.
"And now, may I please announce, your Queen and King, Sylvia and William Fabus!!"
Now the crowd got really wild, hooting and shouting as the pair came on stage. The two, holding hands and waving, reached the podium enthusiastically.
"Hello citizens!" said Sylvia into the microphone. "Today marks the first public announcement of our new plan. As some of you may have noticed, your friends, neighbors and relatives have been disappearing. Well, I am here to announce, to the entire nation and to the rest of the world, that this is no mistake. This is no joke. This is no dream. We have begun the genetic purification of The Burnsian Desert."
As soon as Sylvia said the word, 'Desert', gunshots rained down on the Native Burnsians in the crowd below from the rafters. Heads split open, brains and blood spilled onto the floor. It all happened in an instant, but to the only ones left in the crowd, the whites, it seemed like in eternity, moving in slow motion.
OOC: So, how's my RP-ing?