NationStates Jolt Archive

RATED PG32
(J/k, Rated R for language and content)


For nearly 10 years the United Pysiers of Truitt has left the international scene, letting all "lose" territories in Cuba, Sweden, and Nigeria all become independant or be sold to thier neighboring governments.

Why did the UP leave so suddenly? Not many nations cared to investigate really, they just thought "About time those hybrid fools left us alone with thier radical views," and thus, the mistake was made.

In the year 1942, two years before Truitt aquired nuclear power, seven world powers set regulations on the radical nation. America, Germany, France, Korea, Russia, Italy, Cuba, and Canada all set their eyes on Truitt and quickly put thier defences torwards them, being a past puppet of Italy in the early parts of the war giving Japan information on the Pacific Fleet.

Soon Cuba gave Truitt something that would change the world forever, although not admedatly. A 10 kiloton experimental nuclear warhead aquired from German scientists. The United Pysiers admedatly went to testing the nuclear warhead, and a regional ally gave them a boost in technology by nearly fifty years worth.

Sicne that day in 1942 when Cuba and Truitt made a deadly trade, Truitt has had an odd eye for military power, but somehow with their radical right-winged ideals, still make the citizens happier than ever. That however changed in 2004.

For six years Truitt left the world and isolated itself. One reason was becouse the last, great Presidente, Enzo O'Conner, died in 2005 and his son, Daniel O'Conner, took the seat of Presidentel Power in the Raptiorist government.

But, Danile O'Conner was only his born name, not his known name, which is Fonzi Jewitt. Fonzi for his good looks and always attracting women, and Jewitt for an old teenage joke when they were all high and he made a remark of being a jewish-wannabe. The name stuck, and thus, his gangster life, although richly lived, still is in the office of Presence Tower, Raptior, Truitt.

The United Pysiers has long since changed, however, mainly in the field they are known for, their military.

The introductory of a revolutionary ramjet-powered hologram-making jet that can be stealthy and deadly in both heavy bombing, fleet protector, and dogfighting roles.

Next to that was a new multi-purpose ship. Five times larger than the ever-popular Doujin it can fly, land, float, and submerg. A massive base able of launching over 500 aircraft and enough missles and ordanance to level Cuba three times over, the Aura (pronoused I-er or EYE-r) is truely an other revolution.

With the final introductory of the final stages of the Emerald Shield Defence and Strategic Combat Network has been completed, with a full assortment of laser, missle, and drone support.

[Now to my introduction to Presidente Fonzi Jewitt]

Fonzi Jewitt, a handsome and muscular young man of 23 walked through the threshold of Presence Tower's Presidente Suite on the top floor. His eyes green and hair red (dyed red of cource, no red-haired gene is in the O'Conner family) flashed in the sunlight. His thin hair flew back as he turnned on the wall coolers, a wonderous sight. His hair was like long strands of red grass, flowing all over, but beautiful and wonderous in its own way.

Admireing Fonzi, Allison Conners finally caught herself and spoke up out of her day dream. "Fonzi, we have a meeting with political officals. They are wondering if we should hold our elections this year or in the next two years. It has long since been eight years since the last election, and the people want to express thier opinion, although most support you." He looked at her and smilled "Why the Hell not? Let 'dem be held as soon as possable. I got ofah eighty percent of da vote anyways." He sat down on his fine leather chair and pulled out his mighty Stevenson C-1 "Cockatiel" Handgun. It was had both single shto and semi-automatic rates of fire, and its clip was small due to its small 3.555 rounds, but it held a massive amount of 20 rounds. It was his pride, used in a fight he and an old rival had, which his reminder was still a few scars on his back from a shotgun blast.

"Yes sir. Do you have any idea when we should send the Prostitution Legallization Propossal should be submitted?" she asked. Prostitution was legal in the United Pysiers until Fonzi's father got into office, and the economy dropped due to international buisness loss. "Send the damn thing through. If those douchebags don't accept it, have dem killed." He said pulling apart the handgun piece by piece. "Yes sir." she said walking out the door. "Damn that blank is hot." he said censoring himself for once in his life.

[Alright, I'm getting tierd of being up for a big test so I will continue this later]

[Presence Tower, Raptior, United Pysiers of Truitt]

Presidente Jewitt turnned his head just enough for his hair to sparkle in the low breeze of the top floor's balcony. His Councilari, Allison Conners, was right next to him. They were enjoying the evenning, and possably thier last time together.
Earlier that day evidence was found that showed an assassination attempt at the Presidentel Annual Parade. Being as stuburn as he was, he tould his cabinet and elective council to continue with plans, and treat this like a normal parade with normal security. Through a massive argument, Fonzi himself had the final say.
He knew that he was wanted dead by a lot of citizens, although most liked his psycotic and radical views that included opinions on racism, sexism, and facism; a mixture not seen before in past officals, be them dictator or presidente. Most liked him for his down to earth views and chruch-state separation and belifes. His openness and first person views also make the people think they can trust this man, well, young adult.

After about ten minutes pasted Fonzi looked up and said to Allison "Alli, yeah know your hot right?" She smilled and had a small laugh under her breath. Truitti dialect in most of the western section of the nation uses the word "hot" as saying "cool." She looked at him, her beautiful hazel eyes and eye shadowed just right eye lids litterally glew in the noon's light from directly above. "Your hot too." They stood there for an other hour, Fonzi's hand around her waist and her head on his shoulder, just watching the clear water of Emerald Bay and the seagulls.Thier silence was finally broken an hour later by the Douvier of Farway.
"Mr. Presidente, we are ready to depart. Are you sure you wish to continue with this? Your likeliness of being attemptive assassinated is six to one." He said in his accent that only a Farbini could have, stressing almost all words with more than one vowel and always stressing the first sylable instead of the last one like Raptiorians. "I'm sure. Lets get this crap done, Friends' last episode comes on tonight." He said walking to the Douvier with a small bit of a chukle from both.

The parade started as usual. A small speech, mainly an address to the nation on the current status of the economy, rights, and propossals.Five minutes into the float portion when the lime-green Presidentel HUMMER H2 Vehicle came out was when everyone got on their toes. The roof was removed for the occasion, usually it was on and armed like a tank. The green neon lights below the body glew, even in the near-evening light that still remainned. But what made everyone jump ws when the hydrolics started to kick in with Fonzi himself at the controls. After the powerful and expencive system did a near 180 degree spin, it burnt out and did doughnuts on the four-lane highway paved on the sides with onlookers. It was more of a show than a parade, but ether way the observers were wowed and amased by Fonzi's inner child and creative mind, expecially when a loaded float right behind the Presidentel Vehicle launched out millions of mini butterfingers from ten side-facing cannons into the crowd. Next came the firetruck infront of the Presidentel Vehicle which sprayed CBI Cream Soda into the crowd. Fonzi's favorite things to eat and drink.
As it came to a close, the parade started to rally up to where the officals, officers, and Black Sheets (Secret Service) were all enjoying themselves, totally absorbed in thier fun other than job. By the time a large mushpit was made at the end of the line, where a concert with the Presidente's heavy metal band playing, Fonzi himself was enjoying himself, no one even thought about the assassination.
When the HUMMER got to the end of the concert stage, it made a large series of hydrolic jumps, which the highest one, about three feet off the ground, Fonzi jumped straight out of the vehicle and landing perfectly on stage. With his usual attitude, he would began with a curce at the crowd, but he grabbed his microphone and as the three others in his band began thier most popular song, "Truitti Band," everyone began an uproar.

After thier lead songs of "Monkey Power" and "Revolting Truitti Slaves" and the one minute and thirty seven secound introduction to "Hell's a Kick" a large gun shot was heard over the roraring bass and blasting drum / lead guitar chatoic impossable to forget rythem. The instruments went quiet in unison, and everyone ducked to the ground, not even Aluminum Tide (Fonzi's band) used guns in thier Presidentel Concerts.

The confusion was so massive that all the federal officals only saw one thing, a Presidente on the deck of the stage with blood spits all over.


[Alright, not much, but I am slowly getting active and will add bit by bit daily. Trust me though, he will live...hopefully]