Chinlanikistan
26-11-2004, 09:38
OOC: Since i couldnt get anyone else to help or join in with the other RP, this one takes place three years later, after everything has setteled down.
I need someone to play the role of a terrorist nation, along with anyone else who can think of anything else to do
IC:
The president of three years shuffles through his papers on his desk. The second election is coming up, and he has to present his case to the council members. He sighs and lays back in his imported leather chair and takes a trip into his own memory.
Three years ago, after the bloody 5 day war, as it came to be known, he was elected as the first president of Chinlanikistan. He was favored to gain maybe the 8th or 9th seat in the council, but surprisingly, he received a call one morning, letting him know he had become president.
He had done plenty of great things, as a first president, hadn't he? He strengthened the economy, trained the military, opened up schools for boys. He had been fair to the people. During his three year reign, he only had 6 people executed. What about international affairs? Perhaps the council would want a president that can speak to other nations. During his three years, not once had he strengthened any ties in the nations. Perhaps, if he should win his second election, he would do just that. The people had favored him the first time, but this time the decision was not in the hands of the people, but that of the councils.
A knock on his door jolts him out of dreamland, and he immediatly reaches for the gun in his desk. "Mr.President, sir, may i come in?" it was his intern. Why had he been so jumpy? Oh well. He allows the intern in. "What is it?" "We just received information about who your going to be running against in the upcoming year. They have just been nominated." He holds up a brown envelope. The president takes it and orders him out. Walking slowly back to his desk he sits down, and opens the envelope. Two stacks of stapled papers are pulled out. The first one contains information about a Sajan Mohama. That name sounded familar, he was one of the lucky prison survivors from the 5 day war, originally ordered to be executed. The second face was completly unfamilar, infact, he looked almost to be of European descent. His name was Maddas Neissuh.
How would he compete against a military veteran like Sajan?? Perhaps he should go on a campaign. Now even though the decision isnt in the hands of the people, the people still have a strong say in who becomes president, as they can convince the council members. If the council members dont listen to the people, then they may find themselves out of a job soon. Its all another part of the grand scheme labeled politics.
Then, for some odd reason, maybe instinct, the president ducked under his desk, and pulled out his pistol. Almost a second later, a shot rang through, and shattered the window behind where he had been sitting. If he had been a second late, the bullet surely would have penetrated his skull, killing him. The door in his office slammed open, as his personal guards came into the room, guns aimed around. The president crawled out from under the desk, and ran to the door. The story was on CINN news minutes later.
I need someone to play the role of a terrorist nation, along with anyone else who can think of anything else to do
IC:
The president of three years shuffles through his papers on his desk. The second election is coming up, and he has to present his case to the council members. He sighs and lays back in his imported leather chair and takes a trip into his own memory.
Three years ago, after the bloody 5 day war, as it came to be known, he was elected as the first president of Chinlanikistan. He was favored to gain maybe the 8th or 9th seat in the council, but surprisingly, he received a call one morning, letting him know he had become president.
He had done plenty of great things, as a first president, hadn't he? He strengthened the economy, trained the military, opened up schools for boys. He had been fair to the people. During his three year reign, he only had 6 people executed. What about international affairs? Perhaps the council would want a president that can speak to other nations. During his three years, not once had he strengthened any ties in the nations. Perhaps, if he should win his second election, he would do just that. The people had favored him the first time, but this time the decision was not in the hands of the people, but that of the councils.
A knock on his door jolts him out of dreamland, and he immediatly reaches for the gun in his desk. "Mr.President, sir, may i come in?" it was his intern. Why had he been so jumpy? Oh well. He allows the intern in. "What is it?" "We just received information about who your going to be running against in the upcoming year. They have just been nominated." He holds up a brown envelope. The president takes it and orders him out. Walking slowly back to his desk he sits down, and opens the envelope. Two stacks of stapled papers are pulled out. The first one contains information about a Sajan Mohama. That name sounded familar, he was one of the lucky prison survivors from the 5 day war, originally ordered to be executed. The second face was completly unfamilar, infact, he looked almost to be of European descent. His name was Maddas Neissuh.
How would he compete against a military veteran like Sajan?? Perhaps he should go on a campaign. Now even though the decision isnt in the hands of the people, the people still have a strong say in who becomes president, as they can convince the council members. If the council members dont listen to the people, then they may find themselves out of a job soon. Its all another part of the grand scheme labeled politics.
Then, for some odd reason, maybe instinct, the president ducked under his desk, and pulled out his pistol. Almost a second later, a shot rang through, and shattered the window behind where he had been sitting. If he had been a second late, the bullet surely would have penetrated his skull, killing him. The door in his office slammed open, as his personal guards came into the room, guns aimed around. The president crawled out from under the desk, and ran to the door. The story was on CINN news minutes later.