Annor
04-12-2004, 09:04
The next Annorian election is fast approaching. The economy is buoyant and people are enjoying the right to live their lives as they wish under the libertarian government of President Michael Snake and his party; the Market Liberals. However on issue has plagued the party; crime.
The President stood before the podium and placed his glasses up on his nose, “Fellow Annorians, I have been privileged to rule in the most glorious times our federation has seen. The average married couple, gay or straight, now finds themselves with more funds than ever before. Income tax has been abolished and unemployment is confined. One thing has stopped us from achieving our goals. Huge crime has crippled our economy. This is the final frontier for this government, reverse the situation here and this government will have one on every battlefield. Thus in coalition with the conservatives, we have just passed a bill allowing us to crack down on crime completely. Tonight the campaign begins. The world will see what crime prevention means.”
Darkness fell over Annor City as the military began encircling the largest of Annor’s slums. “They won’t get away Major, we have every street blocked,” Sergeant Bard.
“Good,” said the Major, “Tell the teams to go in quietly and take the targets.”
The teams went in silently, hunting targets all over Annor. Power had been cut to the slums, blackouts were officially blamed. “Third floor, wasn’t it,” muttered Private Kemp.
“Fool,” said his Sergeant, “How many times do I have to tell you the suspect is in 2B, the second floor.”
They progressed up the apartment block stairs and along the second floor balcony to 2B. “Hammer that door,” hissed the Sergeant.
Private Kemp looked at the cheap, loose door before giving it a firm kicking. As the door swung open, a series of gun shots rang out. Each shot hit Kemp squarely in the chest. He crumpled to the horror of his team mates.
“We weren’t f***in told to expect resistance,” said Private Riley, watching as his former friend bled in the dark.
“Come and get us you bastards,” yelled someone in the flat.
“Stay calm men,” said the Sergeant, “I’m sure there is only one of them in…”
His words were cut short by a rifle blast. The sergeant felt a warm sensation his back before he crumpled into a heap.
His men opened fire into the darkness using torches to try and pick the target. A scream and a body holding a shotgun indicated success.
“What do we do?” asked Private Riley.
The other two members of team had no idea. The three young men charged into a flat full of armed men. None survived.
The President had to explain the disaster of the previous night. Furthermore he had to turn it to his advantage, “My fellow Annorians, last night the army was given the duty of carrying out several arrest warrants in slums. Very few of the warrants were successful. Instead many brave young men are dead of wounded. The slums are in full revolt blaming civilized society for their poverty. Furthermore they demand we provide welfare. However this government is strong and will not give in to such demands. We will meet violence with violence, especially to give them money for not working. Slums are now officially off-limits and no one may leave or enter them. No goods may be crossed into the slums to dry up the revolt. We believe the Socialist party informed the criminals of our planned crackdown and hence all member of the party have been placed under arrest for treason. Furthermore, it has become clear that poverty is the directly linked with crime. Thus, as of 2 0’clock this afternoon poverty is a crime.”
On the border of the largest Annor city slum road blocks were firmly in place. Anyone trying to leave the slum was shot on sight. Artillery could be heard smashing locations in which soldiers had been slaughtered the previous night.
The Major stood before the press and said, “It is general military policy to kill anyone who murders soldiers. As soon as we smash where the murders last were we will blast any inch where we suspect there is some militant socialist or disgruntled beggar.”
One of the journalists asked, “What will you be doing to enforce the new Poor Law?”
The Major laughed, “Enablement Act says the military can do whatever it wants to enforce the law. Our plan is simple we will wipe out every last poor person in this slum. Be it by cannon fire or those roadblocks stopping these traitors from getting food.”
The President stood before the podium and placed his glasses up on his nose, “Fellow Annorians, I have been privileged to rule in the most glorious times our federation has seen. The average married couple, gay or straight, now finds themselves with more funds than ever before. Income tax has been abolished and unemployment is confined. One thing has stopped us from achieving our goals. Huge crime has crippled our economy. This is the final frontier for this government, reverse the situation here and this government will have one on every battlefield. Thus in coalition with the conservatives, we have just passed a bill allowing us to crack down on crime completely. Tonight the campaign begins. The world will see what crime prevention means.”
Darkness fell over Annor City as the military began encircling the largest of Annor’s slums. “They won’t get away Major, we have every street blocked,” Sergeant Bard.
“Good,” said the Major, “Tell the teams to go in quietly and take the targets.”
The teams went in silently, hunting targets all over Annor. Power had been cut to the slums, blackouts were officially blamed. “Third floor, wasn’t it,” muttered Private Kemp.
“Fool,” said his Sergeant, “How many times do I have to tell you the suspect is in 2B, the second floor.”
They progressed up the apartment block stairs and along the second floor balcony to 2B. “Hammer that door,” hissed the Sergeant.
Private Kemp looked at the cheap, loose door before giving it a firm kicking. As the door swung open, a series of gun shots rang out. Each shot hit Kemp squarely in the chest. He crumpled to the horror of his team mates.
“We weren’t f***in told to expect resistance,” said Private Riley, watching as his former friend bled in the dark.
“Come and get us you bastards,” yelled someone in the flat.
“Stay calm men,” said the Sergeant, “I’m sure there is only one of them in…”
His words were cut short by a rifle blast. The sergeant felt a warm sensation his back before he crumpled into a heap.
His men opened fire into the darkness using torches to try and pick the target. A scream and a body holding a shotgun indicated success.
“What do we do?” asked Private Riley.
The other two members of team had no idea. The three young men charged into a flat full of armed men. None survived.
The President had to explain the disaster of the previous night. Furthermore he had to turn it to his advantage, “My fellow Annorians, last night the army was given the duty of carrying out several arrest warrants in slums. Very few of the warrants were successful. Instead many brave young men are dead of wounded. The slums are in full revolt blaming civilized society for their poverty. Furthermore they demand we provide welfare. However this government is strong and will not give in to such demands. We will meet violence with violence, especially to give them money for not working. Slums are now officially off-limits and no one may leave or enter them. No goods may be crossed into the slums to dry up the revolt. We believe the Socialist party informed the criminals of our planned crackdown and hence all member of the party have been placed under arrest for treason. Furthermore, it has become clear that poverty is the directly linked with crime. Thus, as of 2 0’clock this afternoon poverty is a crime.”
On the border of the largest Annor city slum road blocks were firmly in place. Anyone trying to leave the slum was shot on sight. Artillery could be heard smashing locations in which soldiers had been slaughtered the previous night.
The Major stood before the press and said, “It is general military policy to kill anyone who murders soldiers. As soon as we smash where the murders last were we will blast any inch where we suspect there is some militant socialist or disgruntled beggar.”
One of the journalists asked, “What will you be doing to enforce the new Poor Law?”
The Major laughed, “Enablement Act says the military can do whatever it wants to enforce the law. Our plan is simple we will wipe out every last poor person in this slum. Be it by cannon fire or those roadblocks stopping these traitors from getting food.”