Yafor 2
18-12-2004, 15:30
OOC:Ajer is my capital city.
He guided his SUV slowly, keeping mind to be inconspicous. He was the last of the now-destroyed LFE terrorist movement. Boris Skaladanov, the second-in-command still lived. Alexander Emperov now rested in prison and Boris had no urgent need to free him. He would do something worthawhile with his life, free millions, from tyranny and pain, with his last breath. With the suicide car bomb in the back of his car, he would kill Elected Duke Rudiv Sodo and Chief Minister Guillermo Vicente. In one stroke, he would free Yafor 2!
He had timed it perfectly. Two people stepped out of the Presidential office next to the National Mint. He drove faster, speeding through police secuirity, ignoring the futile crys of "Stop!". Fools, like all Yaforites who supported the governement.
He was halfway there, when he realized his mistake. He was going too fast! The Elected Duke recodnized something was amiss, then drew a pistol out of his belt. Boris almost stopped in surprise. He hadn't know the elected duke was armed. Rudiv Sodo gravely raised his pistol and shot. It missed Boris, but his the wheel. He spun out of control, truning right and left. Past the allyway behind the mint, he realized he was in Captain Square, one of Ajer's many open air markets. He had lost conrol, he now realized. His SUV shot forward, his the fountain in the center of the square, and exploded. The last thing Boris Skaladanov saw was the laughing face of the satyr on the fountain, mocking him and his failed assassination attempt.
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Rudiv Sodo was afraid as he stepped to the podium. He was a speaker who fired on his crowd, implanted emotion inside them. But for once he felt afraid. 26 people had died there, 26. At least 114 people were injured. And his people turned to him to help them in this time of woe.
He began to speak, letting his emotion and sadness flow into his words. He felt exhileration now, now that he knew he could still conrol a crowd. He got to the meat of his speech and thn sloped downwards. He was finished, except for a few words.
"And we call upon the international community to help us and aid us in the time of unhappiness and terror.
He guided his SUV slowly, keeping mind to be inconspicous. He was the last of the now-destroyed LFE terrorist movement. Boris Skaladanov, the second-in-command still lived. Alexander Emperov now rested in prison and Boris had no urgent need to free him. He would do something worthawhile with his life, free millions, from tyranny and pain, with his last breath. With the suicide car bomb in the back of his car, he would kill Elected Duke Rudiv Sodo and Chief Minister Guillermo Vicente. In one stroke, he would free Yafor 2!
He had timed it perfectly. Two people stepped out of the Presidential office next to the National Mint. He drove faster, speeding through police secuirity, ignoring the futile crys of "Stop!". Fools, like all Yaforites who supported the governement.
He was halfway there, when he realized his mistake. He was going too fast! The Elected Duke recodnized something was amiss, then drew a pistol out of his belt. Boris almost stopped in surprise. He hadn't know the elected duke was armed. Rudiv Sodo gravely raised his pistol and shot. It missed Boris, but his the wheel. He spun out of control, truning right and left. Past the allyway behind the mint, he realized he was in Captain Square, one of Ajer's many open air markets. He had lost conrol, he now realized. His SUV shot forward, his the fountain in the center of the square, and exploded. The last thing Boris Skaladanov saw was the laughing face of the satyr on the fountain, mocking him and his failed assassination attempt.
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Rudiv Sodo was afraid as he stepped to the podium. He was a speaker who fired on his crowd, implanted emotion inside them. But for once he felt afraid. 26 people had died there, 26. At least 114 people were injured. And his people turned to him to help them in this time of woe.
He began to speak, letting his emotion and sadness flow into his words. He felt exhileration now, now that he knew he could still conrol a crowd. He got to the meat of his speech and thn sloped downwards. He was finished, except for a few words.
"And we call upon the international community to help us and aid us in the time of unhappiness and terror.