NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This will be a private RP until the war starts. What war? You will see

Amongst the slums of Chinlin, Chinlanikistans flourishing capital city, an old man walks home, as he is approached by a group of thugs. The smallest one walks up to him and begins to speak

"Hey, old man, what cha got there??"

"That is really none of your business."

"Why you bein a jackass? I just asked what you got there."

"And i replied that its none of your business."

The old man keeps walking on, as two of the silent thugs head him off. The smaller one pulls out a switchblade from his tattered rags.

"Dont make me cut you old man, give me your shit."

"Your father beat you throughout your childhood, your mother was a prostitute who abandoned you. Your younger brother whom you cared for was kidnapped, raped, tortured and murdered by a street gang. You found them and killed them off one by one. You were promptly arrested and sent to jail for mass murder. You escaped, and are still on the run from the law."

"Wha the...."

"I can change all of that. I can give you the childhood you never had. Follow me, and i will give you what you always wanted."

The old man waves his arms, and the small thug sees his little brother instead of the old man in his place. The little boy speaks to him.

"Gehran? Its me. Where have you been? Why didnt you save me??? Why did you let them do this to me????"

The thug staggers back

"NO! IT CANT BE! YOUR DEAD....IM SORRY...Im...sorry."

The boy fades away, and the old man is in his place once again.

"Follow me, and you shall be forgiven. Abandon your ways of treachery, robbery, and murder."

The thug drops his switchblade, and him and his two larger companions walk off silently, without a word.

The old man whom you read about earlier enters his house. He looks down onto the floor and notices the mail. Nothing of interest. Bills, the usual. something catches his eye though, an advertisement.


"Want your spot on Television? Call 34-744-5 to purchase an ad on television. Only two hundred Peno's a minute!"

The old man picks the advertisement up and walks over to the phone.

"I would like to purchase 5 minutes on your television program. Thank you. And no your husband is not cheating on you." He hangs up the phone before the operator can reply.

He prepares his five minute speech. The next day, it airs on CINN.

"To the most priviliged peoples of Chinlanikistan. I come with you with a message from the god Allah. I am here to let all of you know that you can be saved. Do not listen to the school and governments interpretation of Allah. Only i can speak his true words. The government has twisted Allahs words beyond reconigtion. The govern-"

The commercial cuts off in midair, leaving many Chinlani citizens extremly confused and upset. What had they just seen. No one could have known that this would be the moment to spark a great uprising in Chinlanikistan.

The old man sighs as his commercial is cut off, and walks to the door slowly. There stands two Chinlani police officers, one dark brown skinnned, and the another with pale white skin.

"By orders of the President, we are to take you away." The old man and the dark skinned man speak simeotaneously.

"What the?" the dark skinned man speaks.

"Your name is Jaren Kabdul Ahre Pakki Torin. You are 35 years old. Your father fought in the American/Iraqi war and was killed by insurgents. Your mother brought you up singlehandedly along with 5 other brothers. When you turned sixteen, you joined the military acedemy. After being deemed unfit for the military, you turned to the police force. You have placed three of your brothers in jail, and killed one in the line of duty by accident. The fifth is still alive, but not for long. He has just stabbed himself, and is bleeding profusely. Your mother doesnt know what to do, you should go save him now."

At this, the Jaren, unsure of what to do, or why he believes him, takes off running. The pale man looks at the old man, and backs off slowly

"Tis alright, i shall come with you to the police station."

The pale man tensely places the handcuffs on the old man, and leads him to the car. On the way to the car, the old man speaks

"Dont worry, its only a cold. She will be fine."

At hearing this, the man relaxes slightly. As they walk into the police station, two men, wearing luxirous armani suits, remove him from the custody of the pale man, and orders him to go about his duties.

"Wait a second! What are you doing with him! He has done no harm!"

"Officer, please go back to your duties. This is in the matter of the federal government now."

The old man smiles at the pale man

"Dont worry, i shall be alright"

"Shut up, come on with us old man!"

The old man walks within the custody of the federal men, whom have no name at this moment, keeping silent. They soon reach a tall, menacing building. Deformed gargoyles perched on the roof glare down at the city, sending a slight shiver down the back of all who look at them. The two men push him roughly into the building, where he is led to a room, which contains a single table and one other man. One of the feds walks out, and the other locks the door, standing as a guard. The old man sits down. The other man looks him in the eye, and sits down opposite the table as well

"What is your name?"

"Hurcs Jitess"

"Well, Hurcs, do you know you can be executed under multiple charges??"

"Which are?"

"Heresy, Intent to spark a riot, libel, and some other ones which i can easily invent"

"Why would you lie to get someone killed? Do you get pleasure from that?"

"Perhaps, yes. I would get another lunatic as yourself off the street."

"Im sorry about your father."

"Excuse me?"

"Your father, he was taken hostage, and held for ransom. The government refused to have his ransom paid, so they killed him. I can reunite you with him. Just follow me."

"How did you..?"

"And you" He says, turning to the guard. "I can help your wife, let me see her, and i can rid her of the disease that plagues her heart. Follow me."

The two men in the room, abandoning their former "Tough guy" guise, stand up, and without a word, lead Hurcs out of the room.

"Hes just insane, were taking him to the asylum" The two men state to the second guard outside. They lead him out of the building, and set him free.

The next day, at one of the town squares, Hurcs stands on an elevated platform, and speaks out to the public.

"Allah is coming, are you ready? I am here to save you!"

At this statement, a few people flock to him, but most regard him as a raving lunatic.

Hurcs turns to one of the older women who has approached him.

"Your husband is still alive, fear not my dear woman. He is searching for you. As a matter of fact, he is here now."

Hurcs smiles as he watches the matriarch reunite with her long-lost husband. He turns back to the larger gathering crowd.

"Bring to me your sick and wounded, and i shall heal them. You, kind sir, come up to me, allow me to remove that dreaded Alzheimers from your body."

A frail old man slowly walks up the platform, cautiously, toward Hurcs. It seems that apon approaching him, he is healed instantly. His posture shoots up, and his bones seem to straighten out. Getting close, he is able to move parts of his body he was previously unable to move before, he stretches like he has not stretched in twenty years.

"What on earth..how?"

"You have been pious to Allah, and he has rewarded you. Now go."

Soon a very large crowd gathers, listening to Hurcs.

"The government is corrupt, they have lost all the basic virtues of Islam. I am saddened by the constant state of war, suspicion, and controversy commonly associated with our once glorious religon. All Allah asks, is to treat others kindly. There is no evil, the westerners are no more evil than our own selves. Allah does not ask that you give up your life just for the religon. He does not treat women as inferiors. The misinterpretations have deeply upset me, along with Allah. Follow me, and we shall bring abo-"

For the second time in a row, Hurcs speech is inturrupted, this time by a large police force, pushing their way through the crowd.

"Break it up. You sir, do you have a license to speak here??"

"A license, to preach Allahs teachings. What has our government become.."

"Sir get down from there, return home."

Hurcs ignores the police, and continues speaking

"We shall bring about a new revolution, free of corruption, of death, of lies and deciet. Just by listening to the teachings, all of your sins are being washed away. "

The police begin to advance apon Hurcs platform, and suddenly stop dead in their tracks. The citizens block their way.

"Listen to him, he speaks the truth."

What is this phenomenon, is it truely a messenger of Allah, or a deranged heretic??

(OOC: actually theres two ways this can go, everyone can be brainwashed, and attempt to take over the government, resulting in Anarchy, and hurcs is actually some sort of demon, OR Hurcs is the messiah, and he is captured, and executed, sparking an uprising..Im not sure yet)