Sirens of Titan
22-12-2004, 18:31
OOC: Hogsweat agrees with this.
Seynar looked at the cloudy sky, dusk was settling on the capital city of Hogsweat, an insignificant place in Hogsweat. Seynar lived there his whole life, he has a loving wife and good children. Followers of Hogswetian Socialism, and faithful to the Hammer and Sickle. But the calling of the Order was irrevocable, he must obey. He worked as an electrotechnician, a gifted one. He recently expanded his territory of his works and several skilled workers joined his ranks. Even though they were all different in age, gender and lenght they all felt like they were brothers. The success of their little company grew and they were given various prestigious orders.
*****
It was a day to celebrate in the national Hogswetian stock exchange. The glorious five-year plans of the government have given more wealth to the people and the factories produced more of everything and the Pound grew in value. A party was thrown to congratulate the hard financial workers of the State and to share ideas and concepts. The recent happenings of terror in ViZion were a bit of a party pooper and the guards were omnipresent. Security was at a maximum level and people were asked to report any suspicious movements. Seynar knew this and he even reported a crook who was lurking about near the factory where he works.
Time passed but the calling was still there. A man from the west entered his dreams, he mumbled some inaudible words but they made him wake up in sweat and tears. His wife tried to calm him but it didn't help. He had to finish the only task they would ever give him in his life. He had abandon his fear.
The next day started as usual, he read the paper and went to work but when Seynar came home, a foreboding letter waited restless on the dinner table. There was no mistake about it; it was from them. He quickly opened it and gently read every word of it. Then he burned it in the fireplace. Yes, the orders were clear.
Three days later...
The preperations were done but something was still missing. The lights on the outside of the stock exchange! A celebration isn't complete without the look of prosperity and shedding light in dark times. The city council ordered the best and most skilled electrical engineers of Hogsweat, Seynars little enterprise, to install the lightning on the building.
Oh ignorance, oh lack of keen sight, you will destroy your own confidence in structual security.
The message was sent and Seynar agreed happy. The celebration was to be held in a few days so he gathered every worker of his little factory, everybodies wife and children to prepare the lightbulbs and other technical gadgets. With home made C4. The forbidden knowlegde of creating tools of destruction or rising against the regime was a dangerous business but they had to. For six days and nights with little or no sleep they prepared the lightbulbs. The electrical system was perfect, nobody would notice any changes. They were heavier but since nobody other than the electrical team was allowed to touch them this wasn't a problem. They were all colored dark red to light up as "communist red" so nobody would notice the deadly charges in it.
*****
They started early in the morning and fter hours of hard labour the walls of square building was covered with lights. Since the party would start with a lunch in the afternoon so they didn't have to turn them on until tonight. On streetlevel the biggest light emitting tubes were placed, filled with C4. Seynar and his team were ordered to leave when the security officers were given the remote control to "light" the whole setting.
Only a few more minutes until darkness would reach the stock exchange. The button was pushed and well... None of the guests inside lived to tell the tale. Because of a few minor architectural errors the exploding walls pulled the floors enforced into the outer walls of the building with them, making the central construction collapse under its own weight.
Death, darkness and dismay. Fire and blood, sweat and tears. The pounding heart of the Hogsweatian economy halted. Hogsweat is in the grasp of terror. Victims who walked the streets during the blast laid limbless on the sidewalk covered in debris, others walked around in panic waiting for help to arrive. But it's too late. The flag of Hogsweat laid on a sewerlid, covered in mud and blood. Today a nation built of helping and international cooperation lost its innocence.
Seynars only job was done.
Seynar looked at the cloudy sky, dusk was settling on the capital city of Hogsweat, an insignificant place in Hogsweat. Seynar lived there his whole life, he has a loving wife and good children. Followers of Hogswetian Socialism, and faithful to the Hammer and Sickle. But the calling of the Order was irrevocable, he must obey. He worked as an electrotechnician, a gifted one. He recently expanded his territory of his works and several skilled workers joined his ranks. Even though they were all different in age, gender and lenght they all felt like they were brothers. The success of their little company grew and they were given various prestigious orders.
*****
It was a day to celebrate in the national Hogswetian stock exchange. The glorious five-year plans of the government have given more wealth to the people and the factories produced more of everything and the Pound grew in value. A party was thrown to congratulate the hard financial workers of the State and to share ideas and concepts. The recent happenings of terror in ViZion were a bit of a party pooper and the guards were omnipresent. Security was at a maximum level and people were asked to report any suspicious movements. Seynar knew this and he even reported a crook who was lurking about near the factory where he works.
Time passed but the calling was still there. A man from the west entered his dreams, he mumbled some inaudible words but they made him wake up in sweat and tears. His wife tried to calm him but it didn't help. He had to finish the only task they would ever give him in his life. He had abandon his fear.
The next day started as usual, he read the paper and went to work but when Seynar came home, a foreboding letter waited restless on the dinner table. There was no mistake about it; it was from them. He quickly opened it and gently read every word of it. Then he burned it in the fireplace. Yes, the orders were clear.
Three days later...
The preperations were done but something was still missing. The lights on the outside of the stock exchange! A celebration isn't complete without the look of prosperity and shedding light in dark times. The city council ordered the best and most skilled electrical engineers of Hogsweat, Seynars little enterprise, to install the lightning on the building.
Oh ignorance, oh lack of keen sight, you will destroy your own confidence in structual security.
The message was sent and Seynar agreed happy. The celebration was to be held in a few days so he gathered every worker of his little factory, everybodies wife and children to prepare the lightbulbs and other technical gadgets. With home made C4. The forbidden knowlegde of creating tools of destruction or rising against the regime was a dangerous business but they had to. For six days and nights with little or no sleep they prepared the lightbulbs. The electrical system was perfect, nobody would notice any changes. They were heavier but since nobody other than the electrical team was allowed to touch them this wasn't a problem. They were all colored dark red to light up as "communist red" so nobody would notice the deadly charges in it.
*****
They started early in the morning and fter hours of hard labour the walls of square building was covered with lights. Since the party would start with a lunch in the afternoon so they didn't have to turn them on until tonight. On streetlevel the biggest light emitting tubes were placed, filled with C4. Seynar and his team were ordered to leave when the security officers were given the remote control to "light" the whole setting.
Only a few more minutes until darkness would reach the stock exchange. The button was pushed and well... None of the guests inside lived to tell the tale. Because of a few minor architectural errors the exploding walls pulled the floors enforced into the outer walls of the building with them, making the central construction collapse under its own weight.
Death, darkness and dismay. Fire and blood, sweat and tears. The pounding heart of the Hogsweatian economy halted. Hogsweat is in the grasp of terror. Victims who walked the streets during the blast laid limbless on the sidewalk covered in debris, others walked around in panic waiting for help to arrive. But it's too late. The flag of Hogsweat laid on a sewerlid, covered in mud and blood. Today a nation built of helping and international cooperation lost its innocence.
Seynars only job was done.