NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Momanguise agrees with this.

Yanislav was a teacher at a school in Yerevan, Momanguise. He worked there with children and was a kind and tender man. He liked working there and playing with the children until he got the same foreboding letter as Enznor and Seynar in Hogsweat. From that moment, the calling never stopped. He didn't need to read the content of the letter, he could see everything. When he was working, when he was asleep. He had to do this to commit the ultimate form of treason and to prove his commitment to the cause. Only "dead" people could ever become real members of Sirens of Titan. Well, in theory that is.

Everybody heard from the photoless figures known as G. Costinack, A. DuPont and J. Aldebaran. Considered armed and extremely dangerous, reputed to have committed numerous carbombings, school hostages, murder and other heinous crimes. Yanislav must do the same, his mind is trapped in the indoctrination of the government and he will never reach revelation by doing his job. One must do the unthinkable to become one that isn't God or state fearing anymore. Buying explosives isn't a daily job for a man like Yanislav but it's not a hard thing to do. Just find some rebels hiding in Ossetia and buy the explosives no questions asked. To create more mayhem and ruthless slaugher he purchased a few fragmentation grenades, an AK47 and a Bison submachine gun. Fully loaded and extra ammunition were thrown into the trunk and he quietly drove him. He wove to his neighbour and drank a cup of tea with him. They watched a soccer match and had a good time. When it was 12 o' clock in the evening it was time to return to his apartment.

The next morning...

If anyone liked his daily routine, then it has to be Yanislav. Drinking coffee, reading the paper, dressing, brushing teeth and shaving. He drove to the school where he works and gently walked up the steps into the main entrance. He saw Miss Leyna first, who was greeted with a hail of bullets in her chest. The principal got some in his face and then he saw children running away in horror got what they deserved. Both were bleeding to death in the hall while blood was squirting from their bullet wounds. He saw some children trying to jump out of window and when they were going to jump he shot them in the legs and crushed all their bones on the sidewalk. In the girls room he smashed the head of a ten year old against the wall leaving on a gore and bloodstains on the tiles. The lifeless body was thrown in a dustbin. Yanislav walked at easy through the halls, killing. When the ammo of his Bison was depleted he bombed the hiding children and teachers from the classrooms and hidingspots with the grenades. Blood was streaming through the serene halls.

Yanislav entered the pre-school parts of the building and now it was time rest and wait for the police to arrive.

OOC: This RP is a little shorter since Momanguise has to continue parts of it.

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Tagetty Tag...

ooc: Oh holy crap I forgot all about this, give me a minute people.

OOC: Take you time

wot the hell was that all about??????? :headbang:

OOC: Momanguise agrees with this.

Yanislav was a teacher at a school in Yerevan, Momanguise. He worked there with children and was a kind and tender man. He liked working there and playing with the children until he got the same foreboding letter as Enznor and Seynar in Hogsweat. From that moment, the calling never stopped. He didn't need to read the content of the letter, he could see everything. When he was working, when he was asleep. He had to do this to commit the ultimate form of treason and to prove his commitment to the cause. Only "dead" people could ever become real members of Sirens of Titan. Well, in theory that is.

Everybody heard from the photoless figures known as G. Costinack, A. DuPont and J. Aldebaran. Considered armed and extremely dangerous, reputed to have committed numerous carbombings, school hostages, murder and other heinous crimes. Yanislav must do the same, his mind is trapped in the indoctrination of the government and he will never reach revelation by doing his job. One must do the unthinkable to become one that isn't God or state fearing anymore. Buying explosives isn't a daily job for a man like Yanislav but it's not a hard thing to do. Just find some rebels hiding in Ossetia and buy the explosives no questions asked. To create more mayhem and ruthless slaugher he purchased a few fragmentation grenades, an AK47 and a Bison submachine gun. Fully loaded and extra ammunition were thrown into the trunk and he quietly drove him. He wove to his neighbour and drank a cup of tea with him. They watched a soccer match and had a good time. When it was 12 o' clock in the evening it was time to return to his apartment.

The next morning...

If anyone liked his daily routine, then it has to be Yanislav. Drinking coffee, reading the paper, dressing, brushing teeth and shaving. He drove to the school where he works and gently walked up the steps into the main entrance. He saw Miss Leyna first, who was greeted with a hail of bullets in her chest. The principal got some in his face and then he saw children running away in horror got what they deserved. Both were bleeding to death in the hall while blood was squirting from their bullet wounds. He saw some children trying to jump out of window and when they were going to jump he shot them in the legs and crushed all their bones on the sidewalk. In the girls room he smashed the head of a ten year old against the wall leaving on a gore and bloodstains on the tiles. The lifeless body was thrown in a dustbin. Yanislav walked at easy through the halls, killing. When the ammo of his Bison was depleted he bombed the hiding children and teachers from the classrooms and hidingspots with the grenades. Blood was streaming through the serene halls.

Yanislav entered the pre-school parts of the building and now it was time rest and wait for the police to arrive.

OOC: This RP is a little shorter since Momanguise has to continue parts of it.

ooc: Righto, here it is.

ic:

Sing a song of six pence,
Baked in a pie.
Better fly to heaven hence,
Or else I'll surely die...

The assembled refrain was shattered as a stone to water. The crude blast of bullets was ringing in the ears as the infants scattered as sheep would without a shepeard. Some, the more intelligent ones scrambled to the great perspex window that overlooked the vast field between the school and the village that it fed from, and falling and grasping over each other to fight a way to the innocent and virgin air outside. Others ran blindly into the corridor, where they were greeted with a hail of bullets, and they fell screaming and flailing from an opponent they could not see nor understand. The teacher urgently grasped the phone, praying that the old copper system was not down again. She spun the numbers, and as a faint ringing was heard she prayed that someone would answer.

OOC: Trust me, school has been this deadly. Real books by such as R L Stine and anne Rice notwithstanding, just on NS the amount of school-based RPs with lots of death in them is quite astonishing.

By the way, this was inspired by the school attack in Chechnya, was it not?

Pretentious garbage. Sorry if I'm not allowed to pass comment in such threads as this but... it is. Sorry. Go find a publisher.

Pretentious garbage. Sorry if I'm not allowed to pass comment in such threads as this but... it is. Sorry. Go find a publisher.

ooc: And, with all due respect, go find some manners. No offense intended, but if everyone had to be a new shakespeare to post then this would be a dry and barren landscape no?

ooc: And, with all due respect, go find some manners. No offense intended, but if everyone had to be a new shakespeare to post then this would be a dry and barren landscape no?

OoC: Just ignore him Momanguise, just ask him to leave the thread and continue with the RP, I know this will be a good one.

Oh and I nearly forgot, stylish tag.

~Tag

ooc: And, with all due respect, go find some manners. No offense intended, but if everyone had to be a new shakespeare to post then this would be a dry and barren landscape no?
Yeah, well more fool me for reading this. I didn't realise such vile outpourings were permitted here. Consider this my last unwanted contribution to whatever the hell this is supposed be in terms of 'fun'. If you think writing about gunning down children is going to make this thread (and I quote) "a good one" then you're welcome to it.

Yeah, well more fool me for reading this. I didn't realise such vile outpourings were permitted here. Consider this my last unwanted contribution to whatever the hell this is supposed be in terms of 'fun'. If you think writing about gunning down children is going to make this thread (and I quote) "a good one" then you're welcome to it.

OOC: Please take your personal opinions elsewhere, this is Role-Playing not Real-Life. These things happen, they are fun to write about because they are so horrific, hell i've done far worse in my RP's than shoot children.

Basically your message is that RP's should be censored for content, because a few people might get upset by it because they are unable or unwilling to distinguish between Role Playing Character and Out of Character feelings/views.

Get out of this promising thread, if you want to scream about this go do it to the Mods, im sure they will give you a similar response to me.

Sorry, Guff and Mormanguise, do continue.

/end thread hijack

Yeah, well more fool me for reading this. I didn't realise such vile outpourings were permitted here. Consider this my last unwanted contribution to whatever the hell this is supposed be in terms of 'fun'. If you think writing about gunning down children is going to make this thread (and I quote) "a good one" then you're welcome to it.

ooc: You know, I find you as a person more "vile" and "unwanted" than any ic post I have ever read. How many great works of literature have ever dealt with the subject of crime or evil? Did not Shakespeare portray murder, theft and rape? Did not Marlowe write a brilliant play in which the protagonist poisons an entire convent of Nuns?

Far from us being the ignorant ones who are debased enough to write such stuff, it is you sir, you, who is in ignorance here. The world is not a nice place. There are hostage crisis's, children do get shot, and it is in all things terrible but it is also something that will never end. Now, if you hadn't noticed, NS is a game that emulates the real world, understand? In an IC sense, Momanguise is as real as Russia is real, and therefore it is as legitimate to have a hostage crisis in Sangradia as it is in Beslan.

One of the things that I have always admired about this game is the communal spirit, the goodwill between most players. In you, this is absolutely lacking. You are not only a cold degrader of other peoples work, you are a hypocrite because as far as I am aware, you have posted no creative work yourself. I can do without the likes of you, a trolling moron, so please honour your promise and in the future stay well away from both me and my threads.

ooc: And thank you to Dumpsterdam and The Merchant Guilds. It's good to know that I can rely on my good friends in the RWC for support :)

OOC: Great thread, great posts I love it!

IC:
Yanislav rushed through tbe blood soaked hallways of the now silent school, silently watching and here and there giving a shot to end the person's misery or just to put Yanislav out of his own misery, he could no longer stand the cries for help or out of pain. Walking through the dead school, with only a few lucky souls who he missed, he was quietly setting up the C4 in the basement, and near the vital concrete foundations of the roof. He made four points where the charges could be ignited, out of sight and away from the windows. While he roamed the school in wonder, with blood splattered on the windows, walls and ceilings he felt like he did a great job. Something worthy of being rewarded for. Yanislav would finally be free, or he will be rewarded by the Secret Society themselves! That would be marvellous indeed.

Now all Yanislav had to do was to wait for the police, and lure as many of them in the building. Being the smart man he is, he placed a small sensor on his chest and if his heart ever stopped beating then the C4 charges would be detonated anyway. Or if it gets a little too hot, he can just shoot himself to end it all. No one dies honourless for the Society in such action. Still no police, Yanislav waited patiently.

ooc-Very, Very nice! Tits And Goggles.

Yeah, well more fool me for reading this. I didn't realise such vile outpourings were permitted here. Consider this my last unwanted contribution to whatever the hell this is supposed be in terms of 'fun'. If you think writing about gunning down children is going to make this thread (and I quote) "a good one" then you're welcome to it.

Whoah. Calm down. I really wonder why people get thjis incensed about RP stuff.

I mean honestly, I think this thread has more cliche than merit, but I'm not going around chucking one at the people who like it.

Why do people CARE so much what happens online?

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