Roach-Busters
17-01-2005, 03:58
RB City, The Unrepentant War Machine of Roach-Busters
Generalissimo J.L. contemplated the vast map of the world his eyes beheld with profound interest. Lately, he had experienced an unrelenting, exhilerating impulse to expand RB's influence and create an empire, a temptation that was irrepressible and which dominated his thoughts with increasing frequency. Soon, he was losing sleep, picking at his food during meals, and mentally dozing off during the day and pacing as tirelessly as a robot at night. One country in particular caught his new: Zimbabwe. An impoverished nation with rampant AIDS, mass starvation, inflation in excess of 600%, and few freedoms, it was ripe for domination. The president, Robert Mugabe, blatantly corrupt, tyrannical, and utterly cruel, was reviled by the oppressed populace, who gleefully awaited his demise and the fall of his unpopular regime. J.L. knew that if he were to send RB troops, they would be fervidly hailed as national liberators. It would pose no challenge. Zimbabweans were starving, poverty-stricken, festering with scores of virulent and incurable infections. The country's economy was a shambles. Against a military and industrial superpower like RB, it would stand no chance.
Generalissimo J.L. contemplated the vast map of the world his eyes beheld with profound interest. Lately, he had experienced an unrelenting, exhilerating impulse to expand RB's influence and create an empire, a temptation that was irrepressible and which dominated his thoughts with increasing frequency. Soon, he was losing sleep, picking at his food during meals, and mentally dozing off during the day and pacing as tirelessly as a robot at night. One country in particular caught his new: Zimbabwe. An impoverished nation with rampant AIDS, mass starvation, inflation in excess of 600%, and few freedoms, it was ripe for domination. The president, Robert Mugabe, blatantly corrupt, tyrannical, and utterly cruel, was reviled by the oppressed populace, who gleefully awaited his demise and the fall of his unpopular regime. J.L. knew that if he were to send RB troops, they would be fervidly hailed as national liberators. It would pose no challenge. Zimbabweans were starving, poverty-stricken, festering with scores of virulent and incurable infections. The country's economy was a shambles. Against a military and industrial superpower like RB, it would stand no chance.