Yugoamerica
05-02-2005, 00:50
Xavier de Salaberry, People's First Commissar of the Democratic Republic of Yugoamerica, sat down at his desk, and opened his Laptop. He powered up his word processing program, slid in a disk, and continued to work on his memoirs. Finally, he thought, the interesting stuff. He started to type, reliving those glorious days when he didn't lead a nation, he led a revolution.
I walked into our mountain headquarters. It had been six months since I ran away from the Imperial Internment camps. According to his holy majesty's henchmen, I was clinically insane, because I was educated but i didn't believe in the imperial power structure. So they put me in their camps and tortured me with all sorts of power cords and phychothearputic drugs. Eventually i escaped, and came to a lonely road in the woods, that i walked until i was picked up by a man named Pintov. That wasn't his real name, of course, but it was his code-name. Everyone in the revolution had a code-name. Mine, for example, was Spirit. After six months of training and indoctrination, I was sent on my first mission. Relatively simple, I had to knock out a corrupt missionary sect's broadcasting station. It was fairly simple. I went into the plaza where the tower was, left my backpack loaded with C4 in the field, pushed a button setting the 30 minute timer, then left. The day after i heard the report: The tower was flattened. At the same time, rubble had fallen on and killed a civilian. It was incredible how much guilt i felt. For many days i isolated myself, until Pintov came to me and said words i still hold dear to this day. "Every single person that isn't with us in this revolution is against us. Remember: That man was responsible for every single second of torture you endured, because he knows, just like the whole public knows, and he didn't say anything against it. He was an enemy of the people of this nation, and so is every person out there who doesn't join us."
OOC:any good?
I walked into our mountain headquarters. It had been six months since I ran away from the Imperial Internment camps. According to his holy majesty's henchmen, I was clinically insane, because I was educated but i didn't believe in the imperial power structure. So they put me in their camps and tortured me with all sorts of power cords and phychothearputic drugs. Eventually i escaped, and came to a lonely road in the woods, that i walked until i was picked up by a man named Pintov. That wasn't his real name, of course, but it was his code-name. Everyone in the revolution had a code-name. Mine, for example, was Spirit. After six months of training and indoctrination, I was sent on my first mission. Relatively simple, I had to knock out a corrupt missionary sect's broadcasting station. It was fairly simple. I went into the plaza where the tower was, left my backpack loaded with C4 in the field, pushed a button setting the 30 minute timer, then left. The day after i heard the report: The tower was flattened. At the same time, rubble had fallen on and killed a civilian. It was incredible how much guilt i felt. For many days i isolated myself, until Pintov came to me and said words i still hold dear to this day. "Every single person that isn't with us in this revolution is against us. Remember: That man was responsible for every single second of torture you endured, because he knows, just like the whole public knows, and he didn't say anything against it. He was an enemy of the people of this nation, and so is every person out there who doesn't join us."
OOC:any good?