NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: This is how life is for a native rice farmer in Pwnage occupied Cambodia. Feel free to comment ICly. Just a warning, this is rather bleak, morbid, violent and may contain sexuality.

4:00 A.M, somewhere in Cambodia on the Thai border.

Nhek Tioulong, rice farmer and father of 2, awoke with a start. There was some sort of explosion in the darkness. Artillery. Damnit, the war between Sarzonia/Praetonia and RoachBusters was spilling into Cambodia again. Nhek sat on his crude bamboo mat in the darkness and threw off the ragged old beach towel he used as a blanket.

He shook his head, put on his single outfit, consisting of a pair of pants and a cheap, ragged shirt, and rushed outside of his crude hut. The artillery shell had blown up the hut of one of his neighbors (along with his neighbor). Nhek tried to clear his eyes and breathe as he got down on his knees and started to dig through the rubble and ashes of the hut, looking for his neighbor's body. In the meantime, it began to rain steadily in the darkness. Nhek, water seeping through his thin clothes, kept digging with his hands.

5 minutes later:

The other villagers came out of their huts as fast as they could. Well, those who could leave their huts. Landmines were a serious problem in Cambodia, and the People's Republic of MassPwnage compounded that problem by tripling the number of landmines in the country when they invaded. Most members of the village were missing limbs, some were blind, or deaf, or paralyzed, almost all were scarred or injured at least one point in time by mines, undetonated ordnance, or simply the depredations of the MassPwnage Skorpion Raider corps, who sometimes simply shot people for fun.

Nhek was fortunate. He had been lucky enough not to step on any landmines thus far. He hadn't recieved any physical injuries so far, but still the emotional scars cut deep. He sighed and continued to dig with his hands, until he managed to find his neighbor's corpse. His neighbor was a young, healthy and mostly importantly, still unmaimed young man. Well, he was unmaimed right up until the shell hit him. Now he was just a charred husk of a human. An ex-Human if you will.

Nhek shook his head. He was tired, wet, his knees were raw from kneeling in the remains of the hut and his hands were sore from digging.

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To be continued.

From the last post...

Nhek propped the corpse of his neighbor up against the wall of his hut and turned around turned around, scanning the crowd for Varin, the village elder and de-facto mayor.

An old man with a long beard, walked up. Nhek turned around. The old man stared at the corpse.

"Nhek, dispose of him. You will be taking over his work duties from him from now on."

"I'll do my best then."

Nhek picked up the corpse and walked down a muddy path to the mass grave at the edge of the village. There were so many bodies in there.... Nhek threw the corpse into the hole and poured some quicklime from the sack into the mass grave. Then, he sat down in the mud besides the grave, rain still pouring off him.

He had put so many bodies into the grave. So many. He had hauled literally dozens of people into the grave. His wife was in there... with all those bodies.

Nhek sat in the darkness for a long time as the rain tapered off. Then, he leaned over and looked at his reflection in a pool of water.

He was 46 years old, his lean face was weathered and lined and his jet black hair shot with grey. However, his eyes were clear and sharp and betrayed a lifetime of hardship and violence.

ooc: i'll finish this later.

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