Petrakai Proskulio
14-02-2005, 01:41
As the glimmer sun starts to fade upon the greenish land of Petrakai Proskulio, the sound of music and laughter can be heard coming from the end of the road. At the foot of the great Proskulian Parliament building, with its looming spires and baroque-tinged architecture, rests an Olympic-standard pool, hot tub, and barbeque. Parliamentarians and locals, in various state of undress, run about while laughing giddily. A stage is set for a band that has not yet arrived, and an attractive majority MP is busy lighting the tiki torches. A large banner, handwritten in red and gold, reads, "WELCOME UNCOUTH YOUTH!" You see valets relieving foreign dignitaries of their automobiles, who are then promptly shuffled down the cobblestone path leading to the pool.
Flipping burgers at the grill is a man dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and an apron that reads, "KISS THE CHIEF". Lanky in build, his arms are extensively tatooed, and a few tasteful piercings grace his face. His hair is bright white. As he sees you coming up the path, he gives a devilish grin and waves.
"Hello, hello! Welcome to Petrakai Proskulio, the most rocking nation on earth! It's wonderful to see you here," he says with a wink.
Flipping burgers at the grill is a man dressed in jeans, a black t-shirt, and an apron that reads, "KISS THE CHIEF". Lanky in build, his arms are extensively tatooed, and a few tasteful piercings grace his face. His hair is bright white. As he sees you coming up the path, he gives a devilish grin and waves.
"Hello, hello! Welcome to Petrakai Proskulio, the most rocking nation on earth! It's wonderful to see you here," he says with a wink.