Neschkoya
07-03-2005, 01:29
6:30 PM Neschkoyite Standard Time.
A closed circuit TV flickers to life. On the TV was the face an anthropomorphized bull, covered in brown fur then in a business suit with a golden hammer and sickle pinned to his lapel. His form looked to be standing behind a large podium with the backdrop of a governmental building behind him and the sun in the horizon. His eyes stares unfazed at the camera for a long time, as if waiting for some queue from a producer. Once that queue was issued, he spoke,
”Good evening citizens of Neschkoya and the world in general. I am Jov Borzakovsky, leader of the United Socialist States of Neschkoya. I have come to announce that after four years of struggling, we are finally ready to announce to the world that we’re a nation. A nation united against the tyrannical, capitalistic hordes. A nation united under one brave, intelligent rul---“
Suddenly, a single protester could be heard, shouting in the distant. His voice could not be made out, but brows on the leader furrowed. He looks to his side and nods over to another bull in a suit before pointing at source of the shouting. Within a few moments, a single fire was shot and it was silent again. The leader spoke,
”Nations of the world, we have a small amount of weapon’s grade smallpox-f. In laboratory tests, smallpox-f has rested all know forms of vaccination and cures. Of course, we have no intention of using it against non-hostile nations. If anyone questions the existence of Neschkoya or her ruler, you can expect Neschkoya’s agents would unleash a healthy amount of this smallpox-f into the offending nation’s water supply.”
He pauses, kisses two of his ‘fingers’ and makes a peace sign at the camera.
”May you and family be at peace. Down with the capitalistic hordes. Long live communism.”
The TV returns to static.
A closed circuit TV flickers to life. On the TV was the face an anthropomorphized bull, covered in brown fur then in a business suit with a golden hammer and sickle pinned to his lapel. His form looked to be standing behind a large podium with the backdrop of a governmental building behind him and the sun in the horizon. His eyes stares unfazed at the camera for a long time, as if waiting for some queue from a producer. Once that queue was issued, he spoke,
”Good evening citizens of Neschkoya and the world in general. I am Jov Borzakovsky, leader of the United Socialist States of Neschkoya. I have come to announce that after four years of struggling, we are finally ready to announce to the world that we’re a nation. A nation united against the tyrannical, capitalistic hordes. A nation united under one brave, intelligent rul---“
Suddenly, a single protester could be heard, shouting in the distant. His voice could not be made out, but brows on the leader furrowed. He looks to his side and nods over to another bull in a suit before pointing at source of the shouting. Within a few moments, a single fire was shot and it was silent again. The leader spoke,
”Nations of the world, we have a small amount of weapon’s grade smallpox-f. In laboratory tests, smallpox-f has rested all know forms of vaccination and cures. Of course, we have no intention of using it against non-hostile nations. If anyone questions the existence of Neschkoya or her ruler, you can expect Neschkoya’s agents would unleash a healthy amount of this smallpox-f into the offending nation’s water supply.”
He pauses, kisses two of his ‘fingers’ and makes a peace sign at the camera.
”May you and family be at peace. Down with the capitalistic hordes. Long live communism.”
The TV returns to static.