Pahlavistan
10-03-2005, 23:36
Zarathushtrapolis, Pahlavistan
Billions of stars dotted the sky like acne on an unhygienic teenager's face, as the full moon hovered above the world like a bad omen. The air was frigid and still. It was a cold, bleak, silent night in the desert.
In the town square, a small group of Muslim extremists gathered in the back of the Congressional Headquarters. One of them chiseled a hole in the window of the back door, then reached in, unlocked it, turned the knob, and they were in. They entered, moving as silently as ghosts.
Each terrorist had a bundle of dynamite sticks attached to his chest. One terrorist gathered in each corner, while the remaining 10-15 stood in the center.
"For Allah!" they cried, and all struck matches and lit the fuses of the dynamite sticks simultaneously.
The ensuing explosion dismantled the entire building.
Billions of stars dotted the sky like acne on an unhygienic teenager's face, as the full moon hovered above the world like a bad omen. The air was frigid and still. It was a cold, bleak, silent night in the desert.
In the town square, a small group of Muslim extremists gathered in the back of the Congressional Headquarters. One of them chiseled a hole in the window of the back door, then reached in, unlocked it, turned the knob, and they were in. They entered, moving as silently as ghosts.
Each terrorist had a bundle of dynamite sticks attached to his chest. One terrorist gathered in each corner, while the remaining 10-15 stood in the center.
"For Allah!" they cried, and all struck matches and lit the fuses of the dynamite sticks simultaneously.
The ensuing explosion dismantled the entire building.