NationStates Jolt Archive

Raptoria City, 2:32 AM, Industrial Sector V-15 His boots click on the cold pavement. He was about to spit on the ground, but then remembered that he'd just be spitting in his own gasmask. He sighed and said, "The graveyard shift sucks." there was no reply, he was alone. It was quiet, and the only sound was the sound of steel crunching in the surrounding buildings. There was a worker shift 2 minutes piror to it. He saw a man walk out of Building 2-A, he was dressed in the rather drab workers uniform, carring a toolbox. He waved at the man. The man walked over, the name inscribed on the uniform read: 'Yelvin Dusha'. The soldier, Private Heldon, sighed and said to Dusha, "Long night, eh mate?" Dusha nodded and said, "Yeah, people are more than unhappy about the new shifts. It's almost as if they were disgruntled." Heldon laughed and said, "Heh, yeah, but I don't make the rules, I just enforce them." Dusha nodded and continued on. "Goodnight soldier." he said walking off, Heldon nodded and continued on... Only to hear voices in a window above him. He thought little of it, just some workers. He shrugged it off, and then heard a click... It sounded like a sniper rifle. He didn't think any of that either, this sector made weapons. But then when he heard someone laugh, he turned around and put on his rifle's flashlight. He scanned the area, he didn't see anything but the shadows of machines... Wait, and then a figure... It was a worker, but he was looking directly at Heldon, with a Sig Sniper Rifle. Heldon panicked and fired at the worker. His gun fired 3 shots, all of them missed. The man in the window fired, the large sniper round was planted directly in Heldon's skull, and his brains and plasma splattered all over the very ground he walked on...

A voice came over the loudspeaker, "VISHA! MUSHASINIE KASHA RAPTORIAN!" (Translated: It is time! Time for a Democracy in Raptoria!)

OOC: Ok, need someone to RP the workers, IE, gurrillas. And sorry about the quick typing, I'm in a class.