Clownshoesia
21-07-2005, 17:48
Lower-east slums of Dominix
Dominix, Capital City of Clownshoesia
Down the grimy streets of the Industrial Slums, a figure dressed in an overcoat and cap scurried down the sidewalk. Keeping the collar of his coat up to hide to face, he ducked into a darkened, dirty alleyway. Moving briskly along the filth-covered wall, the figure stepped up to a metal door that had been depressed into the side of the wall. It was here that the various rebel leaders all across Clownshoesia were gathering.
Glancing to his left and right, his eyes wide and alert, he knocked sharply on the door three times. An eye slit built into the door slid open, two menacing eyes glaring out from behind the metal barrier at him.
"Password?” asked the grizzled, gravely voice from behind the door.
"Benedict Arnold", replied the figure. The eye slit slammed shut, and the sound of many bolts unlocking could be heard from behind the door. Slowly, the steel barricade opened with a muffled creaking noise, and the figure darted inside the doorway. He flinched as the barrier was quickly slammed shut and locked behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dark room, his eyes stinging from the thick cloud of smoke that hung over the circular table in the center of the room.
A single light bulb hung over the table, and sitting all around it was people who looked like they were from drastically different walks of life. Some were well dressed and fancy bionic implants; others were dressed in little more than rags and sported makeshift replacement limbs. They all had one thing in common; a barcode tattoo across the front of their neck. With a relaxed sigh, the figure took off his coat and took an empty seat at the table.
One of the more well-dressed figures, a strong looking man with thick jaw line and a scar across his right eye, finally spoke up, rolling a thick cigar between his teeth. "Now that we're all here, let’s get down to business." Removing the cigar from between his teeth, he continued. "We're all here today to make history. By word of mouth, and sheer luck, we were able to meet here without the Masks finding out about it."
The Masks, as they are commonly called, are the Governments elite police organization. They are charged with stamping out rebellions, anti-government groups, and terrorist cells inside Clownshoesia. They are known and feared for their efficiency, lack of mercy, and brutality. Naturally, this oranisation doesn't exist in the eyes of the International community.
After a pause, he continued. "The question is how do we go about overthrowing the current government? The pig 'Master', as that lunatic calls himself, and his lap-dog Foreman Porkins, naturally don't want the population to know that free countries exist out there. Just think, my friends, that we could have a country where we decide who's in control, and we could have the freedom to say whatever we wanted without fear of the Police listening to us."
A thin, sickly-looking man spoke up. He was more poorly dressed than his strong-jawed companion. "Indeed, maybe there could actually be a system in place to protect the environment for a change, and we wouldn't be forced to inhale so much toxic air."
Everyone nodded in agreement before the strong-jawed man unrolled a map of the city across the table. "I propose that we break into the Government controlled radio-station, located here", he marked the location on the map with a pen before continuing, "Then we demand that the government give us the freedoms that we deserve. We will divide our respective forces off into two teams. The first team will infiltrate the radio station and broadcast our demands, while the second team will plant explosive on military targets here, here, and here", he said, circling those locations. "Right when our broadcast is completed, the explosives will detonate. Are there any objections?"
The rebel leaders shook their heads slowly, allowing the strong-jawed man to continue, "Good, now onto our second order of business--" He was cut short when the wall suddenly exploded in a shower of brick fragments and mortar, bright lights flooding the smoke-filled room. The strong-jawed man shielded his eyes from the blinding light, when a voice through what sounded like it was coming from a loudspeaker echoed across the room. "YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST, THIS IS AN ILLEGAL GATHERING, DO NOT RESIST" This message repeated even when several figures stepped in front of the lights and rushed into the room. Wearing what looked like blue ceramic body armor, concealing gas masks, and wielding electrified batons, the Masks charged the rebel leaders. Blood splattered against the wall as baton met face, the lights casting a shadow of the carnage against the ever-reddening walls. At both entrances to the alley, heavily armored vehicles and more Masks blocked the sight off from curious on-lookers.
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"Now, the News at 11.The Government today has announced the arrest of several key rebel leaders in the Eastern Industrial District of Dominix. It has been determined that these leaders, whose names have not been released, were discovered to have been planning several terrorist attacks against civilian targets across the entire city.
An anonymous tip informed Police of the gathering, who then arrived on-scene in the middle of the meeting and made arrests. The rebel leaders surrendered, were taken into custody unharmed, and are now awaiting trial.
In other news....."
Dominix, Capital City of Clownshoesia
Down the grimy streets of the Industrial Slums, a figure dressed in an overcoat and cap scurried down the sidewalk. Keeping the collar of his coat up to hide to face, he ducked into a darkened, dirty alleyway. Moving briskly along the filth-covered wall, the figure stepped up to a metal door that had been depressed into the side of the wall. It was here that the various rebel leaders all across Clownshoesia were gathering.
Glancing to his left and right, his eyes wide and alert, he knocked sharply on the door three times. An eye slit built into the door slid open, two menacing eyes glaring out from behind the metal barrier at him.
"Password?” asked the grizzled, gravely voice from behind the door.
"Benedict Arnold", replied the figure. The eye slit slammed shut, and the sound of many bolts unlocking could be heard from behind the door. Slowly, the steel barricade opened with a muffled creaking noise, and the figure darted inside the doorway. He flinched as the barrier was quickly slammed shut and locked behind him, his eyes adjusting to the dark room, his eyes stinging from the thick cloud of smoke that hung over the circular table in the center of the room.
A single light bulb hung over the table, and sitting all around it was people who looked like they were from drastically different walks of life. Some were well dressed and fancy bionic implants; others were dressed in little more than rags and sported makeshift replacement limbs. They all had one thing in common; a barcode tattoo across the front of their neck. With a relaxed sigh, the figure took off his coat and took an empty seat at the table.
One of the more well-dressed figures, a strong looking man with thick jaw line and a scar across his right eye, finally spoke up, rolling a thick cigar between his teeth. "Now that we're all here, let’s get down to business." Removing the cigar from between his teeth, he continued. "We're all here today to make history. By word of mouth, and sheer luck, we were able to meet here without the Masks finding out about it."
The Masks, as they are commonly called, are the Governments elite police organization. They are charged with stamping out rebellions, anti-government groups, and terrorist cells inside Clownshoesia. They are known and feared for their efficiency, lack of mercy, and brutality. Naturally, this oranisation doesn't exist in the eyes of the International community.
After a pause, he continued. "The question is how do we go about overthrowing the current government? The pig 'Master', as that lunatic calls himself, and his lap-dog Foreman Porkins, naturally don't want the population to know that free countries exist out there. Just think, my friends, that we could have a country where we decide who's in control, and we could have the freedom to say whatever we wanted without fear of the Police listening to us."
A thin, sickly-looking man spoke up. He was more poorly dressed than his strong-jawed companion. "Indeed, maybe there could actually be a system in place to protect the environment for a change, and we wouldn't be forced to inhale so much toxic air."
Everyone nodded in agreement before the strong-jawed man unrolled a map of the city across the table. "I propose that we break into the Government controlled radio-station, located here", he marked the location on the map with a pen before continuing, "Then we demand that the government give us the freedoms that we deserve. We will divide our respective forces off into two teams. The first team will infiltrate the radio station and broadcast our demands, while the second team will plant explosive on military targets here, here, and here", he said, circling those locations. "Right when our broadcast is completed, the explosives will detonate. Are there any objections?"
The rebel leaders shook their heads slowly, allowing the strong-jawed man to continue, "Good, now onto our second order of business--" He was cut short when the wall suddenly exploded in a shower of brick fragments and mortar, bright lights flooding the smoke-filled room. The strong-jawed man shielded his eyes from the blinding light, when a voice through what sounded like it was coming from a loudspeaker echoed across the room. "YOU ARE ALL UNDER ARREST, THIS IS AN ILLEGAL GATHERING, DO NOT RESIST" This message repeated even when several figures stepped in front of the lights and rushed into the room. Wearing what looked like blue ceramic body armor, concealing gas masks, and wielding electrified batons, the Masks charged the rebel leaders. Blood splattered against the wall as baton met face, the lights casting a shadow of the carnage against the ever-reddening walls. At both entrances to the alley, heavily armored vehicles and more Masks blocked the sight off from curious on-lookers.
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"Now, the News at 11.The Government today has announced the arrest of several key rebel leaders in the Eastern Industrial District of Dominix. It has been determined that these leaders, whose names have not been released, were discovered to have been planning several terrorist attacks against civilian targets across the entire city.
An anonymous tip informed Police of the gathering, who then arrived on-scene in the middle of the meeting and made arrests. The rebel leaders surrendered, were taken into custody unharmed, and are now awaiting trial.
In other news....."