NationStates Jolt Archive

Every job and school had been given the day off, every political operation canceled in honor of Big Brother & Leon Marchar's 5th anniversery. The crowds cheered throwing flowers and rice as the couple walked down the aisle to renew their vows. "Do you Big Brother, take Leon Machar to be your husband?", asked the priest. "I do." Big Brother replied. "And do you Leon Marchar, take Big Brother to be your husband to honor, love, and obey till death do you part?". "I do." answered Leon. "I now prenounce you man and man, you may now kiss eachother." The two men kissed and the people applauded them with such energy not seen since the war ended.

Gibraltarland's representatives clap. Jeff Si, President, stands in line to shake both grooms hand.

"Thankyou Mr. President," said Big Brother, "for the supplies and for coming today; as a token of gratitude, you may take any man of 10790 you like." "And as a sign of peace between our nations, we've decided on going to Gibraltarland for the honeymoon".

We congratulate you on your marriage renewal and wish you the best in the future.

Some of our occupiation forces have turned out for this huge event. To applaud, and for some to snicker before getting smacked by their commanding officer.

Ummm...good luck...yeah...

"Thankyou Mr. President," said Big Brother, "for the supplies and for coming today; as a token of gratitude, you may take any man of 10790 you like." "And as a sign of peace between our nations, we've decided on going to Gibraltarland for the honeymoon".

Thank you. We'll hold off on the first offer for now.

As for your honymoon, I'd recomend going to Lah Beach in West Gibraltland. It is our number 1# rated beach and it is where many Gibraltlanders honymoon. We can reserve it for you to if you'd like.

Be sure to visit me in our capital Freedom City!

A nondescript man stood among the teeming masses of people that had turned out for the anniversary. Had someone asked for his ID, they would have found nothing out of the ordinary; simply a computer systems security expert (and an extremely in-shape one at that, not a pasty human who only saw light when they turned on their computer monitor) named Nevil Clavain. He worked at a large international computer systems firm, and his job as a top consultant took him to many countries.

Or, at least, that's what his papers said.

His real name was unknown. But his code name struck fear into the hearts of dictators and crime lords the world over: Delta One. He was the top agent at the HCIA, and had carried out dozens of assassinations of powerful figures across the world. He was one of the top assassins on the world playing field, and he had infiltrated 10790 for a chance to eliminate the country's brutal dictator, Big Brother, whose reckless actions had threatened to start a massive, multinational war. Big Brother had been deemed a threat to Halberdgardian and world security, and so the HCIA had dispatched Delta One, fresh from another job, to take Big Brother down. Delta One had few weapons on him: only a pair of silenced .50AE Desert Eagle pistols, a pair of throwing knives, and a Bowie knife. In a duffel bag he'd stashed in the basement of an old apartment building, however, lay his .338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle, another pair of .50AEs, and more clips.

He could take Big Brother down now, or he could move to a rooftop and snipe him from afar. The latter option sounded more appealing, so Clavain moved out of the crowd, and surreptitiously made his way to the apartment building. Once there, he collected his gear, and walked up to the building's roof. The building was some five stories high, and was close enough to the ceremony to suit his needs.

[OOC: 10790, how do you want this to play out? Will you let me take out Big Brother and Leon, or would you rather have them live? Because I can RP it as a nonfatal shot if you want him to live. I'd rather kill him, though; it makes for a more interesting RP, opens up new options. But, he's your character; it's up to you.]

King Clauro hears of the gay marriage:
"Queers, should be executed."
"Indeed your majesty."

"Keep you're eyes out people." Said Captain Tomes of the Occupation defense force. "People Could be up to something, I want a good target search now!"

A nondescript man stood among the teeming masses of people that had turned out for the anniversary. Had someone asked for his ID, they would have found nothing out of the ordinary; simply a computer systems security expert (and an extremely in-shape one at that, not a pasty human who only saw light when they turned on their computer monitor) named Nevil Clavain. He worked at a large international computer systems firm, and his job as a top consultant took him to many countries.

Or, at least, that's what his papers said.

His real name was unknown. But his code name struck fear into the hearts of dictators and crime lords the world over: Delta One. He was the top agent at the HCIA, and had carried out dozens of assassinations of powerful figures across the world. He was one of the top assassins on the world playing field, and he had infiltrated 10790 for a chance to eliminate the country's brutal dictator, Big Brother, whose reckless actions had threatened to start a massive, multinational war. Big Brother had been deemed a threat to Halberdgardian and world security, and so the HCIA had dispatched Delta One, fresh from another job, to take Big Brother down. Delta One had few weapons on him: only a pair of silenced .50AE Desert Eagle pistols, a pair of throwing knives, and a Bowie knife. In a duffel bag he'd stashed in the basement of an old apartment building, however, lay his .338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle, another pair of .50AEs, and more clips.

He could take Big Brother down now, or he could move to a rooftop and snipe him from afar. The latter option sounded more appealing, so Clavain moved out of the crowd, and surreptitiously made his way to the apartment building. Once there, he collected his gear, and walked up to the building's roof. The building was some five stories high, and was close enough to the ceremony to suit his needs.

[OOC: 10790, how do you want this to play out? Will you let me take out Big Brother and Leon, or would you rather have them live? Because I can RP it as a nonfatal shot if you want him to live. I'd rather kill him, though; it makes for a more interesting RP, opens up new options. But, he's your character; it's up to you.]accidentally non-fatal.

A very fine 75 year old bottle of bourbon arrives with a small note attached.

~Best wishes to all

Archbishop Franz Von Carstein
~A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage.~

OoC: that is a very important quote