Hutu
17-08-2005, 06:07
A thick Russian accent breaks the silence in a dark bunker deep underground, "The once mighty Hutuian Federation is broken, much like the land. There is nothing left of the former empire except these bunkers we use as our base and a few buildings above us." The man laughs as he sits in the corner almost completely hidden in the shadows. A light flickers and a bit of his face is shown to the other men in the room as he lights a cigar and quickly extinguishes the flame.
The area the men were all located was a large room inside the massive tunnel network under the ground of Hutu. The network of concrete and steel tunnels ran from the far north to the south and a few stretched to the east and west. Many parts of the tunnels now ran under other countries that had claimed areas of Hutu over the years as the country quarreled amongst itself. The area of the tunnel the men were in was under the capital Sobakagrad.
"So, it is our duty as citizens of Hutu to claim what is ours, rebuild this grand nation to what it was and unite the citizens under a new flag." The man in the corner stood up and made himself visible to the room. He was a tall man, roughly six feet eight inches tall, and of a very sturdy build weighing somewhere around 300lbs. He wore plain clothes, a pair of blue jean pants and a grey t-shirt.
"Gentlemen, welcome to the Loyalst Party, loyal to the country of Hutu. It is our duty, no our obligation to restore this country."
The other men in the room looked around at each other and back to the man speaking. No one dared speak up at first then on man sitting toward the back stood up looking around a bit then decided to speak, "So, exactly who the hell are you?"
The man at the front of the crowd smoking his cigar chuckled a bit nodding, "Ah, but of course how foolish of me. My name is Carl Dizkoff, any other information about me is not currently relevent."
The man questioning him nodding and sat down content for now. The group remained quiet just looking around at each other and the room, none quite brave enough to speak up at the moment.
"So, the restoration begins tonite, I have the man power well taken care of. I brought you all here because you are experts in your fields and you will be of great use to the cause as the battles begin and wage on."
All across the streets of Hutu, or what was left of it after years of poor leadership, there was fighting and rioting. The major cities, Sobakagrad, Vladivostock, Hutu City, and Shimdah City were mostly destroyed from the years of fighting. Much of the northern and north-western country side had been claimed by other countries. The bulk of the grounds to the south where the farm land lied was destroyed or burning. The coast to the east and the central area of the country were the only places still inhabited by citizens, and was also where all the fighting was centered. Along with a few outbreaks of fighting in the plains and farms where many had fled to try and escape the fighting. Yet the chaos of the country followed everyone no matter how far they ran.
The area the men were all located was a large room inside the massive tunnel network under the ground of Hutu. The network of concrete and steel tunnels ran from the far north to the south and a few stretched to the east and west. Many parts of the tunnels now ran under other countries that had claimed areas of Hutu over the years as the country quarreled amongst itself. The area of the tunnel the men were in was under the capital Sobakagrad.
"So, it is our duty as citizens of Hutu to claim what is ours, rebuild this grand nation to what it was and unite the citizens under a new flag." The man in the corner stood up and made himself visible to the room. He was a tall man, roughly six feet eight inches tall, and of a very sturdy build weighing somewhere around 300lbs. He wore plain clothes, a pair of blue jean pants and a grey t-shirt.
"Gentlemen, welcome to the Loyalst Party, loyal to the country of Hutu. It is our duty, no our obligation to restore this country."
The other men in the room looked around at each other and back to the man speaking. No one dared speak up at first then on man sitting toward the back stood up looking around a bit then decided to speak, "So, exactly who the hell are you?"
The man at the front of the crowd smoking his cigar chuckled a bit nodding, "Ah, but of course how foolish of me. My name is Carl Dizkoff, any other information about me is not currently relevent."
The man questioning him nodding and sat down content for now. The group remained quiet just looking around at each other and the room, none quite brave enough to speak up at the moment.
"So, the restoration begins tonite, I have the man power well taken care of. I brought you all here because you are experts in your fields and you will be of great use to the cause as the battles begin and wage on."
All across the streets of Hutu, or what was left of it after years of poor leadership, there was fighting and rioting. The major cities, Sobakagrad, Vladivostock, Hutu City, and Shimdah City were mostly destroyed from the years of fighting. Much of the northern and north-western country side had been claimed by other countries. The bulk of the grounds to the south where the farm land lied was destroyed or burning. The coast to the east and the central area of the country were the only places still inhabited by citizens, and was also where all the fighting was centered. Along with a few outbreaks of fighting in the plains and farms where many had fled to try and escape the fighting. Yet the chaos of the country followed everyone no matter how far they ran.