Jankia
17-10-2005, 00:47
JI News, 12:05 AM, JI News Building, Janky City
"Cameras rolling in 5, 4, 3, 2". There were small tears in Gabriella Con's eyes. She had woken up dismorning, to find out that the President had died of a heart attack earlier. "Hello fellow Jankians... Today at 09:14 AM President Janky Scardino II died of a heart attack in his bed." She sniffled and then went on again. "At 138 years of age, our President has lived a long life...". As the News went on, millions of Jankians sat on their couches, beds, chairs, crying. People gathered outside putting Jankian flags on the sides of their houses over their lawns. It was dark and cold out, the streets were dead.
General Nather stood at his desk, still thinking. He had gotten the news 2 hours earlier. He now was in control of Jankia, his dream. He now didnt have to take orders from anyone, he GAVE the orders! He stood grinning, thinking what to do now. Outside were several soldiers in dress uniform on the green lawn of the capital. They stood firing shots into the sky with the extremely old Jankian rifles from 2552. Soon the streets became more and more populated. People discussing how terrible the death was. If everything was to go right, the elections would be held 4 months later.
General Nathers greed had escaped him. He was free to do whatever he wanted. He would take total control of Jankia, rule it with a titanium fist. He couldnt be stopped, with the military in his hands, always loyal, he would rule everything. Noone knew that this would become the darkest period in Jankian history ever, even worse than the MRJ. It was all in one mans hands...
"Cameras rolling in 5, 4, 3, 2". There were small tears in Gabriella Con's eyes. She had woken up dismorning, to find out that the President had died of a heart attack earlier. "Hello fellow Jankians... Today at 09:14 AM President Janky Scardino II died of a heart attack in his bed." She sniffled and then went on again. "At 138 years of age, our President has lived a long life...". As the News went on, millions of Jankians sat on their couches, beds, chairs, crying. People gathered outside putting Jankian flags on the sides of their houses over their lawns. It was dark and cold out, the streets were dead.
General Nather stood at his desk, still thinking. He had gotten the news 2 hours earlier. He now was in control of Jankia, his dream. He now didnt have to take orders from anyone, he GAVE the orders! He stood grinning, thinking what to do now. Outside were several soldiers in dress uniform on the green lawn of the capital. They stood firing shots into the sky with the extremely old Jankian rifles from 2552. Soon the streets became more and more populated. People discussing how terrible the death was. If everything was to go right, the elections would be held 4 months later.
General Nathers greed had escaped him. He was free to do whatever he wanted. He would take total control of Jankia, rule it with a titanium fist. He couldnt be stopped, with the military in his hands, always loyal, he would rule everything. Noone knew that this would become the darkest period in Jankian history ever, even worse than the MRJ. It was all in one mans hands...