Muesilania
31-10-2005, 21:43
OOC: It would be good to get some ambassadors to Muesilania set up in this RP, maybe a country would like to RP the country who is affected by this (find out once you read it). This is not a simple suicide either, be warned.
The rain poured heavily onto the rooftop of the large estate building. The vast corridors lay empty. All was quiet. The ambassadors of a few nations were asleep in their staterooms, blissfully unaware of the events about to unfold.
A scream was heard from downstairs, as the house was struck by lightning. Gregory Ingel sat up straight. He switched the light on grabbed his rifle. He was caretaker at the estate. He flicked a switch on his bedside table, alerting the groundsman. He cautiously walked downstairs. He walked through into the dining room, the door was ajar. He flicked the light on, and fell backwards. His heart skipped a beat and his pulse shot through the roof. Hanging above the table was the body of a dead diplomat.
The rain poured heavily onto the rooftop of the large estate building. The vast corridors lay empty. All was quiet. The ambassadors of a few nations were asleep in their staterooms, blissfully unaware of the events about to unfold.
A scream was heard from downstairs, as the house was struck by lightning. Gregory Ingel sat up straight. He switched the light on grabbed his rifle. He was caretaker at the estate. He flicked a switch on his bedside table, alerting the groundsman. He cautiously walked downstairs. He walked through into the dining room, the door was ajar. He flicked the light on, and fell backwards. His heart skipped a beat and his pulse shot through the roof. Hanging above the table was the body of a dead diplomat.