Mad Poodle Eating Dave
09-12-2005, 22:30
The Grand Imperial Palace had stood for over two thousand years, and has weathered all the changes since then, including the one now. The walls of the Third Imperial Ballroom were covere with blood and other such unsavoury bits of human debris. The bodies of the Emperor's Own Medical Corps lay on the floor. Across from them, the members of the Imperial Praetoian Guard stared with a little fear at their leader and charge. A young man stood over the bodies, his face flushed with victory and his eyes full of madness. He raised his arms to the sky and screamed to the assembled men:
"I will not be denied! I who helped create this nation from a tattered ruin! And how do they repay me?" He swivled around to face his guard. "They call me insane. They shackle me with nurses, call me their Emperor and then govern without me. Me? I'm not insane" he grinned wildly "I'm mad." He threw back his head and laughed. Dave walked over to the wall. Hanging on it wre a crossed pair of katana swords and a back harness. Dave had had them imported specially. He pulled them off the wall and straped them on. He is stoped in this action by a booming voice from behind him.
"You naughty, naughty boy." Standing behind him, like a ship under sail, was Nanny. A towering woman who had raised him through ten coups and scooled him for a life as a figurehead. Dave's face paled. "You naughty boy, you will be spanked! This will not be tolerated Do you hear...ack!" Dave looked down in surprise. His hand, aparently of its own volition, had drawn a sword and killed Nanny. There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Dave straightened and grinned once more.
"As I was saying, no longer will I be governed by a group of rich oligarchs who keep me locked in here." He raised his sword dramatically "To the Council!"
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Jorge Kaller, Represenitive of the Klanet Region, and CEO of Javlinat Corp, leaned back in his seat and smiled. The council was debating a bill to remove all tariffs from pork futures, and who's region had the largest pig farms? He gased up at the ancient dome of what was now the Council of Leaders, informally know as Oligarch's Hall. He frowned slightly. What was that noise?
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A mob had formed of civilians who came to watch what was happening. With a megaphone in hand, Dave marched at the head of guards. "For too long have you been denied true government! A revolution is at hand. As your Emperor, I call you to arms. To the Council."
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At the Council Chamber, Jorge frowned deeper. It seemed to be coming from outside. He got up and started towards the great bronze doors which were, by law, locked while the Council was in session. What could it be?
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Dave stood by the door. With a nod to the guards, they pulled open the doors. Without pausing, he slashed at the surprised man standing inside. A cry of shock came from inside. With a practiced movement, the guards holstered their rifles and drew their, untill now, ceremonial dress swords. Dave pointed his own towards the mob of bloated men and women stuggling to flee. "For the Empire to be!" Then he charged.
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Dave stood in front of the gaping doors. Blood covered his shirt, his legs and face. None of it was his own. He stood adressing the huge crowd that now stood before him, but the words were being drowned out by the crowd who had started up the chant. "DAVE, DAVE, DAVE, DAVE" Two guards lift him up on their shoulders and walk into the crowd. It reaches as frenzy as the citizens of the Republic reach out to touch him, chanting his name.
"I will not be denied! I who helped create this nation from a tattered ruin! And how do they repay me?" He swivled around to face his guard. "They call me insane. They shackle me with nurses, call me their Emperor and then govern without me. Me? I'm not insane" he grinned wildly "I'm mad." He threw back his head and laughed. Dave walked over to the wall. Hanging on it wre a crossed pair of katana swords and a back harness. Dave had had them imported specially. He pulled them off the wall and straped them on. He is stoped in this action by a booming voice from behind him.
"You naughty, naughty boy." Standing behind him, like a ship under sail, was Nanny. A towering woman who had raised him through ten coups and scooled him for a life as a figurehead. Dave's face paled. "You naughty boy, you will be spanked! This will not be tolerated Do you hear...ack!" Dave looked down in surprise. His hand, aparently of its own volition, had drawn a sword and killed Nanny. There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Dave straightened and grinned once more.
"As I was saying, no longer will I be governed by a group of rich oligarchs who keep me locked in here." He raised his sword dramatically "To the Council!"
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Jorge Kaller, Represenitive of the Klanet Region, and CEO of Javlinat Corp, leaned back in his seat and smiled. The council was debating a bill to remove all tariffs from pork futures, and who's region had the largest pig farms? He gased up at the ancient dome of what was now the Council of Leaders, informally know as Oligarch's Hall. He frowned slightly. What was that noise?
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A mob had formed of civilians who came to watch what was happening. With a megaphone in hand, Dave marched at the head of guards. "For too long have you been denied true government! A revolution is at hand. As your Emperor, I call you to arms. To the Council."
_____________________________________________________________
At the Council Chamber, Jorge frowned deeper. It seemed to be coming from outside. He got up and started towards the great bronze doors which were, by law, locked while the Council was in session. What could it be?
_____________________________________________________________
Dave stood by the door. With a nod to the guards, they pulled open the doors. Without pausing, he slashed at the surprised man standing inside. A cry of shock came from inside. With a practiced movement, the guards holstered their rifles and drew their, untill now, ceremonial dress swords. Dave pointed his own towards the mob of bloated men and women stuggling to flee. "For the Empire to be!" Then he charged.
_____________________________________________________________
Dave stood in front of the gaping doors. Blood covered his shirt, his legs and face. None of it was his own. He stood adressing the huge crowd that now stood before him, but the words were being drowned out by the crowd who had started up the chant. "DAVE, DAVE, DAVE, DAVE" Two guards lift him up on their shoulders and walk into the crowd. It reaches as frenzy as the citizens of the Republic reach out to touch him, chanting his name.