Juche Resistance
11-12-2005, 03:47
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Message from Juche Resistance to the United Socialist States of Demenz:
We have come to the conclusion that the United Socialist States of Demenz (hereby called USSD) does not protect the proletariat and that they are truly a reactionary force and are lackeys of the bourgeoisie.
Therefore, the Juche Resistance Movement (JRM) and its militant wing of Juche Resistance International Liberation Army (JRILA) has decided that it is necessary to "clean-up" the USSD, in the protection of the Proletariat.
The JRM hereby authorizes all JRILA cells operating within the USSD to conduct acts of sabotage, to spread propaganda among the masses, to instigate anti-government riots, to assassinate the bourgeoisie, and to incite a revolution.
Juche Resistance
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Day One, Juche Idea HQ, Demenz
"Do you have the supplies ready?" asked Bart Smith, a worker in the Presidential Palace of the USSD.
"Don't be so jumpy comrade, you can't win a class war if you can't keep your cool," replied a shady figure known only as Comrade Roberts. "The President will enter the limousine at 0630, it is already programmed to go off by then, so just put it in the back of the limo, walk away, and wait till morning. Got it?"
"Yeah, I've got it. When will you give me the money?"
"The money is being transacted into your bank account right now."
"Good"
Bart Smith left for the Presidential Palace. He got past the guards easily, since he was officially cleared to enter the Presidential Palace. The guards didn't care to scan the old torn suitcase he was carrying. It turned out to be the greatest mistake of their lives. In the suitcase, was five pounds of plastic explosives.
Bart Smith, who worked as a Presidential Palace auto mechanic, put the suitcase in the rear of the limo. He left later on.
Day Two, 0600 hours, Presidential Palace
"Eep, I've got to delay the meeting. I just realized I've got to stay with my daughter..." said the President.
"I understand" said the Secretary of War, "I will go in your place, to discuss the current situation with the JRM."
"Thank you very much, you know the condition of my daughter..." the President and the Secretary started chatting.
Later, at 0630 hours
The Secretary of War was just thinking about how he just wants to go home to his wife and kids steps into the garage. A security guard tells him to step back.
"We have detected a possible threat" says the guard.
"Bah, humbug" says the Secretary, who is obviously in a crappy mood.
Right then, there is a huge explosion. The driver, the guard, and the Secretary are immediately killed. The Palace sets on fire, but the President and the rest of the cabinet escape any harm.
Comrade Roberts is watching from accross the street. He calls one of his associates:
"It's Wulf. Kill Bart Smith, he may be dangerous. Yes, it seems to have been successfull."
'Comrade Roberts' quickly vanishes into the crowds.
Message from Juche Resistance to the United Socialist States of Demenz:
We have come to the conclusion that the United Socialist States of Demenz (hereby called USSD) does not protect the proletariat and that they are truly a reactionary force and are lackeys of the bourgeoisie.
Therefore, the Juche Resistance Movement (JRM) and its militant wing of Juche Resistance International Liberation Army (JRILA) has decided that it is necessary to "clean-up" the USSD, in the protection of the Proletariat.
The JRM hereby authorizes all JRILA cells operating within the USSD to conduct acts of sabotage, to spread propaganda among the masses, to instigate anti-government riots, to assassinate the bourgeoisie, and to incite a revolution.
Juche Resistance
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Day One, Juche Idea HQ, Demenz
"Do you have the supplies ready?" asked Bart Smith, a worker in the Presidential Palace of the USSD.
"Don't be so jumpy comrade, you can't win a class war if you can't keep your cool," replied a shady figure known only as Comrade Roberts. "The President will enter the limousine at 0630, it is already programmed to go off by then, so just put it in the back of the limo, walk away, and wait till morning. Got it?"
"Yeah, I've got it. When will you give me the money?"
"The money is being transacted into your bank account right now."
"Good"
Bart Smith left for the Presidential Palace. He got past the guards easily, since he was officially cleared to enter the Presidential Palace. The guards didn't care to scan the old torn suitcase he was carrying. It turned out to be the greatest mistake of their lives. In the suitcase, was five pounds of plastic explosives.
Bart Smith, who worked as a Presidential Palace auto mechanic, put the suitcase in the rear of the limo. He left later on.
Day Two, 0600 hours, Presidential Palace
"Eep, I've got to delay the meeting. I just realized I've got to stay with my daughter..." said the President.
"I understand" said the Secretary of War, "I will go in your place, to discuss the current situation with the JRM."
"Thank you very much, you know the condition of my daughter..." the President and the Secretary started chatting.
Later, at 0630 hours
The Secretary of War was just thinking about how he just wants to go home to his wife and kids steps into the garage. A security guard tells him to step back.
"We have detected a possible threat" says the guard.
"Bah, humbug" says the Secretary, who is obviously in a crappy mood.
Right then, there is a huge explosion. The driver, the guard, and the Secretary are immediately killed. The Palace sets on fire, but the President and the rest of the cabinet escape any harm.
Comrade Roberts is watching from accross the street. He calls one of his associates:
"It's Wulf. Kill Bart Smith, he may be dangerous. Yes, it seems to have been successfull."
'Comrade Roberts' quickly vanishes into the crowds.