Bureaucracia
19-12-2005, 06:06
Charles "Chuck" E. Dwight stood looking at the man he had overthrown, who was being held back by two bodyguards.
"GUARDS! TAKE THIS IDIOT AWAY!" Chuck said.
"Please reconsider! All I wanted to do was help the country out!" said Ken Harvey, a man who overthrew Chuck's regime to try to change the country over to a republic from a police state.
"You really think I'll reconsider, you lousy son of a-"
"RECONSIDER, PLEASE! DON'T SEND ME TO JAIL!"
"Guards, take him away." Ken tried to kick at the ground and stop the guards, but he couldn't. He was thrown into a white armored SUV and taken away to a maximum-security jail for political prisoners.
"All in a day's work," Chuck said to himself.
Chuck turned to his right-hand man, who was nameless. Even Chuck didn't know his name. "Okay, let's this country back on its feet. You know what will happen if you don't teach this country to walk again?"
"What?" the man said.
Chuck held up a twig, and snapped it in his rather frail fingers. "That'll happen to you."
Chuck's right-hand man gulped.
OOC: In other words, my country is back from the dead (I got it resurrected about half an hour ago). To get the country's economy back on its legs, what donations can I take from you guys?
One US dollar = 16 Bureaucracian yazoos.
"GUARDS! TAKE THIS IDIOT AWAY!" Chuck said.
"Please reconsider! All I wanted to do was help the country out!" said Ken Harvey, a man who overthrew Chuck's regime to try to change the country over to a republic from a police state.
"You really think I'll reconsider, you lousy son of a-"
"RECONSIDER, PLEASE! DON'T SEND ME TO JAIL!"
"Guards, take him away." Ken tried to kick at the ground and stop the guards, but he couldn't. He was thrown into a white armored SUV and taken away to a maximum-security jail for political prisoners.
"All in a day's work," Chuck said to himself.
Chuck turned to his right-hand man, who was nameless. Even Chuck didn't know his name. "Okay, let's this country back on its feet. You know what will happen if you don't teach this country to walk again?"
"What?" the man said.
Chuck held up a twig, and snapped it in his rather frail fingers. "That'll happen to you."
Chuck's right-hand man gulped.
OOC: In other words, my country is back from the dead (I got it resurrected about half an hour ago). To get the country's economy back on its legs, what donations can I take from you guys?
One US dollar = 16 Bureaucracian yazoos.