Zanski
07-01-2006, 15:13
in the xanka house for polotics, 300 politicians feircely debated the state of the war-torn nation. on one hand there was the fact that the capital, xanka, had been bombed by dancy days before and bodys still lay rotten on the street, on the other, the genicide of the dancian zanx population in the street called genicide street, where the murder took place.
when accused by the people of being a murderer, merech terezanski, the emporer ordered the 1-a-day hangings to stop, and leave the dancian hostages to die of natural causes (starvation, disease) but still be monitered by soldiers.
one day, he ordered the gates to be opened and he stepped into the street.
the nation had always been a disaster, from the forbidden-to-be-talked-about historic days of civil war. the nation had been split into two groups, terezanskidom & terezanskiland because of civil unrest. this had caused evn more riots and unrest, but the two were extremely dangerous to join back, the selfish leader of terezanskiland, crispin, was spoilt and wanted his own nation. this resulted in civil wars.the women of terezanskidom were raped, tortured and hanged on trej highway, the biggest road in the nation, then cut open and thrown to the rats.crispin was shot in battle the next week. the people of terezanskidom renamed trej highway genicide street.
the name of the nation was renamed zanski.
peace returned.
but left again when dancy bombed xanka.
as merech walked through the street, people looked at him with hateful, sad, dry eyes. a small child hissed at him and merech hissed back. he felt anticipation of something, but he didn`t dare guess.
suddenly he heard someone cry out.
he thought he heard someone clap once.
a sharp pain ripped through his back and he fell onto the floor. the people ran to him and he fet thuds and stabs all through his body.then...nothing.
a cheer ran through the street. merech`s lifeless body was lifted onto a crate and chained up on top of the gates of genicide street while the soldiers lasered the words onto the space above his head:
here evil was defeated.
the old man never much liked his job of putting up road signs, but he didn`t mind this one assignment. apart from the fact that he had to smell the ex-emporer`s mangled, rotting carcass, but he was doing it for the novelty of smelling evil drift into the sky. he jumped down from the ladder, his old, wise brown eyes sparkling with wonder as he looked at his newest work.
the black paint stood out from the white like one red apple amongst a hundred green ones: VICTORY STREET
ps, dancy...peace.
btw im called zanskland now.
when accused by the people of being a murderer, merech terezanski, the emporer ordered the 1-a-day hangings to stop, and leave the dancian hostages to die of natural causes (starvation, disease) but still be monitered by soldiers.
one day, he ordered the gates to be opened and he stepped into the street.
the nation had always been a disaster, from the forbidden-to-be-talked-about historic days of civil war. the nation had been split into two groups, terezanskidom & terezanskiland because of civil unrest. this had caused evn more riots and unrest, but the two were extremely dangerous to join back, the selfish leader of terezanskiland, crispin, was spoilt and wanted his own nation. this resulted in civil wars.the women of terezanskidom were raped, tortured and hanged on trej highway, the biggest road in the nation, then cut open and thrown to the rats.crispin was shot in battle the next week. the people of terezanskidom renamed trej highway genicide street.
the name of the nation was renamed zanski.
peace returned.
but left again when dancy bombed xanka.
as merech walked through the street, people looked at him with hateful, sad, dry eyes. a small child hissed at him and merech hissed back. he felt anticipation of something, but he didn`t dare guess.
suddenly he heard someone cry out.
he thought he heard someone clap once.
a sharp pain ripped through his back and he fell onto the floor. the people ran to him and he fet thuds and stabs all through his body.then...nothing.
a cheer ran through the street. merech`s lifeless body was lifted onto a crate and chained up on top of the gates of genicide street while the soldiers lasered the words onto the space above his head:
here evil was defeated.
the old man never much liked his job of putting up road signs, but he didn`t mind this one assignment. apart from the fact that he had to smell the ex-emporer`s mangled, rotting carcass, but he was doing it for the novelty of smelling evil drift into the sky. he jumped down from the ladder, his old, wise brown eyes sparkling with wonder as he looked at his newest work.
the black paint stood out from the white like one red apple amongst a hundred green ones: VICTORY STREET
ps, dancy...peace.
btw im called zanskland now.