Jihad Mania
23-01-2006, 01:13
It was a peaceful day in Jihad Mania, a relatively young nation made up of terrorists, brigades, terrorist brigades, armed zealots, and so on, that had somehow gotten bored of fighting after being bombed, shot, and abused in every kind and form (and doing likewise to their infidel enemies when the chance came). So, they all decided to throw their guns, scimitars and home-made explosives down, and build a magnificent nation based on religious intolerance, lack of women's rights, backwards, nay, medieval mindset, on a wasteland so unfit for human life, no one had ever had the sad idea of settling. Until then. That place became known as the nation of Jihad Mania.
Soon, starvation and disease spread through the populace, but all was well in their eyes. The mountains provided them holes to safely freeze in the night in, as well as wild goats to shoot at, not to mention marmots and vultures. The valleys offered splendid grounds for weed, and their staple source of income, drugs, bloomed in a short time. The population grew over the years, and spread through the mountains. Joy there was, when a village died of uranium ingestion! A nearby spring was adjacent to uranium deposits, and so, the poeple dwelled in the riches provided by the new mine. Which is to say, the guards shot anyone that came within a radius of 10km unninvited.
It was all going well, when a stray bullet from a Sunni gangster made its way into the skull of a Shiite cleric. Of course, it was an everyday occurence, for gangs to fight amidst themselves over the lucrative commerce of drugs, and accidents do happen, but the battle rage of their ancestors was upon them, and a civil war erupted between the two sects. The government did as it should, and fled the scene, seeing if it could somehow guilt a powerful enough country to invade and set the Founding party (the only party there was, by the way) back in power as a puppet.
Soon, starvation and disease spread through the populace, but all was well in their eyes. The mountains provided them holes to safely freeze in the night in, as well as wild goats to shoot at, not to mention marmots and vultures. The valleys offered splendid grounds for weed, and their staple source of income, drugs, bloomed in a short time. The population grew over the years, and spread through the mountains. Joy there was, when a village died of uranium ingestion! A nearby spring was adjacent to uranium deposits, and so, the poeple dwelled in the riches provided by the new mine. Which is to say, the guards shot anyone that came within a radius of 10km unninvited.
It was all going well, when a stray bullet from a Sunni gangster made its way into the skull of a Shiite cleric. Of course, it was an everyday occurence, for gangs to fight amidst themselves over the lucrative commerce of drugs, and accidents do happen, but the battle rage of their ancestors was upon them, and a civil war erupted between the two sects. The government did as it should, and fled the scene, seeing if it could somehow guilt a powerful enough country to invade and set the Founding party (the only party there was, by the way) back in power as a puppet.