Greston
02-03-2008, 03:34
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The giant crowd that had gathered around the Grand Tower in Easen, Greston and watched as the numbers counted down to 1 marking the beginning of the newly Grestonian holiday named. DoubleWideville Day. At first when the current president, John Batther, announced the holiday and its name many people were outraged, angered, and humiliated. But then as he carried on his speech they grew happy, surprised, and delighted. John delivered his speech at the same place he delivered the speech on the launching of the nukes almost half a year ago.
“To my dear Grestonians, gathered here today, I announce the newest Grestonian holiday that will officially start tomorrow. The holiday is reluctantly named DoubleWideville day, after the nation the holiday is for. The declared more wars and started more conflicts and incidents in the short time they spent on world scene than we have so far. But no, this holiday is not celebrating their stupidity and the sadness that everyone who lost someone felt, but after something much, much different.
On this great day, the day of February 28th, DoubleWideville was destroyed, and we didn’t have to waste a breath to bring it upon them. Their peoples died today, a mass population completely extinct now, but not do I mourn! I celebrate their death and pass on the story of it to you. Today is the best day to come in years to our people, and even, possible, the great world they hated and disrupted.
So tonight, as you eat your dinner or lunch or whatever happens to enter your stomach next, make a toast, to the death, and extinction, of a peoples, of all DoubleWidevillians!”
Of course as he wrapped up his speech picked up his cup of water and made his toast to Greston the crowd erupted in applause and laughter and happiness. Every widow whose husband or mother whose child was killed by the terrorist, Christian supremacist scum let out tears and cried. They cried for their lost ones but along with those tears were tears of happiness, for the people who committed those treacheries no longer wasted precious space upon the Earth.
People flooded out onto the streets and many laws were practically suspended for the night. People practically organized parades on the side of the street then started marching. Confetti almost completely covered the streets and in many large, crowded cities you couldn’t see any of the roads or pavement.
Nothing was quiet; everyone was up and celebrating all the way until late into February 29th. No one was upset or angered about their extinction only happiness. Medical Trucks and jeeps from the Grestonian Armed Forces drove through the streets and the happy soldiers in the back threw the various drugs and food and treats, like Karshka and AK-47 from the Green Thumb Store (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=548348), into the crowds and onto the streets.
Everyone that worked in the various political buildings were allowed to go home but most stayed for the parties and celebrations going on. Even John Batther got into the fun and gobbled down the candied lemons in dark chocolate he ordered and was once caught sharing a joint of Karshka with one of his guards.
Specifically happy business men went on top of the tall buildings in Easen and Jast and other cities and dropped bills of the Grestonian currency, the marble, to the crowd below. Every one was happy and everyone was partying. The clean up would be a hassle and would cost loads of money to do but it was worth it, for that day DoubleWideville died and that was something worth celebrating.
OOC: You may be wondering, so yes, this is true on the 28th DoubleWideville ceased to exist so I decided this was necesary.
The giant crowd that had gathered around the Grand Tower in Easen, Greston and watched as the numbers counted down to 1 marking the beginning of the newly Grestonian holiday named. DoubleWideville Day. At first when the current president, John Batther, announced the holiday and its name many people were outraged, angered, and humiliated. But then as he carried on his speech they grew happy, surprised, and delighted. John delivered his speech at the same place he delivered the speech on the launching of the nukes almost half a year ago.
“To my dear Grestonians, gathered here today, I announce the newest Grestonian holiday that will officially start tomorrow. The holiday is reluctantly named DoubleWideville day, after the nation the holiday is for. The declared more wars and started more conflicts and incidents in the short time they spent on world scene than we have so far. But no, this holiday is not celebrating their stupidity and the sadness that everyone who lost someone felt, but after something much, much different.
On this great day, the day of February 28th, DoubleWideville was destroyed, and we didn’t have to waste a breath to bring it upon them. Their peoples died today, a mass population completely extinct now, but not do I mourn! I celebrate their death and pass on the story of it to you. Today is the best day to come in years to our people, and even, possible, the great world they hated and disrupted.
So tonight, as you eat your dinner or lunch or whatever happens to enter your stomach next, make a toast, to the death, and extinction, of a peoples, of all DoubleWidevillians!”
Of course as he wrapped up his speech picked up his cup of water and made his toast to Greston the crowd erupted in applause and laughter and happiness. Every widow whose husband or mother whose child was killed by the terrorist, Christian supremacist scum let out tears and cried. They cried for their lost ones but along with those tears were tears of happiness, for the people who committed those treacheries no longer wasted precious space upon the Earth.
People flooded out onto the streets and many laws were practically suspended for the night. People practically organized parades on the side of the street then started marching. Confetti almost completely covered the streets and in many large, crowded cities you couldn’t see any of the roads or pavement.
Nothing was quiet; everyone was up and celebrating all the way until late into February 29th. No one was upset or angered about their extinction only happiness. Medical Trucks and jeeps from the Grestonian Armed Forces drove through the streets and the happy soldiers in the back threw the various drugs and food and treats, like Karshka and AK-47 from the Green Thumb Store (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=548348), into the crowds and onto the streets.
Everyone that worked in the various political buildings were allowed to go home but most stayed for the parties and celebrations going on. Even John Batther got into the fun and gobbled down the candied lemons in dark chocolate he ordered and was once caught sharing a joint of Karshka with one of his guards.
Specifically happy business men went on top of the tall buildings in Easen and Jast and other cities and dropped bills of the Grestonian currency, the marble, to the crowd below. Every one was happy and everyone was partying. The clean up would be a hassle and would cost loads of money to do but it was worth it, for that day DoubleWideville died and that was something worth celebrating.
OOC: You may be wondering, so yes, this is true on the 28th DoubleWideville ceased to exist so I decided this was necesary.