Salted Crackers
22-04-2008, 07:07
A civil war ravaged country, with a military holding a slim majority of the population in a form of democracy that exists while its good for the elite.
But all that was being put in the past by the new President Elect, Carl Barca. Recently Salted Crackers had released a press statement (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=554900) asking for shows of interest in establishing embassies in the highly patrolled capital streets of Cracker City. Carl Barca had been waiting for this moment ever since.
Today was the day that the international community gave its support and formal acceptance of this barley new system of rule that had been the idea of which ever general had the strongest army occupying the capital at the time.
Today is when the rebellion in the south is ignored, and Barca's government is seen as the right and just system of ruling.
Along the airport tarmac, lined up in full military detail was 2,000 royal guardsmen flanking either side of the main runway. The rest of the airport had been closed to ensure no screw ups, for today was Carl Barca's big day and any screw up would be surmountable to treason. All incoming airplanes were first intercepted by the Royal Air Force's most expensive looking F-14s and asked to land in front of the President Elect if they were international diplomats.
Carl Barca wore a small radio piece in his ear.
"Sir, the first plane is incoming now, escorting finished."
Barca slapped his biggest i love democracy grin and stuck out his hand to receive the first ambassador and show them to their limosuine which would take them to their hotels where they would wait until the net days Inaugeration ceremony.
"Here they come..." thought Barca as the first door opened up...
But all that was being put in the past by the new President Elect, Carl Barca. Recently Salted Crackers had released a press statement (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=554900) asking for shows of interest in establishing embassies in the highly patrolled capital streets of Cracker City. Carl Barca had been waiting for this moment ever since.
Today was the day that the international community gave its support and formal acceptance of this barley new system of rule that had been the idea of which ever general had the strongest army occupying the capital at the time.
Today is when the rebellion in the south is ignored, and Barca's government is seen as the right and just system of ruling.
Along the airport tarmac, lined up in full military detail was 2,000 royal guardsmen flanking either side of the main runway. The rest of the airport had been closed to ensure no screw ups, for today was Carl Barca's big day and any screw up would be surmountable to treason. All incoming airplanes were first intercepted by the Royal Air Force's most expensive looking F-14s and asked to land in front of the President Elect if they were international diplomats.
Carl Barca wore a small radio piece in his ear.
"Sir, the first plane is incoming now, escorting finished."
Barca slapped his biggest i love democracy grin and stuck out his hand to receive the first ambassador and show them to their limosuine which would take them to their hotels where they would wait until the net days Inaugeration ceremony.
"Here they come..." thought Barca as the first door opened up...