NationStates Jolt Archive

June 17th, late at night

It was the day of Central Prestonian independence, a day celebrated by the small Prestonian Cohenian community inside of the larger cities but not much elsewhere. Other places, specifically in the nation of Prestonia herself, rejoiced and imbibed in alcoholic beverages. There was a party in another nation, and the Cohenians (a race of people who do enjoy partying) were not invited. What is this heresy, one can ask? Something that only a severely overserved Cohenian can right.

To Whom It May Concern in the Lamegoers of Central Prestonia

How dare you host an independence day and not invite us, the Cohenians? We are a race of people who enjoy reveling, yet you do not invite us to said occasions? This, Prestonians, is true heresy. As we speak, my bombers are en route to your nation to enact a revenge that only Cohenians can give - the total nuclear annihilation of your nation. You have driven us to the brink before, but we have indeed largely ignored it. Now you can not.

Sincerely,

I. M. Drankin

U. R. Wastinsk


And with that, the large bombing fleet of the Cohenian nation flew right towards their targets in Central Prestonia, carrying a large payload of nuclear weapons in each. Aerova was to fall, and with it Prestonia! "Two minutes!" a pilot screamed, putting his hand on the bombbay door handle. All other pilots followed.

However, unknown to the Prestonians, these were not real nuclear bombs.

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President Fan Banou was reported to have lulzed, and charged his lazor.

he then fired de missilez

....."Meanwhile PFC Marakov was laying prostrate on the ground as he tried to get an angle to fire at the Kregaians in the terraced building at the end of the courtyard. There was an explosion. As Marakov regained his senses he saw men rushing out a second door in the back of the lounge, weapons drawn. There was blood splattered all over the wall and limbs lying on the green granite floor. The Kregaian was first to fire and sent a burst of hot led into the back of another Ichkeriyan soldier. The man screamed once in pain and fell to the ground on his face limp. Marakov responded in kind, Sending rounds flying on full auto into the Kregaian's face, tearing apart his helmet and destroying his head until there was only half an unrecognizable shard of skull remaining. The soldier behind this man fired point blank and hit Marakov in his left side. He fell to the ground writhing in pain. As he looked up expecting the end he saw a fellow soldier bash the Kregaian in the head with the butt of his rifle. Another Kregaian came up from behind with a knife and taking him across the face with his left hand, slit his throat with his other. Marakov had picked up his rifle again and fired at the second Kregaian soldier. The man was thrown by the force of the rounds over a small table and into a wall where he fell back to the ground lifeless."....


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wait... I'm not in this rp...


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