The Random Guy
23-07-2008, 04:00
The scene is set for the revolution. Outside, anxious citizens wait in fear of their future, while inside two powerful rulers have begun to gather. They have both come to expect different things from their people, as their people expect different things of them. They both hold the key to the other's survival, but their past conflicts may prove to be too much.
Waiting inside the building, Michael casts worried glances at the door, awaiting the arrival of the other ruler. His name he shuttered to speak, but for the welfare of his country which he was entrusted to, Michael must. His statement was nothing but bold, and his intentions were questionable. However, Michael had no doubts. He would press forward, no matter what the costs.
Unconciousely, Michael had begun to set up the chess set displayed in front of him. He was always playing, always looking for ways to win. Checkmate was often in his reach, having never lost a game since birth. At a very young age he was noticed for his gifts in strategic games, and at only six the army recruited him to be their strategist. It was all a large game. Pieces had to be sacrificed, but in the end it was worth protecting the king.
Like this, he had grown into a human weapon. His life quickly revolved around guns, where they should go and how they should fight. He was a human weapon; his mind alone nearly insured victory. As he rose to power, he began to gain fans across the nation. He played along, and pretended to overthrow the anarchy and establish a government. Little did the naive people know, he's in control. He is their dictator, their leader, and they can never resist it. Simply put; making them believe he is their ideal leader makes his life easier. Anarchy leads to oppression. Oppression leads to execution. He would not die.
Michael had the perfect plan. The perfect murder. The perfect takeover. It wasn't supposed to long. It wasn't supposed to be hard. All the pawns were in place, and now he just had to declare checkmate. But things out of his control quickly swirled about; things he had never anticipated. Before long, he was caught amidst a series of natural disasters like the world had never seen. Now was his time to shine.
OOC: Jason, make your move.
Waiting inside the building, Michael casts worried glances at the door, awaiting the arrival of the other ruler. His name he shuttered to speak, but for the welfare of his country which he was entrusted to, Michael must. His statement was nothing but bold, and his intentions were questionable. However, Michael had no doubts. He would press forward, no matter what the costs.
Unconciousely, Michael had begun to set up the chess set displayed in front of him. He was always playing, always looking for ways to win. Checkmate was often in his reach, having never lost a game since birth. At a very young age he was noticed for his gifts in strategic games, and at only six the army recruited him to be their strategist. It was all a large game. Pieces had to be sacrificed, but in the end it was worth protecting the king.
Like this, he had grown into a human weapon. His life quickly revolved around guns, where they should go and how they should fight. He was a human weapon; his mind alone nearly insured victory. As he rose to power, he began to gain fans across the nation. He played along, and pretended to overthrow the anarchy and establish a government. Little did the naive people know, he's in control. He is their dictator, their leader, and they can never resist it. Simply put; making them believe he is their ideal leader makes his life easier. Anarchy leads to oppression. Oppression leads to execution. He would not die.
Michael had the perfect plan. The perfect murder. The perfect takeover. It wasn't supposed to long. It wasn't supposed to be hard. All the pawns were in place, and now he just had to declare checkmate. But things out of his control quickly swirled about; things he had never anticipated. Before long, he was caught amidst a series of natural disasters like the world had never seen. Now was his time to shine.
OOC: Jason, make your move.