Jimzraway
18-08-2008, 07:04
1500 Hours, Jimzrawayin Capital Building
Right now, some big meeting was going on in Xavier Hall in the Capital building. Something to do with nuclear proliferation and bio weapons threats. Maury the janitor cared nothing about any of this. He just did his job. Sweeping, Moping, Polishing, and keeping things tidy in general. He made 10 USD an hour, and was happy. Little did he know, the meeting going on in that room was more prevalent then anyone would have thought. Maury finished sweeping the hallway outside of Xavier Hall and would have gone into the Hall itself, but didn't because of the meeting. So he took his broom, and headed for the basement. He was on his way to where he had his supplies, when he realized something odd. Charles Kain, and Roy Campbell, who should have been at the meeting up stairs, couldn't have been there. He knew this because whenever they were in a meeting that was in Xavier Hall, he was never allowed to sweep in the hallway outside of the Hall itself. Charles Kain was the Ruler of Jimzraway and Roy Campbell was the Secretary of War. Two of the most powerful and influential men, that should have been spearheading the conversation upstairs weren't even in the building...and then it happened. A large explosion rocked the building. Maury was hit in the head with a falling beam, and was knocked out. He woke up a few moments later, and tried to go back upstairs. When he opened the door however, he was met with only flames and heat. He closed the door, and tried to find another way out...
1500 Hours, Jimzrawayin International Airport
On the other side of Jimzraway, the main Airport of the nation was going about a normal day. Men and women poured in and out, on and off of planes. Planes landed and departed, announcements came over the speakers warning the commuters that if any bags or packages were left unattended, they would be confiscated, searched, and possibly destroyed. For everyone involved, it was just a normal day. In the main security office, the head of airport security, Jim Donague, received a phone call. The call told him that a nuclear bomb was going to detonate in a minute and thirty seconds, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was then given a web address. It opened a web cam, showing what seemed to be a nuclear device, counting down. The head of security, thinking this was a joke, didn't pay much mind. Until he noticed that behind the device was a pair of boots. A pair of black boots, one with a white lace, and one with a red one. The pair he kept in his locker in case of emergency...he moved to the locker in the room slowly, still thinking it was a hoax. He opened the locker door...and was staring down at the device on the screen. The count down read 20 seconds. Jim sat down in his chair, took one last swig from his beer, and waited. 10 seconds now. He kissed a picture of his wife and children, and then a white flash...
This is a JNN Special News Bulletin
A distraught looking reporter appeared on the screen. "Ladies and Gentlemen of Jimzraway...this is...this is Chet Woden, reporting from outside the Capital Building...it would seem...it would seem that...oh god...my brother was working...ahem, excuse me. It would seem that a plane has crashed into the Capital Building...wait, I'm getting a report...wha...what?! No...it can't...ladies and gentlemen. Not only has the Capital Building been destroyed...but...a nuclear device has detonated within the Jimzrawayin International Airport. I'm being told that until further notice...Martial Law has been declared. Stay tuned for further...for fur..." the man on screen began to choke, as did the camera man. The camera fell to the ground, and caught every other person in the area collapsing as well. All of them choking and foaming from the mouth, and bleeding from the eyes. The country of Jimzraway had come under attack. Both Nuclear, and Biological. A bulletin went out to all nations around the world.
http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k185/kmankevin1987/TheflagofNorsefire.png
Official Jimzrawayin Communique
To:All Nations
From:Ruler Charles Kain of Jimzraway
Re:Support
Nations of the World, this is Charles Kain, Ruler of Jimzraway. I am asking for your help. Our nation has recently come under attack. Although information is still scarce, it would seem that both nuclear and biological attacks have been carried out on our nation. We know so far that a tactical nuclear device was detonated within our International Airport, and it would seem that a plane, which crashed into and destroyed our Capital Building, was also holding a biological agent, detonated either upon or shortly after impact. We request any militaristic, economic, or other type of support you can offer. Please, I am personally requesting this help.
Signed,
Charles Kain, Ruler of Jimzraway.
((OOC: I need one or two nations/groups to claim responsibility for the attacks, and 4 or 5 nations willing to send militaristic support. Whoever claims responsibility for the attacks needs to continue to carry out attacks on my nation and any other nations forces within mine. I hope to keep this going for a long, long time.))
Right now, some big meeting was going on in Xavier Hall in the Capital building. Something to do with nuclear proliferation and bio weapons threats. Maury the janitor cared nothing about any of this. He just did his job. Sweeping, Moping, Polishing, and keeping things tidy in general. He made 10 USD an hour, and was happy. Little did he know, the meeting going on in that room was more prevalent then anyone would have thought. Maury finished sweeping the hallway outside of Xavier Hall and would have gone into the Hall itself, but didn't because of the meeting. So he took his broom, and headed for the basement. He was on his way to where he had his supplies, when he realized something odd. Charles Kain, and Roy Campbell, who should have been at the meeting up stairs, couldn't have been there. He knew this because whenever they were in a meeting that was in Xavier Hall, he was never allowed to sweep in the hallway outside of the Hall itself. Charles Kain was the Ruler of Jimzraway and Roy Campbell was the Secretary of War. Two of the most powerful and influential men, that should have been spearheading the conversation upstairs weren't even in the building...and then it happened. A large explosion rocked the building. Maury was hit in the head with a falling beam, and was knocked out. He woke up a few moments later, and tried to go back upstairs. When he opened the door however, he was met with only flames and heat. He closed the door, and tried to find another way out...
1500 Hours, Jimzrawayin International Airport
On the other side of Jimzraway, the main Airport of the nation was going about a normal day. Men and women poured in and out, on and off of planes. Planes landed and departed, announcements came over the speakers warning the commuters that if any bags or packages were left unattended, they would be confiscated, searched, and possibly destroyed. For everyone involved, it was just a normal day. In the main security office, the head of airport security, Jim Donague, received a phone call. The call told him that a nuclear bomb was going to detonate in a minute and thirty seconds, and there was nothing he could do about it. He was then given a web address. It opened a web cam, showing what seemed to be a nuclear device, counting down. The head of security, thinking this was a joke, didn't pay much mind. Until he noticed that behind the device was a pair of boots. A pair of black boots, one with a white lace, and one with a red one. The pair he kept in his locker in case of emergency...he moved to the locker in the room slowly, still thinking it was a hoax. He opened the locker door...and was staring down at the device on the screen. The count down read 20 seconds. Jim sat down in his chair, took one last swig from his beer, and waited. 10 seconds now. He kissed a picture of his wife and children, and then a white flash...
This is a JNN Special News Bulletin
A distraught looking reporter appeared on the screen. "Ladies and Gentlemen of Jimzraway...this is...this is Chet Woden, reporting from outside the Capital Building...it would seem...it would seem that...oh god...my brother was working...ahem, excuse me. It would seem that a plane has crashed into the Capital Building...wait, I'm getting a report...wha...what?! No...it can't...ladies and gentlemen. Not only has the Capital Building been destroyed...but...a nuclear device has detonated within the Jimzrawayin International Airport. I'm being told that until further notice...Martial Law has been declared. Stay tuned for further...for fur..." the man on screen began to choke, as did the camera man. The camera fell to the ground, and caught every other person in the area collapsing as well. All of them choking and foaming from the mouth, and bleeding from the eyes. The country of Jimzraway had come under attack. Both Nuclear, and Biological. A bulletin went out to all nations around the world.
http://i88.photobucket.com/albums/k185/kmankevin1987/TheflagofNorsefire.png
Official Jimzrawayin Communique
To:All Nations
From:Ruler Charles Kain of Jimzraway
Re:Support
Nations of the World, this is Charles Kain, Ruler of Jimzraway. I am asking for your help. Our nation has recently come under attack. Although information is still scarce, it would seem that both nuclear and biological attacks have been carried out on our nation. We know so far that a tactical nuclear device was detonated within our International Airport, and it would seem that a plane, which crashed into and destroyed our Capital Building, was also holding a biological agent, detonated either upon or shortly after impact. We request any militaristic, economic, or other type of support you can offer. Please, I am personally requesting this help.
Signed,
Charles Kain, Ruler of Jimzraway.
((OOC: I need one or two nations/groups to claim responsibility for the attacks, and 4 or 5 nations willing to send militaristic support. Whoever claims responsibility for the attacks needs to continue to carry out attacks on my nation and any other nations forces within mine. I hope to keep this going for a long, long time.))