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Kasuka, Carriebean
The day was a Friday afternoon, as people began to wind down for the night, get their little ones in bed against their wishes and amid protests that only a three year old would make sense of, the people of the city of carriebean were loyal folks, deeply loyal to the bone of the regime, which, had plotted their demise only minutes before hand, with a throw of a dart, some rum and a bit of febreeze mixed in there, several top ranking Carriebean officials, including Emperor Zachary V and even the president, Carol Dartenby, the first lady president in Carriebean’s almost 700 year history, was rumored to be at that meeting, that meeting, in one Monday morning, amid all the gossipy talk on Dartenby’s husband, the cable television guy not fixing the stereo so they could listen and spy on their citizens, was a certain discussion that was struck up, someone said it was the beginning of a new month, to which they all cheered and food was brought out, mountains of food and cakes, even the famous carriebean claskvardi was not spared in the expenses, over 100,000 Sais worth, 10 years pay for the average carriebean worker, was thrown around like it was nothing.
A map was brought out of the carriebean nation when all the politicians and spoiled rich nobles lined up and after a short kanga line, darts were passed out, with red, yellow and black, and green being used, the small objects grasped firmly in their hands, the men and women threw them against the wall, a series of thuds began to hit almost as a symphony, thud, thud, whack. A small aide to the king merely charted down the coordinates and had sent word to the Carriebean Nuclear missile Gambling Headquarters, who’s chairman, Nathan Thornhairy Usomara, an imposing figure, towering over the heads of the carriebean men and women present, and an impressive 12’5, ducked into the command seat and threw his weight around with some local politicians and promised them huge bonuses if they continued this “proud and loyal tradition of blood and honor.” He peered over the coordinates sent, and merely nodded, this part was done.
At Kasuka, the shells began to fire, the “huge Hans” a 345 foot long barreled artillery piece got their ammunition sorted out, and loaded into the huge base of the gun, after an hour of careful calculation and raising of the gun, the shell was fired at exactly 9:00 am, the shell screamed into the town, briefly joining the symphony of yells and screams from the terrified and barely waking townsfolk before a terrific flash engulfed the city, the men manning the gun looked on with pride and happiness on the outside, disgust and sickness on the inside. Their ears filled now with a massive boom, the blast broke the windows and let in radiation from the nuclear shell flood the surrounding area. The men grabbed their masks and threw them on after leaving the bunker.
In the cities of la Mountaina, Las Santos and, El Hombre en las nubes, bright flashes of light followed by ear deafening booms were seen for miles away, the people that could not get away from the city were vaporized and their remains were never found, of the 55,300,000 people that was the combined population of all four cities, close to 3/5ths of that number was killed off in the strikes.
Zachary V stood up on the podium.
"People of Carriebean, I am pleased to report that this morning, four of our major cities have been destroyed, a total of 33 million of our people lie dead among the radioactive ruins of such great marvels of engineering and architecture, but, fear not, for this was part of our grand operation, it was carried out precisely with every precaution being made. the end goal of controlling our population has succeeded, and with the rapid growth of our population, from 1.362 billion in 2013 to 1.587 billion in 2016, in three years we managed to get almost a quarter of a million people into our nation's borders. now, some nations may see us a radical, extremist, maybe even terrorist genocidal psychopaths, and I say, let them come to our lands, let them try to take our leaders down, for the carriebean people and her armed forces, shall never surrender, I am, as a precaution, ordering the mobilization of the Carriebean People's Militas all throughout the nation, and will put all of our remaining armed forces on high alert. Workers, Peasants, Arm Yourselves, Arm Yourselves with guns!"
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