Explosion of the Supreme People's Congress Building -MT|Open

[Skrilenia]

OOC: One event takes place after another... Welcome to one of those domino scenarios - one thing after another, secretly planned but not known whether successful scenario by me, Skril. Enjoy the ride, either that or come in and fuck things up your way, so that the story will be more interesting. Oh, and a warning, mature contents could be present, so consideration of viewing or participation is recommended. We'll see how things go.

SKRILENIAN PEOPLE'S NEWS AGENCY
(Audio Version)

Comrade Proletarians of Skrilenia, today is a day of tragedy, a day which will live in infamy, as all Central Committee members, Supreme People's Senators, and one third of the number of People's Representatives, as well as two of our great Socialist Fatherland's military generals, lost their lives in the explosion of the Supreme People's Congress Building. People were walking in the street, when a loud bang was heard, causing a huge fire, destroying the Building. All watched hopelessly, as our Socialist Fatherland, unfortunately, has no fire departments.

Meanwhile, all civilian bunkers around our nation also somehow exploded, however no citizen was hurt; we repeat, nobody was hurt. All of these incidents occurred too close together, High Command of the Union of Skrilenia's Red People's Liberation Armed Forces, or Yusharplaf, assumed that this is the deed of the notorious terrorist organization, Provisional Popular Militia Forces - PPMF - led by the Liberal Democratic Party, the National Popular Front and National Democratic People's Government of Free Skrilenia, or "Demagogues".

As for now, the situation is fortunately under control, as the Director of the Central State Security Agency - CCCA, Adi Kobaza; the Vice Director Xrai Ismal - former Chief of State of the previous Socialist administration; and parts of the Yusharplaf proclaimed a Kobaza - Ismal Administration to take over the People's Democratic Republic of the Union of Skrilenia. Their control of the CCCA swiftly allowed them to take office and build Skrilenia's nation after this incident.

Let us send condolences to those who lost their families in the explosion, and congratulations to our new Supreme People's Paramount Leaders, Adi Kobaza and Xrai Ismal. We wish them good health to guide our nation through these turbulent times, and crush all efforts in destroying our Socialist System by the illegitimate Demagogue organization. Hail the Supreme People's Paramount Leaders, who live eternally in the People's hearts as our Great Leaders - a million years to you and our Socialist cause; Hail Victory and Allahu Akbar!

[Skrilenia]

SKRILENIAN PEOPLE'S NEWS AGENCY

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Comrade Adi Kobaza (left) and Comrade Xrai Ismal (right)

(Audio Version)

Comrade Proletarians, today our two dearest, greatest Comrades, Adi Kobaza and Xrai Ismal have both confirmed their positions as Supreme People's Paramount Leaders of our great nation, Union and Islamic Congregation. They have installed the entire leadership of the Central State Security Committee and all military generals around Skrilenia as our new Central Committee of the greatest international political party - the People's Democratic Republican Party! The People's Democratic Republic of the Union of Skrilenia now awaits a new bright golden age, MUCH BRIGHTER THAN OUR LAST OBSCURE, UNDISCLOSED LEADERSHIP!

On other news, today, our great Government of the great Cyrillic-writing English-speaking Black Polynesian people has also begun a campaign to crack down on and stamp out the last of the non-English speakers and English speakers that are not writing Cyrillic around our nation to secure a future for our people to prosper and expand; this is only a part of a much bigger campaign to liquidate all opposition around Skrilenia, which includes the two treasonous, notorious terrorist organizations our Most God-Fearing Communist Government has been hunting down for ages! We wish all boys, men and elderly in the Union of Skrilenia's Red People's Liberation Army good luck in this operation to free our people from the chains of oppression, betrayal and wrongdoing!

Let it be! With faith in Allah, will Workers prosper! Hail the Supreme People's Paramount Leaders, who live eternally in the People's hearts as our Great Leaders - a million years to you and our Socialist cause; Hail Victory and Allahu Akbar!

Meanwhile, in a forest within the anarchistic nation that is Skrilenia

... in the dirty waters, a mixed Intellectual and his family were running for their lives. They were being chased down by 9-year-old child operatives of the Union of Skrilenia's Red People's Liberation Army, who were armed with small carbines and slingshots; along with them were senior officers of the Yusharplaf, armed with larger carbines, semi-automatic rifles, machine guns and kitchen knives. The pursuit caused them much of their power, and they were slowly being exhausted...

- Daddy, my legs hurt! - Said the young blond daughter of the Intellectual.

- It's OK, sweetie, I've got you... - The man said, lifting his daughter up and continued to run desperately.

- Who are we running from? I only see fast black friends... - The girl said.

- You see, honey, they have big black friends with them... They aren't exactly "friends", they aren't nice people, so we are trying to stay away as far as possible from them... - The mother said.

- Dad, your feet are bleeding! - Shouted the son in his teens, noticing his father's bare feet were bleeding, due to the small, sharp rocks on the way.

- It doesn't hurt, son, it does- AHHHH!

Carbine bullets came into contact with the father's shoulder. In pain, he knell down, trying to hold his daughter firmly in hands. From behind, slingshots hurt the other members of the family, the young daughter was most fortunately covered and protected by her weakened father. The faster child operatives reached him first, then the bigger men, then the elderly. The Intellectual father looked up along with his daughter, and in horror, he saw a man behind a mask, whose insidious Darth Vader-like breath shuddered him in a déjà vu...

- Running away from service of your warlord and country, that's more than cowardly, aye Comrade?

- I'm no Comrade of you so-called "People's Democratic Republicans"! Me and my family will never serve a depraved horde of corrupt psychotic rapists! Tell me, who are you?

The man - a Yusharplaf senior officer - took off his mask. His not-so-black, brownish/yellowish face wasn't frightening, but it scared the Intellectual, for he knew who the man was...

- You... Aren't you that commander of the resistance organization, the People's Revolutionary Democratic Front? ... aren't you supposed to be an enlightened visionary man? What happened, were you bought up, why are you working for the government now?

- Shh... You asked too much question, and that scared your little girl. We wouldn't like such a pretty face get teary, wouldn't we? - The officer squatted on his haunches, putting his hand in leather glove on the chin of the now very much scared little girl, who was having tears on her over her eyes and beautifully curved eyelashes.

- Daddy... I'm... - The girl told her father, holding his neck even tighter, staining her right hand with the blood on her father's shoulder.

- Answer me, mister Revolutionary! What happened?

- Well, let's just say... Ignoranse is Strengtkh, da? I guess I had no guts to stand against my country, ready to throw it into chaos for my own selfish devices... Unlike YOU runaways, who sought a hideout to destroy your homeland in a future that seems unreachable... - The officer approached the father and grabbed the man's white shirt collars - Now you guess what will happen if a family member tries to annihilate a people?

The man turned away from his daughter, helplessly on the ground, along with the devil in front of him, who he once believed would save his family from this awful rundown life that he, his family and all his acquaintances had been condemned to for their whole lives, who he once thought would save the people from the rule of lustful warlords, corrupted imams and vile officials; he regretted, wishing he had found a way to go back in time and rather joined the National Popular Front, had he been not so desperate and hasty...

- GET AWAY FROM MY FATHER, YOU FILTHY SWINE! - Shouted the son, before being restrained by the armed child operatives.

- You have got a strong-willed son. It's a shame that you won't see him ever again, though...

- Are you thinking of killing him? PLEASE, KILL ME, DO NOT KILL MY FAMILY, NOT MY WIFE, MY SON AND DAUGHTER! PLEASE, KILL ME, LET THEM GO!

- Hmm... That's exactly what I have just thought of: killing you! Your family would sooner or later meet you in hell... However, I would be compassionate and grant them a passage to life. But you... Ho! Ho! You have got everyone into trouble for an act against your people and your Homeland, here's how we'll do it...

The officer suddenly reached for his face and tore down a piece of his skin, revealing the horrifyingly disfigured left half of his face - perhaps from misuse of a rare, chemically acidic type of drugs in Skrilenia. With the melted/burned, somewhat zombie-like face, he looked the now utterly frightened, blood-stained Intellectual in his eyes and said:

- Now you listen to me and listen good. This is the last face you'll see, and the last message you'll hear. Me and ma boys here only want some goodies and some weeds... You've wasted my time, but instead we've actually found goodies... For having done so many bad things, you and your family will be punished. You, which needless to say, will be executed for plotting betrayal against us all. - The officer paused to make a sinister smile stretching between his cheeks, while a middle-aged Yusharplafer crossed his arms with a sharp, cold knife readied in hand - While your wife, she'll be generously given a position in the great Union of Skrilenia's Red People's Liberation Army, as a cook, and voluntary entertainer. Your son, of course, will be a permanent conscript in our most greatest Conqueror and General's army, as well as the Yusharplaf. Your daughter will be taken good care of, I promise, so that she'll soon share the fate of her mother - sometime in the future, whenever our rulers, our commanders, the imams, the higher-ups, the businessmen, the Proles, etc see fit. Any last word?

- NO! DON'T DO IT! NOOOOOO!!! JANE!!! LISA!!!

- That's what they always say... KILL HIM.

A bunch of men gathered around the Intellectual and his wife. They crowded around, so nothing but the man's hand raising in agony could be seen, and only the sound of stabbing and impaling could be heard, until his hand slowly dropped and the men turned to the Intellectual's wife. All that was left of the Intellectual was a corpse covered in blood, which was quickly mourned by his grieving children. Not controlling themselves on time, the children quickly saw a larger crowd surrounded their mother, all they could see was cloth flying in the air, the cloth looked quite like what their mother was wearing. From nowhere, the child operatives of the Yusharplaf came...

- Quickly, go with the Commander, you're now his adopted children. - One of the black children said in what could be considered a bastardization of the British accent, before cutting the statement with yawning, then continued - What are you waiting for? You've got no share of the weeds, come on, just fuckin' leave!

The kid pointed his slingshot at the head of the elder brother, while another escorted his sister. The children were now set to leave for somewhere else radically different...

[Skrilenia]

SKRILENIAN PEOPLE'S NEWS AGENCY

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Comrade Adi Kobaza (left) and Comrade Xrai Ismal (right)

Comrade Proletarians, today, we kill the savages! We will plunge our entire generous Union into a bloodbath! A ship carrying a crew that was to build a building representing our Central Committee of the Party, and a Mosque representing the glorious People's State Islam had been destroyed by a bomb! All crew members were killed! This is most definitely an act of terror committed by the National Popular Front of Skrilenia! The Quislings and Demagogues will pay the price!

On our streets, the Yusharplaf roams! It tears newborns that wouldn't be a member of the most glorious and successful People's Democratic Republican Party; wouldn't contribute to the development of our great people! It teaches women a lesson for the subhumans! It guns down men who would not be a part of the glorious Yusharplaf, to protect our nation from insidious threats internally and internationally!

It's time! Everything for justice, and justice back to Allah and his faithful followers! There will be blood on our streets; there will be collective graveyards where we will toss the dead bodies of Quislings and Reactionaries into; there will be police surveillance to destroy dangerous elements against the Central Committee, the Party, the Front and the Union; and there will be deaths! Lots of deaths!

Servants of Allah! We were destined to be great, and destined to do great things! Led by our most dearest Supreme People's Paramount Leaders, the Central Committee and the Party; the dark ages are behind, glorious ones are ahead! But we must first get rid of the ones who dare stand in the way of the words and commands of the Lord, our great Allah! That means we will stamp out the evils of terrorism through violence, and perpetual suspicion if necessary!

Let it be! With faith in Allah, will Workers prosper! Hail the Supreme People's Paramount Leaders, who live eternally in the People's hearts as our Great Leaders - a million years to you and our Socialist cause; Hail Victory and Allahu Akbar!

During the news broadcast, somewhere on Seraostrov Island, Yaponets Territories

The little girl was totally scared, when around Skrilenia, people, of all ages, were being killed and collectively dumped into big dug holes, as demonstrated by the piles of bodies covering up in one of the filmed death camps. She knew nothing but continuing to weep quietly - her father had died, her mother's fate unknown, and her brother being brought somewhere. She was strange to the place we was brought to, which seems like one of the Congregational Mosques. Suddenly, a middle-aged soldier approached her.

- Hey, small bitch, the commander needs to see you!

Without waiting for her response, the soldier grabbed her arm and dragged her away, until they reached the door of a room. She could feel the cold breeze at her feet, and see lights inside. Curiosity stopped her tear flows. She stood there, and shortly, came out the man with the mask - the man who ordered the death of her father. He took a kerchief to wipe some red liquid from his hands, while asking:

- How comfortable do you feel, little girl?

- This place... I have never been to this place before...

- How do you like it?

- It's... scary... um...

- You don't have to worry, I'm here for you, for I am...

He unmasked. The face stirred up the feelings inside the little girl: happiness and confusion, as she saw a face she knew too well - her father's face. She both wanted to hug and kiss on that face's cheek, but she kept wondering why her father could have survived the brutal killing of the commander's troops. The voice that echoed in her mind, later, made her very happy:

- I am your father, Lisa. I have arisen from the forest to assure your safety.

- Daddy! If you are still alive, can you bring back all the people that the bad guys killed?

The naive, cute question made the man paused. There was hesitation in his voice, the long humming, before he continued:

- But sweetie, only I can live forever, you know, I'm the best guy in the world! The other people are not able to. It's not in my power to bring them back.

- You're the best, so you must bring those people back to life! Please, father!

- I CAN'T, YOU INSOLENT BITCH!

The tone of the man brought senses to the child. Like "telepathy" of sorts, she realized: he wasn't her dear father, who really died in the forest to stab wounds. She turned and ran away, back to the room where she was dragged away from, continuing to cry. The soldier that brought her to the "father" was going to go after her, but was stopped by the man, who tore away his fake skin, revealing the hideous, monstrous face behind, while saying:

- Leave her. That impudent child will grow to be a genuine sex slave for all classes of people. We must now cater her like a pet, before treating her like one wild animal...

The girl ran, the direction of the room, but she didn't turn; she sped ahead. She was stopped by the corridor walls at a turn. She saw a hole, and was able to hear her brother's voice. Again, curiosity raised, and she looked outside, when she heard someone getting slapped. It was her brother.

- YOU DARE TO CHALLENGE YOUR SUPERIOR IN RANK?!

- In rank! But not in the determination to fight and the goal to achieve!

- Wha...

The bold adolescent stopped the Yusharplaf Lieutenant from acting all "superior". Out of nowhere, the "Father Killer" (name given to the commander who killed the girl's father) showed up and ordered:

- Stop. I see potentials within this boy. He would make a great soldier and national hero to our Socialist Cause devoted to the Lord. Tell me your name, boy.

- John. John Soldat Umnyi. I am in no service of your oppressive objective, nor your religious idol.

- Ah, a soldier and an Intellectual. That makes a perfect combination; well yes, he'd indeed be a national hero, isn't it Lieutenant Janzi?

- D... Da, Commander.

- Come. Or rather, stay where you are. All of you, dismiss. I have words to tell this young gentleman.

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At the same time...

All around Yaponets, like the rest of Skrilenia, everything was brutal. Nonetheless, it would soon be a day to remember: the National Popular Front will not just stand still and watch as their people get killed. Soon, they'd take action. They'd overthrow the undemocratic leeches that rule the nation your roughly a year. More than months of careful plannings, training and foreseen alliances had come to this. They must not fail, for the lives of thousands were at stake.