Sondrian Socialist League || SONDRIA REGION ONLY

[Somatachristo Island]

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Prelude

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The commotion slowly died down. Speaker of the house, Atticus Reynolds, watched on as these men of politics and business slowly sat at their seats, and stopped pissing themselves like the excitable little dogs they were. Half an hour passed before he could talk.

"Congressmen here assembled", he said into the microphone, " As you know, this emergency security council has been called in response to the terrorist activities in the Northern Somatian District and in our very own capital."

With this there was a slight stir. 'Dumb-asses', thought Reynolds, these weak hearted men only took office because their local villages didn't want them competing for buisness or didn't want them in the area, so they elected them, against their will, to the full time job of congressmen.

"In the past month, there have been over 450 wounded, 14 killed, and 27 million in damages. We must act, for the safety of Somatachristo, and all the other socialist states this terrorist network has been targeting. As we agreed three days ago, the government of the fledgling nation of Anthlon has been petitioned to allow us to search for the Ras Hal ul Gor terrorist network inside their borders. They have denied us and given refuge and national recognition of said terrorist network."

Commotion ensued. Then it endured. It endured as an official looking body of government with no real authority tried to make themselves known and heard. There were over 500 congressmen in that room. The only real person with power was the speaker, the others simply led a life of delusion, assuming their neighbors had though them important enough to be in the congressional council. Any one with real importance was on the supreme council, not this poor excuse of a horse scat.

"I say its quick and simple, blow the fuckers outa the sky" yelled an unidentifiable voice. So naive, assuming Anthlon could fly, or even more than a single plane to fly.

Reynolds retired that day, horse and tired. He opened his emails. The congressional council had been over turned by the supreme council, their decision was nulled. Reynolds had spent all day trying to get a decision out of them, congress wanted peace. Supreme council wanted retribution for what had been done.

He grumbled at the thought that he would have to pay a few extra out of pocket expenses in the coming months to talk to important officials and stand there as war plans were drafted. As he was laying down for the night, he heard a commotion outside of his government issue window in his government issue apartment over looking the government district. Tanks had surrounded Anthlon's Embassy.

"I would allow you to surrender, but a little birdie told us you are hiding terrorists and refuse to surrender them. You have refused to surrender in the past, calling us a bunch of, and I quote, 'Pussies who are to scared of an international war council with no real power' and 'cowards that the founders of Somatachristo would be ashamed of.' harsh." said the young looking soldier with a loudspeaker and microphone, "We were told there is something like 500 of you dick-licks in there, which is kinda close to the number of Somatians who have suffered because of you. Now here's whats going to happen, we are going to shoot our tanks, see them, right here, pretty aren't they? After we are done with that, we are going to use these here flamethrower units, with their gasoline flamethrowers, and torch whats left. Do you know what temperature gasoline burns at?", pausing as if waiting for an answer. "YOU ARE A PIECE OF HORSE SHIT", came a weak voice from inside. Laughing, the soldier responded, " That's right, 3500 degrees Fahrenheit. WELL, time to die, I guess."

At that the tanks fired, and screams and fire ensued.

Looks like they started without me, said Reynolds, as he made his way back to bed.

[Dyakovo]

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