Axis of Resistance Official meeting (MT/OPEN/Limited interv)

[HARAMUN]

Outside the Sadr Mart, stood the Commander "Buck Breaker" he gave an order "Kill those damn N***"" and the BM-21 GRAD rocket launchers began firing upon the Sadr Mart. Commander "Buck Breaker" noticed the artillery was not good enough as the Morroccan angered that Breaker broke the deal fired artillery back so Breaker called in an air-strike against the Sadr Mart, as Frankish air-force arrived. The Haramouneans and Frankish were fellow swarthy people with a disgusting and vile culture and mud colored eyes, oily slicked back hair. So it was very easy for Haramuns and the Franks to work together as they were basically the same thing.

The Frankish jet dropped napalm, cluster bombs, high-explosives, white phosphorus, sarin gas and mustard gas.

[Vashtia]

A HLA freedom fighter was reading the latest philosophical, spiritual, political, economic works in the newest theoretical journal of Ngubuist Thought which came with the foreign aid. His radio beeped and he answered it. It was President Dragunov on the other line. He was practically speaking to the CEO of Vashtia.

"Comrade Brother Prophet President, how may I honor you?" He was literally shaking in awe. He felt a tad bit ashamed that he even tried to look up to Ngubu, though he was equally as inspiring and glorious in all reality. Vashtians trully respect and love their allies except for the almooroccans who are a very dumb people who couldnt even learn how to use a gold plated iphone.

"My child, I have just pushed the big red button on my desk. We are taking down the Great Satan. The soft h*Ramounean underbelly of world global imperalism. I have launched a nuclear missile on them via a DF-17 Hypersonic missile which is undefeatable and has a very far range which was gifted to us for free from Emporer Xi." Beryteus is now wiped off the face of the map. The dogs are eliminated

He was amazed at what he had just heard. He came out of his mujahideen cave and beheld the neon orange explosion which was better than any drug he could ever imagine. Even in the areas where relatively few H***means were killed by the initial blast or by subsequent radiation sickness, the corpses were strewn along the roads by the thousands. They were nearly all refugees from the blast area.
Close to the city one saw the bodies of those who had been badly burned by the fireball; most of them had not been able to walk
more than a mile or so before they collapsed. Further out were those who had been less seriously burned. He jumped and cheered at the carnage.

And far out into the countryside were the corpses of those who had succumbed to radiation days or weeks later. All had been left to rot where they fell, except those who the HLA shot in the head as they layed on the burnt roads in agony. No survivors were left. The world around him suddenly lit up as bright as noon for a moment. First there was an intensely bright flash of light, then a weaker glow which cast moving shadows and changed from white to yellow to red in the course of a few seconds. When the noise finally came, it was a dull, muffled
sound, yet still overwhelming: the sort of sound one might expect to hear if an inconceivably powerful earthquake rocked a huge city
and caused a thousand 100-story skyscrapers and the Hara**ese Occupied Government to crumble into ruins simultaneously.