Burning of the Communist Wicker man(Semi-Open TG for Entry)

[Rodarion]

Communist nations; feel free to join.



St Dionysus Square, Konstantine, 9th of November, 2013

The Burning the Wicker Man... well as I remember was the beginning of the worst period in the Rodarion Theocratic section of History. The burning of the Wicker man would spark the worst Domestic terrorism and internal strife ever in Rodarion History. Thousands would die, as Socialist groups fight to the death to bring the Theocratic Government crashing down. This is the story of how one brilliant spectacle would bring the wrath of socialist cells onto a government so full of hatred. Well my story...
As I lay on my bed, in my penthouse with very little care of the world. As the cool, winter breeze blew through my window, I couldn’t help but hear the sound of a beating drum...

As I lifted my heavy, tired, exhausted body off my bed, I dragged myself towards the window, before me in St. Dionysus Square stood an 50 meter tall wicker man.... A work of modern art? I wondered, no not in the centre of the lunacy of the Theocratic Government.
But the beating continued and continued... then i realised what it was... hundreds of black uniformed soldiers marched in unison around the base of the wickerman. Men dressed in white amassed around the Statue of Sister Aphrodite. Cardinals of the most divine Government of the new Rodarion, please I’m a banker and I know what insanity is when I see it. Thousands of people lined the sides and galleys of the square, flashes of photographs sparked all around the edges as people tried their best to gain a section of this odd festival to madness. So it began, the Menarci and the Doci appeared on the podium and waved to the fervour mad crowd as they always did..

As the Black Guard, the most elite infantry unit in the Divine Army of Rodarion marched around the Wicker man in one column, the front of the column had six men marched just ahead wielding the national flag. Behind them the massive goose marching column, the sick symbol of the Rodarion culture. As their jack boots smashed against the marble floor of the square, the crowd sung out the Vespi Nici, the warrior’s prayer. The sheer image of the black uniformed men marching like that turns my stomach, surely we saw it all the time with Kadar, since he was a Fascist. But this was.. was different. I felt hate and pure anger with this parade, or festival to the warrior. As the band played the Irokon Sturma I knew what this was. This was a parade with meaning, it wasn’t for show or to keep Konstantine’s tourism pay check coming in, but this was planned and wanted.
Suddenly the wicker man was donned with light by the various spot lights along the columns of the square. It was colossal. And it was covered in Socialist flags, posters, pictures. In its hollow chest was the hammer and Sickle. At its base, red robbed men were chucking books and paintings, papers onto his feet. On the four corners of the man, stood white robbed men holding torches. The flames illuminating the troops as they marched passed him. As the world focused around my head, I saw the helicopters above, the draped flags around the square.

Then the old man himself began to speak, the Doci’s words of wisedom;
“My Children, Brothers and Sisters, before you stands the wicker man of Communism, Liaoism, Socialism, Ultra Leftism. The Very Ideologies that would see our light and our soul be chucked away to make us equal. No man is equal, we have our betters and our lesser, How as the children of the Holy Father supposed to evolve and progress without betters? Who will conduct a better music piece if he does not have something to beat. Socialism my children is the scourge of the world. It limit’s mans potential, it limits the rights of the Lord. We cannot allow this abomination exist within our lands. We are the embodiment of the father. Therefore we must destroy his enemies with pride and righteousness. So let the works and heresy before you burn. Burn it all, burn down the Socialist monolith till it is ashes before the man of God...”
the crowd roared with joy, as it did the four torches were thrown onto the pyre at the base of the wicker man. Exploding into a ball of fire and smoke, the works of artists, politicians, writers, poets, actors, authors, play writers went up in flames.
As the red snakes climbed up the legs of the wicker man, the flags of Socialism and major socialist powers ignited a large pillar of black smoke rose up from the wicker man, the Black Guard still marching around the burning effigy, the hammer and sickle in the chest ignited and again the zealous crowd roared as it crumbled to the fire below. In the head of the Wicker man was a portrait of Marx himself. When the frame smashed and his face ignited into flame, the crowd began to chant “Es Spiritus An Grankte” Old Rodarion for let your soul burn in hell.

I was Horrified, not even in Kadar’s time had this occurred, the Church had now declared war on Socialism within Rodarion.
“My Brothers and sisters, not only shall we purge Konstantine of Socialism, we shall purge Liberus, Arcadia, Vangeron, Vanstellen, Olympika, Vakorion of Socialism. We shall hunt down every left wing supporter until the their children cry out for mercy. We shall drench the graves of our ancestors with the blood of the Communist. We shall deal such a deadly blow that even the dead shall cry out in pain. The Holy father wants us to succeed, this is a test. We must pass so we can prove to him our devotion and love we have for him. It is the way to progress along the path to enlightenment. We must purge our blood of the socialist virus. Let us burn its heart at the pyres of old. Let us begin the war against the left within Rodarion. Let Konstantine cry out for revenge. Now shout, shout the order..” He raised his wrinkly hands, receiving a united response. “Burn the left to the ground” the Crowd roared aloud.
Across the square, the crowd ran down onto the square and ran out towards the city, the Black Guard halted and Stood to attention, turning towards Bacchus Park and saluted the Doci and marched out of the square.
The first step towards what would be called the winter of Blood, was the crowd converged on the Workers Social club just 20 minutes walk from St Dionysius Square, chanting death to Marxists, they picked up bricks from the near by building site and threw them at the windows of the club.

As the men inside came rushing out, the crowd charged and began to attack the men inside. My tall apartment block was tall enough for me to see all, I see the men who only wanted to be fair and equal and have the same as the rich, be beaten to death by over zealous morons. As the bodies of the dead were lifted up onto the crowd, the laughed and cheered as the club was set alight. But to avoid collateral damage the police arrived and dispersed the crowd. An ambulance and a fire engine arrived too, the bodies were taken away and the fire extinguished. But the Wicker Man still burned.

The square was empty... papers and leaflets fluttered along the floor as the wind flushed them up. The silence before the storm.
It was midnight when I walked down towards the remains of the scorched wicker man. The works of art and words were ashes. Some parts were recognisable but most was just black ash. Why... why can’t Rodarion accept what is best for it, why can’t respect the voice of the average worker. Since the fall, Socialism grew back as the worker needed more support during the economic boom, as the church tried to push forward production to quickly. But Socialism is evil and Heresy.

My name is Aurelius Kameron, I am the leader of the Rodarion Workers Liberation Force, and this is how the war began.

[Rodarion]

Bombing of the Mouth

Kameron House, Lake Vanerion, Northern Rodarion.

At the post modernist design mansion on the bank of Lake Vanerion, Aurelius Kameron, and his closest comrade, a Hardenburghian born socialist; Cora Manstien. The Leader of the People’s army Viktor Stanovich. The three were discussing the important matters of what occurred at the social club and the new government stance. Since the Rally the major Socialist groups in Rodarion have begun to fear what storm is heading their way.

The tone within the living room overlooking the crystal clear waters of the lake was that of anxiety and fear, but the People’s army general Viktor Stanovich was eager to learn more; “Tell me Hardenburghian what is that the Rodarion Worker’s Liberation force want?” he looked at her, he was the one who was leading the Romar nationalist group but was a die hard Marxist.
“I want a revolution, but for that we need the nation to cry out Marx’s name” Cora smiled at him, speaking with a seductive tone.
“Cora please, Comrade Stanovich i ask for the People’s army as we wish to avenge our comrades deaths two days ago. We want to destroy the Theocratic Government” Aurelius looked at him, whilst lying on his leather sofa.

“So its vengeance at this moment?” Stanovich asked with his firm Romar accent.

“Yes, what is the best target in your opinion Mr Stanovich” Cora spoke up, taking a sip of her wine.
“The Magesterium of course” Viktor responded with a hint of bitterness, his gaunt, exhausted face was the embodiment of the People’s army, 2,300 strong it was growing and preparing to fight for Romar independence.
“Wrong, the mouth of the Government... the Ministry of Information and State Media” Kameron laughed, “Take out the mouth the people can’t be told the lie” He continued looking out the window onto the lake outside.
“Why do our help?” Stanovich looked curious, tilting his bald head to the side.

“The People’s Army is the largest Socialist military group in the country, your help would assist our attack on the government, we have the Rodarion’s Liberation front under our belt already, you can make or break this” Cora tried to plead with him, her dream of a red revolution was naive. To think that a entire nation brainwashed to think that the government was god’s messenger and tool. And to think the Rodarion army was a push over.

“What do you mean attack?” Stanovich asked, you could see in his aged face that he was becoming more agreeable.
“We can’t attack the government as a guerrilla force nation wide, but we can attack the government at its departments and ministries so it will bleed to death and become unable to operate. Once it can’t it will collapse and we replace them and bring about the People’s Republic of Rodarion. Or make them talk to us and to give us a more socialist government” Aurelius looked at him and smiled, his plan was simple and effective.
“Ah, but you said your first target is just revenge?” He asked again, but smiling.

“Yes, should the government pigs respond harshly then we will begin our campaign” Cora responded shaking her pampered fist in the air.

“have you discussed this with your other main comrades?” Stanvoich was convinced and grabbed his coat.

“Yes, the attack on the mouth happens at 11, height of rush hour” Aurelius laughed, a very smug man.

“You knew I would accept?” Stanovich grinned.

“Course we did” Cora smiled.

11.01am, Ministry of Information and State Media, Konstantine

Outside the mouth of the Mouth of the government, workers chatted and joked outside the glass lobby. The building recently renovated following its destruction during the fall, was now entirely made of glass. Located seven blocks away from the Vatikana Basilica it was safely within the Celestial city.

As the watch on the wrist of Avoris Kamin Kommando transformed into 11.03am he sighed and drove his COMEX van up to the drive way of the ministry, around the lorry was around 70 workers eager to do their days work. Also were a group of chatting police officers, who were seen as the oppressive fascists to the RWLF. He smiled, he got through the Celestial gate with ease and was in position, he got out and walked towards the Minerva coffee shop opposite the road to the ministry.
Out his overalls he picked up a detonator and pressed down on the red button. The ominous click was followed by the roar of the explosion. The massive shockwave smashed windows, a cars all around the blast area. People were sent flying in all directions as dust and rubble filled the air. The cloud rose up above the 18 storey Ministry and the explosion echoed for miles.
Small chunks of debris fell from the buildings around the Ministry as car alarms and screams now filled the void. The ministry itself was blown open the lobby was devastated and the windows were smashed and some levels had collapsed onto the bottom floor. Blood and guts were covering the square as people woke and entered reality. Cries and screams now filled the blood socked air.

11.32am, Konstantine

As news of the bombing spread throughout the nation, the government responded by closing the Celestial city off from the rest of the nation, Since the Ministry of Information and State Media, actually wrote what the news agencies could say, the Agencies couldn’t say anything non-governmental approved. However the Magesterium took over and approved the broadcast.
What solidified the RWLF victory was that Konstantine was closed off from the rest of the country. And the National Emergancy Broadcast was activated for the cars entering Konstantine.

“Please keep your radios, televisions on. This is a National Emergency Broadcast for your notice. Keep your radios, televisions on. This is the National Emergency Broadcast...
Konstantine is now closed, if you are attempting to enter the city, please wait until this broadcast is taken off air. Konstantine is Closed due to a recent emergency. Please do not enter Konstantine unless authorised to do so. It is for your own well being. Konstantine is closed”.

In the mansion, Cora smiled, it wasn’t a normal smile, it was sadistic and a smug smile. She was proud of what had just happened. The government would surely respond.
One of our spotters on the buildings close, managed to count the body bags along the pavement, 67.
A good number for the first attack.
67 dead.
104 wounded.

[Beth Gellert]

Portmeirion, Raipur, Igovian Soviet Commonwealth of Beddgelert

Somewhere amidst the twisted alleys and uneaven staircases that were cut into the stone of The Island's many-levelled Village, in a house that could appear unremarkable only in the eccentric surrounds of the Commonwealth's governmental headquarters, a Geletian man reclined in something like a tulip chair, his disposition otherwise more comfortable than his physical posture seemed to make possible.

Crunching a piece of apple between his teeth Chivo smiled and set aside the newspaper he'd recently been handed by Chairman Vercingetoraja of the National Defence Commission.

"You're right, V." He mumbled through the side of his mouth that wasn't full of fruit. "That does strike a nerve. Of course, when we do it, it's done right. Why build and burn a perfectly good wickerman then go out killing political rivals? Another example of bourgeois inefficiency. This..." he glanced back over the copy of today's Udgorn Rhyddid, "...Rodarion is a country that could benefit from a little Socialist planning."

The Chairman of the Council of State spent some time discussing with his military counterpart the potential pitfalls of punative martial action in Rodarion before concluding that, for now, it would be best to investigate further, and attempt to build an intelligence community in the country that was, after all, hitherto virtually unknown to the world's largest Communist state.

In coming days operatives of the Gwylwyr Gelert's intelligence section would begin attempts to enter Rodarion by legal and other means, including charter flights from the Commonwealth and less direct approaches via one or more foreign destinations. There were no directly aggressive orders as yet, merely a fact-finding brief, and operatives were to attempt to gain entry as tourists, representatives of Soviet or State Enterprises investigating potential for future commercial links, journalists, and so on. Some would travel on Beddgelen passports, others using second nationalities or forged documents. None were sure of what to expect... but then that was rather the point of their profession and their assignment.

(OOC: I hope that, "Communist nations; feel free to join." was an open invitation... if not, don't worry, you can just have all the operatives refused entry, and I'll leave it at that and call this just a tag-with-bells-on ;) )

[Rodarion]

Revenge of the Man in the Pulpit.

13th November 2013, Celestial City, Doci's special broadcast

As the city and nation reeled from the bombing of the Ministry of Information and State Media, the Theocratic government went in overdrive.The Garda Spritus, began its own campaign to hunt down and arrest the man caught on CCTV who was seen detonating the bomb that killed 67 people.
In response the RWLF released a letter to the Magesterium stating it was responsible and the government began to blacklist and spy on every single left wing, Socialist and liberal entity in the country. Today the Doci would give his speech which metophorically speaking, set both the nation and the socialist groups on the war path.

In the Celestial hall of the Vatikana Basilica, the Doci walked up onto the eagle carved podium, absorbing the applause, he smiled and waved his hands to the cardinals and journalists in front of him.

"My brothers and sisters, my children. two days ago, a bomb was detonated outside the Ministry of Information and State Media, which by god's strange desire, it killed 67 of his children and injured 104 others. Yesterday the Magesterium received a letter from the Rodarion Worker's Liberation Front or commonly known as the RWLF. The socialists claimed responsibility for the vile, cowardly act.

As of this moment, the Garda Spritus and the Konstantine Magesterial Police are now investigating and tracing down all members of the now terrorist grade group. They claim in their letter that the bombing was the response to the attack on the Socialist club that occured on the Wicker man rally. However, I pray onto the Holy Father to grant us the names of those who have been tainted by the devil, so that we may clense them of his corruption and finally purge our green lands of his Ideological tool.I vow by the name of the lord, that we shall with our divine rightousness will hunt down and eliminate all members of this terrorist cell.

And my final note, is to pray for those who have died;
Dear Father who art in the Heavenly world.
We ask of you, this small favour, to grant the souls of the dead easy passage to your side.
To allow thier souls easy travels to your grace.
May they live in hope and joyous splendour for eternity.
We ask of you, thier protection and forgiveness.
Armin.

I speak for all men of the faith and of the Celestial Council, that we shall pray for the families and friends of those who were taken from us so early in thier lives.
Thank you and God bless you all"

There he went off from the screens and radios of the national network.
And so the Man in the Pulpit struck back....


Flat 74B, Vasarion, South Konstantine.


The 21 storey tall concrete monstrosity, that stood in south Konstantine, was the one of the hundreds like it, located along the south bank of the river Corinth. The south was the 'Concrete Slum' of Konstantine, and it was tightly packed, polluted and oppressed. Since this area was majorly working class, the police had an extra presance, since it did not have the ultra modern buildings and modernist squares and well looked after pavements like the northern half of the city, the army did little parades in the south half.

Flat 74B the home of the bomber who killed 67 people and severely damaged the MOISM. As the Armed police rushed up the winding stair way, the clothed officers of the Garda Spiritus mixed in around 72B, waiting for the Armed police to reach the 8th floor.
Then as they burst through the double doors they amassed around the door to 74B and one officer walked to the door with the mini ram and smashed the standard hollow wooden door. As the splinters fluttered to the ground, the Armed police rushed in, pointing thier SA-72 SMGs, towards the forward view, reaching the lounge they found the bomber with his girlfriend enjoying the pleasantries of kissing. He jumped up in shock, only to smacked round the face with the metal truncheon of the KMP.

His girlfried screaming and howling, she was blackbagged and dragged outside to the Garda Spiritus agents outside in the graffiteed, stanky hall way.

Interrogation cell 32, Garda Spiritus Command.

Deep beneath street level, in the darkly light cell, the bombers girlfriend, Augusta Fenrim sobbed as the Magesterial Officer walked in, carrying a copy of the Arada and a briefcase, he had a smiling face about him, he wore the black and red uniform of the Magesterium with pride, in his proffesion of driving people mad and clensing them of the devil must be a very prideful job.

"Hello Augusta, I am Officer Capus Archis" He smiled at her.

"He..l.lo" she struggled to even breathe.

"I'am going to ask you some questions now Augusta and I want you to answer them very honestly." He smiled again, taking a sip of his water.

"O..Ok ok" She began to shake.

"Do you love god Augusta? Do you love him with your soul?" He looked at her, placing his hand on hers.

"Yes!, with all my soul" She cried taking her hand away from his. He smiled again, writing down notes on his paper.

"Good, now did you know that your boyfriend, Louis Dacelon was infact the bomber who two days ago killed 67 people?" He looked at her, his smile faded and the atmosphere began denser as screa,s echoed from next door.

"Well..... yes, I shall not lie as the Arada is here" She sobbed again, her pretty face was smudged as her make up was washed away by her tears.

"Ah, so you know he is one with the Devil? he has seen the Devil in Socialist form?" He smiled again, offering her a cup of tea. She nodded and summoned a quater smile and took it.

"Ive seen no devil Mr. I didn't know he was a terrorist, I saw the woman who brought him the devil" She screamed dropping the tea on the floor.

"The woman who brought him the Devil? WHO girl, so I may clense you of the devils words, tell me." He stood up, grabbing her by the shoulders shaking her violently.

"I dont remember her name, it was at a farm" She cried.

"The name girl i need the name so the devil can be forced from our lands. Tell me or they will try you with heresy. I swear girl if you tell me the womans name I will remove the devils taint on you. If you love god you will tell her name or the name of the farm."

"Hold on, I remember her red bandana, her name began with a C..." She stopped crying, rubbing her eyes.

"Go on, was this bandana a symbol of the Devils word?" The Officer sat back down. He began to sweat as this woman's name drew closer to the surface.

"Yes, it had marx on it, she brought the devil Mr., she Brought the devil to me and Louis, I swear, I didnt understand what she was saying but it was evil, but I ignored it and I will rot in a cell for it" She started to cry again.

"If you tell me her name I can have her burned as a traitor to the Lord's word and faith. Tell me her name Augusta" He grabbed her arms. His face was full of hatred and anger, towards this evil woman.

"Cora Manstien, that is her name. I swear sir, she was evil. She spoke of people's committees and people's republics and all sorts of Devilish words. But ignored because Louis said it was for the best and he wouldn't love me if i told anyone." She cried again, this time full on.

"Thank you Augusta, you will be clensed now. God bless you child" He smiled and walked out of the cell, only to let two men in white lab coats walk in and take her away to some white tiled room.


St Dioynisus Square, Konstantine.

In the middle of the square lay a metal pole, at its base a hollow base full of a liquid that appeared to be water. Around the square were cameras and Armed Police as small enterage walked towards the metal structure.
As they reached it a hooded man was pushed to the front and made to walk up to the pole only to lifted up and chained to the pole. This man was Louis Docelon, as he arose from his sedation he found himself chained to 8ft tall metal pole unable to move and all around him cameras and a crowd of 2,300.

As the cameras flashed and the crowd roared at him, the Chief of the Konstantine Magesterial Police saluted the cameras, and began to speak.

"People of Konstantine and Rodarion and the World, here hangs the Bomber of the MOISM bombing three days ago, here this man will burn for his attack against the Rodarion people and against the holy father.

Like the days of old, the devil shall burn with his slave, as no one is safe from the Devil's work.
May the lord have mercy upon this man's soul."

As he walked away, another policeman walked over and dropped a match in the box, the liquid ignited and the fire rose up along Louis' body, which in turn ignited his clothes and his flesh.
As he screamed his last breaths away, the crowd roared and cheered. The camera's rolled and flashed as the nation's first burning execution took place. A modern stake, a modern madness. The same spot were the Communist wickerman burned, so did this Communist Bomber.


During the same time, the names given by the bomber, who were traced and proven to be other low ranking members of the RWLF were being arrested and dragged out of thier working class homes and brought the Konstantinian Detention center in Jalara District.

So burned the chance of talking with the Government.

Also deep within the depths of the Arcadian forests, the Armed police vans made thier way towards the residence of Cora Manstien.

[Rodarion]

The War begins


Vasika Manor, Arcadian Forests. 6 miles north of Arcadia


Within the heart of the alpine Aracdian forests lays the house of Cora Manstien, after inheriting it from her Hardenburghian parents she lived in luxury, using the isolated property as a meeting place for the RWLF and PA.
But now the Konstantinian Magesterial Police and Arcadian Magesterial Police were now surrounding it with Armed Police officers.

She was packing, ready to move to the RWLF camp in the Vasarion woods, there they would begin thier fight against the Government. The Government was oblivious to what was actually happening, they saw the RWLF as a terrorist cell when infact the RWLF was moving into place to begin a Insurgency, its terrorist like campaign was just one edge of the sword.
Around her mansion was a dozen RWLF fighters armed with AKs and dressed in the typical western Rodarion dress, a rain coat, combats and walking boots. Either a wool hat or a balaclava protected them from the damp cold winter air of the Rodarion Forest.

"Echo-34 this is Echo-31, we have 5 Socs on the west side over." The walki talkies began to mutter away as the squads of black uniformed Armed officers moved into position using the bushes and trees for cover.

"Echo-31 this is Echo-32, we have two on the Northern side, on the balcony over looking the front entrance over."

"Echo-34 and Echo-32, this is 31, thats it all signs inside are just the target. You free to engage copy that?" The command squad reported back to its comrades.

"Copy all 31"both squads replied. As they did they opened fire on the fighters guarding the house, as bullets cut through them and smashing into the wooden walls of the 8 bedroom modernist mansion, Cora heard it and picked up her mobile.
As she went through her contacts list, bullets reigned through her bedroom window, shattering it and the peace within the house.

As it began to rang, it was cut off by the AMP's communication division, she was alone.
So she picked up her M-9 pistol and walked towards the landing. Suddenly her marble door way was blown apart by the Armed police's wall breaching explosives. As the dust settled red lasers bounced around randomly as the officers of 31 squad marched into the house.

The squad split up one going through the bottom floor, the other going up the stairs that drifted upwards along the wall. Knowing she would be arrested, Cora began to sob, kill herself or go to the government's slaughterhouse and be tortured.
As she lifted her gun to her temple, she was stunned by a electricfied baton. Falling to the floor she was dragged away towards the police vans now driving up her drive way.


RWLF Home camp, Vasarion woods

There I stood, with Stanovich the general of the People's army and Peter Langoris the leader of the Rodarion Liberation Force, discussing our next move. The Government's response was quick and merciless. They had arrested 204 members in total from groups. That was in just two days, and Cora was late getting here. We had to move quickly, strike back to keep the Government on its feet.

When Comrade Anis Lobran ran up to me, I was worried, he seemed upset or shocked.
"Comrade, i bring bad news" He spoke to me, saluting crudely.

"what is it? tell me" I knew it was about Cora, i knew it in my heart.

"Its about Comrade Manstien, she has been arrested by the fascist police" He ushered, looking down at the floor.

"How" Stanovich asked, dropping his pen.

"I do not know, but Arcadian police swarmed her house and she was dragged out. All i got from the scouts Comrade" He saluted again and returned to his duties.

"How is that possible, how can the police get her so quickly" Peter asked looking confused.
I was, it must of been a civillian or a Comrade, or even a insider.

"She is a dead woman now, they will parade her like some prized animal. Christ know's what they will do to her." Stanovich walked towards the radio set up in his tent.

"I say we attack the Minions of the government, we attack them. We get thier attention" Peter looked at me. Taking advantage of my anger, I picked up the independent phone and called the RWLF station in Vakorion, the third largest city in the Country.
After telling the Comrade there to blow up the most packed building in the country, he agreed and hung up.

Same time, Stanovich called his men in Liberus and told them to attack Liberun Magesterial police stations. This would be a deadly nation wide attack, an attack of vengence.

Vakorion, Southern Rodarion. 2 hours later.

Following the Phone call, Comrade Lenardis drove his van up the side street of the Dancing Merchant Pub, which was packed full with football fans as the Konstantine Rangers took on Vespion United in Primary League.He got out of the van and walked towards the phone box across the street. As cars speeded past and the sounds of the city flowed around him, he took out the detonator and pressed the button. As the electronic signal flew into the bomb, it exlpoded like a violent volcano, tearing the side of the pub open and shattering glass all along the avenue. Cars suddenly stopped crashing into each other, people scream as dust avalanched out of the side street. The building next to the pub that was seperated by the alley was also destroyed as the shops at its feet were blown through, people were thrown out of the windows like discarded toys.

As the dust settled like in Konstantine, people did the same and ran about like some rabid barbarians, screaming and crying shocked at they had almost been taking from the waking world. Fire soon engulfed the tower block behind the pub, which took the brunt of the explosion. As the first two stories roared with fire, the sirens went off as the Fire and Ambulance services arrived.

I so believed that around 126 people were killed and around 29 wounded. A good attack.

Liberus city centre, LMP HQ

Across from the HQ was a 21 storey Apartment block, in room 201A three PA fighters squabled over a RPG-7 like children, they fought over who would fire it, but once thier leader burst through the hotel door, they stopped and gave it to him. Instead one picked up a PKM machine gun and the others the simple AK-47.
The captain lifted the nozzel of the RPG and fired its rocket towards the HQ main door. As the crude rocket screeched through the air, it smashed through the glass doors and detonated after hitting the Marble floor, exploding and tearing the front entrance open. As officers rushed to the scene the other three then opened fire on the rescuers, gunning them down in the process. Then sadly, several armed police officers kicked down the hotel door and opened fire on them with thier GR-7 pistols, killing three and wounding the Captain, who then shot one then himself. The officer wasn't wounded his Kevlar vest saved him.

And also i believe some 7 Officers were killed and 3 wounded.

Arcadia, Northern Rodarion

Following the bombings in Vakorion and the attack in Liberus the Government drew up a list of known Socialist supporters in Arcadia, ordinary people who were reported to of said Socialist words or mentioned Socialist topics. 1,650 people in total would be arrested and burned alive at the stake in Dolarsa Square.

1,650 familes burned alive for mentioning Marx. though the news never showed that many people screaming to death or being burned alive, Rodarion was too civilised for that.
This was the begining of the war.