The newly crowned Lascivian High Imperiator ran for his life, as ten men dressed in dirty, ripped jeans and filthy t-shirts sprinted after him, two of them firing at him with handguns and the rest waing machetes. The Imperator dived into a side alley, praying for his life. The wild men turned the corner, howling with glee as they spotted the High Imperator. One of them stepped forward, the tallest of the ten, and the apparent leader. He lifted his Berreta M9 and aimed it between the cowering Imperiator's eyes.
"High Imperiator Castius, you are being executed for crimes against the people."
Giggled the ringleader in a mocking voice.
"This is the end of your short reign"
Was the last thing the Imperiator heard as a bullet flew into his skull.
Five days ago, Barascus, Capital of Lascivius
Lascivius, the newly formed Democratic Kingdom, reminiscent of the old Roman empire, had crowned it first High Imperiator. The streets were alive with parties celebrating their new leader's coronation, after he had been elected into power by the Senate. Hopes were high for this new country, as it was the representative of the union between the ancient warring Aescan and Liscurnian cultures. The new Lascivian High Imperiator was from an old Liscurnian family, and was the first of his ancestors to have a more accepting view of the Aescans. In his first official speech he had promised unity between these two peoples and progression for the Lascivian nation.
High Imperiator Castius was exhausted. He had been shaking hands and kissing babies for what seemed like forever. One more speech at the Sacra Via Forum and he'd be done. he relaxed back into his leather-lined seat, preparing himself to face flashbulbs and the screams of "We love you!"
As Castius stood at the podium, looking down at the adoring crowd, reciting the usual people-pleasing rubbish about "unity" and "moving forward". But something wasn't right. Only half the crowd was cheering at the end of every sentence. He caught the eye of a wild-haired young man. The man kept his gaze, a creepy half smile spreading across his face, his eyes widening in some kind of anticipation. The man seemed to reach to his waist, then- BANG! a gun sounded of to the left, and a body guard crumpled over to next to the High Imperiator. Gunmen were firing into the crowd, murdering 100s of innocent civilians in the hope of hitting the Imperiator. Castius sprinted toward the car, flanked by bodyguards. He jumped in and the car sped off.
At the Imperial Palace, the 'Villimperi Bascari', the High Imperiator was terrified. Less than 24 hours, an attempt on his life, and reports of Aescan revolution, led by the militant opposition Imperiator candidate, Aeronius, a strong believer in Capitalist values and resentful of the free minded Castius. The Imperiator decided to record his first, and last, official radio message before he went into hiding. It was a cry for help, to be played on repeat until it was picked up by another nation.
"This is a message from the High Imperiator Castus of the once-Allied States of Lascivius. If you're listening, this is our last broadcast before the country descends into complete anarchy. If you can, please reply to this message, we are in dire need. Any help you may offer is gladly recieved.
Thank you,
High Imperiator Castus"
OCC: This war will decide my future government, so pick your side carefully, socialist or capitalist. the war will start in just Barascum then the rest of the country later.
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