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Prometheus
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The world that Prometheus knew was gone, he was in a state of panic, and worse yet it was not just him it was the entire country. Land grabbers all of them… they would think of any reason to take our land. He should have listened to his generals all those years ago and conquered N.A. during the Mali-Israeli war.
He had dug his own grave… the Zulus were right…. the years of inaction have now come back to haunt him, the Mongols would attack, and therefore so would the Israeli. Perhaps even the Aussies… He could not run to anyone now, not the Europeans, not the Mali, they were all but dead in any military since… he would turn to the Zulu’s but he knew they would just laugh in his face, they would tell him it was his own fault.
He did not argue with that, it was true…still he thought all he wanted to do was live in peace, all the Chinese people wanted to do was live in peace….
That no longer seems to be an option, Prometheus thought with his head in his hands…. No longer an option…
Slowly he raised his head from his hands his eyes red with the reflection of the fireplace in his eyes…. We will give them a fight, when they come we will fight to the last man… and if they drive us to the sea we will fight on. There would be no surrender, no peace treaty, no defeat for the Chinese…. They would fight on till the end….
Sad though he thought….all those lives lost the millions that would die…yes this will be the most costly war that the world has ever fought, even the Israeli-Mali war will seem like child’s play to the blood that will spill over the Asian and American plains, glaciers and mountains. And they will come, that now seemed almost like truth and all he and China could do was wait.
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Brisbane
May 1999
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such a pity so few apart from oursleves take much interest here anymore, the number of views approximatley equals the number of players multiplyed by the number of posts 
The game is getting ready for the greatest session yet (Yes I know we keep saying that , but this is truly big).
As we truly approach the end times (sounds like a religous term) it will be interesting to see who stands by who.
For a bit of background....
The EU had been one of the major forces in the world unti ldevasted by an overly aggresive Israeli palyer looking for cheap land. Hard to see them being a major player by themselves, but they have at their helm the best Propoganda machine in the game, and many a time they have made others fear them even though they are now a spent force.
The Mali too were devasted by an aggresive Israel (interesting that it was the Mali that originally stopped Dimbleby expanding and so revenge is sweet to the Israelis) . The Mali hav ethe oppurtunity to be thorn in the side of any nation that fails to guard agaisnt them, But they too are in danger of extermination if they choose the wrong side in coming war.
The Zulus probably stand the best chance of winning if the Australian & Chinese allaince can be broken. (allaince I hear you say, well that is the strong rumour that the aussies have been using the chinese but now find the ally is too big) The Zulus have great leadership at the helm and are looking to form an alliance against China/Australia, but would this simply lead to a Zulu win??
Mongols are looking good for an invasion of China, if they demolish the Chinese that wopuld make them a foe to be reckoned with, surely then Austrlai would be forced to attack them to keep them from winning. Mongol wil lbe hard to fight if WAAR and Zulu join them.
The WAAR hold the key to this next session, if the yjoin the Australians who could stand in their way? If the yjoin the Mongols then the Chinese are dead! If the WAAR joins the Zulus then it would be a tough fight for Aussies.
Australia ar ealso a bit of a wild card. Are they trying to goto space, are they ttrying to dominate the world, will they join WAAR and crush all comers. Will they come to the aid of China in a big war.
Well all will be revealed this Friday/Thursday night.......
I for one cant wait to see the culmination of months of treachery come to a head !!!!!!!
The only interesting thing to come out of all this is will people make judgmnents over peoples palying styles based on this one game, what will people think of the other players as we head towards th enext Diplo Game,,,, Do palyers care about what people think????
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I saved about the time we called the game so here's what I got:
(hope it goes on here alright)
 Attachment: ra_a1645.zip
This has been downloaded 2 time(s).
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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Venice, Italy; EUSSR.
11:10 GMT
(Chairman Vladimir Ilyich Lenin)
The European Union of Soviet Socialist Republics refuses to abide by the wishes of the Australian President Paul Keating. He is a vile man, a man of distruths and a man of greed. What he has done was dismantle any sovreignty Europe, and in the process, the world has over its own territory. The Australians contend that Europe attacked their troops unprovoked, that our armies clashed with theirs out of rage and tyranny. This could be no further from the truth, Mr. Keating has twisted the reality of the situation into an abomination and an excuse to use Australia's advanced power against a nation who's lot has become less than pathetic.
These are the facts of the matter; Australian soldiers were not invited to "keep peace" in European territory by Europe at all, even the past government of Alessi admitted to this, no European wanted Australian guns pointed at their heads. Australian units sent for peace keeping were not proper peace keepers, they were full artillery, as stated under Alessi's administration they were capable of taking Bosporus (Holy City to many people around the globe) and proved so by their recent actions. Further the WAAR Council and its President stated that they rescinded their approval of Australian presence, and asked that the Australians leave. Now, with these facts in mind one must be ignorant (or as hellbent on conquer as Mr. Keating) to condone the actions taken by Australia, further to even entertain the notion that WE hand OUR people over to these capitalist swine.
The only solution that is acceptable is a return to status quo, Australia should have left the area, they were told by BOTH nations to do so and warned by Europe on numerous occasions that they would be attacked if they did not. Will the world sit back and watch this blatant imperialism? The EUSSR asks that a global comittee is established to discuss Australian imperialist motives, just think what it is like to have peace keepers who topple your Holy City!
The Communist party is fully prepared to go into a prolonged war if that is what it takes to squash the Australian juggernaut. If you are a truly peaceful and fair nation you will return Bosporus and leave Turkey, but if you are in fact the imperialist swine you appear to be the Communist party is ready to deliver the world from any more of your wanton invasions. We will never surrender, we WILL bury you...
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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Lazlo looked at the chaos and destruction, the streets were covered in debris, there were little to no people walking around, the mood was somber. Every now and again a truck would drive by with 'Hail Comrade Lenin' blaring over the speakers. Lazlo approached a bar and checked his pockets, he had money.
The bar was dim and smokey inside, amazingy it was packed; a contrast to the desolate Parisian streets. He sat upon a stool next to a large old man and a middle aged woman who smiled at him immedeately and motioned for the bar tender.
"What can I get ya there slick?" the barkeep asked wiping out a mug.
"I'd like a draft, your darkest German." Lazlo said as he gave money to the bartender "Keep the change."
"So?" said the woman next to him, an akward smile told him that she had been drinking for a while "Do you come here often?"
"Um, no I actually just arrived here. I am meeting someone here, its rather important." he responded.
"An Italian huh?" the woman said, he could see that in years past she may have been attractive... at least after a few drinks.
"Yes, I am Italian, Venetian actually." he replied.
"I like Italians, they have nice accents." she said.
"Well, that's great." he said nodding as the bartender gave him his draft, he quickly took a large gulp "How can things be so bad here?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean look at his place, this is Paris. This is one of our great cities, Venice too formally our capital is pathetic. Buildings are collapsed there are bullet holes and grifitti all over the walls." Lazlo said.
"Honey," the woman replied "That's how its always been."
"No, it hasn't, my father Cosimo told me that we were once a great nation, we were once very strong." he said sipping his beer.
"Your father's a damn good liar, I've lived here my entire life and things have been the same, every few decades some idiot with a gun takes over until the next idiot with a gun decides to do the same - Jean gimme another Vodka shot, better make it a double - its an endless cycle." she explained.
"Well, I've got to get on my way-" Lazlo began as the woman grabbed his army.
"Where do you gotta go honey?" she asked "I'm sure I can show you a much better time."
He smiled and gently pulled his arm from her hand "I'm sorry, I really have to meet this gentleman, thanks for the invitation though."
"You men are all alike, you think you're such a big gift since you're young, but just you wait until you get to be my age, then come back and turn THIS" she said pointing towards her crotch, she was obviously a cultured woman "down!"
He simply waved and nodded and left the bar, he then pulled out the peice of paper that read; 501 Marsielles Street, Suite 4C...
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Maine, US
Oct 2000
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quote:
The only solution that is acceptable is a return to status quo, Australia should have left the area, they were told by BOTH nations to do so and warned by Europe on numerous occasions that they would be attacked if they did not. Will the world sit back and watch this blatant imperialism? The EUSSR asks that a global comittee is established to discuss Australian imperialist motives, just think what it is like to have peace keepers who topple your Holy City! |
At the time Australia took Bosporous, Arty Interim had once again grabbed the reigns of the EU, as he has gotten into a quite regular pattern of doing, and he failed to contact the Zulus with the hows whys and whens of the attacks. Therefore we were not in any position to aid at the time.
An orange flag flying in Europe is not acceptable in the Zulu eyes. The Australians were ordered to leave by both Israel and Europe and did not do so. They were attacked because of their disregard for this order. Their purpose in Europe has expired, and now they should leave. Israel and Europe should assure this happens for the stability of the region.
The Zulus cannot help but look deeper into Australias motives and look to ourselves. The Aussies paranoia is at incredible levels and it seems they have been itching for an excuse to start a war with the Zulus. They bait us constantly. And attacking Europe is simply more bait. It seems they kill Europeans blatantly just to bait us.
Well it will not work. If Australia does not leave, the Zulus will NOT need to get involved for the EUSSR will take their cities back singlehandedly. If Israel has any brains, they will aid the Europeans, for they too have been double crossed by Australia.
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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European Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Ambassador Leonid Trotsky
TO: The chief ambassador of WAAR
FROM: The representative of the People of the European Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, Ambassador Leonid Trotsky.
Comrades;
It has come to our attention that rather than continue to support an Australian presence you have seen the error of your trust in their presence as peace keepers. We thank you for this act, and hope that while this was not one in support of Europe, rather one in support of our sovreignty over our territory, because we appreciate any support you give us, but feel at the moment that we will be unable to pay you for your respect in this regard.
The last government of Europe may have held you in hate and mistrust, but the Communist Party sees differently, we see your nation as a state created into a devil by the capitalist powers that be. Betrayal of a Monarchy should not be held against you, as was the case with the old Adriatic League; how could the last European government despise the traitor of monarchs when they too were formed out of betraying these same tyrants?
Therefore the EUSSR is fully prepared to enter into discussions with your nation to help mend the bridges burned behind us. We do not require any military assistance in forcing the Australians to leave before they wish to, they will leave one way or another. Therefore your political support is our only request of you, hopefully we can secure our territory for ourselves after this menace forever is gone from our sacred lands.
For the safety of your Republic and ours, we have arrested and will execute all leadership and membership of the Ottoman Jihad. Hopefully no splinter organizations will form out of these pigs, they attempted to use strict religious teachings as a backdrop to control the people of Turkey; religion is the tool of Kings and Capitalists to sway public view from reality, therefore the EUSSR is more than happy to free the world of these terrible people.
Hopefully you will feel free to contact us about any other matters. As for an update on Mongolia, which is your ally; we will not offer them an out until they return the land they stole, WHEN we capture it back in the event that they do not return Uralsky we will punish them to the ends of the Earth. They are capitalist swine, they oppress their people and send their soldiers on struggles to steal more land and oppress more people. Their scourge is like a cancer and it will be delt with quickly. This dictatorship of capitalism in the world shall cease and the people will truly be free once more.
Thank you for your time Comrade,
Leonid Trotsky
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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Lazlo looked into a dark store window to see his reflection; his beard was trimmed and his tie straight, he looked respectable. He was worried though, what could occur here? He thought, he had recieved a message from a man named Gustav Adolph. Other than that he knew little, he was to meet him here in Paris for no expressed purpose. He opened the door to the apartment complex and began walking up the stairs, he finally arrived on the fourth floor and knocked on the door marked '4C.'
"Enter" said a voice from inside, it was either a German or Swedish accent, it was hard to tell.
Reluctantly Lazlo turned the knob and entered the door, there were seven men in suits there, standing up. "Is Mr. Adolph here?" Lazlo asked.
"Yes Lazlo, I am Gustav." said a man with a small packet of papers, he extended his hand, Lazlo shook it "We are very pleased at your arrival, as you know times are tough."
"Actually, I chose not to stay abrest of details in the mainland, my family thought it would cloud my mind." he replied.
"Well, here's a quick overview; there was a group based in Turkey calling themselves the Ottoman Jihad, they were a muslim organization that worked in Bosporus and Khurdistan towards uniting Turkey. Since they were Muslim they hated Jews more than Christians, so they chose to do so originally to annex Turkey into the European Union, partly in hopes that we as enemies of Israel would agree. Now there are rumors that these terrorists attempted to assassinate a Mongolian presidential candidate, and actually managed to kill the WAAR president-" he was interrupted.
"What does this have to do with me? And what is WAAR?" Lazlo asked.
"WAAR is the same as Israel, this has a lot to do with you just listen. Now this angered both Mongolia and permitted Austalian soldiers in support of Israel to stay there, which prompted us after numerous warnings to attack Australian positions in Turkey. Mongolia invaded and the Australians took Bosporus." Gustav continued.
"Bosporus?" said Lazlo "That's insane, father would die if he heared that."
"That's not the end unforunantly, due to the ensuing chaos and disrespect for the government Communists were able to take over the government, and now have the support of a majority of our soldiers. The nation is in shambles, the Republican government has gone underground with scattered pockets with no real communication between any of them. We have to stir the people, hey have lost all pride in their European heritge, if we were to bring back the Monarchy, only symbolically, and unify it with the Republican movement we could really stir up nationalist sentiments." Gustav finished.
"With all due respect, I know nothing of running a nation, or appearing in front of crowds, I've been on an island all of my life, my father and his father have too. I've never even been to Europe!" he replied.
"I understand your concern, but it won't be that horrible. You won't have any real responsability other than rallying he troops and the people, you are centerpeice to the New Europe movement, if the Republicans do not return to power the Communists may start another world war! Their goal is to turn the world into a Communist Paradise, we can't allow that to happen it will take all freedom from everyone. If they support the ousted Communist governments in Mali, the Zulu Federation, and China it could spell trouble."
"I just, I don't know what to say." said Lazlo.
"You are a Medici! Europe needs you!" Gustav said...
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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Vladimir Lenin calmly walked up the plank to the ship as crowds amassed holding signs touting the Communist leader. They were chanting his name as he waved and smiled, surrounded by the Cheka, his national police force.
"Comrade Lenin." said a smiling Che Guevera "How long until we embark?"
"As soon a possible Che, this meeting is of the utmost importance, have you contacted their ambassadors?" Lenin asked.
"Yes sir, everything is in place, we're meeting at an undisclosed location thogh, they will fill us in when we reach port, probably by radio." he replied checking his watch.
"Alright perfect, Trotsky and Pochenko will be in charge while I'm away, it shouldn't be too long though. Oh yes, before we go please tell General Pochenko to beef up security around Alessi, we don't want the Republicans to free her, it would really f*ck everything up" he said begining to walk up the stairs.
"Comrade, she's still alive?" he asked.
"Yes, we won't kill her, we'll let her rot in prison. Hurry though, you're coming with me right?" Lenin asked waving to the masses.
"Yes Comrade Lenin, Pochenko is at headquarters no?" Che asked as he began to walk away from the ship.
"He should be yes, you've got twenty minutes. I want doubled security there and some reserve forces around the perimeter, they'll try their damnedest while I'm gone." Lenin said reaching the top of the stairwell.
"Alright sir, I'm on it!" he said as he saluted and ran into the crowd.
Louis Blanc, a member of the Communist party from France approached Lenin with open arms smiling "Comrade Lenin, a pleaure to meet you again." he said as the two embraced.
"Ah its been too long Louis, are you ready to talk Turkey with the Chinese?" Lenin asked.
"Not really, I have no clue what this is about." he said.
"Well I've got a good idea, come come, I have to show you my latest idea..." Lenin replied.
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Parrot Towers, Killcare Heights, NSW, Australia
May 1999
time: 14:15
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She wiped the sweat from his brow. He was in a coma now.
She was thinking about the last things he had said. He knew what she would do. He was asking for some compromises. He wanted to see the days of the Pacific Pact return but that was impossible. The UAS had seen to that but the ever loyal and friendly Chinese were different. He was very close to Prometheus and asked he be spared. This was difficult for her..... though she felt a pang as she watched him lying there, never to realise his own visions.
The Democracy of Australia was effectively a dictatorship. She had the gift of THE VOICE. When she spoke to the entire Australian Parliament there was not one voice of dissent. If anyone tried to talk they gasped and held their throat in pain until they relaxed into silence. She was as a goddess of old. All powerfull, precise and deadly.
The course of the nation had changed forever. She was moving fast, too fast for her homeland friends but nothing would stop her. Carpe diem. She would seize this moment as she sees her future visions unfold before her.
She had appointed Captain Morant, the brilliant military strategist, to run the South American Mission (SAM).
She had appointed Prince Saladin, the master of deception and trickery, to run the Middle Eastern Mission (MEM).
She had appointed Captain Kelly, invincible terrorist, to run Operation Africa (OA).
And she herself would directly monitor the Asian Front and home defence.
Dateline: 1655 AD
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The Capo
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of the Baltimorons
May 2000
time: 05:15
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"Welcome to Exodus Prince Medici." said a smiling Gustav Adolph as they entered the doorway at the bottom of the stairwell. The compound was originally going to serve as a military/air base for the Northern Seas until the Australians invaded Bosporus. At that point the construction workers were called back to aide in the reconstruction efforts that would eventually have to occur, and a hold was put on all new military facilities until the struggle had ended. Unfortunantly the Communists had taken over following this event and the compound was left unfinished. For the Republicans this served as a secret location, and would be the base of their operations until more success was achieved.
"Wow, this is amazing." said Prince Medici as he looked around, there were computers and machines buzzing as countless numbers of uniformed soldiers did various things.
"Yes, hopefully we will can use this base for a long time, I'm sure the Commies will find us out eventually. In the meantime we are safe though- ah Christina, I'd like you to meet Prince Lazlo Medici." he said as a young woman approached.
"The pleasure is all mine Prince Medici, I hope Gustav has been treating you well." she said smiling.
"He has done a splendid job madame, I didn't catch your name?" the prince said kissing her hand.
"My oh my, quite the charmer?" she said.
"Simple manners madame, your name?" the Prince asked again.
"Christina Van Haussen sir, you don't mind if I call you sir do you?" she asked.
"Its perfectly fine."
"Alright kids, let's get to work. Lenin is going to America to meet with the Chinese, we've discovered this through our espionage tactics within the Communist Party, we aren't quite sure what exactly is at stake here but an overhaul of the Chinese government back to Communism may not be far away, or might be part of Lenin's plan. He is an internationalist, he wants the world to become a Communist Utopia." Gustav said.
"I don't understand though, I read in the papers that Lenin had been arrested for conspiracy against Winston Churchill, how did he get out?" asked Prince Medici.
"Well Lazlo, that we aren't sure of. It is interesting though, just how did that wiley bastard escape prison?....."
Arkangelsk, Russia; Three Months Prior...
"So you see Mr. Trotsky, you are nothing more than a slave, or a machine whichever you prefer. It doesn't matter to these people, they are like vultures, picking apart any carcass they come accross no matter how decrepid and rotted it may be." Lenin continued.
"I see, well that is quite interesting indeed." Leon replied.
"The only way to stop them is revolution, some Socialists cry 'peace, peace' peace and words will get you nowhere. Peace is merely the security of the capitalist. The only reason they remain at peace is because at the time it is the easiest way to exploit the people, and to prepare for their next war. These pigs fight amongst themselves over small plots of land, small resources, and huge populations. We can't use the legal system, it is their tool, religion and faith? That is their way of keeping us silent, it is like a drug to the poor. They tell them that they will one day ascend into some chimerical world of perfection, it is a lie. That is all it is." Lenin said.
"Well, that all makes perfect sense." Trotsky said, forgetting to change the tape in the tape recorder after it had stopped, he was now begining to change his status in this prison; he was no longer there as a reporter interviewing an inmate, but felt he was now a student listening to a great prophet.
"Of course it does, it is based on history's pattern, the dialectic. You can not see the truth until you accept that dialectical determinism is reality. Only then can you know, but it is not a very hard thing to understand. You must simply look at history, at reality, at who is in control and why. Our laws, our faith, our culture are all simply tools to keep those in power in power. You may cite the Republican revolutions, or the change over from tribal power to fiefdoms and kingships, but that isn't change in those in power. It merely represents a change in the means of production. Women are controlled and turned into factories, they offer these pigs primal lust and when necessary more people through childbirth to exploit and use to create their profits. And what are these profits used for? Expensive food, unnecessary vacations and lavish drugs. These profits are also used for more specific evils, police forces are created to force the poor into submission, armies are created to steal more resources from their fellow capitalists. Enough resources exist to feed this planet, and to keep it comfortable, but instead a mere 2% of it enjoys advanced comfort while the rest barely survive." the prisoner continued, he rubbed his forehead "And for these words I am here in prison, I am Valdimir Ilyich Lenin, I have done no wrong, I didn't conspire to kill anybody. Leon, it was the Ottoman Jihad, what'd Churchill do?"
"What do you mean?"
"To the Muslims, he returned the city and turned them back into Bosporus. They were angered about this, this man ruined the first ever victory Europe enjoyed over the Israelites, and you think that didn't piss them off? You think a bunch of socialist newspaper editors really wanted to kill this man? We ran for office peacefully and in public, why would we take such a rash move?" Lenin asked.
"Well, there is evidence that they have a lack of evidence, therefore you may be off the hook." Trotsky replied.
"Hah! You believe far too much in your legal system, it is nothing more, as I've already stated, than a tool of the bourgeousie. Judges are appointed by legislators, which are all rich capitalists. You don't see a quarrelation there?" Lenin said.
"Well that all makes sense but-" just then the guard opened the cell.
"Alright fruitcake, your time is up." he said tapping his watch.
Leon looked at Lenin and raised his eyebrows...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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The Capo
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May 2000
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Leon gripped his pen tightly as the guard continued to speak "C'mon Mr. Trotsky, I'm serious, no more time - goddam reporters think they run the world." with that Leon turned around and shoved the pen into the guard's throat, he quickly threw his hands up, clutching the wound as blood spurted out violently.
Lenin stood up and punched the guard in the face "C'mon Comrade, we must move quickly. How did you arrive here?" he asked.
"A car, its outside." Leon responded.
"Perfect" Lenin said as he kneeled over the officer and pulled out his gun, he fired two shots into the guard's head and said "Hurry..."
Bosporus, Turkey; two days later...
"What the hell is this sh*t!" Carlos Morales said as he threw Trotsky's papers on his desk "I can't print that, people will think we're wackos!"
"Why can't we? Its not like there's a law against printing this stuff." Trotsky replied.
His boss rubbed his temples, "Christ, ya know, I swear to God if I hadn't married your sister you'd be out of a job. This is the fifth time you've come to me with a worthless story. I sent you over there to interview a killer and you come back with a f*cking sociology textbook. You know the goddam Post is going to kill us in sales if we keep this up."
"Carlos, look. This is the mind of Lenin, this is good stuff, this will make people think its important that-"
"What the hell are you talking about? Nobody is going to read this filth, look how you've packaged it - you don't believe this garbage do you?" he asked.
"Well it makes sense." Trotsky replied.
"Makes sense? Its insanity, this guy killed our President and now you're one of his little minions. You need a vacation, you're lucky I'm not going to make it permenant. Look, take some time off, go to Greece or Sicily or something, I hear Mexico is nice this time of year." said Mr. Morales as he threw Trotsky's article in the trash can.
Trotsky quickly pulled it out "You know what? Forget it, I quit. This is ridiculous, what happened to integrity, what happened to-"
"We are a business Leon, this isn't some kind of goddam game we're playing here, we are here to sell newspapers. I have a deadline to make, I have a specific amount of papers I have to sell. When people read that garbage they're going to be turned off, the Paris Post will have us down for the count. Its not pesonal Leon, its just trash, that's all." he explained.
"Forget it, seriously, I'll have my stuff cleared out by the end of the week. You'll see my article Carlos, you'll see it somewhere." Leon retorted.
"I just saw it in a garbage can, and I wouldn't be surprised if I saw it there again. Good luck Leon, and good riddance!" he said as Leon left the office, slamming the door behind him.
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Dec 2000
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"quarrelation" as "correlation"......talk about your Freudian slips! that's really funny, capo!
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Prometheus
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The Chinese P.R. man stumbles to the Microphone…(mumbling… at least Israel masked its aggression in some sort of reason…Mumble mumble)
“ummmm yea…. The Chinese government really doesn’t really know what to say…. Hmmm as far as we can tell Mongolia is threatening us because we moved our Capitol to a central position… Huh (shuffles through notes)? No doubt a crime punishable by death…
We call on the world to support the Chinese in this time of blatant aggression, we know most of you wont, but we call on you anyway…
(Pulls down map) Apparently Mongolia wants some sort of pure Asia….(points to Asia on Map circling the entire thing with his red light pen… stopping at the far south west) he he that’s Israel, you know that’s going be a problem area after Mongolia finishes us off… especially since they called both the Chinese and the Israeli muttos of the Asian blood line.
Well this press conference is over; I have a lot more drinking to do before I join the Army to repel the Mongolian hordes. I leave you with this quote from a very non-famous Chinese General…Yikes”
With that the P.R. person staggering left the stage leaving the reporters wondering what just went on and asking where was Prometheus during this time of need….
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