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'Death to Traitors and Conspirators!'
Topic Started: Jul 3 2015, 09:13 PM (36 Views)
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The Grandmaster stood in his office, moving folders that were laid out on his desk into brand new green cabinets against the west wall of his room. He was happy that he could now organize using paper, instead of using the internet. "Security reasons," he had claimed to his staff when we requested them. He turned to grab another group of files as his brother stormed into the room. He had very similar features to the Grandmaster, besides missing his left eye and a very thick beard. "Sir, the Ianese tribes to the south have attacked our border station, again. This is just getting out of hand. Ever since those Kensoian terrorists attacked, it seems that they try everyway possible to ruin our day. The guards killed 2 of them, and arrested the other 7. This is the fourth one this week, brother, and if we do not do something soon, I will attack without your consent." The Grandmaster set down the files, and turned to him. "I understand your frustration, but we are not ready. I have called upon the reserve troops, and we now number over 1 million troops. We cannot move south until we are seriously provoked and even then, we are not completely ready. What will the citizens of Larashk think if we go to war, hmm? With our current resources, we have been trying to make sure not a single person knows of these border attacks, and now you want to throw this all away. I won't retaliate until I know that Ianoa is going to fight us. Until then, you must sit thight, and simply stop these terrorist attacks." The Grandmaster's brother went up to his desk, and looked at him straight in the eye with great concern. "Brother, to be honest you are already begining to lose face in the party. It is only a matter of time before they find someone new to take over your position." The Grandmaster turned his face in confusion. "Who is they? If its the old supporters of my father? The ones that oppose my economic and social reform?" His brother nodded. "They have enlisted more people to their cause. People are getting angered, and if you do not do something soon, I am afraid they will arrested or execute you."

The Grandmaster nodded, anger filling him. "I want all three of them in my office by the end of the day. Arrest and send any suspected supporters to the courtyard. If anyone is missing by sundown tonight, I am executing every conspiritor for my demise without any evidence. Now go!" His brother nodded, running out of the room. The Grandmaster grabbed his phone, picking it up, and dialing three numbers. "Yes, hello. I want gallows set-up in the plaza, with three nooses. Get the home-guard in the plaza too, for my protection. Get this done by Sundown, now go!" A burning sensation grew inside of the Grandmaster as he headed out into the plaza. He watched as they built the gallows quickly, and as arrested conspirators filled around it. TV crews set up on the balconys, under the Grandmaster's strict order to record every single event, no censorship. The sun began to set behind the 30 foot high limestone walls, giving a golden glow otno the nooses. The Grandmaster walked into a room by the gallows, hidden by the shade. The room was bare inside, with all of the walls being concrete. He entered, looking down on the three older men, all with huge bald spots. "You are insults to the the Grand Empire of Larashk. I have given you all a chance to redeem yourselves, and I gave you warning about defying me. My father may have allowed this, but I do not. So, I must do this, even though it is not a requirement. All three of you have been charged with treason, with a sentence of the seizing of all of your funds, and are sentenced to death. You will not be given a last meal, or a chance to say goodbye to your family. You are going to die like the pigs you are, alone." They tried to wrestle out of their bonds, and tried to yell, but the metal handcuffs cut into their skin, and their plees for help were silenced by the rags covering their mouths. The Grandmaster motioned to the guards to grab the men, and they did so. They began to walk out to the into the courtyard, and the crowd became instantly silent. They understood why they were their now. The Grandmaster led the three onto the gallows, where a microphone was handed to the Grandmaster. He tapped on it twice, a loud noise echoing through the plaza, then began to speak into it.

"My fellow politicians. I used to stand with you as a friend, and with much respect towards each other. We fought our enemies, and have helped millions. But, that has changed. You have followed these three traitors into the abyss. You have treasoned against the state, and I. Their will be no pardon for your crimes, but you will not be executed like these conspiritors. Every single person in this courtyard will be sent to prison for life without pardon, or you can confess now, and only be imprisoned for one year. Does anyone admit to conspiring against the state?" He waited a few seconds, and 12 hands rose. The Grandmaster nodded, looking at them all, then looked over to his brother standing on the balcony. In that very single glance, the brothers uderstood each other, and the Brother of the Grandmaster turned to the Home-guard. Shots were fired at the twelve men, and groups of people fell. Screams were heard, and men lay. Around 30 men were on the ground, bleeding and dead. "This, is what happens to conspirators! Every conspirator will be executed, and anyone who vows to fight the state, will not see daylight again. DEATH TO TRAITORS AND CONSPIRATORS AGAINST THE STATE!" The Grandmaster reached for side, pulling out a .44 magnum, and aiming it at the three men on the gallows. He fires three shots, killing each of the lead conspirators. "Take these men as an example! Anyone who tries to fight the government will be arrested, and if found guilty will be executed. This is your ONLY warning." The Camera's shut off, and the plaza is emptied. The Grandmaster watches as the dead bodies are removed, and piled up to be burnt. As the moon rises, he leaves the plaza, and falls asleep in his king-size bed.
"All is fair in love and war." - Miguel de Cervantes

Lets go Polskis!

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