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| Leadership change for the Trilateral Commission; The old guard is swept away | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 30 2006, 02:18 AM (393 Views) | |
| Tristan da Cunha | Jan 30 2006, 02:18 AM Post #1 |
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Timothy Anderson pressed his razor blade against a spot just below his wrist, perspiration soaking his head and trunk. Not hesitating, the muscular man, dressed only in 3-day old boxers, pressed the razor into his wrists and with a steady motion, drew a 1/8 inch-deep cut along the length of his forearm, from his wrist to the elbow hinge. As dark red blood seeped out of the 8-inch long wound and spilled onto the pale bedding and luxuriant Persian rug, Anderson's other hand fumbled at the tin placed on a tray next to his bed. His fingers dipped into the tin, and clawed the thick, viscuous whitish sap. Methodically he applied this stuff into the gash on his other arm. Anderson's entire body suddenly tensed and his head jerked backwards, hitting it hard on the bed frame. He did not feel the pain on his head though; on his forearm, the whitish sap - purified opium extract - coursed through his arteries, bathing his entire brain and his body and his existence in an otherworldly orgasm. ***** Tap, tap Sprawled over his urine, booze, and blood-soaked bed, Anderson stirred and with the greatest effort tilted his head toward the doorway. "Uh.... come in." The oaken door opened slightly and two figures appeared - a young girl in a nightgown and a black-clad soldier, MP5 holstered at his hip. The soldier said, "Here she is, Doctor." He nudged the girl forward; the girl's frame was like a marionette, she jerked randomly and took a few awkward steps forward, responding to the soldier's push. The soldier then stepped out and closed the door behind him. Anderson saw the girl and quickly came to his senses; this was what he had been waiting for. Taking a drink from a bottle of vodka on his pillow, he stood up, stretched, and approached her. She was approximately 10, 11 years old; with beautiful features, auburn hair, and dark blue eyes. Overcome with lust, Anderson stepped closer and took the girl by her arms, picked her up and together sat on the bed. He carressed her, reaching under her gown and gently feeling her warm thighs. He looked into her eyes. Those soulless eyes. ***** Anderson reached for her forehead, and ran his fingers across the jagged scar hidden by her hairline. The girl was expressionless. No spark of humanity, no flash of compassion crossed her eyes. Timothy Anderson - a member of the Trilateral Commission Policy Council, CEO of various corporations, international terrorist, fan of Cecil B. DeMille movies, conoiseur of Scandinavian sportscars, father of 2 - liked them that way. He liked to have beautiful young girls lobotomized, then given to him for his pleasure and debauchery. Something about staring into the eyes of a young girl physicially incapable of feeling emotion; her frontal lobe cruelly ripped from her, her totally unknown, cold, apathetic response to his touch - that fulfilled a dark void in Anderson's life. He doesn't know how many girls he's gone through already... 200? 300? Their fates, he didn't really know... when he's done with them, he simply calls for a servant and they is taken from his sight. He's thought of it before, though. Maybe the servants have their way with them for a while, then throw them out into the streets for some pimp to rescue and force into a life of prostitution. Anyways, the other members of the Policy Council tolerated this shit. Everyone on the Policy COuncil got where they were because they were probably ambitious, maybe intelligent, and most definitely unhinged. Everyone on the Policy Council had their tics, their fetishes, their weaknesses - such was the price to be paid for genius/insanity - and no one prodded into each others' business. Take a look at Stavchanskiy - he just loves killing people!!! Morley - he can't keep his hands off young boys. Boris - that fatass.... well, he likes to collect stamps... but his professional life is by no means legitimate. Guardia - nobody knows what his problem is, but he is definitely hiding some inner monstrosity. Corunna - he's probably a cannibal. ***** Anderson was getting excited. This girl was very pretty. Half her brain was cut out, but strangely, her face still had a forlorn, haunting beauty. For someone who is incapable of feeling, she still looked like she had some longing left in her heart. Anderson held her close and kissed her face, then slid his tongue into her mouth. Suddenly, he tensed. Something was wrong. He could hear a faint ticking sound, the buzzing and whirrring of clockwork. It was coming from the inside of her head. He instinctively jumped to conclusions. Someone placed a bomb in her head! Panicking, his mind raced a million miles an hour. Assassination!! But his body seemed paralyzed, he seemed unable to extricate himself from that fatal kiss. Ohhhhh!!! Who the fuck put this bomb in her head???!! Who wants me dead??? Jesus..... Mother of........ Was it Boris? No, Boris has been sedated for the last 2 months. Stavchanskiy? He'd do something sick like this. It's Guardia!! I know it!! Why did he do it?? Why do I know it?? ***** The soldiers had come to Kate's house, and kidnapped her from her bed. She was taken to a facility somewhere in a desert... it could've been Arabia or Arizona. They cut open her head; she was for Anderson. At the last minute the surgeon concealed a radio controlled plastic explosive in the cavity where her frontal lobe had been. ***** Anderson closed his eyes for the last time and tightly embraced Kate in his arms. Anderson thought to himself. We all have weaknesses. This is my weakness. My enemies face my weakness. Kate's head exploded, and the whole room shattered. After a while, the sirens from fire trucks rang out, and the pulverized flesh, bone, and wallpaper settled. |
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| The CNNP | Jan 30 2006, 11:03 AM Post #2 |
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Presidente Augusto Pinochet: We denounce this assassination as an act of terrorism and we pray for justice. |
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| Rhadamanthus | Mar 4 2006, 11:57 PM Post #3 |
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This assassination was justice. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 5 2006, 12:21 AM Post #4 |
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Hehe. I've got to update this thread soon. It is supposed to be a series of assassinations eliminating almost the entire TC government and replacing it with a kinder, gentler, less evil regime. I started plotting it out a long time ago but then there was other RPs etc, and I became too lazy to write something here... |
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| New Harumf | Mar 5 2006, 11:58 AM Post #5 |
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That........was sick! Coming from me, that's saying a lot! :cry: |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 5 2006, 07:00 PM Post #6 |
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Yeah, sorry, I must've been watching to much Hannibal..... |
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| Menhad | Mar 5 2006, 09:13 PM Post #7 |
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OOC:Oh my dear sweet bippy! That was sick! IC: Menahad After hearing of the assassination of Mr. Anderson, has set up a day of praying. Praying for unending pain in hell. Mr. Anderson was a devil of a man and Menhad supports the assassin and in fact like to congradulate him, or her. All we say that is was a sick, gut turning event but well deserved event. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 22 2006, 09:35 PM Post #8 |
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March 22. Ashkelon, Israel- Boris Berezhovsky, the Director and supreme leader of the Trilateral Commission, has been found dead today in a hotel suite in Ashkelon, Israel. The dead corpses of Berezhovsky, five prostitutes, and three bodyguards were recovered at the scene. THey had been massacred by a dozen 500-pound, 30-foot long Anacondas. Police had to call in zookeepers to tranquilize the beasts before investigating the grisly scene. The coroner said cause of death was suffocating by snake constriction, and each individual was also mauled by the snakes, with chunks of flesh being ripped off of their bodies. Berezhovsky's body was quickly cremated and laid to rest in a small private funeral service that no senior ranking member of the TC attended. Curiously, there is no murder investigation. The Trilateral Commission has issued a vague official statement saying the deaths were a "freak accident." The government has provided no explanation where the snakes came from and how all of this could have happened. Conspiracy theorists are certain that this was an inside job instigated by certain disgruntled TC officials who wished to seize control of the government. As of now, there is no individual who has emerged to become the new Director of the Trilateral Commission. |
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| NRE | Mar 22 2006, 10:14 PM Post #9 |
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The Eastern Empire is outraged at these recent events. We demand that justice be served and that the murders be found at once. The assassins must be hunted like the animals they are and made to pay for their crimes. Private Transmission To: Remaining leaders of the Trilateral Comission From: Shing Conn It would appear as if someone wants you all dead and frankly we can't have that now can we? I strongly suggest that you come to the Eastern Empire for a short time so that we may have oZ operatives search for these assassins. OOC: Ok so I completely understand that you have this all worked out TC, but what if we pulled a Shoa here and actually saved one of them. They could have their death faked and be cryogenically frozen and stored away like Shoa in some oZ storage facility. Just a thought |
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| Wadj | Mar 22 2006, 10:21 PM Post #10 |
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OOC: My God! It's Snakes on a Plane come to life! |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 22 2006, 10:37 PM Post #11 |
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OOC: Hah. :D NRE: I may have a few individuals escape to the Eastern Empire or something. I will keep you updated. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 22 2006, 10:48 PM Post #12 |
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:D :D :D Whoa I have just watced that Snakes on a Plane trailer and it looks awful. The resmblance between that movie and my post is purely coincidental because I did not watch the trailer when I wrote it. In fact the coincidence makes my post look silly and I can't stop imagining Samuel L. Jackson and snakes in this thread. :D :D Therefore I retract my last post and I will think up a diffrent grisly fate for Boris Berezhovsky. |
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| Noriega | Mar 23 2006, 12:36 AM Post #13 |
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How about instead of snakes in a hotel room, snakes in, say...I don't know...A plane? But really, I am waiting with bated breath for another assassination. |
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| Tristan da Cunha | Mar 26 2006, 02:40 AM Post #14 |
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OOC: Originally posted in: http://s3.invisionfree.com/nationstates/in...opic=1877&st=0& IC: In a cigar smoke filled parlor in a mansion overlooking the sea - three TC Policy Council members are assembled; several big-screen TVs were tuned in to BBC and PNTV, with another TV tuned in to a broadcast from the United State of Israel. An Israeli anchor was making some comments. "This is a broadcast from Kol Israel radio. The discussions in the Sinai conference appear to be over, and a state of emergency has fallen over Israel. In the next couple of hours, the Empire of Paradise, with or without a UN coalition, is expected to invade to Israel and wage a war against the Trilateral Commission and Nag Ehgoeg. We are now going to Haifa, where Erez Rochman addresses the nation." "My family, friends, children of Israel. This is a hard time for us. The United State of Israel, which always wanted to become a force of stability in the land, now finds itself in the middle of a terrible conflict. This is not the way I thought it would be... But in order to secure the freedom and security of at least a part of the land and its inhabitants, we hereby declare the foundation of United State of Israel in Northern Israel, in the part given to us by The Resplendent Dawn. The United State of Israel prepared for this situation of independence for a long time. The nation will be ran by our temporary government, based in Haifa. After the war is over, we will negotiate with the winning power over the control of other parts of the land. Northern Israel is a begining, but certainly not everything. After the war is over, we will negotiate with the winning power over the control of other parts of the land. Northern Israel is a begining, but certainly not everything." "Puh!!! These wily Jews have manipulatd the Baghdad Pact to do their bidding. They sit around while the Baghdad Pact attack us, and then they move in and take our land. A clever tribe, the sons of Jacob. They wait for the goyim to rip each other to shreds and then pick their pockets," observed Milos Ustase. "Get me a fresh card." He didn't even know what cards were in his hands, because he was fixated on the news reports. Alex Gottlieb drew a 10 of diamonds. "Shut up! You want to take this outside? I am a Jew. And isn't your dad a Jew?" "Ustase? Hell no. Ustase is a solid gentile name. From Croatia. We were involved with the Nazis even." "Fuck you. Little bitch." Gottlieb put more dollar bills in the pile. "You might as well say that the Baghdad Pact is using the USOI as its pawn. Look at it this way... the BP is using some innocent nation as an excuse to directly undermine the BP's enemies without making it appear that the BP has any imperialist intent." Ustase, "Yeah, the BP and USOI are just making out to be two allied parasites, sucking the blood from this world." "Gaping twats, both of you. Why can't we work with the BP?" said Nephi Karekin, who was dealing. Gottlieb shot Karekin an odd look. "You can't be serious. If you are, you know you won't see the light of another day." Karekin concentrated on the cards and did not look up. "Nah, I'm not serious. But doesn't it cross your minds? Why can't we be friends with the Baghdad people? They've got power. They've got money. They've got influence. That's a Most Holy Triniity right there. That's that we want. What are we getting from Nag Ehgoeg? Occasional deliveries of germ agents from Syntha Prime? Definitely some nice shit we can't concoct ourselves, but I guarantee if we go to the other side, I can be on the phone with Emperor Muhammad bin Raghead and we'll have 60,000 Paradisan nukes given to us as gifts. Ask for 60,000, we'll get 70,000. Ask for 70,000, we'll get 80,000. In Baghdad the street's are paved with gold, my man!" Karekin collected all the bets. "Alright... flip your cards." Gottlieb chuckled. "Keep talking like that Karekin and you'll have an Armenian Massacre on your ass." Ustase threw up his arms and said, "Nice, I've got two pairs, so pay up." Karekin threw down his cards and pushed his pile of dollar bils to Ustase. "Alright ya fuckers, I'd better get going. The missus wants me dining fine tonight. But keep in mind what I'm saying. The Baghdad Pact sure as hell is something." Karekin got up, put on his suit, put out his cigarette, and left the room. While Ustase was counting his money, Gottlieb looked at the TV. The USOI official, Erez Rochman, was still talking. ...Our nation is sadly created by war, and therefore will always pursue peace..... Gottlieb shook his head and turned away, running his hands through his hair. He turned to Ustase and said, "Karekin, Karekin. I don't trust that Armenian motherfucker. 'call up Emperor Muhammad?' 'go to the other side?' What the fuck is up with that dude!" Ustase was still counting his cash and replied, "Don't you worry. You're not alone in your hunches. I talked to Carlyle last week and he said PolyCon (OOC: The Department of Political Economics, the Trilateral Commission's secret police) opened a file on Karekin months ago. Obviously Carlyle's thinking the same thing. If our hunches prove correct, Karekin is going to find himself between a rock and a hard motherfucking place." |
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| New Harumf | Mar 26 2006, 12:39 PM Post #15 |
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I liked the Anacondas!! It worked for me. More gruesome killings, please! :P |
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