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Wadj
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Mar 21 2006, 05:49 PM
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The Very Model of a Modern Major General
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So, here's the deal: I'm setting up a contest to see which is the best post on our forum. Everyone can nominate one post or part of a thread that they think is particularly well written, creative, etc. Once I've recieved a number of nominations, I'll turn this into a poll, and you can vote for whichever post you think is best.
The rules are as follows:
1. Each person may only nominate 1 post/part of a thread
2. Post the post/part of a thread in this thread, and put quotes around it.
3. You may not nominate one of your own posts.
4. Try not to make it too outrageously long.
5. The post should be part of an RP.
Now, go forth and find some good posts!
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Paradise
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Mar 21 2006, 06:39 PM
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Resident bureaucrat
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- Trilateral Commission
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Greater Shambala has announced to the world that it will fund a $2,000,000 expedition to Antarctica, to search for clues of Adolf Hitler.
Rumors have it that after WWII, Adolf Hitler escaped to Antarctica with hardcore followers and built a secret lair. Meanwhile, the Allies and Jewish Conspiracy faked Hitler's death in Berlin, with the result that most of the world believes Hitler is dead.
However, the Thule Scientific Society and the Ariosophy Society, two of Greater Shambala's leading scientific establishments, are convinced that Hitler survived, created a base in Antarctica, and using advanced German technology, launched himself and his followers into space in a rocket and reached the moon.
Adolf Hitler survives to this day on the dark side of the moon, where he has built a large military base and has used life-lengthening techniques to survive in perfect health. It is rumored he contacted space aliens from the star Aldebaran. In the future, Hitler will return to earth with the assistance of his Aldebaranian allies, and conquer this planet to usher in the Thousand Year Reich.
Greater Shambala's expedition will reach the part of Antarctica known as Nieuschwabenland (New Swabia), which was Germany's claim to the ice continent in the ealry 19th century. We believe Hitler's lair is somewhere buried there. The expedition will consist of one ship, the destroyer KMGS-Adolf Hitler, which will locate Hitler's lair and analyze the clues of the Fuhrer. We hope it will eventually lead to a direct contact between earthlings and Hitler.
-Science Minister Joseph von Engelbrecht
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Rhadamanthus
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Mar 29 2006, 10:04 PM
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I chose to nominate one of my favorite posts on this forum.
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--- A Patrua Press Agency Release --- -------- PIRaTe Network News --------
It's the PNtv News, with a special report on the liberation of Nichopolis.
"... our reporter at the scene, embedded with the Imperial Armed Forces, Simon Munro."
Cut to Simon Munro's face, shifting left and right and bouncing up and down as he is seated on an armoured vehicle. He wears a white helmet with black characters reading 'TV' and a blue bullet-proof vest with written in white 'Press'. The camera has a hard time focusing on him as its bearer is being shaken too. In front of them is the small turret of a Bradley IFV and out of it sticks the shoulders and helmet of the vehicle's commander. A voice-over comments.
"Nichopolis, the second major victory after New Harumf's expulsion from the war, has been a welcome victory for the Resplendent Dawn troops more so than for any other. For weeks, they carried the full weight of the Catholic European invasion army but with New Harumf's departure from the war, two thirds of the Imperial Armed Forces have been shifted to the north, giving the defenders new hope, new vigour and new and skilled attack troops. Nichopolis has been liberated and the stains of the conflict that are so manifestly present here, are temporarily forgotten in the euphoria that has encompassed the city since yesterday."
The Bradley drives through the city that shows the scars of war. Dawn soldiers are seen partaking in the citizens' rejoicing. With large smiles on their faces and their uniforms loosely arranged, they sit outside destroyed houses sharing a drink and a meal with civilians, dance to music or impress girls. The Patruan soldiers don't seem to fit. They stick together on or near their vehicles, even look grumpy in comparison as they politely turn down requests from groups of Dawn soldiers or civilians to join. For them, there's no time to enjoy the victory much. By contrast, they seem to be attending to their tasks. No wonder as these are not their compatriates. This is not their family.
"'The reign of terror' as some citizens call it was ousted not a moment too soon. The common practices of Catholic Europe struck people here as barbaric and blasphemous. Orthodox clergymen were burnt at the stake and people unwilling to convert were persecuted for heresy. Surprisingly enough, Catholic Europe is more tolerant towards other religions than to what they perceive as breakaway deviances of the mother church."
The Bradley takes a left where Dawn soldiers and civilians are working. They are carrying the charred remains of executed Orthodox priests. Burnt at the stakes that are still standing on the square. Some Nichopolites are crying while others try to comfort them. The tank leaves the scene behind and trudges through a water-logged street. A Whartog Missile struck here and the district has suffered severely. Clearing the street and passing more celebrating Dawn soldiers, the vehicle commander suddenly shouts something in his microphone and the Bradley grinds to a hold.
"It is not always easy to operate in a nation where the people have been divided and antagonized towards each other. Imperial Armed Forces sometimes need to walk a thin line. This happened on this trip when our Bradley entered the Philippos District."
The camera pans and some armed townsfolk, all wearing white and yellow bands around their upper arm with the Resplendent Dawn double-eagle symbol on, can be seen. Amidst them, people have been lined up in four rows. They look depressed and anxious, heads bowed down, hands tied behind their backs. Their faces show signs of abuse and some have ripped clothes. One of the armed men hits the aft ones with a stick. The bands around their arm mean they're part of the resistance fighters, the Resplendent Dawn Liberation Army.
"Come on, move it!"
The commander lifts himself out of the turret and jumps to the ground, hitting twice on the vehicle with his fist. He walks towards the people while the camera shows -half out of cue- how Simon Munro goes from sitting to crouching prepared to jump off. The Lieutenant turns his head points at the television crew and speaks determined.
"No. You stay here."
Simon Munro's voice hisses to the camera guy.
"Don't miss this!"
Meanwhile the doors at the back of the vehicle have opened and six legionaries get out, AK's ready. At a distance, they follow the Cavalry Lieutenant, who has gotten to the armed men in the mean time.
"Who is in command here?"
A large man, also wearing an AK-47 around his shoulder and a makeshift military uniform that exists of combat boots, combat trousers, an old Resplendent Dawn fatigues vest and a black t-shirt approaches him self-assured and even a bit cocky. Before answering he looks at the officer from head to toe and back.
"I am. What can I do for you, Lieutenant?"
"Who are these people?"
"Those?"
He turns his head around to look. Then answers indifferently.
"Animals. Melkites. Collaborators."
"What are you going to do with them?"
"Listen, Lieutenant. With all due respect but you don't know, okay? You weren't here during the occupation. These people are responsible for heinous crimes. They will receive justice. We're in your debt for helping to liberate us. Thanks, but let the Dawnsmen take care of Dawn business. This is not Patrua."
The Lieutenant smiled.
"Cute. Hand over these people, they are now under our protection. We shall be delivering them to the proper institute."
The order is not to the liking of the Resplendent Dawn Liberation Army.
"Whoa whoa whoa... Look. Patruans take care of Patruan business, Resplendent Dawn takes care of Dawn business. That was why you came to help us in the first place, no?"
"You seem well informed. Then you know that martial law means that the regular army has jurisdiction here. We'll take them there."
In front of the group of Patruan legionaries, some twelve RDLA fighters have gathered to restore the psychological balance. It might bolster them, it doesn't resort any effect on the Patruans. The RDLA leader steps up to the Lieutenant so that his face is only inches away from the officer's. He holds his chine up porvocatively before speaking.
"Not necessary. We'll take them there."
"How convenient. We're just about to go the same way."
"I wonder what you are doing here anyway. Do you really think war is that easy? That black 'n white? Jeez, I'm losing my time here. Take 'em away, boys."
The RDLA leader turns around and so do his fighters, they walk decisively towards their comrades when suddenly their attention is caught by a metallic hum. The camera pans around, showing a blur and then the turret of the Bradley that is now facing the group of RDLA men. The Lieutenant grins and slowly starts stepping towards the startled RDLA fighters.
"You're right. War isn't black 'n white. It can be difficult to tell who is who. Especially in this sort of cases..."
He turns his face to the legionary to his right.
"Bad visibilty today, huh?"
The legionary grins too.
"Sure is, LT."
The frayed RDLA commander gives in. His voice is irritated and aggressive.
"Fine, have it your way. They have what's coming to them anyway. Come on, men!"
With a gesture he waves the other fighters to leave. Some kick or hit the prisoners while passing. They disappear in one of the streets. The Lieutenant orders his men while he himself turns to the Bradley to request orders by radio.
"Barnes: quick medical check, then load them inside You guys can go and sit on the top. We'll drop 'em off at the first Resplendent Dawn checkpoint."
Cut to the delivery of the prisoners. The checkpoint is a dilapidated home and some heavy rocks and mines that have been put on the street. Some chairs and a table have been pulled together and four Resplendent Dawn soldiers are playing cards, comfortable hanging in the chairs, shirts open, helmets pushed to the back of their heads and with the chin support loosened. They get up when the Bradley arrives and kick away the mines for the vehicle to pass. Standard procedure. Their surprise is large when the Lieutenant unloads the prisoners. The grudgingly start rounding them up and transport them into the house while the Lieutenant explains about the RDLA stand-off. The Sergeant seems a bit annoyed.
"It might be better next time to call for someone of us. We can reason with these guys Dawnsman to Dawnsman. They didn't mean any harm, it's just different cultures. For us, this war is different than for you. Thanks"
Cut to later in the day, near nightfall. The Bradley drives back through the streets. Despite curfew, people are still out celebrating, fraternising with the soldiers. The lone Patruan Bradley is looked upon and cheered. Children bike along a bit, young women playfully taunt the soldiers and Resplendent Dawn soldiers cry feigned disappointment when there's no reaction to an invitation to dance along. Another corner, the checkpoint appears but it is deserted. The blockade and mines are gone and so are the soldiers. As the Bradley passes, the bodies can be seen of the prisoners. Lying one over another in a puddle of dried blood. Footage fades to black.
Cut back to the studio. Stephan Walters resumes the news.
"The horrors of war. Over to another brewing question. The Nile basin is a new hot rod in international relations..."
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