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Post by Dunwik on May 6, 2022 0:18:57 GMT
For most, the man known as Jonathan Havwil Osworth was a reclusive, strange man. Of middle aristocracy, a theater actor and amateur chemist, known for abusing substances far more than even the average Dunwikki too rich to suffer, but too poor to be glorious. Of that narrow kind, he was perhaps one of the worst, taken to delusion and ranting. Today though, he was not in his home land, but in Sheen, waiting carefully, his hands trembling around the ivory-gripped pistol he had smuggled there. Six shots. Just one could change the world. He saw, he waited, he shook and jittered and muttered to himself of how much a hero he'd be.
When he saw his target, that bastard Communist traitor Lengan out to control his mind and subvert Sheen and kill everyone under that damn red flood and burn the whole world and ruin it forever, that absolute man John Smith, leader of that hated NLSDAP, take his stand to make a speech, Osworth drew swiftly. Six shots echoed from his gun, faster than anyone even noticed. Smith fell, and the crowd fell on Osworth.
Those men of Duom Asderordia were evil to the Dunwikki, but Osworth carried their tricks. On his person, an explosive belt. Osworth's cigarette went to the belt, and with his final words, he went up in a great conflagration.
"DIE, COMMIES! BETTER DEAD THAN RED! FREEDOM FOREVER!"
Thus, Osworth passed from this world, taking with him a score of men around him, maiming many more.
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Post by xander10 on May 6, 2022 1:16:00 GMT
For most, the man known as Jonathan Havwil Osworth was a reclusive, strange man. Of middle aristocracy, a theater actor and amateur chemist, known for abusing substances far more than even the average Dunwikki too rich to suffer, but too poor to be glorious. Of that narrow kind, he was perhaps one of the worst, taken to delusion and ranting. Today though, he was not in his home land, but in Sheen, waiting carefully, his hands trembling around the ivory-gripped pistol he had smuggled there. Six shots. Just one could change the world. He saw, he waited, he shook and jittered and muttered to himself of how much a hero he'd be. When he saw his target, that bastard Communist traitor Lengan out to control his mind and subvert Sheen and kill everyone under that damn red flood and burn the whole world and ruin it forever, that absolute man John Smith, leader of that hated NLSDAP, take his stand to make a speech, Osworth drew swiftly. Six shots echoed from his gun, faster than anyone even noticed. Smith fell, and the crowd fell on Osworth. Those men of Duom Asderordia were evil to the Dunwikki, but Osworth carried their tricks. On his person, an explosive belt. Osworth's cigarette went to the belt, and with his final words, he went up in a great conflagration. "DIE, COMMIES! BETTER DEAD THAN RED! FREEDOM FOREVER!" Thus, Osworth passed from this world, taking with him a score of men around him, maiming many more. The First Councillor was rushed to hospital, with a 10 minute ride under police escort to the nearest hospital. He was quickly admitted and was found to have a .45 calibre lead bullet lodged in his lower abdomen, that had miraculously missed all major organs. The bullet was successfully removed, the bleeding stopped and while still unconcious, the First Councillor was stable. Found on his person was a journal, which appeared to have a bullet hole matching the wound exactly straight through it, which lead the doctors taking care of the Head of Government to believe that the journal had saved his life. 2 months after the incident, John Smith was back on his feet and made a return to the Alliance Hall. The would-be assassin's gun had been auctioned off to none other than the infamous Mayor John Harvey of Tvickerland, leadership of the country had been temporarily taken over by Ernest Grey, Smith's right hand man and a former SDP member. Those who lost family members in the terrorist attack were given 100 F in compensation for their lost loved ones. |
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Post by Arnold Colston-Westbrook on May 6, 2022 1:58:24 GMT
To The First Councillor of The Associated Cities of Sheen, John Smith. Councillor Smith, the government of the Confederation of Narunar and Alcamecao and myself would like to congratulate you on your recovery after the devious attempt on your life. We in Narunar would like to officially extend our well wishes, and our hope for your continued wellbeing no matter what the future may hold. An attack such as the one you suffered reflects a lack of morals and cowardice to the extreme. We can only be disappointed that the perpetrator failed to receive the punishment deserving of his ilk, killing many innocent people in his 'escape'. Such an assassination attempt was unlikely to have been organised by an individual and we hope you discover the organisation behind the attempt. From His Majesty, Raymond Paul Albrecht David of House Westbrook, King of of The Confederated Kingdoms of Narunar and Alcamecao (The house shield of the royal house of Westbrook is stamped onto the letter as shown)  |
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