Night One
Night One
"Lenin lived, Lenin lives, Lenin will live."-Kim Il Sung
The North was prepared to fight once more against imperialism. The rising sun had stood for 48 years over the skyline of Korea, and the people were unwilling to see the sun of socialism replaced. The blood of the workers drenched the pavestones and bodies, as bodies lie atop them on the streets. But the workers of the Korea had only one thing on their mind as they watched their comrades fall around them. Not one step back. The South Koreans killed for their American puppet masters with an efficiency that put the Japanese imperialists behind them to shame. The citizens of the cities and the peasants in the field awaited for reinforcements in their struggle. None would come.
In Pyongyang, a very different story was taking place. The socialists were working diligently, trying to send troops to the frontlines, but to no avail. Their comrades working elsewhere to sustain the socialist paradise fell in the fields and the cities. How could such a thing happen? At the exact moment when their troops were in parade in neighboring China, and could no longer fight in the name of their glorious leader? One thing they remained sure of. The imperialists, no matter their country or brethren, be they, British, American, Japanese, or even Korean, would dash themselves like the tide against the ocean rock that was Kim Il Sung. The sun of socialism would stay in the sky, providing light and Juche to the Korean countryside.
It was obvious now, there were traitors within the ranks of the Supreme People's Council. However, they would have to wait, for Kim Il Sung's judgement was the only judgement they could use. And indeed, their leader has his suspicions. Ashtot was not a Korean, but as a foreigner, he was immediately suspicious. He was not a member of the Korean Worker's Party, and was suspected to be a counter-revolutionary. He was summoned for trial.
Ashtot arrived not knowing what to expect. He knew only that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea's sovereign borders had been attacked in an act of aggression by American imperialists. He was told that he was summoned to speak with Kim Il Sung. Escorted by two soldiers, he made his way to the war room. Opening, the door, he discovered that he was alone, except for the two guards and one other person.
"You are probably wondering why who were brought here today," the sun of socialism stated. "Our borders have been attacked, blood the the worker's runs red through the streets, and we have lost much of what we have gained following the set of the rising sun."
"Let you know that these are the last words I will say to you. I have said an iteration of them before, and I shall say them again. 'Lenin lived, Lenin lives.'"
The guard to Ashtot's left raised his rifle
"Lenin will live"
A clean shot passed through Vladimir Lenin's skull. He collapsed onto the floor, bleeding Blue.
"Lenin lives no longer"
The sun of socialism shined brightly in the skies, having taken its place from the rising sun, watching three of his young sons play. He descended upon them and told them that only the strongest of them would join him. Their happiness and abject joy now turned into contempt and hatred for the others.
Ashtot's role
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Night One
"Lenin lived, Lenin lives, Lenin will live."-Kim Il Sung
The North was prepared to fight once more against imperialism. The rising sun had stood for 48 years over the skyline of Korea, and the people were unwilling to see the sun of socialism replaced. The blood of the workers drenched the pavestones and bodies, as bodies lie atop them on the streets. But the workers of the Korea had only one thing on their mind as they watched their comrades fall around them. Not one step back. The South Koreans killed for their American puppet masters with an efficiency that put the Japanese imperialists behind them to shame. The citizens of the cities and the peasants in the field awaited for reinforcements in their struggle. None would come.
In Pyongyang, a very different story was taking place. The socialists were working diligently, trying to send troops to the frontlines, but to no avail. Their comrades working elsewhere to sustain the socialist paradise fell in the fields and the cities. How could such a thing happen? At the exact moment when their troops were in parade in neighboring China, and could no longer fight in the name of their glorious leader? One thing they remained sure of. The imperialists, no matter their country or brethren, be they, British, American, Japanese, or even Korean, would dash themselves like the tide against the ocean rock that was Kim Il Sung. The sun of socialism would stay in the sky, providing light and Juche to the Korean countryside.
It was obvious now, there were traitors within the ranks of the Supreme People's Council. However, they would have to wait, for Kim Il Sung's judgement was the only judgement they could use. And indeed, their leader has his suspicions. Ashtot was not a Korean, but as a foreigner, he was immediately suspicious. He was not a member of the Korean Worker's Party, and was suspected to be a counter-revolutionary. He was summoned for trial.
Ashtot arrived not knowing what to expect. He knew only that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea's sovereign borders had been attacked in an act of aggression by American imperialists. He was told that he was summoned to speak with Kim Il Sung. Escorted by two soldiers, he made his way to the war room. Opening, the door, he discovered that he was alone, except for the two guards and one other person.
"You are probably wondering why who were brought here today," the sun of socialism stated. "Our borders have been attacked, blood the the worker's runs red through the streets, and we have lost much of what we have gained following the set of the rising sun."
"Let you know that these are the last words I will say to you. I have said an iteration of them before, and I shall say them again. 'Lenin lived, Lenin lives.'"
The guard to Ashtot's left raised his rifle
"Lenin will live"
A clean shot passed through Vladimir Lenin's skull. He collapsed onto the floor, bleeding Blue.
"Lenin lives no longer"
The sun of socialism shined brightly in the skies, having taken its place from the rising sun, watching three of his young sons play. He descended upon them and told them that only the strongest of them would join him. Their happiness and abject joy now turned into contempt and hatred for the others.
Ashtot's role
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Players remaining: 22/23
You have 23 hours to submit night actions. Deadline for actions is 7 pm PST
Jared:3 replaced Call me Daniel
