The East PacificBoard

6:30 PM.

It was a cloudy day in Borner. The city was very empty- men and some women were fighting for the Resistance abroud in some military base, or on the frontlines. The frontlines were stained with a dark shade of red. With the constant pound and "BOOM" of artillery ravaging the land, dooming any soldier who steps in the path of the shell. The shell of doom, never hesitant to put another soldier on the chopping block. The gun, the strongest weapon a Man could hold, capable of slaughtering countless amounts of people. The gun, killing any the Man is dissatisfied with by just a single sound and a lightweight piece of metal. The Man has a terrible weapon at his grasp. All Men could kill with that single weapon- end a life, a life another Man worked so hard to go to- at an instant end, the last sound being a "BOOM". War is a horror no Man should face- but nonetheless, they fought anyways for the honor of their Country, of the glorious State!

The Borner Center was quiet today. Only the "creek"s of doors and the "thump" of footsteps could be heard. It was usually this quiet- all the doors were soundproof and seldom was their chat outside. The pelting sound of rain against the windows had not been heard for a week; the weather was unusually dry.

But, today would be a day of extreme importance in the grand center of Resistance the glorious Peoples of Algerstonia had established for the sovereignty and glory of the State. The King of Algerstonia was meeting with the Top General of the Grand Militarized Forces. They were going to discuss war plans for the future. This meeting was extremely important and could, and will, decide the upcoming fate of Algerstonia.

The King was waiting in his chair. There was fresh pizza waiting for them, along with cocktails and a special dessert for later that had no name.

The Top General then walked in. "Salutations, my King, eternal ruler of the Resistance and soon-to-be Ruler of the Algerstonian Motherland! How do you fare today?" said the Top General. He was wearing his military uniform- a shade of swampy green with several medals and markings on it.

"I do great today, Top General! I have made a packet for our war plans. It is consisted of diagrams and descriptions."

The Top General then read the packet. It did contain diagrams- one of a firebombing operation of Shavaran northwestern farms and industrial areas with a subsequent offensive towards that area. The second page was pamphlet droppings in major urban centres. The third, and final diagram was an assault in the south and a plan to meet up the northern and southern armies, splitting the Shavarans in two.

"I think it looks great, my King...but there is a singular problem."

"What's that, Top General.

"None of this will happen."

"What the hell are you talking about, sir?"

"Ah, you see. I believe you made a mistake in hiring me as the Top General, Supreme Commander of the Resistance. Because...I am contra this resistance. In fact...I have a set amount of demands for you. I demand that all Algerstonians cease in fighting. I demand that Algerstonia is recognized as Shavaran territory. And I demand that this f*cking war ends immediately." said the Top General.

"I-what!? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, YOU TRAITOR!?"

The King then presses the SECURITY button. Immediately, two guards rush in and the guards rush in to seize the Top General.

"Any last words, you filthy traitor?"

"Oh, yes...."

Suddenly, the guards put the Top General down and raise their SMGs at the King.

"Greetings, soon-to-be-fallen King. I am the Top General, the one who wishes to end this damned war. You will die. Oh, how the tides have turned. And these for sure won't be my last words:

How do you like me now?"

Suddenly, the Top General drew a knife and lodged it straight into the King's brain. Brain matter immediately went on the ground combined with blood. The King lay still on the ground, blood seeping outwards. The King has been slain.