Thlayli
Le Pétit Prince
Hey Josef! I definitely want you in my NES, but most nations are taken. We can work something out though.
Nordstream is a diplomatically delicate term referring to another NESer who was permabanned, returned under another name, and banned again. He IS a rather experienced and genocidal NESer, so I'm pretty sure you know who he is.
Which reminds me, he's asked me to repost a (rather tasteful) story here.
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The early Sunday morning mist hung over the city Osaka. The city was all but deserted but for the rag pickers who scurried down the streets. On the street corners there near the slums and shanty towns figures crouched along small fires built from garbage. The buildings in this area were run down, and the homeless slept on the streets. This was the center of the Kristian messianic cults. They lived on the outskirts of Japanese society hiding fearfully from the reprisals and purges that had been instituted by the Shogun Yamagata Aritomo.
Higashikuni gazed over the area with disgust. So this is where the followers of the one they called Kristh lived waiting for their savior to come in order to end the world and bring about nirvana. He smirked, what a ridiculous proposition. Higashikuni was a member of the Kempeitai, the feared secret police who had been given powers by the Shogun to hunt all Kristians. And he was very good at his job.
In one of the dipiliated buildings a door creaked open and a group of men exited wearing cloaks and robes. They walked quickly without glancing over their shoulders but each had urgency as though they wanted to escape from the open as fast as possible. Higashikuni crouched low behind the corner of the building.
This had been what he was looking for. The surviving Kristian’s in Japan had gone underground, and they had organized their small close knit group around hidden churches. Many of them were nondescript building from the exterior but inside it contained a vast array of dug out tunnels and chambers where the Kristians would meet for prayers. Finding one of these meant that the whole group would be caught.
Higashikuni smiled. He was very good at his job.
His orders reached the local garrison that night.
The garrison commander read over the message thrice to make sure he understood properly what was required of him. Then he grinned. He was going to enjoy this.
The Kristians were at evening mass as the sun set. Their priest continued to preach unaware that the moment of his destruction was drawing near.
Suddenly the church doors burst open and soldiers flooded in. Guided by Higashikuni instructions they had surrounded the building and entered the underground tunnels until they came upon the worshippers.
The soldiers set to work immediately hacking away at the worshipers with swords and bayonets. Screams echoed through the church as the worshippers were systematically slaughtered. A sword lifted, a sword fell, blood sprayed and a decapitated head rolled on the floor.
The men attempted to defend themselves desperately with anything on hand, ranging from candlesticks to the crosses that symbolized their prophet. It was all for naught. They were cut down mercilessly one by one, resistance was futile.
The women and children were herded against the wall the soldiers lined them up and proceeded to bayonet each of them one by one. No mercy was given.
Their priest was taken to the altar of his religion and his head was lopped off and placed on a pike in a public square. The tunnels were collapsed with explosives and the makeshift church burned to the ground.
There would be no survivors.
Nordstream is a diplomatically delicate term referring to another NESer who was permabanned, returned under another name, and banned again. He IS a rather experienced and genocidal NESer, so I'm pretty sure you know who he is.
Which reminds me, he's asked me to repost a (rather tasteful) story here.
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The early Sunday morning mist hung over the city Osaka. The city was all but deserted but for the rag pickers who scurried down the streets. On the street corners there near the slums and shanty towns figures crouched along small fires built from garbage. The buildings in this area were run down, and the homeless slept on the streets. This was the center of the Kristian messianic cults. They lived on the outskirts of Japanese society hiding fearfully from the reprisals and purges that had been instituted by the Shogun Yamagata Aritomo.
Higashikuni gazed over the area with disgust. So this is where the followers of the one they called Kristh lived waiting for their savior to come in order to end the world and bring about nirvana. He smirked, what a ridiculous proposition. Higashikuni was a member of the Kempeitai, the feared secret police who had been given powers by the Shogun to hunt all Kristians. And he was very good at his job.
In one of the dipiliated buildings a door creaked open and a group of men exited wearing cloaks and robes. They walked quickly without glancing over their shoulders but each had urgency as though they wanted to escape from the open as fast as possible. Higashikuni crouched low behind the corner of the building.
This had been what he was looking for. The surviving Kristian’s in Japan had gone underground, and they had organized their small close knit group around hidden churches. Many of them were nondescript building from the exterior but inside it contained a vast array of dug out tunnels and chambers where the Kristians would meet for prayers. Finding one of these meant that the whole group would be caught.
Higashikuni smiled. He was very good at his job.
His orders reached the local garrison that night.
The garrison commander read over the message thrice to make sure he understood properly what was required of him. Then he grinned. He was going to enjoy this.
The Kristians were at evening mass as the sun set. Their priest continued to preach unaware that the moment of his destruction was drawing near.
Suddenly the church doors burst open and soldiers flooded in. Guided by Higashikuni instructions they had surrounded the building and entered the underground tunnels until they came upon the worshippers.
The soldiers set to work immediately hacking away at the worshipers with swords and bayonets. Screams echoed through the church as the worshippers were systematically slaughtered. A sword lifted, a sword fell, blood sprayed and a decapitated head rolled on the floor.
The men attempted to defend themselves desperately with anything on hand, ranging from candlesticks to the crosses that symbolized their prophet. It was all for naught. They were cut down mercilessly one by one, resistance was futile.
The women and children were herded against the wall the soldiers lined them up and proceeded to bayonet each of them one by one. No mercy was given.
Their priest was taken to the altar of his religion and his head was lopped off and placed on a pike in a public square. The tunnels were collapsed with explosives and the makeshift church burned to the ground.
There would be no survivors.