[The official residence and office of the President of Sani; Old Noah]
In the bustling corridors of the Old Noah, amidst a sea of secret service agents and media handlers, Jean Qualig, the Head of the National Guard, darted about, gathering intel on the devastating bombing spree in Mathers City.
"Damn! We cannot indefinitely delay the media," fretted one.
"Quite the contrary! This is our chance to rekindle public trust. Now more than ever, we need the media," countered another.
With thirty confirmed fatalities and over fifty wounded, the gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air.
"What will the President do to quell this calamity?" someone pondered aloud. A
Amidst the chaos, the President raised a hand, commanding silence in the central office room, his mind swirling with the weight of the moment.
“Now then, are we ready to have a rational discussion, everyone?” President D.W. Einzschafen spoke with a commanding, almost infantilizing tone. He carried a lazy grin on his face that gave off an air of superiority. “Let’s start with a briefing, Emmanuel Wells.”
The Director of Media Management, Emmanuel Wells, stood up at attention and said, “As of today, at 1:24 PM, the twin terrorists, Reed Rowley of the First Precinct, and Callos, a rogue member of a local gang called “Testament” have held the citizens within the Tristan Bank for approximately two hours. Numerous Manji tribe police officers have erected barriers in a one-hundred-meter radius. For now, the situation is under containment, but roughly eleven lives are in danger.”
The Head of the National Guard, Jean Qualig, erupted in a fit of rage. “Ridiculous! Is this how the Mathers City Police Department handles themselves?! This is a nationwide embarrassment!”
“And what do you suggest we do, Mr. Qualig?” Asked the irritated Wells. He always hated that obnoxious attitude Qualig carried.
“Ain’t it obvious?! We’ll send in the National Guard and deal with the problem ourselves! Mathers City has been a lawless den for decades now, and it’s severely damaging our image. All it takes is one order, Mr.President, and I assure you that the streets of Mathers City will be clean and the terrorists captured. Simple and clean.”
“Hm…” President Einzshafen thought deeply about Jean Qualig’s proposal before replying, “I see… I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mr. Qualig, but let’s hear another point of view before making any decisions.”
“Y-Yes sir…” Jean Qualig felt a similar emotion to rejection.
“Now, let’s hear what your opinion is, Mr. Wells.”
Emmanuel Wells sat up straight at the mention of his name. He maintained the appearance of a refined man and uttered his speech. “I see this attack as a great opportunity for the President to regain the trust of the Sani people for the next election term. I say we allow the media to record the entire incident and convict the two criminals publically. After all, it’s just as you implied. The people of Sani have lost their faith in justice. Why not indulge them a bit before performing a public execution?”
Jean Qualig replied, “I see…I suppose I don’t entirely disagree with you, but the media should have nothing to do with this. What we need right now isn’t persuasion, it’s force. We’ll restore the faith in the people through our actions, and let the votes roll in from there. Wouldn’t you agree, President?”
“...” President Einzschafen paused in contemplation.
What a troubling scenario…
A nameless media agent barged into the room, rudely interrupting the conversation with some of the country's most influential leaders.
"Mr. President! We have an update on the terrorists!" the agent exclaimed, thrusting an open laptop towards President Einzschafen.
"What is it?" the President demanded, his tone betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
The nameless media agent placed the open laptop in front of President Einzschafen. The scene of the incident was displayed on the blue monitor with Reed Rowley in the focus of the shot.
[In a city governed by violence, crime, and corruption, what right does the government have above the common man? If we do not receive an answer within 24 hours, then all negotiations are off!]
President Einzschafen's eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and intrigue. A sly grin played across his lips as he clasped his hands together, hiding his true emotions.
“H…Haha…” He laughed. “Hahahah!” The President applauded Reed Rowley’s performance as the other officials in the room sat there, confused.
“S-Sir?”
“This is truly delightful! And just when I was worried about my public image…the daft fool gave me a clean path victory! What luck!” Despite his seemingly jovial, almost blithe attitude, a nauseating spirituality emanated from his spirit body, enveloping his subordinates in a wave of terror and paralyzing them to their core.
President Einzshafen’s smile twisted and contorted like a demon as the ends of mouth stretched far wider than an ordinary person. In his eye lay a vast array of nothingness, a suffocating black that swallowed everything in its wake.
This man, President D.W. Einzshafen of the Sani, was the very definition of greed.
After his burst of manic glee came to an end, he turned to Emmanuel Wells and ordered, “Mr.Wells, organize a public service announcement today in the briefing room. I’ve got an excellent message for the people.”
___
In the heart of the People's Republic of Sani, within the walls of the stately Presidential Palace, the briefing room buzzed with an electrifying energy. Dozens of media agents flitted about, ensuring every detail was meticulously in place for the imminent address of their esteemed leader, President D.W. Einzschafen.
As the appointed hour drew near, the room fell into a hushed reverence. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to hang suspended in the very atmosphere.
At the center of it all stood President Einzschafen, the epitome of poise and composure. Every inch of his demeanor bespoke authority, his attire immaculate, his bearing regal. He exuded an aura of confidence, tempered with a hint of gravitas befitting a leader of his stature.
With a nod from his aides, President Einzschafen stepped forward to address the assembled throng. His voice, steady and commanding, filled the room with unwavering authority.
“Good evening, my fellow Sani.”
[The official residence and office of the President of Sani; Old Noah]
In the bustling corridors of the Old Noah, amidst a sea of secret service agents and media handlers, Jean Qualig, the Head of the National Guard, darted about, gathering intel on the devastating bombing spree in Mathers City.
"Damn! We cannot indefinitely delay the media," fretted one.
"Quite the contrary! This is our chance to rekindle public trust. Now more than ever, we need the media," countered another.
With thirty confirmed fatalities and over fifty wounded, the gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air.
"What will the President do to quell this calamity?" someone pondered aloud. A
Amidst the chaos, the President raised a hand, commanding silence in the central office room, his mind swirling with the weight of the moment.
“Now then, are we ready to have a rational discussion, everyone?” President D.W. Einzschafen spoke with a commanding, almost infantilizing tone. He carried a lazy grin on his face that gave off an air of superiority. “Let’s start with a briefing, Emmanuel Wells.”
The Director of Media Management, Emmanuel Wells, stood up at attention and said, “As of today, at 1:24 PM, the twin terrorists, Reed Rowley of the First Precinct, and Callos, a rogue member of a local gang called “Testament” have held the citizens within the Tristan Bank for approximately two hours. Numerous Manji tribe police officers have erected barriers in a one-hundred-meter radius. For now, the situation is under containment, but roughly eleven lives are in danger.”
The Head of the National Guard, Jean Qualig, erupted in a fit of rage. “Ridiculous! Is this how the Mathers City Police Department handles themselves?! This is a nationwide embarrassment!”
“And what do you suggest we do, Mr. Qualig?” Asked the irritated Wells. He always hated that obnoxious attitude Qualig carried.
“Ain’t it obvious?! We’ll send in the National Guard and deal with the problem ourselves! Mathers City has been a lawless den for decades now, and it’s severely damaging our image. All it takes is one order, Mr.President, and I assure you that the streets of Mathers City will be clean and the terrorists captured. Simple and clean.”
“Hm…” President Einzshafen thought deeply about Jean Qualig’s proposal before replying, “I see… I appreciate your enthusiasm, Mr. Qualig, but let’s hear another point of view before making any decisions.”
“Y-Yes sir…” Jean Qualig felt a similar emotion to rejection.
“Now, let’s hear what your opinion is, Mr. Wells.”
Emmanuel Wells sat up straight at the mention of his name. He maintained the appearance of a refined man and uttered his speech. “I see this attack as a great opportunity for the President to regain the trust of the Sani people for the next election term. I say we allow the media to record the entire incident and convict the two criminals publically. After all, it’s just as you implied. The people of Sani have lost their faith in justice. Why not indulge them a bit before performing a public execution?”
Jean Qualig replied, “I see…I suppose I don’t entirely disagree with you, but the media should have nothing to do with this. What we need right now isn’t persuasion, it’s force. We’ll restore the faith in the people through our actions, and let the votes roll in from there. Wouldn’t you agree, President?”
“...” President Einzschafen paused in contemplation.
What a troubling scenario…
A nameless media agent barged into the room, rudely interrupting the conversation with some of the country's most influential leaders.
"Mr. President! We have an update on the terrorists!" the agent exclaimed, thrusting an open laptop towards President Einzschafen.
"What is it?" the President demanded, his tone betraying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
The nameless media agent placed the open laptop in front of President Einzschafen. The scene of the incident was displayed on the blue monitor with Reed Rowley in the focus of the shot.
[In a city governed by violence, crime, and corruption, what right does the government have above the common man? If we do not receive an answer within 24 hours, then all negotiations are off!]
President Einzschafen's eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and intrigue. A sly grin played across his lips as he clasped his hands together, hiding his true emotions.
“H…Haha…” He laughed. “Hahahah!” The President applauded Reed Rowley’s performance as the other officials in the room sat there, confused.
“S-Sir?”
“This is truly delightful! And just when I was worried about my public image…the daft fool gave me a clean path victory! What luck!” Despite his seemingly jovial, almost blithe attitude, a nauseating spirituality emanated from his spirit body, enveloping his subordinates in a wave of terror and paralyzing them to their core.
President Einzshafen’s smile twisted and contorted like a demon as the ends of mouth stretched far wider than an ordinary person. In his eye lay a vast array of nothingness, a suffocating black that swallowed everything in its wake.
This man, President D.W. Einzshafen of the Sani, was the very definition of greed.
After his burst of manic glee came to an end, he turned to Emmanuel Wells and ordered, “Mr.Wells, organize a public service announcement today in the briefing room. I’ve got an excellent message for the people.”
___
In the heart of the People's Republic of Sani, within the walls of the stately Presidential Palace, the briefing room buzzed with an electrifying energy. Dozens of media agents flitted about, ensuring every detail was meticulously in place for the imminent address of their esteemed leader, President D.W. Einzschafen.
As the appointed hour drew near, the room fell into a hushed reverence. The air crackled with anticipation, a palpable tension that seemed to hang suspended in the very atmosphere.
At the center of it all stood President Einzschafen, the epitome of poise and composure. Every inch of his demeanor bespoke authority, his attire immaculate, his bearing regal. He exuded an aura of confidence, tempered with a hint of gravitas befitting a leader of his stature.
With a nod from his aides, President Einzschafen stepped forward to address the assembled throng. His voice, steady and commanding, filled the room with unwavering authority.
“Good evening, my fellow Sani.”
