The Red Dawn

[Valodya Bassarov]

This is the main story board. Your post should some how related to Red Infinity, either fighting against it, fighting for it, or watching others do those things. If it does not, you will be punished by the Ministry of Terror as a rebel.


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[Kith]

Kith awaited orders from the Minister of Terror, Gleb Krapkin. Gleb's office was, as so many offices of bureaucrats are, was a dull red room with an enormous portrait of Lady Violet and the usual Red Infinity flag in the corner.

Gleb flipped through some paper work and began to speak.
"You're next mission will be in London, where you are to execute the rebel Japanese scientist Dr. Yorokobi. He has taken refuge there. The exiled British government may be involved," Gleb said.
Gleb was an older man with a bolbous nose, wrinkled face, and black and gray hair. He had been in office all of Kith's life.
"I will go at once," Kith stated.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov watched the television in disgust as Lady Violet gave another one of her "inspiring speeches." The crowd cheered and women cried as the beautiful Party Secretary gave her speech from a balcony off of Red Infinity's HQ in Beijing.

"This is not what the revolution was about," Bassarov sputters to himself.

[Genovia]

I went to the post office and received a letter from my grandmother. She told me that my father was still alive, but she wasn't sure which camp he had been moved to. She said that her neighbors had disappear last night under strange circumstances. All of her ramblings were tedious. Why does she bother writing me at all. I don't care about her. Finally.She warned me not to get involved with the Ursarian Indepence movement. I won't take her advice. I am not afraid of Red Infinity. I am not afraid of anything.

[Lady Violet]

I completed the speech. The people cheered. They were like a hungry ocean trying to devour me with noise and tears. Hands reached out and grabbed me. Posters were waved and the people craved more and more. I smile and the crowd faints. I speak and the people are silent. All that I am, they aspire to be. That is what it is to be the center of a personality cult. Oh, I try to maintain a shred of humility, but it is impossible when you have a million fans. A million brainwashed followers. Sigh....I doubt they even heard the speech. They care not what I say or do. I am not a person. I am an icon.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Bassarov read the news paper as he waited in line for bread. On the front page was a picture of Cereus, the Minister of Economics. The official economic report praised the effectiveness of the last five year plan, and the "surpluss" it created. He laughed at the irony.

[Valodya Bassarov]

color=Red]After buying bread, Bassarov noticed an article in the paper about a derranged clone which escaped its permafrost prison. The article made he feel a bit uneasy. The world was a very dangerous place indeed.
He walked down the street. On every corner there were Red Infinity soldiers. Everyone walked quietly as they passed the soldiers. Bassarov felt their eyes appraise him. He was no dissident, but he bowed his head as he passed.

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[Meaka]

I sit on top a very tall bluiding,witch is out of order,people don't us eit any more,with a book in my hands,entiled,"Folk tales of the 1992s."I was reading a page that interstaed me very much,it read:
A man a long time ago,in the 1990s said he say a angle,with a graysh black wing and a white wing.He said its eyes were those of a demon.He want to the same stop every day,but never saw it again...
I think that might have been me,a long long time ago,when I was never banded in chains.I close the book and put it down.I then jump down from the really tall building and make a slow landing,useing my wings on land on a empty street.I lean agiast the bluiding and look at the sky.*Why did I have to be like this,why did my mother chos ehim,why did I have the cruse?*i think,closeing my eyes and leaning there.

[Valodya Bassarov]

As Bassarov passes the local party HQ, he notices something in the sky. At first he believes it to be a gargoyle or a statue of somesort. Then it moves. It takes to the sky and flies gracefully downward.

[Meaka]

I look around again and see people comeing,so I go into the no more used bluiding and onto a couch in the main room.I grub a book,open it and begin to read.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Whatver Bassarov thought he saw, was not longer there. Perhaps he had imagined it. It appeared to him that it was an angel, but angels don't exist, nor do gods. Those things are inventions of the ruling class to keep the working class complacent.
Satisfied that he must have been imagining things, he enters a coffee shop to watch the official Red Infinity news.

[Meaka]

"This is not what I seek,I must now what is going on in the world outside!"I yell argny slaming the book down.I consined and my wings move into my body and dissapper,but I could not make my tail."I will disguse myself and go find out for myself."I say and walk out.I walk into a shop of some kind and wacth the t.v.*So thi sis whats happening,I must now more about it.*Iwalk out and back into the bluiding and sit back on the chouch.*I must think of a plan to fond out more.*I think as my wings reapper.

[Valodya Bassarov]

TEXTBassarov watched the news, which was mainly propaganda. It highlighted Lady Violet's speech earlier that day, the report on the economy, the maniac clone which escaped Siberia, and other stories of little interest. He drank his coffee and left the shop for home.
The streets were busier now.

[Meaka]

*I know!*I run up to a room and chage my cloths,I put on glasses and a white shirt with grayseh black paints.I make my wing dissaper and tank my tail around down my leg so it looks like a paince of jawley and walk outside.I look at all the shops.*Where are the book stores.*I keep on walking and looking for a book store.

[Valodya Bassarov]

Along the way home, Bassarov passes his favorite bookstore "Dom Kniga" or "Book House" in English. He enters the store and decides to buy a copy of his favorite book, Turgenev's "Fathers and Sons." He can idenitfy with the book's rebelious main character.