The image of Emperor Fearsons fades in with a stern look upon his face. The camera catches glimpse of the scar on his neck where the dart had begun to sear his flesh.

He seems to be waiting for a cue from off screen, but when it occurs, he wastes no time in speaking.

"Citizens of the galactic public, and members of a federal military," he began carefully, as if measuring each word, "I am, as you all know, Emperor Fearsons of the Jutraalian Empire. While some of you undoubtable despise me and others of you are fanatically supportive for me, I come before you today to speak of atrocities unheard of.

"While I vowed that the political part of my war with the Defense Initiative was at an end - and indeed it is - I am bringing forth an issue that was not solved while I lay dying in my bed. While the Jutraalian Empire nearly crumbled away in my absence I have returned, and it is at full strength, perhaps having never been better.

"However one thing still troubles me, and that is that while the Galactic Defense Initiative claims to want peace and justice, they openly spit in my face and hide attempted murderers all the while attempting to lie and disregard facts.

"Dxun Isstal, I pray to the Force you are watching this, because your days as ruler of anything are numbered. By the time the Jutraalian Empire is through with you you shall be Supreme Commander of Refreshers aboard one of my Corellian Gunships.

"My patience for you is at an end. You are hiding a known terrorist at Eriadu, a man who attemtped to take my life, and if he is not turned over I shall unleash such a fleet action as the galaxy has never seen against the planet. The Battle of Dantooine shall look like nothing more than a bed time tale by the time our fleets clash.

"This is a general warning to the populace. If you oppose Jutraalian rule or you do not want to get caught in the cross fire, beg your 'master' to hand over the attempted murderer. If he does not, I shall provide transportation for you to get you to a neutral refugee zone.

"As for now," his glowing red eyes narrowed dangerously, "you have five days to comply Dxun Isstal, five days to turn over this man or I guarantee you you shall live only to regret such a mistake."

So comes to light once more the issue of a man who tried to kill Emperor Chadd Fearsons. If only he had succeeded, and rid the galaxy of Fearsons' stupidity.

As I recall, Mr. Fearsons, GDI officials asked several times for proof of your claims. And you responded with insults and even made a multi-million credit holonet transmission that comprised soley of 'Shut up, Isstal'.

It is this man that is so intent on his propaganda wars that will allow the galaxy to implode upon herself. In the name of peace, Fearsons, I implore that you only offer proof of this terrorist's actions, and his current whereabouts.

For murder is a crime, and sheltering murderers or attempted murderers is a crime as well. But you have offered no proof, no name, no indication of how GDI could go about finding this man!

It is painfully obvious that this is simply another ill-thought out ploy developed by the Viscount del Forza to justify your pathetic quest for vengeance.

And that it what tears the galaxy apart.

VD?

Ewwwwwwww!

If you give me VD i'll beat the living crap out of you.

Emperor Fearsons, sitting back in his own throne while watching the holovids over his own private channel, laughed at the stupidity of this "Virgin Destiny".

He turned to his PeFauna with a smile.

"Does this person actually think they have a point?"

The royal guard simply shrugged.

"Well don't worry, that's one day off. Notice how this person wants to be a new Viryn, yet his biasm toward the Galactic Defense Initiative is apparent. Let him continue to broadcast his reports to Galactic Defense Initiative space, they are humerous.

"But also inform him that he just cost the Defense Initiative a day."

Mr. Fearsons: Does doing this satisfy that floundering sense of masculinity which you have been known to keep afloat, in the past, with women one fifth of your age? Issuing ultimatums must really get you off, there, big guy, because next to crushing entire societies and pointlessly "blowing @#%$ up", you seem to do it as a hobby, jackass.

Mr. Isstal: Your stupidity and blind nationalism is absolutely unbelievable. To think that a single person of such low intelligence could not only stay in power for so long, but @#%$ up so many god damn times without making such a complete mockery of yourself that your own citizens rise up against you and slit your throat speaks highly of the complacency in our galaxy. Then again, I suppose that the rush of hot air which would follow the slitting of your throat would be fatal to all but the most resilient, so they're excused.

Mr. "Virgin Destiny": He hides behind a false moniker, and he thinks he's me. Hmm. We have words for this -- uncreative, ignorant, biased coward fits the bill, does it not? Bugger off, shithead. Quell is back in town.

-Viryn Quell
Freelance Author

Correct. I am the only Viryn Quell wannabe on this board.

I will give Mr Quell credit for his creative use of language. But I'm quite afraid that you, Mr Quell, have made a mistake. For you are the last thing I would wish to be.

A six year old with a keyboard and a transmitter, Viryn, is still a six year old. And your ever-so-lucious insults and ranting about what needs to be done, while not doing anything yourself, is just the kind of thing that a six year old might transmit.

It is more than obvious to even the ignorant eye that you wish only to see the escalation of conflict in this galaxy, so I leave you with these words:

Shut the fuck up.

As it says in the rules:

1. Language should be kept at a PG-13 level. We have a profanity filter, but don't assume that because a word or phrase isn't blocked, you can use it. Use your judgment.



You sir, are not using your judgment. Same for Quell, though at least he didn't his cusswords.

Quell's fecks are censored.

The Jutraalian Empire indicates that the Galacitc Defense Initiative has three days to either turn over the assassin or allow a band of special ops to land and seize this criminal before the attack.