News Bulletin

'Today is the day that the Presidency should be decided. Kobanic Drain has taken up an incredible 150 votes within the last few days. Sources are saying that this may be the first signs of a shocking victory. But don't count out President Akranus, he is always a fighter and has the seasoned experience of these presidential campaigns.'
Akranus Daily

'Four youths had their spinal chords ripped from their backs and dumped in black-bin bags. Police say they absolutely condone this sort of behaviour and are endeavouring to catch the culprit. It is said that the infamous Vackie Honduras is behind it but the police have firmly dismissed this claim.'
Street Gossip

'Mr. Maceless Ridge is rumoured to be one of the five wealthiest men in Akranus Town. He has again denied that he under-pays his workers and says 'his heart breaks' when such accusations is made about his business.'
Sweet Vine

'Don't miss the big movie coming out this weekend; 'Two Journeys' by Han Grandon. As you well know, the movie is about how President Akranus became president. The Drain camp says that this is just a publicity stunt to boost his faltering ratings. Well, if you ask me, Zane Mane is an incredible actor and will do a great job being President Akranus.'
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Situation 05
Backs against the Wall

Community Beach (it would be a rather nice beach if there wasn't this huge house that took up most of it!)

It's evening time and the sky is a rugged dark blue shade. The moon creeps out of the sky to shed its white ray on a mansion built upon the golden dunes of Community Beach. Outside the mansion and on the beach; there are men dressed in nothing but white suits and white trousers. Some are mounted on black horses while others smoke in each others faces next to BMW convertibles.
Inside the mansion are endless corridors with numerous rooms. But one of these excess number of rooms plays host to an important meeting of the feared individuals of Akranus Town. Leading this meeting is none other but the big cake himself; Segun Akranus. Attending this meeting is Sebastian Akranus, Femi Cracks, Model Vex and Maceless Ridge. They all sip wine from their foreign glasses and listen up as the President lays down the situation.
'As you well know; that suck-up Drain has caught up with me in the polls' Akranus mutters under the dim yellow lights. 'I am sure that you all know that it is in your best interest that I remain President and this town is still called Akranus Town.'
'We could just send a few guys to crack him up' Sebastian suggests in-between a sip of wine.
'The boy is right Segun; that's the only way to stop him' Ridge points his chubby finger.
'Slaze can do this within the hour and un-traced' Cracks nods.
President Akranus turns to Miss. Vex who smiles widely as she looks around the table with her bright blue eyes. 'What do you suggest Vex?'
'Kill him' Vex smiles as she finishes an entire glass of wine with one gulp.
'Okay Femi, make the necessary calls now' Akranus orders. 'I have been hearing rumours via our street man that Krillon is still alive. I hope for all your sake that this is not true.'
There is a brief silence as heads glance at one another before bowing down slowly. President Akranus puts on a stern look and waits till he gets an answer.
'They are only rumours' Cracks mutters. 'Vackie Honduras has been crazy as of late and may be seeing things. But as a necessary precaution, we are taking it as truth.'
'I still say you should have sent my soldiers' Vex laughs.
Femi glares at Vex and returns to his cell phone call. Ridge starts looking a little nervous. Something inside of him that he wants to ignore is telling him that in some dark hole and in some inexplicable way, Krillon could still be alive.
'Segun, you don't need to worry about him' Sebastian whispers in the Presidents' ear. 'Even if he is alive; once you are re-elected, you can impose those acts you wanted. He can't touch any of us.'
Segun looks at his brother and holds his shoulder tightly. He may be young, greedy and ignorant but the younger Akranus shows signs of being a legitimate successor to him.



Situation 06
Electoral Kill

500 Daffodil Quarter (Home of Kobanic Drain).

Inside a BMW, covered entirely in red leather, Slaze and four of his fellow workers wait. Slaze does not show any signs of reluctance or fear. He has done this many times, far too many to be proud of. But he has work to do and he convinces himself that it will benefit his family.
'Thirty seconds' Slaze utters as he looks at his silver Rolex.
The other suited individuals sharpen their knives and clean the nozzles of their magnums. Their faces attempt to hide un-controllable anticipation and excitement. For them, working with Slaze is like having sex with numerous models. If Slaze says eat shit, they will ensure their throats are covered in the brown substance.
'Ten seconds' Slaze says as he puts his mini-axe on his belt strap.
They all breathe in deeply and focus their violent minds. Slaze glances at the front gate that has four guards and German Shepherds guarding it. Slaze then opens the door which is followed by a similar action from his crew. They head across the purple tarmac and towards the guards.
'Can I help you?' a guard grunts with his massive chest sticking out.
'Akranus' Slaze mutters.
The guard smiles and opens the gates. The group of four head across the grass and burst open the front door. Immediately, the guards reach for their guns but Slazes' men hurl their knives at their fore-heads, causing them to scream in pain with their red fluid spurting all over the white ceiling.
'You watch the front door while you two clean up the other rooms' Slaze ordered.
Slaze headed through another set of large white doors and saw Kobanic Drain with his children.
'So he thinks he can rule via violence' Drain utters as he turns around. 'Kill me then, you vile creatures.'
'Excuse your children first' Slaze said politely with his hands together in front of him.
'My children die with me' Drain murmured with a shaky voice.
Slaze could see that his two sons and one daughter were terrified. He could not execute such an action in front of their eyes. Suddenly, Slazes' other colleagues came in. Slaze ordered them to take the children away from the room. Drain tried to resist but he gave in. He knew he could not allow his children to watch what could happen.
'Do you have children?' Drain asked as he sat down and poured a glass of whisky.
Slaze removed his mini-axe from his belt and walked up slowly to Drain.
'You must do' Drain mumbled during a large intake of whisky. 'Why would you care if my children watched?'
Slaze gripped onto his axe more tightly and as he was about to strike, Drain drew a revolver and fired two bullets from it. Unfortunately, he needed more practice with his un-used weapon. Slaze shook his head and proceeded to butcher the face and chest of Drain.




Situation 07
Looking for Vackie Honduras

Sunrise Dwelling (One of the most dangerous places in Akranus Town).

A mother and father are taken through the infamous streets of Sunrise Dwelling, in search of the killer of their son. They travel in a chariot and have two guards heavily armed to protect them. Going to the police has proven un-helpful and the 'government' are more concerned with the election. So, their only choice is to go into the backyard of Vackie Honduras.
Sunrise Dwelling has that stench of trouble and un-certainty. The buildings look like beaten-up and shrunken castles. There are gutters, garbage and corpses that decorate the pavements. The mother gasps as she catches a glimpse of a womans' stomach being stapled to a building.

!!NEWS FLASH!!>>KOBANIC DRAIN HAS BEEN KILLED IN HIS HOME>>

The chariot stops and one of the guards head out of the chariot. He lets the mother and father know that they have reached the Society that Honduras is known to hang around in. They both step out with nervous looks across their faces. The guards are the first to step into the Society.
The first image that they see is of women dancing upon spiky tables with their tits being shown for all to see with their tight black leather trousers. On wooden chairs are bearded men laughing ferociously as they eye-up the dancers and play cards.
'Sir and Miss, should I search for Mr. Honduras myself?' the guard suggests.
'No' the mother replies.
She grabs hold of the bell rope and rings it. Suddenly, there is quiet as all the grubby faces look over at the guards and couple.
'If yer wan' dance, let me help yer rip e' shirt off' a man snarls.
This brings about huge laughter from the whole Society. The mother ensures her spouse that she is not hurt by these words. She looks on, putting on a brave face.
'Vackie Honduras brutally murdered my son and I demand for any of you to bring him out now' she orders.
'Come out Vacks' a man yells.
'Sommu wans yer to taste her' another man shouts raising his beer can.
'Miss, he may not be here, we should try somewhere else' the guard mutters.
A knife then flies into the back of the guard and another into the neck of the other guard.
'Mary, let's leave' the father pleads.
'No' she insists.
'Vackie, Vackie, Vackie, Vackie' the Society starts to chant in drunken unison.
The female dancers run into their dressing-rooms while the bearded men bang their bottles and glasses on the table. Then, out of the darkest shadows, a short man walks out. His eyes seem to be shut except for a tiny glimmer of red. He walks as if he is crippled with his left leg only bending slightly. Not much of his features can be revealed in the dimly lit setting. The whole Society does not utter a word. They all stare and sip their alcohol.
'You killed our son' the mother yelled.
Vackie took out an Ak-47 and fired off rounds into the shoulder of the mother. She fell to the ground in agony and with tears in her eyes. The father ran at Vackie with a knife pointed at him, but Vackie latched onto his neck with his teeth and bit out his Adams' apple. Vackie then walked over to the bleeding mother and wrapped her neck with a spinal chord.
'Now, your son can be with you forever' Vackie smirked.

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