|Rasta Nation|
"Is Doris flat
A man, while inside a covered, moving Chariot of four Brown Horses, uses his left hand to present the Flat Planet symbol, above, while asking and uses his right to present the Globe Planet, still asking...
or is Doris round? Mi ah no no. (I don't know.)"
He clenches with that final statement and the prototypes, disappear.
Jon
Age: 29
King.
"It's square mi bro." a man replies by his right.
Jon looks at him.
Badrick
Age: 30
Right Hand.
"You sure?" - Jon.
"Of course not! You of all people know the true shape. You know it's flat!" - Badrick.
Jon faces forward and utters...
"You and I."
"Yes!" - Badrick.
"Too bad." Jon adds and brings out a cigarette with his left hand and lights it with his right, using a Lighter. There, he sips and the ashes fall.
Badrick observes and asks...
"You gon' gi'e sum o' that?"
Jon removes it with his right hand and places his arm on the chair head. Then he says after releasing the smoke from his mouth...
"I could give you, but on one condition, mi bwoy."
Badrick blinks and says...
"Speak mi man! My body unease here!"
Jon chuckles and says...
"Bad man! Bad man, Badrick, you are! Say, you gon' follow me go raid Criss? Put her ass unda (unda) and fuck it like you fuck ya Mada!? (Mother!?)"
"Certainly, mi bwoy. Now lemme suck!" He says with passion, while stretching his left hand. He takes out the cigarette, puts it his mouth and sucks.
Badrick exhales in bliss, while sliding down.
"You like the smoke or mi spit?" Jon asks while looking down on him by his right, with a huge smirk.
"Both my King. Both." Badrick replies and Jon laughs.
The female driver, eavesdrops and smirks.
"Criss." She calls in her heart.
|Criss Nation|
A naked man on his surfboard, sails towards a wave, by his left. Behind him, are fourteen naked women, on their surfboards; sailing towards the wave as well.
While this takes place, the whole Nation watches. On their phones, televisions, real life and more. On the beach, lots of people pay attention.
"Is he gonna drown?" A man by the right of a woman, while rested on a beach bed, asks. The woman on the same bed, replies...
"I pray."
They enter the wave together and it swallows them.
Several minutes pass and the man asks again...
"Are they dead?"
"Yup." The woman replies and he goes "whooo!" with his fists up.
The next thing, the man on the surfboard climbs out. Behind him, are the fourteen women.
The people chant.
(It's obvious they're being forced)
The man on the surfboard...
Alias Gregory
Age: 26
King.
Behind him; Admirals.
"It's about time, isn't it?" - Alias.
"For what, my Lord?" a woman by his right and behind, asks.
Sheila Gregory.
Age: 23
Admiral.
"How the hell does he cope with that many women? I mean I barely cope with you." The man on the bed declares, faces the woman on the bed with him and gets slapped to the left cheek with a right.
"The concert." Alias says and a massive hologram television, forms behind the spectators.
Immediately, the people press a strange button and their beds turn clockwise to face the television.
The King and his wives... I mean Admirals, stand tall.
The rest switch up.
The hologram and the whatever projectors they be using...lit up and inside, a concert holds.
[Mecca, The Prince & Eskin. At It Again!]
14:13
In a divine hall where people are gathered,(even Baki, Clifford and Ferdinand)... The stars are awaited.
Little time pass and they sprout up like Michael Jackson. They also land and pose like him. With the sunshades on as well.
Only thing missing, is the underpants.
The people go wild, even the ones in Criss. Meanwhile, the King and his wives, aura farm.
Baki is excited. Same with his boys.
(Ferdinand, by his left and Clifford, by his right)
The stars take their hands up slow and grabs their shades. Eventually, they pull it off and take a long, hard look.
Suddenly, they shoot their shades to the sides.
(Eskin, to his right and Mecca, to his left)
They do so, with style and the beat is hit.
That very moment, they start dancing.
Baki, his boys and the people lose it.
The people in Criss, lose it too.
The King chuckles briefly and his wives follow suit.
(THE AURA)
"Can I be less nonchalant now?" - The King.
"No!" - One of his wives.
Jessica Gregory
Age: 21
Admiral.
He sniffs in agony.
The hot concert carries on, and all of a sudden, the stars sprout to the air and start rounding.
Baki screams, screams and passes out.
His boys pay no need.
While they do so, they deliver.
The King almost bursts into laughter.
"Not one song will have them, moving like this." The man on the bed declares.
"Hmm." The woman by his side.
The King holds on for too long and bursts out, laughing. His wives follow suit.
"Is the stupid king chuckling?" The man on the bed asks.
"Hysterically." His woman replies.
The concert carries on.
|Russia Nation|
A stoic looking man watches the concert on his gigantic flat television screen.
He does so while sitted on his throne like a King should.
Vladimir
Age: 900
King.
Inside, Eskin and Mecca do crazy things. He lightly chuckles at their performance and locks in.
"900 years of existence. Most of my friends from when I was 25, have died. The ones remaining, are either low ranked or into business. How can I speak to a low rank? Well it doesn't matter. It's up to them to survive this upcoming war. As a businessman, you are required to still be on your feet. "Once a Soldier, always a Soldier" If they die, so be it!" He says in his heart and looks up to his upper left.
He looks straight at a Nation within' a map.
UKRAINE
TO BE CONTINUED.