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Wow, the updating of this AAR went wild while I was away ! Very interesting story and excellent writing rcdugga, I wish I had your litterary skills.
Oh, and I demand a percentage on your earnings for the "Himalayan Empire" trademark. I did not invent the word but I was the first to steal it from E.P. Jacobs
Oh, and I demand a percentage on your earnings for the "Himalayan Empire" trademark. I did not invent the word but I was the first to steal it from E.P. Jacobs
Tribolute said:
my crack team of Nepali lawyers will fend you off!
Emperor Ike said:
...sure, let's stone everybody! yay!... :wacko:
Le Ran said:
doesn't everybody?
Le Ran said:Oh, and I demand a percentage on your earnings for the "Himalayan Empire" trademark. I did not invent the word but I was the first to steal it from E.P. Jacobs
what earnings? I'm not making money from this. I wish...
Well anyway keep up the good work, even though it would be funny to see good stoning
CHAPTER FOUR, PART FOUR
Field Marshal Khadka Tshering was sleeping in his bed in his room of the Narayanhiti Palace. It was the middle of the night.
Someone pounded on the door.
Khadka didn’t stir. The same person hammered on the door again.
“Hhhhuuuu?” Khadka rose drowsily up. He looked around, forgetting for a moment where he was. The man looked around to see what was causing the noise.
“Khadka, are you in there?!?” a voice said. Khadka recognized it as Tribhuvana’s. He swore under his breath, and climbed out of bed.
Where’s my gun? He thought to himself. Out loud Khadka said nothing. He began to scour the room for a weapon.
“Open this door now,” Tribhuvana demanded, “or I will!”
Where the hell is the gun? Khadka thought. Then he spotted something better. Khadka walked over to the windowside desk he planned wars at. On top was a map of Asia, as well as a sheath. Khadka snatched up the sheath, hurriedly clipped it to his belt, and went to the door.
Khadka slid the deadbolt and opened the door.
Tribhuvana stormed in without even bothering to wait to be invited. He pushed past Khadka and stood in the middle of the room, seemingly out of breath.
“Why… did you… kill… Juddha…?”
“What are you talking about?” Khadka plastered a looked of innocence on his face. “I did no such thing! Juddha Rana died of a heart attack. And what are you doing here in the middle of the night?”
“I… could ask… the same of you,” Tribhuvana said disdainfully, staring at Khadka’s silk pajamas.
“I was sleeping,” Khadka snarled acidly. “Until you came in.”
He moved in front of the door, pushing it closed with his foot. “I was sleeping, and then you came in with an absurd claim that I murdered Juddha. That is a lie, an outrageous one at that. To even speak it blasphemes the memory of that great man.”
Tribhuvana narrowed his eyes. “You are one to speak of honor, Field Marshal. For you are now lying about murdering Juddha Rana. And you have also changed your story about how his ‘death’ occurred.”
Khadka stepped forward menacingly. “What are you talking about?”
“When I returned from Germany, when I was unpacking, you told me that Juddha attacked you. Then you said that you fought back and killed him in self-defense. But then, you and all of the other Rana ministers, and the royal doctors suddenly conformed to the same story. He died—”
“Of a heart attack, with severe trauma to the chest, I know, it was horrible,” Khadka sighed. “I wish Juddha could have lived… he was a good man, and a vital cornerstone of the government.”
“A cornerstone which you took control of!” Tribhuvana exclaimed suddenly, advancing on Khadka. “You murdered Juddha Rana in cold blood, and you took control of the government positions he vacated! You used me, used all of us! You exploited our grief at the death of Juddha for your personal gain.” Tribhuvana slapped himself on the forehead. “And I gave it all to you. Head of government, chief of staff, control of the military.”
Khadka watched with cold detachment. Obviously the “glorious king” had lost his mind. He stepped forward, feigning concern. “Sir, king, are you feeling alright?”
Khadka reached a hand towards Tribhuvana.
Tribhuvana backed away. “Stay away from me,” he snarled. “I’m fine. It’s you who there’s something wrong with.”
He stepped backwards. “Now, Khadka Tshering, face up to your crimes. Repent for the evils that you have committed. Perhaps the gods will forgive you and will be lenient on punishment in the next life. But then, who am I to interpret the will of the gods? You may not be absolved. Only at judgment, when you are laid before Brahman, will your fate be decided.”
“King Tribhuvana,” Khadka said. “You are unwell. Please, let me summon a doctor. You are delusional. Feverish.”
Tribhuvana shook his head. “I do not need a doctor.”
“You need medical attention. I can bring help.”
“I do not need help.” Tribhuvana reached into the folds of his robe. “And soon you will be beyond help.
He pulled out a gun and aimed it at Khadka.
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Ohhhhh, the suspence. Way to leave it hangin' like an episode of "Dallas".
"Who Killed K.T." Now thats a title. Is it King Tribhuvana that goes down or Khadka Teshering. The world holds its breath in anticipation.
"Who Killed K.T." Now thats a title. Is it King Tribhuvana that goes down or Khadka Teshering. The world holds its breath in anticipation.
Very good cliff-hanger. I can't wait to find out which way this goes. I hope for the king to come out on top. But I also sort of want Khadka to win now as his plans for Nepal are likely to be more interesting even if not wise.
grayghost said:Ohhhhh, the suspence. Way to leave it hangin' like an episode of "Dallas".
"Who Killed K.T." Now thats a title. Is it King Tribhuvana that goes down or Khadka Teshering. The world holds its breath in anticipation.
"Who Killed K.T." I like that.
Prinz Wilhelm said:Exciting! can't wait to find out
Will.
cue dramatic music. DUN DUN DUN!
you might be suprised, at who lives and who dies!
Duke of Wellington said:
thanks. and as for who comes out on top, you shall soon see...
Nehekara said:If this continues the same way, you will soon be out of ministers!
yep... eventually we'll get down to corrupt kleptocrats, and all teh crappy ones :rofl:
Walter Model said:No!
Leaving us lying there! When do I leave you on a cliff-hanger
muahahahhahaha. cliffhangars are fun
DUN DUN DUN....Walter Model said:I'm gonna cliffhang my AAR saying the savegame got messed up
noooo not that! anything but that!
Shouldn't it be "Which K.T. Gets Killed?"rcduggan said:
"Who Killed K.T." I like that.
chefportnen said:
thanksDuke of Wellington said:
you're right because we know K.T. killed K.T., you just don't know WHICH K.T. killed which K.T. :wacko: :rofl: :rofl: :wacko:
Hoovie said:I love this AAR
Now update it
soon you will have your precious "update"
Duke of Wellington said:
Nope. I put it like that just so someone like you would come along and ask that question. And of course the answer would be "K.T"
But that wouldn't actually answer the questiongrayghost said:Nope. I put it like that just so someone like you would come along and ask that question. And of course the answer would be "K.T"