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:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl: hahahah thats great, I lvoe it.4th Dimension said:
patiences, graass hopper.. soon.4th Dimension said:
But now, an announcment:
I've been canonized!
Canonized interviewed me in his AAR thread, and I am just informing all of my readAARs. Now you can hear how eloquently I speak naturally...
Thank you so much, canonized!
Timelines: The Masterpiece AAR
My canonized post
All hail St. Duggan!
Hey RC I have a question for you: when was the last time you actually played the AAR game :rofl:
well, I have played to 1945....Das Kapitalist said:Hey RC I have a question for you: when was the last time you actually played the AAR game :rofl:
but haven't played in a while...
THEN WRITE UNTIL DARN 1945! (Mandatory lowercase letters so the whole sentence doesn't go lowercase.)rcduggan said:well, I have played to 1945....
Great interview rc. You know, I was going to chastise you into writing an update, then remembered the quandry that I am now in with my AAR. So I am going to reverse my field and say...hey, take as long as you need. Good writing requires time and patience...hoping you will give me the same break when it takes me awhile to update now.
update is 1/2 completed it will be up tomorrow. but now, I will TRY (key word) to get at least two updates a week.
Just caught up with the AAR - thrilling writing as usual ! Now I'm really eager to see the Ranas defeated !rcduggan said:
As for voting, well, that's a problem. There's Grayghost's Mandchurian AAR and yours competing in the "narrative" category, and I'm having a damn hard time deciding which one I should vote for.
On the other hand, I have no pick in the "comedy" category yet.
I hereby demand that you turn this AAR into a comedy.
This could include hilarious "sit-com" dialogs between Gyel-tsen and Mohan Rana, as well as "Friends"-like domestic fights between Keshar and his (not-yet-dead) wife over who must take their cute poddle dog for a walk...Would it be asking too much to give to Tribhuvana the shirts and some of the lines of Parker Lewis ?
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Le Ran said:Just caught up with the AAR - thrilling writing as usual ! Now I'm really eager to see the Ranas defeated !
As for voting, well, that's a problem. There's Grayghost's Mandchurian AAR in yours competing in the "narrative" category, and I'm having a damn hard time deciding which one I should vote for.
On the other hand, I have no pick in the "comedy" category yet.
I hereby demand that you turn this AAR into a comedy.
Would it be asking too much to give to Tribhuvana the shirts and some of the lines of Parker Lewis ?
oh come on. mine owns grayghosts
but choose either.
and I'm no good at writing comedy. if you want to, go ahead.
You don't have to feel bad for choosing either , rcduggan's already gotten a buttload of awards for this magnificent piece of work XD . Isn't that right , mr. duggy ?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Boiling Point
Boiling Point
Mohan Rana picked Gyel-tsen up by the collar and shook him violently. “One way or another, you will never be leaving this room alive. But you will live for several months. But they will not be very pleasant last months. If you do not talk, we will torture you.”
Gyel-tsen coughed up a bubble of blood. “I’ll never talk,” he spat. “And I will live. When Tribhuvana retakes Kathmandu, he will have you executed.”
Mohan smiled amusedly. “Yes, that would hold true. If… if…”
“If what?”
“If we were still in Kathmandu…”
Gyel-tsen’s mouth hung slightly open while he processed this statement. “You mean… we’re not… the Palace? Aren’t we in the Narayanhiti Palace?”
Mohan got to his feet quickly, and left the room without answering.
Gyel-tsen’s shoulders drooped. The tension that had been holding him prisoner was released. At least I’m alive, Gyel-tsen thought. He let out a breathe he did not know he had been holding.
There were no windows in this room. Gyel-tsen did not know how long he had been imprisoned for. It could have been days. Or weeks.
Or months.
I probably look like shit, Gyel-tsen mused to himself. He hadn’t seen a mirror in a long time, but could imagine what had been done to him. There was a hardened, crusty scab running from the inside of his right eye socket to the bottom of his nose. Gyel-tsen did not remember that happening. He also had various other wounds related to Mohan beating him.
Gyel-tsen went into another round of hacking coughs, and watched morosely as several bubbles of bright red blood dribbled off his chin and onto the floor.
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“Sir… sir… wake up…”
Tribhuvana rolled over. “Wha… what happened?”
“We just received a message from General Matzaki. The Japanese airborne invasion of Kathmandu was a complete success. All hostile militias were decimated and routed.”
Tribhuvana’s eyes shot open. The whites gleamed in the darkness. He sat up, instantly awake. “What did you say?”
“Kathmandu has been liberated.”
Tribhuvana let out a shout of joy and jumped to his feet. “When did this happen?”
“Several Japanese paratrooper divisions—I do not know how many—landed in Kathmandu earlier in the night. Over the past few hours they have been consolidating their hold on the Kathmandu valley. They have also sent elements of one division to liberate Patan and Bhaktapur, both of which turned out to be unoccupied.”
Tribhuvana let out another exclamation of joy. Then he reached out and hugged the man who had brought the news. The two had never met before, but it did not matter. This was a cause for celebration.
Tribhuvana smiled and spoke. “What about the Ranas? Were they caught.”
The man sobered up instantly. “I’m sorry, sir…” he paused, hesitant to continue. “General Matzaki reported that the Narayanhiti Palace was completely evacuated. All of the Ranas… have deserted Kathmandu.”
Tribhuvana’s face contorted with rage. “WHAT?” he roared.
The other man backed up, a startled look on his face. “I am only reporting what was told to me,” he insisted. “Some of Matzaki’s men found some papers in the Palace. They were records apparently written by Mohan Rana.”
Tribhuvana raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? What did they say?”
“Mohan realized—once he found out you were not dead—that staying in the Palace was suicidal. So he almost immediately began making plans to leave Kathmandu. According to the discovered records, Mohan must have left Kathmandu less than three quarters of an hour before the Japanese airborne troops parachuted in.”
Tribhuvana grinned maliciously. “Then he can’t be far from Kathmandu.”
The other man nodded.
“Then tell Matzaki to send out more search parties to Patan and Bhaktapur to see if he is hiding out there. And establish patrols around the Kathmandu Valley to see if we can intercept Mohan. I am willing to bet that he will try to make it out of the country.”
The other man bowed. “I will do that, sir.” He promptly left the room.
Tribhuvana turned around. He was to excited to sleep.
Now where is Keshar?
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Keshar Rana slid the phone dial around once again for what seemed like the thousandth time.
The phone clicked. Keshar spoke hesitantly. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
But no one on the other end answered.
Keshar slammed the phone down. He kneaded his forehead in his hands. His eyes watered.
It had been forty-eight hours since Keshar had last spoken to his doctor. That meant that Madra had only twenty-four hours to live.
“WHY?” Keshar shouted aloud. He glared angrily at the ceiling, his arms hanging limply by his side.
“Why did you have to take her away?” Keshar shouted. “She was so young! Her whole life was ahead of her!”
Keshar let the tears rolls down his face. He pressed his forehead into the table and pounded his fist. “Why Vishnu? Why, Shiva? WHY, WHY, WHY?”
“It should have been me who died, not Madra! She doesn’t deserve it. She is innocent, and yet you take her life from me. Why have you done this? Is it a test? Then I will fail it, just GIVE MADRA BACK TO ME!”
But the Gods remained silent, which was not unusual for them.
Keshar thought back to what the doctor had told him. “…her condition worsened. She began having seizures, and her heartbeat is irregular. . If she does not receive professional, modern medical attention within seventy-two hours, then your wife will die…”
“DAMN YOU!” Keshar screamed. He got to his feet, whirled around, and punched the air. “WHY THE HELL COULDN’T YOU OPERATE ON MADRA?”
There was a small knock on the door. Keshar turned, snarling like an animal.
There was a louder, more persistent knock. Keshar fell silent. The absence of noise pounded on his ears.
“C- come in…” Keshar stuttered.
The door slowly opened. Tribhuvana entered the room, his face solemn.
A spike of fear pierced Keshar’s chest. “Has anything happened?”
Tribhuvana nodded. “Yes, old friend, something indeed has.”
Keshar shuddered inadvertently.
“The Japanese troops have liberated the Kathmandu Valley.”
“And…” Keshar’s eyes widened, hope rising.
Tribhuvana looked down. “The Narayanhiti Palace was deserted. Your wife was not there.”
All the color drained from Keshar’s face. His throat was dry. “Is- is she alive?”
“I don’t know…” Tribhuvana said sadly.
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Hooray for update ! Poor Keshar =( . But the big question is , will the Ranas get away ? Will this stunt the massive growth spurt of Nepal ? Oh the woes of a large state !
Damn, I thought you might have had the Rana's there. At least the Japanese haven't ravaged Kathmandu.