Today was my first mission in Africa as a fighter pilot. It seems a group known as "Shaka dulu Shaka" were holding demonstrations and teaching the Aborigine children to read. We couldn't have this. Everyone knows that if they learn to read and write, then they'll take up arms against us.
That is why they sent me, Mathias G. Demital. They knew that this was a one man mission, and I needed the training from it. They would have sent someone more experienced, but since this group is relatively defenseless, until they learn reading skills, it was my time to shine.
I could see them all below me know through the camera installed in the front of my fighter jet. I zoomed in and was disgusted by what I saw. The sick bastards were holding hands in a circle singing songs. Things like this could make any normal man go mad, but I kept my cool.
I flew around above them a few times, making sure to stay in silent mode and stay where they couldn't see me. So far it was working, they continued singing for a few more minutes, then they did something monstrous. One of the group leaders reached into his pocket and pulled out white flash cards, each with mathematical equations such as 1+2=?. I was horrified. Not only were they teaching those children how to read, they were teaching them math skills.
This revelation made things far worse. If those children learned math, they could calculate the coordinates of our country and fire a nuke right on top of us. I knew I had one thing to do.
I pulled up on the throttle and went into a nose dive. As soon as they were in range, I fired 2 hellfire missiles into their circle of depravity and sent them all to Ickbalah or whatever their pagan god was called.
Upon looking at their charred remnants, I felt a great weight come off my shoulders. I did my country proud by exterminating those insurgents and future insurgents. At least, I felt that way until I got back.
Evidently I was assigned to scout a terrorist group hiding in Malawi, and that the group I exterminated were peaceful citizens minding their own business. I was immediately court marshaled and received a personal slap in the face from the president.
While all the news papers said what I did was wrong, I knew in my heart it was for the good of the nation. I took my punishment like a man, with my head held high, because I knew that I was a hero. No matter what anyone else says, I shall always know that to be a fact.
 Malicient · Thu Jan 26, 2006 @ 05:39pm · 2 Comments |
