Post by on Dec 9, 2009 16:00:06 GMT -5
Propaganda at the ruins of Manila
"Sir, what are you doing?" A nameless marine asked the staff Sergent as Seth walked around the crumbling prison.
Staff Sergent Yamanu had been walking around the prison for the better part of two days chanting gibberish and throwing salt everywhere.
As had been the custom, the soldier who had come to ask about the eccentric Sergent's doings had drawn the short straw during the rest of the companies drunken celebration. It had become a bit of a ritual that whenever the rest of the company celebrated their commander would take his leave to go gather herbs, watch the sky, or sit in a tree after painting strange patterns all over his face. They were not outrageous actions but, Sergent Yamanu would never truly explain the reasoning behind the acts and anyone who served with him soon took the strange acts as normal.
"I'm cleansing this place of evil before it becomes rooted here" Seth responded not looking up from his work "Much darkness has shrouded this place".
It took every drilled in ounce of self restraint the soldier had in his drunken body not to fall to the floor laughing. It was odd for his commander to be so direct about his strange doings and the drunken soldier couldn't help but, continue to pry.
"Evil, sir?" he asked with a slight lisp.
"Yes, many vengeful spirits reside here, unable to let go of their hatred towards their captors" Seth said inspecting a some blood spray on the wall of a cell "I have already sent for reporters to observe the area, i must assure their safety before they arrive"
"What? war correspondents are coming, it's just a prison" The soldier said kicking a bit of rubble into a small chair inside of a cell. "There are prisoners of war all the time, why call them for a prison, and one this destroyed?"
"Because of this" Seth said tossing a furry object to the soldier who was starting to sober.
"What?" he said inspecting the bloodied mess "They have rats, so?"
A camera man steps into sight as Seth responds to the soldier's inquiry "That's a human remain" Seth said with a frown "dark rituals went on here"
"It's what!?" The soldier said tossing it to the ground
"It's a scalp"
The newsline would read:
"Zeon, a new holocaust?" and would be accompanied by a picture of a federation soldier leaning with one hand against the wall steadying himself as he puked. It would be omitted that the soldier was drunk at the time the picture was taken.
"Sir, what are you doing?" A nameless marine asked the staff Sergent as Seth walked around the crumbling prison.
Staff Sergent Yamanu had been walking around the prison for the better part of two days chanting gibberish and throwing salt everywhere.
As had been the custom, the soldier who had come to ask about the eccentric Sergent's doings had drawn the short straw during the rest of the companies drunken celebration. It had become a bit of a ritual that whenever the rest of the company celebrated their commander would take his leave to go gather herbs, watch the sky, or sit in a tree after painting strange patterns all over his face. They were not outrageous actions but, Sergent Yamanu would never truly explain the reasoning behind the acts and anyone who served with him soon took the strange acts as normal.
"I'm cleansing this place of evil before it becomes rooted here" Seth responded not looking up from his work "Much darkness has shrouded this place".
It took every drilled in ounce of self restraint the soldier had in his drunken body not to fall to the floor laughing. It was odd for his commander to be so direct about his strange doings and the drunken soldier couldn't help but, continue to pry.
"Evil, sir?" he asked with a slight lisp.
"Yes, many vengeful spirits reside here, unable to let go of their hatred towards their captors" Seth said inspecting a some blood spray on the wall of a cell "I have already sent for reporters to observe the area, i must assure their safety before they arrive"
"What? war correspondents are coming, it's just a prison" The soldier said kicking a bit of rubble into a small chair inside of a cell. "There are prisoners of war all the time, why call them for a prison, and one this destroyed?"
"Because of this" Seth said tossing a furry object to the soldier who was starting to sober.
"What?" he said inspecting the bloodied mess "They have rats, so?"
A camera man steps into sight as Seth responds to the soldier's inquiry "That's a human remain" Seth said with a frown "dark rituals went on here"
"It's what!?" The soldier said tossing it to the ground
"It's a scalp"
The newsline would read:
"Zeon, a new holocaust?" and would be accompanied by a picture of a federation soldier leaning with one hand against the wall steadying himself as he puked. It would be omitted that the soldier was drunk at the time the picture was taken.