5:45 AM
July 9, 2019
Dazhou, Ascalon
It was a very hot and muggy morning already. The sun hadn’t risen, but it was already 25 ̊ C with 77% humidity. Wang Xipeng, a member of the House of Councillors for Northwest Shanbei County, arose calmly. He followed his daily routine, except there was a bit of a hiccup. His belt fit on a bit tighter, due to the presence of two hip holsters. In each was a KKT VP9, with a full magazine in both.
He took the Beinan Railway commuter train into work, leaving his car at home. He looked at the approaching city, the sun barely breaking on the horizon, the cars below the elevated tracks on Highway 11, going by at 80 km/h. He scoffed, and thought to himself, “Look at these people. They have everything. Roads, hospitals, trains.” He grinned. “All we have is shitters in holes, encephalitis, and poverty. They’ll have a taste of it today.” He tried not to think of it too much. It’d make him nervous. So he decided to read.
The PA system announced they were pulling into Dazhou Central, so he got out of his seat, and stood by the door. The door opened, revealing the flood of commuters in the station. Dazhou was already out and about, even this early in the morning. Wang reveled in his mind at the fact that none of them even knew what he was going to do today.
A five minute walk from the station later, and there he was. The cafe across the street from the Guojiaguan, Ascalon’s legislative building. He sat there, sipping his iced tea, watching as the cabinet members and Prime Minister, Erik Shan-yin, arrive in their chauffeured cars, pulling into the basement parking deck.
At 7:30 he walked across the street, entering through the MP’s entrance, and made his way to the plenary chamber for the House of Councillors. By 8 AM the chamber was full of MP’s, waiting to start Monday’s business. Monday was Questions Day in Ascalon, when opposition MP’s questioned the PM and the cabinet, usually in full attendance.
“Mr. Shan-yin, why has your Government failed to override Dazhou County’s selective property growth limit bill?” asked an independent, economic libertine, from the back bench.
“Because it’s not our place to be interfering in county tax affairs,” replied Shan-yin.
Wang was called upon by the speaker to ask next. He stood, putting his hands on what appeared to be his hips,
“If you don’t interfere in county tax affairs, why do we have such economic disparity in Shanbei? Mm? MMMM?”
The chamber was filled with gossip-like whispering amongst MP’s. Wang pulled out his two pistols, sending 5 bullets into Shan-yin’s chest, and two more into MP’s in the row behind him. A piercing shriek was heard throughout the chamber, and a frantic commotion began as MPs tried to take down the politician-turned-gunman.
Wang looked around, and fired two shots into the ceiling, bursting a fire suppression pipe, sending water down into the chamber. His last memory was of Zhang Youming, a former wrestler, slamming a desk onto his head.
Wang awoke in the Dazhou Municipal Jail, not far from the Guojiaguan. As he opened his eyes, the guards called out, and two men came in, and beat him on the head with their nightsticks until he died.
Peng Yiduan awoke to the sound of police cars zooming by in the streets below her apartment, making haste to the Guojiaguan. She turned on the TV, maybe they had something on there about what was going on, and sure enough, a minute later the graphic flashed across the screen:
“JADE TV BREAKING NEWS: ERIK SHAN YIN SHOT MULTIPLE TIMES BY OTHER MP, POLICE RESPONDING.”
She knew that if Shan-yin died, nothing good could come out of the Socialist-Conservative feud that had been gripping the National Council for years.
[OOC]: Theme song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQA7NN9vptU
July 9, 2019
Dazhou, Ascalon
It was a very hot and muggy morning already. The sun hadn’t risen, but it was already 25 ̊ C with 77% humidity. Wang Xipeng, a member of the House of Councillors for Northwest Shanbei County, arose calmly. He followed his daily routine, except there was a bit of a hiccup. His belt fit on a bit tighter, due to the presence of two hip holsters. In each was a KKT VP9, with a full magazine in both.
He took the Beinan Railway commuter train into work, leaving his car at home. He looked at the approaching city, the sun barely breaking on the horizon, the cars below the elevated tracks on Highway 11, going by at 80 km/h. He scoffed, and thought to himself, “Look at these people. They have everything. Roads, hospitals, trains.” He grinned. “All we have is shitters in holes, encephalitis, and poverty. They’ll have a taste of it today.” He tried not to think of it too much. It’d make him nervous. So he decided to read.
The PA system announced they were pulling into Dazhou Central, so he got out of his seat, and stood by the door. The door opened, revealing the flood of commuters in the station. Dazhou was already out and about, even this early in the morning. Wang reveled in his mind at the fact that none of them even knew what he was going to do today.
A five minute walk from the station later, and there he was. The cafe across the street from the Guojiaguan, Ascalon’s legislative building. He sat there, sipping his iced tea, watching as the cabinet members and Prime Minister, Erik Shan-yin, arrive in their chauffeured cars, pulling into the basement parking deck.
At 7:30 he walked across the street, entering through the MP’s entrance, and made his way to the plenary chamber for the House of Councillors. By 8 AM the chamber was full of MP’s, waiting to start Monday’s business. Monday was Questions Day in Ascalon, when opposition MP’s questioned the PM and the cabinet, usually in full attendance.
“Mr. Shan-yin, why has your Government failed to override Dazhou County’s selective property growth limit bill?” asked an independent, economic libertine, from the back bench.
“Because it’s not our place to be interfering in county tax affairs,” replied Shan-yin.
Wang was called upon by the speaker to ask next. He stood, putting his hands on what appeared to be his hips,
“If you don’t interfere in county tax affairs, why do we have such economic disparity in Shanbei? Mm? MMMM?”
The chamber was filled with gossip-like whispering amongst MP’s. Wang pulled out his two pistols, sending 5 bullets into Shan-yin’s chest, and two more into MP’s in the row behind him. A piercing shriek was heard throughout the chamber, and a frantic commotion began as MPs tried to take down the politician-turned-gunman.
Wang looked around, and fired two shots into the ceiling, bursting a fire suppression pipe, sending water down into the chamber. His last memory was of Zhang Youming, a former wrestler, slamming a desk onto his head.
Wang awoke in the Dazhou Municipal Jail, not far from the Guojiaguan. As he opened his eyes, the guards called out, and two men came in, and beat him on the head with their nightsticks until he died.
Peng Yiduan awoke to the sound of police cars zooming by in the streets below her apartment, making haste to the Guojiaguan. She turned on the TV, maybe they had something on there about what was going on, and sure enough, a minute later the graphic flashed across the screen:
“JADE TV BREAKING NEWS: ERIK SHAN YIN SHOT MULTIPLE TIMES BY OTHER MP, POLICE RESPONDING.”
She knew that if Shan-yin died, nothing good could come out of the Socialist-Conservative feud that had been gripping the National Council for years.
[OOC]: Theme song! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQA7NN9vptU
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