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Post by Abdul-Al Rashid on Oct 15, 2016 15:04:37 GMT
"Greetings my brothers and sisters, today is a great day of the GLA, we finally defeated the Russian Infidels in a successful attack at their poorly placed supply line. We have captured a total of 3 Kodiaks, 1 in serious need of repairs. The raid was for you, my brothers and sisters as I have done my part... Why don't you? Support the cause in all your might and you shall be rewarded. Remember, We will defeat the Infidels, FOR THE GLORY OF THE GLA."
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Post by Omar Al-Ghazi on Oct 15, 2016 18:57:48 GMT
"We finally defeated the Russian infidels in a successful attack–" The sound of a rewinding television set echoed in a fairly dark room. Flies buzzed overhead as this one statement was rewound over and over again. The man sitting back in a chair and watching the television idly scratched his face at the GLA's victory. The organization, even without his skill, was still functioning well. Their new leader seemed much more enthusiastic about leading the uneducated rabble to fight for a "right and just" cause than he was, but Omar had yet to see Abdul possess the same penchant for destructive behavior he possessed. As a fly lazily buzzed in front of him, Omar's hand shot up and grabbed the fly by its wings. The creature twitched and moved in terror, trying to escape its captor. "You're just like the rest of the world, Dmitry. Lazily buzzing around, not minding the dangers that even normal day-to-day life possesses...perhaps it's not too late though...perhaps you have finally seen the error of your ways, and will make the judgement on what is right for Russia...but if not, I can pluck your wings and watch you squirm..." Omar then grabbed the fly's body and pulled. It didn't require any effort to pull of the fly's wings, and Omar watched with a pale, neutral expression as the creature squirmed in his pallor, gritted, calloused hand. He then closed his hand around the insect and crushed it, opening it to see the small, insignificant pest twitch a few final times in agony as life fled its body. He then turned to a smartphone on his desk and picked it up, calling up a secure number. "Get my Kremlin contacts on the line..."
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