2047 Nuclear Security Summit Apr 14, 2016 7:44:50 GMT
Post by Dmitry Molchanov on Apr 14, 2016 7:44:50 GMT
The Warzone Jürgen Adler Steven Freephoenix Edmund Wilson /Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin Xingmin Wu Ramon Cañarte Valverde This may be the last discussion of the RP, but if we're going out, I want you all to see what I've concocted as an excuse to how the RP ends. Personally, I believe that it's gotten so stale and so bitter that the RP needs to die atm. The death of the roleplay, and the subsequent rebirth of it sooner or later should be done AFTER rules have been set up and established, systems have been put into place, and other such things. Let it be known here and now that I'm just tired of the attitude that this RP can bring out in people, and you will see this reflected in Dmitry's attitude.
April 24, 2047
The Kremlin, Moscow, Russia
2047 Nuclear Security Summit
Dmitry was tired of it. He was tired of it all: the argument, the politics, the paperwork, and especially the effect it had on him. He had once been such a charming, nice man to others. But now, all he could think on was how everyone that ran the world were nothing but 10-year olds. After the delegations in Pakistan, he had returned to Moscow and shut himself in. He had even refused to play any of his games, talk online, or even simply enjoy a nice walk with his dog, who had laid down beside him. It pained Dmitry, but the problem wasn't, in his mind, the politicians. It was what they held so close to their hands: nuclear weapons. As he waited for others to arrive, he looked to his left side, seeing the black briefcase and having the urge to just open it and see what was inside. But he couldn't. He spent his time waiting for the other nuclear leaders to arrive, in the hopes that he could get them to see everything that had been done was moot if it was to be threatened with nuclear annihilation. He had even invited Putin to watch, and to make sure that everything went according to plan for this summit.