Post by Fewms on Feb 20, 2009 3:12:48 GMT
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Trotsky through the Telescope
By Ptock Ptock
These are some pages torn rather hastily from the diary of political leader and socialist flag bearer Fingers Calagan Le Marc, party leader of the Ankh-Morpork Labour Party. Comrade Le Marc has show great courage and determination whilst carrying the Red Flag forward in the capitalist city that is Ankh-Morpork. Recently, there has been no sighting of him in or around the city, and he hasn't replied to invitations to meet the Djelian Ambassador or other Djelian officials.
The reason became all too clear however when the Papryus was sent these few pages of a rather worn/bloodstained diary. These pages are from a secret journal Calagan Le Marc kept as he locked himself in his office to avoid assassination from his political opponents. The point where it cuts off does not indicate that he was inhumed, but the day that the Patrician put Calagan's political efforts under a decree of censorship lasting some weeks. His apartment was raided, and letters beginning, "Dear Comrade" seized. The following entries are all we could officially recover.
Rumours that another diary page, missed by the Patrician's agents, was recovered by the Klatchian Secret Service from beneath the drinking cabinet filled with Victory Gin in Comrade Le Marc's office, and that "Down with the Patrician" was written repeatedly down one side while the other side bore a nearly indecipherable scrawl in which only 'Oceania' and 'Eurasia' could be made out, cannot at this time be either confirmed or denied.
Octeday 15th March Prime, UC 2023.
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I yawned as I carefully signed the last item of paperwork on my deks that I had stayed up all night to finish. I also knew I had to go to the post office before I go to bed in regards to an invite from some Djelian officials to meet up and discuss some ideological ideas. However, I got a strange feeling on the back of my neck, almost as though someone was watching me. I spun around to see if someone was there, but there was no-one. At first I laughed it off, assuming it was the Victory Gin I had been drinking to help me through the night, and sat back down at my desk to tidy up my work. However I soon had the strange same feeling again, and this time glanced up at my mirror, which was carefully positioned to show all the hiding places in the room, but I was the only one there.
By now I was concerened. I went to put my hand on the door handle when something made me turn around. I saw an obscure cuttlefish floating in the air. When I stepped towards it, it dissapeared, whereupon I heard the clicking that any thief would automatically recognise as someone attempting to pick a lock. I could draw only one conclusion: someone had paid the Assassins' Guild to have me killed.
I knew that my only chance of survival lay in the new door I had bought to keep out unlicenced thieves, but how long would it last? Luckily Chimara, a renowned warrior of almost unparalleled strength, was passing by. I dropped him my purse out of the window and told him to kill any assassins trying to get in. There was a hush on the other side of the door as his heavy boots thumped up the stairs, then I heard a female scream. I heard some bangs then a final large thump as the walls shook a bit. Chimara's voice came from the other side saying Kara, a senior assassin, had been trying to break in. I asked what happened and got the reply, "She broke".
He couldn't stay forever, and soon left. For the last couple of hours I have been hiding behind my desk planning possible escape routes to avoid my would-be killers, and writing this diary so that people will remember my last days, should I be killed.
Thursday 19th March Prime, UC 2023.
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Today was quiet. I had that feeling again that I was being watched, but my faith in Hat kept me from feeling too uncomfortable. My assisstants have been telling me that the Assassins have started to contemplate using unorthodox methods to get in, using the favour of the gods or even magic.
Morporkians doing something unorthodox seems unlikley though; they can't seem to accept the revision of social policies in terms of the Council, so I doubt they would bother the gods or violate the fundamental principles of the material universe to break into a house. I'm sure if this was Djelibeybi I would already be dead; rumours of the skill of their secret police are quite frankly shocking, and thinking outside the box comes easy when you live in a desert; witnessing the brevity and harshness of life gives people a sense of urgency.
Note to self: Consider creating a Morporkian Intelligence Agency to combat Klatchian spies
Sunday 22nd March Prime, UC 2023.
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More rattling at the door, more assassins trying to end my life and my political struggle. More Victory Gin drunk from the bottle in my cabinet (drinks cabinet, not Labour cabinet).
Can't help but wonder what's going on in the city.
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Trotsky through the Telescope
By Ptock Ptock
These are some pages torn rather hastily from the diary of political leader and socialist flag bearer Fingers Calagan Le Marc, party leader of the Ankh-Morpork Labour Party. Comrade Le Marc has show great courage and determination whilst carrying the Red Flag forward in the capitalist city that is Ankh-Morpork. Recently, there has been no sighting of him in or around the city, and he hasn't replied to invitations to meet the Djelian Ambassador or other Djelian officials.
The reason became all too clear however when the Papryus was sent these few pages of a rather worn/bloodstained diary. These pages are from a secret journal Calagan Le Marc kept as he locked himself in his office to avoid assassination from his political opponents. The point where it cuts off does not indicate that he was inhumed, but the day that the Patrician put Calagan's political efforts under a decree of censorship lasting some weeks. His apartment was raided, and letters beginning, "Dear Comrade" seized. The following entries are all we could officially recover.
Rumours that another diary page, missed by the Patrician's agents, was recovered by the Klatchian Secret Service from beneath the drinking cabinet filled with Victory Gin in Comrade Le Marc's office, and that "Down with the Patrician" was written repeatedly down one side while the other side bore a nearly indecipherable scrawl in which only 'Oceania' and 'Eurasia' could be made out, cannot at this time be either confirmed or denied.
Octeday 15th March Prime, UC 2023.
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I yawned as I carefully signed the last item of paperwork on my deks that I had stayed up all night to finish. I also knew I had to go to the post office before I go to bed in regards to an invite from some Djelian officials to meet up and discuss some ideological ideas. However, I got a strange feeling on the back of my neck, almost as though someone was watching me. I spun around to see if someone was there, but there was no-one. At first I laughed it off, assuming it was the Victory Gin I had been drinking to help me through the night, and sat back down at my desk to tidy up my work. However I soon had the strange same feeling again, and this time glanced up at my mirror, which was carefully positioned to show all the hiding places in the room, but I was the only one there.
By now I was concerened. I went to put my hand on the door handle when something made me turn around. I saw an obscure cuttlefish floating in the air. When I stepped towards it, it dissapeared, whereupon I heard the clicking that any thief would automatically recognise as someone attempting to pick a lock. I could draw only one conclusion: someone had paid the Assassins' Guild to have me killed.
I knew that my only chance of survival lay in the new door I had bought to keep out unlicenced thieves, but how long would it last? Luckily Chimara, a renowned warrior of almost unparalleled strength, was passing by. I dropped him my purse out of the window and told him to kill any assassins trying to get in. There was a hush on the other side of the door as his heavy boots thumped up the stairs, then I heard a female scream. I heard some bangs then a final large thump as the walls shook a bit. Chimara's voice came from the other side saying Kara, a senior assassin, had been trying to break in. I asked what happened and got the reply, "She broke".
He couldn't stay forever, and soon left. For the last couple of hours I have been hiding behind my desk planning possible escape routes to avoid my would-be killers, and writing this diary so that people will remember my last days, should I be killed.
Thursday 19th March Prime, UC 2023.
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Today was quiet. I had that feeling again that I was being watched, but my faith in Hat kept me from feeling too uncomfortable. My assisstants have been telling me that the Assassins have started to contemplate using unorthodox methods to get in, using the favour of the gods or even magic.
Morporkians doing something unorthodox seems unlikley though; they can't seem to accept the revision of social policies in terms of the Council, so I doubt they would bother the gods or violate the fundamental principles of the material universe to break into a house. I'm sure if this was Djelibeybi I would already be dead; rumours of the skill of their secret police are quite frankly shocking, and thinking outside the box comes easy when you live in a desert; witnessing the brevity and harshness of life gives people a sense of urgency.
Note to self: Consider creating a Morporkian Intelligence Agency to combat Klatchian spies
Sunday 22nd March Prime, UC 2023.
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More rattling at the door, more assassins trying to end my life and my political struggle. More Victory Gin drunk from the bottle in my cabinet (drinks cabinet, not Labour cabinet).
Can't help but wonder what's going on in the city.