"With my machine, I can cut off your head in the twinkling of an eye, and you never feel it!"
~ Dr. Joseph Guillotin
Day 1
After the deliberations had been so scandalously interrupted earlier in the day, all normal business in the National Convention was cancelled. Instead, general pandemonium reigned.
All sides and factions immediately stood up and started dramatically pointing and loudly shouting at each other. Any individual's exact words could not be heard over the overall din and clamor inside the Tuileries, but the meaning was still simple to glean. "He did it! He's a Royalist!" Multiply that sentiment by over a hundredfold, have nearly everybody level the accusation at a different target, account for counteraccusations stemming from outrage, and you had a very annoyed and helpless Convention President. After this level of chaos went on for over a half hour with no signs of it leveling off, he finally decided to take action.
Stepping out of the room so he could actually be heard, he summoned a guard. "Send for one of the bells of Notre Dame and an appropriate ringer."
"A ringer?"
"A big friggin' stick so I can hit the bell really hard so it can make a lot of noise!" the President said, exasperated, and the guard nodded and ran off.
After an hour (still with the Convention as anarchic as ever) the requested bell was wheeled into the chamber, at which point the President took great pleasure at picking up the ringer, winding up, and swinging it as hard as he could at the old, giant church bell.
BWOOOOONNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGG
That got everybody's attention.
"Now, citoyens," the President said, keeping a far more even tone than he had any right to, "We have all been rattled by the events of earlier today, this is true. But it is no reason for us to abandon our principles and turn on each other like savage beasts in this time of need! Let us remember the teachings of Rousseau. After all, the greatest thing that separates us from the apes - besides our fashionable use of these excellent powdered wigs, of course - is our ability to make use of reason." There was a general murmur of agreement at this.
"Let us make use of these faculties of reason," he continued, "Let us use our higher thought processes to apply revolutionary justice to those who would lurk in the shadows and turn back the clocks to the time of seigneurialism, serfdom, and famine. After all, we are the members of the Convention, are we not?" More murmuring of agreement. "Is it our solemn task as vested in us by the citizens of this great country to lead France through these troubled times and into a golden era?" The murmurs grew louder. "Then let us guide ourselves as we guide the country! Let us police ourselves as we police the country! We solve our business in-house and use our superior combined knowledge to weed out the enemies amongst us and purge this great nation of the Royalist scourge once and for all!"
Cries of "huzzah!" and "Vive la France!" and the like followed this. But amongst the din, the President saw some disconcerting signs. Certain members of factions, staring at the others, almost licking their lips in anticipation. Hopefully this new procedure wouldn't backfire.
The accusations were flung far and wide, with at one point nearly half the Convention being named a Royalist. The President wheeled in a big board to keep track of the tally, but quickly ran out of room as more and more names were added to the suspect list. It seemed, at least for one day, that consensus was going to be a far-off goal.
Eventually the votes did coalesce somewhat in a tight race between Manasi and Jabbz, though when the President rang the great bell of Notre Dame again it was Jabbz who had the most votes.
"OH COME ON," he shouted, having been comfortably behind in the dreaded vote count before a final push to save Manasi. "This is how the Republic judges me! I have done the best I could piloting her through chaos and danger! I have poured my blood and sweat and heart into writing this Constitution which one day I hope to see implemented! I have-"
"You have the most votes," the President said. "Let us proceed to the scaffold."
It was quick. Jabbz, still sputtering at the injustice of it all, seemed too taken aback by his sudden change of fate to fully be overawed by the situation - the jeering crowd, the reading of charges, the looming executioner, etc. It wasn't until the blade of the guillotine broke his skin that finally did he understand, and by that point it was far too late.
It is now Night 1! Please send in your orders. Exact guidelines for doing so will be posted in your factional Quicktopics shortly.
Night 1 ends 11:00 AM US Eastern Time on Saturday, March 11. Day 2, when it arrives, will last for slightly longer than 48 hours in order to push back the deadlines to a more convenient time.
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Still alive (23):
Al Sipsclar
Arakhor
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
autolycus
BSmith
Choxorn
Csargo
Dp101
El Barto
Fenn
Kagemusha
Lewwyn
Logic
Manasi
Monstrdude
Montmorency
NotACop
Renata
seireikhaan
Snerk
Sooh
Zack
Guillotined:
Jabbz
Last edited by GeneralHankerchief; 03-10-2017 at 18:22.
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