The East PacificBoard

John Schofield awoke to that single sentence. Spoken in a calm tone though by a menacing, growling voice which had a distinct rattle to it. Schofield was in a room with a stone wall, ceiling and floor. He immediately identified a set of stairs at the far end of the room, which led up. He looked directly above him and saw a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. He tried to move his hands and legs. Both were tied together by TCH 840 nickel rigid handcuffs, bound with a master lock. They are the strongest handcuffs you can get in Lanorth and the chair he was sitting in was attached to the ground in some way.

He spotted a figure walking towards him. He was around six foot two, had black hair which had strands of grey revealing themselves as he aged and his short-ish black beard was also showing signs of ageing. Dressed in all black, as Schofield focused on the figure, he saw a faint glint in the corner of his eye. Upon turning his head, he saw a table and several torture instruments laid out upon it. Schofield tried rocking in his chair but he failed.

As the figure approached, Schofield recognised him. "Oh, Michael. Hello again, old friend."

"I ain't your friend and I never was." Said 'Michael', glaring. Michael was formerly a teacher at Schofield's secondary school though was dragged out of the education system after he was arrested for three accounts of murder. After serving eighteen years in prison and being released on a 400,000 Crowne bail, he became a professional interrogator. And he had his methods of extracting information. Though he was not here to extract information today.

He approached Schofield's chair and kicked part of the bottom of the chair. A metal clunk was heard and the chair flew back. Schofield felt a cloth being placed over his head. Seconds later, Schofield felt a burning pain immediately spread all over his face. It was like someone had dipped his face in boiling water. Which had basically just happened. Schofield was being waterboarded with boiling water, boiled until it reached 100 degrees Celsius. He now had horrible scarring all over his face. He wanted to scream but he couldn't. Finally, the water stopped falling and the cloth was pulled off his face and then stuffed into his mouth as a gag.

Then, the figure lifted a knife and started carving lines made to look like wrinkles into his face, which was still horrifically scarred and was red with burns. As he started screaming again, the figure grabbed a pillow and slammed it into Schofield's face, suffocating him. He lifted it up at the last second and pulled up the chair once more. "Now, do you want to live or die?" Inquired 'Michael'. Schofield only whimpered with pain. "Live it is."

Schofield, over the next hour, would undergo 15 different torture methods and would be left on the brink of death. All of the suffocation related torture methods made sure Schofield would never be able to breathe without a special machine only recently designed, which forced oxygen into his lungs and forced out the carbon dioxide, as he could not breathe himself. He wouldn't be able to talk again and would now have to use a robotic voice that made sounds according to the way Schofield's mouth moved underneath the mask that he would now have to wear. He was partially blind now and his eyes would show a red colour due to a recent disease he had caught. With his grey-ish coloured skin due to a lack of oxygen in his blood, scars and wrinkles on his face due to the torture and horrible burns on his face, he would never be the same again. He was only 36.

The nation of Golbad hereby formally condemns the actions taken in Lanorth by their current leader. The nation of Lanorth will receive no support from Golbad.