The North PacificBoard

Jon Paul James hand drifted to one side of his desk, grabbing the handle of the second drawer to the bottom where under a mess of papers, a box stood. His hands became more sweaty by the second, he snatched it from the drawer, bringing it up in front of him. He grabbed the top of it and slid it off. Having the code-pad shine in the light. 'Here I am, committing mass murder because I am too greedy for the East supple lundians to have our great dream, traitorous b*stards..' he about his wife and kids, the advancing ESLians entering the city from the east and made up his mind. His index finger went over the 8, then the 1, 7, 1, 8, 9, 9, 6, 2, 4, 2, 6. He took his last breath and Silence. The cloud could be seen from all across the Minnenora province. Hydrogen City had fallen.

It was a nice morning in the Capital City of Rovaniemi, the cultural hub of the Volkish Duchy and overall the nation. Skyscrapers that pierced the clouds stood over the ordinary people like a tree with ants. Apartment blocks filled with little people that have some sense of normality. But hidden within the facade of Society was a Tohruian Immigrant with a crazed mind. Austmann Neistisson, who escaped the Northern Kingdom's tight grasp after he attempted to bomb the Tohruian Ministry of Foreign Relations in Aurrioaaross, had been living in Volstokn for just over a year now.

But he hadn't been inactive, finding like-minded lunatics that wished for the state of peace the continent of North Osea currently shared to end, they schemed for a next war. It didn't have to be a world war, just a war large enough to have some heads Turnt. He had formed a group called 'guð er fús' or 'God's willing' with the cover of a standard emotional support group where he would meet and then indoctrinate vulnerable people, was really planning to bomb a part of Rovaniemi.

At 10:40 am a white moving van pulled into a parking garage under the Mokia Headquarters, a large and important Technology and telecommunications business within the Volkish half of the expansive Kingdom. He got out and walked away like it was nothing. He walked for a kilometer and a half down Sakari Avenue, reaching the Ministry of Foreign Affairs building, Slipping a note into the Public Mailbox.

'Hello to whoever is reading this,

I bet its been hours since the attack, if not, Then I've been foiled. I'd just like to address the elephant in the room. Who would go and taunt the government after committing a mass attack? I have a good reason for it, Im giving you this cause I would like to make one thing clear... I am being made to do this. The Tohruian government has my poor kids and wife hostage, trying to poke the bear that is Volstokn yet steering out of its way, and its for this Im really sorry.

~Austmann'

At 11:30 the bomb blew, taking a large chunk of the 35-story building down with it, with a lucky side of the building holding it up, countless lives were lost in an instant, with more many being lost as the building started to crumble under its own weight. While many more had fallen to their deaths or die via the explosive van the majority of the workers had survived the blast. Fires spread throughout the building, consuming the building in a firey hell.