Marshuno

Yea, well. I always like to poke fun at real-world events. Makes things more copeable and udnerstandable if someone parody's them; I guess as funny as one can parody death and destruction. The trick is to present the incident in a way that the actual event it pertains to is obvious, while still creating the raw emotion as if it was only happening here. Hence the deaths. The ship itself I got off Google. Some sort of offshoot from the SC4 Devotion site. If you're interested, I'll send you a link via PM. On here, it's just clutter everything up.

Volsk Snow, Ice, and Oil While the Oil Rig still burned, elements of the Falkasian Navy began to arrive on scene. Having sailed only a few miles from nearby Katrina's Crossing, these ships were the first "heavy-lifters" on scene and served as conduits for the ongoing rescue operation. Over a course of twenty-four hours, the Hospital Ship FNS Good Hope was converted into an offshore headquarters in which the local response could be focused more effectively. Only four of the 50 rig crewmembers had been found so far, floating underneath the rig tangled in wreckage. All were dead, killed by the explosion's shockwave. Things were, unfortunately, growing sour by the minute. The town had begun to lose hope with the realization that perhaps there may not be any survivors. Although it was wasn't even a tenth of the rig's crew, it was still a sizable part of the community and everybody was affected in some way. One of the workers used to be a Little League Hockey Coach, another a waiter at the local Diner. There was no aspect of life in Volsk that was left unscarred by the accident, and many had relegated themselves to the Town Hall where a growing memorial with pictures of lost loved ones was culminating. There was sitll one beacon of hope left. With the added support of military intervention came the announcement that search aircraft were being scrambled from nearby Overwatch AFB outside Karasov City. Although it would be hours before they arrived on-scene, the thought of locating survivors by air was much better than a grueling search across rough waters by boat.

Volsk Snow, Ice, and Oil BREAKING NEWS Explosion Rips Through Falkasian Gulf "At 4:15 early Tuesday morning, Morozov offshore rig FalkGulf One erupted into flames. These were quickly accompanied by massive plumes of enflamed oil, dramatically erupting into the sky much the same way a volcano would do, before crashing back down and smothering the deck with more flamable material. Local reports are highly sketchy at best, with the only form of communication being from local law enforcement, the nearby Katrina's Crossing naval installation, and agitated residents. Some local fishermen, who happened to be nearby the rig when it exploded insisted one of the interior holding tanks had burst. "'Explosive decompression," they said; citing the giant, smoldering hole in the rig's posterior. However, the local Police Chief maintained quite adamantly that that there wasn't a spontaneous explosion, but a serious deck fire that superheated the rig itself, using a handful of grainy pictures he took with a Polaroid earlier that morning as evidence. As of right now, a massive search is underway for the 50 some-odd crewmembers of rig, all of which are feared lost. All local ships, including numerous military ones from nearby Katrina's Crossing have begun the desperate task of canvasing the area surronding the rig for signs of life. When asked about the unfolding situation, Mayor Samsonov refused to comment; returning to Town Hall to help calm those who had congregated there and were missing loved ones. An air of hope lingers throughout the town, a rare occurance anywhere in this day and age. Let's hope some good news comes out of it." ====== Once again, things can only go on for so long. Everybody knew it was coming, an accident of this magnitude. It was only a matter of when. Morozov operated it's wells as cheaply as possible, which meant hell on Earth for it's workers. While there were a great deal of protective labor laws in place, few if any applied to the industries operating outside the "heartland." In the remote corners of Falkasia, a company could get away with virtually anything, so long as it took care to cover it's "darker" activities up. If anything good was to come out of the rig disaster, at least a full-scale investigation would be warranted. The local Police Chief, along with the Mayor, would make sure of it. Even if he was part-owner, Samsonov still had a sense of morals and an obligation to protect his voters. Little of that could be said about Morozov Energy.

I hate to say it, but the Referees the whole series had issues. It was, and I hate to say this, quite obvious that they were slanting the game towards one team. Which team should have been very obvious. At least last night it was fairly even, but if you take a look at the past 5 games; it's ridiculous. I think, just like in American Football, coaches and Captains should be allowed to argue B.S. calls on ice. Adds a second layer of checks and balances to the game.

How long have you all waited for this victory? It's amazing. My father has waited all 49 years for this. He was 6 when they won in 1961.... and now 55 in 2010! You can only imagine how he looked when the won. I have never seen my Father cry, ever, except for now.... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bieSkYOC8RM I think the above is well-deserved. And for laughs for all of you who were less fortunate.

Heh. Have to find out. And I agree. Edmonton has issues, especially since they stole our goalie.... only to have him hurt and replaced by Deslauriers. If only the Hawks had a stronger back-up than Huet.....

Volsk Snow, Ice, and Oil Things can only go on for so long before the people get tired of the past. The old Volsk Police Station, reeking with the ghosts of their communist past, was demolished on Thursday and replaced shortly thereafter with a better, more modern station that could suit their needs. All that mattered was that it wasn't "communisty," as Mayor Samsonov stated. Don't think anybody but him got the memo. The station itself boasts an increased police protection with almost triple the available cars, all of which were donated on behalf of Morozov Oil and brought in by freightor. Even if they were pushing 20 or so years old, it was better than the firebomb Lada's the old force had relied on. Among other things included better surveillance systems to monitor the harbor and Town Hall. Volsk may be remote, but that didn't stop people from trying to break-in anyway. On a side note, it also provided 24/7 coverage of the dockyard, in case anything were to happen either onshore or just off the coast. The first thing that came to everybody's mind was the paranoia of invasion. Along with the Police Station went the old "modern" clinic frequently dubbed "The Butcher Shop" for the sheer lack of anything medically related. In all senses, it was a drug dispensary. Anything that some rest and morphine couldn't handle would land you on a helicopter ride to Karasov City; or worse by boat to one of the Hospital Ships tending the Oil Fields. If anything, the new clinic reinforced the fact that Falkasia was no longer under communist control and gave the citizens a sense of pride that they were moviong forward; even if the clinic itself could fit right in amongst Moscow's Red Square. Another new addition is the ever-important ice skating rink. Doubling as a sporting complex and meeting center, the local rink is the primary hub of activity in any Falkasian town. It's widely accepted that any town how lacks a skating rink isn't a town out all, just a sad excuse and waste of space. The town of Volsk, being the outlying residences of the local industries, has nearly tripled in population since the oil industry began to move in. Now bordering on 1,300 residents, Volsk has almost outgrown itself. While nothing is substantiated yet, backroom whispers and rumors are circulating amongst Town Hall that a long term housing solution may be in the works. What this may be, only the Mayor himself knows. Funny how that works out, eh?

The city isn't so much rural as it is remote. The town itself functions off the coast and oil industry, and because the nearest major town is 50 some-odd miles away, people have a hard time getting to Volsk itself. Roads leading to the town are almost non-existent, and those that do are likely barely even trails.

Heh. Irony and coincidence.... Nice message spammery too. I'll contact you in a bit. Kinda overwhelming to suddenly talk to you again, heh.

Reminds me of the tornados I was in as a kid. The 1999 ones in Moore, Oklahoma. Fun times. Had my new house picked up and set down on top of a forest 2 and a half miles away. What was left was craned down by the construction crew. Fortunately though, we hadn't moved in yet. That was supposed to be the next day....

Thank you. Appreciate the compliments.

And who might you be, so that I may garner a better idea of who I'm up against? I can tell you aren't Eebus nor Walkenberg, and you're definiately not me, heh. My guess is either Bill, Eucad, or Klaus, with the latter being my most likely assumption.