The Silence of Tears Part 1

Day 1,857, 20:07 • Published in Pakistan United Kingdom • by Dishmcds
Gentlemen;



As I walked through the sands of Pakistan, across the Thar Desert towards the Palace of Stone in Sindh, I felt the gentle wind brush against my face. Glorious sandstorms were upon us, it was certainly the season of upheaval in Dio's grace. Pakistan remained calm, although it seemed to have these invaders slight of the eye all around.

You may take my cows, but you'll never take my faith. My faith guides me through the day, and it shall remain stronger than your rice any day. Dio would certainly follow through on his promise to return one day, but until then, we soldier on. As I came within ten feet of a hut on the outskirts of the palace, my foot hit a large piece of stone which was slightly unearthed during the storm. I brushed it off, to see what could be blocking my way.

The sand kept falling away, and it revealed a massive piece of stone, seemingly from the days of old. Glyphs and ancient speak were carved into it, almost as if it were a lost work of art belonging to the musuem in the Palace in Punjab. I recognized the writing as that belonging to what our Holy Script, the Book of Dio, was originally written in. I sat immediately, and began to read.



Myths of Belonging

Armies will march. This swine will be removed from the face of this World. We have marched on for days now, conquering all that is in sight. Many rice rockets have arisen on our march towards the endless snow, but they fall flat against our PAK47's. Their ammunition is actually rather tasty.

Falcon approached today, with a report on the land. We had sent five of our best men forth to survey the land, trying to find a path to the impassable lands of the North. This snow seems rather toxic. We'd rather cross on sand where possible, but all is not lost. We'll simply have to convert as we go.

He did mention that there was an outpost comprised of animal shelters coming up ahead, although it was rather empty looking. He thought we might be walking into an ambush, although the odds were rather short.

I gathered the troops together that night, for a night of glorious celebration. Bovines had fallen beneath our feet. This strange land was next. We'll continue north and east until we reach those snow devils, no matter how long it takes. As the troops gathered, I stood up, and declared "We march tomorrow, we party tonight. We shall show our love to those in our way, we shall convert them to glory through sheer will. Enjoy your women and wine tonight. Fire your weapons into the air all you please. We have all the bullets you could want, but remember, tomorrow, we take no prisoners."

I could feel the clouds gathering over this strange place called Beijing. The snow devil was near, and I fear he has already infected those who inhabit the East. Our journey might take longer than I thought, but we will succeed.

We have no choice.

As I read the tablet, it made me shed manly tears. Oh how I remember the days of glory in Pakistan, fighting a similar battle to what we have now.

Return, oh glory. Return to us now. Tomorrow, we shall march on, to reclaim everything that rightfully belongs to Pakistan.

Then we turn our attention to you, snow devil. You have long needed to be slain. We shall arrive shortly.



Hugs and Kisses,
Just Another Guy

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