Title: A nasty prank.
Author: Jolies

Inspiration from: Poem

   Nasty. It was the kind of prank no one would have wanted, or expected. And, it was the type where no one would have believed. But somehow, he believed. The old dumb man. He believed and took the prank for real despite that day being April fool’s. His foolishness caused many to lose their lives.
   April 1st. The type of day one would have expected to see a banana skin on the ground or at least, someone who would scream April fool’s when you enter the room, soaked with water. Except General Tsoak. He was a big man. Perhaps a little too big. He kind of swayed when he walked; perhaps rolled would be a better word. He was in his forties. He walked into the control room where it stood a majestic red button. His proud and honor, that red button was. The radar screen showed nothing and his eyes glazed over it. Nothing happens these days, he thought and smiled grimly, but it was for the better. He stood there, eyes on the screen not knowing that boredom would bring death.
   At the same time in Russia, a place near the borders of America, a boy named Drevin stared at his watch. It’s April fool’s and he had not played any trick on anybody yet. He wished that it would be his biggest joke. Something that was worth his time. The biggest joke he had done was only putting eggs in the staff room and making sure all the teachers stepped on it. He smiled at the thought of it but instantly changing to a frown. Any day that April fool’s could fall on, it fell on a Saturday! However he shall make full use on it. He gathered his materials and wrote April fool’s on it. He shot the ball (which contained confetti) over the borders to America. That was the biggest mistake. The worst joke that befallen mankind.
   General Tsoak saw something beeping on the radar screen. Something big enough to register on the radar screen. A meteorite? No, it could not be. Must be Russia, they sent nuclear missiles. A dumb man, who did not even check if it was a missile. He pressed the button and terror begun.
   24 missiles were sent. Not all were nuclear. 12 were Atomic. Now, Russia did not detect those missiles. A bit later they would, certainly, but by then, it would be too late. Back at Russia, the Russian police had captured poor Drevin. They thought he was polluting the sea. Who knew that he was doing more than that? They jabbed a M9 at his back and threatened to fire a 0.39mm bullet if he did not confess what he was doing. They would, anyway, even if he did confess. He did something unforgiveable. And that was the end of Drevin. He should be glad; he would not need to suffer.
   The missiles fell back to earth, hitting the different parts of Russia. Chaos broke out. The missiles were heard long before it hit earth. Russia fought for calmness. The missiles hit earth and the people within a few hundred miles were wiped off the face of earth. Blasted to pieces. Body torn apart. Those who were facing the missiles had they eyeballs melted or had their eardrums bursting. Mushrooms clouds were seen from Egypt and panic risen. Radioactive particles were scattered and wind brought them back to America. Those unlucky people who were doing exercises or even walking turned green and died a moment later, not knowing what cause them to had difficulties breathing. Those in restaurants eating their burgers saw their burgers turn green. They died. Those in their apartments, having their windows opened, eating breakfast, saw their food turning green. They died. The rich, banging the doors of their bomb shelter while earth rained down on them. They died. The Queen and king, in their quarters counting money, saw the scenery turn to a shade of green. They died.
   The General stared at the radar screen. Thousands of unidentified objects were on it. He heard people screaming. He heard people crying. He saw death. He threw his head back and laughed. Too much deaths had cause him this. He turned crazy and took out his Ruger Blackhawk .357 and pointed at his head. He fired and he was now one of them… …
   Paul Drevin. General Tsoak. The cause of all this. A nasty prank on a typical April fool’s day.
   “A Prank on April 1st had been reported to be seen at the borders of America,” the reporter reported grimly.

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