The Decision

Day 5,640, 09:00 • Published in USA United Kingdom • by Judas H Christ


Saturday, April 29, 2023
SPF Clubhouse
The scene opens in the oddly smokey clubhouse game room of the SFP Commune. Judas and Franklin Stone are shooting some pool.

FS: You should run for Party President.

JC: You should run for Country President.

Judas lines up a shot then sinks a ball.

FS: If that what it takes, I will.

JC: Why you so ardent about me running for Chairman? From what I can see and from what Custer has told me, eRepublik is pretty much dead on it's feet. Hell, even shiloh and PQ says that and they're usually glass half full type of dudes.

Judas takes yet another shot, sinking another ball.



FS: Nice shot, Jude.... err Judas. But yeah, I can't argue that the New World is a shadow of what it used to be, and double that for SFP. But you can help us at least try to give us a glimmer of hope to make our glorious party the powerhouse it once was.

Suddenly, Pfenix Quinn appears as out of nowhere, startling both Franklin and Judas. He steps forward from a shadowy part of the clubhouse.

PQ: Franklin is right, Jude... errr... Judas. You are one of the most legendary of SFP leaders. It was you that took SFP into the Top 5 for the first time and made it a force to be reckoned with. You can do this again.

Judas holds his pool stick straight up and down and you can see he is in deep thought. Rubbing his chin, he continues...

JC: I don't know...

Franklin cuts him off...

FS: I tell you what friend... We already got a bit of money riding on this game, why don't we raise the stakes a bit? If I win, you run for Chair...

Jude interrupts...

JC: And you for for CP.

Franklin agrees and continues...

FS: Right. And I run for CP. And if you win, I'll drop this altogether.

Judas looks at PQ and Franklin then looks down at the small pile of USD on the table. He smiles as he lines up a shot.

JC: Alright, Comrade... you're on!

Judas draws back on the cue. He has only one more high ball to sink compared to Franklin's seven low balls. He smiles once more before he lets the stick fly to the cue ball...



As Judas makes his shot, the door busts open, brightening the dim lit rec room. Judas, temporarily blinded by the sudden burst of light in the room, miss-hits the cue ball, sending it into the 8-ball. The 8-ball slowly creeps into the side pocket, causing Judas to lose the game... the money... and the bet.

He turns towards the door and sees PilotPhil. Before he can even speak, PilotPhil greets the trio.

PP: Hey Everyone! What's going on?

Jude proceeds to break his stick in half and just walks over to the bar.

FS: Well, it looks like Judas is gonna run for Chairman and I'm gonna run for CP!

PP: Well, that's great news! Why's Jude... errr Judas seemingly upset about....

Judas interupts PilotPhil...



JC: You cost me my game! By the way, where have you been?

PilotPhil looks confused but answers...

PP: I was at my son's swim meet.

The scene fades.