#SoCS April 14/18 (mon)

“Mon dieu!”

”Boje moy!”

The cries rang out in disbelief and exasperation tempered by apprehension.

The United Nations security council had only agreed on one thing. Each ambassador had discussed the crisis in monosyllabic tones painting  a monotone picture of the situation. Of the five members, after monotonous discussion and argument three had agreed to disagree and it was left to the French and the Russians to persuade their joint members one way or the other. Eloquence in speech was required which could only be guaranteed by harmonic tones from either side. Only this would decide the fate of la monde.

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