After several abortive attempts in the past, I've decided to start my first full timeline. I'm using a narrative style instead of a historical one because a) I write it better and b) it's easier Anyway, read on!
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28 June, 1914
Leopold Lojka was not enjoying himself.
Oh, yes, when he had agreed to serve as the Archduke's chauffeur in Sarajevo, he had known it might be dangerous. But today was the first time he had actually had to dodge a bomb before. The grenade throwing Serb.... it had to be a Serb, or maybe some kind of anarchist... had had terrible aim, and his bomb bounced away from his swerving car - only to explode on some of the nearby soldiers. The Archduke had been furious. The mayor had uttered the standard platitudes about the greatness of the Hapsburg monarchs and the eternal friendship of the people of Sarajevo, only to be interrupted by the Archduke himself: "Herr Burgomaster, I came here on a visit only to get bombs thrown at me! This is outrageous!" The Archduke had redirected the entire motorcade to visit the soldiers wounded by the terrorist bomb, as a statement. In the backseat, the Archduke and his wife were having a hushed discussion. "My love, I only came here so you could enjoy the honors you deserve but the duties of the monarchy deny you. I didn' -" but the duchess interrupted: "I always wanted to be able to sit by you in public, but I never thought it would mean -" Leopold, still a bit shaken from the bombing earlier, tuned them out and turned right, following the other cars in the motorcade.
He drove a few feet down the street, and then the cars in front of him stopped. Then started to back up. 'Oh, great,' he thought, 'they managed to fuck up the directions to the hospital. Goddamn incompetents...' he thought as he put the car in reverse and looked in the rearview mirror, seeing how the cars behind him were reacting. And then he saw.... a man running out of a cafe, shoving pedestrians to the street. A man with a gun. 'I am never, ever doing this again', thought Leopold. He screamed to the backseat nobles, "GET DOWN!" and he he brought his foot down violently, and...
and
and
...he just barely avoided missing the accelerator entirely. The car screamed into reverse as the would-be assassin fired one, two, three shots. Leopold felt a sting in his shoulder. The car lurched into Appel Quay, went back into forward, and took off down the street as fast as possible. The Archduke and countess sat back up, shaken but unharmed. Leopold saw blood dripping down his arm. 'Well, at least we're going to the hospital', he thought, numbly.
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28 June, 1914
Leopold Lojka was not enjoying himself.
Oh, yes, when he had agreed to serve as the Archduke's chauffeur in Sarajevo, he had known it might be dangerous. But today was the first time he had actually had to dodge a bomb before. The grenade throwing Serb.... it had to be a Serb, or maybe some kind of anarchist... had had terrible aim, and his bomb bounced away from his swerving car - only to explode on some of the nearby soldiers. The Archduke had been furious. The mayor had uttered the standard platitudes about the greatness of the Hapsburg monarchs and the eternal friendship of the people of Sarajevo, only to be interrupted by the Archduke himself: "Herr Burgomaster, I came here on a visit only to get bombs thrown at me! This is outrageous!" The Archduke had redirected the entire motorcade to visit the soldiers wounded by the terrorist bomb, as a statement. In the backseat, the Archduke and his wife were having a hushed discussion. "My love, I only came here so you could enjoy the honors you deserve but the duties of the monarchy deny you. I didn' -" but the duchess interrupted: "I always wanted to be able to sit by you in public, but I never thought it would mean -" Leopold, still a bit shaken from the bombing earlier, tuned them out and turned right, following the other cars in the motorcade.
He drove a few feet down the street, and then the cars in front of him stopped. Then started to back up. 'Oh, great,' he thought, 'they managed to fuck up the directions to the hospital. Goddamn incompetents...' he thought as he put the car in reverse and looked in the rearview mirror, seeing how the cars behind him were reacting. And then he saw.... a man running out of a cafe, shoving pedestrians to the street. A man with a gun. 'I am never, ever doing this again', thought Leopold. He screamed to the backseat nobles, "GET DOWN!" and he he brought his foot down violently, and...
and
and
...he just barely avoided missing the accelerator entirely. The car screamed into reverse as the would-be assassin fired one, two, three shots. Leopold felt a sting in his shoulder. The car lurched into Appel Quay, went back into forward, and took off down the street as fast as possible. The Archduke and countess sat back up, shaken but unharmed. Leopold saw blood dripping down his arm. 'Well, at least we're going to the hospital', he thought, numbly.
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