Chapter 1: Point of Divergence
August 15, 1974.
The man sweated heavily in his seat. It was the height of summer, so it was not unreasonable for men like him to suffer in the heat. But this was not the case for Mun Se-gwang. He was sweating in anticipation for what was to come. Sitting in the back seat of the National Central Theater, Mun nervously patted his .38 revolver in his right pocket while he looked left and right in case somebody noticed the conspicuous bulge at his pants. I should’ve killed him then and there[1], he thought. Scum like him shouldn’t live a second more in this world. The scum he referred to stood up, walked up to the podium and started his speech.
“Dear citizens of the Republic of Korea, I celebrate with you the 29th anniversary of the liberation of our nation…”
Mun stood up from his seat. I need to get closer, he said to himself. One shot should only be necessary. He quickly walked over to the aisles. He walked down the steps toward the front, slowly this time. He should not be noticed until the final moment. He had prepared so many months for this. Ever since he had come from Japan, Mun played again and again in his head the glorious moment when he would liberate the Republic of Korea, when the damned President’s head was shot into the nothingness that he deserved to be. He put his hand in his pocket and lightly grabbed the gun, eyes fixed towards the man he knew was soon to live no more. Mun’s hands trembled. I’m almost there, he thought to himself as he walked closer. I’m almost
He felt the searing pain in his foot as he accidentally shot himself. The feeling of excruciating pain was ignored by Mun as he quickly got out his gun and started firing at the President. I must not miss, he thought, I must not miss!
But the president was already hiding behind the podium. The sound of the first shot was enough for him to dive for cover. People around Mun were screaming and running away, while security guards were shouting and shooting at him. In the havoc that erupted immediately after his fatal mistake, Mun cursed himself and his luck and shot angrily towards the stage until he was forcibly restrained.
Spit On My Grave – an ATL Thread on the Yushin Republic
[1]: His original plan was to assassinate the President at the main lobby.
[2]: An error by the press, in all its glory.
[3]: The Point of Deviation. IOTL the First Lady was killed because Mun, while trying to shoot Park, shot her instead. ITTL he does not miss.
August 15, 1974.
The man sweated heavily in his seat. It was the height of summer, so it was not unreasonable for men like him to suffer in the heat. But this was not the case for Mun Se-gwang. He was sweating in anticipation for what was to come. Sitting in the back seat of the National Central Theater, Mun nervously patted his .38 revolver in his right pocket while he looked left and right in case somebody noticed the conspicuous bulge at his pants. I should’ve killed him then and there[1], he thought. Scum like him shouldn’t live a second more in this world. The scum he referred to stood up, walked up to the podium and started his speech.
“Dear citizens of the Republic of Korea, I celebrate with you the 29th anniversary of the liberation of our nation…”
Mun stood up from his seat. I need to get closer, he said to himself. One shot should only be necessary. He quickly walked over to the aisles. He walked down the steps toward the front, slowly this time. He should not be noticed until the final moment. He had prepared so many months for this. Ever since he had come from Japan, Mun played again and again in his head the glorious moment when he would liberate the Republic of Korea, when the damned President’s head was shot into the nothingness that he deserved to be. He put his hand in his pocket and lightly grabbed the gun, eyes fixed towards the man he knew was soon to live no more. Mun’s hands trembled. I’m almost there, he thought to himself as he walked closer. I’m almost
He felt the searing pain in his foot as he accidentally shot himself. The feeling of excruciating pain was ignored by Mun as he quickly got out his gun and started firing at the President. I must not miss, he thought, I must not miss!
But the president was already hiding behind the podium. The sound of the first shot was enough for him to dive for cover. People around Mun were screaming and running away, while security guards were shouting and shooting at him. In the havoc that erupted immediately after his fatal mistake, Mun cursed himself and his luck and shot angrily towards the stage until he was forcibly restrained.
Donga Daily
“President Park escapes Assassination”
Press secretary of the Blue House Kim Sung-jin released an overview on the assassination attempt of president Park at the National Central Theater during the opening ceremony of the 8.15 Liberation day celebrations; he stated that an unidentified individual tried to shoot at the president while he was reading the opening speech but failed and was immediately arrested.
Kim further stated that “the individual, who was seated at the front of the theater, suddenly stood up at 10:23 and tried to assassinate the president; the first bullet misfired[2], the second bullet ricocheted against the right side of the podium, and the third bullet hit Chief Bodyguard Park Jong-kyu in the arm[3]. The fourth and fifth bullets both hit the Korean flag hung on the opposite wall.”
Spit On My Grave – an ATL Thread on the Yushin Republic
[1]: His original plan was to assassinate the President at the main lobby.
[2]: An error by the press, in all its glory.
[3]: The Point of Deviation. IOTL the First Lady was killed because Mun, while trying to shoot Park, shot her instead. ITTL he does not miss.
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