A year.
A whole year of world peace.
And they had said he couldn't do it.
Adrian Veidt leaned back in his chair, sipping champagne contentedly and skimming the menu. Just one year later, and everything was still going perfectly smoothly.
The media was commemorating the day as the anniversary of a tragedy, of course. Adrian privately preferred to see it as a day of triumph.
A blond couple on the other side of the restaurant caught his eye. The man was sporting a rather ugly moustache and they were holding hands across the table. After studying them for a moment, Adrian smiled slightly to himself.
He had a feeling they wouldn't be celebrating tonight.
Adrian looked back down at his menu and waved the waiter over.
He ordered calamari.
Happy Squid Day, everybody! I just happened to notice the date and figured I'd try a little drabble.