Astoria International, military terminal
The military terminal in Astoria was a small, two-story building. It contained basically a few locker rooms, a situation room, a briefing room, bathrooms and, of course, a bar.
In fact, the two An-225s parked right next to it dwarfed the building in size. There were four Yak-130s from the PeZookian Air Force parked there, too, but they looked like ants next to elephants.
The conference was not like all the others. People were drafted from all around the area, mostly from shelters. Some police and military men slowly gravitated towards the building, attracted by the sight of the two landing planes, and they were put to use securing the area. Some bottled water was scavenged from the store, some canned food was opened and hastily prepared.
King Paul adressed the representatives from Byzantium and the Red Technocracy on board the RT An-225.
"Gentlemen, this situation is very different from what we've faced before...as you can all see. So far, we have received no information from the warring sides, but let me tell you what my intentions are here."
"I am afraid we will have to make concessions to the UAR. If they accept the offer for a conference, this means they are willing to talk, and that's quite a lot. I do intend to insist they end the bio-weapons program, but I want to actually negotiate for that. It does sound like betraying our principles, I know...but, well...there are two options: either we concede something to them, or we have nuclear war."
"Now, if we achieve a normalization of relations, and manage to get them to agree to destroy their bioweapons, I figure we've achieved success. ut the key here is to listen to their problems, and see if we can agree on anything. I'd like to avoid name-calling and blame-throwing."
"So...my proposal is that we concede the Libertopian issue to them. I don't know if they will consider it a fair trade for their bio-weapons, and I hope the MESS won't mind all that much. We can also agree to maintain the status-quo in The Neverhood, and sign non-agression pacts with both of them. I was hoping that in exchange for that, we can get them to end their bio-weapons program, reach some sort of nuclear weapons agreement reducing arms or maybe implementing a policy to store them disassembled in times of peace, get them to trade with us and engage in regular diplomatic intercourse."
Paul sighed.
"It's a longshot, and I may not have thought this through. Any thoughts?"
An intern was sitting nearby, transmitting the conference the the BR airship on the way towards PeZookia.
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It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
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Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
LRS Comanche, North of Saddamistan, Central Sea
The Massive claws dug deep into the muck, pulling the slimey cables out. With a snap the primary landlines from Saddamistan and Shepnukistan was broken. Farther to the Wesy, the Cherokee was snapping the cables that led to Tonkin and other neutrals. For the time being, Saddamistan would have rely on wireless and COMSAT, a difficult proposition, with the EW activity by the MESS, FUN, and Saddamistan itself.
Tradewind 2, in between Wilkonia and LSR
"Cargo Carrier, you will identify yourself immediately." The pilot said. The Operations officer came over the net.
"Nope, those fuckers aren't on GMMTS."
"An conveniently astride our landline to Wilkonia? Talley-ho, we're good to go!" Two Harpoons fired from the P-8, smashing the Rockville Princess to bits."
The Massive claws dug deep into the muck, pulling the slimey cables out. With a snap the primary landlines from Saddamistan and Shepnukistan was broken. Farther to the Wesy, the Cherokee was snapping the cables that led to Tonkin and other neutrals. For the time being, Saddamistan would have rely on wireless and COMSAT, a difficult proposition, with the EW activity by the MESS, FUN, and Saddamistan itself.
Tradewind 2, in between Wilkonia and LSR
"Cargo Carrier, you will identify yourself immediately." The pilot said. The Operations officer came over the net.
"Nope, those fuckers aren't on GMMTS."
"An conveniently astride our landline to Wilkonia? Talley-ho, we're good to go!" Two Harpoons fired from the P-8, smashing the Rockville Princess to bits."
"The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."
[OOC] 1st Airborne and 1st ADW have been withdrawn. Adrian[/OOC]
"The rifle itself has no moral stature, since it has no will of its own. Naturally, it may be used by evil men for evil purposes, but there are more good men than evil, and while the latter cannot be persuaded to the path of righteousness by propaganda, they can certainly be corrected by good men with rifles."
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"The enemies of the Emperor fear many things. They fear discovery, defeat, despair and death. Yet there is one thing they fear above all others. They fear the wrath of the Space Marines." - Anonymous
"This can't be good" - Sherriff Jack Carter
"By the Blood of Sanguinius" - Blood Angels Battlecry
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Astoria, PeZookia
Twilight
Shroom Force One landed while its pair of escorting F-22s continued to circle the skies - for a short while, at least. The SAF pilots too needed to land, to rest and relieve themselves.
Prime Minister Shroom the 777th, in a state of conscious catatonia, like a zombie, walked down the ramp and onto the red carpet - supported by his ex-SS man, Motto Skorzeny, and his secretary.
The young world leader looked ancient and wasted, seemingly gaunt, ravaged and on the verge of death.
It had just been a few hours, or was it days (he couldn't tell), when he had broken down in front of a telescreen-line to President Shep. A select few of Shroom's FUN friends were patched in on that one-sided conversation and saw how far the Prime Minister had fallen...
Yet now, despite looking like an emaciated eunuch, there was a kind of resolve in his eyes.
And the stench of alcohol in his breath.
"Hey Stas... Paul. What's up?"
This was it. PeZookia was a ghost-nation now. Citizens hiding in their homes, in the bunkers and fallout shelters. Just like Shroomania. There were no giant fortifications drilled inside mountains, but instead countless underground refuges beneath homes, beneath schools and hospitals, beneath buildings - made by the government, or constructed by affluent and well-to-do private citizens anticipating the advent of the apocalypse.
Paul and Stas solemnly greeted them.
"So, this is it, huh?" Shroom uttered. "This is the end."
He got the remote control and turned the TV on. Hopefully, there was something good.
LIVE on ShroomSatTV
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel
END'S ENTRANCE
To all our viewers.
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel will be taking a short break as our men and women take time a short time to contact their families and loved ones.
Those of you still watching, we advise you to do so as well. Be with your family and loved ones in this darkest of times.
To all of our viewers, thank you for watching.
We will be back on the air in a short time.
In the meanwhile, we will be broadcasting episodes of HUEG Kittens
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
Twilight
Shroom Force One landed while its pair of escorting F-22s continued to circle the skies - for a short while, at least. The SAF pilots too needed to land, to rest and relieve themselves.
Prime Minister Shroom the 777th, in a state of conscious catatonia, like a zombie, walked down the ramp and onto the red carpet - supported by his ex-SS man, Motto Skorzeny, and his secretary.
The young world leader looked ancient and wasted, seemingly gaunt, ravaged and on the verge of death.
It had just been a few hours, or was it days (he couldn't tell), when he had broken down in front of a telescreen-line to President Shep. A select few of Shroom's FUN friends were patched in on that one-sided conversation and saw how far the Prime Minister had fallen...
Yet now, despite looking like an emaciated eunuch, there was a kind of resolve in his eyes.
And the stench of alcohol in his breath.
"Hey Stas... Paul. What's up?"
This was it. PeZookia was a ghost-nation now. Citizens hiding in their homes, in the bunkers and fallout shelters. Just like Shroomania. There were no giant fortifications drilled inside mountains, but instead countless underground refuges beneath homes, beneath schools and hospitals, beneath buildings - made by the government, or constructed by affluent and well-to-do private citizens anticipating the advent of the apocalypse.
Paul and Stas solemnly greeted them.
"So, this is it, huh?" Shroom uttered. "This is the end."
He got the remote control and turned the TV on. Hopefully, there was something good.
LIVE on ShroomSatTV
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel
END'S ENTRANCE
To all our viewers.
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel will be taking a short break as our men and women take time a short time to contact their families and loved ones.
Those of you still watching, we advise you to do so as well. Be with your family and loved ones in this darkest of times.
To all of our viewers, thank you for watching.
We will be back on the air in a short time.
In the meanwhile, we will be broadcasting episodes of HUEG Kittens
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest
The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But youll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
"DO YOU WORSHIP HOMOSEXUALS?" - Curtis Saxton (source)shroom is a lovely boy and i wont hear a bad word against him - LUSY-CHAN!
Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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Imperial Chronicles
"And give Shepnukistan a free reign to butcher the Sultanate," the Emperor rasped bitterly. "Whatever. It is now out of our hands anyhow. If Shep wants to nuke just about everything around us, what difference does it make? We are dealing with not mad men, but rather men who have no conscience and just simply vindictiveness."
He looked around the sombre airfield and walked over the General Secretary of Red Technocracy and Prime Minister of Shroomania. Shaking the latter's hand, "It's been a while sirs, but I say, I wish we met in better times."
"Indeed, my friend. What a year it has been."
"What a year it has been," the Emperor echoed. Took out a bottle of wine and told the General Secretary and the Prime Minister, "I say we go to a corner and share this, like good old times."
"And give Shepnukistan a free reign to butcher the Sultanate," the Emperor rasped bitterly. "Whatever. It is now out of our hands anyhow. If Shep wants to nuke just about everything around us, what difference does it make? We are dealing with not mad men, but rather men who have no conscience and just simply vindictiveness."
He looked around the sombre airfield and walked over the General Secretary of Red Technocracy and Prime Minister of Shroomania. Shaking the latter's hand, "It's been a while sirs, but I say, I wish we met in better times."
"Indeed, my friend. What a year it has been."
"What a year it has been," the Emperor echoed. Took out a bottle of wine and told the General Secretary and the Prime Minister, "I say we go to a corner and share this, like good old times."
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Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia
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Q: Before you go to your little meeting there's someone I want you to see.
Colin looked at the image getting very cold. "you didn't just cure my diabeties and vision problems."
Q: Well there is the bi-polar mania how does that work out.
Colin: I was taking stabilizers, but I still can't believe you brought him into there.
Q: why can't you ever write about him.
Colin: It's not writers block, it's just that Jason Kramer is my darkside, the sum of the violence and hatred that I try to keep under control. Writing about him drains me, physically and emotionally.
Colin looked at the image getting very cold. "you didn't just cure my diabeties and vision problems."
Q: Well there is the bi-polar mania how does that work out.
Colin: I was taking stabilizers, but I still can't believe you brought him into there.
Q: why can't you ever write about him.
Colin: It's not writers block, it's just that Jason Kramer is my darkside, the sum of the violence and hatred that I try to keep under control. Writing about him drains me, physically and emotionally.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
"That's the thing, though...they didn't talk to us much. We don't know what it is they want with the Sultan, and we may hope to talk them out of it. Worst case scenario, we sacrifice the Sultanate for concessions from them.Fingolfin_Noldor wrote: "And give Shepnukistan a free reign to butcher the Sultanate," the Emperor rasped bitterly. "Whatever. It is now out of our hands anyhow. If Shep wants to nuke just about everything around us, what difference does it make? We are dealing with not mad men, but rather men who have no conscience and just simply vindictiveness."
It's a ruthless trade, to be sure. On the other hand, if the talks break down, we get death by hellfire anyway, so we really don't have anything to lose."
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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Sipping his wine, "No, they never ever intended to do so. They have been consistently belligerent in world affairs. No intention to negotiate, only demanding conditions, overlording over all of us. Bullying us into submission. Such bad faith can only mean that even if we achieve a deal today, it can be meaningless tomorrow at the whim of those who have nothing but malice."PeZook wrote:"That's the thing, though...they didn't talk to us much. We don't know what it is they want with the Sultan, and we may hope to talk them out of it. Worst case scenario, we sacrifice the Sultanate for concessions from them.
It's a ruthless trade, to be sure. On the other hand, if the talks break down, we get death by hellfire anyway, so we really don't have anything to lose."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia
"This is why I've been wondering what set of conditions would satisfy us. Biological disarmament, obviously. I mentioned nuclear accords...I don't want to grovel at their feet. We can do that without any conference at all.PeZook wrote: Sipping his wine, "No, they never ever intended to do so. They have been consistently belligerent in world affairs. No intention to negotiate, only demanding conditions, overlording over all of us. Bullying us into submission. Such bad faith can only mean that even if we achieve a deal today, it can be meaningless tomorrow at the whim of those who have nothing but malice."
In a way, you could say I am hoping that they are not, in fact, completely insane."
Paul sighed.
"Of course, with every passing hour, this hope falls just a tiny bit."
He turned towards the radio set.
"Any more replies, private?"
"No, sire. No more replies."
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
Signature dedicated to the greatest achievement of mankind.
MILDLY DERANGED PHYSICIST does not mind BREAKING the SOUND BARRIER, because it is INSURED. - Simon_Jester considering the problems of hypersonic flight for Team L.A.M.E.
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The Prime Minister graciously accepted the Emperor's offer to pour glass into his wine.
Then, to Heraclius: "Thank you, sir. You do have a point. When the time comes the FUN must to side with the MESS." It was just the four of them now, without anyone else. The last hurrah for the sane. "The FUN might not have any strategic deterrent, but we can help the MESS and make a difference. And we have to do it soon. If the UAR erodes at the MESS' capacity, like what they're now doing to Canissia, then when we do decide to act - it may be too late. I've received word that Adrianpolis has shifted to the UAR. Things are getting worse by the minute."
The Prime Minister rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"This 'conference' will come to nothing," he resolved, some light returning to his eyes. "As I have said, the New World is on the path to destruction. We must make our time."
[Mang. By virtue of time paradox, this post is meant to be chronologically *after* Fingolfin's post below this. TIME PARADOX! FISSION MAILED!]
Then, to Heraclius: "Thank you, sir. You do have a point. When the time comes the FUN must to side with the MESS." It was just the four of them now, without anyone else. The last hurrah for the sane. "The FUN might not have any strategic deterrent, but we can help the MESS and make a difference. And we have to do it soon. If the UAR erodes at the MESS' capacity, like what they're now doing to Canissia, then when we do decide to act - it may be too late. I've received word that Adrianpolis has shifted to the UAR. Things are getting worse by the minute."
The Prime Minister rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"This 'conference' will come to nothing," he resolved, some light returning to his eyes. "As I have said, the New World is on the path to destruction. We must make our time."
[Mang. By virtue of time paradox, this post is meant to be chronologically *after* Fingolfin's post below this. TIME PARADOX! FISSION MAILED!]
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Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
- PeZookShroom, I read out the stuff you write about us. You are an endless supply of morale down here. :p - an OWS street medic
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"To be honest sir, at this point in time, I'd believe just about anything. Even if my nation survives, quite likely a lot won't. The atmosphere across the world is nothing short of poisonous and bitter. Bitter because even the citizens know that there are powers to be who would do nothing but gloat over their deaths. Those who sigh in relief, either belong to those who have managed to stay out of world affairs, or those who profit from our destruction."PeZook wrote:"This is why I've been wondering what set of conditions would satisfy us. Biological disarmament, obviously. I mentioned nuclear accords...I don't want to grovel at their feet. We can do that without any conference at all.
In a way, you could say I am hoping that they are not, in fact, completely insane."
Finishing the wine and pouring some for the Prime Minister of Shroomania, the Emperor finished his statement, "To be frank, let them come. Either they choose to be honourable, or be vultures flying over our carcasses and our actions ring hollow."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia
"What the fuck, has everyone gotten bitten by the 'hey let's make war because it's fun!' bug?"
Adrian is a Goddamn idiot. But maybe his stupidity has given us a chance to avoid nuclear war...
"Send a message to the UAR, on all channels, quick!"
--MESSAGE TO THE UAR FROM THE MESS--
In light of the rogue and deporable actions of Adrianpolis in taking hostages of MESS personnel aiding in the relief of tsunami victims, we have little choice but to consider them a rogue nation.
To that end, we ask the UAR to reject Adrianpolis' attempts to align themselves with the alliance, and we seek the UAR's assistance in securing the release of those taken hostage who were only trying to help those harmed by a natural disaster.
While recent events between our two alliances have regrettably brought the world close to a total nuclear war, it is my hope that we can temporarily set aside our differences and come together to deal with those who would take aid workers hostage for their own petty ambitions. And thus showing the world that we can work together, that we can cooperate between one another, and allow all of us to discuss our differences honestly and openly at the table of diplomacy, not war.
It is our sincerest hope to hear from the UAR at the soonest, so we may work together in rescuing those taken hostage by a deranged madman at the soonest possible hour.
Adrian is a Goddamn idiot. But maybe his stupidity has given us a chance to avoid nuclear war...
"Send a message to the UAR, on all channels, quick!"
--MESSAGE TO THE UAR FROM THE MESS--
In light of the rogue and deporable actions of Adrianpolis in taking hostages of MESS personnel aiding in the relief of tsunami victims, we have little choice but to consider them a rogue nation.
To that end, we ask the UAR to reject Adrianpolis' attempts to align themselves with the alliance, and we seek the UAR's assistance in securing the release of those taken hostage who were only trying to help those harmed by a natural disaster.
While recent events between our two alliances have regrettably brought the world close to a total nuclear war, it is my hope that we can temporarily set aside our differences and come together to deal with those who would take aid workers hostage for their own petty ambitions. And thus showing the world that we can work together, that we can cooperate between one another, and allow all of us to discuss our differences honestly and openly at the table of diplomacy, not war.
It is our sincerest hope to hear from the UAR at the soonest, so we may work together in rescuing those taken hostage by a deranged madman at the soonest possible hour.
This is the price of war,
We rise with noble intentions,
And we risk all that is pure..." - Angela & Jeff van Dyck, Forever (Rome: Total War)
"On and on, through the years,
The war continues on..." - Angela & Jeff van Dyck, We Are All One (Medieval 2: Total War)
"Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is more important than fear." - Ambrose Redmoon
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain." - Harvey Dent, The Dark Knight
The radio calls from Pezookia had been heard in Indhopal, and The President and the prime Minister immediately tried to send a response. They also transmitted to anyone that would listen that a conference was underway.
"Indhopal is willing to do whatever is necessary to avoid nuclear war, and all of our and ProTec's assets are on the table."
In the mountains of Alexandria, a ProTec team with a satcom was somehow able to find the Iron General. When told of the hasty conference, he too got on the line, although it came in and out.]
"Gentlemen, this whole situation has been most unfortunate. Alexandria is likely to be devastated by a war, even if no weapons fall on it. I too, am willing to make major concessions if it will avoid a holocaust."
"Indhopal is willing to do whatever is necessary to avoid nuclear war, and all of our and ProTec's assets are on the table."
In the mountains of Alexandria, a ProTec team with a satcom was somehow able to find the Iron General. When told of the hasty conference, he too got on the line, although it came in and out.]
"Gentlemen, this whole situation has been most unfortunate. Alexandria is likely to be devastated by a war, even if no weapons fall on it. I too, am willing to make major concessions if it will avoid a holocaust."
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"Traitorous swine," the Emperor spat on the ground. "I was too far away to help and my limited resources meant I can only help the Diocese, but this treacherous fool went as far as take MESS vessels and personnel hostage."Shroom Man 777 wrote:The Prime Minister graciously accepted the Emperor's offer to pour glass into his wine.
Then, to Heraclius: "Thank you, sir. You do have a point. When the time comes the FUN must to side with the MESS." It was just the four of them now, without anyone else. The last hurrah for the sane. "The FUN might not have any strategic deterrent, but we can help the MESS and make a difference. And we have to do it soon. If the UAR erodes at the MESS' capacity, like what they're now doing to Canissia, then when we do decide to act - it may be too late. I've received word that Adrianpolis has shifted to the UAR. Things are getting worse by the minute."
The Prime Minister rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"This 'conference' will come to nothing," he resolved, some light returning to his eyes. "As I have said, the New World is on the path to destruction. We must make our time."
[Mang. By virtue of time paradox, this post is meant to be chronologically *after* Fingolfin's post below this. TIME PARADOX! FISSION MAILED!]
"Will the UAR take bait? Depends how deplorable they have become. I wouldn't put it past them to take up Adrianapolis' offer."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
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"Adrianopolis did what?" Arik asked, his face dark with anger. "That fucking Judas. He could have just bowed out and gone neutral, like Shroom and Bear, but he had to go and join the fucking UAR? Jeezus, I thought he had more testicular fortitude than that."
Arik pace the deck of the zepp, and finally dictated his response.
"Adrianopolis has gone Case Black. Sieze any and all assets or investments, sieze their aircraft or ships in port. Shoot-down of Adrianopolis aircraft is authorized, all crews will be held as POWs until hostilities are ended. Oh, yeah-- announce unrestricted warfare against Adrianopolis naval assets."
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RMS Copperhead
Royal Navy Southern Seas Fleet
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Captain Ben Ramm muttered as he looked through the scope. A surface contact had been picked up earlier, and the quielt little diesel-electric had set itself up, laying in wait as it apoproached.
"Blade count pegged this guy as a merchant, looks like we got one," he confirmed. "Adrianopolis headed to home port. Doesn't want to get caught out in the rain..." Captain Ramm already had the tubes loaded.
"Angle on the bow, twenty-one degrees starboard... he's riding high, not very loaded and moving fast. Give me two fish." Captain Ramm had a near-textbook-perfect set-up, but the Adrianopolis merchant ship was in a hurry, panicking to home port so as not to be misteken for a MESS ship and accidentally fired on by a Shepnukistani bomber. I guess they didn't get the memo, Ramm thought, Their boss couldn't just bow out and declare neutrality, nooo... he had to go and join the other side.
"Flood forward tube."
"Forward tube flooded, aye."
"Open outer doors."
"Outer doors opened, aye."
"Gyros set and matched,sir."
"Set and matched," Ramm acknowledged. "Final Bearing..."
"Final bearing good, set solution."
"Set solution, aye."
"And... fire one."
"Fire one, aye."
"Fire two."
"Fire two, aye."
The tell-tale streaks of torpedo wake lanced towards the Adrianopolis freighter, whose crew seemed oblivious. There'd never been a major war on Nova Terra, just brushfires, and no fleet actions-- the civilian crew really didn't know to watch for anything, and even if they did, they'd not have a clear expectation of what it was to watch for. They just hunkered in their ship, secure in its bright civilian paint scheme and obvious intent towards port.
Of course, Captain Ramm, also, had no experience, either, beyond training. An experienced commander could have taken the ship in one torpedo, but Ramm knew he was not an expereinced commander and accepted his limitations. He'd fired two for insurance, and he was glad he did. The first torpedo skirted just past the bow; the second one slammed into the hull with a resounding, and catastrophic, detonantion.
The freighter kept going, but with a new cloud of sea-spray arcing up from its bow. The now-deformed hull was deflecting water at odd angles, causing the ship to shudder and vibrate as it contuinued to push through the sea. THe hole in the hull was small, but faced a forward 3/4 angle and small though it was, still acted like a scoop, forcing tons of seawater into the hull at fire-hose pressure.
For a moment, the freighter crew was too stunned to react. They had to conceptualize what had just happened, and in fact many thought that they had collided with something, or that something in the ship had blown up. The XO recovered first, and sounded the alarm for Damage Control.
The ship began to heel slightly to starboard, the hydronynamics of th ebow serving as a sea anchor, a brake against the water. The force of the seawater crashing into the ruptured steel was greater than a thousand sledgehammers pounding away, and seams and microfissures began to spread as the structural integrity around the hole spread. On the bridge, the Captain and XO argued about whether to speed up and try to maneuver, or slow down to lessen the slow crumbling of the hull.
The decision was thrown by information from the damage control team. In order to get any headway on the rupture, they had to come to a stop-- or just close watertight doors around the break, seal it off, counterflood some of the port stern for balance, and limp home. The Captain bowed to the inevitable.
"Get the damage teams outta there," he said, "Close all watertight doors as soon as we have confirmation that everyone's out, and counterflood aft sections. Is there a distress call out yet?"
"Aye, sir," the radioman said.
The ship was coasting to a stop, but it would take awhile-- several hundred thousand tons do not slow easily. As it did, Captain Ramm had plenty of time to plot his next firing solution.
THe third-- and final-- topredo slammed into the starboard rear quarter, a clean and powerful hit that brought water gushing into one compartment and making headway into another.
"All hands, abandon ship!" the merchant captain called. Captain Ramm, beneath the waves, watched as the crew swarmed to lifeboats and went through their evacuation drills. A white-beared fellow with a knit cap on directed the actions, obviously the captain. Ramm watched in silent admiration as the old man saw to his crew first, even as the ship began to heel dangerously, before getting on the last boat himself.
"Did they get out a distress call?" Ramm asked. The communications rating acknowledged they did. "Alright, there'll be choppers inbound, then. Let's make ourselves scarce..."
Results:
Adrianopolis reaps the reward of treachery.
"Adrianopolis did what?" Arik asked, his face dark with anger. "That fucking Judas. He could have just bowed out and gone neutral, like Shroom and Bear, but he had to go and join the fucking UAR? Jeezus, I thought he had more testicular fortitude than that."
Arik pace the deck of the zepp, and finally dictated his response.
"Adrianopolis has gone Case Black. Sieze any and all assets or investments, sieze their aircraft or ships in port. Shoot-down of Adrianopolis aircraft is authorized, all crews will be held as POWs until hostilities are ended. Oh, yeah-- announce unrestricted warfare against Adrianopolis naval assets."
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RMS Copperhead
Royal Navy Southern Seas Fleet
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Captain Ben Ramm muttered as he looked through the scope. A surface contact had been picked up earlier, and the quielt little diesel-electric had set itself up, laying in wait as it apoproached.
"Blade count pegged this guy as a merchant, looks like we got one," he confirmed. "Adrianopolis headed to home port. Doesn't want to get caught out in the rain..." Captain Ramm already had the tubes loaded.
"Angle on the bow, twenty-one degrees starboard... he's riding high, not very loaded and moving fast. Give me two fish." Captain Ramm had a near-textbook-perfect set-up, but the Adrianopolis merchant ship was in a hurry, panicking to home port so as not to be misteken for a MESS ship and accidentally fired on by a Shepnukistani bomber. I guess they didn't get the memo, Ramm thought, Their boss couldn't just bow out and declare neutrality, nooo... he had to go and join the other side.
"Flood forward tube."
"Forward tube flooded, aye."
"Open outer doors."
"Outer doors opened, aye."
"Gyros set and matched,sir."
"Set and matched," Ramm acknowledged. "Final Bearing..."
"Final bearing good, set solution."
"Set solution, aye."
"And... fire one."
"Fire one, aye."
"Fire two."
"Fire two, aye."
The tell-tale streaks of torpedo wake lanced towards the Adrianopolis freighter, whose crew seemed oblivious. There'd never been a major war on Nova Terra, just brushfires, and no fleet actions-- the civilian crew really didn't know to watch for anything, and even if they did, they'd not have a clear expectation of what it was to watch for. They just hunkered in their ship, secure in its bright civilian paint scheme and obvious intent towards port.
Of course, Captain Ramm, also, had no experience, either, beyond training. An experienced commander could have taken the ship in one torpedo, but Ramm knew he was not an expereinced commander and accepted his limitations. He'd fired two for insurance, and he was glad he did. The first torpedo skirted just past the bow; the second one slammed into the hull with a resounding, and catastrophic, detonantion.
The freighter kept going, but with a new cloud of sea-spray arcing up from its bow. The now-deformed hull was deflecting water at odd angles, causing the ship to shudder and vibrate as it contuinued to push through the sea. THe hole in the hull was small, but faced a forward 3/4 angle and small though it was, still acted like a scoop, forcing tons of seawater into the hull at fire-hose pressure.
For a moment, the freighter crew was too stunned to react. They had to conceptualize what had just happened, and in fact many thought that they had collided with something, or that something in the ship had blown up. The XO recovered first, and sounded the alarm for Damage Control.
The ship began to heel slightly to starboard, the hydronynamics of th ebow serving as a sea anchor, a brake against the water. The force of the seawater crashing into the ruptured steel was greater than a thousand sledgehammers pounding away, and seams and microfissures began to spread as the structural integrity around the hole spread. On the bridge, the Captain and XO argued about whether to speed up and try to maneuver, or slow down to lessen the slow crumbling of the hull.
The decision was thrown by information from the damage control team. In order to get any headway on the rupture, they had to come to a stop-- or just close watertight doors around the break, seal it off, counterflood some of the port stern for balance, and limp home. The Captain bowed to the inevitable.
"Get the damage teams outta there," he said, "Close all watertight doors as soon as we have confirmation that everyone's out, and counterflood aft sections. Is there a distress call out yet?"
"Aye, sir," the radioman said.
The ship was coasting to a stop, but it would take awhile-- several hundred thousand tons do not slow easily. As it did, Captain Ramm had plenty of time to plot his next firing solution.
THe third-- and final-- topredo slammed into the starboard rear quarter, a clean and powerful hit that brought water gushing into one compartment and making headway into another.
"All hands, abandon ship!" the merchant captain called. Captain Ramm, beneath the waves, watched as the crew swarmed to lifeboats and went through their evacuation drills. A white-beared fellow with a knit cap on directed the actions, obviously the captain. Ramm watched in silent admiration as the old man saw to his crew first, even as the ship began to heel dangerously, before getting on the last boat himself.
"Did they get out a distress call?" Ramm asked. The communications rating acknowledged they did. "Alright, there'll be choppers inbound, then. Let's make ourselves scarce..."
Results:
Adrianopolis reaps the reward of treachery.
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Something about Libertarianism always bothered me. Then one day, I realized what it was:
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
Libertarian philosophy can be boiled down to the phrase, "Work Will Make You Free."
In Libertarianism, there is no Government, so the Bosses are free to exploit the Workers.
In Communism, there is no Government, so the Workers are free to exploit the Bosses.
So in Libertarianism, man exploits man, but in Communism, its the other way around!
If all you want to do is have some harmless, mindless fun, go H3RE INST3ADZ0RZ!!
Grrr! Fight my Brute, you pansy!
January 2nd 2011 Riverhome, UKB
The splash of the river was a quiet thunder in the background of life here at the King's woodland retreat. The wind had the bite of a chill but because of it's low-land nature there was no snow here. Snow was rare in this world, unless you were in Tian Xia you likely never saw snow. Even now it was what? 56*F/13C?
He did not care however, his plan for saving this world had fallen apart, he slammed a fist into his leg, when the UAR had been created all his beautiful plans had been for naught. And his backup plans were not pretty ones, effective but not pretty.
He turned knowing who would be standing behind him....
"Q? Come to mock my failures again?"
The being called Q smiled, "Oh come now, your all so gloomy, it's almost not fun anymore, look how your monkey minds see the coming doom and recoil from it. Two days ago everyone was ready to do or die but now?" It's grin grew wider, "Now you run and you hide because you know your apocalypses is at hand and it's all of your own making. Some of you want to run and hide but now I know if I allow that, it will ruin the game."
The King look blank for a moment then it came to him, "The Portals?"
There was flash suddenly Q stood there a dirty t-shirt and jeans wearing a hardhat and carrying a clipboard. "We apologist for any technical difficulties but it seems our multidimensional gate-ways are due for a serving, I'm sure will get the parts in by next Tuesday, or maybe Tuesday next month" The grin was almost Cheshire-Cat size now "Or maybe next year"
"The game won't be as good if you can simply give up and go home, you want your apocalypse by Me, your going to take it, and see it through" Q stated.
The King sprung to his feet, despair gone, "By Allah, Buddah, Yaweh and Xenu... there's a chance, a chance now." He grinned all teeth at a confused looking Q.
"I still have one card left to play!"
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World Conference Called, January 5th in Atlantis, details to follow, President Sheppard has agreed to attend in person
The splash of the river was a quiet thunder in the background of life here at the King's woodland retreat. The wind had the bite of a chill but because of it's low-land nature there was no snow here. Snow was rare in this world, unless you were in Tian Xia you likely never saw snow. Even now it was what? 56*F/13C?
He did not care however, his plan for saving this world had fallen apart, he slammed a fist into his leg, when the UAR had been created all his beautiful plans had been for naught. And his backup plans were not pretty ones, effective but not pretty.
He turned knowing who would be standing behind him....
"Q? Come to mock my failures again?"
The being called Q smiled, "Oh come now, your all so gloomy, it's almost not fun anymore, look how your monkey minds see the coming doom and recoil from it. Two days ago everyone was ready to do or die but now?" It's grin grew wider, "Now you run and you hide because you know your apocalypses is at hand and it's all of your own making. Some of you want to run and hide but now I know if I allow that, it will ruin the game."
The King look blank for a moment then it came to him, "The Portals?"
There was flash suddenly Q stood there a dirty t-shirt and jeans wearing a hardhat and carrying a clipboard. "We apologist for any technical difficulties but it seems our multidimensional gate-ways are due for a serving, I'm sure will get the parts in by next Tuesday, or maybe Tuesday next month" The grin was almost Cheshire-Cat size now "Or maybe next year"
"The game won't be as good if you can simply give up and go home, you want your apocalypse by Me, your going to take it, and see it through" Q stated.
The King sprung to his feet, despair gone, "By Allah, Buddah, Yaweh and Xenu... there's a chance, a chance now." He grinned all teeth at a confused looking Q.
"I still have one card left to play!"
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World Conference Called, January 5th in Atlantis, details to follow, President Sheppard has agreed to attend in person
"A cult is a religion with no political power." -Tom Wolfe
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Nukistani E-4B NEACP
After landing at a nondescript military airfield in Shepnukistan to replenish it's oil reservoirs, which were running low after almost most of a day spent in the air; the E-4B took off with the President bound for Atlantis.
Meanwhile, two other E-4Bs were in the air, one with the Vice President of the Republic of Shepnukistan; John Nance Garner the Fifth; and the other with the Speaker of the House, Thomas R. Marshall; in case anything happened to the Presidental E-4B.
After landing at a nondescript military airfield in Shepnukistan to replenish it's oil reservoirs, which were running low after almost most of a day spent in the air; the E-4B took off with the President bound for Atlantis.
Meanwhile, two other E-4Bs were in the air, one with the Vice President of the Republic of Shepnukistan; John Nance Garner the Fifth; and the other with the Speaker of the House, Thomas R. Marshall; in case anything happened to the Presidental E-4B.
"If scientists and inventors who develop disease cures and useful technologies don't get lifetime royalties, I'd like to know what fucking rationale you have for some guy getting lifetime royalties for writing an episode of Full House." - Mike Wong
"The present air situation in the Pacific is entirely the result of fighting a fifth rate air power." - U.S. Navy Memo - 24 July 1944
"The present air situation in the Pacific is entirely the result of fighting a fifth rate air power." - U.S. Navy Memo - 24 July 1944
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The Prime Minister carefully considered the UKB address to the world's leaders. King Blackadder was a magnificent bastard, no doubt. A magnificent bastard who would not bear to see the achievements of all his magnificent bastardry go down in nuclear fire.
The Prime Minister gulped down the last of the red liquid remaining in his goblet and regarded Heraclius, Paul and Stas.
"Gentlemen, shall we? It seems as though we have an appointment to catch."
The Prime Minister carefully considered the UKB address to the world's leaders. King Blackadder was a magnificent bastard, no doubt. A magnificent bastard who would not bear to see the achievements of all his magnificent bastardry go down in nuclear fire.
The Prime Minister gulped down the last of the red liquid remaining in his goblet and regarded Heraclius, Paul and Stas.
"Gentlemen, shall we? It seems as though we have an appointment to catch."
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Excerpt of secure phone conversation between Grand Duke and Prime Minister of the Qudlivun Free State
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: I imagine you household staff isn't too thrilled with Your Grace.
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: They'll be cleaning this place out for the next month from just this one event. It was fun though and I do believe it lightened the nation's mood.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Entirely possible though I imagine you really didn't have fun. I still remember that New Year's celebration in 2003 at that club. I've never seen someone so miserable.
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I hate you.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Have you been keeping up with the UAR/MESS conflict?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: Sadly yes. I'm none too thrilled about what is happening but our neutrality is for the best. We have currently no means of response outside our own territory anyway without basically throwing away our assets.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: What about the conference?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I'll attend personally as an observer with a support staff from the Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Please have the appropriate staff make commercial air arrangements.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Are you sure that is wise, Your Grace?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I'm getting tired of all of the dirty looks from the household staff. I need an excuse to get out of the Palace. On the plus side sending me, I hope, makes an impression that I'm still not concerned about war coming to our shores.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: As you wish, Your Grace. I'll have the arrangements made and dispatch the necessary notifications.
RESULTS
• The Grand Duke of the Qudlivun Free State will be attending the 5 January, 2011 conference personally as an observer. He'll be joined by a small staff from the Ministry for Foreign Affairs.
• The delegation will fly commercial air.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: I imagine you household staff isn't too thrilled with Your Grace.
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: They'll be cleaning this place out for the next month from just this one event. It was fun though and I do believe it lightened the nation's mood.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Entirely possible though I imagine you really didn't have fun. I still remember that New Year's celebration in 2003 at that club. I've never seen someone so miserable.
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I hate you.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Have you been keeping up with the UAR/MESS conflict?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: Sadly yes. I'm none too thrilled about what is happening but our neutrality is for the best. We have currently no means of response outside our own territory anyway without basically throwing away our assets.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: What about the conference?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I'll attend personally as an observer with a support staff from the Ministry for Foreign Affairs. Please have the appropriate staff make commercial air arrangements.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: Are you sure that is wise, Your Grace?
Grand Duke Vohu Manah: I'm getting tired of all of the dirty looks from the household staff. I need an excuse to get out of the Palace. On the plus side sending me, I hope, makes an impression that I'm still not concerned about war coming to our shores.
Prime Minister Armaiti Mazda: As you wish, Your Grace. I'll have the arrangements made and dispatch the necessary notifications.
RESULTS
• The Grand Duke of the Qudlivun Free State will be attending the 5 January, 2011 conference personally as an observer. He'll be joined by a small staff from the Ministry for Foreign Affairs.
• The delegation will fly commercial air.
“There are two kinds of people in the world: the kind who think it’s perfectly reasonable to strip-search a 13-year-old girl suspected of bringing ibuprofen to school, and the kind who think those people should be kept as far away from children as possible … Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between drug warriors and child molesters.” - Jacob Sullum[/size][/align]
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"Thank...I don't know who. Yeah, I think we should go. My staff dispersed themselves,though...mind if I hitch a ride on one of your planes?"
"Thank...I don't know who. Yeah, I think we should go. My staff dispersed themselves,though...mind if I hitch a ride on one of your planes?"
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
- NEIL ARMSTRONG, MISSION COMMANDER, APOLLO 11
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King Andrenas to Conference
The King, acting in his role as First Administrator, and de facto XO, of the MESS will today travel by Royal Air Force transport to Atlantis. Speculation has been rampant since the UKBs call for an international conference and commentators have wondered at the King traveling in such tense times.
The Herald of the Court did provide this much to anxious reporters:
"His majesty has always held that life is too important to be wasted without every effort being given to saving it. As such he is, on behalf of the MESS, traveling to meet with Blackadder and Shepnukistan as well as any others who may arrive. That being said the King carries with him the full weight and authority of the MESS and as such will not allow the core principals of international concord to be breached. We have stood by and restrained ourselves despite UNPROVOKED and NUCLEAR attacks upon our allies. In this case President Sheppared has erred and cast the lot of the world into balance for his own personal amusement. The King and the MESS know that unless this lunatic can be talked down there is little prospect for the world. Having said that whatever prospect remains must be taken if there is a chance for peace, peace that is lasting and just, then we must seek it."
At the same time evacuations have been temporarily suspended and Wilkonian ports have re-opened to civilian traffic even as the airspace remains closed. Price controls have been placed in effect to discourage hoarding and civil defense teams continue to work on adding civilain shelters throughout Wilkonia. Rush work continues apace on the subway lines throughout Columbia, Laurel, Elkridge, Ellicott City, and Mt Airy to harden the ventiallation system to be able to provide shelter for large parts of the populace in the tunnels and stations.
The King, acting in his role as First Administrator, and de facto XO, of the MESS will today travel by Royal Air Force transport to Atlantis. Speculation has been rampant since the UKBs call for an international conference and commentators have wondered at the King traveling in such tense times.
The Herald of the Court did provide this much to anxious reporters:
"His majesty has always held that life is too important to be wasted without every effort being given to saving it. As such he is, on behalf of the MESS, traveling to meet with Blackadder and Shepnukistan as well as any others who may arrive. That being said the King carries with him the full weight and authority of the MESS and as such will not allow the core principals of international concord to be breached. We have stood by and restrained ourselves despite UNPROVOKED and NUCLEAR attacks upon our allies. In this case President Sheppared has erred and cast the lot of the world into balance for his own personal amusement. The King and the MESS know that unless this lunatic can be talked down there is little prospect for the world. Having said that whatever prospect remains must be taken if there is a chance for peace, peace that is lasting and just, then we must seek it."
At the same time evacuations have been temporarily suspended and Wilkonian ports have re-opened to civilian traffic even as the airspace remains closed. Price controls have been placed in effect to discourage hoarding and civil defense teams continue to work on adding civilain shelters throughout Wilkonia. Rush work continues apace on the subway lines throughout Columbia, Laurel, Elkridge, Ellicott City, and Mt Airy to harden the ventiallation system to be able to provide shelter for large parts of the populace in the tunnels and stations.
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MEMBER of the Anti-PETA Anti-Facist LEAGUE
"I put no stock in religion. By the word religion I have seen the lunacy of fanatics of every denomination be called the will of god. I have seen too much religion in the eyes of too many murderers. Holiness is in right action, and courage on behalf of those who cannot defend themselves, and goodness. "
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"I've always got a free seat for you, buddy." Shroom said to King Paul, not at all with any hint of subtext.
As they both walked up the stairway to Shroom Force One, the plane already preparing to taxi, he then said: "Come on. Let's try to save the world."
"I've always got a free seat for you, buddy." Shroom said to King Paul, not at all with any hint of subtext.
As they both walked up the stairway to Shroom Force One, the plane already preparing to taxi, he then said: "Come on. Let's try to save the world."
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Shit! Man, I didn't think of that! It took Shroom to properly interpret the screams of dying people
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The President of Indhopal, Raj Ahten, got on a small JEt to got o Atlantis. The PRime Minister didn't go in case the plane was shot down by one of the many CAPs or SAM sites that were on alert.
Upon hearing of the Conference, General Alexander also made his way to it. A ProTec Antonov landed in a field and picked him up. This was too important to send a proxy. Overflight and refueling rghts had to be worked out on the way. Stressfull to say the least.
Upon hearing of the Conference, General Alexander also made his way to it. A ProTec Antonov landed in a field and picked him up. This was too important to send a proxy. Overflight and refueling rghts had to be worked out on the way. Stressfull to say the least.
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Imperial Chronicles
"You know what, we have had lots of these conferences before on Atlantis, but sometimes I have to question the value of these conferences. Even if I go, are we going to achieve something of value, or some joke of a peace? Shepnukistan remains unrepentant, and really, do we stand to gain anything from an agreement with Shepnukistan aside from a peace or truce at best?" the Emperor told his advisers. The advisers remained silent.
"No, I tell you this, this meeting is doomed only to failure unless everyone at the table finally takes this meeting seriously and quits acting as if they have the whole world at their beck and call and respects everyone. Quite frankly, Shepnukistan regards us all only with contempt. Contempt that I regard is not conducive at all for any meaningful discussion whatsoever. Never mind that UKB has proven less than trustworthy, and now you even have nonsense such as that in Adrianapolis. And Saddamistan refuses to attend while he rants about the MESS' supposed belligerence.
Make no mistake. I am attending, but don't expect that anything positive. At best a shouting match."
"You know what, we have had lots of these conferences before on Atlantis, but sometimes I have to question the value of these conferences. Even if I go, are we going to achieve something of value, or some joke of a peace? Shepnukistan remains unrepentant, and really, do we stand to gain anything from an agreement with Shepnukistan aside from a peace or truce at best?" the Emperor told his advisers. The advisers remained silent.
"No, I tell you this, this meeting is doomed only to failure unless everyone at the table finally takes this meeting seriously and quits acting as if they have the whole world at their beck and call and respects everyone. Quite frankly, Shepnukistan regards us all only with contempt. Contempt that I regard is not conducive at all for any meaningful discussion whatsoever. Never mind that UKB has proven less than trustworthy, and now you even have nonsense such as that in Adrianapolis. And Saddamistan refuses to attend while he rants about the MESS' supposed belligerence.
Make no mistake. I am attending, but don't expect that anything positive. At best a shouting match."
Your spirit, diseased as it is, refuses to allow you to give up, no matter what threats you face... and whatever wreckage you leave behind you.
Kreia