St. Basil's Cathedral, 10:13 AM
- Brothers, this is a dangerous game, - spoke a shadowy voice in a small cell, deep in the underground bunker under the Monastery.
- So far the hand of God has guided us, - spoke a bearded man. In the soft candle light his face was hard to recognize, but apparently it was the Patriarch. - We have achieved a triumph; we are recognized.
- What of the heretics? - the shadow seemed reluctant. - They are militant. They declare a jihad against us earlier.
- Remember, they, too, can be saved. We shall back their acceptance as a sovereign nation, because that would require them stopping the Jihad. Ultimately, if they don't, the OMSK will have to interfere, for it would mean a war declaration, and this would only be beneficial to us.
- Shall I send the letter then? - spoke the shadow.
- Please do, Sister. Please, do.
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Official Saddamistan communiqué to the nations of the OMSK Treaty
In this times of aggressive posturing by the warmonger Mess, Saddmistan welcomes the OMSK decision to withdraw major naval units from threatening positions. Saddmistan recognizes that OMSK most act to defend its self from the seemingly imminent threat of the warmonger adventurist Mess, which seeks only to deprive foreign nations of sovereignty into is union of exploitation.
In this times of aggressive posturing by the warmonger Mess, Saddmistan welcomes the OMSK decision to withdraw major naval units from threatening positions. Saddmistan recognizes that OMSK most act to defend its self from the seemingly imminent threat of the warmonger adventurist Mess, which seeks only to deprive foreign nations of sovereignty into is union of exploitation.
"This cult of special forces is as sensible as to form a Royal Corps of Tree Climbers and say that no soldier who does not wear its green hat with a bunch of oak leaves stuck in it should be expected to climb a tree"
— Field Marshal William Slim 1956
— Field Marshal William Slim 1956
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Somewhere in the Saddamistani Sea, off the coast of Terra Libertia
The M1908 pattern moored contact mine had broken free of it's chain six months ago, due to poor quality control; and now was floating to wherever the currents took it. As chance would have it; the currents took it into the path of the Lone Star Republic's Texas CSG.
Chance further intervened, as the currents moved it away from a position where the Texas would hit it; and instead, it moved into the path of the Abilene.....
Four Hours Later
Photograph of the Abilene Mine Damage
"Sir, the Abilene has reported that they've stopped the flooding and have restored auxilary power; they're no longer in immediate danger of sinking. They're reporting at least two dozen or more casualties; and several fatalities," reported an aide to RADM Barley.
"The SH-60s have managed to locate another mine, and we're sending divers out to render it safe for inspection; initial reports are it's a very rusty Russian M1908 mine with contact exploders."
[OOC; I have Skimmer's permission to post this; and I'm not going to spend a lot of time writing this, and I don't know navy speak as well as Lonestar so...Anyway; it's based on the fact that in typical saddamistani style, skimmer would have heavily mined the straits between Saddamistan and Terra Libertia; and that there is a very statistically significant chance of enough mines breaking loose to pose a free floating threat. Plus Saddamistani mine planters who would watch over the fields and maintain them are busy planting new fields in responce to the massive naval threat VERY close offshore...
Normally, this would not be a problem, since the ocean is a very large place; but the waters of the SDN Archipelago are very constricted, raising the probability of a rogue mine hit. This is increased ever further by the heavy and close MESS naval patrols in that region...[/OOC]
The M1908 pattern moored contact mine had broken free of it's chain six months ago, due to poor quality control; and now was floating to wherever the currents took it. As chance would have it; the currents took it into the path of the Lone Star Republic's Texas CSG.
Chance further intervened, as the currents moved it away from a position where the Texas would hit it; and instead, it moved into the path of the Abilene.....
Four Hours Later
Photograph of the Abilene Mine Damage
"Sir, the Abilene has reported that they've stopped the flooding and have restored auxilary power; they're no longer in immediate danger of sinking. They're reporting at least two dozen or more casualties; and several fatalities," reported an aide to RADM Barley.
"The SH-60s have managed to locate another mine, and we're sending divers out to render it safe for inspection; initial reports are it's a very rusty Russian M1908 mine with contact exploders."
[OOC; I have Skimmer's permission to post this; and I'm not going to spend a lot of time writing this, and I don't know navy speak as well as Lonestar so...Anyway; it's based on the fact that in typical saddamistani style, skimmer would have heavily mined the straits between Saddamistan and Terra Libertia; and that there is a very statistically significant chance of enough mines breaking loose to pose a free floating threat. Plus Saddamistani mine planters who would watch over the fields and maintain them are busy planting new fields in responce to the massive naval threat VERY close offshore...
Normally, this would not be a problem, since the ocean is a very large place; but the waters of the SDN Archipelago are very constricted, raising the probability of a rogue mine hit. This is increased ever further by the heavy and close MESS naval patrols in that region...[/OOC]
"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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Shortly After the Mining of Abilene
The Saddamistani patrol aircraft radio code named Ocean Reaper-7 was a Br.1150 Atlantique, a twin engine medium sized imported product, extensively used by the Saddamistani Navy, and Marine Boarder Guards. The attack avionics officer couldn’t help but notice the intensive radio chatter stemming from the mining, and boldly approached. The Atlantique could accommodate four external anti ship missiles, but for her current stories she only had four internally stored lightweight torpedoes. The crew boldly approached the Abilene, flying a moderate speed and altitude. The clearing smoke and damage was apparent even from a distance as the Saddamistani plane circled twice. Then, in a move utterly unexpected by the crew on deck ,a few clutching Stinger missile launchers as the ships only working air defence, the Atlantique zoomed past just astern, and dropped three emergency lift rafts with basic supplies into the water alongside as it did, before turning and flying away. A replacement snopper plane, for Ocean Reaper-7 had been low on fuel after long hours at low level, was not far away however.
The Saddamistani patrol aircraft radio code named Ocean Reaper-7 was a Br.1150 Atlantique, a twin engine medium sized imported product, extensively used by the Saddamistani Navy, and Marine Boarder Guards. The attack avionics officer couldn’t help but notice the intensive radio chatter stemming from the mining, and boldly approached. The Atlantique could accommodate four external anti ship missiles, but for her current stories she only had four internally stored lightweight torpedoes. The crew boldly approached the Abilene, flying a moderate speed and altitude. The clearing smoke and damage was apparent even from a distance as the Saddamistani plane circled twice. Then, in a move utterly unexpected by the crew on deck ,a few clutching Stinger missile launchers as the ships only working air defence, the Atlantique zoomed past just astern, and dropped three emergency lift rafts with basic supplies into the water alongside as it did, before turning and flying away. A replacement snopper plane, for Ocean Reaper-7 had been low on fuel after long hours at low level, was not far away however.
"This cult of special forces is as sensible as to form a Royal Corps of Tree Climbers and say that no soldier who does not wear its green hat with a bunch of oak leaves stuck in it should be expected to climb a tree"
— Field Marshal William Slim 1956
— Field Marshal William Slim 1956
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Underground Bunker, somewhere in the Northern Sultanate
"Your highness, Muhammad Majidi, the qadi of Al-Freedom, and General Qanbar, of the 1st Mobile Corps."
Majidi was "legged" and imprisoned when the Sultan began to declare himself as Ruler of the Country. It was General Qanbar who prevented his death by threatening to retire.
There were many veterans of the "Ramadan Conflict", but General Qanbar was the only person that deserved to be called "hero". He led the counterattack while the others were "preserving the troops". He surrounded the heretics with a far smaller group of men. He led the charge on Migidishu, driving the heretics into the sea.
But what was he doing now, bringing this treacherous person?
"Your highness, in Allah's name, we wish you to retract the Fatwa regarding the Jihad." the General said.
"General Qanbar, why is this traitor here?"
"Because he speaks the truth. I am a devoted Muslim, and I find great unveiling from his words."
"You, speak." the Sultan pointed at Majidi.
The qadi began with the Koran, as usual, "The good deed and the evil deed are not alike. Repel the evil deed with one which is better, then lo! he, between whom and thee there was enmity (will become) as though he was a bosom friend. Your highness, the Jihads against the foreign nations was based on an evil deed, falsehood and lies. It is unrighteous."
Ibrahim was suppressing his anger to flog Majidi himself. Falsehood and lies? The operation in Mangka was for the greater good of Libertia, the MESS officers were standing in the way. The kidnapping was inevitable.
The general seemed to know what Ibrahim was thinking. "Your highness. Look at the results of this poorly planned operation. Saddam has found an excuse to attack us, the weapons you acquired are mostly lost, and the people are suffering. No true gain."
"Their suffering is in this life. They will enjoy their eternal life in Heaven."
"Your Highness, it is not us to judge whom may suffer and whom may not, for the Prophet has written, The way (of blame) is only against those who oppress mankind, and wrongfully rebel in the earth. For such there is a painful doom. I deeply worry for your eternal life, Your Highness."
The general looked at the Sultan, and said, "The true unveiling in this situation, is that we have an opportunity to really be recognized by the international community as a nation. We can show our Islamic brothers in the world that there is another choice of an Islamic state for them besides Saddamistan, isolated in her high waters."
"And what of the other leaders? How can I tolerate heretics on this land?"
"And the Jews say the Christians follow nothing (true), and the Christians say the Jews follow nothing (true); yet both are readers of the Scripture. Even thus speak those who know not...." The qadi spoke.
"...Allah will judge between them on the Day of Resurrection concerning that wherein they differ." The Sultan still had doubts, but indeed this was from the Book.
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The generals were still arguing in the war room.
The Sultan entered the room with General Qanbar and Majidi, and the arguing ceased.
"My faithful generals. I have decided. Soon I will declare the retractment of the Fatwa. As a nation I will be willing to open talks with those who recognize us, and..."
"But, your highness..."
"Thank Allah..."
"The Jihad must persist...!"
The arguing began again.
The Sultan struck the table. "Silence! I have decided. It is my will. It is the Lord's will!"
"But..." General Zahedi stood up.
"Guards, give him a slapping. Right here." Zahedi was immediately siezed, and the humiliation delivered.
"Very well, any other opinions? This meeting is concluded. You, send in the people from Al Gezira." The Sultan pointed at one of the generals, and left.
Zahedi spat out a tooth, and wiped his nose with his sleeve. Some of his friends came to talk with him.
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"....Therefore, I retract the Jihads against Shepnukistani, and the Lonestar Republic. Our Lord, guide this Ummah...and..."
The gunshots and shouting were nearer.
"Your Highness, you must leave!"
"...and all praise to Allah!"
The door to the makeshift pressroom was smashed open. Troops began to pour in. General Qabar shouted, "Quick! Protect His Highness!" The squads of loyal guards swiftly took up their positions. A private opened another door, leading to a tunnel while a squad of guards rushed the Sultan in. The Al Gazira news crew were already shot to death, the general only hoped that someone received the broadcast.
The guards were falling, the troops of Zahedi were advancing. Qabar shook his head, uttered a prayer to Allah, and leapt into the tunnel. "Fall back!" A couple of guards couldn't make it.
Outside the tunnel, his troops have finally arrived, they were too late to prevent the incident, but early enough for damage control. The Sultan was swiftly transported to another secure bunker while the opposing forces began to fire upon each other.
Summary:
1. The Sultan agrees to retract both Jihads and is willing to talk with those who recognize the Northern Sultanate as a state.
2. <edited out>
3. Zahedi and some generals still want to uphold the Jihad. The pro-Jihadists are fighting the troops loyal to the Sultan (OOC: Again, the Jihadists' fate and situation I leave it to the game flow.)
"Your highness, Muhammad Majidi, the qadi of Al-Freedom, and General Qanbar, of the 1st Mobile Corps."
Majidi was "legged" and imprisoned when the Sultan began to declare himself as Ruler of the Country. It was General Qanbar who prevented his death by threatening to retire.
There were many veterans of the "Ramadan Conflict", but General Qanbar was the only person that deserved to be called "hero". He led the counterattack while the others were "preserving the troops". He surrounded the heretics with a far smaller group of men. He led the charge on Migidishu, driving the heretics into the sea.
But what was he doing now, bringing this treacherous person?
"Your highness, in Allah's name, we wish you to retract the Fatwa regarding the Jihad." the General said.
"General Qanbar, why is this traitor here?"
"Because he speaks the truth. I am a devoted Muslim, and I find great unveiling from his words."
"You, speak." the Sultan pointed at Majidi.
The qadi began with the Koran, as usual, "The good deed and the evil deed are not alike. Repel the evil deed with one which is better, then lo! he, between whom and thee there was enmity (will become) as though he was a bosom friend. Your highness, the Jihads against the foreign nations was based on an evil deed, falsehood and lies. It is unrighteous."
Ibrahim was suppressing his anger to flog Majidi himself. Falsehood and lies? The operation in Mangka was for the greater good of Libertia, the MESS officers were standing in the way. The kidnapping was inevitable.
The general seemed to know what Ibrahim was thinking. "Your highness. Look at the results of this poorly planned operation. Saddam has found an excuse to attack us, the weapons you acquired are mostly lost, and the people are suffering. No true gain."
"Their suffering is in this life. They will enjoy their eternal life in Heaven."
"Your Highness, it is not us to judge whom may suffer and whom may not, for the Prophet has written, The way (of blame) is only against those who oppress mankind, and wrongfully rebel in the earth. For such there is a painful doom. I deeply worry for your eternal life, Your Highness."
The general looked at the Sultan, and said, "The true unveiling in this situation, is that we have an opportunity to really be recognized by the international community as a nation. We can show our Islamic brothers in the world that there is another choice of an Islamic state for them besides Saddamistan, isolated in her high waters."
"And what of the other leaders? How can I tolerate heretics on this land?"
"And the Jews say the Christians follow nothing (true), and the Christians say the Jews follow nothing (true); yet both are readers of the Scripture. Even thus speak those who know not...." The qadi spoke.
"...Allah will judge between them on the Day of Resurrection concerning that wherein they differ." The Sultan still had doubts, but indeed this was from the Book.
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The generals were still arguing in the war room.
The Sultan entered the room with General Qanbar and Majidi, and the arguing ceased.
"My faithful generals. I have decided. Soon I will declare the retractment of the Fatwa. As a nation I will be willing to open talks with those who recognize us, and..."
"But, your highness..."
"Thank Allah..."
"The Jihad must persist...!"
The arguing began again.
The Sultan struck the table. "Silence! I have decided. It is my will. It is the Lord's will!"
"But..." General Zahedi stood up.
"Guards, give him a slapping. Right here." Zahedi was immediately siezed, and the humiliation delivered.
"Very well, any other opinions? This meeting is concluded. You, send in the people from Al Gezira." The Sultan pointed at one of the generals, and left.
Zahedi spat out a tooth, and wiped his nose with his sleeve. Some of his friends came to talk with him.
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"....Therefore, I retract the Jihads against Shepnukistani, and the Lonestar Republic. Our Lord, guide this Ummah...and..."
The gunshots and shouting were nearer.
"Your Highness, you must leave!"
"...and all praise to Allah!"
The door to the makeshift pressroom was smashed open. Troops began to pour in. General Qabar shouted, "Quick! Protect His Highness!" The squads of loyal guards swiftly took up their positions. A private opened another door, leading to a tunnel while a squad of guards rushed the Sultan in. The Al Gazira news crew were already shot to death, the general only hoped that someone received the broadcast.
The guards were falling, the troops of Zahedi were advancing. Qabar shook his head, uttered a prayer to Allah, and leapt into the tunnel. "Fall back!" A couple of guards couldn't make it.
Outside the tunnel, his troops have finally arrived, they were too late to prevent the incident, but early enough for damage control. The Sultan was swiftly transported to another secure bunker while the opposing forces began to fire upon each other.
Summary:
1. The Sultan agrees to retract both Jihads and is willing to talk with those who recognize the Northern Sultanate as a state.
2. <edited out>
3. Zahedi and some generals still want to uphold the Jihad. The pro-Jihadists are fighting the troops loyal to the Sultan (OOC: Again, the Jihadists' fate and situation I leave it to the game flow.)
1st Plt. Comm. of the Warwolves
Member of Justice League
"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
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"People can't see Buddha so they say he doesn't have a body, since his body is formed of atoms, of course you can't see it. Saying he doesn't have a body is correct"- Li HongZhi
Unknown location, Libertia
The heat and huminidity was becoming unbearable. The FUN delegates ate a light meal, still waiting for the Sultan's decision.
However, they wouldn't get it today. Half an hour later, Kulinsky and the rest of the delegates were called in, and talked with the Sultan for a couple of minutes. After they came back, the camp exploded in activity, with militia soldiers taking down the tents and loading their pick-up trucks.
"He's leaving", Kulinsky said, watching the frantic activity,"Said he wants to consult the matter with his inner circle."
"Great."
Kulinsky nodded. The camp was almost packed up now - which was quite impressive, seeing the quality of most Libertian soldiers.
"Well, our work here is done. Let's pack up and go home."
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Shroomanian Embassy, Adrianopolis, two days later
"...he seemed agreeable. Frankly, it seems he's scared of losing his power, just as we thought. We may expect an announcement soon, one way or the other.", Kulinsky was just finishing his report to the Intelligence Attache of the Shroomanian Embassy in Adrianopolis. All of a sudden, a young aide rushed in and handed the attache a slip of paper.
"Well, major, it looks like your mission was a success after all. Except other people don't quite share the Sultan's sentiments."
"Civil war?"
"Yeah. Civil war."
"Nice.", Kulinsky commented ironically
The heat and huminidity was becoming unbearable. The FUN delegates ate a light meal, still waiting for the Sultan's decision.
However, they wouldn't get it today. Half an hour later, Kulinsky and the rest of the delegates were called in, and talked with the Sultan for a couple of minutes. After they came back, the camp exploded in activity, with militia soldiers taking down the tents and loading their pick-up trucks.
"He's leaving", Kulinsky said, watching the frantic activity,"Said he wants to consult the matter with his inner circle."
"Great."
Kulinsky nodded. The camp was almost packed up now - which was quite impressive, seeing the quality of most Libertian soldiers.
"Well, our work here is done. Let's pack up and go home."
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Shroomanian Embassy, Adrianopolis, two days later
"...he seemed agreeable. Frankly, it seems he's scared of losing his power, just as we thought. We may expect an announcement soon, one way or the other.", Kulinsky was just finishing his report to the Intelligence Attache of the Shroomanian Embassy in Adrianopolis. All of a sudden, a young aide rushed in and handed the attache a slip of paper.
"Well, major, it looks like your mission was a success after all. Except other people don't quite share the Sultan's sentiments."
"Civil war?"
"Yeah. Civil war."
"Nice.", Kulinsky commented ironically
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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Red Technocracy, Omsk, refurbished new Lone Star Embassy building, 16:00
Drowning in the summer heat, right at the entrance, two workers carefully finished the facade pastry work.
- Say Vanya, you think this building will be really used for those texan folk?
- If they're still alive, yes...
- What do you mean old bastard?
- I read in PRAVDA this morning that Saddamistan has filled with quarantined straits with naval mines, and we already have a casualty ship... from Lone Star.
- Pizdets.
- Yeah, Serega. It's pretty clear now that the situation will be escalating, or Saddamistan will simply get what it wants by force. Whoever wins, or loses in this conflict, I'm sure our people will not die. Personally I understand the Gen Sec...
- My brother serves on the RTS "Cog"... - said the man, Sergei, with alarm.
- It's allright. I heard they set sail for home and already arrived today. Do just skip on the news? - answered Ivan in a calm tone.
- Well, you know, it was the Revolution Day, and then the birthday of the Secretary General, - said Sergei laughingly.
- You old alcoholic, - laughed Ivan. - Never passing on vodka I see.
- The fight against the bourgeois can't go without beer, - commented Sergei with a mentor tone. - And beer without vodka...
- Is A LOT OF MONEY BLOWN IN VAIN! - chimed both with laughter.
The massive embassy building stood over them, apparently not reacting to Russian humour. Dead stones, thought Sergei. A lot of stone for some diplomatic bourgeois trash.
- Time to buy some gas water. I'm thirsty. You've got any small kopeks to spare? - he said finally.
- Go, you drunkard!
Drowning in the summer heat, right at the entrance, two workers carefully finished the facade pastry work.
- Say Vanya, you think this building will be really used for those texan folk?
- If they're still alive, yes...
- What do you mean old bastard?
- I read in PRAVDA this morning that Saddamistan has filled with quarantined straits with naval mines, and we already have a casualty ship... from Lone Star.
- Pizdets.
- Yeah, Serega. It's pretty clear now that the situation will be escalating, or Saddamistan will simply get what it wants by force. Whoever wins, or loses in this conflict, I'm sure our people will not die. Personally I understand the Gen Sec...
- My brother serves on the RTS "Cog"... - said the man, Sergei, with alarm.
- It's allright. I heard they set sail for home and already arrived today. Do just skip on the news? - answered Ivan in a calm tone.
- Well, you know, it was the Revolution Day, and then the birthday of the Secretary General, - said Sergei laughingly.
- You old alcoholic, - laughed Ivan. - Never passing on vodka I see.
- The fight against the bourgeois can't go without beer, - commented Sergei with a mentor tone. - And beer without vodka...
- Is A LOT OF MONEY BLOWN IN VAIN! - chimed both with laughter.
The massive embassy building stood over them, apparently not reacting to Russian humour. Dead stones, thought Sergei. A lot of stone for some diplomatic bourgeois trash.
- Time to buy some gas water. I'm thirsty. You've got any small kopeks to spare? - he said finally.
- Go, you drunkard!
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Imperial Palace at Constantinople, Imperial Chronicles
Date classified
The Emperor received the communique from his Holiness Ramsley regarding the new situation with the Sultan with a collapsed chest. The Emperor did not receive the news well at all. The Emperor had thought that the letter might convince the Sultan to rescind the jihad only to invite a civil war. The Emperor discussed with his advisors and the Prime Minister about the possibility of aiding the Sultan somehow, but yet dismissed it out of hand. The MESS wouldn't want anyone to meddle with the situation in Terra Libertia. Saddamistan is sure to take advantage of the situation though the Emperor wasn't too sure of what the Great Saddam would do next.
"Perhaps we should ask Ramsley to back the Sultan. And perhaps Alexander as well. They owe us huge favours regardless." says the Prime Minister. The Emperor considered those words and said that, "We will wait and see. The important question now is what Saddamistan would do next. Once we see how the situation develops, we will ask Ramsley and Alexander to aid the Sultan. However, I am fearful that Alexander, bearing a grudge for the Sultan, might choose to back his rival. Regardless, send a secret communique to the Ramsley to ask him to ready his forces in preparation to aid the Sultan. I, on the other hand, will work with the Red Technocracy to make sure that Alexander does not double deal us."
With that, the meeting ended. The Emperor retired to his chambers to think about what to do next.
Date classified
The Emperor received the communique from his Holiness Ramsley regarding the new situation with the Sultan with a collapsed chest. The Emperor did not receive the news well at all. The Emperor had thought that the letter might convince the Sultan to rescind the jihad only to invite a civil war. The Emperor discussed with his advisors and the Prime Minister about the possibility of aiding the Sultan somehow, but yet dismissed it out of hand. The MESS wouldn't want anyone to meddle with the situation in Terra Libertia. Saddamistan is sure to take advantage of the situation though the Emperor wasn't too sure of what the Great Saddam would do next.
"Perhaps we should ask Ramsley to back the Sultan. And perhaps Alexander as well. They owe us huge favours regardless." says the Prime Minister. The Emperor considered those words and said that, "We will wait and see. The important question now is what Saddamistan would do next. Once we see how the situation develops, we will ask Ramsley and Alexander to aid the Sultan. However, I am fearful that Alexander, bearing a grudge for the Sultan, might choose to back his rival. Regardless, send a secret communique to the Ramsley to ask him to ready his forces in preparation to aid the Sultan. I, on the other hand, will work with the Red Technocracy to make sure that Alexander does not double deal us."
With that, the meeting ended. The Emperor retired to his chambers to think about what to do next.
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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Shroomanians take cover in bunkers and fallout shelters amidst fears of nuclear war.
With Saddamistan's declaration of nuclear weaponization and its threatening posture, the Sovereignty of Shroomania saw the first-ever Fungal Union Civil Emergency Response (FUCER) exercises that made use of atomic fallout shelters. The FUCER emergency exercises have, in the past, incorporated natural disaster drills, biochemical drills, and have now added nuclear war to their calamity-contingency checklist.
These unfortuitous have been fortuitous for certain parties, however. As the demand for civilian fallout shelters have risen drastically not only in Shroomania, but in the FUN and the rest of the world as well, governments and private individuals alike have contracted the services of specialist bunker-builders to provide for them the products that will allow them to prosper in the post-apocalypse. Among these bunker-builders is the giant MacMillan Multinational Multicorporation, and the nascent PeZookian Postapocalyptics - a fledgling company specialized providing livelihood assistance in the advent of Armageddon.
*click*
MEDICAL MOM
"Anti-rad" tablets, a product of the MushroomMeds company.
The Mushroom Organization of Medicine has approved the circulation of low-cost "anti-rad" potassium iodide tablets, which protect human thyroid glands from radioactive iodine. MushroomMeds is distributing anti-rad tablets in Shroomania and has received orders from several Fungal governments as well.
*click*
DODO DOOMSDAY
Pastor Richards, a firebrand preacher, aims to get enough donations to build a statue of Pastor Richards.
A former Shadow Empire shaman, Pastor Richards is a televangelist whose sermons are broadcasted all over the world via ShroomSatTV and is immensely popular with the Christian populations of the FUN and the MESS, particularly in the Lonestar Republic.
In these troubling times, the good Pastor has come to deliver a message of hope to the world's populace:
"Nuclear holocaust! The artificial suns will rain down to punish the degenerates of this planet! The seas will rise up to turn yellow, plagues of flying rodents, death and decimation shall stalk the land like... two big... stalking things! But only through me can you be saved, call right now and contribute to the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue Foundation - only through your generous donation can you win a seat on the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue and when the poopy hits the proverbial fan, we'll blast off into space and colonize Saturn with a race of morally affluent people ruled by me!"
"Liberals, degenerates, the Saddamistanis - they're the ones that's wrong with our planet! What are you gonna do when Saddamistani paratroopers are dropping in out your schoolyard window? Hide in the bushes and put twigs in your hands, call yourselves the wolverines? No! You'll hightail it to the Salvation Statue and blast off into space, but there's a limited amount of space! So call right now and donate to the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue Foundation!"
*click
ROAMING REFUGEES
"The Saddamistanis destroyed our families and our homes - Don't you destroy our hopes" reads a banner unfolded on the side of a Wilkonian Container Ship ferrying Libertian refugees.
Foreign non-Libertian nationals previously held in Adrianpolian refugee camps are now en-route to the T.M.C.K. St. George where they will then be shipped to New Gottland - and from there, they will be sent back to their homelands.
*click*
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SOFIA
Shroomanian Office - Fungal Intelligence Agency
Intelligence Director John Baylor was in a secure teleconference with his man in Adrianpolis.
"Well, Major, it looks like your mission was a success after all. Except other people don't quite share the Sultan's sentiments."
"Civil war?"
"Yeah. Civil war."
"Nice." Kulinsky, the man on the other side of the screen, commented ironically. He was in the Shroomanian Embassy, in Adrianpolis. "Couldn't have pulled it off without those ProTec operators, though. We owe them a favor or two..."
"Hmm..." Director Baylor mused, interlacing his fingers together as he schemed and plotted.
"...PeZookia's gonna have to repay the favor some day," Kulinsky commented absently. "Speaking of which, I'm heading back to Astoria, back home. If there's nothing else-"
"But there is something else, Major," Director Baylor interrupted.
"Sir?"
"ProTec's payback."
"I'm afraid I don't quite follow..."
"Your next mission, which will begin in 48 hours, is to escort a covert shipment of BodyOil and ISCA calendars - the ones which aren't for children - to the ProTec HQ in Indhopal. Intelligence has no way of predicting what their reactions are going to be, so it might be dangerous."
Kulinsky groaned. "Sir... yes, sir."
"And say hi to the wife and kids for me, will you?" the Director smiled evilly. "Though, I understand it, you won't be staying in Astoria for too long."
"I will, sir. You can count on me."
The screen went blank.
Director Baylor's fingers were still interlaced.
"Just as planned," he said to no one in particular.
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FUN FORCE
Qudlivun Free State
northern territorial waters
Captain Cornelius Coot looked at the screen, in which where the visages of several FUN Force commanders - from the Shroomanian Mushroom Military, the II Republican Navy, and even several Baernish Ministers of War. Of course, Qudlivun Free State commanders were also present in the teleconference - and more, as a Qudlivun liaison was also on board and sitting right beside Captain Coot.
"We're not pulling out. But we have repositioned the FUN Force to the northern territorial waters of Qudlivun, technically out of sight of Saddamistan."
"They want to keep that silly 500 nautical mile limit, eh?"
"Yes, they do. And to keep to the spirit and letter of their 'requests', we've got a cunning plan."
"Well?"
"We're putting the FUN Force under Qudlivun's command. For the duration of the crisis, we belong to the Free State?"
"What?!"
"You don't like it?"
"No, I love it. That's bloody ingenius! It's surely gonna torch the turbans off those Goddamn Saddamistanis, though."
"Well, to make sure it doesn't come to turban-torching, the FUN Force is still not gonna shoot unless shot upon. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Our maverick renegade pilots aren't bothering the Saddamistanis, they're too busy playing volleyball with the Qudlivuns."
"So much for military alertness..."
"Oh, by the way, we've deployed all 12 of our Dolphin submarines to patrol the Central Sea. If those Saddamistanis weren't lying out of their teeth and if they do have nuke-subs out there..."
"Then we've got forty frigates doing anti-sub patrols, along with the rest of the FUN Force, and the rest of the MESS, and the rest of the OMSK."
"We'll keep a tight watch over this situation, don't worry."
"Who says we're worrying?"
On that note, the teleconference ended and Captain Coot turned to face the Qudlivun liaison - Quentin Quail.
"Well, Mr. Quail, it looks as though the FUN Force is now your property."
"Indeed it does, Captain Coot."
"At your service, sir." Captain Coot made a mock salute and grinned.
The Sovereign Shroomanian Sentinel
SHROOMS SEEK SOLD SHELTERS
Shroomanians take cover in bunkers and fallout shelters amidst fears of nuclear war.
With Saddamistan's declaration of nuclear weaponization and its threatening posture, the Sovereignty of Shroomania saw the first-ever Fungal Union Civil Emergency Response (FUCER) exercises that made use of atomic fallout shelters. The FUCER emergency exercises have, in the past, incorporated natural disaster drills, biochemical drills, and have now added nuclear war to their calamity-contingency checklist.
These unfortuitous have been fortuitous for certain parties, however. As the demand for civilian fallout shelters have risen drastically not only in Shroomania, but in the FUN and the rest of the world as well, governments and private individuals alike have contracted the services of specialist bunker-builders to provide for them the products that will allow them to prosper in the post-apocalypse. Among these bunker-builders is the giant MacMillan Multinational Multicorporation, and the nascent PeZookian Postapocalyptics - a fledgling company specialized providing livelihood assistance in the advent of Armageddon.
*click*
MEDICAL MOM
"Anti-rad" tablets, a product of the MushroomMeds company.
The Mushroom Organization of Medicine has approved the circulation of low-cost "anti-rad" potassium iodide tablets, which protect human thyroid glands from radioactive iodine. MushroomMeds is distributing anti-rad tablets in Shroomania and has received orders from several Fungal governments as well.
*click*
DODO DOOMSDAY
Pastor Richards, a firebrand preacher, aims to get enough donations to build a statue of Pastor Richards.
A former Shadow Empire shaman, Pastor Richards is a televangelist whose sermons are broadcasted all over the world via ShroomSatTV and is immensely popular with the Christian populations of the FUN and the MESS, particularly in the Lonestar Republic.
In these troubling times, the good Pastor has come to deliver a message of hope to the world's populace:
"Nuclear holocaust! The artificial suns will rain down to punish the degenerates of this planet! The seas will rise up to turn yellow, plagues of flying rodents, death and decimation shall stalk the land like... two big... stalking things! But only through me can you be saved, call right now and contribute to the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue Foundation - only through your generous donation can you win a seat on the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue and when the poopy hits the proverbial fan, we'll blast off into space and colonize Saturn with a race of morally affluent people ruled by me!"
"Liberals, degenerates, the Saddamistanis - they're the ones that's wrong with our planet! What are you gonna do when Saddamistani paratroopers are dropping in out your schoolyard window? Hide in the bushes and put twigs in your hands, call yourselves the wolverines? No! You'll hightail it to the Salvation Statue and blast off into space, but there's a limited amount of space! So call right now and donate to the Pastor Richards Salvation Statue Foundation!"
*click
ROAMING REFUGEES
"The Saddamistanis destroyed our families and our homes - Don't you destroy our hopes" reads a banner unfolded on the side of a Wilkonian Container Ship ferrying Libertian refugees.
Foreign non-Libertian nationals previously held in Adrianpolian refugee camps are now en-route to the T.M.C.K. St. George where they will then be shipped to New Gottland - and from there, they will be sent back to their homelands.
*click*
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SOFIA
Shroomanian Office - Fungal Intelligence Agency
Intelligence Director John Baylor was in a secure teleconference with his man in Adrianpolis.
"Well, Major, it looks like your mission was a success after all. Except other people don't quite share the Sultan's sentiments."
"Civil war?"
"Yeah. Civil war."
"Nice." Kulinsky, the man on the other side of the screen, commented ironically. He was in the Shroomanian Embassy, in Adrianpolis. "Couldn't have pulled it off without those ProTec operators, though. We owe them a favor or two..."
"Hmm..." Director Baylor mused, interlacing his fingers together as he schemed and plotted.
"...PeZookia's gonna have to repay the favor some day," Kulinsky commented absently. "Speaking of which, I'm heading back to Astoria, back home. If there's nothing else-"
"But there is something else, Major," Director Baylor interrupted.
"Sir?"
"ProTec's payback."
"I'm afraid I don't quite follow..."
"Your next mission, which will begin in 48 hours, is to escort a covert shipment of BodyOil and ISCA calendars - the ones which aren't for children - to the ProTec HQ in Indhopal. Intelligence has no way of predicting what their reactions are going to be, so it might be dangerous."
Kulinsky groaned. "Sir... yes, sir."
"And say hi to the wife and kids for me, will you?" the Director smiled evilly. "Though, I understand it, you won't be staying in Astoria for too long."
"I will, sir. You can count on me."
The screen went blank.
Director Baylor's fingers were still interlaced.
"Just as planned," he said to no one in particular.
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FUN FORCE
Qudlivun Free State
northern territorial waters
Captain Cornelius Coot looked at the screen, in which where the visages of several FUN Force commanders - from the Shroomanian Mushroom Military, the II Republican Navy, and even several Baernish Ministers of War. Of course, Qudlivun Free State commanders were also present in the teleconference - and more, as a Qudlivun liaison was also on board and sitting right beside Captain Coot.
"We're not pulling out. But we have repositioned the FUN Force to the northern territorial waters of Qudlivun, technically out of sight of Saddamistan."
"They want to keep that silly 500 nautical mile limit, eh?"
"Yes, they do. And to keep to the spirit and letter of their 'requests', we've got a cunning plan."
"Well?"
"We're putting the FUN Force under Qudlivun's command. For the duration of the crisis, we belong to the Free State?"
"What?!"
"You don't like it?"
"No, I love it. That's bloody ingenius! It's surely gonna torch the turbans off those Goddamn Saddamistanis, though."
"Well, to make sure it doesn't come to turban-torching, the FUN Force is still not gonna shoot unless shot upon. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, don't worry. Our maverick renegade pilots aren't bothering the Saddamistanis, they're too busy playing volleyball with the Qudlivuns."
"So much for military alertness..."
"Oh, by the way, we've deployed all 12 of our Dolphin submarines to patrol the Central Sea. If those Saddamistanis weren't lying out of their teeth and if they do have nuke-subs out there..."
"Then we've got forty frigates doing anti-sub patrols, along with the rest of the FUN Force, and the rest of the MESS, and the rest of the OMSK."
"We'll keep a tight watch over this situation, don't worry."
"Who says we're worrying?"
On that note, the teleconference ended and Captain Coot turned to face the Qudlivun liaison - Quentin Quail.
"Well, Mr. Quail, it looks as though the FUN Force is now your property."
"Indeed it does, Captain Coot."
"At your service, sir." Captain Coot made a mock salute and grinned.
"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
Pink Sugar Heart Attack!
ProTec considered itself lucky to have gotten most of its personnel out of the Sultan's territory before the civil war had started. What that meant was the flow of refugees would not slow down, and the three camps in Alexander's territory were likely to get extremely crowded.
In other news, Indhopal announced they were purchasing missile systems from the Incorporated Republic of Tonkin in iorder to give the country a basic defense from seaborne invasion, air attack, and ballistic missile threats. There was much groaning amongst the populace, as these systems were to be purchased using loans and that might mean the popular new education and health programs would be cut.
In other news, Indhopal announced they were purchasing missile systems from the Incorporated Republic of Tonkin in iorder to give the country a basic defense from seaborne invasion, air attack, and ballistic missile threats. There was much groaning amongst the populace, as these systems were to be purchased using loans and that might mean the popular new education and health programs would be cut.
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Arik grumbled. "I've been thinking about those goddamn minesweepers for a long time, and sat on it for budgetary reasons. Now we could really use 'em."
"Ahhh... the shackles of power," said a voice behind him. Arik wheeled about, eager to vent his frustration. Q stood there, in a gaudy, overdone Generalissimo type ouitfit, covered in medals, gold braid, epaulettes, and the like.
"You arranged this," Arik said, pointing at him. "You wanted to see how we'd react to a war, so you pushed this."
"Oh, no, mister Imperial-Majesty-Highness, I did none of this. Human nature provided the conflict. I simply provided the playing field. And I find this posturing and brinksmanship exhilerating, don't you?"
"Not one bit," Arik said, "Skimmer could launch nuclear weapons, the Libertopians could do something crazy-stupid, and wipe out all of us."
"Or at least your little corner of it all," Q said, "Pity. You have such a nice, clean, pristine state, and of course those lovely ladies and those darling children... but they are safe, aren't they? You sent them to Earth. So what's keeping you from ending this all?"
"I like Canissia and want to stay there. I was hoping to make it a, you know, paradise. A peaceful one."
"Well, I see I don't need to worry about your self-esteem. So, you think you have what it takes to make a paradise, do you?"
"I can try," Arik said, "And I'd have a lot better time of it without these little stunts."
"Well, don't look at me," Q said, "Talk to your friends out there," he waved towards the large Lexan window of the zeppelin, implying the various states and leaders from SDN. "Everyone was given an opprtunity to try. Some tried to make their lands peaceful paradises, others decided to create belligerent fascist states."
"Fine," Arik said, "But why do those of us who want peace have to put up with those who don't?"
"A world is a collective venture," Q said, "Not a series of sealed-off sub-departments. And besides, what makes you think they don't want peace as well? They do want peace-- just on their terms. Terms that make peace possible because they feel secure."
"By making the rest of us insecure," Arik said. Q shrugged.
"Look at you," the annoying being said, "Coffee and water the last few weeks. No drunken orgies. Very responsible of you. Taking the welfare of your people into account and taking an active role in their safety. Making plans to build subways to bunker-level standards, aren't you? All in all, I'd say this has been a very good period of growth for you."
"My original way was better," Arik grumbled.
"In a world where everyone shares the same feelings and values as you, sure," Q said, "But how arrogant that is. Bear in mind that Saddmistan is looking back at you through the same lens. If everyone went along with what he said, then the world would be at peace, too. Just in a different way."
Arik was quiet for a moment, sipping at his coffee. His desire to protect his people --which now included an extended family-- had pushed him to prioritize things that seemed quite counter-intuitive. He was not the type to ever seek out trouble, so he'd always felt that his defense needs could afford to be correspondingly humble. It was one of the problems he'd always had with United States politics-- the country of his birth had developed a bad habit of overstepping its bounds, bullying, and getting involved... I'd always felt that if I was in charge, I'd do things differently...
It was an arrogant and potentially costly mistake. Arik assumed that most people would feel the same way. He knew, intellectually, that there were always people out there that would see another person's easygoing nature and interpret that as weakness. Certain types of people will attack simply because they can. Animals, operating on animal instincts.
"To have power, but refrain from abusing it," Q stated simply, watching the emotions cross Arik's face. "Enlightenment, of a sort-- the only kind your primitive species is capable of adapting to, anyway. To refrain from using power because you have no power to use... well, that hardly proves anything, now, hmm?"
"Goddamn it," Arik mumbled, but Q was already gone.
"Ahhh... the shackles of power," said a voice behind him. Arik wheeled about, eager to vent his frustration. Q stood there, in a gaudy, overdone Generalissimo type ouitfit, covered in medals, gold braid, epaulettes, and the like.
"You arranged this," Arik said, pointing at him. "You wanted to see how we'd react to a war, so you pushed this."
"Oh, no, mister Imperial-Majesty-Highness, I did none of this. Human nature provided the conflict. I simply provided the playing field. And I find this posturing and brinksmanship exhilerating, don't you?"
"Not one bit," Arik said, "Skimmer could launch nuclear weapons, the Libertopians could do something crazy-stupid, and wipe out all of us."
"Or at least your little corner of it all," Q said, "Pity. You have such a nice, clean, pristine state, and of course those lovely ladies and those darling children... but they are safe, aren't they? You sent them to Earth. So what's keeping you from ending this all?"
"I like Canissia and want to stay there. I was hoping to make it a, you know, paradise. A peaceful one."
"Well, I see I don't need to worry about your self-esteem. So, you think you have what it takes to make a paradise, do you?"
"I can try," Arik said, "And I'd have a lot better time of it without these little stunts."
"Well, don't look at me," Q said, "Talk to your friends out there," he waved towards the large Lexan window of the zeppelin, implying the various states and leaders from SDN. "Everyone was given an opprtunity to try. Some tried to make their lands peaceful paradises, others decided to create belligerent fascist states."
"Fine," Arik said, "But why do those of us who want peace have to put up with those who don't?"
"A world is a collective venture," Q said, "Not a series of sealed-off sub-departments. And besides, what makes you think they don't want peace as well? They do want peace-- just on their terms. Terms that make peace possible because they feel secure."
"By making the rest of us insecure," Arik said. Q shrugged.
"Look at you," the annoying being said, "Coffee and water the last few weeks. No drunken orgies. Very responsible of you. Taking the welfare of your people into account and taking an active role in their safety. Making plans to build subways to bunker-level standards, aren't you? All in all, I'd say this has been a very good period of growth for you."
"My original way was better," Arik grumbled.
"In a world where everyone shares the same feelings and values as you, sure," Q said, "But how arrogant that is. Bear in mind that Saddmistan is looking back at you through the same lens. If everyone went along with what he said, then the world would be at peace, too. Just in a different way."
Arik was quiet for a moment, sipping at his coffee. His desire to protect his people --which now included an extended family-- had pushed him to prioritize things that seemed quite counter-intuitive. He was not the type to ever seek out trouble, so he'd always felt that his defense needs could afford to be correspondingly humble. It was one of the problems he'd always had with United States politics-- the country of his birth had developed a bad habit of overstepping its bounds, bullying, and getting involved... I'd always felt that if I was in charge, I'd do things differently...
It was an arrogant and potentially costly mistake. Arik assumed that most people would feel the same way. He knew, intellectually, that there were always people out there that would see another person's easygoing nature and interpret that as weakness. Certain types of people will attack simply because they can. Animals, operating on animal instincts.
"To have power, but refrain from abusing it," Q stated simply, watching the emotions cross Arik's face. "Enlightenment, of a sort-- the only kind your primitive species is capable of adapting to, anyway. To refrain from using power because you have no power to use... well, that hardly proves anything, now, hmm?"
"Goddamn it," Arik mumbled, but Q was already gone.
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!
Pilgrimage to Zablania announced!
The High Lord announced that he will undertake a pilgrimage to the "Corpse on a Throne" in Zablania.
The Lord said in a recent interview, "This is very important for my faith, it's what makes me whole in spirit."
"It's pretty clear that this is the right thing to do, I've been walking in spiritual darkness. This will bring me into the light and beyond."
Our great Leader will bring the the entire air force as an escort during the journey.
The High Lord announced that he will undertake a pilgrimage to the "Corpse on a Throne" in Zablania.
The Lord said in a recent interview, "This is very important for my faith, it's what makes me whole in spirit."
"It's pretty clear that this is the right thing to do, I've been walking in spiritual darkness. This will bring me into the light and beyond."
Our great Leader will bring the the entire air force as an escort during the journey.
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"Sir? What's that?" asked Admiral Cain.
"Pull 'em, I said," King Arik Coyotus-I said. "We're reached the point of negative returns on this little excersize. We don't even get any kudo points for keeping stick-pressure on Saddam while OMSK offers carrot-- instead we get lumped in as part of the problem." Arik chomped a cigar, his anger boiling.
"We're not rolling in the carpet," he said, "We got basing rights at Gottland and we got basing rights at the Shinra Republic, and we're staying at those places. But OMSK seems absolutely determined to turn everything into a goddamn confrontation between us & them, so I'll play the game."
Admiral Cain, the Chiefs of Staff, the Minister... all exchanged worried looks.
"What direction are we going to take this, Excellency?" asked Defense Minister Ral Tenn.
"Well, our charming neighbors insist on turning everything into a Cold War. I've been easy at the helm, trying to avoid conflict, but it's done fuck-all good for us, now, hasn't it? Everything gets boiled down to this confrontation, and nothing, absolutely nothing, will deflect them from this course. So we're headed home, we're prioritizing military spending, and we're upgrading CASE CYCLONE into CASE HURRICANE."
CANISSIA ANNOUNCES CLOSED SKIES
King Arik Coyotus-I returned today, to an undisclosed location, and immediately signed a series of Royal Decrees. First among them was to close Canissian airspace to any and all non-MESS or non-FUN aircraft.
While airspace territoriality was generally respected among neighboring nations, it was a informal affair maintained by the honor system. Now, however, the Royal Air Force will respond "aggressively" to any unauthorized incursions into Canissian airspace. Asked if this included shoot-down orders, King Coyotus-I said that no possibility was ruled out.
"MESS can come and go as they please," the KIng said, "So can FUN and the Bear Republic. They have always dealt fairly with us. Others will be considered on a case-by-case basis."
Other Royal Decrees were sighed as well, including the Saddamistan Vessel Exclusionary Order, which says that Saddamistan vessels approaching Canissian shores uninvited will be subject to siezure, search, and sinking if they do not turn away.
Other orders include survivals drills being taught to children, including basic first aid skills and forming school rifle and pistol teams.
"Subways are going to be reinforced and expanded, and we're going to put long-term food storage down there, run wells, and hermetically seal them for potential shelter use," King Coyotus-I decreed, "Hospitals are going to be stocked with WMD reaction treatments, linked into the subway-shelter system, and medical centers will run annual drills for dealing with WMD attack."
When asked about the motivations behind the changes, King Coyotus-I replied,
"Apparantly this is the way to play the game and get results. Going along, getting along, gets you nothing. It's a hardball world, and we're behind the curve. Time to ramp up."
"Pull 'em, I said," King Arik Coyotus-I said. "We're reached the point of negative returns on this little excersize. We don't even get any kudo points for keeping stick-pressure on Saddam while OMSK offers carrot-- instead we get lumped in as part of the problem." Arik chomped a cigar, his anger boiling.
"We're not rolling in the carpet," he said, "We got basing rights at Gottland and we got basing rights at the Shinra Republic, and we're staying at those places. But OMSK seems absolutely determined to turn everything into a goddamn confrontation between us & them, so I'll play the game."
Admiral Cain, the Chiefs of Staff, the Minister... all exchanged worried looks.
"What direction are we going to take this, Excellency?" asked Defense Minister Ral Tenn.
"Well, our charming neighbors insist on turning everything into a Cold War. I've been easy at the helm, trying to avoid conflict, but it's done fuck-all good for us, now, hasn't it? Everything gets boiled down to this confrontation, and nothing, absolutely nothing, will deflect them from this course. So we're headed home, we're prioritizing military spending, and we're upgrading CASE CYCLONE into CASE HURRICANE."
CANISSIA ANNOUNCES CLOSED SKIES
King Arik Coyotus-I returned today, to an undisclosed location, and immediately signed a series of Royal Decrees. First among them was to close Canissian airspace to any and all non-MESS or non-FUN aircraft.
While airspace territoriality was generally respected among neighboring nations, it was a informal affair maintained by the honor system. Now, however, the Royal Air Force will respond "aggressively" to any unauthorized incursions into Canissian airspace. Asked if this included shoot-down orders, King Coyotus-I said that no possibility was ruled out.
"MESS can come and go as they please," the KIng said, "So can FUN and the Bear Republic. They have always dealt fairly with us. Others will be considered on a case-by-case basis."
Other Royal Decrees were sighed as well, including the Saddamistan Vessel Exclusionary Order, which says that Saddamistan vessels approaching Canissian shores uninvited will be subject to siezure, search, and sinking if they do not turn away.
Other orders include survivals drills being taught to children, including basic first aid skills and forming school rifle and pistol teams.
"Subways are going to be reinforced and expanded, and we're going to put long-term food storage down there, run wells, and hermetically seal them for potential shelter use," King Coyotus-I decreed, "Hospitals are going to be stocked with WMD reaction treatments, linked into the subway-shelter system, and medical centers will run annual drills for dealing with WMD attack."
When asked about the motivations behind the changes, King Coyotus-I replied,
"Apparantly this is the way to play the game and get results. Going along, getting along, gets you nothing. It's a hardball world, and we're behind the curve. Time to ramp up."
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!
President Shinra looked over the reports, and felt sadness grow inside him.
OMSK is pulling back to their waters after Saddam made his threats? What is this, appease the madman month?
He knew he would have to act, and so he did.
"Contact ProTec. Get them to talk to Alexander and ask them if he's willing to formally request the MESS for assistance in protecting his lands. And send a message to all three of them: the Shinra Republic is requesting permission to establish embassies in their countries. We will also invite them to do the same. Get it done now."
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"Ladies and gentlemen of the world, it is with a sad heart I come before you today. Saddamistan has once more rejected diplomacy in favor of more threats and demands. And it would appear the OMSK has decided to let him have his way. While I personally hope that is not the case, the simple fact is they have offered us no reason for their withdrawl. I sincerely hope that they will enlighten us at the soonest time.
"However, this has not at all weakened the resolve of the MESS to defend the people of Libertia. We have always sought to back up our words with action, and today we continue to uphold that principle. Therefore, to strengthen our recognition of the three Libertiaian nation-states, we hereby formally and officially request the establishment of full embassies in each nation. We also extend the invitiation for their own embassies to open on Shinra soil. We urge our fellow members of the MESS and the nations of the FUN to do likewise.
"To Saddamistan, we say this: the MESS does not wish war, and we do not wish any aggressive acts towards your nation. However, we can not comply with your outrageous demands. Our ships will stay, to defend Libertia as well as ourselves. We once more call upon you to enter into talks with us and the rest of the world, publically and openly. But we will not be bullied into accepting your demands. We have tried many times to enter talks with you. We ask you to offer us a sign of good faith by publically stating you will not now or in the future launch unprovoked attacks against the people of Libertia or any other nation.
"We wish to resolve this crisis peacefully. But to do so, both sides must be willing to deal with each other fairly. Making unrealistic demands and threatening war if we do not comply is not diplomacy, it is school-yard bullying.
"And the MESS will not be bullied."
Summary:
MESS is asking General Alexander to request a defense pact, request through ProTec.
Shinra Republic offering to establish embassies in all three Libertia nations, and extending offer for them to do the same.
MESS once more requests Saddamistan to enter public and open diplomatic talks to resolve the situation.
OMSK is pulling back to their waters after Saddam made his threats? What is this, appease the madman month?
He knew he would have to act, and so he did.
"Contact ProTec. Get them to talk to Alexander and ask them if he's willing to formally request the MESS for assistance in protecting his lands. And send a message to all three of them: the Shinra Republic is requesting permission to establish embassies in their countries. We will also invite them to do the same. Get it done now."
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"Ladies and gentlemen of the world, it is with a sad heart I come before you today. Saddamistan has once more rejected diplomacy in favor of more threats and demands. And it would appear the OMSK has decided to let him have his way. While I personally hope that is not the case, the simple fact is they have offered us no reason for their withdrawl. I sincerely hope that they will enlighten us at the soonest time.
"However, this has not at all weakened the resolve of the MESS to defend the people of Libertia. We have always sought to back up our words with action, and today we continue to uphold that principle. Therefore, to strengthen our recognition of the three Libertiaian nation-states, we hereby formally and officially request the establishment of full embassies in each nation. We also extend the invitiation for their own embassies to open on Shinra soil. We urge our fellow members of the MESS and the nations of the FUN to do likewise.
"To Saddamistan, we say this: the MESS does not wish war, and we do not wish any aggressive acts towards your nation. However, we can not comply with your outrageous demands. Our ships will stay, to defend Libertia as well as ourselves. We once more call upon you to enter into talks with us and the rest of the world, publically and openly. But we will not be bullied into accepting your demands. We have tried many times to enter talks with you. We ask you to offer us a sign of good faith by publically stating you will not now or in the future launch unprovoked attacks against the people of Libertia or any other nation.
"We wish to resolve this crisis peacefully. But to do so, both sides must be willing to deal with each other fairly. Making unrealistic demands and threatening war if we do not comply is not diplomacy, it is school-yard bullying.
"And the MESS will not be bullied."
Summary:
MESS is asking General Alexander to request a defense pact, request through ProTec.
Shinra Republic offering to establish embassies in all three Libertia nations, and extending offer for them to do the same.
MESS once more requests Saddamistan to enter public and open diplomatic talks to resolve the situation.
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
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Master_Baerne
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Baernish News Service
File BNS-25
His Grace's Government announced today that plans are being drawn up for a resource-availability study of Indhopal, the nation home to ProTec. It is expected that Indhopal will prove as rich in minerals as the rest of Nova Terra.
In addition, the Minister of War stated that the creation of armored shelters has begun, to be used in the event of nuclear war. He stated that this seems only too likely in the current political climate.
File BNS-25
His Grace's Government announced today that plans are being drawn up for a resource-availability study of Indhopal, the nation home to ProTec. It is expected that Indhopal will prove as rich in minerals as the rest of Nova Terra.
In addition, the Minister of War stated that the creation of armored shelters has begun, to be used in the event of nuclear war. He stated that this seems only too likely in the current political climate.
Conversion Table:
2000 Mockingbirds = 2 Kilomockingbirds
Basic Unit of Laryngitis = 1 Hoarsepower
453.6 Graham Crackers = 1 Pound Cake
1 Kilogram of Falling Figs - 1 Fig Newton
Time Between Slipping on a Banana Peel and Smacking the Pavement = 1 Bananosecond
Half of a Large Intestine = 1 Semicolon
2000 Mockingbirds = 2 Kilomockingbirds
Basic Unit of Laryngitis = 1 Hoarsepower
453.6 Graham Crackers = 1 Pound Cake
1 Kilogram of Falling Figs - 1 Fig Newton
Time Between Slipping on a Banana Peel and Smacking the Pavement = 1 Bananosecond
Half of a Large Intestine = 1 Semicolon
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MKSheppard
- Ruthless Genocidal Warmonger
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30,000 feet over the Pezookian Sea
The RB-1 nudged closer to the tanker; only one more tankup would be needed, and then it would be free sailing back home to Shepnukistan. The crew of the RB-1 was tired, after spending nearly forty hours in the air as part of the former airborne alert near Terra Libertia; and as they nudged their craft closer to the tanker, they did not notice the irregularities in their port outboard engine until it blew apart in a spray of turbine blades, shredding the other engine in the port engine pod; and damaging the innermost engine on the starboard engine pod; as well as cutting open vital hydraulic and electrical control lines in the RB-1's belly.
The aircraft faced with the loss of three engines and sluggish controls quickly went into a spin; and after several seconds of trying to fight the controls; the Pilot decided to hell with it, and gave the order to punch out.
40,000 feet over western Shepnukistan
"We have a BROKEN ARROW, Mr President," announced the President's military aide.
"Oh christ. What, where who?" snapped Sheppard.
"One of our RB-1s; we're still checking, it appears to have been the same one which was damaged by Tian Xian F-22s in that overflight a while back; suddenly lost power and went into a spin. The crew's safely ejected, and their emergency beacons are functioning properly."
"What'd we lose?"
"Unfortunately, this was one of the nuclear armed aircraft; loadout was one Mark Seven and ten SRAMs."
"Okay, any chance they survived the impact?"
"It's possible; but the big problem is that the water in that region is only a couple hundred feet; and if anyone was to dive there before us, they could get their hands on enough plutonium for at least two "Fat Man" type weapons."
"Shit."
The RB-1 nudged closer to the tanker; only one more tankup would be needed, and then it would be free sailing back home to Shepnukistan. The crew of the RB-1 was tired, after spending nearly forty hours in the air as part of the former airborne alert near Terra Libertia; and as they nudged their craft closer to the tanker, they did not notice the irregularities in their port outboard engine until it blew apart in a spray of turbine blades, shredding the other engine in the port engine pod; and damaging the innermost engine on the starboard engine pod; as well as cutting open vital hydraulic and electrical control lines in the RB-1's belly.
The aircraft faced with the loss of three engines and sluggish controls quickly went into a spin; and after several seconds of trying to fight the controls; the Pilot decided to hell with it, and gave the order to punch out.
40,000 feet over western Shepnukistan
"We have a BROKEN ARROW, Mr President," announced the President's military aide.
"Oh christ. What, where who?" snapped Sheppard.
"One of our RB-1s; we're still checking, it appears to have been the same one which was damaged by Tian Xian F-22s in that overflight a while back; suddenly lost power and went into a spin. The crew's safely ejected, and their emergency beacons are functioning properly."
"What'd we lose?"
"Unfortunately, this was one of the nuclear armed aircraft; loadout was one Mark Seven and ten SRAMs."
"Okay, any chance they survived the impact?"
"It's possible; but the big problem is that the water in that region is only a couple hundred feet; and if anyone was to dive there before us, they could get their hands on enough plutonium for at least two "Fat Man" type weapons."
"Shit."
"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
Contacting Alexander on behalf of the MESS was a lot easier than contacting the Sultan for FUN had been. It was as easy as setting up a secure satelite uplink and letting the leaders speak.
The men at ProTec felt for sure that Alexander would accept the offer, as it was basically no strings attached. Either ProTec's role would be expanded or suplanted by members of MESS. Did they intend to sell him arms? Would they want to use ProTec as a proxy? Only time would tell.
Having the MESS extend protection may be very good for ProTec, as Sadaamistan would surely try to influence events in the Sultan's territory. Instead of invading, he may very well back a warlord with weapons and advising teams. In those sircumstances, it would be good to have MESS in ProTec's and Alexander's corner. On the other hand, that could severely comprimise ProTec's ability to appear neutral.
The men at ProTec felt for sure that Alexander would accept the offer, as it was basically no strings attached. Either ProTec's role would be expanded or suplanted by members of MESS. Did they intend to sell him arms? Would they want to use ProTec as a proxy? Only time would tell.
Having the MESS extend protection may be very good for ProTec, as Sadaamistan would surely try to influence events in the Sultan's territory. Instead of invading, he may very well back a warlord with weapons and advising teams. In those sircumstances, it would be good to have MESS in ProTec's and Alexander's corner. On the other hand, that could severely comprimise ProTec's ability to appear neutral.
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Coyote
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"Sir, folks from ProTec want to know if we'll be contributing to the Libertopian mission to Alexander's territory," the Foreign Minister said, with his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone.
"Let me see the phone," Arik said. The minister handed it over.
"The People's Republic of Canissia has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with anyone or anything in Libertopia. At all, Period." He hung up the phone.
"I am really starting to hate these fucking assholes," he grumbled.
"Let me see the phone," Arik said. The minister handed it over.
"The People's Republic of Canissia has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with anyone or anything in Libertopia. At all, Period." He hung up the phone.
"I am really starting to hate these fucking assholes," he grumbled.
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!
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WesFox13
- Padawan Learner
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Wes had looked at the news reports concering Terra Libertia along with Saddamistan. He sighed. "I can't Believe it's come to this.". He had a small tiny nation. He had a feeling that noone would attack him because he was so small ind unimportant, however he had his citizens order up bottles of Anti-Rad tablets from Shroomania and pratice air raid drills along with encouring people to order bomb shelters. He also prepared his own Bunker. Wes really hoped he wouldn't be needing to use it.
My Political Compass:
Economic Left/Right: -5.25
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.90
Designation: Libertarian Left (Social Democrat/Democratic Socialist)
Alignment: Chaotic-Good
Economic Left/Right: -5.25
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -5.90
Designation: Libertarian Left (Social Democrat/Democratic Socialist)
Alignment: Chaotic-Good
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K. A. Pital
- Glamorous Commie
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Central Sea RB-1 Crash Site naval lockdown
The carrier groups en route to Red Technocracy ports are, according to the recent radiograms, circulating in the RB-1 crash site area.
A retrival ship "Commune" is underway, according to the sources in the Korolev Naval Base.
The carrier groups en route to Red Technocracy ports are, according to the recent radiograms, circulating in the RB-1 crash site area.
A retrival ship "Commune" is underway, according to the sources in the Korolev Naval Base.
Lì ci sono chiese, macerie, moschee e questure, lì frontiere, prezzi inaccessibile e freddure
Lì paludi, minacce, cecchini coi fucili, documenti, file notturne e clandestini
Qui incontri, lotte, passi sincronizzati, colori, capannelli non autorizzati,
Uccelli migratori, reti, informazioni, piazze di Tutti i like pazze di passioni...
...La tranquillità è importante ma la libertà è tutto!
Lì paludi, minacce, cecchini coi fucili, documenti, file notturne e clandestini
Qui incontri, lotte, passi sincronizzati, colori, capannelli non autorizzati,
Uccelli migratori, reti, informazioni, piazze di Tutti i like pazze di passioni...
...La tranquillità è importante ma la libertà è tutto!
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The Yosemite Bear
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The Bear Republic is sorry to hear that they can no longer ship goods to Canissa. Which we now have been mis-informed is the result of misreading an announcement...
So we have spent two years building a giant gauss catapult in the desert, and we have no use for it?
Well we could play "scorched earth" with the infinate ocean on the other side of the planet.....
So we have spent two years building a giant gauss catapult in the desert, and we have no use for it?
Well we could play "scorched earth" with the infinate ocean on the other side of the planet.....
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The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
BBC Reports
June 24th 2010
News in Brief
Space Ministry reports delay of remaining HISCO satellites do to production problems. 42 satellites in orbit, 8 ready to launch, but only two Vulkan rockets will be completed by next month.
Space Ministry seeks buyers for extra Proton-M rocket construction ability. Seeks to prevent production lines from idling.
Defense Ministry reports NBC preparations "lacking". Notes issue with improper or ill-fitting equipment for police and city officials. Request funds for 2011 budget year. City and local Fire departments single bright spot in report, all gear up to date
..In Political News the Liberal Party MP's all appeared to condemn his Grace's actions in regards to Saddamnstain. Their speech referenced concerns about Saddamstain's isolation nature and possible possession of Chemical weapons.
Also in Political News the date has been set on the next International Confrence, the dates being considered are January 20th(OOC:That's March 30th a Friday) or Feburary 2nd(OOC:March 31st, Saturday), the messagel has gone out to governments and the final date will be selected well in advance this year to prevent last years attendance problems.
June 24th 2010
News in Brief
Space Ministry reports delay of remaining HISCO satellites do to production problems. 42 satellites in orbit, 8 ready to launch, but only two Vulkan rockets will be completed by next month.
Space Ministry seeks buyers for extra Proton-M rocket construction ability. Seeks to prevent production lines from idling.
Defense Ministry reports NBC preparations "lacking". Notes issue with improper or ill-fitting equipment for police and city officials. Request funds for 2011 budget year. City and local Fire departments single bright spot in report, all gear up to date
..In Political News the Liberal Party MP's all appeared to condemn his Grace's actions in regards to Saddamnstain. Their speech referenced concerns about Saddamstain's isolation nature and possible possession of Chemical weapons.
Also in Political News the date has been set on the next International Confrence, the dates being considered are January 20th(OOC:That's March 30th a Friday) or Feburary 2nd(OOC:March 31st, Saturday), the messagel has gone out to governments and the final date will be selected well in advance this year to prevent last years attendance problems.
"A cult is a religion with no political power." -Tom Wolfe
Pardon me for sounding like a dick, but I'm playing the tiniest violin in the world right now-Dalton
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The Yosemite Bear
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other news from the BR.
Elise Miller attempts marathon solo flight!
Actress, Aviator, homemaker, and wife to Kodiak News & Entertainment corperation Head Joshua Miller, has announced that she will indeed go ahead with her planned round the world solo flight despite recent developments. Miller is quoted as saying "Saddam, can go both <bleep> himself"
Miller's aircraft is a coustom designed Hughes aircraft, it will be meeting up with an airship for refueling. The engines are long endurance, and once proper altitude is reached, the flying wing design works more effeiantly.
Elise Miller attempts marathon solo flight!
Actress, Aviator, homemaker, and wife to Kodiak News & Entertainment corperation Head Joshua Miller, has announced that she will indeed go ahead with her planned round the world solo flight despite recent developments. Miller is quoted as saying "Saddam, can go both <bleep> himself"
Miller's aircraft is a coustom designed Hughes aircraft, it will be meeting up with an airship for refueling. The engines are long endurance, and once proper altitude is reached, the flying wing design works more effeiantly.
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The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
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The Yosemite Bear
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Bear Republic to consider sale of Subway Excavation vehicle.
The coustom mining vehicle that the Senate purchased in 2008 and saw subsequent appearance of in 2009 in order to rebuild the Republic's high speed rail line. The subway constructed through "The Teeth" seperating the Southern Desert from the nothern Fertile valleys. (the original pass used is still covered in hardened lava). Said vehicle could be of use to any nation wanting to build a subterrianian rail network, or given recent actions by Saddam, wanting to build large scale of fallout communities.
Many believe that this is simply an attempt to off set the ungodly costs of building two of these vehicles under emergency provisions during 2008-2009 disaster budgets.
Also considering use for fixed, high energy cost, launch catapult... The foundation was set in 2008, the construction continued on through 2009 and now through 2010 as part of the Bear Republic's Advanced Electromagnetic theory institute. Along with on going construction of a Supercollider, again 2008, 2009, 2010 budgets were still spending a billion a year on it.) The advanced Electromagnetic institute has also recently been involved in currently unworkable in a real situation, naval grade ceramic dart electromagnetic artillery project.
Also the Institute has began work on controling super high temprature gas for wielding and other purposes using electromagnetics.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
Royal Palace, Astoria
The Fireplace Room was one of those places where the King could just sit and relax, or think. There were no phones installed inside, no TV and no computers of any kind. Just plush, soft sofas and armchairs, a coffee table, a well-stacked bookshelf and - of course - a large fireplace.
The King was sitting there for the last two hours, staring at the fire, thinking about the current situation.
So...the OMSK was not willing to go to war with Saddamistan over Libertia. Understandable, but their approach to the situation was...less than stellar. They gave indications they favored a strong response to Saddamistan's unilateral attack against the Sultan, and then withdrew. If they wanted this resolved peacefully, why didn't they just say so from the start? Why the deployments, the surging navy, the SAC patrols?
Mistrust seemed to permeate this world. The FUN was balanced on a razor's edge between two power blocks unable or unwilling to talk to each other.
The King wondered...if war over Libertia was unacceptable, what was? If PeZookia was to start a bio-weapons program, would it be bombed to cinders? Probably, yeah. But would Saddamistan? The King had to admit to himself - probably not.
But will they be willing to back one of the warlords? Shep already said he didn't care if the Sultan got ousted from power or taken over by his neigbors, which means they didn't care about Libertopians per se - they had their own view of how Libertopian affairs should look, and there was no place for the Sultan in this view.
Damn, the King thought, and, of course, we had to promise the Sultan aid if he rescinded the Jihad!
And he did. Will that be seen as aiding the Sultan? What if Ramsley started arming himself,and the OMSK backed him up instead of withdrawing aid?
One thing was certain. Nothing would be done unless everyone agreed on it. Doing anything in Libertopia without approval from other alliances would risk dragging the entire FUN into a proxy war nobody wanted.
The King got up. It was time for action.
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International Adress
Broadcasted via ShroomSat TV
The typical Gore and Guts program was delayed an hour. Outrage from bloodthirsty idiots was fierce, but ShroomSat TV executives were not that far in la-la land yet so as to ignore an important speech in a time of WMD fears. The idiots would have to wait.
The adress was announced beforehand on most SSTV channels. When the time came, king Paul I, sovereign of the II Republic of PeZookia, appeared on screen in front of FUN and PeZookian flags.
"Citizens of the world, I speak to you in this time of fear and crisis. Once again, the powerful nation of Saddamistan becomes a focal point of international attention with his attacks against Terra Libertia."
"For those who followed the recent crisis, many things which transpired through the last several days have been perplexing and confusing. Many believed war was imminent, some blamed various world alliances for instigating the crisis, asking us: What do we care about Libertia? Why risk war in response to an attack on this godforsaken land?"
"To those people I have this to say: We care about those people who suffer more than us. We care for them, because they did not chose the land they were born in and they bear no responsibility for any slight, real or imagined, brought by their leaders against their neighbors."
"We have reached out to these people not because we support a particular ideology, but because we care about the ones who suffer during bombing, those who have no voice and who are considered playthings of the strong. They live under rule different from what we consider civilized, and many of our own citizens condemn and criticize that rule - but all of us desire to resolve the problems in Libertopia, to help these people build a country where, at least, they would not be threatened by death every day. And yet, we have our own problems doing so."
"Many of you probably remember that PeZookia proposed a solution to this situation. Not a perfect one, most probably, perhaps not even the wisest one. It rejected any and all military intervention. It called for humanitarian investment and aid. It required all nations to refrain themselves from using weapons to solve a problem which weapons would only complicate. "
"Many world leaders agreed with us about this plan. However, some did not listen, and preferred their own solutions - violent, but quick ones."
"Saddamistan is a nation which favors strenght over diplomacy, and action rather than restraint. Perplexing as it may be, for they do not understand that, had they acted like good citizens and discussed their plans with us, much grief could be avoided. Secrecy, backroom deals, paranoia and fear are what drives countries like these. But heed my words - they are wrong advisors. Even simple and noble things may become problems, if they are done unilaterally. A simplest humanitarian endavour becomes a threat if undertaken suddendly and without warning to others. Misunderstandings can ruin the noblest of plans."
"Taking all these matters into account, it has become obvious that Libertopian troubles will not be possible to resolve unless all nations concerned with the well-being of these people agree on a course of action. PeZookia calls for an immediate International Conference on Terra Libertia, so that all nations of the world can express their desires and objectives towards this land. We further ask that the Great Saddam himself attends the conference and informs us of his intentions concerning this land, and his plans to solve it."
"Untill such time as necessary, PeZookia will continue to participate in MESS naval operations to the degree that is proper and necessary."
"Without agreement, any action will lead to crisis."
Summary:
PeZookia calls for all nations and all three alliances to pulically agree on a course of action towards Libertia.
PeZookian military forces will continue to participate in DEFENDING LIBERTY.
The Fireplace Room was one of those places where the King could just sit and relax, or think. There were no phones installed inside, no TV and no computers of any kind. Just plush, soft sofas and armchairs, a coffee table, a well-stacked bookshelf and - of course - a large fireplace.
The King was sitting there for the last two hours, staring at the fire, thinking about the current situation.
So...the OMSK was not willing to go to war with Saddamistan over Libertia. Understandable, but their approach to the situation was...less than stellar. They gave indications they favored a strong response to Saddamistan's unilateral attack against the Sultan, and then withdrew. If they wanted this resolved peacefully, why didn't they just say so from the start? Why the deployments, the surging navy, the SAC patrols?
Mistrust seemed to permeate this world. The FUN was balanced on a razor's edge between two power blocks unable or unwilling to talk to each other.
The King wondered...if war over Libertia was unacceptable, what was? If PeZookia was to start a bio-weapons program, would it be bombed to cinders? Probably, yeah. But would Saddamistan? The King had to admit to himself - probably not.
But will they be willing to back one of the warlords? Shep already said he didn't care if the Sultan got ousted from power or taken over by his neigbors, which means they didn't care about Libertopians per se - they had their own view of how Libertopian affairs should look, and there was no place for the Sultan in this view.
Damn, the King thought, and, of course, we had to promise the Sultan aid if he rescinded the Jihad!
And he did. Will that be seen as aiding the Sultan? What if Ramsley started arming himself,and the OMSK backed him up instead of withdrawing aid?
One thing was certain. Nothing would be done unless everyone agreed on it. Doing anything in Libertopia without approval from other alliances would risk dragging the entire FUN into a proxy war nobody wanted.
The King got up. It was time for action.
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International Adress
Broadcasted via ShroomSat TV
The typical Gore and Guts program was delayed an hour. Outrage from bloodthirsty idiots was fierce, but ShroomSat TV executives were not that far in la-la land yet so as to ignore an important speech in a time of WMD fears. The idiots would have to wait.
The adress was announced beforehand on most SSTV channels. When the time came, king Paul I, sovereign of the II Republic of PeZookia, appeared on screen in front of FUN and PeZookian flags.
"Citizens of the world, I speak to you in this time of fear and crisis. Once again, the powerful nation of Saddamistan becomes a focal point of international attention with his attacks against Terra Libertia."
"For those who followed the recent crisis, many things which transpired through the last several days have been perplexing and confusing. Many believed war was imminent, some blamed various world alliances for instigating the crisis, asking us: What do we care about Libertia? Why risk war in response to an attack on this godforsaken land?"
"To those people I have this to say: We care about those people who suffer more than us. We care for them, because they did not chose the land they were born in and they bear no responsibility for any slight, real or imagined, brought by their leaders against their neighbors."
"We have reached out to these people not because we support a particular ideology, but because we care about the ones who suffer during bombing, those who have no voice and who are considered playthings of the strong. They live under rule different from what we consider civilized, and many of our own citizens condemn and criticize that rule - but all of us desire to resolve the problems in Libertopia, to help these people build a country where, at least, they would not be threatened by death every day. And yet, we have our own problems doing so."
"Many of you probably remember that PeZookia proposed a solution to this situation. Not a perfect one, most probably, perhaps not even the wisest one. It rejected any and all military intervention. It called for humanitarian investment and aid. It required all nations to refrain themselves from using weapons to solve a problem which weapons would only complicate. "
"Many world leaders agreed with us about this plan. However, some did not listen, and preferred their own solutions - violent, but quick ones."
"Saddamistan is a nation which favors strenght over diplomacy, and action rather than restraint. Perplexing as it may be, for they do not understand that, had they acted like good citizens and discussed their plans with us, much grief could be avoided. Secrecy, backroom deals, paranoia and fear are what drives countries like these. But heed my words - they are wrong advisors. Even simple and noble things may become problems, if they are done unilaterally. A simplest humanitarian endavour becomes a threat if undertaken suddendly and without warning to others. Misunderstandings can ruin the noblest of plans."
"Taking all these matters into account, it has become obvious that Libertopian troubles will not be possible to resolve unless all nations concerned with the well-being of these people agree on a course of action. PeZookia calls for an immediate International Conference on Terra Libertia, so that all nations of the world can express their desires and objectives towards this land. We further ask that the Great Saddam himself attends the conference and informs us of his intentions concerning this land, and his plans to solve it."
"Untill such time as necessary, PeZookia will continue to participate in MESS naval operations to the degree that is proper and necessary."
"Without agreement, any action will lead to crisis."
Summary:
PeZookia calls for all nations and all three alliances to pulically agree on a course of action towards Libertia.
PeZookian military forces will continue to participate in DEFENDING LIBERTY.
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.