Cutenessearch
The Psycotic Dictatorship of Sexas is currently searching for beautiful women willing to immigrate or part with their genome.
With the enforcement of mandatory nudity the Great Dictator has been afraid to look out the window, turn on TV or pick up a magazine. The Great Dictator has thus decided that the cuteness factor must increase.
While the great dictator is far too psycotic to consider the extermination of all ugly citizens, or at least, that has not came up for vote yet, the idea of bringing in more people of various ethnicity is appealing due to the exotic flavor it will give the wood-and-animal fur paved streets and hallways of the city.
A benefits package is being developed for all such immigrants. Involed is : Complete immunity to tall taxes and laws, in addition to getting a free box of uranium for every time the dictator goes a whole day without seeing an ugly person.
If you do not like uranium, it can be forwarded to your nearest friend/enemy at a reasonable cost, even if they are in another nation and it is illegal there.
The Psycotic Dictatorship of Sexas would like to remind everyone that it is a friendly nation and well guarded by it's national animal, the Exalted, and the fact that the OTT post is the national currency ensures that anybody who wants a lot of money can make their own... if they have any literary talent at all.
Cutenessearch
The Psycotic Dictatorship of Sexas is currently searching for beautiful women willing to immigrate or part with their genome.
Hi! The Commonwealth of Cute would like to take this opportunity to remind the world that cuteness and beauty are two very separate things. Our national flag is cute, but hardly a vision of beauty. A diamond is beautiful, but is it cute?
Anyway, Cute is our nation's biggest export, so if you're really wanting to cute-up your nation you should contact our cute consultants, which take steps to improve your nation by
Increasing the Average Eye Size
Getting Citizens in Shape
Making Everything from Buildings to Weapons rounder and more adorable
Increasing the number of fuzzy, playful creatures in your country
And, of course, we have all sorts of cute people living here, although they (nor we) have no use for boxes of uranium. Feel free to run an ad in our government bulliten advertising your offer.
Stay Cute!
The Holy Empire of Sexas would like to thank the commonwealth of cute by providing them with a large stuffed teddy bear.
When the Psycotic Dictator was informed that cute != beautiful he quickly had the messenger subjected to large amounds of uranium in an attempt to see if the mutations made him more cute. They did. He then went on public broadcast to the world announcing that while cute != beautiful, beautiful does mean cute. Mster then made it illegal for anybody to be referred to as "beautiful" if they were not first cute, under pain of being exposed to large amounts of radiation.
He then ordered me, The Minister of Foreign Relations, to attempt to discern the precise location of this government bullitain so he could apply for the seminars needed to make his entire country completely cute and beautiful.
I will be put into the U-239 "lock box" if I did not solicit a prompt reply, so I am in a bit of a hurry. The psycotic dictator has already begun research on the effects of radiation on human development in the cloning tanks to see if they could be made more cute in this manner as well as implamenting the other suggestions and sending a testing facility of your own, complete with cloning vat and uranium.
The Republic of Yggidrasil would like to take this oppurtunity to speak out against the mistreatment of people in a quest for beauty! We would like to take this oppurtunity to show you some of our fine eugenics research regarding the increasing of both the "cute" and "beauty" quotients of our own nation (research recently stimulated by the recent legalisation of public nudity). This research is compartively harmless causing no individual alteration, torture, or mistreatment but rather altering future generations to better provide for the appearance of their nation, and of course be more (re)productive and better able to worship our great Goddess (Gaea).
Now... if you were questing strictly for cute then that would be a whole other matter entirely. Also, we were wondering what the going rate for a used but still function set of cloning tanks was... we have some cute problems in our own nation, or rather a complete lack of cute is the problem.
Thanks,
Lord President Arawn of Yggidrasil
While the Holy Empire of Sexas acknowledges that our methods are extreme, the High Psycotic Dictator reminds you that we only live once, and that the ugly, non-cute people are out there RIGHT NOW, just waiting for him to look outside and scar him mentally for the rest of eternity.
However we are still intersted in your long term research. If we can agree to set up a embassy for exchange of research (long and short term) on cuteness and beauty, we will happily provide a refurbished cloning vat and the technicianl training to maintain it..
Greetings to the Holy Empire of Sexas, Commonwealth of Cute, and the Republic of Yggidraasil:
On behalf of the Queendom of Divasylvania, I would like to acknowledge the rather unusual request of the Holy Empire of Sexas. Your request is rather odd but yet facinating to the citizens of the Queendom of Divasylvania.
Although our land thrives on the contribution of our female citizens, we have hardly considered ourselves to be unattractive. Our rigerous schedule of workouts, facials, manicures, massage, and plastic surgery have given us the opportunity to be the true Divas that we really are.
Our male citizens are a much desired group, and their conributions are plentiful. However, our male "accesories" have to be just as attractive to compliment our female citizens. Kind of like a matching handbag.
We would like to extend an offer to the Holy Empire of Sexas to begin negotiations of possibly setting up an Embassy inside the Queendom of Divasylvania. That way, both of our scientisits can participate in your facinating research.
Please be forwarned, any actions resulting in the removal of citizens or land from the Queendom of Divasylvania will result in a catfight of epic proportions. We sincerely hope that our joint venture in research will be educational, beneficial and peaceful to both of our lands.
Yours, Her Surpreme Royal Highness Catherine Elizabeth Maraiah Whitney Faith Shania Britney Christina, Exaulted Ruler of the Queendom Of Divasylvania
"In Goddess We Trust"
The Holy Empire of Sexas gratefully acknowledges the existance of the.. Dino. er.. (ctrl-c, ctrl-v) Divasylvania and the beautiful women and men within whom have absolutely nothing to do with the minister of foreign relations' sudden inability to spell.
We will happily negotiate for the privilage of establishing an embassy in Divasylvania. However we do not understand why you would think we are intersted in conquereing you. We are psycotic; not stupid. We prefer instead to leave you to your own devices. We're not the borg after all :) However we also do not understand why you are so adamant on nobody coming to our country. Were we to establish an embassy we would of course inform anyone who asked of our package for cute people.
We could not help but notice that you also have a flourishing trade in book binding. Long has our currency,the OTT post, been a massive mess, for our citizens do not have the resources to collect their currency in book form, merely leaving the looseleaf, un-numbered pages lying around Perhaps some additionall arangement concerning the publishment of an official OTT book, allowing citizens to consolidate their currency more easily, could be reached.
the Holy Empire of Sexas is still looking for cute people! If you know any cute people, or people who are at least kinda-sorta cute, make sure they read this thread so that the cutenessearch research and developemnt team can include your results in our program for the ultimate in cuteness.
Also the UN no longer consideres our ruler to be psycotic... however that's the UN's fault. Our "Corrupt Dictator" ensures us that he is still quite psycotic.
To the Psychotic Dictator of Sexas;
An embassy of Cuteness and Beauty? Sure, that fits in quite well in our nation and we would gladly set up such a thing, especially in exchange for something so useful as a cloning vat to produce a superior breed of super mutant sold... errrrr models!!! Yea... models. Or maybe we'll just produce more cat girls! Mmmmm...
OOPS! Anyway, yes, the embassy will be set up within the week and we eagerly look forward to playing with the cloning vat and our remaining 3kg of uranium (the other 17kg was used in our new Tactical Intervention Missile, or Tim for short).
Also, our Tourism agents are requesting that I come up with a marketting scheme for your nation and am curious as to why the cute people of my nation should jander on over to yours. I am especially worried about the safety of my catgirls, should anything happen to them... *sniff* Errr... sorry. Well, I hope our populations both benefit from this arrangement.
Gracis,
Lord President Arawn of Yggidrasil
The Psycotic Dictator of Sexas was rather surprised at the suggestion that people come to his country temporarily, but once his strange, broken mind wrapped itself around the concept, he decided it was all for the best.
However, the psycotic dicator of Sexas does not see why anybody would want to come just for sightseeing. Sure, there are many poets, and the great splendor of our cities are one thing. But Sexas does not have much in cultural diversity. Perhaps this will increase in time.
Besides the fact that everyone who comes to Sexas will be treated like a goddess, of course, having everything that can be spared... as long as they meet certain.. physical.. requirements. Less than cute tourists must first be subjected to the insta-cuteness reperation process, which will increase their cuteness by a large degree.
The Psycotic Dictator of Sexas was rather surprised at the suggestion that people come to his country temporarily, but once his strange, broken mind wrapped itself around the concept, he decided it was all for the best.
However, the psycotic dicator of Sexas does not see why anybody would want to come just for sightseeing. Sure, there are many poets, and the great splendor of our cities are one thing. But Sexas does not have much in cultural diversity. Perhaps this will increase in time.
Besides the fact that everyone who comes to Sexas will be treated like a goddess, of course, having everything that can be spared... as long as they meet certain.. physical.. requirements. Less than cute tourists must first be subjected to the insta-cuteness reperation process, which will increase their cuteness by a large degree. This is provided free of charge to any willing applicants.
The Grand Duke-Emperor Momar sympathizes with the dictator's plight.
The people of Momaria would be glad to help, but, well... mole-people.:shock:
His psychotcness surely understands. The mole-people have a functional vision range of 14 inches, so it hasn't been a problem.
However, the Blue-footed Mole, our national animal, is inherently "cute" and, positioned strategically, could block his Psychoticness's view of his country's disgusting inhabitants. Two crates of the lovable buggers have already been dispatched. Look out, though, they tend to frolic alot. and dig.
I am cute. Just look at my flag. I think you should join me, as one of my servants. I will treat you well, so you needn't worry about that. When it comes to a psychotic dictatorship, I am by far the most respected, loved, cherished, worshiped, and desired. I have many followers, an incredibly large.. ahem.. *pause* economy, unmatched intelligence, verve, and good looks. Aside from that, you would be able to learn, while feeding me grapes, the true responsibilities of a dictator... Not that you would ever need to ever again bear the responsibility. All I ask is that you hand over your nation, and bow before me, recognizing me as your superior.
I bid you ado.
- Xidius :twisted:
the Psycotic Dictator of Sexas recently went insane, dissapearing without a trace. Meanwhile a strange puppet-dictator has been installed in the meantime as strange furry creatures begin to multiply out of control, their reproductive organs apparently supercharged by the large amount or uranium floating around. Top scientists can only explain their new multiplaction rate by suggesting that they are born pregnant.
The people of sexas are torn in the current crisis, as the pizza strike begins. The last action the psycotic dictator took was to allow employers to fire those who went on strike at will, in the hopes that it would spark all the fired pizza delivery boys to start their own businesses, thus exponentially increasing the number of pizzas actually being cooked.
Queen Keyootee bows. "Cuteness you say? My land is full of it. Even out motto is "Think Cute" Keyootee, my name sounds like cutie. Therefore all of this evidence states we are cute. Unfortunately I am not sure if my land can handle losing more of it's inhabitants after we were forced to part with some to avoid a war with Necronomicon. But my land has a technology to produce mutant children (developed by my father, yes I was a result of this technology) All of the children produced with this are cute, prolific, and with animal genetics. If you need proof I will send over some of my brothers and sisters to show you. Ally with my nation and you shall reap the benefits of being able to use this technology. Thank you for listening to my preposal." She smiles waiting patiently for your answer.
Egad!
Is this some form of cuteness boom? I rather like the idea.
Anyhoo, Psychotic Dictator of Sexas, I would like to note that I've convinced several dozen of my people to sign the requisite waivers and head into your country with the hopes of encouraging an increased acceptance of cuteification, assuming there is any lack thereof at this point. They will also come bearing trout, something of an underground delicacy in these parts only acquirable if you know the right people (or have recently arrested them). I hope the gift is well received.
Sincerely,
Lord President Arawn of Yggidrasil
Hi! First of all, thanks for the lovable teddy bear! It was a cute gift! Unfortunatly, it set geiger counter readings so high we had to encase it in 12' of lead-reinforced concrete and bury it in the center of the earth. But what we did see of it was really cute!
Just a friendly reminder that all things beautiful are not necessarily cute. Cute is a means of its own!
If you want to publish an ad in our national bulliten, just telegram it to our government offices. For fun, we did reprint your original request last week, but the whole "psychotic" thing seems to be a big turnoff among our population. Of course, it might not matter anymore since your dicator is missing. Perhaps we might suggesting putting a Mokona in his place!
We are also tickled to see so many countries who support the cause of cute! Perhaps you'd like to move to our region -- the Kawaii Sancutary -- and help us tout cute to the world.
Puuu!
http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/cute.jpg
The Skunks made a simular mistake of looking at cute and beautiful as one and the same until our wise and smart leader showed us how cute and beautiful were, infact, two entirely different things with his mistress, the beautiful and dangerous Ms Demona the Skunkubus.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EQpicts/files/EZ%20board%20picts/cute%20vs%20beautiful.JPG
As you can see, the two are entirely different and while everyone did note that Demona did, infact, look rather cute in the second outfit, most who made the mistake of bringing it up in her presence met very swift and gruesome accidents involving whatever sharp or blunt objects within easy reach of Ms Demona. ;)
The Skunks made a simular mistake of looking at cute and beautiful as one and the same until our wise and smart leader showed us how cute and beautiful were, infact, two entirely different things with his mistress, the beautiful and dangerous Ms Demona the Skunkubus.
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/EQpicts/files/EZ%20board%20picts/cute%20vs%20beautiful.JPG
As you can see, the two are entirely different and while everyone did note that Demona did, infact, look rather cute in the second outfit, most who made the mistake of bringing it up in her presence met very swift and gruesome accidents involving whatever sharp or blunt objects within easy reach of Ms Demona. ;)
The Holy Emperor of Raevyn requests that Ms. Demona visit the Imperial Palace of Raevyn and "keep him company" while he is recuperating in bed. :wink:
~Holy Emperor Vladimir
The internation television broadcast station in Sexas activates with a mighty
*CRUNCH
The psycotic dictator of Sexas crashes onto his desk and brushes himself off. It looks like he hasn't slept in days, and his clothes are mysteriously ragged and stained.
"Woah! That was fun while it lasted." he smiles, shoving himself off the desk and into his throne. "But there was WAY too much misinformation. Let this be a warning to all nations: Xidius is not cute. They have no economy to speak of. And their dictatorship is really not psycotic at all. Cruel yes, but insane? Hardly.
I admit, her dictatorship is quite.. skiled in certain.. areas of expertise, but ruling my country is not one of them."
The camera pans to show the puppet dictator who temporarily ruled over Sexas, now in a blue schoolgirl's uniform and hanging from the ceiling from shackles around her hands and feet.
"As you can see, I have attempted to make your pawn more cute.. Still... she's missing something.."
The psycotic emperor plucks a flower from a boquet, and then sticks it into her panties.
"There we go! perfect!"
He admires his handiwork for a moment and then turns back to the screen.
"Anyhow.. she's nice, but not really cute. However, I can use this to my advantage. Unless Xidius reforms their society to become more cute and more psycotic, our captive will be used in the test of our newest device.
DUN DUN DUN!
The Genderswapper!
There is no telling what side effects this device could have, but it is an important revolution in the ways of particle physics and bioengineering. Xidius, you have one week to make the necessary reforms, or your puppet dictator becomes a man."
The psycotic dictator then smiles and walks back to his chair, the camera panning to keep him in the center. To his right is the flag of Sexas, to his left, the trussed-up-schoolgirl.
"As for you other countries, we would like to thank you for the donations you have made! I haven't seen an ugly person since I came in today! Thank you everyone! Your uranium is in the mail!
Queen Keyootee, we are most interested in your fathers device. I have sent a scientific envoy to negotitate further with you, and have a contingent of pregnant mothers whom will be used to test the efectiveness of the device. Also our military advisor has been sent along in order to discuss a possible mutual protection agreement between our two countries. It is unacceptable to take civilian targets without compensation!
Nation of Yggidrasil, I wish to convey the sincere appreciation of my country and it's citzens. In fact, it was at the trout banquet that I returned and I was greatly pleased to have such an event held in my honor. I can assure you that your citizens are still needed... the ugly people are still out there.. still.. just the thought makes me afraid.. I suspect they may be living in underground sewers. If they are, they will have to be driven out.
Cute, it is still my position that Cute + Sexy = Beautiful. Although I will tolerate your disagreement, I will not change my stance on this issue. I am sorry to hear that you were forced to bury the giant teddy. I thought it was very cute. It even said things when it is squeezed. It is most unfortunate you did not have a chance to play with it. Though perhaps, in a way, buring it at the center of the earth IS playing with it. Dunno.
Anyhow, I am guessing you don't want any uranium. We have it in a large crate on our border should you change your mind. I have ordered a committee to prepare such a telegram but expect it to take a while. They are very lazy.
I am back, but would not mind having a "Mokona" assistant. I am not entirely sure what a "Mokona" is but it sounds japanese, and the japanese are very cute. However I would like to remind you that psycotic can be good! If using chocolate-flavored toothpaste is psycotic, then I don't want to be sane.
We are considering moving to Kawaii Sanctuary due to our veminit disagreement with our current area's UN Policies. The Holy Empire of Sexas prefers competent leadership.
Skuns: Uh... no. The attempt to turn it into cute succeeded and improved upon the composition as a whole. I don't know what you're talking about. Uh. It's a good thing I'm not in reach of miss Demona. I fully support her taking a trip to lord vladamir's castle.
Anyhow, I must be off. I have a captive to play with and a country to run. Later all!
*Transmission Ended
unfortunately the nation of sexas seems to be having problems with the broadcasting system. We will get back to you when the damn thing works.
The Holy Emperor of Raevyn requests that Ms. Demona visit the Imperial Palace of Raevyn and "keep him company" while he is recuperating in bed.
She can be found here -
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/DemonaTheSkunkubus/
But be warned - only those of atleast 18 years may tread here and ID is verified.
As enemies of cuteness and nudity, I, the Eras Jungle minister of boredom would like to serriously reccomend that Sexas lift their nudity laws, as their people just won't get any easier on the eyes overnight.
Kanuckistan
04-01-2003, 15:02
Genetic research has recently discovered a dormant mutagenic virus within certain members of out anthro population that, when activated and introduced directly into the bloodstream, will transform any hunam with type A, B or AB blood into a 23 year-old well proportioned and similarly endowed foxgirl* averaging 5'4, regaurdless of gender(much to the dismay of several over-enthusiactic lab techs), over the corse of a week, after which the virus decomes dormant again.
Despit claims by other nations that such a process would cause the loss of sentience, extensive MRI and psycological evaluations have shown minimal changes to core personality functions, and an actual increase in inteligence averaging 2.75%(increased sex drive, alertness, evergy, overall sensory perception, aversion to clothing, couriousity, the desire to be held/cuddle and increased positive attitude/happy go lucky tendencies have expressed in 80% of those to have undergone the transformation, but we think we'll be able to selectivly turn those on/off in the future). All research in that regaurd is avalible upon request.
Kanuckistani scientists have(clearly) managed to figure out how to reactivate the virus, but the process is fairly expensive; running $15'000 per treatment. We would be willing to offer this treatment to any willing** member of your population, althought you should know that it isn't reversible at this time, and anyone sent will have to stay the full week(IC time) until the metamorphasis is complete.
Several of the lab techs are already working on trying to locate a male counterpart virus, as you might imagine. No luck as of yet.
*We've managed to figure out how to reduce the vulpine characteristics. Anything from a full-body digitigrade with muzzel, thick fur coat, pointy ears, tail, and a wet nose, to just ears and a tail, as well as anything in between, is avalible. The designers seem to have intentionally made it difficult, to say the least, to get a purer hunam result, so don't hold your breath.
**Anyone who wants to is free to claim refugee status once on our soil, and not take the treatment, as is our law. In that case you will recive a 90% refund.
Signed:
His Right Honourible Prime Minister, Alexander Wolfius
His Excellency The Divine, Holy Emperor of Ours believes that an Embassy in The Holy Empire of Sexas would be a good idea..... especially one with very large windows, overlooking the main square.
His Excellency The Divine,
Holy Emperor of Ours
United Kingdom (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/page=display_region/region=united_kingdom)
DUN DUN DUN!
The Genderswapper!
A tall woman with dark hair, dark clothes and dark glasses appears on a viewscreen.
"Um... could I borrow that when you're done with it?"
Haywood J. Blomie
Vice-Regent of Thud
Sitting at a desk in a dark room, a beautiful human maiden in a green slip pours over a stack of letters, ensuring that they had been written properly and in just the perfect script. The letters had to be sent out, for her one true love counted on her to make reasonable responses to the nation's important foreign entities.
Sighing and taking another sip of her carefully-brewed green tea, the cocnubine of Sexas got back to work, transcribing the crude handwriting of her lover with the elegant flowing script she inherited from her mother.
My dear Xidius,
though you are very skilled in bed, I am afraid I could not stay for long. My heart strays elsewhere, with the one day goal of being totally insane. Though I will miss you, my sweet, I could not stand to learn how to efectively crush my people. They must be free to do as they wish, or else the psycosis is not complete.
As for the puppet dicator, she is safe for now. The device has already been activated, so there will be no time to save her once the process is complete. Already she is in hibernation while the capictors charge and the sensors fully detect her genetic structure. Do not try to send ninjas; due to our recent alliances we have foxgirls now who will be able to defeat any ninja you send against us.
Signed yours truly,
The Psycotic Dicator of Sexas
To the great nation of Eras Jungle,
The great empire of sexas is not interested in being bored. While sometimes apathetic, this is only more reason to not allow clothing. The nation of sexas does note that it has made vegetarianism mandatory, but though this is not nececarrily boring, it could be if done properly.
The Holy Empire of Sexas
Oh great and wise Dominion of Kanuckistan,
As you may have noticed, our sex-swapping device is nearly operational, just waiting for the proper tests to be completed. We will be willing to exhcange technologies and technicians, rhough we advise you to be wary of the high amounts of radiation anybody who goes through one of our "treatments" will experience. While seemingly unharmful, some countries think otherwise. They are foolish, but nevertheless, continue in their insistance that it is bad. Only if you don't have proper medical treatment facilities.
We thank you for your loan of the foxgirl rmercinaries; they are currently guarding the machine and we are establishing a working relationship with them. We have already discussed likely sites of our respective embassies. So far we consider the most likely site to be near the Tower of Khazad-dum.
Bearing this letter is a young girl. She may not look like much, and is only around 12, but she wrote a heartfelt letter to the psycotic dictator and he could not refuse her. She is to be the firs Sexasian to undergo the treatment. Farewell,
The Holy Empire of Sexas
His Exellency the Divine,
we acknowledge your request for an embassy and also request one in yours. However we would like to establish it in a quiet forest, preferably somewhere unobtrusive but still close enough to major thrufares to be accessable to the larger nation. We are currently considering using it as a monsatic retreat.
The Region of Thud, we are currently using the device to hold the girl hostage. However, we are willing to work out an agreement whereas you send us people and we test the device on them. Please be advised that it is not yet considered safe for human use, and many strange mutations may occur.
Attention to the nations o fthe world:
There had been reports of the radiation from our county brainwashing nearby poeoples and also lifelong inhabitants alike. Because of the nature of the brainwashing, we do not believe it to be done internally by our government, however expect it is the fault of a rouge supervillian. If you have any supervillian response teams they would be most useful for combatting this menace to our society and international reputation.
On a similiar note, yes, our embassies do radiate mass amounts of radiation. However, this is just our citizens. Do not be alarmed. We are a peaceful nation and are not smuggling nuclear weapons into your cities.
The Region of Thud, we are currently using the device to hold the girl hostage. However, we are willing to work out an agreement whereas you send us people and we test the device on them. Please be advised that it is not yet considered safe for human use, and many strange mutations may occur.
The dark-haired woman chews her lip in thought, then stops in annoyance at herself.
"Well, I can't send you test subjects. The Regent would not approve of that. I'm really the only one who needs to use that machine, but not until it's been adequately tested...
Is there another arrangement that can be made?"
Haywood J. Blomie
Vice-Regent of Thud
Your Excellency of the Holy Empire of Sexas:
We of Brueghelland sympathize with you in your hour of trial; how dreadful it must be for a sensitive soul, even one deemed psychotic, to behold those poor unfortunates whom compulsory nudity no longer allows a means to cover their unsightliness! However, given the exceptionally high levels of radiation in your nation, as well as rumors of bioengineering experiments gone amok in the search for cuteness, we cannot condone an official delegation of our cutest test subjects. (Besides, we have more than enough uranium already.)
We propose a more humane alternative. Recent experiments in virtual reality, carried out by the firm of Coppelius Spalanzani, Inc., have made it possible to perceive all humans within eyesight to the desired degree of cuteness or beauty. Our state-of-the-art model, the Olympia 2002, has already proved invaluable for treating just such psychotics as Your Excellency, enabling them to go about their daily toil fully assured that they shall never behold a human figure that does not live up to their aesthetic standards.
We would be glad to arrange for Coppelius Spalanzani, Inc. to visit Sexas and show you more. Admittedly no-one there is exactly on the cute side, but give them thirty minutes and it won't make a difference.
Kanuckistan
05-01-2003, 07:15
OOC: your lucky I became a currupt dictatorship last night ;)
IC:
The first of your subjects has(OOC: thanks to the non-liniar nature of game time ;) ) completed her transformation and is enroute back to your country.
We regret that maintainance of preexisting forgine relations prevent us from allowing you to set up an embasy in our country unless you can do something to negate the radiation levels inherent in such a venture.
Also, several of our Lab techs have expressed interest in borrowing your gender swapper, once you've perfected the technology
The Vice-Regent of Thud would like to remind Kanuckistan that _I_ was first in line to borrow the gender machine.
(Goddess knows nobody ELSE is working on a cure for this when the stupid anthro virus is taking up all their lab time...)
Sexas bioengineering has made a crucial error.
At 3:45 AM central standard time a experimental radiation manipulation field was used in an attempt to prevent the growing of fox-ears and tails on those exposed to the Kanuckistan Furry Virus (cultures 314A - 2917B). At first, the experiment seemed to be a success, and the research team (and subject) went out to celebrate their success - through use of adaptive radiation thearpy, the virus' propegation could be halted entirely! After one week has passed, the virus no longer affects the host - EVEN IF OTHER PARTS OF THE BODY WERE NEVER EXPOSED.
This breakthrough was certain to improve Sexan - Kanuckistanian relations tenfold. However, a significant side-effect was detected in the patient, as she was far more horny than usual. Expecting that the virus was about to reemerge, they immidately brought her back to the lab and began experements.
At 5:12 AM they discovered that the virus had mutated. Instead of focusing on her material body, it had begun to alter her bodies' electromagnetic radiation field. While she did not have a actual tail per se, all non-optical non-tactile devices registered a tail as existing!
It was not until somebody had the idea of using a black light that the nature of the mutation became clear. The significance of this breakthrough requires a bit of background, so let me make it clear.
Around normal humans, the pisoelectric radiation field is so minute as to be practically undetectable. Sexans, however, have a nearly tactile field. When exposed to a blacklight a sexan can immidately be detected by identifying a thin film of some mysterious insubstatnial ether. This is due to the Sexans' high exposure to uranium. It has been estimated by some experts that a Sexan is imbued with as much radiation in one hour as most human beings recieve their entire lives.
In a normal human, the mutated virus thus had little effeect - the pisoelectric radiation would not be enough to maintain the transformation. Conversely, in a Sexan, the virus would drastically change their radiological makeup, creating a spectral furrization that only the most advanced particle theoriests could hope to understand.
Consdering it a open and shut case, the full results of the experiment was recorded, and everyone turned in for the night in the same room with a double queen sized bed.
However it did not end there. The mutations, in fact, are considered to be progressive and nowhere near end. The evolutionary cycle previous to this point can only be speculated, so we will describe the current observations of the syndrome.
The radiation is not just radiation, it is now a virus in itself - a radiation virus. the radiation can affect the radioactive signature of any other thing. At first it was thought to only affect Sexans, but when foreigners were observed carrying the disease an epidemic was realized and so the borders have been shut and warnings given to all nearby nations.
The effects are rather profound. Once the radiation infects one's pisoelectric field it begins to alter the signature to one closer to that of its old host. Unlike 0 victim, however, the changing of the radioactive field ALSO changes the physical form of the afflicted!
What we have here is a disease that can travel faster than light, last thousands of years, and cannot be contained by anything less than 12 solid feet of lead. Anyone contracting the syndrome changes into a mindless furry within 12 hours, and they wish for only one thing - brains.
There is no escape. I have locked myself in this room, and I suspect the end for us all. Even now, the furries pound upon my door moaning "brains!!!! braiiiiiins!"
There is no hope for me. I am already infected. I just have to get the word out before its too late! Nobody must make the same mistake! NOBODY!! ARRRGGHHHHYYY!!!!
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Sexas bioengineering has made a crucial error.
At 3:45 AM central standard time a experimental radiation manipulation field was used in an attempt to prevent the growing of fox-ears and tails on those exposed to the Kanuckistan Furry Virus (cultures 314A - 2917B). At first, the experiment seemed to be a success, and the research team (and subject) went out to celebrate their success - through use of adaptive radiation thearpy, the virus' propegation could be halted entirely! After one week has passed, the virus no longer affects the host - EVEN IF OTHER PARTS OF THE BODY WERE NEVER EXPOSED.
This breakthrough was certain to improve Sexan - Kanuckistanian relations tenfold. However, a significant side-effect was detected in the patient, as she was far more horny than usual. Expecting that the virus was about to reemerge, they immidately brought her back to the lab and began experements.
At 5:12 AM they discovered that the virus had mutated. Instead of focusing on her material body, it had begun to alter her bodies' electromagnetic radiation field. While she did not have a actual tail per se, all non-optical non-tactile devices registered a tail as existing!
It was not until somebody had the idea of using a black light that the nature of the mutation became clear. The significance of this breakthrough requires a bit of background, so let me make it clear.
Around normal humans, the pisoelectric radiation field is so minute as to be practically undetectable. Sexans, however, have a nearly tactile field. When exposed to a blacklight a sexan can immidately be detected by identifying a thin film of some mysterious insubstatnial ether. This is due to the Sexans' high exposure to uranium. It has been estimated by some experts that a Sexan is imbued with as much radiation in one hour as most human beings recieve their entire lives.
In a normal human, the mutated virus thus had little effeect - the pisoelectric radiation would not be enough to maintain the transformation. Conversely, in a Sexan, the virus would drastically change their radiological makeup, creating a spectral furrization that only the most advanced particle theoriests could hope to understand.
Consdering it a open and shut case, the full results of the experiment was recorded, and everyone turned in for the night in the same room with a double queen sized bed.
However it did not end there. The mutations, in fact, are considered to be progressive and nowhere near end. The evolutionary cycle previous to this point can only be speculated, so we will describe the current observations of the syndrome.
The radiation is not just radiation, it is now a virus in itself - a radiation virus. the radiation can affect the radioactive signature of any other thing. At first it was thought to only affect Sexans, but when foreigners were observed carrying the disease an epidemic was realized and so the borders have been shut and warnings given to all nearby nations.
The effects are rather profound. Once the radiation infects one's pisoelectric field it begins to alter the signature to one closer to that of its old host. Unlike 0 victim, however, the changing of the radioactive field ALSO changes the physical form of the afflicted!
What we have here is a disease that can travel faster than light, last thousands of years, and cannot be contained by anything less than 12 solid feet of lead. Anyone contracting the syndrome changes into a mindless furry within 12 hours, and they wish for only one thing - brains.
There is no escape. I have locked myself in this room, and I suspect the end for us all. Even now, the furries pound upon my door moaning "brains!!!! braiiiiiins!"
There is no hope for me. I am already infected. I just have to get the word out before its too late! Nobody must make the same mistake! NOBODY!! ARRRGGHHHHYYY!!!!
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this message autotransmitted at 13:00 hours.
Sexas bioengineering has made a crucial error.
At 3:45 AM central standard time a experimental radiation manipulation field was used in an attempt to prevent the growing of fox-ears and tails on those exposed to the Kanuckistan Furry Virus (cultures 314A - 2917B). At first, the experiment seemed to be a success, and the research team (and subject) went out to celebrate their success - through use of adaptive radiation thearpy, the virus' propegation could be halted entirely! After one week has passed, the virus no longer affects the host - EVEN IF OTHER PARTS OF THE BODY WERE NEVER EXPOSED.
This breakthrough was certain to improve Sexan - Kanuckistanian relations tenfold. However, a significant side-effect was detected in the patient, as she was far more horny than usual. Expecting that the virus was about to reemerge, they immidately brought her back to the lab and began experements.
At 5:12 AM they discovered that the virus had mutated. Instead of focusing on her material body, it had begun to alter her bodies' electromagnetic radiation field. While she did not have a actual tail per se, all non-optical non-tactile devices registered a tail as existing!
It was not until somebody had the idea of using a black light that the nature of the mutation became clear. The significance of this breakthrough requires a bit of background, so let me make it clear.
Around normal humans, the pisoelectric radiation field is so minute as to be practically undetectable. Sexans, however, have a nearly tactile field. When exposed to a blacklight a sexan can immidately be detected by identifying a thin film of some mysterious insubstatnial ether. This is due to the Sexans' high exposure to uranium. It has been estimated by some experts that a Sexan is imbued with as much radiation in one hour as most human beings recieve their entire lives.
In a normal human, the mutated virus thus had little effeect - the pisoelectric radiation would not be enough to maintain the transformation. Conversely, in a Sexan, the virus would drastically change their radiological makeup, creating a spectral furrization that only the most advanced particle theoriests could hope to understand.
Consdering it a open and shut case, the full results of the experiment was recorded, and everyone turned in for the night in the same room with a double queen sized bed.
However it did not end there. The mutations, in fact, are considered to be progressive and nowhere near end. The evolutionary cycle previous to this point can only be speculated, so we will describe the current observations of the syndrome.
The radiation is not just radiation, it is now a virus in itself - a radiation virus. the radiation can affect the radioactive signature of any other thing. At first it was thought to only affect Sexans, but when foreigners were observed carrying the disease an epidemic was realized and so the borders have been shut and warnings given to all nearby nations.
The effects are rather profound. Once the radiation infects one's pisoelectric field it begins to alter the signature to one closer to that of its old host. Unlike 0 victim, however, the changing of the radioactive field ALSO changes the physical form of the afflicted!
What we have here is a disease that can travel faster than light, last thousands of years, and cannot be contained by anything less than 12 solid feet of lead. Anyone contracting the syndrome changes into a mindless furry within 12 hours, and they wish for only one thing - brains.
There is no escape. I have locked myself in this room, and I suspect the end for us all. Even now, the furries pound upon my door moaning "brains!!!! braiiiiiins!"
There is no hope for me. I am already infected. I just have to get the word out before its too late! Nobody must make the same mistake! NOBODY!! ARRRGGHHHHYYY!!!!
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this message autotransmitted at 13:00 hours.
Kanuckistan
05-01-2003, 13:03
The Dominion of Kanuckistan has dispatched a number of automated surveyors to take readings and samples, and requests clarification; is this actually happening? Does it effect those already anthro? And our scientists specifly warned yours not to go messing around with that bug when we returned the girl! You could have always have tryed cosmedic sergery.
I believe I read someone that the origin of the word cute was to describe something that was "Ugly but interesting" which is why the nation of Grostopia isn't cute 8)