NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is kinda an RP... Read here (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98857) to learn about Christmas Caroler's trip around the world. If you want us to visit your nation, please say so there, and we'll put you on our itenary.

Okay, this is how this works, if we're in your nation, and the Carolers are singing, you can react however. Stone them, have them arrested, praise them, have a revolt over them, anything. Some nations we're visited just by default, without request. :P

IC:

News Reporter: The Christmas Carolers are currently in Crimmond, starting their trip around the world in Crimmond's Capital city! Lets listen, as they continue to sing outside the Crimmond Government buildings...[/i]

Carolers: (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/FelizNavidad.mid))
"Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.
We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of our hearts.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Feliz Navidad
Prospero Ano y Felicidad.

We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
We wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of our hearts!"

<Check TGs>

News Reporter: While a group of Carolers on Earth sing in Crimmond, out here in the Orion Sector, another Group is starting on Steel Butterfly. Lets listen in...

Carolers: (MidiLink (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/SilverBells1.mid))
"City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, dressed in holiday style
In the air there's a feeling of Christmas
Children laughing, people passing, meeting smile after smile
And on ev'ry street corner you'll hear

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear themsing
Soon it will be Christmas day

Strings of street lights, even stop lights, blink a bright red and green
As the shoppers rush home with their treasures
Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, this is Santa's big scene
And above all this bustle you'll hear

Silver bells, silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city
Ring-a-ling, hear them sing
Soon it will be Christmas day!"

Chuckles are heard throughout the Empire which bans Organized Religion. However, it still celebrates the Santa aspect of the holiday by tradition. Indeed, with the new Sky Marshall, it is a joyous time.

<Being patient... Can you compose an entire song in that style? I have faith, but...>

New Reporter: These Carolers are from Earth too, which I believe Steel Butterfly has cut off all links to... Earth is in the Sol System right? Oh, lets listen in, they're starting a new song...

Carolers (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/MrGrinch1.mid)
"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel,
You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch,
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch,
Your heart's an empty hole,
Your brain is full of spiders, you have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch,
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You have termites in your smile,
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch,
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!

You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch,
You're the king of sinful sots,
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch,
You're a three decker sauerkraut and toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch,
With a nauseous super "naus"!
You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Grinch,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable mangled up in tangled up knots!

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch,
You're a nasty wasty skunk,
Your heart is full of unwashed socks, your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote,
'Stink, stank, stunk'!"

<I can compose a song to a Christmas Carol Melody... I just am doing the real ones right now....>

OOC: My... I feel honored that so far I have been mentioned by three nations I never interact with in two days. This is truly a sign I am spending too much time here.

IC: Lord Tian blinks as he watches the peope singing outside the palace. "What is this holiday they are celebrating again?"

An aide steps up. "Christmas sir. A holiday adopted by Christians, but held on the date of a pagan holiday. Ironic, but they took Easter away from the Pagans too..."

Lord Tian nods and watches them. "Well, keep an eye on them and if they start trouble, deport them immediatly."

OOC: Actually, I do know you on my main nation, Crimmond. But none of you will know who I am! So there :P. And I just thought it would be good to start in Central Europe, and you came to mind...

IC:

News Reporter: The Carolers are just about finishing up here, and now will go onto Baggera...

OOC: Actually, I do know you on my main nation, Crimmond. But none of you will know who I am! So there :P. And I just thought it would be good to start in Central Europe, and you came to mind...OOC: Just don't go to my other nation to the immediate East, Baggera. The carolers will be forced to compete in 'Who Wants to be an Immigrant?' and then be put into the slave caste for the rest of their lives. :wink:

OOC: Actually, I do know you on my main nation, Crimmond. But none of you will know who I am! So there :P. And I just thought it would be good to start in Central Europe, and you came to mind...OOC: Just don't go to my other nation to the immediate East, Baggera. The carolers will be forced to compete in 'Who Wants to be an Immigrant?' and then be put into the slave caste for the rest of their lives. :wink:


You could have told us earlier!

OOC: Aw, good. That answer really narrows down the list of who you are. Hee hee. That leaves.... aw crap. At least 35 nations. :lol:

OOC: *Gathers popcorn, prepares to watch the Baggerinator get to work...* Ye bloody heathen mongrel.

Later on, at the Baggera Border... The Carolers are humming as they come up on the barbed wire of the border.

Head Caroler: Carolers!

Carolers: Yes sir!

Head Caroler: Proceed with operation 'Pa rum pum pum pum!'

Three women Carolers step Forward.

Carolers: Yes sir!

The Carolers all take out their song books, and break into song, while the three women Carolers who stepped forward take out wire clippers hidden somewhere in their Victorian Dresses.

Carolers: (Midi Link)
"Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come."

As the Carolers sing, the three women Carolers joyfully hum the song, as they dance through the Barbed wire, cutting it as they go. The other Carolers following down the path they make, continuing to sing.

Carolers:
"Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?"

They make their way through the Barbed Wire, and look out onto a mine field.

Head Caroler: Right then, Carolers!
Carolers: Yes sir!
Head Caroler: Proceed with Operation 'Skaters Waltz!'
Carolers: Yes sir!

All the Carolers grab a dancing partner, the women curtsy, the men bow. Then they all start humming the Skaters Waltz, as they Dance their way across the mine field, not one mine being set off, not one Caroler dying.

Head Caroler: Carolers! Remember, if there's a song in your heart, and your goal is Good, you can overcome anything!

Meanwhile, the Baggera Officials -- watching the event unfold on video Monitors -- sit in shock, with their mouths open. "Did they just... SING AND DANCE their way across the border?" One of them asks. "Yep..." Another says.

The Carolers hum as they march along the countryside towards Minsk, their Victorian outfits still perfect.

OOC: There's only 40 of them in that group... And I don't find this too unrealistic :p

The land before them is 10.5 miles of pure hell. Barbed wire, land mines, punji pits, radiation zones, rivers and lakes full of bio/chem weapons and, of course, the wandering death machines.

Not a pleasent sight.

One of the outer machines identifies them as contestants and opens fire with a 30 calliber machine gun. People across the nation watch the carolers from their homes. This was getting interesting.

The Women carolers put on a smile.

Women Carolers:
"I can do anything you can do, better!
I can do anything better then you!"

The women carolers sing as they kartwheel over the Barbed wire, outwiting the Machines, and disableing them by pulling out their wires as they dance and sing by.

The bullets stop flyin across the field, as the Outter Machines have all been disabled within a few minutes, only two choruses of 'I can do anything Better then you'.

The men left behind the Barbed Wire take out wire cutters of their own, and start singing.

Men Carolers:
"Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come."

Finally catching up to the women, they all look upon Pits filled with iky bad things. Yet the Carolers keep smileing faces.

Head Carolers: Right then... Carolers!
Carolers: Yes sir!
Head Caroler: Operation Merrily, we'll come to you!

The Carolers pull out their song books, and start marching down the pits, bringing out gas masks as well.

Carolers (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/DingDongMerrily.mid))
"Ding Dong! merrily on high
In heav'n the bells are ringing
Ding, dong! verily the sky
Is riv'n with angel singing
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis"

As they March through the Pits, Machine Gun fire starting to zoom past them from more Machines. Not one bullet hits one of the Carolers as they start to skip and sway as they sing.

Carolers
"E'en so here below, below
Let steeple bells be swungen
And i-o, i-o, i-o
By priest and people be sungen
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis"

As they come upon more barbed wire, they bring out their wire clippers, clipping the wire as they go. Always singing.

Carolers
"Pray ye dutifully prime
Your matin chime, ye ringers
May ye beautifully rime
Your evetime song, ye singers
Gloria, Hosanna in excelsis"

Grabbing partners again, they waltz their way across another mine field. The bullets from the Machines still not hitting a one of them.

The end of the border in sight, they come upon several lakes, their gas masks coming in handy here, as the lakes are admiting Chemical Gasses onto the Carolers. Their skin is not bothered, as they're covered everywhere, head to toe, in several layers of heavy Victorian Clothing (Except face, but that's covered by the gas mask now). They march on, still singing, skipping, and dancing, the bullets still zooming by.

Carolers:
"Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come.

Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum
That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum,
On my drum?"

Coming upon the last Barbed Wire field, they cut through it, and march on through clear Baggera Landscape.

Caroler:
"Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum,
The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum
I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum
I play me best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum
Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum"[/i]

Head Caroler: Remember Carolers! Peace on Earth, Good Will to Man!

OOC: I was presuming you weren't using major chemical weapons here... And don't say you were, otherwise all I have planned for later will be killed off with the Carolers!

OOC: I have gas out there that kills withing twernty minutes of contact, unless you are in special NBC suits. But... I guess they missed those areas. ;)

IC: The carolers are quickly greeted by the assault marines. "Okay... all ya'lls just shaddup!" When they don't, he sighs and grabs one of them. "All right you people get to meet the Spice mines if you don't shut up for five minutes and start answering questions."

After holding them for about twenty minutes, a call comes from the Overlord. "I'll not have people singing across my nation. Stick them on a jet and send them to the Russian Forces border! If they refuses... execyte them."

The soldiers guide them to the jet, where they are whisked away to the other side of the nation and sent across the newly expanded(because of rising tensions between RF and the GDODAD) 22 miles of no mans land with the message 'Don't come back!'

OOC: Alll this provided they don't resist and get their heads blown off by the soldiers that have an ear for music like Van Gogh. This is the only way I can see to get them across without 40 people managing to defeat on of the most military minded evil nations in Europe.

OOC: You should get religion, Baggera. It gives so many new reasons to be evil...

OOC: You should get religion, Baggera. It gives so many new reasons to be evil...OOC They have one. Var'chak is God and all will serve him. And the only Christmas song allowed is Jingle Hells Bells, sung by AC/DC. :lol:

Caroler: That was rude...
Head Caroler: Now, now. Remember...
Carolers: Peace on Earth, good will towards man!
Head Caroler: Indeed! Now, let us continue!

They look out on open burnt dry land of Russia.

Head Caroler: Onto Moscow!

Carolers
""Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum
A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum
Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum
To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum,
Rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum,
So, to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum,
When we come."

And they sang into the night... Walking through the Russian Countryside... Snow setting in on them....

As morning dawned, a nice Melody could be heard approaching Kursk. The city awoke as the Carolers Marched through the city.

Carolers: (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/NoPlaceLikeHome1.mid))
"Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays,
'Cause no matter how far away you roam
When you pine for the sunshine
Of a friendly face
For the holidays, you can't beat
Home, sweet home

I met a man who lives in Tennessee
And he was headin' for Pennsylvania
And some home made pumpkin pie
From Pennsylvania folks a travelin' down
To Dixie's sunny shore
From Atlantic to Pacific, gee
The traffic is terrific

Oh there's no place like home
For the holidays, 'cause no matter
How far away you roam
If you want to be happy in a million ways
For the holidays, you can't beat
Home, sweet home"

The citizens of Kursk had come out of their homes waving, and huming along, and by the time the Carolers Marched out of town, the whole city was alive with song.

Trotting merrily through the snow, on their way to Moscow...

OOC: Where angry RF Soldiers shot them for being proponents of organised religion...

OOC: I've stated clearly we are NOT spreading Christianity, but Good Will, and Peace!

OOC: You might want to move through Russia really, really quickly...

OOC: But then Russians wouldn't have Good Will spread to them! And when exactly does RF useally sign on?

UH! WHat the hell are you trying to promote in Russia? This is it! Russian Police must arrest these carolers and send them into Gulag camps to make them seing something better like..... Russian Orchestra and Communist chants! That way we can for sure promote Unity and peace!

OOC: Alright who's the smart arse that got me into this? :P

OOC: *raises hand* :P

Ha Ha Ha! These carolers are crazy....

OOC: Remember, we will carol any song requested by the government

IC:

The Carolers sing and dance into the Kremlin, passing a group of Marching Soldiers as they dance past St. Basil's Cathedral. The Carolers stop in front of the Parliament (Or whatever ruling house of Russian Forces there is). Breaking into song, interrupting a Session of Parliament. (Of course the songs we sing are in the native language of the locals. So this would be in russian, but it's printed in English here... Just pretend)

Carolers: (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/BlueChristmas.mid))
"I'll have a blue Christmas without you;
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
Decorations of red
On a green Christmas tree
Won't mean a thing
If you're not here with me.

I'll have a blue Christmas, that's certain;
And when that blue heartache starts hurting,
You'll be doing all right
With your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas."

As a jesture of good faith. Russian Forces will allow carolling but annoying our government leaders will not be tolerated! Send in the Riot Police!

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theses carols r very sad par a pu pum pum

theses carols r very sad par a pu pum pum

GAH! BEGONE, WORM OF POOR GRAMMAR! BACK INTO THE PIT FROM WHICH YE CRAWLED!

Sorry. I'm just really sick of people typing nonsense. What the hell is that post meant to mean? After considering it for a few seconds, I have this translation:

I... am... an... idiot...

The Carolers quickly run for it, singing all the way, as they run out of the Kremlin away from the Police.

Head Caroler: Remember Carolers... The healthier we stay, the more cheer we can spread... SO RUN!

A chase through Moscow ensued, the Police never quite able to catch the Carolers. The Carolers kept Caroling all throughout the city, until finally reaching the Trans-Siberian Railroad Station.

The Carolers hopped on the train, and the Police never saw them get on. Within minutes, the Carolers were happily on their merry way to the Far East.

Several hours later, as the train passed Omsk in Siberia, the head Caroler jumped up.

Head Caroler: Carolers!

All the Carolers jumped to their feet.

Carolers: Yes sir!
Head Caroler: This train needs some cheer!
Carolers: Yes sir!

They pulled out their Carol Books.

Carolers: (Midi Link (http://www.allthingschristmas.com/music/midis/SantaComing1.mid))
Oh! You better watch out,
You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!

The Carolers started dancing though the train cars. The Russian Travellers sat in shock.

Carolers:
He's making a list,
He's checking it twice,
Gonna find out who's naughty or nice.
Santa Claus is coming to town!

He sees you when you're sleeping,
He knows when you're awake.
He knows when you've been bad or good,
So be good for goodness sake!

Soon some Russian Travellers had lightened up, huminh the tune with the dancing Carolers.

Carolers:
So. . . You better watch out,
You better not cry
You better not pout,
I'm Telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

Little tin horns, little toy drums.
Rudy-toot-toot and rummy tum tums.
Santa Claus is coming town

Little toy dolls that cuddle and coo,
Elephants, boats and Kiddie cars too.
Santa Claus is coming to town.

The kids in Girl and Boy Land
Will have a jubilee.
They're gonna build a toy land town
All around the Christmas tree.

Ohh. . . . You better watch out,
You better not cry.
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why.
Santa Claus is coming to town!

The singing continued on until Vladivostok in the Far East. By the time the Carolers left the train (This is a 4 day or longer train ride), everyone aboard was singing and dancing.

The Carolers went Caroling through the city...

Later on, the Carolers borded an Airplane at the Airport, on their way to Roania.

The events on the airplane were similar to the train. When the plane landed at <Enter Roanian Capital City here>'s International Airport, every passenger disembarked into the Terminal singing and dancing.

The Carolers disembarked, and waltzed through the Airport, everyone staring in shock as the Victorian clad people danced through the modern airport, the Women's dresses flinging about...

...The ominously drawing close presence of Roania's very own defenders of the faith, the Holy Roanian Inquisition.

<Insert dramatic music here>

Brother Boris: 'Ello, 'ello, what's all this then?

Russia dispatches two Mig-29's to try to intercept them. However it failed :(

OOC: I'll post tomorrow... Too busy right now...