NationStates Jolt Archive

"...and so it is the uttermost folly of any government to grant their population that most dreaded of horrors, 'civil rights'. What rights are civil? The very phrase is meaningless; are they polite rights? Civilian rights? Do they, therefore, not apply to the military?

"The very nature of the phrase screams its folly - yet so many otherwise intelligent leaders are deluded by their unfortunately stupid advisors (and population) into 'widening' their civil rights policies, in the name of 'progress'.

"Angagor is progressive! Angagor is mighty!

"We need no 'civil rights'. We have political rights - the People have the right to disagree with my policies, even though it is a crime to do so. How can we prevent them from being suicidal, after all? Suicide is merely one of many options available to the living - to deny the right to suicide is to deny the inherant rights of any living being.

"And yet foreigners seem to believe that they have the right to enter the Istima Dominion of Angagor and criticize our policies.

"Well, we have had enough of these blatant efforts to destabilize our glorious culture and society. From this hour forwards, the Istima Dominion of Angagor is closed to any 'tourists' from the disgusting democratic states of the outside world.

"Any foreigners entering the Istima Dominion from unauthorized states will be executed on arrival.

"Any complaints made to the Dominion regarding these executions will be considered to be breaches of our sovereignty, and will be responded to accordingly..."

~ Excerpt of Dominar Shektar's speech to the People of Angagor via the Public Address System

[ANGAGOR 'MODERN/FUTURE' RP]

[OOC: The above tag is so that the members of my region, Daegor, can be well aware that this thread has nothing to do with the time-setting that Daegor is 'in' - namely, 'Ancient'.]

I spy with my little I a republican being born

Good morning Sir. Can't wait till your life rests in the brilliant liberal genius hands of a brain surgeon who, had they been given better education when they were young, could repair the gaping hole i just made in your head.

save trees. kill republicans.

Civil is most likely referring to civilians. You see, those in the military do not have time to enjoy Civil Rights, but before and after they are in the military they may enjoy these civil rights.

But remember, you have the freedom and liberty to take freedom and liberty from others. Enjoy that freedom while you may, for one day the enslaver may become the enslaved.

--Xero Tora

Edit: Spelling.

I spy with my little I a republican being born

Good morning Sir. Can't wait till your life rests in the brilliant liberal genius hands of a brain surgeon who, had they been given better education when they were young, could repair the gaping hole i just made in your head.

save trees. kill republicans.

I'm quite certain that this is intended to say something, but, for the life of me, I cannot determine what.

~ Commissar Ekurat

Civil is most likely referring to civilians. You see, those in the military do not have time to enjoy Civil Rights, but before and after they are in the military they may enjoy these civil rights.

But remember, you have the freedom and liberty to take freedom and liberty from others. Enjoy that freedom while you may, for one day the enslaver may become the enslaved.

--Xero Tora

Ah, but the Dominar's freedom and liberty is absolute (for He is the God-Ruler of Angagor), whereas the freedom and liberty of mere mortals must be limited - for they lack the intellectual capacity (the poor things) to be capable of self-rule.

And I trust, O lesser being, that the latter portion of that statement is not a threat.

~ Dominar Shektar

A message, on a piece of paper, was delivered to the general direction of Angagor in the hopes of reaching Dominar Shektar, by an exeptionally scared delivery boy (given that he was supposed to be excecuted painfully for this). The message read:

"civ·il ( P ) Pronunciation Key (svl)
adj.
Of, relating to, or befitting a citizen or citizens: civil duties.
Of or relating to citizens and their interrelations with one another or with the state: civil society; the civil branches of government.
Of ordinary citizens or ordinary community life as distinguished from the military or the ecclesiastical: civil authorities.
Of or in accordance with organized society; civilized.
Sufficiently observing or befitting accepted social usages; not rude: a civil reply. See Synonyms at polite.
Being in accordance with or denoting legally recognized divisions of time: a civil year.
Law. Relating to the rights of private individuals and legal proceedings concerning these rights as distinguished from criminal, military, or international regulations or proceedings.

Ah, but the Dominar's freedom and liberty is absolute (for He is the God-Ruler of Angagor), whereas the freedom and liberty of mere mortals must be limited - for they lack the intellectual capacity (the poor things) to be capable of self-rule.

This would be the same "god-ruler" who lacks the intellectual capacity to consult, say, a dictionary or an introductory civics textbook?

Just checking.

Feel free to consider your sovereignty breached.

Sakura Kitsuki
Minister of Converting Sacred Cows to Hamburger

Ah, but the Dominar's freedom and liberty is absolute (for He is the God-Ruler of Angagor), whereas the freedom and liberty of mere mortals must be limited - for they lack the intellectual capacity (the poor things) to be capable of self-rule.

This would be the same "god-ruler" who lacks the intellectual capacity to consult, say, a dictionary or an introductory civics textbook?

Just checking.

Feel free to consider your sovereignty breached.

Sakura Kitsuki
Minister of Converting Sacred Cows to Hamburger

I must admit, I find that this new height to which the stupidity of mortals can ascend to be quite extraordinary.

Let me put it to you in simple, easy-to-understand terms, hmm?

1. Angagor does not have an education system, except for the nobility. As there are but seven noble families, this makes for a very intellectually moribund population. Ah, wait. Perhaps I used too many syllables. - This makes for a very stupid population. I trust you follow thus far, mammal? I presume you are a mammal, of course. If you are not, I trust you will disregard that unintended insult; my intended insults are much more colourful.
2. As the before mentioned (note how I carefully avoid combining the meanings of those words into one multisyllable construct, to avoid confusing your feeble minds) education system is, at best, non-existant, there are very few lingually advanced Angagorians.
3. The word 'civil' is almost never used in Angagor. You can probably guess this from my lack of civility.
4. Therefore: as the population is stupid, and they have rather limited vocabularies, they do not know, for the most part, what the word civil means.
5. As this is the case, and as they are stupid, I do not feel the need to inform them in depth of the exact and specific meanings of certain words.

I trust even the simple consciousness of a mortal being can comprehend the reasoning behind such action, and therefore, I do not feel the need to explain further.

I think I will simply ignore the final remark of your statement.

~ Dominar Shektar, God-Ruler of the Istima Dominion of Angagor

A message, on a piece of paper, was delivered to the general direction of Angagor in the hopes of reaching Dominar Shektar, by an exeptionally scared delivery boy (given that he was supposed to be excecuted painfully for this). The message read:

"civ·il ( P ) Pronunciation Key (svl)
adj.
Of, relating to, or befitting a citizen or citizens: civil duties.
Of or relating to citizens and their interrelations with one another or with the state: civil society; the civil branches of government.
Of ordinary citizens or ordinary community life as distinguished from the military or the ecclesiastical: civil authorities.
Of or in accordance with organized society; civilized.
Sufficiently observing or befitting accepted social usages; not rude: a civil reply. See Synonyms at polite.
Being in accordance with or denoting legally recognized divisions of time: a civil year.
Law. Relating to the rights of private individuals and legal proceedings concerning these rights as distinguished from criminal, military, or international regulations or proceedings.


Commissar Ekurat had received the message from one of his Guard subordinates some hours earlier - and had worried thenceforth.

Now, he stood in the cavernous Chamber of Address, before the Throne of the Istima Dominion...

...and the rather imposing bulk of Dominar Shektar sat before him, his pupil-less eyes glaring down at him.

"Sire," Ekurat began carefully, "I am certain that you have a course of action already decided upon..."

"I do," Shektar announced softly - he usually spoke softly, actually, despite his image to the contrary - and waved a hand imperiously, "but I'm certain you wish to air your opinions, Commissar." The emphasized word was spoken as if it was dirty.

"If I may," Ekurat began, "I must say that it would show your eminent wiseness, Sire, if we were to allow the boy to return unharmed. If he were to be killed, it would be too blatantly..."

He strove for a word.

Shektar supplied one: "...evil?"

Ekurat merely nodded. It was simpler to agree than to seek another word - and Shektar's tone had not been dangerous.

"Agreed," Shektar noted, "and I had already decided on that course of action. Return the boy, with a note:"



I am quite capable in the linguistic department, thank-you.

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government
It is our desire that you cease that policy within 24 hours, or we will obliterate you.

With love,
Alexander Kazansky, Allanean President-for-Life

The Glorious Evil Empire of Cypherland heartly agrees with you, and wishes to send a slave ship to your nation as a gift.

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government
It is our desire that you cease that policy within 24 hours, or we will obliterate you.

With love,
Alexander Kazansky, Allanean President-for-Life

A scared slave boy sends a message to the Allanean Government:

It is our desire that you keep your bloody nose out of other nations' affairs, or we will stop you!

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government
It is our desire that you cease that policy within 24 hours, or we will obliterate you.

With love,
Alexander Kazansky, Allanean President-for-Life

I tell you what:

You'll retract that statement, and refrain from interfering in IDA business in future, and I'll refrain from showing you your intestines.

Either that...

...or we could always meet in person to discuss your grievances. Of course, if you're too frightened, I'll understand your cowardice.

~ Dominar Shektar

The Glorious Evil Empire of Cypherland heartly agrees with you, and wishes to send a slave ship to your nation as a gift.

Ah, slaves are always most useful. We would be happy to receive your... 'gift'... in the spirit it is intended.

~ Commissar Ekurat

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government

10 Hell-Class Carriers, carrying 1000 fighter-bombers, are en route to Angagor.

Official Announcement of the Allanean Government

10 Hell-Class Carriers, carrying 1000 fighter-bombers, are en route to Angagor.

This mobilization is considered an act of war and will be treated accordingly if the Allanean forces do not immediately return to their bases.

Any attempt to pierce Angagorian airspace will result in summary termination of the offending units.

We strongly advise Allanea to back down. Immediately.

~ Dominar Shektar

Allanean Military Transmission

Fear us not, Dominar Shektar. We come in peace.

50 miles of Angagor's shore

The Carriers stop. A cargo helicopter bearing Alllanea's ambassador rises off the deck and flies onward to Angagor...

Unlike the somewhat arrogant warning served by Allanea, the Angagorian Armed Forces do not broadcast their response to the deepening crisis.

Instead, submarines move out to the edge of Angagorian Territorial Waters - or, rather, the edge of the Economic Exclusion Zone, fifty miles from the single, slender coastline of the country. It's not particuarly likely that the quiet submarines will be noticeable.

More noticeable, however, is the mobilization of the Angagorian Air Force and the Angagorian Guard - troop activity could be seen via satelite observations, but only insofar as preparations are being made at critical bases and outposts, and the setting up of anti-air defense units.

Angagor does not appear to be fully mobilizing, however.

The Allanean helicopter is, of course, met by a wing of C13 'Deathbringer' fighters (what a cheerful name) - and two R9 attack helicopters. The helicopters look rather old, and do not appear to be jet-assisted.

The fightercraft are sleek, but they do not appear to carry weapons - or perhaps the weapons are stowed internally. Either way, they are delta-winged aircraft, with smooth, conical noses and the increasingly-common nose-wing arrangement.

They appear to be built for maneuverability, and, presumably, high-thrust tolerance.

"Blink wrong and we incinerate you," is the friendly greeting given by one of the chopper pilots.

The helicopter isn't given much choice as to where it goes: it is guided straight to the capital of the Istima Dominion, Gor.

As it comes within thirty miles of the capital, a large, bulky-looking helicopter flies overhead - it appears to have strange apparatus stowed on its underbelly, which explains the bulkiness.

It is, in fact, scanning for leaking gamma radiation that might indicate a nuclear weapon on board the incoming helicopter.

The helicopter is now 30 miles away from the Angagor shore, and another transmission is being made:

I repeat, we come in peace. Please connect me to the Angagor Ministy of Foreign Affairs

With faint irritation, the Angagorian attack helicopter pilot informs the Allanean helicopter that,

"You are being taken to the Palace in Gor for a personal audience with the Dominar, peaceful or not. - I advise that you be polite." The faint sound of a snigger can be heard just before the transmission cuts.

[OOC: And could I have results of the scan, please.]

The helicopter lands about one hundred yards from the palace.

The Allanean Ambassador steps out before the rotor blades have stopped spinning. He scans the palace through his sunglasses and yawns. He then begins walking towards the Audience Chamber. He does not ask for directions. He's completely silent. He just knows where it is.

Onlookers might notice a small suitcase handcuffed to his left wrist.


[OOC: Nothing]

The diplomat need not walk all the way to the Audience Chamber.

He may well find the courtyard somewhat disturbing, however. Moans can be heard from grilles between the cobble-stone - goodness knows what is going on underneath the Palace, but whatever it is, it sounds very painful indeed. The heads on pikes are possibly equally - or more - disturbing, also, although they do lend a decorative air to the Gate Wall.

Shektar strides from a door.

He is most definitely an imposing man - if he is a man. The most striking thing about the Dominar is that he lacks pupils... yet he appears to see perfectly. In fact, he sees far better than any mere human, and so he immediately notes the suitcase.

He halts, about fifteen feet from Ambassador.

"Take his suitcase," he orders a Guard over his shoulder.

The Guards advance on the Ambassador, and, without a trace of politeness, poke savage-looking blades at him. "The suitcase. Now," the more intelligent-looking Guard states flatly.

Shektar stands by, eerily staring at the suitcase, almost as if he can see inside the case to its contents. Perhaps he is trying to - with those eyes, who knows what he is?

But something in the manner of the 'man' might strike the Allanean Ambassador as familiar, if he has had any dealings with or knows of Lord Alkanphel of Dor Daedoloth (the nation commonly known as 'the Imperium of Melkor Unchained')...

It's the eyes. Definitely the eyes... they have that same eery, blank stare. And that same confidence behind the stance, that same confidence that seems to ooze dominance without breathing a hint of the phrase...

The Ambassador, if merely Human, would feel exceptionally uneasy in the presence of Shektar - especially if the Ambassador has heard the rumours that had certain intelligence groups so interested in the Dominion some months ago - it is rumoured that Shektar can kill with a single word...

...and in a very painful way, too, if the rumours have any truth to them.

Of course, it's also rumoured that Shektar is a Lizardman from Sirius, so one might well take such rumours with a pinch of salt.

But something about those eyes...

The diplomat looks at the heads on the pikes, smiles at Shektar, and says one word only:

"Cute"

Then, and only then, he hands over the suitcase.

It contains two bottles of the finest Allanean wine, and 500 grams of high-quality marijuana, with the note: "For the Angagor Leader, Dominar Shektar, for his personal sampling.

Shektar examines the contents of the suitcase with the paranoia that one can only gain-

"My apologies," Shektar states, a radical personality change apparently a simple matter for the Dominar, "but after hundreds of years of assassination attempts, one tends to get a little paranoid. - I have no use for the gifts, but they are gratefully received. I am certain that one of my Commissars shall enjoy them most heartily.

"If you will follow, Ambassador, we can move into more comfortable surroundings."

Shektar doesn't wait; he simply moves off and towards the Audience Chamber, accustomed to being obeyed.

The Ambassador smiles mildly, starting at Shektar's back as the Dominar walks away, waits for about five seconds, then decides to follow him.

4. Therefore: as the population is stupid, and they have rather limited vocabularies, they do not know, for the most part, what the word civil means.
5. As this is the case, and as they are stupid, I do not feel the need to inform them in depth of the exact and specific meanings of certain words.


They say that people get the rulers they deserve. In this case, though, I think it's more likely that the ruler gets the people they deserve. Stupidity will to stupidity.


I think I will simply ignore the final remark of your statement.


Wise choice.

I've noticed self-proclaimed gods, for all their self-proclaimed powers, are remarkably similar to one another. Why do you suppose that is?

Sakura Kitsuki
Minister of Surveys

4. Therefore: as the population is stupid, and they have rather limited vocabularies, they do not know, for the most part, what the word civil means.
5. As this is the case, and as they are stupid, I do not feel the need to inform them in depth of the exact and specific meanings of certain words.


They say that people get the rulers they deserve. In this case, though, I think it's more likely that the ruler gets the people they deserve. Stupidity will to stupidity.


I think I will simply ignore the final remark of your statement.


Wise choice.

I've noticed self-proclaimed gods, for all their self-proclaimed powers, are remarkably similar to one another. Why do you suppose that is?

Sakura Kitsuki
Minister of Surveys

Ah, but I am not a 'self-proclaimed god'. The People have named myself God-Ruler.

Perhaps it's the fact that I fail to die; perhaps it's the fact that there have been numerous assassination attempts in the thousand years of my rule, and all have failed; perhaps it's the lack of pupils - who can tell? Humans are so provincial, anyway.

And you have no idea how it warms my heart to receive approval of my position from Ravenspire. Truly, the church bells would be ringing out with joy - if we had any.

I trust my sarcasm is not lost.

~ Dominar Shektar

The Ambassador smiles mildly, starting at Shektar's back as the Dominar walks away, waits for about five seconds, then decides to follow him.

On his way to the Audience Chamber, Shektar is stopped by an extremely polite military officer, who hands him a small device. Shektar taps at the device rapidly, fingers flying-

And then he hands it back and moves on.

The Audience Chamber is a short distance from the Courtyard, and, thankfully, not at the height of that ridiculously tall tower that dominates the Palace.

Why do dictators of this sort always have to have a really tall tower?

Eru only knows.

Shektar sits in a particuarly massive chair (looks rather comfy, too), but there is no other chair in the room. The room is decorated with stone walls, a stone floor, and no carpet. No tables, chairs, tapestries, or any adornments whatsoever ease the eye; it is bare. In other words, it gives nothing away as to the strength or power of its occupier.

"I admit, this Shektar character has potential."

"He's got balls, that's for sure. And he's got a nation of idiots backing him."

"Exactly. But you see them as idiots... I see them as profit."

"Naturally, Lord President."

"What say we send a diplomatic pod, find out more about their economic practices?"

"Sounds good to me. Which one, though? They seem a bit...rough, as a people."

A dictatorship. One dictator paused, thinking briefly, then smiled. "[Toby Pratt.] That bastard'll eat his own shit before taking any from them."

It would help that [Toby Pratt], being a holographic AI construct, wouldn't feel the effects of the Maiar's powers-- not that Abadas was aware of Shektar's nature in the first place...
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Dominar Shektar,

CoFedCo is interested in examining potential ties, and benefits of such, between Santa Barbara and Angagor. This is an official inquiry to allow our diplomatic pod into your nation, so that we may begin formal diplomatic relations.

Sincerely,

Jenna Timothy
Minister of Foreign Affairs
[/code:1:e838477470]

Ah, but I am not a 'self-proclaimed god'. The People have named myself God-Ruler.

Ah, but of course. The people chose you. And of course, you being in control of the military and the police would have nothing to do with it?

I know how compliant people get when people point a weapon at them. The choice in your country seems quite clear: choose the god-ruler and live, or do not and find yourself sáns life, hmm?

Of course, since you're a god, you may smite me. I'm awaiting that with some interest. Really.

I hope my sarcasm is not lost in your omnipotency. Or lack thereof.

Kerrie McCann,
Deputy Council Leader,
The Tropical Socialist Paradise of The Weegies.

The Ambassador looks at the room, then sits down on the floor, legs folded in an oriental fashion, looking at the Dominar.

"Methinks we're going to have to send you some tapestries, your Highness.", snickers the Ambassador.

Then he goes on to business:

"We would like to establish the following terms, your Highness.

First of all, we will lower trade tariffs on each nations' product, so as to encourage trade between Angagor and Allanea.

Second, we will establish a student exchange program, to allow Angagorians access to the best Allanean education has to offer and vice versa.

Third, we would like to offer a gift two billion dollars towards enhancing Angagor's military - on the condition that the money will be spent only on Allanean weapons and military products.

Fourth, we would like to establish a laxer visa regime, to allow the residents of our countries to visit each other with ease."

The Ambassador looks at the room, then sits down on the floor, legs folded in an oriental fashion, looking at the Dominar.

"Methinks we're going to have to send you some tapestries, your Highness.", snickers the Ambassador.

Then he goes on to business:

"We would like to establish the following terms, your Highness.

First of all, we will lower trade tariffs on each nations' product, so as to encourage trade between Angagor and Allanea.

Second, we will establish a student exchange program, to allow Angagorians access to the best Allanean education has to offer and vice versa.

Third, we would like to offer a gift two billion dollars towards enhancing Angagor's military - on the condition that the money will be spent only on Allanean weapons and military products.

Fourth, we would like to establish a laxer visa regime, to allow the residents of our countries to visit each other with ease."

"I admit, this Shektar character has potential."

"He's got balls, that's for sure. And he's got a nation of idiots backing him."

"Exactly. But you see them as idiots... I see them as profit."

"Naturally, Lord President."

"What say we send a diplomatic pod, find out more about their economic practices?"

"Sounds good to me. Which one, though? They seem a bit...rough, as a people."

A dictatorship. One dictator paused, thinking briefly, then smiled. "[Toby Pratt.] That bastard'll eat his own shit before taking any from them."

It would help that [Toby Pratt], being a holographic AI construct, wouldn't feel the effects of the Maiar's powers-- not that Abadas was aware of Shektar's nature in the first place...
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Dominar Shektar,

CoFedCo is interested in examining potential ties, and benefits of such, between Santa Barbara and Angagor. This is an official inquiry to allow our diplomatic pod into your nation, so that we may begin formal diplomatic relations.

Sincerely,

Jenna Timothy
Minister of Foreign Affairs
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Jenna Timothy,

That will be acceptable.

~ Commissar Su'yang
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Ah, but I am not a 'self-proclaimed god'. The People have named myself God-Ruler.

Ah, but of course. The people chose you. And of course, you being in control of the military and the police would have nothing to do with it?

I know how compliant people get when people point a weapon at them. The choice in your country seems quite clear: choose the god-ruler and live, or do not and find yourself sáns life, hmm?

Of course, since you're a god, you may smite me. I'm awaiting that with some interest. Really.

I hope my sarcasm is not lost in your omnipotency. Or lack thereof.

Kerrie McCann,
Deputy Council Leader,
The Tropical Socialist Paradise of The Weegies.

Really, you ought to learn to pay attention. I have never stated that I am omnipotent. Nor has anyone else. Nor have I claimed that I am, in actual fact, a God.

My title is 'God-Ruler', as given by the People. Any use of firearm-based convincing is strictly co-incidental.

And I'm far too busy to kill you; but you could try hanging - I hear it's a good method of suicide.

~ Dominar Shektar

The Ambassador looks at the room, then sits down on the floor, legs folded in an oriental fashion, looking at the Dominar.

"Methinks we're going to have to send you some tapestries, your Highness.", snickers the Ambassador.

Then he goes on to business:

"We would like to establish the following terms, your Highness.

First of all, we will lower trade tariffs on each nations' product, so as to encourage trade between Angagor and Allanea.

Second, we will establish a student exchange program, to allow Angagorians access to the best Allanean education has to offer and vice versa.

Third, we would like to offer a gift two billion dollars towards enhancing Angagor's military - on the condition that the money will be spent only on Allanean weapons and military products.

Fourth, we would like to establish a laxer visa regime, to allow the residents of our countries to visit each other with ease."

Shektar looks faintly bored, and, indeed, he waves a hand; an attendant brings in a datapad, and Shektar pecks at it for a few minutes before bothering to respond.

Finally, he states flatly, "Firstly, we don't need tapestries.

"Secondly, we'd be happy to trade.

"Thirdly, a student exchange is impossible, and, I daresay, pointless.

"Fourthly, that would be acceptable and pleasing to the Dominion - provided that Allanean weapons are good quality, and are not shoddy and worthless.

"Finally: no. Our borders are tightly controlled: they will remain so, for the security of all. I wouldn't want to have to execute Allanean citizens on suspicion of espionage, and I doubt that Allanea would be particuarly thrilled at the prospect either. Angagor is not a tourist spot - we don't want Angagor to be a tourist spot. We are an industrialized nation, through and through. So, no, we will not relax visa requirements. And as Angagorians almost never travel abroad (except on diplomatic business), there would be little point in you relaxing visa controls, either.

"But, I suppose, you shall want to know what Angagor wants.

"Firstly, we want reparitions to the tune of US$500mio, to pay for the expense of guarding our borders against your previous threat. If that is not acceptable, we want the head of the moron who ordered your forces to standoff against ours... on a plate, please. And it needs to be recognizable. Even better: I would much desire to personally end their pitiful little life.

"Secondly, we want you to set up a consulate and embassy in Gor, and, in return, we will do the same in your capital... whatever that is.

"I do not believe that those requests are in the least impossible to meet."

The last is a simple statement of what Shektar believes to be fact; the rest of his speech was slow, methodical, and vaguely bored-sounding.

We accept your terms. The reparations will be paid in barter, namely a single Howard Dean heavy bomber - worth exactly 500 million

Ah, but I am not a 'self-proclaimed god'. The People have named myself God-Ruler.


The rather, to put it bluntly, stupid people?

One might question the competence of your population to name anyone ruler, much less god. But one would probably be busier marvelling at the willing adoption of such a title, given its pedigree. Or the amazing degree of correlation between the subject and the profile.

Seriously, do you guys all take the same correspondence course in cheesy tyrant dialogue, or what?

Perhaps it's the fact that I fail to die;

Drop me a line if you ever feel like changing that. I'm sure I could work something out. I mean, immortality in that nation sounds a lot like one of our traditional hells.

And you have no idea how it warms my heart to receive approval of my position from Ravenspire. Truly, the church bells would be ringing out with joy - if we had any.

I trust my sarcasm is not lost.


You don't think I'm trying to convince you, I hope?

You're this week's entertainment, Sparky. That's all.

Sakura Kitsuki
Chairman of the Bored

Chairman of the Bored

OOC: *strains self trying to remember where he's heard that before*

[damn double post]

On the west coast of Santa Barbara, in a desert wasteland, a massive coilgun lies: propped up by immense beams at one point to give just enough elevation.

With no warning, notice or alert, the 400 meter long beast heaves quietly and spits a small, elongated and rounded object into Earth orbit. The sound barrier is broken long before exiting the coils, but the thunderous noise comes only after the barrel is vacated.

Not too long after this, a small, elongated and rounded object tumbles gracefully out of Earth orbit, apparently ballistic, but transmitting assurances of benign nature on radio. It tumbles toward Angagor, bomb-like, but before getting very far the pod's own gravitic drive kicks in. It slows noticably, and then curves impossibly towards Gor, informing those below that a diplomatic pod (number 2039, it says) of the CoFedCo is about to land.