NationStates Jolt Archive

Port-Allanea

It is early mornng in Port-Allanea. The sun is shining on the glass-covered roof of the brand-new Allanean Convention Hall, and dozens of thousands of geeks and weirdoes are swarming into the capital.
In the middle of the hall, a large podium is being erected.

Is it OK send delegates to plug our latest software from Jeruselem or it is only for gamers?

Is is OK send delegates to plug our latest software from Jeruselem or it is only for gamers?

Of course it's OK. Geeks and weirdoes of all kinds are welcome, including tech geeks.

Official statement of the Allanean Ministry of Education

Is is OK send delegates to plug our latest software from Jeruselem or it is only for gamers?

Of course it's OK. Geeks and weirdoes of all kinds are welcome, including tech geeks.

Official statement of the Allanean Ministry of Education

Thank you. Stuff we're plugging
* LatinOS 2004 (Operating system)
* New testament DVD (sponsored by the Catholic Church)
* Sufa strike (flight-sim game for F16-I Sufa)
* Armageddon (RP game, fight against the anti-Christ)
* Flight-sim cubicle (Cubicle-size aircraft simulator - low cost)

Stuff we are showing...

Our new OS for cars...OSFC_OS...this allows users of a car to upload certain info and the car will adjust to them and their prefrences...we will be unvailing the first line of cars to use it in the near future

Updated cameras for public security use..they are the size of a golfball and the resolution is crystal clear...also they have their own power supply in case of a blackout in the city.

And lastly we are showing the teachings of Buddah and Taoism on DVD and PC.

A mass of Ximean citizens swarms into the building. In the rear, completely unrecognized, is the Lord Commander and his two bodyguards. The three are wearing sunglasses, but other than that, they have no outstanding peculiarities. The Lord Commander wipes his brow. "'S hot in here," he says to no one. "I hope the concession stands are cheap." Though he ruled a nation of tens of millions with an iron fist, he still spent money like a bachelor--begrudgingly.

As if compelled by some cosmic desire to Post After Work, the gods placed a gigantic TAG on the convention.

Removal of said TAG is a violation of federal law. Violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

[i]Somebody turn on the damn air conditioner!

The Advisor is about to speak!"

And, indeed, Pavel Nikolski, the Allanean Presidential advisor, walks in, carrying a CD.

Unmarked by Presidential clothing or by body gaurds-the gaurds were hidden deep within the crowd, no telling who was a gaurd-the President walked unannounced into the convention center, with a stream of people fromm his nation behind him, quickly setting up tables to show off thier latest line of completely useless inventions.

Among the odd gizmos, one piece of software catches the eyes of most passery-bys: the video game "Empire: Rise and Fall of the Empire" in which people play as a citizen of the former United Di'Agwan Empire, fighting for various factions in various parts of history, from the Great Uniting War thousands of years in the past to the Allanea-UnAPS war of the present. Playing as a general on any side of the conflict, the war gained much attention because of the ability to alter 'history.'

Another semi-popular device was the gamming console, "Playbox X," (OOC: melding the name of the Xbox, Gamecube, and PS2) which appeared quite popular. Easily raping the graphics capablities and speed of former consoles, as well as looking nice with good controllers that aren't too big or small, the console appealed to all of the display team, who were busy playing "Confederate Gaurd: Frontline," a war game.

Advance copies of both the console and the game were purchasable-though extremely expensive-but sales were a second line promotion, simply advertising the system was the team's plan.

As the display was set up, the President went over and watched the Allanean Presidential Advisor's speech.

The wizened man walks on stage and begins

"I have little to say to you to day, my guests. This convention was Alexander's last idea. He left it to me before he left the country. This is a recording of this speech. He said that, should he not return on time, this speech should be played in front of the Allaneacon visitors:

A picture of the Allanean President appears on the screen. He is, for some reason, wearing a Star Trek Uniform.

He smiles as he begins to talk - in Klingon rather than Allanean:

Dear visitors!

Since young age, I often engaged in weird pursuits - roleplaying, Star Trek, Call of Cthlhu, you name it. I often pondered the difference between my so-called "geeky" friends and regular people. Then I got it. Geeks are usually smarter, more creative, more independent.
I decided that if I ever become a leader, I would encourage those people to move into Allanea. This convention is only part of a package bill the Allanean Congress approved and I authored to encourage people like those I hope will come to the convention into Allanea.
The package includes not only improved tax conditions for IT and gaming companies, but in fact announces special accelerated immigration procedures for people of geekish hobbies and employs, a $10,000 grant to any such person that receives a citizenship, convention halls in every major city, and, in fact, provisions for running Allaneacon-2005.
And now, people, welcome to Allanea! Let the party start!

Klingon... how passé.

LeetGames Unlimited Vice President Annie Waites wore a veneer of pride at the recording of the former Allanean President's speech. Nevertheless, she and the rest of the LeetGames team applaud politely before returning to their booth.

The LeetGames booth is just as it was described in the letter: a main kiosk featuring the D-Unlimited logo (a sword and a shotgun arranged in an X with a percentile dice on top and a D10 beneath) and informational posters and pamphlets, a smaller store kiosk, a Heroes of the Ether art and armour display, and several tables. LeetGames employees are seated at each of the tables, and they greet all who approach and begin the tutorial into the system.

A few dozen SLAGLandic geeks are milling about, generally taking in the scenery and drawing little attention to themselves. They range from overweight Japanophile to grossly overweight Japanophile.

And at her place at the helm of the LeetGames kiosk, Annie Waites oversees it all, a small grin on her face.

A geekish-looking Allanean waks up to Annie Waites, obviously trying to spark up conversation :

"Hi there. Are you people going to establish an office in Allanea, with all those new tax breaks and all? By the way, nice dress."

He blushes.


Have you considered the Accord? (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=154695)

Dolp Polps Head of Loading Studios watched as the crowd ahhed-oohed at a trailer for his latest game, Half-Cry. Featuring system requirements that would make a super computer groan the game was virtually certain to become a best seller world wide. Of course with the money that the HEWC government had invested, it had better be.

Noticing the heat he turned on a small desk fan, and started to upload a small virus that would knock out most of the other competitors stands. Of course it was untraceable, these things always where right?

Pressing Okay, he laughed out loud as displays across the hall flickered and began to play gibberish. Of course it was only temporary, but it would last just enough for the publicity stunt he had planned to take place.

He looked at his watch and starting counting down from one minute.

A minute later the hall was plunged in to darkness. Suddenly in the confusion
A loud commando style shout of "on three...one, two, three, GO GO GO." Could be heard coming from an entrance to the hall. A large band and flash went off, and then a squad of 'soldiers' burst in the room. At few seconds across the hall a small 'explosion' went off, and several figures in black could be seen abseiling down the wall. The crowd, unsure about what was happening watched on in attention.

"There they are - bravo company, get the terrorists, charlie company check for causalities. Alpha company with me, rescue the president."

The men broke off into groups and started going off in different directions. Laser lights and smoke where used to great dramatic effect.

Suddenly the men froze, and the lights went on. A voice over the PA system announced the following

"Half-Cry. 6 Men. Unknown amount of terrorists. How will your proceed Sir? Coming summer 2004. Visit half.cry.game.wc" A computerised female voice announced.

Dolp smiled and started counting down till the convention organiser burst in shouting angrily.

Our new OS for cars...

Hope they aren't made by Microsoft 8)

(OOC: PRE-JOLT POST!)

Waites looks down at her outfit--a deep green pants suit with a brown ascot. The usual set of formalities run through her mind (Is he blind? Is he stupid? Does he know what a dress is? Should I just assume he meant the more general definition of the word "dress" to imply any sort of attire? Whoops; need to smile.)

She puts on her most kind smile possible as she turns to the geekish-looking man.

"Why, thank you very much, sir!" she says. She extends a hand and offers a rather weak handshake, lips upturned. "Annie Waites, Vice President of LeetGames Unlimited. And yes, we are considering at least distributing our games here in Allanea. Of course..." Here she turns her eyes to her shoes coyly. "...a lot of that depends on how well-received our games are here at AllaneaCon."

She motions to the booth around her. "Would you like for me to tell you more about the D-Unlimited system and Heroes of the Ether, our revolutionary new table-top role-playing game setting?"

(OOC: And I'll assume the "Have you considered the Accord?" plug at the bottom is out of character, since neither Waites nor this guy [it seems] are government officials... of course, you knew that.)

The Lord Commander of Ximea watched as the "soldiers" burst in through the door.
Terrorists, he thought darkly. Quietly and surreptitiously, he reached into his long black coat and drew a pair of .50 pistols. He nodded to his bodyguards. They nodded back. The Lord Commander crouched against the nearest booth, becoming almost invisible in the darkness, and picked the nearest target. His guards positioned themselves to provide covering fire. They would earn their pay today.

Or not. When the lasers flashed on, the Lord Commander knew something wasn't as it seemed. The Lord Commander held his fire, and told his guards to do likewise. Then the advertisement came over the speakers.

Feeling sheepish, the three men put their weapons away. "I've got to find that Half-Cry booth," the Lord Commander said angrily. "Those idiots need to learn not to pull that garbage in a country where concealed weapons are perfectly legal."