NationStates Jolt Archive

ooc: just think of a show and have a character present it to Chilan (be sure to call him sir, He IS a dictator after all heh), or a show character once a show is decided on, either/or, and join on in. As long as your good at rping, you'll do fine! :D

IC:

*Chilan stood by the open windows of his new, and first, T.V station. A hallmark of his new and developing country... no longer would the Rogue Nation of Chilan Kahn be known only for its participation in Juxtaposition X, but for its own stem of t.v programming that, with luck, would revigorate his countries economy, and show his anti-business thinking public how business could work FOR them.. not against them. He sighed, looking back at the humming monitors* "But what type of show to make? It has to be unique, and something to keep people interested... but what? *head clasped in head he leans against the wall, his mind straining to think of a program... but with no luck.* I suppose I'll leave it up to one of the newly appointed script writers then... *simply sat, waiting, knowing eventually one would have to come to him for his approval of the thing*

OOC: Boo. Got you. Check your telegrams.

IC: *Suddenly the window of Chilan Kahn's broadcasting station shatters inwards. A large lump of dried mud lies on the floor. Chilan Kahn raises his eyebrow at the peculiar weapon, and moves his finger to the button that will summon his guards. Before he gets the chance, a man appears at the window. He wears a brown robe, something like the peasants of peasantry who are so plauged by the vicious Trogdor would wear. Under this is is wearing those big rubber boots/pants overalls fisherman have all the time. Man they look weird! Anyway. The freak's covered in dried mud (AKA dirt) and he's holding a slingshot loaded with mud. He fires it at the button, covering it in mud and making Chilan go "eew gross I don't wanna touch that I'm a big-headed dictator I don't have to".*

"HEY THERE CHARLIE!"
"Oh god. It's you."
"Yeah, good to see you, Ken!"
"For pete's sake, it's CHILAN KAHN, not freaking CHARLIE KEN!"
"Yeah anyway heard you were making an Interweb TV videogame on TV with pixels an' crap."
"Uh, I need some TV shows for my new station, yeah..."
"Well have I got some ideas for YOU!"
"Really? Spill it, mud-boy."
"OK, here's the first. It's called Sweet Cuppin' Ca-"
"No. Copyright infringements."
"Crap. OK. Number two: This one's a fancy little ditty called 'Holy Smokes: The Demonic Steam.' It's a mystery/action/drama/comedy with a bit of drama in it. The main character is an immigrant from Bulgaria who wants to lead a new life as a mushroom chemist. Unfortunately he receives a message written on paper in the mailbox device that says the entire town he lived in in Bulgaria has been overtaken by Turkish Alien Communist Gazebos, who call themselves T.A.CO. G. Creepy, huh? Well that's where his mailbox transforms into a GIANT NOODLE BAT! He has to blow it to kingdom come with his lazor gunz that he has now for some reason. But then-PKOW! BDOOSH! His alter ego, Potato-Man, emerges from his head to crush all of the Baltic Sea to peices. That's pretty much the first ninety episodes, you can gather from that how the series ends."

*Chilan stares at the leader of Westerney for a long time.*

"You made that all up off the top of your head, didn't you?"
"More or less. I have been thinking about potatos a lot. My top mudologists and grass farmers are seeing if they can genetically adapt a potato to live in our muddy country."
"You're in the Dark Ages. Your infantry use PIKES, man. How can you genetically change a potato?"
"Really we're just poking it with sharp sticks to inject mud and covering it in special mud coating to help it adapt."
"You're a looner. Get out of my face."

*Chilan summons his guards, and they dive out of any edifices they can find (read: Courage The Cowardly Dog SWAT teams :mp5: ) making odd guttural noises. They roll around a bit until they are surrounding the Westernese President, then spray him with rubber bullets from their AK-M's. He falls to the ground twitching and screaming. The guards then toss him out the window and leap back in to the nooks and crannies from whence they came. The guttural noises and the screaming of the Westernese leader falling from the sky die down after a moment. Chilan smiles at his soldier's efficiency, but makes a mental note to question them on the grunting noises.*

"Now, just to... uh... get better ideas."

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