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Greetings,

For most of you I seem like the ruler of a new, pitiful nation. Even when I announce my true identity, most of you will still think I rule a small, pitiful nation. However, that is of no concern.

I will cut right to the point. My title is Emperor. Emperor Thompson, that is. I am the former ruler of the once glorious Sean Empire. Before the Empire collapsed during the Great Change Era, my nation was considered one of the better known nations in the world. I controlled a vast area and an elite army capable of hanging with any army in the world. Then the Great Change swept through the world, bring things to a halt. It prevented my Empire from growing, destroyed its economy, and forced the people to turn against me. I was removed from power by my own people. They then deported me to an unknown island country where I spent my years plotting a return to power. After 10 years of exile, I returned to my Empire to find that it had dissolved into 10 seperate nations. I traveled to each of the nations and were able to round up 2.5 million troops for my cause. That is why nearly half of my population are troops brought from the remnants of the once glorious Empire.

Now, the reason I am announcing my return is to announce everyone's future demise. I plan to expand my Empire, and will bring swift death to all who oppose me. My return to glory will not be halted. My army fill not falter. The Empire will live again!

That's very generous of you, giving us all this advanced warning. I suppose the only question that remains is whether or not you're being serious, and, if you are, what makes you think that, having threatened... pretty much everyone, that anyone will allow you to do so?

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/scolopendra/lance_hawke.gifAdvisor Lance Hawke
Foot-to-Ass (formerly Defense) Section
Federated Segments of Scolopendra

Ha! You think such small numbers will save you? You didn't even tell us what kind of guns they used or thier preffered brand of deoderant! Well if you want to fight then all I can say is Bring It On! For I Dik Dik van Dik, The Number One graduate of the Hurcules Factory will be here waiting for your army of pitiful loosers, couldn't even keep their own shoes from revolting!

Though if you feel up to the challenge then you too can taste defeat at the hands of my Legendry Antler Fist!

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Dan/DikDikVanDik.jpg

Dik Dik van Dik
Minister of Offence

Does that include me?

After all, I was a superpower once. [OOC: The Emperor is occasionaly given to flights of exaggeration.] Dozens of nations were at my beck at call. And let me say, I knew you personally, and did not exactly enjoy your prescence.

And I have an advantage over you. While those nations are no longer extant, I possess p0w3rZ that allow me to bring them...and their 3+billion populations...against YOU.

Do not attempt to cross me. You will regret it.

Ah, yes, perhaps you have not realized that the purpose of this thread was not to explain what type of weapons I will use. The purpose of this thread was to announce my glorious rise to power in a new nation with my loyal army ready to wield to my every command. When the battle starts, then we will get into the technicalities.

If you did not enjoy my presence when I was still Emperor of the Grand Empire, then I can promise you things will not get better.

Go ahead, destroy me, I will just escape like I did so many years ago and return to power in a new nation. My troops will fight to the death, and many men of yours will arrive on the shore of Death before the battle is over, while I escape to a new nation and gather another, even stronger army before I make my presence known.

I laugh! I spit in your face! HAHAHAHAHA *ptui*

They all have egos. How old are you now, Sean? 11?

(OOC: I will turn 15 in exactly 4 months.

My my my my my my my, that proves it!

Let's see.

Threatening international statements can be construed as direct threats to interests. Direct threats to interests can be reasonably countered by immediate military action to prevent the threats from coming about without over much negative effect in the international sphere.

So... what exactly prevents us--or anyone else, for that matter--from engaging in a wholescale preemptive strike to eliminate your capability to wage war?

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/scolopendra/lance_hawke.gifAdvisor Lance Hawke
Foot-to-Ass (formerly Defense) Section
Federated Segments of Scolopendra

What he said.

"We see no point in making any comment at this time. Therefore, I have been told to make this comment. Huh. I guess it was a joke. Realizing that, I guess I also should have turned off the recorder straight away and acted like nothing actually happened, but it's just my arse on the lin- oh!"

~ Junior Ambassador Solari

If you desire to invade my nation and eliminate me then I will retaliate. We didn't leave everything in the remnants....

Retaliate? With what? N00ks? Space guns? Missile defence? Or :gundge: ?

Seriously Sean, you and your 2.5 million army haven't ingratiated yourself with very many people. Perhaps you should stand down?

I mean, when I came back, I actually used the grey matter within my skull. My nation is three days old and I am already in 3 defensive alliances.

What do you take me as, a fool? (OOC: Don't answer that...) I had 10 years to plan how I would execute my return to power and I made sure I brought back a few surprises in case the "big bad nations" decided to invade.

I am ready to face my fate, but if I go down, I'm taking someone with me. You're best to back down from your threats. Leave a puny nation such as mine alone while I focus my attention on the smaller nations neighboring the source of my future Grand Empire.

Touch another nation unprovoked and you're a dead duck. You could "take someone with you" but I have dozens of nations at my disposal. They've already died once. Another time won't matter to them.

You have been warned.

Kill me and I will continue to haunt you. I always have a way of escaping the sticky situations. My reborn empire may fall, but it will rise again once I have time to think, and next time you won't know about it until it's too late.


(OOC: I must retire for the night...it's been fun.)

Oh, my. I'm absolutely terrified. What ever shall I do? Wait, I have a few ideas. For example, I might invite Advisor Hawke, CINCTYCS, and a few other colleagues over for popcorn while we watch the HNPPC-delivered fireworks as your pitiful little army is turned into its component particles. Its a pity that Admiral Mazian retired. I'm not sure if the Third Fleet is still running pools on how long pathetic creatures like you will survive. Well...actually, on who and how would squash you. After all, no one would bet for survival.

Tah. I've got some cookies in the oven that need taken out. Don't worry, I'll be back in time to watch your flesh melt off your bones.

http://web.ics.purdue.edu/~chigbee/Cetaganda/char/signysmall.jpg
Lady Martial Dame Signy Mallory
Military Directorate, Imperial Union of Cetaganda

(OOC: Well... you'd best start posting what you have, or at least, what you think you have. It looks like someone's gonna eventually squish ya.

EDIT: Probably not me, 'cause I do have better things to do and it looks like there's people what care more. Still... it'd help to know:
1) where you are
2) what you have
3) force distribution
and so forth)

"Hmmm...This reminds me of the time this idiot across the street wanted the attention of a bunch of bees. So he stuck his penis in their beehive. He never recovered after that."

Sky Marshal Antonio De Ruggiero
Titan Defense Forces

Listening to their Cetagandan hosts, the Rayverr diplomatic mission lead by Third-Daughter Green-Stone hears of this curious little microstate that has delusions of grandeur. Information is collected, and pored over by minds safely ensconced aboard scattered warships and on Sh'kai. A conversation spans light-years between the ancient ruler of the Rayverr and her appointed military commander:

(Mater) What do you think, my General-Officer?

The Warrior, far away in the not-exactly-spacious bridge of his command battleship, shifts slightly on his stool, the bony yellow talons of his fingers tapping against the chitinous plate of his thigh. (Big-Gripper) It presents itself as a plausible conquest. No friends, no support; we can use the arguments presented of eventual self-protection to invade. Even assuming the worst possible loss ratios, our movable military easily dwarfs their entire population. When we add in our reserves and our... advantages in psychological warfare...

() Very good. Draw up plans, then, and continue gathering intelligence.

() As you wish, Mater.

OOC:

Some time after this (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=330742)

KG Werther de Goethe mindscape and realspace

The ships move gracefully along the odd geometries of near-Earth space, well above the surface. They are a reserve of older craft, some might say obsolete, but evolved across many years into wonderful hunters and protectors of near-Earth space.

On the hull plating of the former Cetagandan carrier Anniversary, a dandy and a kitty are conversing. Shoes, ships and sealing wax all feature; they make a point of including these subjects in all their conversation. For the kitty, this really takes no time; the dandy is insane and his foibles tend to lead him to decisions faster than the sane can aspire to.

The command structure tolerates the insanity. The man who now calls himself Werther de Goethe is certainly a useful General (of a naval unit, but Territorial command structure is neither here nor there), and if he becomes dysfunctional there are always Guard officers like the kitty.

Shoes, spaceships and ceiling wax. And some dispatches to be sure, filtered through the cubic kilometers of computronium that some might think rule the Sphere. The kitty, himself based in that material, would believe that the dark lord of Dor Daedoloth is perhaps the greatest risk to a certain small nation - or perhaps the Cetagandans, chafing at the bit and there are some data points concerning them...

The dandy makes a bombastic statement, of a rain of steel from the darkness, brought close by the dragon.

Madness, but useful. The kitty listens. Snicker-snack go his little claws as he steeples his paws.

My location and force distribution shall be cleared up when I begin conquest. I can tell you this much. All space and future tech attacks will be ignored as I am using modern technology.

Scolo, I still have not forgotten your attempts to block me out of a certain alliance. (OOC: Forgot what it's called...but I remember Angelus was a large part of it.) If you invade, I will be sure to unleash everything I have on you and you alone while I make my escape. However, if you invade, the international community may not look too kindly upon it. I have not yet began my conquests, nor do I know when I will begin expansion. Until then, leave me and my nation alone, or there will be great death on your part.

undefinedundefinedundefined i just got through reading this thread & i must say i am exteremly disappointed with the emperor he sounds like a 9 y/o kid throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of the store (ie a hughe walamrt ) it is time for the bully in him to leave what gain is there to own the whole world with no one to share it with because we can all choose to do one of two things leave the game which i am sure that is what he would like us to do or as has been stated stand & fight him well a good friend once said when his ship was near sinking he was herd in reply when asked to strike his colors down "I have yet to begin to fight" so emporer it will be a dog fight for every inch of land you wish to try & expand into :mp5: :sniper: :gundge: :upyours: :mad:

How conveeeeeeeeeenient.

Emperor Thompson is standing next to the window in his royal office watching the construction workers fortify his glorious capital of Thompsongrad, when one of his best and most loyal generals walks in.

Sir, the army has mobilized and is prepared to enter the first remnant of your once glorious Empire. The Emperor's grand son and finest general, General Thompson, stated.

Excellent. Give the order to strike. The remnants should fall rather quickly to our grand army. The Grand One replied.

Yes, sir.

With this, his son exits as a big grin comes over the Great Emperor's face.

As night begins to fall, the nearly 2.5 million strong army moves inside the first of the 10 nations, destroying everything in it's path. A squadron of B-52 bombers continued to make bombing runs on the capital of the nation of Cvechiokal throughout the night. By morning, the country had surrendered to the Great One with the Grand Army suffering minor losses: 7 killed, 20 wounded, 1 B-52 shot down. As soon as the weak nation of Cvechiokal fell, then nations of Mcroel, Colway, and Petriosk immediately surrendered. Within days, the remaining 6 countries had fallen to the Grand Army with the army facing very minor resistance.

The next day, Emperor Thompson journeyed to what was to become the capital of the new empire.

Friends, the Empire is reunited once again. After 10 years of suffering for these nations, they can finally be as one under strong leadership by me and my personnel. It has been a long, grueling journey towards unity, but we have succeeded in uniting these countries once again under one banner. With that being said, I pronounce these newly united nations the Clemson Empire. We will begin recruiting every able-bodied man from all of these regions for our Grand Army as we make our stand against the imminent invasion facing us. We will make a statement against the imperialist bullies that threaten us. We will rise again as a superpower in this world! We will be feared!

With this, cheers erupted from the large crowd who had waited for 10 years for this event. Their grand leader returned to them, they were ready to do whatever he may command. They were ready to reestablish themselves as that feared power they were so many years ago. However, they did not know the troubles that would face them in the years to come...

My location and force distribution shall be cleared up when I begin conquest. I can tell you this much. All space and future tech attacks will be ignored as I am using modern technology.
Sattelites in orbit, using standard electromagnetic (radio, microwave, etc.) rangefinding equipment, examine the signal that the good Emperor uses to transmit his messages of goodwill and peace and triangulate the position of their source. This position, automatically compiled via computer in a fashion most analogous to a GPS system working in reverse, is immediately transmitted to the local headquarters of the TYCS.

The TYCS, being interested in allowing all people the chance to meet the good Emperor in person, posts the resulting coordinates on its public websites and distributes it to all known polities who may have an interest in it.

(OOC: All very doable with modern tech.)

Scolo, I still have not forgotten your attempts to block me out of a certain alliance. If you invade, I will be sure to unleash everything I have on you and you alone while I make my escape. However, if you invade, the international community may not look too kindly upon it. I have not yet began my conquests, nor do I know when I will begin expansion. Until then, leave me and my nation alone, or there will be great death on your part.
Errr... we don't have anyone named Scolo here, as far as I know. I do know that the entire Triumvirate, not just us, opposed your entry because you were then--and apparently still are--a rogue, belligerent, obnoxious leader whose goals and policies are detrimental to the ideals of the Triumvirate. We stand by our position against the late Sean Empire's admittance wholeheartedly.

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/scolopendra/lance_hawke.gifAdvisor Lance Hawke
Foot-to-Ass (formerly Defense) Section
Federated Segments of Scolopendra

(OOC: Didn't you used to use Star Wars tech or something? Quite the step back into modern--and you have to think of these things before threatening the entire world. EDIT: And you're still at 6M... 'bout 10% of TSE's 677M when you flipped out and got deleted. Good job.)

(OOC: Yes, for most of my last days I did use Star Wars tech. However, I must restart again. Therefore, I use modern tech. In the nation function of the game, yes I am a puny little nation with 6 million people. In the roleplay function of the game, however, I have retaken the former lands I once owned. Around 300 million of those 677 million either died or moved away, so that would add up to 383 million, if you include those 2.5 million soldiers and their families living in the source nation.

Also, I called you Scolo for short. That is what you were often called when I was still a player.)

(OOC: You'll find that not very many people let the "I claim more people than I have" thing fly. I could, after all, take over all sorts of dead nations with a total of seven casualties and be fifty or a hundred billion strong.

As you said, you must restart again.)

A VECO unit teeter'd and twitter'd
Trickling data trembling forth
Eyes open wide, peeled and prepared
Numbers and figures, counted and named;
Forces below frittered away
Lines on the map,
Shiver'd and quaked,
Finally flitting afar.

A VECO unit whispers and waits
A new task provided, it wheels out a new set of plates
Their communicative waves tickle pink -
Down deep do they sink -
The intel ops who listen
And watch
As two point five million rifles glisten
For all who watch to see.

[OOC: In other words: all forces moved by ClemsonTigers passively watched (ie, white light observation [for the terminology-challenged: via a telescope]), tagged, and noted. Further movements may also be considered monitored, albeit by MISATs instead of a 'cislunar'-deployed VECO observation unit.]

(OOC: You'll find that not very many people let the "I claim more people than I have" thing fly. I could, after all, take over all sorts of dead nations with a total of seven casualties and be fifty or a hundred billion strong.

As you said, you must restart again.)

(OOC: Ah, yes, but you are missing the fact that it is essential to this particular roleplay. The whole point of this roleplay is a once glorious emperor attempting to return to his former glory but other nations of the world intervene and cause him to realize that he must start all over again. It is sort of a prologue to the ClemsonTigers nation.)

(OOC: Apparently this RP is not going to work since noone seems to want to invade me. I was hoping this could be a prologue to the new chapter of the Sean Empire's once glorious emperor's life, but it appears that I'll have to jump right into it without a prologue.)