NationStates Jolt Archive

*crashes the roleplaying*

*yawns* Yeah, where's my sacrifices? We may bring the demise of Jolt with us, but we will endure. And stuff. But right now, I demand blood!

For once, I agree with my nice mushy pansy better half. We'll just hop to the next fool who wants to host the hoardes of lusers and consume their resources, too! Mwahahahahahaha! But for now, the mods demand bloodshed! Sacrifices and drinks! And chocolate.

Yare yare. For once the bastard and the ninja alter-egos agree on something. So let's see some piano wire and chainsaws and stuff lit on fire in my name! =D

*crashes the roleplaying*

<snip>Hey, don't blame me. Goober started it!

~Czardas, Supreme Ruler of the Universe (ha!)

DON"T RP FOR ME AND GIVE ME A CHANCE TO RESPOND TO YOUR MOVES! :mad:



As flame and brimstone shot from beneath the floor of the Temple of the Mods , the young clerics ran screaming from the building. Only the venerable priests and priestesses here knew there was no reason to run, everything was under control. The High Priest lifted his blazing blue eyes and grinned, energy crackling all around him. With a word and a small gesture he isolated every spot of fire in the entire temple. Without oxygen, the fire went out. Mast of the Universe huh, The High Priest thought to himself and all he could manage was a little flame? Pathetic.


The High Priest turned to the devout still in the temple.

"I command ye to bring the head of the miscreant who has thought himself powerful enough to burn our temple down. Also bring chocolate. And drinks. That is all"

*yawns* Yeah, where's my sacrifices? We may bring the demise of Jolt with us, but we will endure. And stuff. But right now, I demand blood!

For once, I agree with my nice mushy pansy better half. We'll just hop to the next fool who wants to host the hoardes of lusers and consume their resources, too! Mwahahahahahaha! But for now, the mods demand bloodshed! Sacrifices and drinks! And chocolate.


Yare yare. For once the bastard and the ninja alter-egos agree on something. So let's see some piano wire and chainsaws and stuff lit on fire in my name! =D
Fine..... *Sacrifices large amounts of chocolates with creme and blood filling*
....that allright
*cowers*

DON"T RP FOR ME AND GIVE ME A CHANCE TO RESPOND TO YOUR MOVES! :mad:



As flame and brimstone shot from beneath the floor of the Temple of the Mods , the young clerics ran screaming from the building. Only the venerable priests and priestesses here knew there was no reason to run, everything was under control. The High Priest lifted his blazing blue eyes and grinned, energy crackling all around him. With a word and a small gesture he isolated every spot of fire in the entire temple. Without oxygen, the fire went out. Mast of the Universe huh, The High Priest thought to himself and all he could manage was a little flame? Pathetic.


The High Priest turned to the devout still in the temple.

"I command ye to bring the head of the miscreant who has thought himself powerful enough to burn our temple down. Also bring chocolate. And drinks. That is all"OOC Post: Finally managed to put it out! Will any mods roleplay themselves or will I have to? I'll start off for them.

IC: Czardas watched them from afar - no one knows how far. He smiled, then spoke into the silver screen on which the image of the Temple of the Moderators was projected.

True, I did not burn your temple down. All I did was allow the n00bs time to escape. If I had intended to burn down the temple, believe me, I would have done so. Inside the Temple, the devout started at the voice coming from nowhere and everywhere at once.

You see, now the n00bs, trolls, flamers, and godmoders will form their own army. I was one. I have little power in NationStates. But more than a thousand? Some of them have more power than you think. When they attack your temple, remember what I told you. The moderators hold power among you, they say. But there are only fifteen moderators, and many more of the enemy. And whose side am I on, you wonder?

Perhaps I will leave you to wonder.

Czardas closed the screen. Inside, the high priests and priestesses and the mods were moving again. The Temple was devoid of rulebreakers, but they were all engaged in something else.

They formed a circle around the altar of Max and began to chant in unison, a strange, sad, faraway tune, as if from a great distance.

I swear by Max and all the Moderators, to hunt down and destroy this rogue nation, this violator, this heretic. I will not rest until Czardas the immortal Ruler is lain low in disgrace. He and those loyal to him shall pay in blood for the burning of the Temple of Moderators. He cannot die, but he can surrender.

Outside, a light wind was springing up...

Two figures, at first both wrapped in shadow emerged from the smoke, the final dregs of the fire that had been snuffed out so easily. The dark cloud parted from the two, almost as though it feared to sully the two beings, the light in the Temple glinting dimly off armor, and brightly, like a trio of stars come to ground upon the great weapons each held. Two forces, light and dark, so often at odds, now united in purpose.

"Rise now, loyal followers. For the time has come for you to receive the magical powers you have craved for so long, that you may bring Our Judgement upon the heathen who dare to think he may deface the Temple you have so lovingly built."

The first figure, the familar orange form of Rep Prod the Ninja Mod raised one hand, the one clutching Kiritateru Teikoku, the blade best known as the Sword of DEAT, and gestured over the crowd of the faithful with the deadly blade. "Take with you now my blessing, and arm yourselves well. No barrier shall stand before your chosen weapons, that justice may be swiftly dealt!"

The air crackled with power as the words were spoken. "Go now, with my blessing."

The second figure stepped forward, flying on wicked wings.

http://rpstudios.ian-justman.com/junk/CGgoods/Modsig2.JPG
~Evil Empress Rep Prod the Ninja Mod
~Master of the mighty moderation no-dachi Kiritateru Teikoku

The second figure, perhaps the more ominous of the two, was none other that Reploid Seductions the Bastard Nationstates Moderator from HELL. With a sort of deadly grace, the black-clad alter-ego raised both her hands, each carrying one of the deadly Oversized Butcher Knives of Deletion, the bastard mod's counterpart to the ninja mod's Sword of DEAT. A sneer shows clearly on the bastard mod's face as she looks over the crowd of loyal followers.

"So you lusers want magical powers for some reason. Alright then. I'm pissed at that uber-luser for trying to burn down the temple, so I'm with my counterpart here on siccing an army of the faithful." With a wicked grin, the bastard mod hovered higher into the air, her six wings flaring out and open, power crackling along the twin blades, dozens of fine bolts of power striking out among the loyal below. Perhaps not the nicest way of giving a blessing, but this was the Bastard Mod from Hell, often touted as the nastiest bitch that ever was, and responsible for the deaths of an untold number of annoying coworkers.

"Go now with my blessing and kick that lusers ass. May your weapons be lethal instantly to whichever they have marked, and the first drop of blood they spill spell the death of my enemies!"

Their blessings and presently unknown magical powers bestowed upon the faithful, the two moderators lifted rapidly into the skies above the Temple, returning to the holy lands of Forum 7.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/claw-kun/evilmod4.jpg
~Reploid Seductions
~She Who is Feared, She Who Wields the Oversized Butcher Knives of Deletion
~The Bastard Nationstates Game Moderator... from HELL!

The moderators appeared in a sudden flash of light and smoke to the few faithful remaining in the temple. As their smoke-wreathed forms descended upon the kneeled and genuflecting forms, the Ninja mod and the Bastard-Alter-Ego-Mod-From-HELL extended their blades and gave a blessing unto the faithful.

With newly embewed powers of the moderators bestowed upon them, the faithful among the priests rose up and gathered their strength. They waited for the clash with the army of rule-breakers. Waiting for the epic battle to save the temple of the mods

*in the meantime, the high priests sacrifices another round of chocolate and a n00b they found lurking in the forums.*

*in the meantime, the high priests sacrifices another round of chocolate and a n00b they found lurking in the forums.*

You... You aren't going to sacrifice me... Are you?

You... You aren't going to sacrifice me... Are you?


you don't count as a n00b anymore.

you don't count as a n00b anymore.

Oh. Good.

*grabs a n00b by the neck*

Will this do in my stead?

Oh. Good.

*grabs a n00b by the neck*

Will this do in my stead?


why of course

*stokes fire*

why of course

*stokes fire*

*lifts nameless n00b in the air*

*lifts nameless n00b in the air*
*intones sacred chant to please RepSed*

*intones sacred chant to please RepSed*

*casts nameless n00b into the fire*

*casts fire onto nameless noob*

*casts nameless n00b and fire onto real fire*

*casts gasoline (copious amounts) into fire*

[off topic]hey cool, as of right now I have the second most posts in this thread. And I've been gone for a week and a half. Nifty.[/off topic]

I guess I have the most?

Just haven't been counting.

I have never understood this thread. One has one's responsibilities and rights, one has powers, one chooses not to use them in the dominions of others (OOC: unless one plays Dominions II), but one never suffers from lack of 'magic'.

Why demand what you must already have as your birthright? Having raised forth from nothingness the entire domain of your nation-state by an act of will, what higher thaumaturgy do you seek? Greedy, you mortals.

Brythain
Grand Duke of Roathin
Thaumaturge, psychopomp, hierophant, psionic chirurgeon
Son of Dark Talon &c &c

Yes! The Mighty Ones have given us their blessing!
*carefully puts away blessed unsoppable, instant death weapons for use at need*
*opens fire with sleeping darts on Brythain to prevent his escape*
Finally, a named sacrifice!

It took but a short time for the light wind to grow into a strong wind. The fifteen Moderators and their helpers were now all active in cleaning up the debris caused by the flames. The faithful were enraptured to have true Moderators working alongside them.

Two of the most powerful Moderators were working on the walls, strengthening them. One of the younger junior Forum Mods asked them, What exactly are you doing?

One of the more powerful mods turned to him. We're strengthening the metaphysical boundaries of the Temple, she explained. This will ensure that no-one who we have not sanctioned will be allowed in. (OOC: The equivalent of password-protecting NationStates)

The junior mod asked, But how can we prevent this...Czardas as he calls himself, and his heretic army, from taking over the Temple?

He cannot enter, or any loyal to him, responded the other. And currently we are finding out his strength. You there!

A moderator sat far away on the other end, a crystal ball in hand. He turned at the call of his superior. Yes, <name of mod>?

I want you to find out who Czardas is, where he comes from, what his army consists of...you know, all that, said the Game Mod. The tech mod nodded. I will do so.

He looked into the crystal ball and spoke magic words of power. The priests and the faithful watched an expression of surprise grow on his face. He seemed to be becoming more and more immersed in the crystal ball.

At length he raised his head and spoke. There is no information on Czardas in our database. We do not know his name, his age, his location, or what he is doing right now. However- he referred to the crystal ball -he has about 5000 non-NSers rounded up, all loyal to him.

And the n00bs? asked his superior.

They are a separate organization, answered the mod. They have many leaders of many clans, all fighting one another. They number even more.

Very well, said the principal moderator, speaking for the first time. We, the Moderators, and the priests and priestesses are our own army. When Czardas comes, and the n00bs, and the spammers...we will fight them all, and win. We cannot lose.

But far away, someone else was watching them, and he smiled slightly. Or so you think.

And far away, the seeds of war had been planted...

Zeek grinned, showing surprisingly sharp teeth for an herbivorous rodent.

"Let them come! They shall regret their invasion soon enough. Not yet, though... there is one I must speak with first."

The Demonic Gopher leader vanished into a tunnel, leaving his minions to continue the work.

*streaks through roleplay*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*trips over Czardas and falls into the fire pit*

*streaks through roleplay*
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

*trips over Czardas and falls into the fire pit**sacrifices Neo-Anarchists to himself*

*reopens roleplay*

~Czardas, Supreme Ruler of the Universe

Elsewhere... a small, forested island, its only sign of inhabitation an ancient ruin near the middle. In this structure, a gopher speaks. The one Zeek came to meet with is away, but his mind is linked to this place. The two converse as easily as if they both were in the chamber.

Zeek describes the recent events in the Temple of the Mods, and the other listens carefully. Then his voice fills the room, seeming to echo from the intricately carved stone. Interesting. I shall most certainly keep an eye on this situation. Should it prove neccessary, which I doubt, I shall be ready to assist you. I have confidence in your abilities, and none can match the power of the Mods in their own realm... but my help may still be useful. I shall watch.

Zeek vanished back into the tunnel through which he had arrived.

I want magic powers, too!
What powers you ask?
I dunno, how 'bout the power of flight?
That do anything for ya?
That's levitation holmes.
How 'bout the power to kill a yak,
From 200 yards away... with mind bullets!
That's telekinesis, Kyle.
How 'bout the power... to move you?

*emerges from tunnel behind Giddiness*
Greetings, sacrifice! Don't even think about trying to escape.

I want magic powers, too!
What powers you ask?
I dunno, how 'bout the power of flight?
That do anything for ya?
That's levitation holmes.
How 'bout the power to kill a yak,
From 200 yards away... with mind bullets!
That's telekinesis, Kyle.
How 'bout the power... to move you?
Look. A n00b. *shifty eyes*

Look. A n00b. *shifty eyes*
quick! grab him!

*starts fire*

*turns on 2 Minutes To Midnight by Iron Maiden*

Let the n00b roast begin!

Mwahahahaha.
Okay so this is really a bump in disguse.

What, no new posts?

What, no new posts?
I want the ability to make Nsers into Cereals!

I want the ability to make Nsers into Cereals!
Granted.
I've decided I taste best with much sugar.

Granted.
I've decided I taste best with much sugar.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/harlesburg/Branin.jpg
Oh thats right i already could! :D

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/harlesburg/Branin.jpg
Oh thats right i already could! :D
Isn't it convient for you that my name just happened to be similar to Bran. It still says all-bran in at least one place on the box. Slacker.

Isn't it convient for you that my name just happened to be similar to Bran. It still says all-bran in at least one place on the box. Slacker.
Its Branin Bran man i could say it was intentional or ill take it down repost it all flashy like if you want! ;)

Its Branin Bran man i could say it was intentional or ill take it down repost it all flashy like if you want! ;)
Ohhhhh flashy......

In response to the rest of the post....

Huh?

Ohhhhh flashy......

In response to the rest of the post....

Huh?
Well i didnt see the need to change the fine print!
You are Branin Bran man!

It has already begun. *rubs bump on head from Reppy's modbomb* :(

I'll forgive you if you light up some n00bs! We've had an awful lot of them lately. Burn the n00bs!

I shall do so, o Modly one. :)

*HR rounds up some n00bs from the UN forum and roasts them on spits over large bonfires, chanting to the Mods and occasionally making random comments*

Mmmm...tastes like...chicken.

I shall do so, o Modly one. :)

*HR rounds up some n00bs from the UN forum and roasts them on spits over large bonfires, chanting to the Mods and occasionally making random comments*

Mmmm...tastes like...chicken.
http://www.wakonse.org/97/pix/june10/bonfire.jpg

*wanders in*

not enough n00bs are burning!

*streaks through general, grabs several n00bs, throws them on bigger bonfire*

The n00b Rosting Fire of D00Mz0R!!!!111!!! (http://www.project-seven.co.uk/images/Bonfire%20ablaze.jpg)

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It was late, and many had now left the Temple of Moderators. One of the faithful priests was the last to go. He carefully put away everything, listening to the gentle steady breathing of those now asleep below, the tenders of the flames, who had gone to sleep while BLARGistania, Branin, and the other priests were out n00b-catching. The priest then carefully packed his things and stepped out of the temple with a light step. Outside, strong, nearly gale-force winds had subsided, and a light breeze was blowing. He hummed a little tune and felt in his pocket for something missing. With an oath he realized he had forgotten it in the temple. He turned back and walked up towards the Temple of Moderators.

Then he stopped and stared.

For where the Temple of Moderators had stood just a few seconds earlier was empty space. It was as though the temple had never been built.

He ran forward and investigated. It was the same space all right—the sheer cliffs falling away, the light grass, the path, everything. But the temple had vanished. He scratched his head and looked around, seeing nothing.

Normally when the Mods moved the temple, they left some sign of their presence in doing so: a message transmitted telepathically, a sign in the air. But they had left no sign. The priest knew innately that a power beyond the Mods had removed the Temple. Something had changed, some frame or continuum, and the Temple had never been built. The Moderators had never existed. The Warning of [violet] had come true.*

The priest fell upon that hillside sobbing, for he knew now that the last days of NS had come upon the land.

He was still there when the High Priests arrived...

* OOC: This is some prophecy in the distant past, the severity of which I will let you judge. ;)

The High Preist ran up to the spot where the temple has once stood. He looked about in confusion, seeing only empty space where once a glorious building of marble and obsidion had stood. It was when he turned to gaze out at the now-visible cliffs he noticed the sobbing priest.

Striding over to the priest. The High Preist knelt and conveyed his sorry.

My son, I know what you are thinking. This heresy will not stand. We will right this wrong. The prophecy will not come true and NS will continue on as it always will for the moderators guarentee us its time eternal.

The High Priest stepped back and began to summom his powers. His hair whipped about in frenzy only he could feel. When his power was called, the priest intoned the incantation and called upon the mods.

All mighty moderators of the land of NationStates! I call upon the and beesech that ye grant us this humble request. We must call upon the combined powers of all the mods and work together for with our full strength, we may be victorious. A wretched and accursed power has stolen our temple. We must reclaim it. It is our hope that with the powers of the mods combined (and some special powers granted) we may prevail unto Max himself to return us our temple. In the name of the mods we give thanks.

The High Priest bowed his head and mumbled. Then he turned and strode away, awaiting the moderators.

*sacrifices roleplaying*

It's intnerupting my randomness,

Now that's what I like! Roleplaying takes too much thought!

So says the roleplayer. :rolleyes:

You! Be quiet!

Lo! I hear the mods!

*quickly grabs an unnamed noob/flamer and lights it on fire*

Oh mods! accept this humble offering!

woot! Flaming flamers.

*thinks for a second*

*shudders*

does sound kinda. . .off. . .yeah.

*lights cig of passing flaming flamer*

EDIT: hey! over 300 posts!

*wanders in*

not enough n00bs are burning!

*streaks through general, grabs several n00bs, throws them on bigger bonfire*

The n00b Rosting Fire of D00Mz0R!!!!111!!! (http://www.project-seven.co.uk/images/Bonfire%20ablaze.jpg)
*drops by to make a few sacrifices during a rare moment of summer internet access*

Ooh, nice fire!

bloop

I thought you had died...

I thought you had died...
several times actually, only to be resurected by a man named bob who now claims to own my spirit.

several times actually, only to be resurected by a man named bob who now claims to own my spirit.

I shall meet this "Bob". And, when I do, I shall ask him why he collects spirits. Not just any spirits. The kind of spirits you by at... Speck's. Spirits that weren't good enough for everyone else, but were bought by Bob because he cared. Because he dared to dream!

I shall meet this "Bob". And, when I do, I shall ask him why he collects spirits. Not just any spirits. The kind of spirits you by at... Speck's. Spirits that weren't good enough for everyone else, but were bought by Bob because he cared. Because he dared to dream!

:single manly tear:
Bob is a great man.

Hahahahahahaha! [/maniacal laughter] Lord Czardas smiled grimly, watching the events unfolding far, far away.

Thousands of n00bs were mobilizing, led by all the people in NSwiki's hall of offenders (OOC: look it up). They slowly made their way across dark plains towards the home of the Moderators, like cockroaches creeping across the darkened floor towards the cupboards...

...Rallied by Zeek, thousands of gophers, allied with moles under Moleland, dashed along tunnels, screeching awful war-cries...

...Dozens of liberals headed by Goobergunchia made their way (gun-free) to the aid of the mods...

...A cult rallied around a mysterious player known only as 'FairyTInkArisen' to counter Czardas's evil army...

...Libertarians from the NS Classic Liberal Party prepared to attack freely...

...And over all, the mods were watching and waiting. Diminished by one (the loyal moderator of Myrth), they were still powerful, still there, and still not willing to give up. With them were dozens of the faithful, still waiting to counter the dark and deathless force of The Anti-Mod.

w00t

Hey, Czardas, could you post a link for the hall of offenders? I wasn't able to find it.

*casts teleport w/o error and disappears before he can be burnt on the ever growing pyres*

Here (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Hall_of_Ex-Nations)


~Czardas, Supreme Ruler of the Universe

Thankee :)

*wanders in, sacrifices a large contingent of n00bs and small furry (yet demonic) animals*

Hey all.