i have made a new show send me your poorest and crimanals
as you no i have discovered a breed of killer ants i have also been wondering what to do and i decided to make a show in which poor and deadly crimanals will be fed to them i will also give you 50$ per person and i need them as soon as posible this is going to be an extremly funny but crule way to make people learn there lesson
thanks presidant
darren
Since we have been dealing with you almost sice we were created-and sice I've put up with all of your stupid things for 3 weeks-it's not happening any more. Military action has already begun.
This show is disgusting and we will not tolerate the sale of anyone for any purpose, for slavery or entertainment, especially not in this violent way.
Jaxusism
07-11-2003, 21:18
Thats just sick. Jaxusism wont stand for it!
i dont really care if the people are comitting crimes and if people are going to be lazy they deserve to die
YOU NEED LEARN ENGLISH COMPOSITION!
Back to my military action...
OOC: assuming 4 minutes rt is an hour game time, then it's been about "2 hours" since I last posted.
IC:
As the light reconsaisse team sneaks through the forests on the Island of S.T.P., screams can be heard from far off.
"Command-they've begun"
"Move in Viper. Command out"
The team continues through the forests, now at an increased rate.
"We should be there inin about 30 minutes. Prepare the "package" Samuel.
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30 Minutes Later
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As the team slowly moves through the heavily urbanized area-the shouts grow louder.
"Holy shit sir-they weren't kidding"
"Damn right they weren't!"
Samuel goes ahead, covered by the rest of the tteam. 200 yds. away from the "festivities", a small package is carefully hidden. Almost impossible to find already, Samuel casrfully places a CoverSheet over-conceaaling it completely.
"Move!"
The troops run, not caring whetther they are seen or heard. Upon reachiong the shoreline, a helicopter pulls up and whiskes them away.
Behind them-An amazing explosion rocks the 'copter.
"Oh my god-they're dead"
"We did what we had to do Samuel.
Back to my military action...
OOC: assuming 4 minutes rt is an hour game time, then it's been about "2 hours" since I last posted.
IC:
As the light reconsaisse team sneaks through the forests on the Island of S.T.P., screams can be heard from far off.
"Command-they've begun"
"Move in Viper. Command out"
The team continues through the forests, now at an increased rate.
"We should be there inin about 30 minutes. Prepare the "package" Samuel.
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30 Minutes Later
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As the team slowly moves through the heavily urbanized area-the shouts grow louder.
"Holy shit sir-they weren't kidding"
"Damn right they weren't!"
Samuel goes ahead, covered by the rest of the tteam. 200 yds. away from the "festivities", a small package is carefully hidden. Almost impossible to find already, Samuel casrfully places a CoverSheet over-conceaaling it completely.
"Move!"
The troops run, not caring whetther they are seen or heard. Upon reachiong the shoreline, a helicopter pulls up and whiskes them away.
Behind them-An amazing explosion rocks the 'copter.
"Oh my god-they're dead"
"We did what we had to do Samuel.
The wall of television monitors casts a prismatic haze across the otherwise dark room, reflected off of Hawthorne's glasses. His gaze slides over all of the monitors, trying to assimilate as much information as he could.
He sees news in ten different languages. A commercial for anti-perspirant, for a new car. Strippers selling vodka. A reality show with whining over-tan valley girls. A talk show, complete with spiky haired teens yelling at puritanical moms and nazis. The advertisement for a new television show.
A show that feeds poor people to giant ants. The creases in the corners of his eyes get deeper and look darker as his brow furrows. His lip curls back in a disgusted sneer and he picks up the phone off of the table next to his chair.
"Veidt?"
He pauses for the Minister of Defense's response.
"We need to send some men."
"Channel 302."
"Yes, I know. Despicable."
"How long can you ready the third fleet?"
"Mobilization within the week."
"Good. Prepare a report. We'll present to the ministry tommorrow at 7:30."
kernwik recognises Save the Penguins right to manage his people as he sees fit and is willing to provide a small number of troops to help bolster his defences if they are requierd
I'm to blame for putting that idea into his head. I take full responsibility and so i shall defend him with my army if i have to.
Standing on the deck of the A.S.N. Mjolnir, Hawthorne stares towards the advancing shoreline of S.T.P., weariness worn on his shoulders like a heavy coat. Timothy Viedt, with his golden hair and Viking-esque physique strides over from the Command deck aperture.
"E.T.A. two hours, sir." There was no doubt that the man was huge. He towered over Hawthorne's six feet.
"The whole third fleet. Twenty ships. Has the broadcast gone out yet?"
"In about ten minutes, sir."
"Good." Hawthorne leans on the guard rail haggardly. "Let's hope that we go home soon, Tim."
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"...But now, and important message from the Prime Minister of the Commonwealth of Autocthonian States, Daniel Hawthorne."
Medium length brown hair frames a strong jaw and horn rimmed eyeglasses and his manicured hands with a ring of state lay clasped on the desk. His tie is tasteful, and cinched, in a four in hand knot, rather than a clumsy windsor. His speech is one of old schooling and upper echelons.
"The Autocthonian states have witnessed a gross violation of human rights in the S.T.P. in a new televised execution program. We can not condone such action. We hereby give notice that if the show is not canceled, and those resposible fired, we will engage in a trade embargo. Our entire third fleet has been dispatched to intercept any and all trade ships headed in or out of the S.T.P., with our second fleet joining in by week's end."
He takes off his glasses and looks into the camera, blue eyes flashing with compromise.
"We hope that this embargo will not have to be in place. We do not wish hostilities with this country, but we cannot abide such treatment of people. Thank you"
We will be sending all soldiers accusued of war crimes to be executed on your show. 8)
i have 2 march nations and 2 june nations willing to kick ur ass
I see no reason to go to war. Unless your nation has no death sentence for criminals than you really shouldn't talk. To each they're own.
I also have the help of 3 nations from Jan-April.(Not entirely mine but i can still convince them to attack someone who is bullying someone for such a paltry thing)
OOC: Criminals yes. Poorest no. And the purchase of said individuals is slavery. FWIW, the UN would stand behind my embargo, which would not prohibit medical supplies transport into the STP.
I'll defend Penguin if it breaks into a war. Penguin, just accept criminals and make sure you feed them to the ants immediately to avoid legal matters.
OOC: A public announcement that the show only accepts convicted criminals (And pays nothing for them), would defuse the embargo situation.
"The Autocthonian Navy has moved the Third Fleet into position in order to enforce a trade embargo on S.T.P. today. The embargo is in response to a anti-humanitarian effortthat the leaders of STP have proposed to eliminate their lower classes."
An announcement by Prime Minister Hawthorne earlier today stated that he does not wish to spend any unnecessary time with this embargo, calling for a cessation in their 'barbaric practices' and for the STP-ian people to rejoin the modern civilisations."
Sources in the Ministry of Foreign Affaris claim that Kovacs has been meeting with UN officials and alliances to help enforce this trade embargo.
The details of the embargo do not affect incoming humanitarian aid, and are aimed at trade vessels."
"Thanks, Susan. You can count on channel 431 to bring you up-to-the minute news on this developing situation."
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"Sir?" A young lieutenant stands quietly at attention, waiting for the Prime Minister to respond.
"Hmm?" Hawthorne slowly turns to face the officer, heavy bags beneath his eyes.
"They are waiting for you in Command." The lieutenant's eyebrow twitches upward in concern for his commanders current state. Hawthorne straightens his jacket and tie, adjusts his cuffs and brings himself to his full height. The man oozed authority. He turned sharply and walked away.
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"In other news, the High Lord's cruiser, 'Shadow Dragon', has lost contact with Darrow Command. At approximately 1330 today, the constance beacon signal ceased. Further information at this time is unavailable, although Military sources believe that several capital ships have been dispatched to the last known coordinates of the Shadow Dragon, in order to investigate."
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"What do you mean, we lost contact?!?" Hawthorne's face glowing red with lividity. Several technicians nervously moved quicker toward their tasks.
"Sir, their constance beacon lost it's contact with our central command center. We don't know what has happened to them yet. It could just be that they wandered out of range..." Viedt somehow managed to keep his composure beneath the stress.
"Or he could have been taken down by some low-down space pirating heathen? Is that how this statement ends, Viedt?"
"No, sir, but..."
"You know what we are doing here?"
"Yes sir..."
"Because I don't think you do. We are here on what we believe to be for the good of all citizens of this mudball. We are here to save people from the tyranny of a government that views death as recreation. Do you know what that means?"
"Sir?"
"It means that we are bloody unpopular. There are dozens of overmilitarized countries that think that death and carnage, rape and murder, slavery and devastation are bloody family hour activities. And we are getting in the way of their fun."
"But sir, if some people think that it's fun..."
"No. We could have been those people, but for chance. It could have been you or I in the mandibles of those beasts, save that we won the lottery when we were born. We must defend our brothers rights to live."
"Sir, what does this have to do with the High Lord?"
Hawthorne slumps into a chair, looking more than a little frazzled. "People need leadership, Tim." He sighs. "They need a hero. They love the HIgh Lord. The prick can swing entire elections with a sentence. When the populace finds out that he's missing, they'll waffle on this, with everything else. And without popular support, we're screwed."
"Sir?"
"Because the enemies we're making with this embargo watch the same news that our people do. And if our rank and file soldiers lose faith, lose hope, we can't hope to defend against those murderous savages, should they decide to open fire."
"Sir, the news leaked out two minutes ago."
"Bloody hell."
"So what more can I do? We've dispatched two Carriers to search for them."
"Find a look-alike. Plaster his mug on the news, getting off one of our ships with heavy guard. Give our boys their hero back."
"Yes, sir."
Bump to remind people that there's an eager audience here.
"We interrupt your regularly scheduled programme to bring you 431 Emerging News."
"Minutes ago, at the Darrow International Transport Authority, The High Lord was pictured, being escorted from a Heimdahl class airship."
((Pan from anchor to shot of large plane with three black-suited security men disembarking, then signalling to interior. Zoom to tall, dark haired man with victorian goatee and long coat stepping out, followed by two more suited guards.))
"He appears to be in good spirits, if a little frazzled, David."
"Yes Susan, but then again, you would be too, if you had been through what he had."
"Exactly what did happen up there? He's not getting out of the 'Shadow Dragon', so was it destroyed?"
"An official statement has not yet been made to verify exactly what had happened to the 'Shadow Dragon' or her crew, but authorities have reported an upcoming press conference tommorrow a.m."
"And you can count on Channel 431 Emerging News to bring you the latest. And we'll return you to your regularly scheduled programme."
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Hunched over a long range sensor array screen, Pvt. Erikksonn had been working on his eighth espresso when a bip went off. Excitedly, he tinkered with the fine-tuning knobs until he was able to narrow in on the area. Sure enough, it had the profile of the 'Shadow Dragon'. But wait...there was another blip. Also the same profile. And the 'dragon was a prototypical new starship. There were three in existance, and two were in hangars in South Darrow.
"Commander...I think that you had better have a look at this."
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OOC: anyone have some space pirates for a situation that could become profitable? TM me for more...
The Great Emporer Ssakura sits in his chair, back turned to a view screen on the giant cruiser orbiting Earth (within orbiting regulations of couse).
"Johnston! Tell the pilots that I want the Ss Kythr and The Ss Lancer in position!"
"Yes sir!"
"We'll now begin 'diplomatic' talks. Set up the comm links and turn up the res. on the probe."
"Yes sir!"
"Tell these Pengiun people that this has to end-now. The results of ouyr spec-op. should make it clear that we are not to be messed with. It's over, if they continue-they're over"
After reviewing diplomatic attempts with S.T.P,The Great Emporer Ssakura has decded that these people are just useless scum. No more effort will be spent trying to retain diplomatic peace.
"Johnston. Tell their diplomats that we're through...but-wire a message to their foreign relationships person, Dan Clark. He seems like a decent type."
"Yes sir!"
"...and...prepare the Nova Cannons too..."
i am only using crimanals
Petsburg
14-11-2003, 11:31
thats it, im sending in the terran fighters and robots
Hawthorne settles down a bit. Word had just come that a diplomatic solution had ended his stand-off of a trade embargo. And central command had informed him that the High Lord had been in a conflict, but that the Thor had arrived to reinforce, and that all was well. Two bombs diffused. He got to go home. It had been a long day. Time for that cigar.
i am only using crimanals
Its no diffrent than everyone else's death sentences. :roll: At least the criminals are doing they're part for the community.