In that strange subworld in between NationStates and the glorious paradise known only as "RL", a teenager walked on a sidewalk near a building marked "Schillzia." He was a tall lad, about 6'2", with nerdy glasses and bad acne.
From behind a bush a sniper lurked. He leaped out of the bush and yelled.
"Hey, Chris!"
"Wha... AARGH!"
Chris stumbled back from the force of the bullet. He moaned softly and faded slowly out of existence.
The sniper, now revealed to be a similar youth about a head shorter, with nerdier glasses and a dirty gray jacket, cackled in insane laughter and ran into the building.
He switched on the screen marked "Government Announcements," and sighed at the mess the building was in. Such disarray, with cobwebs and dust everywhere.
He fingered the "To Your Citizens - Subconscious" knob.
"Hi, this is your new god here, just stopping in to take a look at the mortals. Don't anger me."
The "To the World" knob:
"Hi, this is your new god here..."
((OOC: This is a puppet of a nation [[guess who]] that thought Jimathon's IAMGOD threads were great. Just making my entry to the world.))
The new ruler of Schillzia opened his bag. Out of it he took a VR headset and cable. He plugged the cable into a little-used jack marked "Manifestations" and put on the headset. Suddenly, the world shifted around him, and looked a little less real, a little more fun...
*The Palacium on Schillzia*
"People of Schillzia! Long have you been ruthlessly oppressed by the incompetent fool who ran this nation AND those other nations out there that made fun of you! As of this moment, I am ordering a long Schillzian Migration, with a complete restructuring of your schools and families along the way! At the end point of this great voyage, you will be a New Nation, to fit your New God!"
The assembled crowd erupted in cheers. The youth in charge smiled. This looked fun. And he might give Chris one of his puppets. PinkFluffyBunnyLand sounded like a good name for his tall friend...
Thunderstraat
17-12-2003, 19:22
The aging King of Thunderstraat, Adam de Berg, slept in his armchair in the Royal Retreat on the second planet of Pinkett's Star. The fire slowly burned, his old hunting dog slept at his feet, and there were no troubles... the best that could be said of any planet in the Star Empire in a very long time.
Out of the blue, an alarm rang. De Berg jumped, found the alarm on the side of his armchair, and threw it into the fireplace. It made a satisfying clunk.
Another alarm rang, this one in the ceiling fan. The king sighed. Just when it was going good...
"Shut the bloody thing off!" he yelled. "I'm trying to rest!"
The alarm shut off. The King's Order had been given, and it must be obeyed.
A slight man in his mid-thirties walked into the room.
"Father?"
"Go away," Adam I mumbled.
Adam II slowly shook his head. "I wish we were able to let him retire," he said under his breath.
The Heir to the Throne of Thunderstraat walked from the room. He turned into a hallway and placed his hand on an apparently empty section of wall. The wall dinged and shuddered aside.
The Crown Prince walked down the stairs that had materialized. He muttered to himself as he walked down. The mutters echoed and concealed guns sank back into the walls.
He stormed into the room at the bottom of the stairs. "What?" he said quietly, yet in a tone that suggested extremely nasty things for anyone who did not answer the question. The five or so technicians and scientists rushed to provide the answer.
"One at a time!" he yelled, in a rare display of temper.
"Well, sir, it's Schillzia. They were an Earth nation, about five hundred years ago, and they misteriously vanished after their new ruler pronounced himself a god."
"And we all know what that means."
"Yes, of course," the hapless scientist said. "And now they purchased colony ships from one of our, or rather from one of our protectorates, companies. They are planning a vast migration and to restructure their culture en route."
"Migration? To where?"
"Well, that's the problem. We don't know."
Adam de Berg, Crown Prince of Thunderstraat, Duke of Cathedral, Heir to the Throne, and All-Around Awesome Ruler, said, in a slightly hushed tone of voice,
"Don't tell Dad, OK?"
"Yes, sir!"
The kid in charge had left for a snack. This looked really promising.
He redonned the VR gear and sank into NS.
"People of Schillzia! The last time I spoke to you you were a nation of losers! But no more! Through my awesome power and might, I have cast you five hundred years into the future! I have purchased transports and made passage available to ALL! We are leaving this worthless planet to pursue our destiny among the stars!"