NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Greetings folks. This is where we'll kick off our role-playing bonnanza. Be sure to designate in character (IC) and out of character (OOC) dialogue. Lets start by declaring our armies. If you read the links (http://home.capecod.net/~stu2/nsmv/links.htm), you should be set. Just be respectful ooc, and observe proper roleplaying etiquitte. Together, I think we can have a great time. If you're not from our region, please refrain from posting here.

-Stu, regional admin

-Fellow Islanders,

We, the Federation of Kampfenstaaten, herby declare an active military of 140,000 personel, with 70,000 combat troops and 70,000 support troops. We also declare 420,000 reservists, again, 210,000 combat and 210,000 support troops. We follow the rules set forth in this post. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=52356)

-Chancellor von Stuben, of the Federation of Kampfenstaaten

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Major Tom, The Supreme Commander of All Chappaquiddickian Forces:
As of 2/7/04 We in the Confedercy of Chappaquiddick have the following very well equipped forces:
125,000 Active Forces split into
-75,000 Combat
-50,000 Suport
200,000 Reservists split into
-90,000 Combat
-110,000 Suport
25,000 Artillery and Armor (Planed)
25,000 Navy (Planed)
100 Immortals (Personal Bodyguards of High-Ranking Officals)
TOTAL: 375,100 Persons

Erik, The Lord Of Chappy:
Greetings friends, my nation is not a war-faring one, we will push back when pushed or when an ally is attacked en mass, but for the most part we enjoy trading,exploring, ruthlessley exploiting/inslaving/whiping out native peoples of lands we conquer and then raping the land of anything with any value. We hope we can have good realtions with all (civilized)nations.

(ooc: Pardon me if I do this wrong, it's not exactly an every day thing for me.)
The Dark Nexus herby splits their forces into-
130,000 active forces (65,000 combat, 65,000 suport)
160,000 reservists (80,000 combat, 80,000 suport)
220,000 navy (110,000 combat, 110,000 suport)
Total: 510,000 persons
In addition, The Dark Nexus has a highly expendable clone army of 200 persons.
The Dark Nexus will not shy away from the use of millitary might should the intrests of ourselves or our allies be hindered.
-Josh, Overlord of The Dark Nexus

Butunishi has little to do with armies for we find them to be a bother when your whole nation is trained in the art of assassination at a very young age. We are a netrual territory so anyone needing a well trained group of assassins can contact me Magus Kenshin. our assassins are at a hefty price though since they can be a very pivotal turning point in a war so decided wisely for I do not wish to run you dry of money. I am willing to help either and both sides of a war so please do not attack if your important person is killed. Get even we have no qualms about attack other employers. that is all I can think of now so please all Fair well.
-Emperor Magus

OOC: Yeah its all I can think to do since im not a big war buff like lots of you so bare with me and let me know if this is shyt and what I should do. (I like it though)

220,000 navy (110,000 combat, 110,000 suport)
-Josh, Overlord of The Dark Nexus
I am justing this figure as follows-
220,000 navy (74000 combat, 146000 suport)

Field Marhsal MacMullen has ben a ponted Supreme commander of home and expedition troops.
-Army-

Active Duty=140,000
Combat=70,000
Support=70,000

Reserve=280,000
Combat=140,000
Reserve=140,000

Navy=70,000
Seaborn (Combat)=23,000
Shorebased (Support)=47,000

Airforce=70,000
Combat=17,500
Support=52,500

I, Le Maitre Irve of the Unduly Inebriated, hereby do disclose the following information regarding our great land.
Our Armed Forces is divided as follows-

National Army- 225,000
Air Force- 150,000
Royal Navy- 125,000
National Reserves of Drunk Patriots- 40,000

These are our ranks as my Cabinet of Social Drinkers informs me. More of our patriots are joining every day. Our military technology is also growing as well. We have a Military budget currnetly of around 15 billion Bottles of Hooch, and growing every day. That is all. Thank you.
-Le Maitre Irve
The Drunken Master
Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated

Also, our Active vs. Support troops are as follows:
National Army-
112500 Active Troops
112500 Support Troops

Air Force-
37500 Acticve Troops
112500 Support Troops

Royal Navy
31250 Active Troops
93750 Support Troops

Thank you,
Le Maitre Irve

(ooc: tell me if I'm not alowed to do this yet)
The Dark Nexus is lanching several small boats full of suplies, civilans, and 50 clone warriors with the intention of claiming and colonising area 19.

OOC: You can go ahead, but without the troops, at least until we settle on a time period.

IC: Franz von Eurich, Minister of Foreign Affairs, walked down the main hall of the Reichstag, and into the boardroom. There, seated around the table, were the Federation's cabinet. At the head sat Chancellor von Stuben, listening intently to Heinz Dietrich, Minister of War, as he addressed the cabinet on the building of the new Citadel, the Wehrmacht's premier training facility. Everyone looked up at Minister Eurich as he entered.

"Sir, its begun." he said, addressing the Chancellor.
"I beg your pardon?"
"A foreign nation has begun expanding to the frontier teritories. If we're to compete, we must launch a similar expedition."

"Very well," responded the Chancellor, "Minister Echenbach, see to it immediately. I want a plan on my desk by 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

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Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten

ic: I, Prime Minister Detlef L. Hauptmann of the Fiefdom of GrunHolz , have, in response to the mobilization of other nations colonizing outfits, mobilized a expedition to move north into territory #5.

its land is simlar to our own and we will have outposts up by the morning.

I am also proud to announce that the Fiefdom of GrunHolz, is in the process of forming drafting Up Island Non-Agression Pact. Our final draft of the Pact will be posted within a couple days. We feel that nations working together, regardless of the political spectrum, for a peaceful future would benefit the whole island.

thank you
-Prime Minister Detlef L. Hauptmann

occ: stu, this is kevin. i and would like the particulars of this settle frontier land. if i am left un apposed with #5 be absorbed into my territory? i'm just not experienced in the role playing side of things. thanks

IC:
pleased to announce that GrunHolz intial settlement in territory 5 is growing and another has begun. private companies have been contracted to develop the fledgeling cities of the new colony. roads and buildings are going up at an impressive rate. my people are inspired by the prospect of life in this northern region.
another settling party is head east in territory 5 and is going to set up our thrid settlement by the coast.

-Prime Minister Detlef L. Hauptmann

OOC: so how long to i have to settle this to truely occupy. GrunHolz is so small an expansion would be good.
-kevin

"Ha, ha, ha!" The laughter of the Overlord booms throughout the room a he watches from his personal box in the areana. Below him, disenters armed with small sticks are being torn apart by rabid wolfhounds. "Let it be known that this is fate of those who apose me!"
"Sir," a messenger runs through the door.
"What is it." The Overlord turns from the gory spectical.
"The boats have returned to get more suplies and settlers. Teritory 19 is ours!"
"Exelent."
"Also, a few nations have responded by claiming territory of their own and others have declaired an allience called CAIN."
"Well, then," The Overlord quietly muses, "We'll need to take counter-mesures to ensure our safety."
"They claim that CAIN is defensive."
"That's like defensive urainium, it may start that way, but soon entire nation are disapearing in giant flashes of green light."
The messenger leaves the room to prepare the troop...

ooc: At least he would, if the troops knew what time period they're in. For the sake of avoiding extensive godmoding, lets do this in a time period we know about. And let's decide soon.

The Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated wouild like to proudly announce that due to our iability to colonize territory 5, went in search of another province of which to cliam, and we have succesfully managed to send our navy, along with 1/3 of our population and army, into uncharted territory #15. Our woodchips are already being exported, and our dreges are already locating oil. We realize that this territory is almost as far away from our homeland as seemingly possibly, but the different types of fermentable grain here are ASTOUNDING!
Thank you.
-Le Maitre Irve

The Nomadic Peoples of West Tisbury wish to post some public figures about their military. Other figures may remain classified at this time.

Active Military: 8,500
4,250 combat
4,250 support

Reserves: 25,500
8,500 combat
17,000 reserves

IC-

High Chief Salías sat in his cottage, deep in the woods of West Tisbury. A fire crackled at his feet, playing shadows and light across Salías's face. Smoke billowed out of his pipe as he puffed, contemplating. The nomads of West Tisbury were a scattered people, unified almost solely by their land, language, and people. Loose correspondence was kept between the tribes, inside West Tisbury's bounds and out.

At that moment, nations around were beginning to branch out - annexing free lands, forming strong alliances, delivering trade goods. Salías scowled as he thought of how his nomads had been threatened by neighboring lands.

Although weapons were kept at nearly every camp throughout West Tisbury's forested hills, rallying the tribes into a force capable of branching out across new lands would be difficult.

Salías's thoughts were fractured when a messenger entered his room. "CAIN has sent word, m'lord."

Salías extended a waiting hand, and took the telegram. The messenger left, back to what ever he was doing. The Chief puffed idly on his pipe as he read. It seemed well, although it could have always been better.

"Frith!" he called out to his second. The man appeared in the doorway moments later. "Send word to Kelth's tribe, requesting them to gather an expeditionary force. Send them for Sector 5. Grun Holz may not welcome them, so tell them to be careful, in-cogneto. Tell them to use their fishing boats if they need to."

"Sure thing," Frith replied with a nod, backing out of the door from which he came.

"Frith!" Salías called again.

"Yes?" the second replied, returning to the door.

"Send CAIN our gratitude."

I AM DR THRAX OF THE TALIBOBANIAN NATION! I WISH TO FIND HOW MUCH I HAVE TO SPEND ON DEFENCE AND MY MILITARY BUDGET. HOW DO I DO THIS?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
:twisted:

Use swords. They are cool.

Emperor Magus Osangi Kenshin kneels quietly in-front of his alter of Azaku. He contemplates the growing of other nations and sees ways as to better gain from this world. "Jubei" He whispers.

A screen slides open quietly and a skinny man dressed in all black is seen kneeling. "You have called my Emperor" Jubei says.

"Please leave the formalities for the public. We have been friends for to long for that."

"As you wish Magus"

"I wish for you to travel this Region of Marthas Vineyard, and speak to leaders of all nations. I want you to ask each if they will allow us to put a delagate within their nation as to give them access to our assassins and to bring some form of alliances between us all. I want you to take the most trusted men with you and travel quickly."

"Yes Magus I will return 7 days from today." Jubei bows his head and slides the screen shut.

Magus Laughs quietly to himself as he sees his plans slowly starting to form. " soon all will know the might of Butunishi." He then picks up his katana and slides it into his sash. striding purposly from the Alter Room.

OOC: Ok for the sake of godmodding for the others that are new to this stuff. You didnt hear any of that conversation so you cant use it to say no or yes to my people you must play on how your nation would act. Have fun.

ic: The Storm has come. The GrunHolz and the New Storm herby do declare co-ownership of region #5, Forever will we grow and prosper under the rain which falls on our lands. All those who dare test our strength will fear the wrath of many. The Secret Alliance is forming just over your hills, do you dare to enter the land of a god? Soon all will fear the alliance, this is a initial warning, do not enter region 5... or you will fall.

-The Weather God,
Storm

As doctor thrax sits in his undergound lair contemplating the meeting with Butunish, he comes to the ultimate conclusion that this meeting will not be one that he will attend he has other business with the nation of grun holz. he hopes the people of Butunish will not be offended by his absence. the time is late and he drinks his warm milk and goes to sleep

Use swords. They are cool.

Damn I'm still the only one for Enlightenment. Man we need some good Medeval RPs, they can really be great.

OOC:
Just a little bit of clarifying to do. First off, you can disregard the numbers on the territories now. They're just there for reference. This means that your settlement may not particulary take up the whole thing. Mind you, colonization is a lengthy process. Assuming that one real day = one year, it couldtake two to 5 years to completely colonize the region. So, assume you all have one decent sized settlement, or several scattered ones at this point. Telegram me with what you think would be reasonable, and i will adjust the map accordingly. Also, this goes towards you Jon, we don't have armies until we know what time period it is. Just send colonists and supplies.

-Stu

Minister Eurich sat before the Chancellor's desk.

"Essentially, we're locked in by our borders. If we want to expand, we must negotiate a right of passage with one of our neighbors."

"Very well," replied Chancellor von Stuben, "How are relations with Butunishi and West Tisbury?"

"I'll be attending the ritual slaughter of Hinorei No Azaku, in Butunishi tomorrow. I'll approach the Emperor's men about sending an ambasador, mabye even building an embasy. As for West Tisbury, they've appealed to CAIN for support. The feel threatened by their neighbors, apparently. Also, there appears to be an up-island alliance in the works, but we've recieved no details as of yet."

"Send an envoy to West Tisbury, and assure them of peaceful relationships. Remember, we can't commit to anything with out the approval of the other CAIN memebers. As for this alliance, make sure to keep relations respectful. We don't want to make enemies. After all, CAIN is strictly defensive in nature."

Suddenly, the door swung open, and in barged Franz Echenbach, Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.

"Chancellor! The nation of Elza Prime has just collapsed! A popular revolution ousted the government, and the whole nation has plunged into anarchy!"

"Good Lord, the entire region? Other nations will be on that like Tiny Tim on a Christmas ham!" remarked the Chancellor. "Minister Eurich, get me The People's Republic of Social Inadequacy on the phone NOW!"

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-Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten
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OOC- I think colonizing an area would take a little longer. There are natives to supress, forts to be built, and it's a large area, even though it is Martha's Vineyard. The way I see it, is it's been enlarged to fit the size of our nations. I mean, when was the last time you saw 8 million people along lambert's cove? :p Anyways, I'm just saying give people a chance to react. I mean, hell, how much time past between the settling of Jamestown, construction of the colony, and the Pilgrims? These things don't happen over night, even if it is in modern times.

As Salías was fiercely rubbing his shirt against his wash-board, a beaten-up pick up skid to a halt outside of his window, honking his horn.

"Elza Prime just fell!" the driver shouted. "Also, Chief Kelth recieved word not long ago from Grun Holz, and made a small treaty."

Salías waved at the driver, and the truck, grinding its gears fiercely as it went, drove off back to its farm. "Frith!" Salías shouted, calling his aid.

"Yeah?" he heard him shout from across the yard between ax-falls. It was cold, and the stove needed wood.

"A change of course. Send forces east and south east to Elza's old territory. We need to situate camps there, before the other countries move in."

"Sure," Frith replied, dropping his ax and trotting off to the communication relay shack.

As Salías was fiercely rubbing his shirt against his wash-board, a beaten-up pick up skid to a halt outside of his window, honking his horn.

"Elza Prime just fell!" the driver shouted. "Also, Chief Kelth recieved word not long ago from Grun Holz, and made a small treaty."

Salías waved at the driver, and the truck, grinding its gears fiercely as it went, drove off back to its farm. "Frith!" Salías shouted, calling his aid.

"Yeah?" he heard him shout from across the yard between ax-falls. It was cold, and the stove needed wood.

"A change of course. Send forces east and south east to Elza's old territory. We need to situate camps there, before the other countries move in."

"Sure," Frith replied, dropping his ax and trotting off to the communication relay shack.

As Salías was fiercely rubbing his shirt against his wash-board, a beaten-up pick up skid to a halt outside of his window, honking his horn.

"Elza Prime just fell!" the driver shouted. "Also, Chief Kelth recieved word not long ago from Grun Holz, and made a small treaty."

Salías waved at the driver, and the truck, grinding its gears fiercely as it went, drove off back to its farm. "Frith!" Salías shouted, calling his aid.

"Yeah?" he heard him shout from across the yard between ax-falls. It was cold, and the stove needed wood.

"A change of course. Send forces east and south east to Elza's old territory. We need to situate camps there, before the other countries move in."

"Sure," Frith replied, dropping his ax and trotting off to the communication relay shack.

The Overlord sits, druming his fingers on his throne. At last the messenger runs in.
"Sir, telegram." He hands the Overlord a piece of paper.
"Anything else?"
"No, sir" The Overlord reads the paper to himself.
"Send them the money."
"Can we trust them, sir."
"I'm going to his little shindig tomorrow, I can pick them up then. And besides," He smiles slightly, "Their honor is one of the resons I'm so interested in them."
"There is one more thing," The messenger adds.
"What?"
"The other nations agree."
"Perfect! Make the anoucement."
"Yes, sir." The messenger leaves.

ATTENTION:
The Dictatorship of The Dark Nexus, The Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande, and The Dictatorship of The Unduly Inebriated are forming the Triple Alliance in order to defend our newly aquired territories.

"Hey, Salías?" Frith said, peeking his head in the doorway.

"Yeah?" the Chief replied, looking over the brim of his book.

"You've got some mail here from..." Frith trailed off, studying the telegram carefully, trying to figure out how to pronounce the names. "Some guy. Some sort of festival, with slaughtering and stuff like that. I hear everybody's going."

"Psh," Salías scoffed, chuckling slightly to himself, and jotted down a reply mail. "With everything going on here, what with Elza collapsing, and Grun Holz acting all angry-like over that North territory, I have a feeling things are gonna go down hill."

Frith took the note that was handed to him and nodded. "Yeah, no kidding. I guess I should probably clean out that old twelve-gauge, huh?"

"Yeah," Salías replied with a laugh.

Hallo, this is High Admiral Goeckel with my info on my armed forces.

As of right now I have a force of 600,000 in my combined forces.

Army=400,000
Active=200,000
Support=200,000
Reseves=Anyone I want to send in.

Navy=100,000
Active=30,000
Support=70,000

Air Force=100,000
Active=30,000
Support=70,000

As you can see my Army is quite large, just like the Russians were in WW2.

And if your wondering 600,000 is 5% of my total population, and as for my reserves? I'll send in ANYONE if it comes down to it.

a runner runs in to the offace of pers. Field Marhsal MacMullen

"sir Elza Prime has falling into anarchy."
" my God "
"also Chancellor von stuben sent this" hands him a telegram
"get me the chancellor on the phoen and schedule me to meet with congrass and schedule a TV Aousment."


TV's in nacnudia all have gone on, Field Marshal MacMullen is on the sceen

" poeple of nacnudia as you have been infored the state of elze prime has falling in to chaos, now what do we have to do with this state on the far side of the region you ask? we have to make such actions in our cuntry so it does not happen in ours and also millitary billed up in other states have consurend me and other mebers of my cabit. to this I ansred we sall not fall with out a fight and all who step in our sovern land in hate and greed shall wish that they never heard the name of NACNUDIA!"
" Now to do this we have to gear owr self for prokaction form owr enameys. I ask all men not in the millitary now to go to there local home gard centers and learnd what they can do if the worsts should happens. Now I'm not saying we are starting any thing. but we must be warry wachs for the unusal."
"this has been and public Aousment by your loved leader Pres. Field Marhsal MacMullen" says the TV anousher Nancy Lova

Back in Pres. Field Marhsal MacMullen offace
"did we hear from the others Nations in CAIN" ask MacMullen
"yes we did you are the charman for now" says secretary of Foreign Affairs james Simth

"good, what have you heard from the chancellor von stuben on the matter of west tisbury. \
"gust what you talk to him a bout." says the secretary
"Ok, well its late I'm going to up stars good night"
"good night sir"

-Pres. Field Marhal MacMullen
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The Drunken Master sat behind his extravagant oak desk, slowly sipping an aged bottle of Scotch. It was good. Good like a fine scotch. At this moment, a young messanger stumbled in wildly, bellowing, "Sssssirrr! The na-hic-tion of Elza Prime has recently collapsed!" The Drunken Master suddenly staigtened out, arching his back in ways he never knew possible. He stared solemnly at the young Seargant and exlaimed, "My God...you're blind stinking drunk! Put yourself in for a commendation. Now whats this about this so-called elza prime?"
The young seargant looked at his and replied"...I don't know. All I know is that I recieved a telegram from Chancellor Von Stuben of Kampenwhatsit saying 'alert your leader that Elza Prime has collapsed', and so I did. Personally I don't know what it means."
The D.M. stared quizically at the young man for a moment, then leaned back into his chair as he shrugged ghis shoulders nonchalantly, with a muttered 'Meh'. As he sent the boy home, he resumed sipping his scotch.

The Overlord stands in his throne room, staring though the large window at the round, golden moon.
"So, Elza Prime has colasped, opening up a huge portion of land to be concured... Allready people are making plans to claim it." He smiles to himself. "The board is set and the pieces are moving... let the games begin!"

By the order of High Admiral of Anwendenzustande, I declare that the lands west of Edg. Great Pond shall be mine, and any army standing in my way shall fall under the might of my Armed Forces.

On a further note, i have come to the conclusion that in order to fully protect me, I hereby order a wall on the northern border to be erected in order to safeguard me from The Confederacy in case of an attack. I have also put my border guards on high alert, so any nation wishing to transpor goods shall tell me ahead of time in order to NOT create an international incident involving a war.

And I will also state that my Armed Forces will help anybody in need of some extra personal, for a fee of course.

-High Admiral Goeckel

Very well, my dearest High Admiral, but be aware that my people have spent the last two years colonizing the land to the southeast of the People's Republic of Social Inadequacy (this is the land containing the small stip of The south beach), between your land and Social Inadequacy. If you wish to transport goods trough there, please inform me, for I've placed my soberest guards on duty there to ensure our claim to land will not be revoked.
Le Maitre Irve

Let it also be known that we the people of The Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated would like to offer alliances to anyone who would like to join us. We are by nature too drunk to be on offensive to any other party, and we shall only put out a call to arms if we deem it necessary to ensure our prevalation in conflict.
Le Maitre Irve

To all the drunkards on the sourthern part of the island, If you let me have the new #1 then I shall protect you with my massive Army. If you do this then you will have my support for free and I will join your allience.

-High Admiral Goeckel

As Dr. Thrax sits at a table with the ambasador from Grun Holz, Tri Townia, The new storm, and Hempania, a decision is made. The time is now for the world to know the Tri-Town Alliance. Our nations are bound by an age old friendship started by the original setelers of this land. Let the Up-island Region of this great land be free. Free of dictatorship, Free of a 12 O'clock cerfiew, and free of those who "narc the sceen!

As the 3 day celibration of the newly created alliance begins. The Grun Holzian Ale pours freely from the kegs or liberty and fun is had by all.

As Dr. Thrax sits at a table with the ambasador from Grun Holz, Tri Townia, The new storm, and Hempania, a decision is made. The time is now for the world to know the Tri-Town Alliance. Our nations are bound by an age old friendship started by the original setelers of this land. Let the Up-island Region of this great land be free. Free of dictatorship, Free of a 12 O'clock cerfiew, and free of those who "narc the sceen!

As the 3 day celibration of the newly created alliance begins. The Grun Holzian Ale pours freely from the kegs of liberty and fun is had by all.

As Dr. Thrax sits at a table with the ambasador from Grun Holz, Tri Townia, The new storm, and Hempania, a decision is made. The time is now for the world to know the Tri-Town Alliance. Our nations are bound by an age old friendship started by the original setelers of this land. Let the Up-island Region of this great land be free. Free of dictatorship, Free of a 12 O'clock cerfiew, and free of those who "narc the sceen!

As the 3 day celibration of the newly created alliance begins. The Grun Holzian Ale pours freely from the kegs of liberty and fun is had by all.

As Dr. Thrax sits at a table with the ambasador from Grun Holz, Tri Townia, The new storm, and Hempania, a decision is made. The time is now for the world to know the Tri-Town Alliance. Our nations are bound by an age old friendship started by the original setelers of this land. Let the Up-island Region of this great land be free. Free of dictatorship, Free of a 12 O'clock cerfiew, and free of those who "narc the sceen!

As the 3 day celibration of the newly created alliance begins. The Grun Holzian Ale pours freely from the kegs of liberty and fun is had by all.

OOC- Geez, you all must have some rage pent up somewhere...

Here are some examples of good diplomacy:

We plan on colonizing area A. If other entities have similar interests, we are sure an agreement can be reached.

The above is reasonable and un-threatening. That is how you make friends.

Bad Example:

We're going to conquer this shit hole, and we're going to lay waste to any fucker who gets in our way.

This is unreasonable, no matter how confident in your forces you are. This is how you make enemies. Right now, those troops your sending in to lay waste the that "fucker" that got in your way just seem like numbers, cause that's all they really are. However, in roleplaying, you should take things from a realistic viewpoint. War is not something any nation wants. They're costly, and just generally bad publicity. People die, money is lost.

So folks, just cause it's getting really old hear "You touch that land and I'll blow your head off" is getting really old, rething your public service announcements. This is all for your own good.

OOC- Geez, you all must have some rage pent up somewhere...

Here are some examples of good diplomacy:

We plan on colonizing area A. If other entities have similar interests, we are sure an agreement can be reached.

The above is reasonable and un-threatening. That is how you make friends.

Bad Example:

We're going to conquer this shit hole, and we're going to lay waste to any fucker who gets in our way.

This is unreasonable, no matter how confident in your forces you are. This is how you make enemies. Right now, those troops your sending in to lay waste the that "fucker" that got in your way just seem like numbers, cause that's all they really are. However, in roleplaying, you should take things from a realistic viewpoint. War is not something any nation wants. They're costly, and just generally bad publicity. People die, money is lost.

So folks, just cause it's getting really old hear "You touch that land and I'll blow your head off" is getting really old, rething your public service announcements. This is all for your own good.

My Dearest High Adrmiral-
I a regret to inform you that my people shall not relinquish the land they fought so hard to obtain. Whatever your desicion, be it war or not, I hope that we can remain civil. Be it know that if it should come to war, I have several allies who I trust would come to my aid.
Respectfully,
Le Maitre Irve

My Dearest High Adrmiral-
I a regret to inform you that my people shall not relinquish the land they fought so hard to obtain. Whatever your desicion, be it war or not, I hope that we can remain civil. Be it know that if it should come to war, I have several allies who I trust would come to my aid.
Respectfully,
Le Maitre Irve

My Dearest High Adrmiral-
I a regret to inform you that my people shall not relinquish the land they fought so hard to obtain. Whatever your desicion, be it war or not, I hope that we can remain civil. Be it know that if it should come to war, I have several allies who I trust would come to my aid.
Respectfully,
Le Maitre Irve

I have heard word that the drunkards have been trying to settle the lands west of me, well to tell you frankly, I still wish to gain these lands, and if I am given these lands, than all agressions towards nations shall be temporaly halted, but if no land is to be given, i'm sorry to say that the drunkards shall have to fall or join me in the area.

-High Admiral Goeckel

Who will help you? Stu? All he wants is the same lands but just north of me? Besides....who can trust a nation of drunkards?

-High Admiral Goeckel

My dearest High Admiral-
It is with great regret that I say 'nay' to your proposal. If it is to be war between us, then so be it, but I am hoping that it will not lead to that. With that I must bid good day to you, sir.
Le Maitre Irve.
May it also be noted that we do not appreciate being labelled as Drunkards. We are inebriates.

My dearest High Admiral-
It is with great regret that I say 'nay' to your proposal. If it is to be war between us, then so be it, but I am hoping that it will not lead to that. With that I must bid good day to you, sir.
Le Maitre Irve.
May it also be noted that we do not appreciate being labelled as Drunkards. We are inebriates.

My dearest High Admiral-
It is with great regret that I say 'nay' to your proposal. If it is to be war between us, then so be it, but I am hoping that it will not lead to that. With that I must bid good day to you, sir.
Le Maitre Irve.
May it also be noted that we do not appreciate being labelled as Drunkards. We are inebriates.

To the nation of drunkards, please relize that your nation is all the way across the island, and it would be hopeless to send troops because you would have to travel the whole island in order to get there, while I am right next to it. By the time you arrive your troops will be tired and hungry, while I myself will already have it under my control and will have ample time to set up a defense fortification. And since it's just a simple colony, it won't be too hard for my Armed Forces to take control of. Let this just be a warning, that if troops are sent, they will be tired and i'll already be on the defensive.

-High Admiral Goeckel

[quote="who can trust a nation of drunkards?

-High Admiral Goeckel[/quote]

High admiral, how DARE you question our ethics. We may be inebriated, but it is proven that we are less candid when we are so. I'm sorry that it had to come to this. Consider the Triple Axis now merely the Co-Axis. Good evening.

The Colony of Inebriates shall remain ours, and nothing will ever take it from us, pending the slaughter of everyone there. We'll fight with every last ounce of booze in our bloodstream.

Dr Thrax calls his Ambasidor, Mohomad.
Mohomad, our world lays on the brink of war. This normally wouldnt bother me, but there is one unsettleing issue that plagues my every thought. What of Gilraen? The titanic nation lies just to our east, and could consume half the nations in the world in due time. For the sake of our people, and the world send this message to the leaders of our allies, the leaders of CAIN and the leaders of the rest of the nations.

Gentlemen, Leaders, When the time comes, and the Giant that is Gilraen awakens from its non-agressive slumber i request a world wide alliance to rid the world of this menace. It is only time untill your territories in the recently disbanded elza prime are under attack from this mammoth. with the help of all our efforts combined, i know that we can defeat Gilraen with minimal effort, as well as leaving our gaurd up in case someone decides to break the pact.
I trust you gentlemen will make the right decision, and all will be right in the world
Your diplomatic pall, Dr. Thrax

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cancelour von stuben! i was interested in your photo it looks nice, i would like my photo posted under all of my messages. How would i go about doing this?

To the nation of UNdrunkards, if you are trully leaving the alliance and not proclaiming those lands mine, then it shall fall under my military might.

THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!

-High Admiral Goeckel

To the Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande-
We have tried to settle this diplomatically, but to no avail. We have tried simply vetoing your offer, and it has still not worked. All we can say is this: 1/3 of my military is on its way via Air. They'll be there in a matter of time. If it is war you indeed want, the it is WAR...YOU...SHALL...HAVE!!!

OOC- It hasn't even been two days... Holy hell...

OOC: yeah i know. i didn't want it to happen but....

OOC:
its getting late, i should've been asleep an hour ago. Geck, we'll finish this tomorrow. G'night guys.

Talibobanias Millitary Forces

150,000 Active Forces split into
30,000 Terrorist Cell Network (in Process)
70,000 support
50,000 Combat

110,000 Reservists
10,000 Terrorist Cell Network (in process)
50,000 Combat
50,000 support

200,000 Air force
(125,000 Combat)
50,000 Jets
50,000 Choppers
25,000 Stealth Recon
(75,000 support)

Magus walks through one of his many cherry blossom tree gardens. He breathes in deeply as he thinks of what actions to take next.

"Emperor Magus, My lord I have news," Tanary runs up breathing heavily.

"It better be Important" Magus eyes Tanary quietly

"It seems that many nations are moving to colonize new places and some nations are already at each other necks."

"Good very good. It seems we can use this to our advantage. quickly send a telegram to the 2 neations at disrest with each other and keep me posted on their responses."

Tanary bows "yes Emperor I will, also it seems that the Dark Nexus has sent us 1000 bloodstones for our shipment of blood for them."

"Yes I remember them, send them some blood from the festival tommorrow" Magus waves his hand "I wish to be alone"

Tanary bows quickly and scurries away. Magus Looks around him and smiles to himself then turns and heads inside to do some work and plan for the festival.

Chancellor von Stuben sat pensively at his desk. The People's Republic of Social Inadequacy had not responded. However, suveyors had determined that Kampfenstaaten did, infact have a minute border with region 2. The Chancellor had ordered the first of 10,000 colonists to the area, to estabish the city of Kurt.

Dispite this good news, the moment weighed heavily on the Chancellor's shoulders. Already, the region looked ready to plunge into war. In the east, Anwendenzustande had made militant claims on regions 1 and 2. In the west, The Nomadic People's of West Tisbury was in fear of its very existence, and the New Tri-Town Alliance had formed, even as the Triple Axis began to crumble.

Foreign Minister Eurich walked in. "Well, I'm off to Buntunishi."

"Why is it that our nation seems drawn into a cataclymic conflict? Why are so many blinded by greed?" pondered the Chancellor.

"If only we could all sit down and talk things out..." offered Eurich.

"That's it!" exclaimed Chancellor von Stuben. "What we need to do is have everyone sit down and talk things out!"

"What are you proposing?" Asked the confused Foreign Minister.

"Have Echenbach contact all the other leaders! Tell them to send a representative to our capital, Stuttgart, immediately. Tonight we will have an international summit!"

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-Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten
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As the doors swung open, the Master looked up from his map, strewn with empy bottles. Admiral Terte' moved briskly into the room, reaching the Master's desk after an unnecessarily lengthy walk down the huge and extravagant Hall.
"My Liege, I come bearing news."
"Yes, Admiral, what is it?" There was an unusual air of exitement in his voice, and the admiral couldn't tell wether it was fear or just the Jack Daniels.
"Sir, our men have reached the New Colony. They're presently on their way to the primary encampment."
"Very good, Admiral."
"Sir, I'm not sure that you understand the severity of the situation."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, sir, the Armed Republic to the east have posted an unorthodox number of Border guards, and I feel that they mean to invade our new land."
"Well, then...this changes things. I shall contact Chancellor Von Stuben and request aid from CAIN should it some to battle, but until then...we can only do oe thing..."
"What's that, sir?"
He looked at the admiral with the one thing the young man had never seen in his leaders eyes befor: genuine fear. He said, in a hushed timbre,
"...Pray."

To all of those nation willing to listen:
As I am no doubt you are aware, it seems that my nation is on the brink of war with our former ally, the Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande. I call to all willing nations for aid.
Who will help us?

The Master sat figdeting at his desk. he had been in personal trumoil for some time now, pondering the question of what alliances to form. He had mae a decision, and was going to inform the rest of the nations in the area of the Vineyard. He called in his messenger and handed him a telegram that he was to send to all nations of the Vineyard. It read:


-To All Nations of Martha's Vineyard-

We, the people of the Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated, hereby secede from the so called Triple Axis. Any allaince that would immediately attack its fellow members over a colonized territory is not something that we wish to be a part of. It is for this reason that we appeal to the Conservative Alliance of Island Nations. We also request that if this conflict should unfortunately lead to war, that all nations with willing and able men come to our aid.

To my former allies in the Dictatorship of the Dark Nexus, I'm sorry for the inconvenience of departing from your Axis, but I feel that it must be done. I hope that our differences in alliances shant come between us.

To my former ally the Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande, we shall die before we allow you to take from us what we have strived for. If it comes to war, then so be it.

To all nations surrounding the area in conflict, We apologize for any destruction that may occur during our fighting. Just remember that we sought a diplomatic resolution to this conflict.

Our deepest apologies again,
-Le Maitre Irve,
Drunken Master of
The Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated


As the messenger left the room, the Master took up his bottle of gin and drank deeply. He was thankful for its warm taste in his gullet, the only seemingly good thing going on in his world within these last few days. He slowly sank back in his chair and closed his eyes...

As Dr. Thrax wakes up from the three day ceibration of the new tri town alliance. he spies a group of papers sitting on his desk. Reports are in from his cells arround the globe. he shuffles through them. Nothing, nothing, garbage, then one catches his eye. The Butunishi have been involved with some interesting indevours. Selling ninja blood? why would they sell ninja blood to, OMG
Dr. Thrax leaves immediatly telling his servents to start the convoy. Hes going to the Dark Nexus

Field Marhsal MacMullen sit at his dest a great weight on his shoulders
a runner rushis in to his offaces

"sir, the votes have come in. it unanonous he is in"

"send the telegarm I propard earyer, and send it now"
"I will be atending the international peace summit presonlay get the plane ready i will leveing soon"

"Yes sir." the runner leavesd

Foreign Minister simth walks in

"sir are we going to still asks the nation in quston if they will take our offer"

"yes we are i going to send the telegarm befor I leve. Now I want some peace and quiet I need time to thing."


Acting Charman of CAIN

Field Marhshal MacMullen Pres. of Nacnudia
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_army_ revised
150,000 Active Forces split into
30,000 Terrorist Cell Network (in Process)
70,000 support
50,000 Combat

110,000 Reservists
10,000 Terrorist Cell Network (in process)
50,000 Combat
50,000 support

85,000 misc.
25,000 eliet gaurds
50,000 balistic missle matinance
10,000 hassasins

Self proclaimed Dictator for life Benin Samoht impatiently drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting for his guards to clean up the bloody mess is former secretary of war had left behind him. Suddenly the doors burst open as a distraught man in a frazled buisness suit rushed in.

"My liege," Undersecretary Zelly panted, "You call-HOLY SHIT!!!"

"I see you've met your predecessor, Davik" Benin replied, indicating the continous cleaning project which took up the center of the room. "I need you to continue where he left off as my secretary of war, but be it known the price of incompetence."

"Yes my liege."

"Undoubtedly you've heard to some extent about the problems the main island was having with their diplomacy."

"Yes my liege, the leaders there seem to be overconfident and very incompetent in the true workings of battle."

"That is exactly why I have called you here, your predecessor was zealous in becoming a neutral Switzerland, so to speak, I didn't like that Idea much myself, but he just had to have the last word, his last word in fact."

"how can respond to this threat? Under the former secretary we have vitually no active military to defend our sacred island."

"Not true my young friend, have you heard of the Pure project?" Benin asked, opening his desk drawer and removing a small remote.

"Only vaguely, a myth told to me by my father when I didn't eat my Broccoli."

"Yeah, that's the underlying principal in why you were orphaned at age ten. Anyways the Pure project is a very real thing, Tomorrow we plan on revealing it to the world, but now I require your undivided attention on the wall at your right." He said as he pushed the button on his remote. Secretary Davik Zelly gasped as the wall opened up revealing the blueprint of the Pure project...

Self proclaimed Dictator for life Benin Samoht impatiently drummed his fingers on the desk, waiting for his guards to clean up the bloody mess is former secretary of war had left behind him. Suddenly the doors burst open as a distraught man in a frazled buisness suit rushed in.

"My liege," Undersecretary Zelly panted, "You call-HOLY SHIT!!!"

"I see you've met your predecessor, Davik" Benin replied, indicating the continous cleaning project which took up the center of the room. "I need you to continue where he left off as my secretary of war, but be it known the price of incompetence."

"Yes my liege."

"Undoubtedly you've heard to some extent about the problems the main island was having with their diplomacy."

"Yes my liege, the leaders there seem to be overconfident and very incompetent in the true workings of battle."

"That is exactly why I have called you here, your predecessor was zealous in becoming a neutral Switzerland, so to speak, I didn't like that Idea much myself, but he just had to have the last word, his last word in fact."

"how can respond to this threat? Under the former secretary we have vitually no active military to defend our sacred island."

"Not true my young friend, have you heard of the Pure project?" Benin asked, opening his desk drawer and removing a small remote.

"Only vaguely, a myth told to me by my father when I didn't eat my Broccoli."

"Yeah, that's the underlying principal in why you were orphaned at age ten. Anyways the Pure project is a very real thing, Tomorrow we plan on revealing it to the world, but now I require your undivided attention on the wall at your right." He said as he pushed the button on his remote. Secretary Davik Zelly gasped as the wall opened up revealing the blueprint of the Pure project...

Benin Samoht bushed another button on the desk. "Ms Finkle, get me Magus"

My dearst High Admiral-
In a last ditch effort to aviod war, I offer this proposal:
I will sell you two thirds of my land which you wish to claim for the fee of
$3.5 billion dollars and 3% of your munitions.
Hopefuly you will find these terms reasonable ad fair and we could avoid any more conflict.
-Le Maitre Irve
The Drunken Master

My dearst High Admiral-
In a last ditch effort to aviod war, I offer this proposal:
I will sell you two thirds of my land which you wish to claim for the fee of
$3.5 billion dollars and 3% of your munitions.
Hopefuly you will find these terms reasonable ad fair and we could avoid any more conflict.
-Le Maitre Irve
The Drunken Master

OOC: this is actually my own post...the Mac at school must have been logged in as this so-called "Gilraen". Sorry for any confusion.
-Fats

My dearst High Admiral-
In a last ditch effort to aviod war, I offer this proposal:
I will sell you two thirds of my land which you wish to claim for the fee of
$3.5 billion dollars and 3% of your munitions.
Hopefuly you will find these terms reasonable ad fair and we could avoid any more conflict.
-Le Maitre Irve
The Drunken Master

OOC: this is actually my own post...the Mac at school must have been logged in as this so-called "Gilraen". Sorry for any confusion.
-Fats

My dearst High Admiral-
In a last ditch effort to aviod war, I offer this proposal:
I will sell you two thirds of my land which you wish to claim for the fee of
$3.5 billion dollars and 3% of your munitions.
Hopefuly you will find these terms reasonable ad fair and we could avoid any more conflict.
-Le Maitre Irve
The Drunken Master

OOC: this is actually my own post...the Mac at school must have been logged in as this so-called "Gilraen". Sorry for any confusion.
-Fats

The Overlord walks into his concile room. A meesenger runs up.
"Sir, war is brewing."
"Already? Wow, that took almost as long as one of J-Lo's mariges. Have the rest of the Triple Axis formed an opinion on fighting in it?"
"Actually sir..." The messenger hands over a paper. The Overlord reads it for a moment.
"GREAT CREATER OF ALL THINGS ATHEIST!" The Overlord stares, his allience was gone. He read the details and one thing caught his eye. His eyes narrowed, "Anwendenzustande."
"There's going to be a peace sumit, sir, should I-"
"No, I am attending the Bushito festival, and I'm already late."
"Who will go to the sumit?"
"Send my general."
"Surly you don't mean-"
"Yes, that one."

Very well,unebrateds, I will accept your proposel we talked about earlier, and will give you 21,000 munitions which is the proposed 3% that you wanted, and know that when you have no-mans land I shall govern your section as mine as we have promised.
And as a further note, I have sent in a small scouting party to the largest Elizabeth islands and once thier aloud to be settled then you have all heard that i'm claiming it MINE!
And one more thing, to all nations out there, please be aware that CAIN is now a super alliance and any conflict against them whould mean utter desturuction to us all for they are getting too powerful.

-High Admiral Goeckel

ATTENTION:
If it has not already apearent, I, Overlord of The Dark Nexus, am severing all ties to the backstabing nation of Anwendenzustande. I hope however, that our relations with The Unduly Inebriated can be salvaged. I do not feel safe allied to a nation that wages war with an ally over a scrap of land. I advise all other nations to remain wary of Anwendenzustande.

Dark Nexus, I can now see that even you are too afriad to keep this alliance, if you truely wish to give up and join with an alliance that's too powerful, then go, but be warned. They may seem good right now, but look at the numbers.....they all have a huge right wing government thats solely built on militerism and will not allow ANYONE to oppose them because they belive that they can take this island together and form a huge republican government, while you will just be thier puppet. I won't stand for this. If you see the light of this and try to come back, I may not be as generous.

-High Admiral Goeckel

OOC: i guess my post i made last night was posted as a new topic not a posted reply. woops. the topic that i meant to post on this page is now a whole new topic. whatever.
-kevin

IC:
GNN (GrunHolz National News) announcement: clansmen and druids of the GrunHolz Order, in a unanimous decision agreed to pull out our settlements from #5. The Government wishes the Republic of Viequenseland to have that nation.

Prime Minsiter Hauptmann: The Fiefdom would like to annouce that all our colonization efforts are being redirected in the colonization of #9. After negotiations with West Tisbury have been reached, and GrunHolz has swore to leave the lands of 7 and 8 alone. We will carry through in this. In my post last night i detailed the new settlement, but i dont want to write all that again.
-so, I would like to say that our two initial settlements are growing in number as clansmen and women are migrating down from the heavily populated south half of GrunHolz. roads and supply routes are being build as we speak and small outposts have been errected in the central and north regions of 9 to ward off rioting anarchists mobs of the ex-nation ELza Prime. The druids believe the population of #9 are ready to embrace a better way of life.

I would also like to state that in light of the conflict between other nations of the island, GrunHolz is forming the TRI-TOWN ALLIANCE of Up-Island Nations (TAUN). secretly members of the governments of GrunHolz, Hempania, New Storm, Tri-Townia, Talibobania and Viequenseland have been negotiating. we want to keep it chill up island, and we dont want crazy war-mongers. we not joining together in hopes of island dominations like others we see springing up, we want to forge a New Order of Peace and Prosperity.

-Prime Minister Detlef L. Hauptmann

The Overlord sits in his throne listening to his messenger's briefing.
"Ha ha! He tells me to fear? Tell me, which is worse: a backstabing warmonger nation or a right-wing allience? ...Wait, don't answer that. Have recived the samples from Butunishi yet?"
"No, sir. About our new colonies, sir-"
"Ah, yes, how are they doing?"
"We're being fearcely resisted by the natives and have sent 200 troops for defence."
"These natives, are they strong as well as determined?"
"Yes, sir."
"Hmmm, I wonder... Could you have them send back-"
"Ten vials, sir?"
"Yes, ten vials."

Somewhere in Talibobania a family gathers round the telivision to watch their favorite racist sitcom. when all of a sudden

DOD OD ODODODODOODOD
TalibNN: special report
Earlyer today the leader of talibobanis Dr. Thrax recieved an invitation to an island wide-summit for peace. The peace talks will take place tonight and high hopes are held in everyones hearts. With the numerous threats of war island wide one only hopes that the talks will go smothely and successfully.

as Dr. Thrax gets ready to leave for the summit he can only think
Will there ever be true peace in this land?

You think I am war-mongering? I'm only trying to protect the lands which I have so rightfully owned before he tried to move in without notifiying anyone. Before we all had a chance to colonize Kampfemstaaten did reconizse that is was to be my land.
If ANY nation so dares to enter my land, I will be forced to use unconventional warfare to get them to leave, including chemical & biological warfare.

-High Admiral Goeckel

"Shinra, Shinra where are you" Magus yells

A strinking balck haired, black eyed women walks into the room then.
"Yes Brother you called?" Shinra replies.

"Yes, where have you been."

"well I was overseeing the festival as you ordered me..."

"Well stop let Someone else do it I wish for you to attend the peace talks in Stuttgart and find out what is happeneing to this region."

"Yes brother I will go and return within due time with their decision." Shinra turns and strides from the room.

"Oh and Shinra one last thing" magus says
She stops without turning around "What?"
'Thank You" Magus replies She nods her head and leaves leaving Magus to himself.

"...Very well, High Admiral. Again, I'm glad we could reach this agreement....Yes...Well, hopefully it won't come to that, but if it does, we shall see what unfolds. ...Yes... Good night."
The Master sighed with heavy relief when he hung up the phone. He thanked God that the crisis had been averted. He didn't need a war, and thankfully, he had managed to prevent one. He decided to pour himself a victory pint of scotch. He had been sober for at least four days, and he was starting to have withdrawls. As he was pouring his scotch, the door burst open, and Intelligence Coordinator Stride marched in.
"Sir, your limoseen has arrived. The peace summit begins within the hour."
"Very well, Stride. I'll be there momentarily."
With that, the Intelligence Coordinator strode out of the room. The Master swigged down the remaining 1 1/2 cups of Scotch in his stein, slammed it onto the table, and swaggered out of the room to the waiting limo...

Chancellor von Stuben lightly tapped his papers on the desk, making a neat stack. Downstairs, ambasadors from around the island were gathering in the conference room. The hour of the Stuttgart Summit was at hand. He looked at the memo on the top of his overflowing inbox:

-Colonists have selected location for new city, begining construction

-Echenbach

'Good,' thought the Chancellor, 'Now, to more pressing issues.'

He strode purposefully out of the room....

Jump to Stuttgart Summit here. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2717029#2717029)
ooc: This thread is just for the summit. You can continue to post here.

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-Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten
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IC: Hello i would like to indroduce my self as Dr. Vansushnick Defence minister. under direct orders from King Burton II I have established the Menemshan Navy. The navy's budget has been establish by King Burton II at £15,000,000,000 while this steep and will send the country into a shit hole state King Burton II feels it important to be safe. The following foritifications have been put into comission as of today:





20 Nucular submarines @ £7,000,000 £140,000,000
11 attack 9 Missle subs

7 heavy frigates @ £3,000,000 £21,000,000

7 light frigates @ £3,000,000 £21,000,000

12 aircrft cariers @ £15,000,000 £180,000,000

1200 fighter jets @ £3,000,000 £3,600,000,000

5 Nuclear war heads for subs @£10,000,000 £30,000,000

Two ICBM Nuclear silos w/ 2 nukes each £5,000,000,000



current total in defence spending to date: 8,992,000,000

IC: Under direct orders from King Burton II the Menemshan navy is Seizeing map territoy #1. It is to be named Unomshi. Let this searve as 24 hour notice to the utterly inebriated to clear out. 6 missle subs 5 heavy Frigates and 6 aircraft carriers left Menemsha at 1800 hours on february the 9th. By this time tommarow if the Inibriated are not out we will begin firing. - Commander Vansnuchnick

OOC:

uuuuuh, Jesse, I'm not one to complain. Ok, fine, I am. Regardless, your figures there are a little skewed. Ok, really fricken skewed. Let me start by saying that you don't have nukes. You don't have nuclear reactors. You don't even have enriched uranium. Allow me to explain.

You see, no one has these things, as no one has role-played a nuclear program. Now on to prices.

A carrier costs around $3 billion. And thats for one. You have to jack up prices and jack down quantities. I'm not trying to be a bitch. You just do, for the sake of fairness.


Lastly, how are these ships going to remained supplied? You have no transports, tankers, etc. You should have 3 times as many support ships as combat ships. Also, you need approximately 2/3 of your navy to be shore based, ie. dockworkers, truck drivers, supply clerks, base guards, etc.

Like I say, im not singling you out. Everyone here's gotta play by similar rules.

For reference, try this link here:

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=94873

also check the other links here

http://home.capecod.net/~stu2/nsmv/links.htm

-Stu

I 2 am sending a fleet in to the north terrotorys to Exspand into Regon #9

Magus smiles to himself as he oversees the slaughter of 100 of his people for his God Azaku. Some slain by by strangers, some by their friends, others by their own family. The nations of The Dark Nexus, Kampfenstaaten, Nacnudia, and The Unduly Inebriated Watch with him. “I wish for you all to accompany me to my dining hall after the rituals are over.” Magus Says to each Delagate/Leader of their nations. Then Tanary runs up holding a Golden chalice filled to the brim with blood.

Magus Holds the Chalice up to the sky as he stands at his balcony and bellows. “Lord Azaku please except those that have fallen under your might and treat them as you would treat your own,” The crowd echos in response. “Lord Azaku allow me, Magus Osangi Kenshin and ever faithful servant, to share the blood of your enemies with you to prove my worth. If I prove unworthy then strike me dead as I partake of your glory.” Magus Then tips the cup to his lips and drinks it to the dregs. “All Hail Lord Azaku” he says. “All Hail Emperor Magus,” The crowd responds. He then turns and walks inside motioning the other nations to follow.

Magus sits down on a richly embroided pillow at a table filled with food. “Please join me in the feast and speak freely for my most trusted people are posted around the perimeter and any spies have been dealt with.” Magus waits for the others to get comfortable then looks to josh of the Dark Nexus “As per our agreement Josh I have sent what you asked for to your nation and you should have them later tonight, also to the delegates of Kampfenstaaten and Nacnudia, 2/3 of the alliance called CAIN. I offer an alliance with CAIN, a secret one not known to the public. I say this INfront of Josh and Le Maitre Irve for I believe it in all of our best intrest if we joined forces. I wish an out in the open alliance with both Dark Nexus and Unduly Inebriated. I am trying to use all my resources to unify our region of MV to further extend our power to the world. I wish secret alliance kept secret to all except for those in this room and the 3rd member of CAIN. If you object to any of this then speak so for I promise you that my people will not hurt you no matter what you decide.” Magus Looks at each Nation awating their responses…

Magus smiles to himself as he oversees the slaughter of 100 of his people for his God Azaku. Some slain by by strangers, some by their friends, others by their own family. The nations of The Dark Nexus, Kampfenstaaten, Nacnudia, and The Unduly Inebriated Watch with him. “I wish for you all to accompany me to my dining hall after the rituals are over.” Magus Says to each Delagate/Leader of their nations. Then Tanary runs up holding a Golden chalice filled to the brim with blood.

Magus Holds the Chalice up to the sky as he stands at his balcony and bellows. “Lord Azaku please except those that have fallen under your might and treat them as you would treat your own,” The crowd echos in response. “Lord Azaku allow me, Magus Osangi Kenshin and ever faithful servant, to share the blood of your enemies with you to prove my worth. If I prove unworthy then strike me dead as I partake of your glory.” Magus Then tips the cup to his lips and drinks it to the dregs. “All Hail Lord Azaku” he says. “All Hail Emperor Magus,” The crowd responds. He then turns and walks inside motioning the other nations to follow.

Magus sits down on a richly embroided pillow at a table filled with food. “Please join me in the feast and speak freely for my most trusted people are posted around the perimeter and any spies have been dealt with.” Magus waits for the others to get comfortable then looks to josh of the Dark Nexus “As per our agreement Josh I have sent what you asked for to your nation and you should have them later tonight, also to the delegates of Kampfenstaaten and Nacnudia, 2/3 of the alliance called CAIN. I offer an alliance with CAIN, a secret one not known to the public. I say this INfront of Josh and Le Maitre Irve for I believe it in all of our best intrest if we joined forces. I wish an out in the open alliance with both Dark Nexus and Unduly Inebriated. I am trying to use all my resources to unify our region of MV to further extend our power to the world. I wish secret alliance kept secret to all except for those in this room and the 3rd member of CAIN. If you object to any of this then speak so for I promise you that my people will not hurt you no matter what you decide.” Magus Looks at each Nation awating their responses…

IC:King BurtonII: I perosnally just shot Dr. vansnushnicks dog, sorry He was not under my direct order to attack. at this Time Menemsha would like to establish itself as a Nuetral Country. I am requesting however that we are granted the island of "No mans land" so that we may continue to fish peacfully and bring you all "Tuna safe Dolphin meat" at this time I woul like to anouce the Menemshan navy of 200,000 Sailers for protection purposes.

Thanks King Burton II

Ps. I am equiping every car produced in Menemsha (leading car producing nation) from now on with sharp pointy sticks. the purpose of these sticks is to dispose of any Bengal tigers that may be blocking vehicular traffic by copulating or doing what ever tigers do in the middle of the road. It is come to my attention that there has been a tiger problem eminating from Gilraen. I suggest imediate action be taken. Schorched earth policy? -later Dr. B

Magus reads over a paper he recieved it reads "Emperor The 10 men you sent into Gilraen including myself are positioned and will set the forest ablaze with our fires tonight. we will then kill our selves and burn with the forest as to hide our identities from others." Magus then burns the paper over a candle and throws the ashes into the air. "That takes care of that." Now to compile a list of everyone slaughter tonight.

Foreign Minister Eurich was the first to speak.

"Honorable Emperor Magus Kenshin, on behalf of the nation of Kampfenstaaten, I would like to thank you for your hospitality. Chancellor von Stuben sends his regrets that he could not attend, but as you know, he is currently hosting the Stuttgart Summit."

"I cannot speak on behalf of CAIN, but the nation of Kampfenstaaten would like to develop closer ties with your nation. I propose a free trade agreement between our two nations. Furthermore, we plan to move ahead with construction of an embasy, with your consent of course."

"As for a military alliance, we feel that entering into a binding obligation could become, "messy," shall we say, especially with the state of things currently in the world. However, Should war befall your peoples, we will look kindly upon them, and lend aid as we see fit. As for something more concrete, the Chancellor has authorized me to sign a non-agression pact, should you be willing to accept."

Eurich handed the Emperor the treaty for review, and relaxed with a plate of sushi in one hand and a cup of saki in the other.

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-Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten
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Emporor Magus I'm John Adams of Nacnudia
I send Grettings from Field Marhshal MacMullen and he regrats that he could not be here him self. he has told me that if you offard an alliance to take it and if you did not I was to offard you one. we have not worked up the papers but I think as of now we would be willing to take the same path of Kampfestaaten. we would help with aid and other stuff like that. and seeing that we are the Acting Charman of CAIN i can see what the to see that all 4 nations of CAIN think of dawing up a Alliance with you.

All over talibobania the papers read!

Tiger problem out of control!
Bengels killing children in the streets!
Gilraens animals out of control!

As the sultan of talibobania I Dr. Thrax have seen the tiger problem with my own eyes. These animals flock out of Gilraen by the hundreds every day. This problem cannot go unadressed, the number of tiger related deaths are though the roof. ACTION MUST BE TAKEN! In order to solve the problem I have announced that every White Bangal Tiger seen in Talibobania will be shot on sight by whoever wish it to be dead. I invite leaders island wide to partake in the hunt, send your RSVP to my capitol by wed afternoon. ITS TIGER SEASON!

Dr. Thrax sits in Grand Palace with his most trusted generals. Gentlemen I would say its about time to get things rolling here. I am interested in creating some chemical weapons. As you all know we have about 60% of our Cell network arround the island up and running. It is only a matter of time before we are gathering information at full capacity. With this information we can gain information on these weapons and further their development. As for now I want you to tell your men to start building the missles and their silos.

I trust that you can get the job done. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE! i must speak with the leader of Grun Holz.

Dr. Thrax sits in Grand Palace with his most trusted generals. Gentlemen I would say its about time to get things rolling here. I am interested in creating some chemical weapons. As you all know we have about 60% of our Cell network arround the island up and running. It is only a matter of time before we are gathering information at full capacity. With this information we can gain information on these weapons and further their development. As for now I want you to tell your men to start building the missles and their silos.

I trust that you can get the job done. NOW LEAVE ME ALONE! i must speak with the leader of Grun Holz.

Heinz Klapp, Kampfenstaaten's Minister of Agriculture and Conservation, glanced over the morning headlines, while drinking his morning cup of coffee, but all the time wishing he had a stein of good Kampfenstaaten lager. His eyes stopped on the ]Talibobania Herald.



Tiger problem out of control!
Bengels killing children in the streets!
Gilraens animals out of control!

As the sultan of talibobania I Dr. Thrax have seen the tiger problem with my own eyes. These animals flock out of Gilraen by the hundreds every day. This problem cannot go unadressed, the number of tiger related deaths are though the roof. ACTION MUST BE TAKEN! In order to solve the problem I have announced that every White Bangal Tiger seen in Talibobania will be shot on sight by whoever wish it to be dead. I invite leaders island wide to partake in the hunt, send your RSVP to my capitol by wed afternoon. ITS TIGER SEASON!

'Sweet crap,' thought Klapp, 'I've been hankering for a good tiger hunt! I know the Chancellor would appreciate getting away from the capital for a few days, too. '

He scribbled out a quick message, which he handed to his secretary.

Dr. Thrax,

The Chancellor of Kampfenstaaten and his Minister of Agriculture and Conservation would be honored to attend your tiger hunt. Consider us as good as there.

-Heinz Klapp, Minister of Agriculture and Conservation, Federation of Kampfenstaaten

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Benin Samoht arose from his bed rubbing his head. He looked around the strange room in which he was housed. "where am I" he asked, realizing there was no one there to answer him.

A voice came from the corner "you are in a hotel, the name and location of which are unknown to me"

Benin arose, he knew that voice, "how did we get here Davik? I can't remember anything since yesterday afternoon when Chancellor Von Stuben sent us a telegram inviting us to the Stuttgard Summit."

"As near as I can tell it, something went drastically wrong at the summit, we have been given access to a transcript oof the happenings at that meeting, but there seems to be an inconsistency, as though someone rewrote what happened."

"why would that happen at a peace conference Davik? In my mind the entire thing is an inconsistency" Benin surveyed his surroundings "We should find a way out of here, I think this could be a very dangerous place to stay."

A voice spoken by no visible man came from every corner of the room. "there is no point in trying to escape Samoht." with the last line two short bursts of air were heard, as the captives' eyes were drawn to the brightly colored darts in each others neck. Suddenlly the door to the room burst open and in walked a man with a pure white trenchcoat worn over white suit, and undoubtedly several high caliber firearms.

"You," Benin slured as Davik collapsed to the floor next to him, "but I had you ki-" the toxins of the dart took their effect in Benin leaving his sentence unfinished.

2/10, Saneto, Capitol of Matakarma

Beloved Leader of our Country, Benin Samoht has been found dead today in his estate, apperantly do to heart problems. Benin's Brother, Trent, returns from exile on Block Island to claim the throne. Police ofiicials, who were not, I repeat, not bought out, just as we weren't, do not suspect any foul play.

In other news Secretary of War Davik Zelly was found in the bottom of Katama Bay, with what appears to be custom Italian cement shoes on, once again Police officials suspect no foul pay, I say they need to pay me more to overlook that evidence.

I, Master Blunt, have come to make a new beggining in Marthas Vineyard. My people are settling in region #1 and we will let the colony that presides there stay. We wish peace and happiness to all and will disclose our military specs in due course.

-Master Blunt

IC: Good people of Martha's Vineyard,
I, The great Jesse James, leader of Tri-townia, known only in my land as "The heady one," do accept the inventation to join the Tri town alliance of the up-island nations, also known as the TAUN.
I also would like to declare that we will be colonizing the north region of sector four and the first of our settlements was established today.
I thank all the good nations for listening to my statements, and may peace be with you throughout your future.

IC:
With a rings of a bell, a green tricycle burst through the doors to the Prime Minister's Hall. Racing down the hallway, Jerrod Dunkel throws on the breaks and reports to Prime Minister Detlef.

"well i showed up, an the meeting wasent so cool. i fact i dont think way one was there, but there were alot of coats. don't know why."

"secondly, our colonies in 9 are expanding and we believe it is time to push forth our boarders. two more settlements are functinal pushing south into the center of 9. The people here seems earger to join GrunHolz because we respect balance and the nature of things. the have formed militia defense groups to ward of other anarchist groups. but as the months go on, more come to the colonies in search of a new life. GrunHolz is eager to offer all of territory 9 a new life."

"im out. later Prime Minister Detlef." as he turns jerrod find a great red trackor trailer. damn Optimus Prime, i didn't know u were GrunHolzisch.

"affirmative", he thunders, "Autobots, transform and rollout!"

-peace from the boys at GrunHolz foreign affairs
-Jerrod Dunkel

Hey CAINif you want peace then why are poeple settleing and trying to take over #1? Huh? won't you come to my aid? You all know that the Enebreates and I came to a conclusion about that area, and all land east of the 1 is mine! You are a menace and areletting me just defend myself! If you do NOT help me I shall call another war for you not helping ME!

-High Admiral Goeckel

OOC: stu, just give me my friggen land and update the map please...poeple are trying to take MY land away!

Bluntia has henceforth finished making its list of military personel:

100,000 Navy personel
30,000 Airforce personel
50,000 Army personel
_______
180,000 total military service men

If there are any questions about my forces, just send me a telegram.

-Master Blunt

The Overlord walks into his fortress.
"How was the ceremony, sir?" His messenger asks.
"Intresting... Any word from Black Heart?"
"None, sir, though I feel like there was something terible. But, at the same time, I don't. It's as if something has rewriten time itself."
"What? You've been standing too close to our new urainium mines, son. Have we gotten the samples from our new territories?"
"Yes, sir, I've got them right here." He hands the Overlord a box. "Sir, would I be out of line asking you what this is for?"
"Yes, you would."
"Okay, sir."

IC: Menemsan Forces have crossed through Gildrean over night and have made it to map section #3. Out of the 100,000 troops that were sent 1,000 were killed by tigers. let to be a warning to others. These tigers must be anileated imediatly. We will respect the dark Nexus colony, but have begun to coloize the rest of the territory. The purposeof our expansion is begin construcuction of a ship yard. Comencement of the Great pond dredgeing will begin within a few days. -Dr. Vansnushnick defence minister

I am very sad to report that the armed forces statement earlier was incorrect. The real numbers are as follows:

103,400 Navy personel
46,600 Army personel
30,000 Airforce personel
_______
180,000 Military personel

I assure you that these new figures are correct. And warmongering nations take note, I have armed all personel and taken care of all logistic issues.

-Master Blunt

Camera Focusses on an imposing figure robed in Pure White, it is Trent Samoht, brother of the late Benin.

"Greetings Nations of Marthas Vineyard, I am sure you are all aware of the, um, tragedy that befell my nation earlier this day. I have assumed complete control of the nation and I personally I think the world will be better for it. I have reports for you all on my Military Forces.

We have 600,000 of our population of 26 Million currently enrolled in our armed forces, 400,000 of these are in reserve, Although we don't have specifics yet in the individual division of these troops in the forces, we do estimate that there will be 100,000 actives will be enrolled in land forces, 1,500 of which are already put aside for special ops Project known as Pure. we will have an air force mostly in reserve, with only 25,000 active air forces, mainly in supply and drop craft. we will have a 75,000 men strong Navy with much of the same purpose as our air force, moving and supplying troops.

The full report will come later this afternoon as we are expecting, we will update you then."

With that final sentence The Lord Commander Trent says his fairwells to the nations and calls for Ms Finkle.

"Get me the secretary of war Junor, and make it quick."

"Excuse me Lord Commander, but Junor was shot earlier this week by your younger brother."

"I think not Ms Finkle, you'll find him at this adress," Trent hands his secretary a slip of Paper. "you see, Ms Finkle, the art of doubles in one that is hard and nescessary for major leaders to master." As Ms Finkle leaves for the adress given her, The Lord Commander notices a blinking light out of the corner of his eye. "Is that Camera still on? you left the fucking camera on?? do you realize the importance of the secrecy of what I was just saying, turn it the fuck off!! Move it Here, I'll help you." With a flash of a barrel and a splatter of blood the transmition is lost

The Secretary of International Affairs put down his scotch and picked up the letter he had found on his desk. It was addressed to all of the nations, so he assumed that his allies had all received a copy. He only had to read the first line before he was displeased...

I, Master Blunt, have come to make a new beggining in Marthas Vineyard. My people are settling in region #1... - Master Blunt

He quickly jotted a response.

'My darest Master Blunt,
While I respect your right to colonize land, you have unfortunatley begun to colonize in an area that my people have fought long and hard for. We just narrowly avoided war there last year. I would request that your forces be removed and settled in another location. I hope that this request does not cause you to harbor any ill will against our Dictatorship, and I thank you for taking the time to read this.
Respectfully yours,
Joseph Bills,
Secretary of International Affiars,
D.o.t.U.I.

He handed the letter to his secretary on his way out of the door. He had to go and meet with the Prime Minister from Butishini, recently back from Butishini.

IC:

I have Now Desided to move a fleet in to the regon south of my curnt postion into regon #4!!!!

IC: I have Now Sent a Unit of men to start to colonize into regon #4!!

OOC:

Ok, let me settle a few things. First off, you can all disregard Bluntia. He has no territory, nor will he. He made the decision to leave the Vineyard when there was territory to be had. Unfortunately, land is no longer available, as several nations applied for membership this morning.

As for you, Geockel, I have no territory to award you. You have not role played any colonization. I have heard that you and Jon reached some sort of treaty. Until that is role-played on the forum, with all the specifics, the map stays as is. Also, the treaty can only apply to the territory possessed by Jon. Unclaimed territory cannot be incorperated without colonization.

As for the rest of region one and two, you have only laid claim to it. You have not role-played any colonization effort, as have all the other nations with colonies (GrunHolz, Kampfenstaaten, Dark Nexus, and Unduly Inebriated). This may be just a simple misunderstanding.

Regardless, I will give you your due only if you start RP'ing.

-Stu

GrunHolz, I do not wish to have any territoy of yours and secondly, I only have half of the new #1, and thirdly I have already started colonizing that new land by building a large defensive wall and for now will only be land used for my military.

-High Admiral Goeckel

ooc: My bad, that last post by GrunHolz was mine. I was accidentally logged in as him.

-Stu

a runner walks up to Field marhshal in his hotal room in Stuttgart he is holding a newspaper.
" timony is there anything I the paper today"
"nothing but this sir" handing the Field Marhsal the Talibobania Herald
" A Tiger hunt now that gut what I need after this long talks" he takes a paper and wight this down
Dear Dr. Thrax
I would like to jone your Tiger hunt it has been a long time for me with out a big game hunt and I would help me relaxs.
Field Marhsal MacMullen

P.S. If i could i would like to bring some of my cabint with me if it ok

The doors swung shut, and the High Admiral of Anwendenzustande sits before the Master of the Unduly Inebriated. "High Admiral..and bodyguards...welcom to our fair land. I have prepared a treaty which we can sign. Here is your copy of it."
With that, he slid the High Admiral a file containing the treaty he had prepared. It read:


"We the undersigned agree to the following terms and conditions:

Term #1: The eastern half of the southernmost colony belonging to the Unduly Inebriated, noted on the map as territory number one, shall hereby be occupied to the Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande.

Term #2: In return for the land appropriated, the government of the Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande shall pay the government of the Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated the sum of 3.5 billion dollars.

Term #3: In addition,the Dictatorship shall receive 3% of the Armed Republic's weaponry, to be used to arm the Dictatorships military as they see fit.

Signed in the presence of the Ambassador from the Holy Empire of Satainia, we agree to the above terms.

Signed,
Le Maitre Irve, The Dictatorship of the Unduly Inebriated


High Admiral Goeckel, Armed Republic of Anwendenzustande"


All the document needed was a signature. The Master waited silently for the High Admiral's response.

Within The Dark Nexus, a woman with a basket gets out of her humble, beat-up car. She walks to the corner bakery and enters, heading for the bathrooms. She gets to the end of a narrow hall, the woman's room is to her left, the men's is to her right. She, however, coninutes straight until she reaches a heavy, oak door. She glances around to make sure no one is watching and withdraws a key from her poket. It is the only key to this particular door. She closes and locks the door behind her. To either side of her are two walk-in frezers. She enters the one to her right, knowing the left one is realy a gas chamber. At the back of the frezer, hidden behind a sliding shelf of frozen rolls, is a small keypad. She enters the seven diget code only she knows and the floor beneath her sides down. When it reaches the bottem, she is confronted by five armed gaurds, their gun trained at her head.
"Good work, boys." She says, removing her caot and- wig?! It is not a woman at all, but rather the Overlord!
"Good to see security's tight. Get me Docter Hargenda."
"I'm right here." The docter calls from nearby.
"You shouldn't be so close to the entrence, if someone was to get down-"
"That's an imposability with all the security you've got here. I asume you're here about experiment AE."
"Of course. Let's get to your lab."
The two walk through the underground labs. All around run scientists and other intelegent people, none of them have left here since they found out about the secret labs. They enter a room at the end of a long hall. Within are test tube, whining machines, and a large window over looking a hundered man-sized, green glowing, tubes.
"They're empty." The Overlord states.
"Well, we've only been working this for a couple years-"
"You've been working on this since we were founded!"
"Well, cloning isn't an over-night thing-"
"I want the first generation done ASAP. I have the samples." He removes three plastic bags from his basket, each one containing ten crimson vials. Docter Hargenda pulls a sharpie from his pocket.
"First bag," The Overlord hands the docter a bag labled Ninja, "I want their honor and disaplin." Docter Hargenda scribles this down on the bag before placing it in a frezer behind his desk.
"Second bag," this bag is labled Native, "I want their strength and determination." This is writen and placed in the frezer
"Last bag, I want their cooperation and ferocity." The docter chuckles. "What's funny?"
"It's just that this bag says-"
"Wolf, I know."

ooc: Just a few things: first, there is NO WAY any other country would know about this. Most of my people don't know about this and the rest live down there. Second, before you acuse me of godmoding, there are no clone yet. At least, not human ones.

Magus nods to John adams as he signs the treaty for Kampfenstaaten. He smiles as he sips his saki. "I think we will all benifit greatly from this, very greatly." They then proceed with the feast.

Tiger problem out of control!
Bengels killing children in the streets!
Gilraens animals out of control!

As the sultan of talibobania I Dr. Thrax have seen the tiger problem with my own eyes. These animals flock out of Gilraen by the hundreds every day. This problem cannot go unadressed, the number of tiger related deaths are though the roof. ACTION MUST BE TAKEN! In order to solve the problem I have announced that every White Bangal Tiger seen in Talibobania will be shot on sight by whoever wish it to be dead. I invite leaders island wide to partake in the hunt, send your RSVP to my capitol by wed afternoon. ITS TIGER SEASON!

Magus reads a Paper sent from one of his WASPS in Talibobania. "Hmm if I remember correctly Jubei should be around there about that time, Tanary how about a Tiger Hunt old fashion style. Get my sister we are leaving to travel to Talibobania's Capital at first light, and Get me my best Katana "Hiro Fu Saku"."

Tanary nods profusly putting this all to memory then runs off to do his masters bidding thinking to himself that Magus Is the best leader this nation could ask for.

Dear Enerbreates,

Even though you seem to have gone up .5 billion dollars from what we really agreed on, I will still sign your treaty.

High Admiral Goeckel walks over to the table and takes out a finely decorated black felt-tip pen and procedes to sign the document.

For now the situation in the south has been stopped.

As Dr. Thrax sits out on his balcony, he sighs. He turns to his most trusted advisor chofka. My land is so beautifull Chofka, but theres so little of it. My population is bursting at the seams, somethign must be done. I see that Region 6 is still in ruins. I think we could really clena it up, you know for the better.
Yes my leige, should I send the troops?
Yes tell my men to sneak though Gilraen. Set up some settlements. I will inform the other nations of my actions. And tell my men to slaughter any and all tigers on the way. Those things are out of control.
Yes sir im on my way.

Dr. Thrax went inside and started emailing the leaders of the island to tell them of his new colonization.

In his throne room, The Overlord sits, agitated.
"Messenger!" The messenger darts in.
"Yes, sir?"
"Has Black Heart contacted us yet? That summet is taking far too long."
"No, sir. We have recived a message from new territories, however."
"What news?"
"The natives are still resisting."
"How to deal with them..." Sudenly, an idea flashes in The Overlord's mind, "We could employ them in a profession where we can turn a huge profet and cheat them in their wages."
"What kind of profestion is that?"
"Well, my friend, we're building a casino!"

the King of pyros is sitting down at the dinner table of the grate hall when suddnly a pyrotechnition come barging in repeating Sir Sir if we are going to wont to have a trading outpost then we might want to think about colonizing some land bye the sea "thank you for bring this ot my attaion good sir i shal feed you and ur famly for 2 motnth on my behalf, genral order your men to start droping solders, equamtment,supplys and shelter of to the soethern most part of of reagon #6"


(sry if this doesnt sound modern im still getting used to this)

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© Signitur of Maximus, Son of flames

the King of pyros is sitting down at the dinner table of the grate hall when suddnly a pyrotechnition come barging in repeating Sir Sir if we are going to wont to have a trading outpost then we might want to think about colonizing some land bye the sea "thank you for bring this ot my attaion good sir i shal feed you and ur famly for 2 motnth on my behalf, genral order your men to start droping solders, equamtment,supplys and shelter of to the soethern most part of of reagon #6"


(sry if this doesnt sound modern im still getting used to this)

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© Signitur of Maximus, Son of flames

the King of pyros is sitting down at the dinner table of the grate hall when suddnly a pyrotechnition come barging in repeating Sir Sir if we are going to wont to have a trading outpost then we might want to think about colonizing some land bye the sea "thank you for bring this ot my attaion good sir i shal feed you and ur famly for 2 motnth on my behalf, genral order your men to start droping solders, equamtment,supplys and shelter of to the soethern most part of of reagon #6"


(sry if this doesnt sound modern im still getting used to this)

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© Signitur of Maximus, Son of flames

Let it be known by decree of the Lord of Chappy, Chappaquiddick is sending a colinzation boat to the The Nomadic Peoples of West Tisbury, and then they will move south and colinize terratory number 7 on the map.
-Major Tom, Supreame Commander of all Chappaquiddickian Forces

I have heard of this CASINO that is being built by the Dark Nexus and have come to the conclusion that I shall send money to help fund this project, which I will so righty have much money lost in gambling, or won? If he does accept I shall send a small contingency of soldiers to make sure this project is well underway and to help suppress the natives.

-High Admiral Goeckel

ooc: oops, i'm logged in as the Dark Nexus, let it be known that it was the High Admiral that posted that.

All is quiet in the Sultans house on squibnocket. The waves are crashing and the sunset looks magnificent.

But the serene setting is broken by chofka as he breaks through the door.

Dr.! We have some problems! Area 6 where our men are headed too at this exact moment is being occupied by the pyrotopians as well! and were and our men are having trouble getting though Gilraen, it seams the tigers are more formitable than we thought.

HMMMM. This does not it well with me, These foolish newbies the Pyrotopians think they can just waltz in here. I dont like it. If there are any problems contact me. Im going to Grun Holz, maybe they can offer some advice. I want to settle this without resorting to violence. But if were attacked, you know what we must do. Get some insergents into pyrotopia and figure out whats going on. I hope we can settle this peacefully.

OOC: ok since 6 was taken lets pretend i said territory 7.

-Stuttgart- D.o.t.U.I. Temporary HQ-
The Master sat behind his fine oak desk, weary from the days of delegation in the Summit. He was thankful for the tiger hunt that Dr. Thrax had invited him to. He needed this. He had not had a good night's sleep in weeks, and he had so much drunken rage pent up that a mass genocide was just the thing to quell his ailments. He was looking foreward to it...Oh, yes indeed.

I, the prime minister of The Holy Republic of Viequenseland, have been restricted to my office quarters for the past few days. I am atrociously disturbed with the up and coming Tiger over population on the island, originating from the Gilraen territory. I am appauled at the Gilraen prime minister for her lack in effort to stop this problem.
I have decided to colonize in territory 7, just outside of Gilraen's borders with 20,000 colonists to reach the heart of the problem. I am experiencing many problems with the Tigers all the way into my territory on the northern coast. This is entirely unacceptable.
I am hereby declaring my strong participation in the Tiger hunt this evening, attacking from territory 7, and also sending troops on boats to Gilraen's northwest coast, and exterminating tigers right off the boat. This problem will surely be solved.

The secretary of Foreign Affairs james Simth runs into Field Marhsal's offace.
'sir, the Nation of Gilraen is falling apart" he stops to take a beathe "what should we do"
the field Marhshal looks up from the telegarm he was reading.
" this is it, some where on the far side of the island to set up a navy base and an new colony, and on the plus i would have a place to hunt tigers."
"yes sir, we will send a small constuson force to start to billed the port and some 200 colonist to set up a colony"
he paues in thought
"sir, what if the nativs do not want us there."
" I have thouth of this have them send a repusitve here to talk with me I want to wecome them and they will wecome us. I hope in time they will take us as there new firend and ally. Do not kick them off there land find some they will let us use for a small price. I want to be firends to them and hopefuley the will easape us as there new leaders."


ooc: when the numbers come up let i will pick one so jest let it be know i do have coloneist on the way by boat .

Acting Charman of CAIN

Field Marhsal MacMullen
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The secretary of Foreign Affairs james Simth runs into Field Marhsal's offace.
'sir, the Nation of Gilraen is falling apart" he stops to take a beathe "what should we do"
the field Marhshal looks up from the telegarm he was reading.
" this is it, some where on the far side of the island to set up a navy base and an new colony, and on the plus i would have a place to hunt tigers."
"yes sir, we will send a small constuson force to start to billed the port and some 200 colonist to set up a colony"
he paues in thought
"sir, what if the nativs do not want us there."
" I have thouth of this have them send a repusitve here to talk with me I want to wecome them and they will wecome us. I hope in time they will take us as there new firend and ally. Do not kick them off there land find some they will let us use for a small price. I want to be firends to them and hopefuley the will easape us as there new leaders."


ooc: when the numbers come up let i will pick one so jest let it be know i do have coloneist on the way by boat .

Acting Charman of CAIN

Field Marhsal MacMullen
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As all the leaders from the different countries gathered in the Talibobanian capital of Squibnocket, Dr. Thrax stood up and gave a speech

Gentlemen, today's festivities have taken a slight turn. The tiger hunting will be turned into a tournement. 5 points for each tiger killed and 7 points if its pregnant.

Just then there was a rumbling of monumental proportions. Tigers came spilling over the cliffs, devouring everything in their path.

Dr. Thrax: LET THE HUNTING BEGIN!

As the leaders let loose volleys of bullets from their automatic machine guns they realized that they could never overcome the tiger menace.

Dr. Thrax: WE CAN'T TAKE 'EM BY OUR SELVES! CHOEFKA! CALL THE ELITE GUARDS!

Just then, Arab wariors popped up everywhere the eye could see.

Dr. Thrax: MEN! DRIVE THEM BACK TO THE BORDER!

BLAM!!!---sssss---P'THWOCK!!!! The cold steel roared and the beast fell with a bullet through it.
"Good shot sir," noted the Master's advisor.
"Thank you, Marshall Hicks. Would you like to take a shot?"
"Would you mind, sir?"
"Of course not. Fire away," the master said, handing the young marshall his revolver. Hicks fired, but did not anticiate the immense kickback from the antique magnum. He staggered backwards, staring at the massive 9" barreled handgun. The Master chuckeld and gave a wry, knowing smile to the young marshall. He took his weapon back, aimed at the animal the Hicks had been attempting to kill, aimed and fired. Half a second later his count was up to four.
"Sir?" Hicks asked.
"What is it, Marshall Hicks?"
"What how long do you think we have until we have to go to war?"
The Master's usually knowing grin quivered, and he looked the young man in the eyes and said very solemnly,"I don't know. I hope never. Unfortunately, it is in inevitable. It is our nature to destroy ourselves. But, for the time being, let's just try to enoy our peace time."
On that note, he fired again.
Five.

Suddenly, a man dressed in black runs up to the slaughter.
"I'm not too late, am I?" Then, a tigger brakes through the lines. Black Heart draws his sword and, imagining the face of the Gulf's representative on it, cuts the giant feline's head off.
"This is far better than politics." Black Heart grins and walks forward, sword swinging.

Magus Leaps down the side of one of the cliffs and lands on the back of a tiger slams his blade through its skull then twists the blade free. Three other tiger fall prey to the same fate as Tanary, Jubei, and Shinra land beside him. Magus whips the blood from his sword, "Now this is what this reagion needs all of us together slaying the enemy, dont you think sis." Shinra stands up from a crouch and smiles. "Oh yes very much so brother." Magus spins around quickly cutting off the head of the tiger nearest him. He looks around him and realizes that a group of tigers has found them to be easier prey then those with guns and has surrounded the group. "Well it seems we are the middle of the fray. Let's just hope we dont get shot by someone accidentaly. Anyways let's get ourselves out of this and show everyone what Butunishi can really do." Magus yells as he lunges into the tiger. "YEAH" everyone else yells.

There was faint sounds that could heard in the distance off the south coast of Gilrean and everyone wondered what they could be, another minute passed and huge smoke could be seen rising in the distance and small explosions can now be heard.

"What the hell was that" Someone cried out.

A few minutes later a large group of helicopters could be heard in the distance, and as they got closer voices could be heard.

"This is to all nations engaged in the Great Tiger Hunt, do not be alarmed of the sounds your are hearing. It may sound like war is upon you, but I assure you there is no war. We the Armed Forces of Amwendenzustande too wish to join in this great event from the southern border. It is a small force of my Navy and Air Force joining in. But I will warn you to not stray too far south for they are now bombarding the shore to get rid of these confounded tigers, and that smoke in the distance? Nothing more than just plain napalm in the morning. So I ask all of you not to stray too far south, I do not wish any harm to come to you. And once the southern border is rid of these......ANIMALS, I will be sending in a small special mock-up force to clean out any stranglers left alive"

There was faint sounds that could heard in the distance off the south coast of Gilrean and everyone wondered what they could be, another minute passed and huge smoke could be seen rising in the distance and small explosions can now be heard.

"What the hell was that" Someone cried out.

A few minutes later a large group of helicopters could be heard in the distance, and as they got closer voices could be heard.

"This is to all nations engaged in the Great Tiger Hunt, do not be alarmed of the sounds your are hearing. It may sound like war is upon you, but I assure you there is no war. We the Armed Forces of Amwendenzustande too wish to join in this great event from the southern border. It is a small force of my Navy and Air Force joining in. But I will warn you to not stray too far south for they are now bombarding the shore to get rid of these confounded tigers, and that smoke in the distance? Nothing more than just plain napalm in the morning. So I ask all of you not to stray too far south, I do not wish any harm to come to you. And once the southern border is rid of these......ANIMALS, I will be sending in a small special mock-up force to clean out any stranglers left alive"

There was faint sounds that could heard in the distance off the south coast of Gilrean and everyone wondered what they could be, another minute passed and huge smoke could be seen rising in the distance and small explosions can now be heard.

"What the hell was that" Someone cried out.

A few minutes later a large group of helicopters could be heard in the distance, and as they got closer voices could be heard.

"This is to all nations engaged in the Great Tiger Hunt, do not be alarmed of the sounds your are hearing. It may sound like war is upon you, but I assure you there is no war. We the Armed Forces of Amwendenzustande too wish to join in this great event from the southern border. It is a small force of my Navy and Air Force joining in. But I will warn you to not stray too far south for they are now bombarding the shore to get rid of these confounded tigers, and that smoke in the distance? Nothing more than just plain napalm in the morning. So I ask all of you not to stray too far south, I do not wish any harm to come to you. And once the southern border is rid of these......ANIMALS, I will be sending in a small special mock-up force to clean out any stranglers left alive"

21.
22.
23.
"HA!" The Master's bellowing laugh could be heard over the roar of the helicopters, ninjas, and poison gas clouds from the Talibobanians.
He fired off his dual revolvers again and again, until they ran empy.
24.
25.
As he reloaded, he turned to Marshal Hicks, who was busy quiverring inside the jeep.
"HICKS!!!", he boomed through his cigar joyously, firing off his fresh slugs,"I like the look of this land. Radio a call to the Secretary of International Affairs! Tell him to get the troops on the move! I'd like to get myself a little plot of land down here!" He turned back to the advancing horde of beasts, not hearing Hicks telling him, "Ye-yessir!"
26.
27.
He was scoring impeccably, and the day was still young.

OOC: gek (and eveyone else having trouble with multiple posts)-just hit the post button once. it usually goes through, even if the page didn't load. Just copy it before you send it if it doesn't. No offense, because I've doen it too, but the three or four identnitcal post are kinda getting old.

OOC: gek (and eveyone else having trouble with multiple posts)-just hit the post button once. it usually goes through, even if the page didn't load. Just copy it before you send it if it doesn't. No offense, because I've doen it too, but the three or four identnitcal post are kinda getting old.

It was late at night as Salías drove down West Tisbury's back country road in his unusually large Chevy four-by-four, chewing on a straw of wheat and sipping from a bottle of water as he went. He came to a rolling stop when a most peculiar sign cought his eye. A message was scrawled across the side of a refridgerator box and nailed to the side of a tree. "Yield," Salías dictated, "Tiger crossing? There aren't any tigers in West--"

The High Chief wasn't allowed to finish his sentance as a most severe rumbling began to shake the ground, his truck rolling on its broad suspension. "What in the name of all sacre--" Without warning, a herd of tigers stampeded across the narrow country road, carrying bushes, signs, and Salías could have sworn he saw his neighbor's son, Billy, somewhere in there, too. Tigers were only momentarilly distinguishable as they were caught in the Chevy's headlights and light bars. There was a great calamity on the roof of his pick-up as tigers fell from the very trees around him, only to scurry across to the other side of the road. Loud thuds rang out as some forgot to notice his truck, colliding fiercely with the side of his truck. The large cats were even crawling underneath the four-foot expanse between the road and his undercarraige.

Almost as quickly as the chaos had arrived, it began to fade away. When the rumble was faint in the distance, a straggler leapt onto the road, glanced at Salías and his truck, and gave a ferocious roared as he crouched to pounce. Salías chastised the tiger with an indignant glare before tugging on his airhorn chord. In unison, the array of a dozen airhorns arranged across the roof of his truck let loose a pneumatic bellow. Instantly, the tiger shied from the noise, and leapt back into the woods.

Then all was quiet again. Salías took out the straw of wheat and glared accusingly at it. "Wheat my ass!" he shouted, tossing the straw out the window. Still extremely confused at the events, the High Chief leaned forward, keyed the ignition, and rolled onward.

--

Later that night, Salías was pulling into his government estate. As he stepped out of his truck, he had to double take at the old oak tree just outside his porch. Resting there in peaceful slumber, snores rumbling out of their gullets, slept not just one, but six tigers, draped across the tree's heavy branches. Salías glanced inquisitively at his bottle of water a moment before turning it upside-down, pouring its contents out to the dirt. Shaking his head and trying to ignore the tigers in his tree, he stomped up his porch steps, and let the screen door slam behind him, its old springs creaking as they pulled it shut. And all was silent again.

But only for a moment. Lights turned on at the neighbors house when they heard Salías bellows. "What the--?! Hell no! Get out of my bed! Shoo! Get out!" The screen door swung open once more as several tigers scurried out. "Let's see you bounce on this, Tigger!" Salías shouted after them, sending a jet of flame from his man-portable flame thrower after them.

--

"Woohoo!" Frith hooted, punching the air over his head as his lifted pickup went airborne over a fallen tree, a flock of tigers fleeing in front of it. The Chief's second was strapped to the truck's roll-bar, his feet planted in its bed, and one hand stabilized him as he clutched the RPK bolted to the truck's roof. Behind him, several more of his choice tribesmen were strapped down behind him, swinging their rifles this way and that, leading their targets, letting a piece of lead fly, and working the bolt. Behind Frith's four-by-four followed another, and another, and another, and yet still more, all full of enthusiastic hunters. They all gave similar hoots and hollers as their vehicles crashed through Gilraen's lush jungles, rolling over tree and hedge.

Tiger's dropped in all directions, however, some leapt onto the assaulting technicals and wreaked havoc with their passengers. Frith glanced behind him as one of his trucks smashed into a tree. "Son of a--!" He cursed. That was the fifth that day. The loss didn't stop him from raining out leaden death from his machine gun's belt of ammo.

It was late at night as Salías drove down West Tisbury's back country road in his unusually large Chevy four-by-four, chewing on a straw of wheat and sipping from a bottle of water as he went. He came to a rolling stop when a most peculiar sign cought his eye. A message was scrawled across the side of a refridgerator box and nailed to the side of a tree. "Yield," Salías dictated, "Tiger crossing? There aren't any tigers in West--"

The High Chief wasn't allowed to finish his sentance as a most severe rumbling began to shake the ground, his truck rolling on its broad suspension. "What in the name of all sacre--" Without warning, a herd of tigers stampeded across the narrow country road, carrying bushes, signs, and Salías could have sworn he saw his neighbor's son, Billy, somewhere in there, too. Tigers were only momentarilly distinguishable as they were caught in the Chevy's headlights and light bars. There was a great calamity on the roof of his pick-up as tigers fell from the very trees around him, only to scurry across to the other side of the road. Loud thuds rang out as some forgot to notice his truck, colliding fiercely with the side of his truck. The large cats were even crawling underneath the four-foot expanse between the road and his undercarraige.

Almost as quickly as the chaos had arrived, it began to fade away. When the rumble was faint in the distance, a straggler leapt onto the road, glanced at Salías and his truck, and gave a ferocious roared as he crouched to pounce. Salías chastised the tiger with an indignant glare before tugging on his airhorn chord. In unison, the array of a dozen airhorns arranged across the roof of his truck let loose a pneumatic bellow. Instantly, the tiger shied from the noise, and leapt back into the woods.

Then all was quiet again. Salías took out the straw of wheat and glared accusingly at it. "Wheat my ass!" he shouted, tossing the straw out the window. Still extremely confused at the events, the High Chief leaned forward, keyed the ignition, and rolled onward.

--

Later that night, Salías was pulling into his government estate. As he stepped out of his truck, he had to double take at the old oak tree just outside his porch. Resting there in peaceful slumber, snores rumbling out of their gullets, slept not just one, but six tigers, draped across the tree's heavy branches. Salías glanced inquisitively at his bottle of water a moment before turning it upside-down, pouring its contents out to the dirt. Shaking his head and trying to ignore the tigers in his tree, he stomped up his porch steps, and let the screen door slam behind him, its old springs creaking as they pulled it shut. And all was silent again.

But only for a moment. Lights turned on at the neighbors house when they heard Salías bellows. "What the--?! Hell no! Get out of my bed! Shoo! Get out!" The screen door swung open once more as several tigers scurried out. "Let's see you bounce on this, Tigger!" Salías shouted after them, sending a jet of flame from his man-portable flame thrower after them.

--

"Woohoo!" Frith hooted, punching the air over his head as his lifted pickup went airborne over a fallen tree, a flock of tigers fleeing in front of it. The Chief's second was strapped to the truck's roll-bar, his feet planted in its bed, and one hand stabilized him as he clutched the RPK bolted to the truck's roof. Behind him, several more of his choice tribesmen were strapped down behind him, swinging their rifles this way and that, leading their targets, letting a piece of lead fly, and working the bolt. Behind Frith's four-by-four followed another, and another, and another, and yet still more, all full of enthusiastic hunters. They all gave similar hoots and hollers as their vehicles crashed through Gilraen's lush jungles, rolling over tree and hedge.

Tiger's dropped in all directions, however, some leapt onto the assaulting technicals and wreaked havoc with their passengers. Frith glanced behind him as one of his trucks smashed into a tree. "Son of a--!" He cursed. That was the fifth that day. The loss didn't stop him from raining out leaden death from his machine gun's belt of ammo.

It was late at night as Salías drove down West Tisbury's back country road in his unusually large Chevy four-by-four, chewing on a straw of wheat and sipping from a bottle of water as he went. He came to a rolling stop when a most peculiar sign cought his eye. A message was scrawled across the side of a refridgerator box and nailed to the side of a tree. "Yield," Salías dictated, "Tiger crossing? There aren't any tigers in West--"

The High Chief wasn't allowed to finish his sentance as a most severe rumbling began to shake the ground, his truck rolling on its broad suspension. "What in the name of all sacre--" Without warning, a herd of tigers stampeded across the narrow country road, carrying bushes, signs, and Salías could have sworn he saw his neighbor's son, Billy, somewhere in there, too. Tigers were only momentarilly distinguishable as they were caught in the Chevy's headlights and light bars. There was a great calamity on the roof of his pick-up as tigers fell from the very trees around him, only to scurry across to the other side of the road. Loud thuds rang out as some forgot to notice his truck, colliding fiercely with the side of his truck. The large cats were even crawling underneath the four-foot expanse between the road and his undercarraige.

Almost as quickly as the chaos had arrived, it began to fade away. When the rumble was faint in the distance, a straggler leapt onto the road, glanced at Salías and his truck, and gave a ferocious roared as he crouched to pounce. Salías chastised the tiger with an indignant glare before tugging on his airhorn chord. In unison, the array of a dozen airhorns arranged across the roof of his truck let loose a pneumatic bellow. Instantly, the tiger shied from the noise, and leapt back into the woods.

Then all was quiet again. Salías took out the straw of wheat and glared accusingly at it. "Wheat my ass!" he shouted, tossing the straw out the window. Still extremely confused at the events, the High Chief leaned forward, keyed the ignition, and rolled onward.

--

Later that night, Salías was pulling into his government estate. As he stepped out of his truck, he had to double take at the old oak tree just outside his porch. Resting there in peaceful slumber, snores rumbling out of their gullets, slept not just one, but six tigers, draped across the tree's heavy branches. Salías glanced inquisitively at his bottle of water a moment before turning it upside-down, pouring its contents out to the dirt. Shaking his head and trying to ignore the tigers in his tree, he stomped up his porch steps, and let the screen door slam behind him, its old springs creaking as they pulled it shut. And all was silent again.

But only for a moment. Lights turned on at the neighbors house when they heard Salías bellows. "What the--?! Hell no! Get out of my bed! Shoo! Get out!" The screen door swung open once more as several tigers scurried out. "Let's see you bounce on this, Tigger!" Salías shouted after them, sending a jet of flame from his man-portable flame thrower after them.

--

"Woohoo!" Frith hooted, punching the air over his head as his lifted pickup went airborne over a fallen tree, a flock of tigers fleeing in front of it. The Chief's second was strapped to the truck's roll-bar, his feet planted in its bed, and one hand stabilized him as he clutched the RPK bolted to the truck's roof. Behind him, several more of his choice tribesmen were strapped down behind him, swinging their rifles this way and that, leading their targets, letting a piece of lead fly, and working the bolt. Behind Frith's four-by-four followed another, and another, and another, and yet still more, all full of enthusiastic hunters. They all gave similar hoots and hollers as their vehicles crashed through Gilraen's lush jungles, rolling over tree and hedge.

Tiger's dropped in all directions, however, some leapt onto the assaulting technicals and wreaked havoc with their passengers. Frith glanced behind him as one of his trucks smashed into a tree. "Son of a--!" He cursed. That was the fifth that day. The loss didn't stop him from raining out leaden death from his machine gun's belt of ammo.

86.
The master kept firing.
87.
88.
Then, ther was q lull in the onslaught. He took a moment to reload and wipe his brown. It was only then that he noticed the screaming from behind him. He whipped himslef around just in time to see Hicks be thrown just out of his view behind the jeep. He then saw the two tigers that were attacking him. He raised his guns and fired. And fired. And fired. Finally, the creatures fell and Hicks had stopped screaming. The master soon found out why. When he ran to the other side of the truck, he was mortified by what he saw. Hicks had been bitten half just below the waist. His legs, what was left of them, lay some 5 feet away, both bent backwards and broken.
The master solemnly laid his jacket over the corpse of the young marshal. It was just then that he heard a deep, gutteral growl from behind him. Then another. Then two more. Slowly, he stood and turned. He was now facing seven bull tigers, and his ammo was on his jacket covering Hicks. He stood, eyes locked with the frontmost beast, neither man nor animal moving an inch. Slowly he reached for his guns. He remembered what he had said to Hicks on his first day as Chief of Security: "No fear."
He fired.

not far off from the "slaughter" Field Marhsal had wanderd in to a park stalking one hugh tigher he slowly moves always waching. not to far off was Gen. stone with some other of his cabint
"sir this some geat fun." wisperd Gen. stone "almost as fun as kill the VC"
"yes, please I need some quiet"
and with that he spoted his preay a 800 bl tiger he put his remington rifal to his sholder. the tiger turnd and saw the hunters with a roor chard them
"sir shoot" shouted the General "Shoot, Shoot for the love of all the" BOOOM
with one good ame he took down the beast.
"my good general have pations, now lets get some more"
they slowly moved forward looking for more tigers. as men moved in to take the anamal back to a car with the other two tigers they had shot.

Suddenly the noise from the exploding shells had temporarly stopped, and soon small boats from the large cruisers were leaving for the beach. Once they had got there they imediatly started puting out the huge flames from the napalm that was dropped. It took several hours to fully cease the flames but now they were gone. Now anoter group of boats had left to take over for the group of firemen and had now started looking at the land. All the could see for a mile or two was charred tigers and burnt areas of what used to the lush forests. Then they went into thier packs and started assembling a large flag of Anwendenzustande, that was the signal to the fleet that the coast ws clear, and to started building a temporary HQ on the beach. For now they would stay here untill the signal was sent from anyone wishing for thier help to start moving north.

Magus was covered in dark red blood from the tigers as he slashed his way through them. He heard screaming all around him but paid little heed for he was backed into a corner. He saw Tanary laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. More tigers creeped around to get a tasty morsel. magus slashed at the tigers around the body falling four of them and scattering the rest. He grabbed Tanary and shook him. Tanary's eyes opened slowly. He was still alive. "I dont think im going to make it. Ive taken a lot of wounds and im barely clinging to life. I just wanted to say good-bye to you Father before i left." Tanary smiled then and died. Magus buried his face in his sons chest as he cried. He cursed the nation of Gilraen and vowed revenge on every last one of their tigers. He slowly stood up his sword gripped tightly in his hand as he picked up his sons sword in the other. "You God Damn F*cken Tigers im going to make you pay for what you have done to my son." Magus yells at the tigers near him. "Im going to kill you all." Then all the tigers leaped towards him and covered magus with their bodies obstructing him from view.

(Will Magus kill all the tigers or will he be kitty chow. Find out next time on Marthas Vineyard Z!!) Sorry just had to add that little bit.

Magus was covered in dark red blood from the tigers as he slashed his way through them. He heard screaming all around him but paid little heed for he was backed into a corner. He saw Tanary laying on the ground in a pool of his own blood. More tigers creeped around to get a tasty morsel. magus slashed at the tigers around the body falling four of them and scattering the rest. He grabbed Tanary and shook him. Tanary's eyes opened slowly. He was still alive. "I dont think im going to make it. Ive taken a lot of wounds and im barely clinging to life. I just wanted to say good-bye to you Father before i left." Tanary smiled then and died. Magus buried his face in his sons chest as he cried. He cursed the nation of Gilraen and vowed revenge on every last one of their tigers. He slowly stood up his sword gripped tightly in his hand as he picked up his sons sword in the other. "You God Damn F*cken Tigers im going to make you pay for what you have done to my son." Magus yells at the tigers near him. "Im going to kill you all." Then all the tigers leaped towards him and covered magus with their bodies obstructing him from view.

(Will Magus kill all the tigers or will he be kitty chow. Find out next time on Marthas Vineyard Z!!) Sorry just had to add that little bit.

As the battle of man versus beast raged below, a solitary helicopter darted just over the treetops. From the co-pilot's seat, Chancellor von Stuben had a clear view of the carnage. To the flames still licked at the trees in a few isolated spots, reminence of Anwendzustande's massive air-strikes. To the north, the snipers of Viequenseland had dropped many a tiger. To the west, the combined forces of Chappaquiddick were marshalled on the border. And to the west, the combined forces of Unduly Inebriated, Talibobania, Dark Nexus, and Butunishi were mopping up from their most recent battle. In the back, Minister of Agriculture and Conservation Klapp manned the pintel mounted M-60, and had just fragged his 43th tiger. Then he saw a sight that made his blood run cold.
He keyed his microphone.

"FLASH! PRIORITY RED. TALIBOBANIA, DO YOU COPY? MASSIVE INCOMING WAVE OF TIGERS, HEADED TOWARD YOUR POSISTION. POSSIBLY 10,000 IN STRENGTH. ETA, 5 MINUTES. ALL UNITS THAT CAN HERE THIS, RESPOND. THIS IS A PRIORITY ON DISTRESS SIGNAL."

The small party consisting of the 4 nations looked up to see an olive drab heliocopter alight some 5 yards away. It was emblazioned with a black cannon on a blue field. Kampfenstaaten had arrived...

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-Heinz Klapp, Minister of Agriculture and Conservation, FoK
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-Chancellor von Stuben, Federation of Kampfenstaaten
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Jubei and Shinra look up at the sound overhead. They see a helicopter with von stuben yelling over the micrphone. "Many tigers possibly 10,000 strong...' Jubei and Shinra look around searching for the large force. The hear far off in the distance the sound of a stampede. The look to try and find Magus but dont see him. The see the tigers comeover the rise and smile. "Ah good more company, I was getting kinda bored wiht the first." Shinra laughed. "Maybe we should try out these new IED's our people created." Jubei holds one up and smirks. They both toss them into the front line of the tigers and sees several of them thrown inot the sky. "Whohoo that was f*cken awesome Shinra." Jubei hollers. "Yes lets go get us some more tirgers." Shinra growls.

Gen. Stone crawls up to the Field Marhsal as he ready to take a shot
"sir, if we don't start useing more fire power.."
" please quiet, this is a hunt not thats" pointing back towrd the massive sounds of gun fire " is a slaughter "
"what" Gen. Stone says astonished
" this is a hunt, it could go one way or the other. If I miss I die, then the tiger has time to charge and it could go his way. and if i hit my mark
BOOM
"well thats, that. a hunt takes some skill to stalk, to hide and, to take that one shot and hopefuly one kill."
the General starts crawls back
"thats why this is a hunt and thats a slaughter. the tiger have a chance my why, not there."

"MWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Black Heart releases his anger from the summet in a whirl of steel. Disembodied tiger parts form a trail as he runs forward. Suddenly, he runs into a large, blacked gash in the forest. Smoke rises slowly all around.
"Cheaters," He mutters. A roaring pur sounds. Black Heart spins in time to stab the beast. The sword is torn from his grasp. The very ground shakes with the bellows of many tigers. Realising his sword cannot stop this seemingly infinite tide of white and black, he goes for his other weapons. On his belt are two semi-automatic handguns and four grenades. He takes a grenade in each hand.
"NO ONE ESCAPES THR DARK NEXUS!"

As the many nations vie for the top spot in the tournament, the tiger menace battled back just as tough.

Dr Thrax: im going to have to call the tournament soon, we have to leave enough to repopulate. Were just thining the numbers not trying to wipe them out!

Just as he said that another wave of thousands of tigers broke talibobanias front defences.

Dr. Thrax: GOOD GOD! Chofka! Send Gather a few batalions, Were going into Gilraen, This is getting out of control they just wont stop comming!.

Chofka: YES SIR!

As the army marched into Gilraen they saw a horrific sight. It seamed that the tigers have over run the country! It was Pure Havoc!

Dr. thrax:(chrrrrt) Gentlemen, it seams Gilraen is at the mercy of our armies, theres no one here the land has been overrun with tigers! All we need to do is get rid of most of these tigers, you know get their numbers to a healthy level! Then i Suggest we meet at the Summit hall to discus how were going to chop this nation up!

A cheer came through on the radio, Dr. Thrax was glad he stoped the tiger problem before it really got out of hand. ON MEN! TO THE CAPITOL OF GILRAEN!!!!!!!!

The tigers slowly thinned untill they were rather scarese. The beggers from talibobania Menemsha and other neighboring nations flocked to take advantage of the fresh tiger meet. In a few hours all was calm and the Leaders went back to their countries with their lust for blood gone....totally gone.

Elsewhere, The Dark Nexus' casino project is coming along well. Construction is over 1/4 of the way done. With Anwendenzustande's guards looking over, native attack have been completly stoped. Way at the top of the 150 story building, a lone worker beholds a horrific sight:
"Tigers! The tigers must have fled their old country to escape the hunters!"
Aproching the construction is a mighty stampeed of tigers. Anwendenzustande's guards ready for attack...

Elsewhere, The Dark Nexus' casino project is coming along well. Construction is over 1/4 of the way done. With Anwendenzustande's guards looking over, native attack have been completly stoped. Way at the top of the 150 story building, a lone worker beholds a horrific sight:
"Tigers! The tigers must have fled their old country to escape the hunters!"
Aproching the construction is a mighty stampeed of tigers. Anwendenzustande's guards ready for attack...

Secretary of War Barret Junor opened the doors to his Lord Commander's grand hall. "Sire, some excellent news!" He said, with his voice bubbling with long contained excitement. "The first batch of Pures have come back from Butunishi, their training has been completed, we shall have a covert ops force to be reckoned with."

"this is excellent news my dear friend, Have them gather their Dart guns and meet me at the chinook pads!" Trent commanded, while taking down his custom made gas powered dart gun from the wall, and loading it with familiar looking bright colored darts. "I here these Tigers are Pure white, a perfect accesory to my robes. Come we go to the land formerly occupied by Gilrean."

an hour later the whirl of propellors was heard over the west end of the island, as a swarm of chinook helicopters apeared over the region now infested wih tigers. a peaker turned on in all the helicopters "come my faithful Pures, you have been trained as I have, lets show these beasts how its done!" and with that the speakers began to play music, undistinguishable at first but as the swarm aproached the definate sound of Wagner's "ride of the Valkyries" could be heard. "YAAAAA HOOOO BIHOTCHES!"

Deep in Gilraen, Black Heart's guns are empty. With tigers all around, there is no chance to reload. Retreat was never an option for him, so he dose the last thing he can. He clutches his last grenade and calls out the pledge all of The Dark Nexus resights every day:
"IN THE DARK NEXUS, WE ARE ONE AND I AM MANY!" A final explosion and all is silent.

Secretary of War Barret Junor opened the doors to his Lord Commander's grand hall. "Sire, some excellent news!" He said, with his voice bubbling with long contained excitement. "The first batch of Pures have come back from Butunishi, their training has been completed, we shall have a covert ops force to be reckoned with."

"this is excellent news my dear friend, Have them gather their Dart guns and meet me at the chinook pads!" Trent commanded, while taking down his custom made gas powered dart gun from the wall, and loading it with familiar looking bright colored darts. "I here these Tigers are Pure white, a perfect accesory to my robes. Come we go to the land formerly occupied by Gilrean."

an hour later the whirl of propellors was heard over the west end of the island, as a swarm of chinook helicopters apeared over the region now infested wih tigers. a peaker turned on in all the helicopters "come my faithful Pures, you have been trained as I have, lets show these beasts how its done!" and with that the speakers began to play music, undistinguishable at first but as the swarm aproached the definate sound of Wagner's "ride of the Valkyries" could be heard. "YAAAAA HOOOO BIHOTCHES!"

many hours later the Chinooks return to Matakarma, Lord Commander Trent disembarks the lead helicopter and orders Secretary Junor to his hall. "Barret I have left 200 Pures in the area formerly occupied by Gilrean, however I'll need you to make sure more copters are sent over bringing all the nescessaries of Colonization, send them food, weapons, equipment, and, of course, Women!"

"Immediately sir, here are the reports of our armed forces."

Trent reads "for every 1 million citizens my population goes up by, 10,000 of these will join will join the active armed services, and 20,000 will join the reserves. out of the 10k actives, 5k will join the army, 2.9k will join the navy 2k will join the Airforce, and 100 will be recruited for Project Pure." Trent turns to Junor, this is excellent Barret, it will certainly clear up some matters with the league. now if you'll leave I must make apuplic anouncement of my colonization of Gilrean."

Magus looks around as he sees the rest of the tigers fall back and begin to run off. People begins to cheer as he whips the blood from his katanas and sheathes them on his back. He walks back through the mass of bodies and comes upon his dead sons body. He looks around as he sees people cheering and clapping each others backs. He leans down and picks up his son and begins the trek back home to bury his son.

A slight noise is heard in the distance. Aweemeway Aweemaway, Aweemeway Aweemaway, in the Jungle the mighty Jungle the tiger dies tonight. Suddenly Richard Wagners Ride of the Valkyries begins blasting through the tranquil forest. Eh eh eh eh eh the music is interrupted by the loud roar of a Hotchkiss machine gun. King Burton II is seen driving by cranking the gun which is mounted on his convered stick yeilding car shouting Die you sons of Biches die.

Jubei throws his last IED as he sees the tigers put their tails between their legs and run. He looks over to Shinra, "Well that was a Shyt load of fun, ive never seen so many tigers fly high into the sky. we really should do that some more. I mean maybe we could start...." Hubei trails off as he realizes that she isnt even paying attention to him. He follows her gaze as he sees Magus pick up someones dead body and gasps. "Is that who I think it is Shinra?" He whispers. "Yes, lets go over there and help out." she gets up and strides over to magus falling in step with him. She looks at him and gives him a reasurring look then continues with him with out saying a word. Jubei jumps up and grabs a tiger on his way out hefting it onto his shoulder. "Damn this is heaving" He then joggs over and falls in step as the head back to butunishi.

A little girl came up to me the other day and asked me this question. “What’s it gonna be like in the year 2005.” To that I answered the only way I knew how saying, “Well sweetheart for your sake I hope it’s all peaches and cream, but I’m afraid the end time is near the cataclysmic apocalypse referred to in the scriptures of every holly book known to man kind, it will be an era fraught with boundless greed and corruption where global monetary systems disintegrate leaving brother to kill brother for an over overcooked grain of rice, the nations of the civilized world will collapse under oppressive weight of the parasitic political conspiracies which remove all hope and optimism from their once faithful citizens, around the globe generations of polluters will be punished for their sins unshielded by their ozone layer they have successfully depleted, left to bake in the searing naked rays of light, whole sale assassinations serve to destabilizes every remaining governments, leaving the starving and wicked to fend for themselves, blood thirsty renegades cyborgs created by tax dogging corporations wreck havoc, pissed off androids tired of being slaves to a godless and gutless system where the rich get richer and the poorer get f***ed over and out, unleash total world wide destruction by means of nuclear holocaust, anhilating the terrified masses, leaving in it’s torturous wake nothing but vicious cannibalistic mutated radiated and horribly disfigured hordes of satanic killers bent on revenge, but against who there are so few left alive, starvation reins supreme forcing unlucky survivors to eat anything and anyone in their path, massive earthquakes crack the planet across like a hollow egg shell, causing unending volcanic eruptions, creatures of the seven seas unable to escape certain death upon land boil in their liquid prison, disease encircles the earth plagues and virus’s with no known cause or cure laying waste to whatever draws breath, and human kind having proving it’s self to nothing more than a race of ruthless scavengers fall victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien tribes who seek to conquer our charred remains, this is extension level event the final world front and there is only one year left.” The little girl replied, “Wow that’s cool, I can’t hardly wait.” Then I said, “You don’t have to because here it is.” The moral of the story, get along or this will be your end.

Storm

Chancellor Stuben and Minister Klapp stood side by side, looking over the field. They had done well. Very well. Between the two of them, they had killed over 300 tigers.

"Thank God for high explosives," muttered Klapp, still clutching his HK69 grenade launcher.

Stuben took the reciever to the AN/PRC-77 radio strapped to Klapp's back, and radioed to the helicopter circling overhead.

"Skylark, this is Golden Eagle, contact Tubby-Buddy Corperation. Tell them we've found some surplus, slightly bruised meat that they might be interested in aquiring. Oh, and bring in my truck."

"I copy, Golden Eagle. Skylark 1 out."

Chancellor von Stuben walked over to where the other leaders were assembled.

"Gentlemen, the troops seem to have things under control here. I plan on making an expedition to the capital of Gilraen, in order to sort out reparations for our loses. Would any leaders here like to accompany me?"

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A HMMWV pulls up with the blue and wight strips on it. (nacnudia's Flag)
Field Marhshal MacMullen gets out. He servase the land. He looks from person to person. he sees lord Magus carring a body. he walks over to him
" I'm sorry for your and your nations loss." he saluts as he walks by. then he walks over to durken master looking at his loss.
"I'm sorry for you loss too." he walks back to his HMMWV.
His runner runs up to the Field Marhsal MacMullen
"hi Timony do you have anything for me"
"No Sir I gust wanted to see how you did"
"I got 10 tigers" other people look at him like he is craze a small "thats it" is heard.
"well I hunted not slaughtered" as he gets back in his HMMWV and go back to his plane and his Nation.

A HMMWV pulls up with the blue and wight strips on it. (nacnudia's Flag)
Field Marhshal MacMullen gets out. He servase the land. He looks from person to person. he sees lord Magus carring a body. he walks over to him
" I'm sorry for your and your nations loss." he saluts as he walks by. then he walks over to durken master looking at his loss.
"I'm sorry for you loss too." he walks back to his HMMWV.
His runner runs up to the Field Marhsal MacMullen
"hi Timony do you have anything for me"
"No Sir I gust wanted to see how you did"
"I got 10 tigers" other people look at him like he is craze a small "thats it" is heard.
"well I hunted not slaughtered" as he gets back in his HMMWV and go back to his plane and his Nation.

Dr. thrax sat on the capitol bilding in Gilraen. He turns on his radio to adress the other leaders.

Gentlemen, I hope fun was had by all! I feel that we have gotten the tiger population to a safe level and we can now stop the hunt. As for the winner of the Tournament. I give the golder tiger cup to Magnus! You might be asking me why? well because he killed the most tigers with his bear hands. almost more than other leaders in total. Now if that isnt bad ass? i dont know what is! Before we start any sort of war mongering of the new territory, i propose a clean up operation to make things a little more....sanitery. The country of Menemsha and I will mainly supply the cleap up effort but anyone eles who wished to help can do so, because hey we got allot of F***ing tiger parts arround here.

Thrax turns off his walkie talke and signals Chofka to come over.

Chofka: yes sir?
Thrax: are the trucks ready?
Chofka: Yes sir their on their way.
Thrax: and every third truck is full of men and supplies for our newly aquaired nation..he..he..
Chofka: yes sir, but im afraid we might have more trouble than you thought, the roads are almost blocks with dead tigers and morter shells from those bloodthirsty nations and their helicopters.
Thrax: yes well what did you expect. Ohh well things will just take more time than originally thought.
Chofka: ohh and sir Menemsha is ready as well.
Thrax: exelent, they suckers will be fighting while we clean up! litereally!AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!
Chofka: do you think this is a good idea?
Thrax: my dead chofka i wouldnt have done it if it werent a good idea. Its not like were taking the whole country, were jsut expanding our own. Our country is minerature compaired to others. Its only fair that we have more land, same with menemsha. Im sure that there will be no problem with colonization now that theres so much land to be had.
Chofka: yes sir
Thrax: we probaly dont have enought money to keep the Missle development going, temporerally stop the development, we will pick it up again when we have our new colonie. But keep the Cells opean I want to know what the other countries are up to.
chofka:as you wish my leige. Do you wish to go back to Squibnocket?
Thrax: no................... I think im going to be spending allot of time here.
Chofka: as you wish, i shall order the men to stay put then?
Thrax: yes and send in the trucks. Gilraen will be ours before they even have time to say colonization.
Chofka: yes sir

Thrax then goes back on the radio

Thrax: leaders of the world I propose that we all meet at the Summit hall to discus the division of Gilraen, we cant after all go runing in blind without negotiations first!

OOC: ok just like dark nexus said before no one knows about the convorsation with thrax and chofka, its privite and you obveously werent there, dont godmod because then your jsut an asshole/slut. all you hear is what was on the radio.

OOC: stu can you message me with your email so i can send u the flag? THANKS PALL!

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Amist the carnege, the wind stirs the corpes. As it dies, however, one keeps moving. With a groan, Black Heart arises.
"I hate cats." He mutters. "I gotta remember to thank The Overlord for this fantastic armor." A little blood trikles from a gash on his face, but he is otherwise unharmed.
"Now to get to the bottem of this." Black Heart walks to the capital.

Amist the carnege, the wind stirs the corpes. As it dies, however, one keeps moving. With a groan, Black Heart arises.
"I hate cats." He mutters. "I gotta remember to thank The Overlord for this fantastic armor." A little blood trikles from a gash on his face, but he is otherwise unharmed.
"Now to get to the bottem of this." Black Heart walks to the capital.