NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Any one welcome. Iterfernce makes itmore fun.

IC: The war mongering Envoy Steve Beltishire nerviosly drums his fingers as he scan the message boards waiting for a challenge against him and his nation.

Bob67, you're territory will become one with the Startopian Council Colonies or you will be eliminated. Please note that you're pitiful backwater technology is no much for our state of the art technology.

Steve sees a message pop up on his screen and considers what action to take. Decideing against leaving his current alliance. He types out his rejection and clicks SEND.

Very well. That was youre last chance for survival. The other galactic powers will rip you apart. We regret the loss of your people to the sands of time.

Steve orders the rigid training of troops to begin.

OCC:Bob try elaborating a little more, one sentence posts do not equal a good rp.

Steve orders the rigid training of troops to begin.

OOC: Wow, that's just fucking stupid... he tries to start a war and he doesn't have his troops trained? Wow, this nation must just be a puppet of a veteran nation trying to make fun of n00bs... or he's a fucking idiot who has the branpower of a dead cockroach...either way, I'm going to enjoy watching him get his ass kicked. :lol:

The troop camps set up in every major city in the nation. Imense training programs in the martial arts, gunnery, and oragami begin.

OOC: not alot better is it?
:lol:

Dear Envoy Steve Beltishire

We here in the nation oF Merovin would like totrade some of our natioal animal, the Alligator, (of which we have so many we're reduced to making soup out of them) for some of your deadly origami secrets.

Lord Bugsnotte the Third
Regional Respresentative for the Merovian Government. :roll:

OOC:Of course. Great trade.

Steve accepts and gladly presents a manual on origami.

Steve orders the loading of the trained citizens onto troop transports in preperation for an attack. He also orders factories to begin production of the lgendary # series fighters.

Steve orders the # fighters into postion. He walks out of his office and onto the street. Steve notices one of the many picket groups standing on the street. "What are they trying to prove," he wonders to himself. He places his hand under the door handle of his Soron Mark 3 and feels the hum as the car reads his fingers prints. There is a small click as the door unlocks. Steve climbs in and starts the Mark 3. He drives to the airport to watch the launch ceremony of the fighters.

n00b f1gh7 n00b f1gh7!!!






JKing

The #'s take off and soar into the dark sky. Soon Steve hears the radio say "In position sir!" "Drop them he replies." The bombs hurtle toward the earth and into the counrtyside.

Bob67, who are you actually attacking?

underwater asylum

The #'s take off and soar into the dark sky. Soon Steve hears the radio say "In position sir!" "Drop them he replies." The bombs hurtle toward the earth and into the counrtyside.

(I dont know if you're not willing to RP decently due to stubbornness or wishing to be irritating, know not how to rp, or some other hidden reason. But with that said, if you actually dunno how to RP, a suggestion: Give the person you're attacking time to actually intercept the fighters. THey have to ahve time to even reach the airspace..which speaking of, how far are you from whatever nation you're attacking? Should have a carrier, soemthing I'd think. Also, dont simply say 'in position are teh planes, now ima drop ze bombs, boss'. Get some details, make it more like a story. Tell what the targets are.)

i beg everyones forgivness.

So you have ended the war?

Why are you attacking us? We merely offered you sanctuary in the galactic maelstrom. Eliminated refered to you being destroyed by others, not us.

Forgive me. As i Told u. I am a war monger.

This entire debacle never occured.

I will call off the fighters ASAP.