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The following is an excerpt from live coverage of Election Day:

"Good evening, everyone, this is Dan Blather reporting from RB City. Today millions of citizens eagerly ventured to the polls to determine the new leader of this great nation. President J.L. was leading in the polls at 73%, and in a distant second was ultra-moderate radical Gerald Dean, whose middle-of-the-road extremism borders on fanaticism, at 9%. The other candidates barely caused a ripple. And- wait, wait- the results have just come in! The new President is-"

The studio room was plunged into darkness and all TV screens in the country experienced severe static.

Seconds later, Blather was back on the air. "-is...Saddam Insane? B-but wait, there must be some mistake, th-"

A deafening gunshot raped the silent evening as Blather's forehead exploded and spurted torrents of blood everywhere. He slumped to the ground, writhing in agony and praying that death would come soon. His prayers were answered. A flurry of machine-gun bullets brought his existence to a swift and brutal end.

A man with a scruffy, unkempt beard garbed in a red cloak picked up Blather's microphone. "Citizens of Roach-Busters, bow and pay homage to our new president-for-life, Saddam Insane!"

Back at the Presidential Palace, President J.L. was stunned when he heard the news. "Th-there's no way I could have lost so suddenly," he said. "How could I go from 73% to...to...ugh, there was no way Insane could have pulled off a victory like that so quickly!"

"Sir, we shall get to the bottom of this," an aide said. "We determine whether the results were rigged, and will notify you as soon a-"

The door slammed open and in stormed ten armored guards garbed in red cloaks. Rapid machine-gun fire resulted in President J.L.'s realization that the aide would never notify him, or even speak, ever again.

"Come with us, Mr. ex-President," one of the guards sneered, tugging on his arm.

President J.L. shrugged. "Okay," he said casually.

The guard had expected angry defiance; he was so stunned by President J.L.'s reply that he was caught off guard just long enough for J.L. to snatch his machine-gun and gun down all ten of the guards before any of their fingers could even reach the trigger.

He ran into the hallway, where Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Jennings awaited him. "Sir, Gerald Dean and all the other candidates are dead," he said grimly. "Each of them was beheaded and disemboweled...after hours of excruciating torture. Worst of all, Insane's men are spreading word that you are responsible. There are already riots in South City. It's gonna get ugly."

"That bastard," J.L. said through gritted teeth.

Jennings was about to reply, when Vice-President Cyprian came in and turned on the TV. On the TV, J.L. said, "Yes, I ordered the murders of the other candidates. Yes, I am officially stepping down right now. I urge everyone to obey Insane's every wish. The military is to begin receiving orders from Insane now."

Saddam Insane appeared on the screen and shot the fake J.L. "Attention, all members of the military," he said, sneering. "I hereby order the forced relocation of all citizens in this nation to the countryside, where they will be given further orders."

"Look, we have to get out of here," VP Cyprian said. "Premier Vang, ten members of your cabinet, and three generals have already been evacuated. There's a helicopter waiting right now."

"But I can't, my people need m-" J.L. stammered.

"Sir, there isn't time! There are tanks heading here as we speak! Insane's men have been ordered to shoot you on sight!"

And so J.L. reluctantly complied, and he, Cyprian, and Jennings went to the helicopter and were flown out of the country.

"Where to?" the pilot asked.

"Dailey," J.L. said. "Because we are members of the TBA Defense Alliance, I'm sure they will help us!"

"Well, you're no longer President, so technically, you ain't a member," the pilot said glumly.

"Well, we have to try. And if they turn us down, we'll head to our protectorate, The Orkin Man. Surely Insane's men haven't gotten there yet."

"Yes, sir."

In The Orkin Man, the President, named the Orkin Man, ordered the immediate mobilization of all troops and ordered their deployment to Roach-Busters to topple Insane before it was too late. 50,000 ill-prepared, vastly-numbered troops soon found themselves being shipped to their doom.

And in Roach-Busters, within ten days over 100,000 people were executed, virtually all political activists- conservatives, liberals, communists, fascists, etc.- were declared 'counter-revolutionary, unpatriotic radicals' were rounded up and sent to re-education camps, over two million people were arrested, and martial law was declared. Insane had consolidated his power and now had complete control of every one of the nation's now empty cities. The citizens toiled in the fields for twenty hours a day, gathering stones which would be used to construct statues of Insane that would line every city street. Even children were forced to work. Most either died of exhaustion or were killed for 'slacking off,' as were the elderly. Infants were killed on the spot for being 'pointless, worthless and unable to contribute to society.'

Unbeknownst to Insane, however, a few thousand citizens, heeding an intuition of impending doom, had gathered underground just before Insane seized power. Although armed with nothing more than simple knives, handguns, and even brooms, they vowed to do whatever they could to liberate their nation.

As for J.L., he is currently preparing a speech asking for international help in saving his nation...

(crickets chirp in the background) Well, this sure is a popular thread... (commence eye-rolling now)

Just a note: If anyone actually, miraculously does want to participate, feel free to side with either Saddam Insane's new government or J.L.'s government-in-exile.

We pledge our moral support to the government-in-exile. Military support at this stage has not been declared, but remains a future possibility.

Thank you, Kanabia!

As roach busters has proved a staunch ally, we will do what we can to quell the growing situation in the nation. The corporate military forces are being organised after the shift in structure in the nation. We will send word of deployment as soon as they are ready. Our forces will be prepared to spill blood for the safety of your nation.

Thank you very much, Generic empire. When and if J.L. regains power, he will do whatever he can to repay you for your kindness.

SPECIAL NOTE: All previous posts in this thread by 'Roach-Busters' were told through the perspective of J.L. All posts after this will be by the new government (until and unless that government is overthrown). President-in-exile J.L. will be acting through an RB protectorate, The Orkin Man.

(SPECIAL NOTE: Remember, this is Saddam Insane's government speaking, not the old Roach-Busters government. Thank you.)

As we speak, the RB Air Force is preparing to napalm each and every embassy in the nation. We resent the presence of foreigners, and pledge to destroy them all. The air strikes will commence in five minutes. If your embassy personnel are not evacuated by then, more likely than not they will be decimated!

(SPECIAL NOTE: Remember, this is Saddam Insane's government speaking, not the old Roach-Busters government. Thank you.)

As we speak, the RB Air Force is preparing to napalm each and every embassy in the nation. We resent the presence of foreigners, and pledge to destroy them all. The air strikes will commence in five minutes. If your embassy personnel are not evacuated by then, more likely than not they will be decimated!

OOC: I'll go out on a limb and say we have an embassy there.

Tahar Joblis will not stand for ruthless aggression upon our embassy. A flight is en route to pick up our citizens from the Tahar Joblissan embassy, and will arrive in approximately fifteen hours' time.

We will consider any violent action against our embassy to be an act of war.

Adie: JC! JC! did you see this!?

JC: what?

Adie: Here *she hands him a sheet of paper*

JC: ........ SMEGGEN HELL! When did this all start?!?

Adie: I think when for some odd resone all communation to the out side world was down.

JC: Damn it we dont need a nother crazy in this world Dispatch the army try to get in contact with J.L.. smeg....

Adie: YES SIR! *she runs off*

JC: where the hell's my beer?

(OOC: Gonna say I had an embassy because this looks promising.)

A lieutenant burst into the generals office. "Sir, our embassy in Roach-Busters has been bombed by the new government."

The general nodded at the lieutenant, who produced a folder containing all the intelligence that had been gained in a short amount of time. He read through it but stopped half-way. "Our people got out?"

The lieutenant nodded,"Yes sir. Last contact we had, they were going into hiding. Sir, they're almost all civvies except for the 10 SOMI that had been stationed there."

The general groaned,"10 regulars won't be able to hold off an entire army if they are found. We need to get some SOET and Black Sun down there."

The lieutenant nodded and asked,"Sir, will we mobilize our armor?"

"I don't know. Have them on standby at the airports. We might need to do some fast drops."

The lieutenant nodded and ran out of the room to relay his orders. The general picked up the phone to make the arrangements.

Damascus Airbase, Sigmala Desert

50 SOET were packing up quickly, grabbing all the supplies they would need for a possible extended stay in enemy territory. 5 Black Sun operatives walked about, completing whatever arrangements they needed for their mission. The SOET were unused to having ranking soldiers in the field.

Within five minutes, the SOET were all loaded into a SOH-3 Transport VTOL. The Black Sun were in a modified SOH-1. They were to get there before the SOH-3.

The craft slowly lifted from the runway, blowing sand in all directions. They flew off into the horizon.

(OOC: In case there was any question about my name, I'm modern/modern plus.)

"COME ON! MOVE YOUR ASS!"

The call to move just a little bit faster comes from a Triancian Marine, a Sub-Sergeant by the look of his insignia. It is directed to the crowd of Civilian's running toward the embassies makeshift helo-port. The three UH-1's already have there rotors turning, hovering inches off the ground as they wait to take on there cargo, and get the hell out of ground zero. As the civilian's load up, it is noticeable, that, besides the flight crew, and the yelling marine lucky enough to get the supervising job, there are none of the Embassy's protective staff heading to salvation. The Marine detachment and the TFPD unit were on a perimeter, with a few on the roof with obsolete man-portable SAM's, ready to defend the embassy, to the very end. Once the choppers are loaded up, the Ambassador gets on a Sat Phone, and contacts President Stanton. "Sir, we are loaded up now, and are en route to the RTS Roland II... Oh god, here they come..." The RB aircraft with there payload approach, too fast for most of the Air defenders to fire. Two Redeye missiles head off to one jet, which drops flares and evades. The others drop their napalm, which ignites on the Embassy...

A few thousand miles away, the only sound that can be heard from a silent cabinet room is the Ambassador on the SatCom, weeping. President Stanton covers his face with his hands, then looks up, to his Secretary of Defense and State, both. "Bill, Bob. What's the current situation?"

The SecState answers first, his voice strained. "We estimate that at least 30 died in that attack. Mostly civilians who couldn't escape on the Embassy's choppers. We could have gotten them out, but, five minutes...." His voice breaks. THe SecDef continues. "Uhh... We do think that a number of Marines and TFPD managed to escape the attack, judging from their placement at the time of weapons detonation. Of course, we don't know how long they will survive. We can only hope that they get to a resistence group, or this... The Orkin Man, a protectorate of the nation that the government in exile seems to have escaped to."

The president nods, and looks at a map of the Region, which has been spread over the table, and marked upon as status reports have come in. He points to a small group of ships marked in blue, right off The Orkin Man's coast. "What are these ships, here?"

The SecDef answers. "The 2nd Marine Expeditionary Force, sir, and there Amphibious Ready Group, lead by the Royal Triancian Ship Roland II, where the ones evacuated to the Embassy will be heading. There's about... 15 thousand marines onboard, with light aircraft and vehicle support. They have the best equipment we've produced so far... M16A1's, retrofitted M113's, and the UH and AH one's with rotor upgrades."

The President nods, and grabs a small marker from the table, uncapping it, and drawing a bold line to The Orkin Man's nearest coast. "See if you can't get me the old president, this J.L., and offer him our full support, starting with the 2nd MEF. Contact the new president and state that if he does not withdraw within 48 hours, he will face consequences." Stanton grins slightly. "And call up McArdo AFB. Tell them that we might be giving the Mercury an early field test."

The Correnians diplomatic envoy's office was errily quiet. Taking up the floor of one small office complex, the lights were on, and the personnel were working as usual. Several State Department aides unpack boxes in the background, as the chief diplomat converses with his Staff.

Near the door, two ununiformed Corrienian rifles (Infantry/Marine Corps) play cards on one of the unpacked boxes... listening to a report as demonstrations continue to mount. There is a crackle of static, and the transmission ceases. Corporal Lagasse taps the radio on the side.... "What the hell is going on here."

"Probably just a dead spot man. How many?" The Private-Regular asks, looking at the other soldier.

"Just give me one. And that fifty. I can tell you right now you won't be... needing..." The Corporal perks his head up at the sounds of light pops in the distance... followed by a boom. "Jesus...." He takes the radio suddenly and fiddles with the dial. "Hey! It took us an hour to get that station way out-"
The Corporal inturupts him, "Quiet!" "...Saddam Insane has taken over the government, and has captured the president in charge. He is now thre**** to b***..." The Corporal puts the radio down, and opens his coat, drawing his Browning High-Power Mk. III, and loading it, prompting the PVR to do the same... "Whats going on Brad?"

"We're F***ed, thats what." Legasse says, before moving towards the aides, "Mr. Ambassador!"

<OOC: Corennia's forces consist of a squad of 12 rifles, led by Senior Lieutenant Salles, with Corporal Legasse as his Sergeant. The Diplomatic Envoy is about 8 people, led by Ambassador Kelly Fitzpatrick. If you would like me to change any of this, just ask.>

ooc: I too, will assume I had an embassy.

'Holy Meshkrit!'

The Premier looked up, worried. He hated it when people sprang bad news on him.

'What is it Jukof?'

'Our embassy in Roach Busters has been bombed by the new government. There....there were no survivors.'

Sanchevski smoothed his beard, before swearing under his breath.

'We have lost a highly capable diplomat, and hundreds of nationals. Our honour has been slighted. This cannot go un-avenged.'

'Your responce sir?'

A minute of diliberation passed. Sanchevski looked folorn as he wieghed up the possibilities.

'The country is in a state of anarchy. Insane will not have complete control over the military nor the air-force. I want a massive retalitory strike against outposts of the new regime. This genocidal behaviour cannot be tolerated.'

'Yes sir.'

The Nightsky over the Roach-Busters Capital

Twenty S-5's emerged from the velvety blackness of the night. Below them, the city stood twinkling with the impression of normality, yet the fires of burning embassy's and other buildings could be seen at this altitude. In the third plane, a young pilot began praying.

Sweet Providence, He throught angrily, We will not forgive them for this crime

Simulataniously, the planes pulled out of formation and began the bombing of their select targets. Missiles streaked from the sky targeting palaces, ministerys, and the other symbols of the new regime. With their work done, the planes pulled back into a retreat, and into the night sky.

Ah, brave new government of Roach-Busters, the Ghargant Empire shares your... dislike of foreigners. As a result, we help no-one, however our hopes go out to you and your cause.

Boots clod up the stairs as the rifles hurridly lead there diplomatic staff up to the roof of the building to claim the high ground, as the sounds of battle had drawn closer. No one was expecting this. Not the Corporal, not the SLT, and certainly not the ambassador. A blunt, plainly spoken man, who wasn't exactly on the top of the State Department's list (This wasn't a choice assignment for anyone.) Had uttered a string of curse-words when he was told what was going on. Even a few the Rifles didn't know.

Reaching the roof, three soldiers hang back to guard the diplomats, as the squad spreads out to secure the location. Once thats done, the diplomats are brought up... and shown the streets below...

"Good god." Fitzpatrick breaths... turning around to the Salles, "Lieutenant! You have to get us all out of hear. Call our Navy! Get some chopper-" Salles shakes her head, "Sir! You know /damn/ well were out of the range of any other military forces. I'm surprised they sent us..."

"Theres got to be a way... theres just..." The Ambassador stops, and looks up at the approaching whump-whump-whump of chopper blades, fearing that the new government was conducting an ariel assualt.

Cheers rise from the group of rifles, in a brights and brilliant "HUZZAH!" The other aides look up, confused at what the group of crazy-gun-wielding army guys could be happy about.

"Its the royals! The RTMC! (Royal Triancian Marine Corps)" Yells a PVR enthusiasticly, emulating the mood of the Rifle squad. CPL Legasse raises his pistol into the air, and fires once, twice, three times, trying to signal the choppers, "HEY! OVER HERE!" The aides start waving their hands in a desperate plea... seems things might be looking up-

The *zip-ping* of rifle fire sends the group diving for the ground and cover, one aide getting caught by two rounds into the chest. A PVT looks over the roof-top cautiously, "Red-capes? F***in' red capes!"

"OPEN FIRE!"

With Salles yell, the clatter of G13A4's ring out about the rooftop, as the Rifles go into there defense.

Notquiteaplace is disgusted by saddma insane's actions and dont belive that any man would admit to killing all those people and yet leave vixtor untouched. We also have a few eye.. *OOC: coughcough spy sattelites* s one your country and say some strange movements.

We are assembling a small task force to aid the president and any othe rmilitary action. We are deciding on what as we speak.

Notquiteaplace has readied the following to assist you.

They are not deployed, but if military action is required by us we have the following ready for action.

It isnt much for a large paranoid nation, but if every put a few forces liek this together, if action is needed we can restore power in moments.

Its also a well balanced force.

12000 Rapid response infantry in APCs
2000 infantry in helicopters
200 NQP MBTs
250 NQP light tanks
200 pieces of misile artillery
100 pieces of howitzer (105mm) artillery
300 AA misile units (lightly armoured tansk with AA misiles)
200 AA Frost cloud (low targets with longe rand 30mm cannon) units
100 ANti infantry tanks
50 superweight tanks
2000 transport trucks for reasources

naval
10 heavy transports
60 light transports
12 Piranha corvettes
10 shark firgates
2 hammerhead A frigates
2 Hammerhead B frigates
5 Hawk class destroyers
2 Eagle class destroyers
1 Dolphin class light cruiser
2 Dragonfish class cruisers
1 AA dragonfish class cruiser
1 Ridgeback anti misile cruiser
2 Marlin class light aircraft carriers
1 Spinefish class carrier
6 nail class anti sub submarines
2 Seadragon class submarines

If an airbase can be found we will also have

64 NQP interceptors
48 Long range attack fighetrs
48 Fighter bombers
8 stealth fighters
2 Stealth bombers
2 B52 bombers


They will be ready when we give the orders, and are being positioned as we speak.

OOC: where is your nation in RL terms?

The pilot of the lead UH-1 from the evacuations swivels his head immediately upon hearing three gunshots, searching around for a potential sniper aiming for him from a building. He finds the source on the top of an office building, squinting to identify the people. His Co-pilot speaks up. "Hey, the Correies! That's who’s down there! A bunch of the rifles and there diplomatic staff, I think."

The pilot nods, still looking at the window. "Yeah, but why are they cheeri-... Ohh, my god... They think we're here to pick them up..." A look of anguish appears on the pilot's face, which is deepened when the Correnian force starts taking fire. "We'll have to keep course. Even if we did have any space left on these overloaded birds, it's too hot down there to pick them up...." The pilot shakes his head, and the Huey's head away, out to the sea...

Lieutenant-Captain Rachenko swore at the carnage left, reloading his M16, and surveying the situation. Of the thirty royals and 12 Fed Police that had started to escape the embassy, 20 of the marines and 7 policemen had died in the napalm strike, and ensuing firefight to secure their position. That left 10 Triancian Marines, and 5 police, lightly armed in hostile territory.

The LCPT looks up to the sounds of three shots, almost masked by the receding rotors of the helicopters. He notices the building, and tries to recall what was there... The Correnian envoy and a group of rifles. /Well, if we are going to survive, couldn't hurt to link up with that group.../ Then the gunshots from the office building. /And save there asses in the process./

"Marines! It's seems the correies have gotten into trouble, and now they need us to pull their backsides out of the fire!" Rachenko makes a move with his hand, and the group of fifteen move at a jog, to reinforce hopeful allies.

OOC: I will pause for any response that the thread orginator might want to make.

(SPECIAL NOTE: Remember, this is Saddam Insane's government speaking, not the old Roach-Busters government. Thank you.)

As we speak, the RB Air Force is preparing to napalm each and every embassy in the nation. We resent the presence of foreigners, and pledge to destroy them all. The air strikes will commence in five minutes. If your embassy personnel are not evacuated by then, more likely than not they will be decimated!

In the midst of a war with CorpSac, Sarzonian President Mike Sarzo saw the reports of the situation in Roach-Busters and frowned.

"Once more onto the breach," he said grimly.

He sent the following message to the incoming "government" of Roach-Busters.

"I am giving you one warning and one warning only. We have a military force over in Roach-Busters at the request of the legitimate government of the country. If you so much as harm one hair on the head of a single Sarzonian, you will pay a very grave price."

He ordered the military forces in the base in Roach-Busters to mobilize and intercept any Roach-Busters Air Force planes, whether they were intended to attack the Sarzonian embassy or not.

He also sent the following message to former President J.L.

"Right now, I can't promise you safety in Sarzonia herself, but if the situation there is safer, I can offer you asylum here. I will work to make sure that our embassy is safe from attack."

OOC: Correnia will also pause here, as I think some input from the moderator is nessacary.

*In a televised speech before the Chamber of People's Deputies, Premier Alec Mannerheim asks for a declaration of war*

"I ask, that the chamber declare, because of this unprovoked and cowardly attack, by the RB government, on July 14, 2004, a state of war between the People's Republic of Sevaris and the Republic of Roach Busters. I pledge to the people of Roach Busters that we will aid them in any way possible, to overthrow their oppressive dictator, and to aid their true leader, President J.L. As Prime Minister Chamberlain said many years ago, May God bless us all on this venture, and may he defend the right, for it is evil things that we should be fighting against, and I am certain that the right will prevail."

Sevaris will deploy the following forces to aid the RB govt.-in-exile.

LAND
70,000 Infantry
250 Medium tanks
300 Light tanks
125 Artillery Pieces
And other small transports and other mechanized vehicles.

SEA
6 Destroyers
4 Cruisers
8 Submarines
1 Battleship
10 Frigates
1 Aircraft Carrier

Air
1 Fighter Wing
3 Bomber Squadrons
36 RV-1 Attack Helicopters

"Oh" General Jango said, whilst suspiciously eying up the corporal. "And um, what do you want me to do about it?"

"Help the poor, defend the weak, that kind of thing"

The General sighed in exasperation. You could'nt get the staff these days. Most of his corporals were the sons of rich, wealthy CEOs of various corparations.

But he could turn this to his advantage...

"Dismissed, Corporal"

The corporal gave a curt nod and left the room.

Offical Message to all supporters of the government in exile

The Psychotically-Induced State of Dimmimar pledges it's support for Saddam's insane government and gives them it's full support.

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The missile silos opened up and spewed 67 Cruise Gamma missiles onto Sevaris....

E.T.A
5 hours and counting

*State Intelligence Service hears of the information and passes it to Premier Mannerheim. When told, the Premier turns violently ill.*

"General Andropov, is there anything we can do," asked Premier Mannerheim.

"There's always the final card," General Andropov answered.

"I am not using nuclear weapons- not now, anyway. Couldn't we use fighters to shoot them down?"

"The only fighter fast enough to catch it would be the SAI-4, and we only have 42 of those. The others are in production, Andropov replied,

Mannerheim asked, "How long 'till the missiles arrive?"

"45 minutes, sir."

"Deploy them. Destroy as many as possible," Mannerheim ordered.

And so, the planes took off to meet the missiles. They managed to shoot down 59, but 8 of them got away and smashed into the capital, Kalinsburg. More than 300,000 people were killed, and 1/3 of the city was leveled.

the Chamber of People's Deputies was then called for an emergency session. Premier Mannerheim is expected to ask for a declaration of war against Dimmiar.

"So...another civil war that threatens global decency. What is your response this time?"

General Crassus waited before the High Council, waited for orders that would send him and five Legions of Legionairies overseas to the growing tension in Roach-Busters and its' procetorate, the Orkin Man.

"How high have casualties run so far?"

"A century of Legionairies were killed in the attack on the embassy, along with Senator Vidarius and his entire staff. Unaccounted for civilians number seventy-five."

Crassus stood to speak. "Honoured Councilors, our people have been attacked and an unknown number of them remain inside Roach-Busters. We must act now to save them and put a stop to this maniac before he continues this destruction."

"General Crassus, what do you propose?"

Crassus smiled, this was the opening he had been waiting for.

"Praetorians can be deployed to search for and extract our citizens from Roach-Buster while the rest of my army is deployed to the Orkin Man, as a defensive force for the government in exile. Once forces are in place, we can await further situational developments. But at least we'd have a force in place."

The High Council quickly approved of Crassus' preliminary plan.

"Deploy an entire cohort of Praetorians onto the coast of Roach-Busters, stealth is of the essence. Infiltrate the last-known coordinates of our citizens and get them out of there. That is your objective, no need to engage rebel forces at this time."

"Legions, we are being asked to deploy to Roach-Busters for a mission of peacekeeping. Akin to the action we undertook earlierthis year in the nation of Lightning Star, we are going to prevent a civil war coup from spilling over and spreading his mass destruction. You have trained well and are ready for this. You have excellent Consuls who will react quickly to the situation at hand. We are liable to quell this uprising within the month and we shall return home to a safer Triumphus. That is all."

As Crassus prepared the Legions for action, the High Council sent a request to the government of the Orkin Man asking for permission to intervene alongside their forces.

Unfortunately, due to war with other nations, Grenval cannot help out its great ally in this war for the time being.

SBS NEWS FLASH- Premier Mannerheim speaks before the Chamber of People's Deputies.

"As you are all aware, earlier today, our country was ruthlessly attacked by Dimmimar, merely because we were sending troops to aid a fellow nation in its time of need. And so, I must ask for a declaration of war against Dimmimar, for the MASSACRE of 300,000 innocent Sevarians. I call on all freedom-loving nations out there to help us fight back the tide of terror that has just been unleashed. I am also authorizing national conscription, to defend our homeland from threats at home and abroad. Lastly, I have authorized a 50 billion Proletarian Credit missile-defense to prevent such tragedies as Kalinsburg from happening again. May God help us all in our noble crusade, and, VICTORY TO THE PEOPLE!"

As it would seem, what was merely a local war is rapidly engulfing the world...

A messanger come to the Most Serene Senate of Veladonia bringing the news of a civil War immediatly the debate begins and Lucio Dandolo,one of the oldest member,take the word all the Senate was impressed:
Senators!Veladonia interest as always is to open market and make profito though a political of economic aid,as we know Saddam Insane is now the dictator of Roach-Buster.What a marvelous occasion for sustain the legittime president and drive Saddam Insane back from his seats,we know that helping the democracy,democracy will help us with good tariff,and maybe esent tax product.My proposal in fact is to send all the economic aid possible,to allow the democracy to conscript as units as possible.Veladonia must open to the externe,our industry must be everywhere!Senators our call is come,Veladonia must become an internation economic power,and all nations must recognize that.!
The votation in Senate was quickly,Dandolo's family was one of the most influent in the Senato,The Oligarchy decides,Economic Aid will be sended to the legittime democrat president,Veladonia decides his future,an international future....

The silos opened again and another 600 Cruise Gamma missiles headed towards Kalinsburg...

The Dark Nexus feels that Dimmimar has gone way too far. The nuclear strikes will stop NOW or your nation will become a senic parking lot. Our chemical, biological, and nuclear stockpiles could destroy the world two times over. Don't mess with us.

OOC:
They are not nuclear weapons!

I.C:
The Dark Nexus fails to realise that our MADEA system[ £90,000,000,000 of military anti-nuclear missiles] could wipe out anything you throw at us.

Back off, or become intercontinental ash!

"Evacuate the city. We have no choice. How long until we can deploy the ABM system," inquired Premier Mannerheim.

General Yuna Downing, chief of the Sevarian Air Force, entered the room. "My department tells me we can deploy them within hours---but we do not have enough of them. We've only 300. Our factories are working overtime- production rates suggest we can make 550 missiles a day- but we've just started production."

"Very well then. Deploy what we can. I and the rest of the government will take cover in the bunkers underneath the city," Mannerheim said.

"Very well, sir. Godspeed." General Downing hurried out to the command post.

Premier Mannerheim and other members of the government hurried down to the bunker, waiting for the terror to come. Then, two hours later, it came.

Missile upon missile rained down on the city, killing thousands and damaging and destroying 95% of the buildings in the city. When the onslaught was over, Premier Mannerheim climbed out of the bunker.

"Sweet mother of God...", he whispered as he looked out on the ruins of the capital. Then, he spotted some soldiers trying to raise a flag above the captial. He ran down to assist them, and they raised the Sevarian flag above the ruins of the Chamber building.

Mannerheim then got on the radio: This is Premier Mannerheim. Call the Dimmimar government- ask them what their conditions would be for an armistice.

Sorry, everyone, but this thread officially ends now. I can't even access the forums as The Orkin Man- or any other puppet for that matter- and this whole thing has just devolved into a bunch of nations bickering and bombing each other for reasons unrelated to this thread. So, consider this thread dead. Put a fork in it. Done. As far as I'm concerned, none of this happened. Sorry to waste everyone's time.