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Today, throngs of supporters gathered around the Presidential Palace, throwing confetti everywhere, as balloons soared into the air, fireworks crackled, and thousands cheered in the streets. Because many people would be drinking to celebrate this occasion, all police were on full alert in case there were any drunk drivers. Huge parades attracted hundreds of screaming, shouting, cheering citizens. The national anthem blared over the loudspeakers on every street, and many people stopped what they were doing and danced and sang along with it. It was a very happy day in Roach-Busters. Today was President J.L.'s birthday. He planned on throwing a huge party. There would be five cakes, each a hundred feet long, more than 5000 pies (50 types, 100 each), more than 10,000 gallons of punch, wine coolers, beer, soda, and hundreds of snacks, appetizers, and other munchies. J.L. had Secretary of Diplomacy Chong Moua mail invitations to every national leader he could think of.

(Yes, today's my real birthday)

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An aid ruchesin holding an envelope.

Aid: Sir, Priority 1 message from Roach Busters!

R.L.: *sigh* Arm the nukes, It's gonna be a long war.

Aid: no sir, it's President J.L.'s birthday.

R.L.: What?!?! I completely forgot! Call the dealership! Get a Corvette ready!

Aid: But that's what you sent him last year sir.

R.L.: Damn! How about a luxury yacht? I didn't give him one of those.

Aid: I'll arrange for it to arrive in their harbor in an hour or two.

R.L.:You do that.

The aid rushes out to get the yacht underway while R.L. takes an elevator to the roof. He then boards his private Blackhawk and is en route to Roach Busters. Chances are the yacht will arrive twenty minutes after he does.

Thank you, Ruthless Slaughter. J.L. is thrilled with the new gift. :p

Yawn.

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

We are sending you a Colt .45 engraved with your age and initials. It is made of silver but it can still kill things, have fun with it. Sergei cannot come, he's busy with his new ladyfriend... wink wink nudge nudge.
-Minister of Foreign Affairs: Rosta Einvach

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

We are sending you a Colt .45 engraved with your age and initials. It is made of silver but it can still kill things, have fun with it. Sergei cannot come, he's busy with his new ladyfriend... wink wink nudge nudge.
-Minister of Foreign Affairs: Rosta Einvach

Thanks. This'll come in handy. ;)

As a gift to the President J.L. he gets a free vacation to Greece and its islands! The government will pay for the hotels, food, transports and anything else.
-Nikolaos the Great, Emperor of Greece

OOC: Also happy birthday in RL.

The Blackhawk touched down on the roof of the RB Presidential Palace and R.L. stepped out. He then made his way to J.L.'s room to wish him a happy birthday personally.

As a gift to the President J.L. he gets a free vacation to Greece and its islands! The government will pay for the hotels, food, transports and anything else.
-Nikolaos the Great, Emperor of Greece

OOC: Also happy birthday in RL.

Thank you! (IC and RL)

(Btw, will Nikolaos will be attending the party?)

The Blackhawk touched down on the roof of the RB Presidential Palace and R.L. stepped out. He then made his way to J.L.'s room to wish him a happy birthday personally.

President J.L. walked over to the Blackhawk as R.L. stepped out. J.L. extended his hand and shook. "Thank you for coming, old friend," he said. "It's a pleasure to see you again."

Thank you! (IC and RL)

(Btw, will Nikolaos will be attending the party?)
Yes I will be attending the party. Where and when?
-Nikolaos the Great, Emperor of Greece

Yes I will be attending the party. Where and when?
-Nikolaos the Great, Emperor of Greece

Presidential Palace. It'll be starting momentarily. We look forward to seeing you. (The RP will last from today until a few days from now, not sure when; we'll just pretend it's all one, long party)

President J.L. walked over to the Blackhawk as R.L. stepped out. J.L. extended his hand and shook. "Thank you for coming, old friend," he said. "It's a pleasure to see you again."
R.L.:No, the pleasure is mine. If we hurry, we might get a look at your gift as it pulls into the harbor. My chopper'll get uss there in no time.

The two men climbed into the Blackhawk and it lifted off towards the harbor, where they got a bird's eye view of the twenty deck luxury yacht as it pulled into port. Across the port and starboard sides there were banners saying "Happy Birthday J.L.!"

R.L.: As you know we're an island nation, so ships are what we specialize in and this is no exception. We didn't name her, I figured you would want the honor. However, I'm guessing there is a party to attend, so let's heads back.

R.L. motions to the pilot, who nods and heads back to the palace.

Sorry, but I have to go. You guys can keep posting. See you all later!

Official, top secret, uber important statement-
Happy Birthday Mr. President! We're sending you a totally new Jagerari Mk 3. It's the look of a Ferari, with the Elegance of a Jaguar. Hope you like it! I'll be at the party in ETA: 1 hour.

Emperor Antonius stretched abck in his chair, and yawned. It had been a hell of a month. Wars here and there, assasination attempts, bounties, petty larceny. The works.

Suddenly a man rushed into the room.

"Telegram."

"Damnit, how did you get in here?"

"I'm the telegram guy. I can go wherever the hell I want."

"But what if you were an assasin or something?"

"Hmm. I guess that would mean you were screwed."

"Yes. I suppose I should do something about that. Anyhow, ahnd it over."

The man handed the letter to Antonius.

"Well, my old friend President J.L. Of course I'll go to that."

Antonius looked up. The telegram guy was discreetly holding out his hand, and coughing.

"What! You're still here? Do you have a cold or somethin? Go on. I'm sure you have other private homes to violate."

The dejected telegram guy turned and walke dout of the door. Antonius buzzed his eprsonal secretary.

"Natasha, get a chopper ready. I'm going to RB City. Hell, why don't you come too."

Antonisu stood up, and began the trek to the helipad.

"Sir

the king's Throne room:

Mail maid: Sir you got a letter from RB

King: well umm.. lets hear it

Mail maid: It's an invatation to Mr. J.L's birthday

King: Get my hover car and get me a linx (type of wild cat) he is sure to like ta linx as a pet.

Mail Maid: Yes sir

King: Oh Ya and Dont let J.L know that i'm Coming personaly

The maid sends a Radio Reply to RB Saying: The king is sending a Linx as a gift to J.L. and dont tell J.L. but the King will be ariving within the hour.

The mysterious leader of the Concordiat had never shown his face in public before, but this was too big an event to keep up the mascarade. The oldest of the Brown brothers who dominated Wirrawayan government, Coordinator Achilles Brown, would be making a personal visit to President J.L. to present him with his gift of a private Gulf-Stream jet. He quickly left the Monolithic Command and Control center and was whisked to private jet he was delivering to J.L, he would be arriving in a few hours.

OOC: Its his first appearance ever.

Congratulations. Please enjoy our gift of three Grenvali Main Battle Tanks, filled with camouflauge-bikini blondes. You know, army style!

President Mike Sarzo knew he was going to take a chance with his health, but he wanted to make the trip. After the celebration of Sarzonia's 1 billionth citizen ended [OOC: It's still not over, but just for the sake of this RP, it's concluded], Sarzo desperately needed some rest. But he didn't want to miss Roach-Busters President J.L.'s birthday party.

Sarzo scrambled onto Sarzonia One and ordered the pilot to fly "on the double."

He had worked hard to figure out something to give J.L. that was a worthy gift, but Becky sent him off with a promise that a courier would send something. Still, Sarzo picked up some of Sarzonia's famous apple cake as a gift to J.L., hoping he would at least like the stuff.

After seven hours of flight, the jet finally touched down in R-B City and Sarzo was off as soon as the secret service was in position. He walked briskly with the cake being handled by one of his more surehanded aides.

Finally, he was shown into the presidential palace.

"J.L., happy birthday," Sarzo said excitedly. The aide handed him the cake for him to present to J.L. along with a card that Sarzo and Becky signed.

Shah Khosru ran to his helicopter, President JL was having a birthday and Shah Khosru would have to attend.

A line of 10 helicopters took off from Parthia and headed to RB.

From: Emperor Christopher Hela Of the Arcadia Empire
To: President J.L. Of Roach Busters
Subject: Birthday Bash

Hey hey J.L.! What is shaking? Besides my fortress that is. Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday my man. Oh soon you'll be noticing an over flight of C-130's. Don't worry about it. The M1-A2's they are dropping via parachute are unmanned. They are gift to you. 50 brand new tanks to fight the oppressers with. Enjoy man and send me some cake. Peace.

Emperor Christopher Hela

^_^

The limo with a Greek flag and Roach-Buster flag pulled over at the Presidental Palace. Nikolaos walked out and headed towards the doors and entered to see many people from different nations.

"Those are some big cakes J.L. got there."

He spotted J.L. in the crowd and walked up to him.

'Hey J.L.! Whats up? Happy birthday also I got my sculptors to make a statue of yourself as another gift. Its purely made out of gold and the finest marble. Its around 5 meters high."

Dear J.L. (if we may be so informal)

Happy Birthday and thanks also for you input in the IDF & Generic Empire dispute. I'm glad we were able to resolve the matter. Unfortunately, we cannot attend your party as we are wrapped up with other guests at our 50th Annual Death Penalty games. However, as a token of our esteem we are sending you a 1955 Mercedes 300SL Gull-Wing. The car is in mint condition and has only 6,100 original miles on it. It may not be as fast or powerful as some of the newer cars built these days, but it is a show stopper and elegant to the extreme. We hope you enjoy it.

Here's a photo and article about the car (http://www.autospeed.com/cms/A_2143/article.html)

Sincerely,
His Royal Highness,
King 'Lude II

P.S. Chick dig 'em :)

President J.L.'s eyes became misty and glistened with tears of gratitude. "Thank you all for coming," he said, his voice hoarse and choked with emotion. "I am deeply touched that you all could make it. Thank you for the gifts. Of course, you have already given me the greatest gift of all: your friendship." He took out a long butcher knife and began cutting the cake. "So, who wants a piece?"

R.L.: In my nation it's customary that the person of honor get's the first piece. But, *he says jokingly* I'd gladly fight all comers for the second!

A great shadow was cast over the palace, as a gargantuan shape blocked out the sun. The great aerial monolith halted over the lawn in front of the palace. Upon closer inspection it was made clear that the beast was a massive airship. The bottom of the crew and passenger compartment opened, and a platform began to descend. Speakers appeared on the side of the cabin, and 'Welcome to The Jungle' began to blast out over the mystified congregation. A dark robed figure stepped from the platform.

The man approached the assembled national leaders, and cast off his cloak, revealing himself to be Emperor Antonius. Taking a set of keys from his pocket, Antonius tossed them to a nearby valet. The Emperor approached J.L.

"Happy birthday. The valet's got your present."

The Gulfstream landed in RB's capital and Coordinator Achilles Brown stepped of the plane into the waiting limo. The Aircraft was handed over to RB personell to be presented to J.L. The limo sped into the Capital and stopped in front of the Presidential Residence.

"Thats all my good man." said Achilles as he handed the driver a 10 dollar bill and exited the car.

He walked swiftly to the back of the house and was briefly startled by the appearance of a massive air-ship

"O, my, it must be Antonius, well he deserves to do what he wants after what he went through to get his position." his mind briefly wandered back to the Generian Civil war, before he pulled himself back to present.

"Ach, this is a joyous occasion, no time to think back to that."

He walked over to J.L.

"Happy birthday my friend, although this is our first meeting I've brought you a gift, its sitting at your airport right now, I hope you have many long years ahead of you."

He then turned to Empreror Antonius.

"Nice, to see you Antonius, congratulations on your success." he said as he extended his hand.

"Thanks again for the present, Antonius," J.L. said, shaking his friend's hand. He turned to Achilles and shook his hand. "Thanks. Glad you could make it. Now, who wants the first piece of cake? I'll wait to have mine until all the guests have a piece."

Achilles, hungry from his flight spoke up

"I'd like a peice, but you must have the first one."

Achilles, hungry from his flight spoke up

"I'd like a peice, but you must have the first one."

J.L. shrugged. "Well, if you insist." Then, before anyone could reply, he grabbed three plates (each with a piece on it) and handed one to Achilles, one to Antonius, and one to R.L., all at the same time. Then, he grabbed a piece of his own and dug in.

R.L.: *between mouthfuls* Your chefs have outdone themselves. This cake is excellent. Any champaigne to wash it down with?

"This cake is delicous." stated Coordinator Achilles after clearing the plate, "I second that motion for Champagne."

As the assembled dignataries ate their cake on the lawn, they were interrupted by the approach of a DeLorean slowly cruising up the drive. As the car stopped and the gull wing doors opened, they heard the sound of "Magic Carpet Ride" wafting from the interior. "Uncle" Duke Huey P. Long III himself stepped from the vehicle and approached president J.L.

"Sorry King 'Lude couldn't make it, but us cajuns never miss a party, 'specially a birthday party. Coordinator Achilles Brown, glad to see you here. Please assure president J.L. of our friendship and our sincerity in this gift :::holding out a piece of parchment::: on behalf of the people of Norleans, please accept this deed to one of the finer antebellum homes in the french quarter of New Orleans. Oh, and we hope you don't mind, but we've sent a transport to your kitchen entrance. It has been loaded with 500 lbs. of crawfish, 1,000 gallons of Jambalaya and 1,500 gallons of fresh, shrimp gumbo. We hope you and your guests are ready to dig in and learn to eat the cajun way."

Happy Birthday J.L. With Alvaradoland still getting adjusted to the new government, the invitation was not recieved ontime. We send our apologies and two of the finest thoughbread Clidesdales to celebrate this wonderful occasion!

Coordinator Achilles moved over to shake his friend and ally's hand

"Good to see you here Huey, I can't wait to try some of that good food ya'll eat down south."

Sarzo looked with a small sense of pride. The secret he was harboring was the fact that he himself baked the cake.

"I'll take a piece too, if you don't mind. After all, the one who baked the cake should be able to sample his handiwork."

Sarzo then got a piece and slid his fork into the cake. He slowly lifted the morsel to his mouth with his right hand, opened and guided the cake into his mouth.

I outdid myself this time, Sarzo thought as a subtle grin crossed his face. The smile was visible even as Sarzo chewed.

The King's Hover Car Lands At the gates to the Presedential Palace. with him he Brings a Linx on a leach. He walks to the gate keeper and says "Dose he Know i'm here? he gets a no from the gate keeper and walks in to the grounds heading for the party. He looks around for His Friend and finds him serving cake to the guests. He walks over to J.L. and Says "Hope i did not miss anything Exciting" he Waits For J.L. to Relize who he is. He then Says Here is your Gift. A wiled Linx Age 2 Trained to be loyal to you.

Offical Statement by the Grand Imperator

For the next 10 days, there will be massive celebrations in your honor. We have also asked that each citizen pay $5 dollars to be given to you as a birthday gift. The $2,855,000,000 collected is to be a gift to the president himself(although he may or may not use it to fund his government). We have also decided to give you the Spontag Archipelago, a string of islands off of the coast of our Quon Continent. The Islands have a small city, Spunkerbard, of 30,000 people on it, and they are all more than willing to accept your rule. We have some pictures of the Islands below.

Lake Pahow
http://www.playonline.com/ff11us/promathia/imgs/land/t_photo_05.jpg

The Sponhammer Gate, the Entrance to Spunkerbard
http://www.playonline.com/ff11us/promathia/imgs/land/tav_photo_03.jpg

Tastron Valley, the Location of the City of Spunkerbard and Tastron Castle, the intended home of the president
http://www.playonline.com/ff11us/promathia/imgs/land/bibi_photo_003.jpg

Happy Birthday!