NationStates Jolt Archive

(this is a new attempt after my first RP was abbondoned.I'll try harder this time.This one will be a game in which you create characters set in this Imaginary nation which I have made.I am terrible at starting these,and am very wishy washy,so please try and bear with me.I'm better once I start playing.I have never really gone on that long with an RP of my own creation actually,so please be nice.I not really done this much.)

Alright.Ok,let us begin.I'm not good at beginning things,but I shall try my best.

The nation of Eldria(top of my head,I'd like to see you think of something better...actually,If anyone has a good Idea for a name I'd much like to hear it) is estimated too have aproximatly 29 million people,(although theres no real way of knowing)about 3/4 of them live in the dense urban centers scattered through out the nation,the rest of which are mostly farmers.The majority of the population is poor.Eldria has been deep in civil war for a number of years,since the collapse of the not so memorable semi-democractic goverment.It has experienced many such civil wars.It's rather common to have lived through at least one.(P.S.Infastructure is in shambles)

The countries vegetation is north american in the far east, and in the center and west(I understand this is rather far fetched and am totally unconcerned).The deeper jungles that remain untouched are home to a number of indegenous tribes,who often venture into the cities to trade and such,although many of the tribsmen move into the cities permantly aswell.Tribal leaders are some of the richer people in the country.Eventually,when you travel out far enought to what would be the border,you reach a large sand dessert,completly barren,and for as far as anyone knows,goes on forever.There are legends of giant oasises around which are fertile land,and of a place where the desert again ends and turns into rainforest once again,but whose too know?And yes,that means they have never had any contact whatsoever with any other nation,with the exception of a couple of bordering countries in much the same situation,and all sourounded by the same endless dessert,but they are not really important for now.I will make them up later should the need arise.Right then.Onward.

So,during this perticular civil war,their was a perticular warlord who had footholds all over the country,who protected the places which ,he was in charge of,who made sure they were fed,and who also was extremly good at trade and negotiation.He was a terrible general,but compensated by engaging talented tactictions to command his troops with his wealth.While other warlords fought each other furiously,strectching their resources ever thinner,this perticular warlord became more and more popular,as he did not engage in the vicious battles that killed so many, and quickly militarized and built his forces.Then,as the conflict raged on,his forces sundenly commenced a series of violent attacks against all of the opposing warlords,who until then had barly taken any notice of him as he tried to avoid armed conflict.The other warlords were quickly crushed,with almost nothing remaining of their forces.The victorious warlord then declared himself Prime Minister of the nation,and moved forces into every city,vowing to bring upon widespread reform.



This warlord's name was Alexander Thompson.

The RP will basically be about the country and whats going on and such.If you'd like to play,please do so.Create a character with perhaps a little backround story and such,childhood,whatnot.(I'll keep writing stuff and stuff as we go)I suggest you start off as normal citzen's(why does everyone have to be a superhero?Where are all the milkmen?)You can work your way up,I suppose,but let's not start at the top.I'd also like to clarify that I reserve the power to veto anything.So go nuts,but if I feel something is unfair or whatnot I will bring it up and we can talk it over,fair enough?Please play fair,and please don't be too critical,this is the second one I started and the last one was abbandoned.Please play with me,It will get better!I'm so lonely....lol

OOC: It's kinda strange to RP with an imaginary nation

............how do you mean?

damn....

count me in, give me some time to create a character, will post a bio soon.

Ah!Thank you,how kind of you.You are always there to bail me out Tappee.Thanks again.

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Name: Brittany Thunsin
Age: 12
Bio: Born at the out set of the civil war, all Brittany has known is war. Raised in the harsh realities of war it has made her cold and distant from others. With the death of her both her parents with the exception of her older brother she finds herself alone. Due to everything that she has faced she finds it hard to trust others. Brittany tends to act on impulse, and is often perceived as being spoiled.

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Name: Jake Thunsin
Age: 18
Bio: Remembering times of peace Jake sees the world differently then his younger sister. With the death of his parents at an early age Jake was forced to grow up faster then what a young man should. He has taken on the responsibility of caring for his sister. He is both intelligent and outgoing.

I am open to suggestion, and may change the character traits a bit, but mostly will stick to what I have here.

Bumpiti-waywos

I be here soon.

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Name: Brittany Thunsin
Age: 12
Bio: Born at the out set of the civil war, all Brittany has known is war. Raised in the harsh realities of war it has made her cold and distant from others. With the death of her both her parents with the exception of her older brother she finds herself alone. Due to everything that she has faced she finds it hard to trust others. Brittany tends to act on impulse, and is often perceived as being spoiled.

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Name: Jake Thunsin
Age: 18
Bio: Remembering times of peace Jake sees the world differently then his younger sister. With the death of his parents at an early age Jake was forced to grow up faster then what a young man should. He has taken on the responsibility of caring for his sister. He is both intelligent and outgoing.

I am open to suggestion, and may change the character traits a bit, but mostly will stick to what I have here.


I said what happened to all the milkmen!Dmnit,everyone turns out so isolated and cold no matter what I do!

Just kidding man,I like them,they're quite well written.Nice drawings too.Did you draw it yourself?They nice.


Thousands of troops rushed frantically around on foot in the "capital"(basically just the largest city in the country,situated in the exact center of the nation),fighting with looters and local gangs.A small Irony,the newly instated Prime Minister was once an extremly loyal member of a rather large and violent gang in his youth.And it's rumored that the new goverment is too be Primarlily composed of these gang members(but go knows how the rumors got out).Massive quantities of food were brought from the country side into the cities using trucks(as the train system is all but destroyed) too feed the masses,and for several weeks it was distributed using ration cards.Of course,you can always trade things for food.In a number of days,money regained its value,as there is now order,although soldiers still patrol the cities.Shops have re-oppened that except money instead of goods,although most will bargain with either.The goverment still distibutes food to the needy,but it is obvious they plan to begin selling it for profit soon.Also farmers markets are opening all over the place making food easily available.A good number of these shops are bars/restaurants,serving there universal easily brewed cross between cheap beer and cheap vodka,high in alchohol content,extremly unhealthy,with a decent chance of blinding you if you get a bad batch,seems to be the only alchohol available,and the local riff raff shuffle into the bars as they did before the conflict broke out,and the conflict before that(although in the nation's culture,drinking is rather frowned upon,aswell as in most oost of the major religions,which I will make up later).New luxury items have become available from street vendors,such as radio's and for those who can afford them,Television sets,although they are hard to afford as about half the population is unemployed with no source of income at the moment.Fire arms are no longer permitted to the public,and the are being confiscated as fast as possible by the soldier's,and as far as they say,their will be extremly unpleasant penalities for those violating the gun laws(that applies to all the normal things too,you know,military grade weaponry and whatever else.by the way,feel free to suggest better Ideas than this or anything with which you have a problem.Or perhaps a name for the country.Or anything you can think of,I open to better Ideas than mine.)

Over the radio,our nation's new and eleightened leader gives a "passionate" speach,broadcast on every station,aswell as every TV channel.

"Most respected citzens of "name of nation pending",as you may know,I,Alexander Thompson,have finally liberated you from the clutches of the evil,power hungry,inhuman and unpatriotic warlords that once plagued this great nation.My righteous army,with me at their head,have crushed these violent madmen,forever freeing you of their sensless violence and corrupt leadership.I have now instated myself Prime Minister,(underlying message: and plan to make a more solid and organized goverment soon),but for now,I must concentrate on rebuilding our great nation.I will rebuild our nations infastructure,help the needy farmers,so that we may feed every citzen and not just the soldiers of the rich.I promise you that there will be jobs for all,bussiness and industry shall rise out of this chaos.I promise to you that a change is coming!I will lead "name of country"into a new age of prosperity!

Now,you must have noticed the soldiers keeping order and protecting you that now walk the streets.They are there to help you.Please comply with there orders for your own safety,and go to them if you have any problems.For the safety of the people,I have found it neccessery to outlaw the posseision of weaponry entirely(as in guns,bombs,but no,we won't be taking the criket bats and kitchen knives).I have granted a one month amnesty to the owners of illegal weapons,in which time you may turn in your weapons to goverment officials without facing persucution.After that though,those in possesion of illegal weaponry will be persecuted..........."you get the drift.Just pretend I said that alot more charismatically.Oh,about the amnesty,the same thing applies to drugs(heroin,crack,unecessary sedatives,steroids and so on) which have now also been made Illegal but you may turn them in before months end for destruction without persecution.

Here a little problem I have.I want to move the national reformation forward,but don't want to do it so fast as so that your characters cannot keep up.Well anyway,I'll try to slow down a bit.Feel free to start playing now.Can't wait too begin.And anyone can join any time.If you have anysuggestions or Ideas,please,by all means,tell me(I.e non stupid name for the country).I will now just write a few quick notes.

(People of this country do not really have cars/trucks what not.The only people who would really have cars would be the rich,the goverment and perhaps people who use them in a bussines,like plumbing or something.Plus fuel is hard and expensive to aquire at the present.

Most of the people in the urban centers live in apartements and travel by foot at present.

The tribes I will go into more detail about them later should the need arise.

There are a number of mainstream religious groups,but at present they are also not that important as far as I can see.Anyway,can't wait to play soon.)

I'm really sorry that that's so long. :(

sorry about that.

Its really not as long as it looks,its just that I used the quote and it looks real big now.

TV is on.I am watching the TV.

Bumpiti-waywos

you want to play?

Okay,who took my cigars?I was gonna sell those,give'em back.

Give'em back,really I mean it.

ghettofabulous mouthwash.

Larry King wallet

There was gentle warm fall breeze the Jake found refreshing as he took a seat on the steps leading up to the house. It had been a long day and Jake was looking forward to taking some time to relax. He had left at sunrise heading down to the market to get some food with his Ration cards, it would appear that everyone else had the same idea, by the time Jake had got to the market there was already a line up hundreds of people deep. But such were the way of things, he eventually got the food that he had went for, and in the end that was all that mattered.

Without warning the step that Jake was sitting on gave way, causing Jake to momentarily become trapped. Struggling for a moment he was soon able to break free of the steps clutches. He swore under his breath, not because of the incident, but because he would now have take the time to make repairs the step. A look at the rest of the house reminded him that there were other things to worry about. The house, if one could even call it that, was old. With a single bedroom, a kitchen, and no bathroom it wasn’t much, but at least it was something to the forces of nature at bay. All but one of the windows had been blown out by near by explosions, there was no door, and Jake was sure that a family of rats had taken refuge under the floorboards. This is was the only remaining thing that Jakes parents had left him.

Not wanting to dwell on the past he turned his away from the house, and outwards towards the city below. Living on a hill provided such a wonderful of the city, a city that lay in ruins. Giant metal skeletons stood as quiet reminders of the once glorious buildings that had once stood there, the material that had once been there flesh been stripped away either by fire, or by the elements. Giant craters scared the landscape; there were even some crater with in crater. The war had ripped the country apart at the very fibres of civilization; it had pushed humanity to the very brink of insanity. They now stood at the edge of cliff, with a single wrong move they would fall, and chaos once again rule the day. Jake could not help but wonder if salvation was even possible anymore.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by a figure walking over the crest of the hill, Jake could barely make the person out due to the sun setting in the back ground.

“You late, I told you to be home an hour ago” yelled Jake as his younger sister was within shouting distance.

“I don’t have to listen to you” Quickly shot Brittany “Your not the boss of me”

Jake could not help but sigh, he let his head fall back; he grew tired of always having this conversation with her. “How time do I have to tell you not safe”

“I can take care of myself” responded.

As so the two began a heated debate on the topic safety, and soon the argument spilled over into other subjects. While at the high point of the argument Jake noticed a group of shadowy figures making their way over, Jake knew who they where without the slightest hesitation.
“Brit, I want you to go inside, there are soldiers on the way”

“No” answered Brittany in her usual stubborn tone

“Get in the house, Now” yelled Jake, the anger could be easily heard in his tone.

During the entire argument Jake had never raised his voice, doing so now only showed the gravity of the situation. Turning on her heels Brittany ran into the house. Momment later the soldiers were at the door.

There were three soldiers; only one was wearing a uniform. From the appearance of the uniform Jake guessed that the man wearing it was not the original owner, like weapons that they were carrying the uniform most likely had changed hands a number of times.

“What can a do for you?” asked Jake calmly

The man exchanged glances for a moment sizing up the young man that stood before them, after a few tense moments the man in the uniform spoke. “We are here to collect any weapons that you might have”

“We don’t have any, all we have in this house you see behind me” quickly answered Jake

The man in the uniform looked past Jake, and surveyed the house, then though for a moment. “Very well, but be warned you have one month, after that if you are caught with weapons there will be consequences” he looked at the other two men “lets move on”

As the solider walked off into the sunset Jake went into the house and took a seat at the kitchen table.

Brittany looked out around the corner “What did they want” she had know her brother long enough to know that something wasn’t right “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing” there was a brief pause in his response “Nothing at all”

wow man,your a wonderfull writer.You even worked with the crappy laydown of the situation I wrote and work it all out,incorperated it into your thing.Man,you should save your writting somewhere.Your trully great at this.Man,and the soldiers,you described like,exactly what was in my head.Great work man,trully excelent.Thanks so much for playing with me.By the way,say that I say something like that makes it go forward like a couple weeks,a month or whatnot,feel totaly free to backtrack and role play something like before or in the middle or whatever.In fact,your such a good role player,just do what you want and I'll bring something up if I feel it unfair,and we can discuss it.Oh,and vice versa.

K,wait,I be writting up something real quick.And rember,feel free to backtrack and whatnot.Whatever's good for you,right?

The new Prime Minister acted swiftly,ancious to comence his reforms.He was in exactasy(the feeling,not the drug).All his childhood dreams and fantasies of power,all his plans,would finally come true.Finally.This was his time.He couldn't work fast enough.He remember the times in his beloved cousins basement,were they would talk about politicaly ideology,things that they could change for the better,their dreams of a totalitarian state.And now,it was true."This is gonna be a reign to fuckin' remember,Jordan." he confided to his close friend."Damn right,Alex,your damn right."

The widespread unemployement was an upside to him.He used it too his advantage.Millions of people,clamoring for work all around the country.Thousands were brought from the cities to help kickstart the farmers and build massive agriculteral projects that would also create jobs and in turn communities,and that would make certain farmers extremly wealthy.The same thing was done with mines,lumber camps and mills,ect(although the Prime Minister has already made a number of national nature reserves,but who reall cares?).The also built hydro-electric dams that produced a large surplus of electrical energy for the cities,re enforced power lines and cables all over the countries,rail roads and stations,massive prison complexes several km out from the city,and military bases(and training camps) in the country side.Sometimes they were bused out of the city and bussed back by goverement busses,sometimes they would leave the cities for several month contracts in camps and then return.(of course,these things arn't done yet,but thats what were starting anyway.Not done yet though,just starting all at the same time,sorta.Get what I mean?You know,like,nationwide projects here)

Inside the cities,jobs are also being created.People are needed to run the power plants and whatnot,but more importantly are the following.
The goverment is building broadcasting centers,newspaper headquarters,hospitals/clinics(free crappy state run healthcare for life!)goverment shops(and assitance to local private run bussiness springing up),train stations,repairing water pipes and pumps,and a large number of factories.Plus,military bases and gargantuan military complexes are being constructed INSIDE the cities,and huge garrisons are being moved in,with plans to start recruiting soon.Also,goverment buildings and prisons are being throw up inside cities around the country.Also,arimies of builders are being recruited and set to work at building massive,low rent housing projects on the outskirts of town,bassically expanding the entire city/s(this is being done nationwide also,but at least 4 times more in the capital.Still need a name for this country by the way.And yes for those who know me,I am recreating my childhood sprawling slum on the outskirts of the cities.So many goods times there,guys,my childhood made me what I am toaday.Sorry,I just love my home,nothing I can do.)

How does the goverment pay for all these insanly expensive endevours?They have borrowed massive amounts of capital from a number of powerfull tribal and religious leaders,in exchange for the promise of goverment favors later on.And the lenders don't intend to be lead on.

And so commences a great number of largescale national projects.Guess well see how it goes.

Ack,I have once again posted something much too long.I apologize.

(Post Scriptum,the goverment has plans to abolish the ration card system once enough people are employed longterm.Goverment also has plans to create a public welfare system,aswell as re-build the national media,re start(goverment run) mail services.If anyone else would like to play aswell,feel free.Also has plans to re-build and reform the military)

i'll post tomorrow after work

k.sounds good.

Hammertime!!!!!!

Breakitdown!!!!!!

In a narrow city street,cluttered with shop stalls of every kind,a bullet proof lowrider(hey,that could be an album name....)with tinted windows rolls slowly through,blasting MC Hammer(ok,some things may not be entirely consistent to what I wrote,but come on,you can't take away my music and pretty languages),not drawing much more than a couple glances from the shoppers and shopkeeps,who quickly turn back to their bussiness.Inside,the Prime Minister and his good friend reminise about their childhood.

"Hey,Jordan,remember when the police did all those strikes on those on P.O.I's grow ops,we couldn't make any money for like a mounth,so we solicited all those donations to help inner city kids and kep all the money?Hehe."

"Yeah,I remember Alex.Good times,good times."says Jordan,who is currently driving the car,as the Prime Minister has never learned to drive.

The keep moving at painfully slow pace,the crowd parting with reluctance to let them through.

"Hey,hey hey!!!Jordan,stop!Look at that stall!LOOOOOOK!"Jordan stops the car in front of the stall."What Alex,what?!"

"Look!"says the right and Honorable Prime Minister as he hops out of the car,followed by his friend."Look at these things!These are sooo cool!"says Alexander,looking at the middle eastern swords on display in the stall(come on, you can't take away my large blades and pretty languages!)"These are beautifull!" he says,picking up an ornate but sturdy blade with arabic phrases carved into it.His friend watches him cassually as he fiddles with the blade a bit and says to the shopkeep"This one is real nice,do you make these yourself?"

Now,Elias the shopkeep had no Idea who these men were,and was even more confused by their appearance,as the both wore shiny purole shirts without sleeves that displayed numbers,and with a drawings of some sort of monster on the front(he had never heard of the Toronto Raptors),but it was obvious that they were rich,as they had a car.He hadn't sold many of his nicer more expensive swords lately,most of his income came from selling cheap ciggarettes,gum and machetes,but was rather hopefull now,as the potential buyer seemed to appreciate quality."Um,yah,my father taught me."

"No shit..."said the tall white red haired man,still examining the sword."That must be real hard.You make these beautifully,man."

"Um,thanks."was his reply,still taking in the appearance of these strange men.He noticed that there pants and shirts were much to large for them,which was also strange.He then noticed that that might be so that they could conceal the 9mm pistols they had in there waistbands.
"These are pretty nice."said the slightly taller black man with curly black hair,picking up a sword and examining it."You make these from your home?"

"Yeah,I got a workshop in the bathroom of my apartement."He replied

"These real nice...."said the red haired man."What you think,Jordan?I think we should get one each.I personally REALLY be taking a liking to this one.

"Hmm" said the curly haired man"Yeah,maybe..."

"I'm gettin one."said the red haired man.It sounded like he'd only recently become wealthy and couldn't wait to fill that void in his life with nice things that he'd always wanted."How much you want for this one?"

Elias named a price,and the bargaining began.The rich man was not really good at bargaining,and eventually laughed and said"Man,you are good.Ok,I'll take it at this price."and he forked over the cash,which was more than Elias had expected to get,as most rich people didn't get that way by paying bloated prices.

The curly haired man was a better barginer than his friend,and Elias got slightly less for the sword than he would have liked,but then the man gave him a extra couple of hundreds to "help him through these times" as the man put it.As they were about to get in the car,the red haired man said"Hey Jordan?Wait,yah know Jagjit's kid?He's turning sixteen soon,right?"

"Yah."said the curly haired man."So?"

"Well look at this!"said the red haired man,holding up a beautifully made Kirpan,one that Elias had worked very hard on."This one is really nice!These are hard to find now days,espicially nice ones."

"True..."said the curly haired man.

"Let's get it.Jagjit's been trying to find a nice one for weeks."

"Alex,don't you think we spent enough money today?"said the curly haired man.

"It's nice,I get it for him."said the red haired man,and after another quick bout of bargaining,the red haired man gave up and once again payed a bloated price.Elias was exstatic.This was more money than he'd made in two weeks!He quickly hid it in the back of his tent,under a mattrese that he slept on during breaks.The two men thanked Elias profusly,and said to keep up the good work,and after friendly goodbye's they left once again in their armored plated car.It would be an entire week before Elias found out who he had just done bussiness with.

Back in the car,the two friends started talking once again."So Alex,you find money to build you new thing,what'd you call it,the Dreamway Irrigation system?"

Yah,those tribal leaders are great,I already got builders too,they start real soon.This will make BIG profits in the longrun man,not too mention boost crop production........"

I was gonna make a little story about I guy who worked at a factory,but I'll do it later.

Once again,I apologize for the length of this post. :(

ooc: No need to say sorry, anything of value should be of some length

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Jake slowly made his way through the crowded streets of the city, there was little hope of catching as bus. Since very few people actually had the means to afford a car, most were forced to take the bus. Unfortunately had yet to catch up to the demands that were being placed on it. Deciding that it would be faster to walk Jake cut into ally.

Unlike the main part of the city, the ally’s had received little, if any of the infrastructure budget. It was dark and dirty, the smell of backed up sewage filled the air. It was so foul the smell Jake had to fight back the urge to vomit.

For a moment he considered taking along route, but in the end this was the fasted way home, and he had to get there as soon as possible to make sure that he made dinner for his younger sister.

It seemed like an eternity until he finally got out of the ally way, due the smell he took a breath and held it for a few steps in attempt to avoid the smell. As he came out of the ally way he took a deep breath, the fresh air was refreshing. After catching his breath he continued on his way.

As he past a particular store he took note of the car that was parked outside. It was far nicer then any other then he had seen before. He stopped for a moment just to look it over, while staring at the two men who Jaked assumed where the owners of the store came out.

It wasn’t hard for Jake to figure out that they were the owners of the car. Based on the style of clothes that they were wearing and car, it wasn’t all that difficult.

It their arms where a numbers swords, items that one could easily see were in violation of the weapons ban. Then again what other did were of no concern to Jake, they were obviously rich and could buy their way out any trouble.

Noting that night fall was soon coming Jake hurried along his way.

Ah,thing about MC Hammer and The raptors was a joke.And all that non-sensical crap is just my equivelant of "bumping".Sorry if that was confusing.
I post something here in a second.

As the Prime Minister sat in his penthouse apartement,where he had been living secretly for some time for lack of any official capital building,while listening to a foreign radio show,he had a suden realization.With his newfound(stolen from the people)wealth,he would never,NEVER have to staple a pair of pants back together and wear them to work ever again.You cannot possibly conceive how happy he was.

Elias the sword vendor,despite the large sale he had made to the rich men in the supped up armored plated lowrider(really,who the hell would drive a car like that?Its not practical at all.....) was still having a tough time.Not only did it take him quite some time to make new swords for his shop,seeing as his equipement was what you might call sub-optamal to say the least,he was selling less and less ciggarettes every day.Some one else,in a big shop in the same general area,much larger than his,seemed to be making them cheaper and consequently,selling them cheaper.Before entering his apartement building,Elias stopped at the comunal water tap outside the door,washed his face,and filled a plastic water bottle he'd been using for a while.As he climbed the stair to reach his hallway,he noticed the derranged homeless man who lived in the stairwell following him closely,not saying a word,but stairing intently,as though he were confused about something and was waiting for him to answer it.Elias turned around,hesitated,then pulled a couple dollars out of his pocket,quite a bit for a struggling craftsmen like him,and handed it too the man."Here yah go,buddy,buy yourself some healthy food."The man accepted it gratefully,and stuffing it in his tattered coat,which he used as a bag too hold all of his possesions,which were few in number,said to Elias"Thanks so much Micheal.I swear I'll pay you back real soon,I promise.Say hi to Jackie for me,eh?"Thats what he said every time.To everyone.Elias sighing,said"Sure,no problem man.Take care."

"You too,Charlie,take care!"replied the man,turning a corner to go into the basement hallways.

Elias,with one final sigh,turned and went up to his apartement.



Gumaste watched his young tribesmen drill tiresly,firing at targets and darting through obstacle courses.These kids were such Idiots.He bet that they had no godamn clue what they were getting themselves into.He truly wished that he had some real soldiers to command.But no matter.These kids would do,after he whiped them into shape that is.The two way radio set that they had in their jungle camp didn't seem to be working well,but from what he understood,his operatives in the capital would be done their work soon.They better not cower out at the last minute,or,the gods forbid,spill to goverment his plans.Other wise,well,who knows what would happen.Best not to think about it.Anyway,as cowardly and incompetent as these stupid pimple faced teenagers were,they were some of the most dedicated followers of his dogma he had,hand picked by him.They were good kids,they wouldn't fuck up.

Bruce had not being having that much luck lately.After his parents had kicked him out,he had been mugged three times,not that he had anything to take,and his girlfriend had been raped by some asshole rogue soldier.Now,that soldier had been properly disciplined,shot too death more precisly,he had seen it done,the commander wasn't one to let injustice go around like that,but all the same,that didn't really help him.But at least he had this job,which might turn out well.In the goverment type building,inside a large room,the foreman,or whoever he was,had given a long lecture to the group of about six hundred or so young men on what theyed be doing and their saleries ect,he'd sorta zoned out halfway through,but it didn't really matter,he knew where he was going.He'd landed a job in a workcamp out in the middle of nowhere,building part of this crazy as national railway system.He'd be bused out there with a ton of other young men,work for six months,getting part of his salary to spend in the shops at the work camp,and at the end of his contract,he would bus back with all those others who didn't want to renew,and collect 80% of what he'd earned in a lump sum.Then he supposed he'd go and rent an apartement with his girlfriend,settle down,try to land a job here in the city.He'd have some friends in the same work camp who signed up for a job a couple weeks before.From what they told him,the speech this guy had given was short.The other guys had,in addition to talking about the contract conditions,had said stuff about how this was patriotic and they'ed be able to tell there grandchildren about how theyed help "Unite the country".Bruce guessed the guy who'ed talked to him and the guys here wasn't as thrilled with the new adminstration.Hmm,whatever.He took a deep breath,then,carrying his small bag over his shoulder,he shuffled out of the room with everyone else.Or he would have,if,at exactly that moment,a young man with long black hair had not exploded with enough force to blow off the most of the left half of Bruce's upper body.

Elias sat down on his worn couch,listening in shock to the one radio station that was broacasting,reported that a suiciede bomber had killed 30 young men at construction job briefing,and injured close to 100 others,including the foreman.Also,it was reported that an undisclosed number of militants attacked a convoy that was bringing workers out of town to work on a prison,overpowering the military guards and slaughtering almost everyone,about 700 people!No,not militants,counter-revolutionary forces,Elias corrected himself,well thats what the radio station people said anyhow,which was confusing as Elias has been unaware that there was a supposed revolution.Man,this stuff was REALLY cliche,but still,disturbing nontheless.

Gumaste was elated.His test had been a complet success.He'd found out bassically what his troops were capable of.Soon,in a couple of months even,he'd be able to launch his offensive,and finally free the Mar-gin tribe's homeland from the rule of this devil nation,namely Name Pending.Screw all those other softy Mar-gin chieftain who'd been corrupted by the Name Pending's fanatical Ideals,he and his allies were the followers of the righteous past,and those who did not follow him in his quest were sinners and abandoners of the faith,the first ones who will be consumed by the hell demon in all his hungryness,while he and his followers would go to the highest level of paradise,were only the greatest heroes were.Finally,the Mar-gin would have an independant nation in which to prosper.Ruled by him,of course.

The goverment forces were in panic,running around insanly again,getting absolutly nothing done.The "anti-reformist forces" had not really left man clues to their Identity,so the dangerously weak goverment had not target.But the "counter revolutionaries",oddly enough did not strike again for some time,so the only thing they could do was speculate.

I still think I'm making these too long,but if you say so....

"It their arms where a numbers swords, items that one could easily see were in violation of the weapons ban."

Actually,the weapons ban was really only for military grade weapons,you know,guns,bombs and the like.But not for that kind of thing.You can't keep people from having knives and such.

And when I was talking about buying the Kirpan for the guy,that was because at around 16 Si'kh children join the brother hood and our required to carry one.Just to clarify.


The Prime Minister carried on his massive national projects,oblivious to the fact that he was losing money at an alarming rate.He would really have to do something.Maybe some of his neighboors to the north would give him some capital in the form of aid.Then again,maybe not.Not that it mattered right now.What mattered now was finding a headache pill.Running a country is very stressfull,he thought,and this is turning out to be a nightmare.I think I should get some sleep.

I will post again soon.

very soon.

very soon indeed

Ooc: if you feel that your posts are too big, then write them scene by scene. For example the part where the PM in his penthouse, that’s one scene, which would be one post. The next scene would be another post. Make it easier to read, and write.

Ic:
The sun was setting, and an orange glow filled the sky, if Jake had not been so tiered he would taken time to enjoy. Instead, the setting sun only reminded him as to how late it was, it had taken him much longer to get home then even he had anticipated.

Stepping over the broken step he was reminded to the fact that he still had yet to fix it. The truth was that he had been so busy with work, just trying to make ends meet that he didn’t have time for such trivial things.

Opening the door Jake noticed a rather pleasant smell in the air. He was surprised to see that Brittany had taken the time to make diner, since Jake had been running so late

“You late” said Brittany when she saw Jake come in “I was worried sick.”

There was a sarcasm in her voice that Jake didn’t find overly funny, truth was he didn’t like being mocked, especially by her. “Now you know what its like” answered Jake, he pretended that he hadn’t noticed her sarcasm.

She went to object, but Jake took a seat at the table, he rested his head on his arms, which were folded on the table. He looked like he was suffering from pure exhaustion, so she quickly changed the subjects. “There is talk going around about attack that occurred at a camp” she returned to her cooking “They say that another war maybe coming.”

Jake laid there still as could be “So, what your point?”

“So” His words seemed cold to her, she had thought that he would have shown more interest “What are we going to do, what if they come here?”

Closing his eye’s Jake thought for a moment, finally he sat up “Brittany, we survived the last war. If there is another war then we will survive that one as well. We are survivors, not soldiers” He got up from his chair “I think that I’m going to skip dinner and get some sleep.” Walking in the bedroom he closed the door. As the door closed and silence fell over the room.

wow,you never cease to amaze me.You write up these wonderfull pieces of art in almost no time at all,it seems.Your a great writter.I always look forward to reading your posts.About the scenes,thats actually quite a good Idea,I hadn't thought of it.It would certainly be easier for people to follow.Thanks.Oh,I think that maybe some other people may join soon,but maybe not.Just thought I'd mention it.Oh,and a question.When you talk about him going to work,where is it exactly that he works?or what does he do rather?Is it unimportant so you didn't bother too think of it,or is it some sort of special type situation that you had planned to reaveal later?Just wanted to know.

oh huzzah!300 posts.Thats good,I suppose.Or does it just mean I have been wasting alot of my time?

here wait,I post soon.

The right and Honorable Prime Minister of Name Pending had yet another headache.Everything was going nightmarishly wrong.THere was not supposed to be mysterious young men attacking innocent goverment employees.His national projects were supposed to be well underway,he was supposed to have nationalized mass transit and fixed it,making him look good,his propaganda campaign was supposed to be running like clockwork.What the hell had gone wrong?Last time he and his unofficial members of the goverment had met at the military base where they currently held there meetings,the entire thing had been a total disater.First,his friends had critisiezed him profusly on how his projects were stupid and would never work."Help small farmers,Alex?Why do that,when you have made tons of gargantuan agricultural plantations?"had said Simon,his unofficial finance minister,who he did not perticularly like.He only employed him because he had had some troops to contribute,and was ythe only one he and the others knew who could crunch numbers.Alexander was about to say something,when he was cut off again by the increasingly annoying accountant"Alex,we have enough food without those smalltime hicks,we have a surplus in fact!"which Alex knew,because he had designed the plan and that had been one of his major aims."But no,you give these things to greedy farmers,who exploit the workforce while becoming increasingly rich!How much of those massive,expensive projects did you pay for that we don't own?Alex,what we need to do is do away with these evil landlords and turn these into collectives!Its the only solution!"he said even though Alexander HAD kept a large number of them as his estates.The finance minister went on and on about how Alexander and his men were fools,and how communism was the way to true prosperity,ect ect ect.And then,a very disturbing thing happened"Alex,I'm trully sorry,but your leadership is damaging and corrupting the country almost beyond repair,and I don't know about you,but I am an extremly patriotic person,and cannot allow this too continue!"and on que,a number of soldiers loyal to Simon entered the room,carrying riffles and moving in to arrest Alexander and his clique.Furious,Alexander went for his pistol with surprising speed,and for a split second,thougth about shooting Simon,but then decided self preservation was more imprtant then revenge and nailed a soldier in mouth with his gun,which was a lucky shot seeing as Alexander was terrible in every way with guns.He saw that the others had also done the same,firing on the surprised soldiers and not giving them much time to react.The rest was a blur,but when it all came back into focus,guards loyal to him were in control of the situation,most of the soldiers who had attempted to arrest him were dead and being draged away,he was bleeding heavily in the upper leg,on the same leg were he'd been shot long ago,in around the same place,and,his final realization was that he was kneeling over the dying body of his childhood friend.

The Prime Minister sat once again,for maybe the millionth time, in his apartement,annoyed more than you could know,with another one of his frequent migraines.The recent chain of events had been very frusterating and complicated,leaving him drained with no time to rest.After putting an end to the shortest attempted coup d'etat(maudit keyboard anglais...)in history,he had had to arange for his friend too be safly gotten out of the country and too a hospital in their northern neighboor of Smilic,where he was checked into a first class hospital using public money,whic was in short supply due too the reforms and building that the Prime minister was doing,aswell as the fact that he hadn't instated a tax system yet,as he didn't feel that everything was stable enough.He had rounded up the supporters of his former finance minister,which were few and easy to find,and imprisoned them,to be dealt with later.And after all that,he had had too do another meeting in which they had too get things done.Now,Alexander liked his job,but he was not a workaholic,and he wasn't really pleased with the recent happenings.His little gunfight in the army base had given him a reputation as a badass,which was perhaps just as well,he thought,but anyone who knew him knew that that was far from the truth,him included.Again,he had been met with more attacks on his workers by these goddamn guerrill fighters,and although the increased guard he had deployed for....everything had killed the most of them while protecting their posts from any real damage,and sent the rest fleeing,it was really pissing him off.Most of the attacks seemed to be coming from the southeastern forests,but he really wasn't in position too mount any sort of military campaign at the moment,so he decided to buy himself some time by employing a technique that his current army was REALLY good at.Cramming an area with landmines really quickly.

This headache was fucking killing him.He almost wished he hadn't given up alchohol.Almost.

Chieftain Gumaste(pronounced Guma-stay) was having all hell of a bad time.After the first few successfull attacks,the goverment had caught on and had posted neauseating amounts of guards on the obvious targets,leaving his latest attacks as miserable defeats.And on top of that,he couldn't move so much as a godamn truck with having it explode because of one of those fucking goverment landmines.He was,of course,exagerating,but it was making it very inconvenient for his "Freedom fighters" as he liked to call them.He couldn't belive that the goverment would fill its own country with freakin mines.Who was expecting that?Well,however they'ed decided it,he was left to work around it.

Elias sat on his couch listening to his radio,too the one station that was available a the moment.He couldn't belive what this guy!There new "Prime Minister" was a fucking crackpot.Prime Minister?He was the only minister!He was the only godamn goverment official too be seen,and no one new a damn thing about him!He just sat in the shadows spending money like a fuck on things that didn't make sense.Like that train system.Who was gonna use a train?Who can travel?People have to stay where there jobs are.Elias hadn't remembered trains being around for,well,since he was seven years old.That must have been...what,14 years ago now?Anyway,this guy was freaking crazy,and all his friends agreed.Prime Minister,ha!Elias sure as hell didn't see a parliment anywhere........

OOC: ow that hurt my eyes plase put space after comma's fullstops and alike makes it so much easyer to read (by that i mean dont do this,ok but do this, ok), i know im being picky but im Dyslexic and its hard to read all that you typed.

Anyway onto my characters:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/corpsac/images2.jpg

Name: Markus De'Clare
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Hight: 5'9"
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Background:
Markus knew a time once of peace but when war broke out he joined up to the side of Alexander thinking his family would be safe. He couldnt have been even more wrong, when Alexander's forces started the attacks his hometown was first to be layed ruin by the short campaign. His mother, Father and his 2 sons where butchered by unknown forces some say it was Alexanders men others say one of the other warlords but after that Markus left the army and went off to the Desert. with the years that followed Markus used his skills as a Crook and Merc fighting for anyone who would pay him the right price. He vow that he would see the murders of his family pay for there crime and not let one live, so far he has killed 2 of the men tho he still dont what warlord they where following but when he finds out he will kill them if there not dead already.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v378/corpsac/Eichi.jpg

Name: Eichi Grendal
Age: 42
Sex: Male
Hight: 6'1"
Hair: none
Eyes: Brown
Background:
Eichi was never part of the war as such but more of a Merc for Alexander's forces for things that they didnt want to be linked to, at the end of the civil war Eichi left to settle down. But his plans didnt work when he was out one day to the near by city a band of bandits attack the villiage and murdered his wife and son, leaving no one alive in the village. Eichi and a few men, Markus included, found the bandits and killed evary last one of them not allowing a single one of them to live. After that Eichi and Markus became good friends going on meny a eventures with each other become rich in doing so, Eichi vowed that he would stay by Markus's side till death took him.

Commets welcome

oh,you want too play with us,wonderfull!

I trully apologize about the typing,but I have no Idea what you mean.Everyone always talking abou the typing and I don't know what they want me too do with the typing.I trully sorry,I will try to improve.

Nice writing.I liked the fact that your character was working on things to which our army wanted no connection too,as there are alot of things to which I do not wish to be connected too.I don't know if the army would have killed your parents,but then again,in war,innocent people always die and mistakes are always made,so its entirely possible.But I very much doubt that we would actually know your getting revenge.But you always have time too....

Just two things here though.1st,The dessert is almost completly barren(well,except for perhaps the legends,maybe that could turn into something later,but...)and is not really habitable.I suppose you could live there for a while,but you would have too go back too resuply often.

And second,you say there getting rich?I guess you could,but theres not much too get rich on.I suppose yo could though.I write next thing soon.

oh,you want too play with us,wonderfull!

I trully apologize about the typing,but I have no Idea what you mean.Everyone always talking abou the typing and I don't know what they want me too do with the typing.I trully sorry,I will try to improve.

Nice writing.I liked the fact that your character was working on things to which our army wanted no connection too,as there are alot of things to which I do not wish to be connected too.I don't know if the army would have killed your parents,but then again,in war,innocent people always die and mistakes are always made,so its entirely possible.But I very much doubt that we would actually know your getting revenge.But you always have time too....

Just two things here though.1st,The dessert is almost completly barren(well,except for perhaps the legends,maybe that could turn into something later,but...)and is not really habitable.I suppose you could live there for a while,but you would have too go back too resuply often.

And second,you say there getting rich?I guess you could,but theres not much too get rich on.I suppose yo could though.I write next thing soon.


OOC: By rich i ment with things like food, supplys, Fine Luxurys etc and they do go back to towns and alike from the Dessert to get supplys, plus there camp they make keeps moveing with them they rarely stay in one place longer then needed.

OOC: By rich i ment with things like food, supplys, Fine Luxurys etc and they do go back to towns and alike from the Dessert to get supplys, plus there camp they make keeps moveing with them they rarely stay in one place longer then needed.

oh,oh cool!See here guys,at least someone understands what rches are when the little paper bills go out of style!Nice my man!I was beggining to wonder f I was the only oe who understood how things work when the goverment collapses.

by the way,I send you a telegram and posted a thing in yout Chinese Exclusion Act thing that is realting to this,if you are interested.WOul you by any chance be interested in continueing too play tonight?I am on probation,you see,and have much time on my hands without much too do,and itis most frusterating.

If you interested in cotinuing tonight,I'm here.I can see my television from this computer,so I'll be here.

oh,and one more little thing,remember what I said?About the milkmen?

Just joking,keep it up.

OOC: By rich i ment with things like food, supplys, Fine Luxurys etc and they do go back to towns and alike from the Dessert to get supplys, plus there camp they make keeps moveing with them they rarely stay in one place longer then needed.

wait,how long does one really NEED to stay in a barren dessert when I built massive apartement complexes all over the country?Huh?whats that about?

Just joking.I'm sorr.Its a commercial.

OOC: why would one want to stay in the city when one is an outlaw you telling me someone whos a Merc would be welcome by your goverment....even ones that kill anyone they dont like, my people are not nice people at all no, not in a long shot.

You have people?ok,having a non-goverment indorsed assassins cub wouldbe illegal,but unless we actually know about all that stuff(killing those soldiers,whatnot) then no oes really gonna be looking for you.

By the way,I guess if you have people,a perticualr tribal leader may have some job for you.Just being logical.See you around I suppose.

ooc: this is what Japanese States meant. As per our conversation I edited one of you post, and made it much easier to read


The right and Honourable Prime Minister of Name Pending had yet another headache. Everything was going nightmarishly wrong, there was not supposed to be mysterious young men attacking innocent government employees. His national projects were supposed to be well underway, there was the nationalized mass transit, and not to mention the propaganda campaign. This all was supposed to be running like clockwork, what the hell had gone wrong?

It had been awhile since Alex and his unofficial members of the government had met, today they where meeting at the military base, this is where they usually held there meetings. However, unlike all the meetings before the entire thing had been a total disaster. First, his friends had criticized him profusely on how his projects were stupid, and that they would never work.

"Help small farmers Alex? Why do that, when you have made tons of gargantuan agricultural plantations?" said Simon, his unofficial finance minister. Alex had never particularly liked Simon, but he only employed him because he had had some troops could be contributed, and was the only one out of all the others who could crunch numbers.

Alexander was about to say something, when he was cut off, again by the increasingly annoying accountant "Alex, we have enough food without those small time hicks, we have a surplus in fact!"

Alex knew this to be true, because he had designed the plan; it had been one of his major aims.

"But no, you give these things to greedy farmers” shot Simon “who exploit the workforce while becoming increasingly rich! How much of those massive, and expensive projects did you pay for that we don't own?” Simon was becoming increasingly cynical in his tone “Alex, what we need to do is do away with these evil landlords and turn these into collectives! It’s the only solution! "

Alexander had kept a large number of them as his estates. The finance minister went on and on about how Alexander and his men were fools, and how communism was the way to true prosperity Alex found this to be a very disturbing thing.

"Alex, I'm truly sorry, but your leadership is damaging and corrupting the country almost beyond repair.” Proclaimed Simon “I don't know about you, but I am an extremely patriotic person, and cannot allow this too continue!” As if on queue, a number of soldiers loyal to Simon entered the room carrying riffles, and suddenly made a move in to arrest Alexander and his clique.

Furious, Alexander went for his pistol. There was a brief moment were Alex hesitated, but in the end self preservation took over. With surprising speed, he unleashed a volley of shots. One nailed a soldier in mouth, which was a lucky seeing as Alexander was terrible in everyway with guns. He saw that the others had also do the same. Firing on the surprised soldiers had not given them much time to react.

The rest was a blur, but soon it all came back into focus. Guards loyal to him were in control of the situation; most of the soldiers who had attempted to arrest him were dead or being dragged away.

he was bleeding heavily in the upper leg, he'd been shot in the confusion. He suddenly came to the harsh realization was that he was kneeling over the dying body of his childhood friend.


It is what you wrote, but now it is easier to read.

oh,ok.

ok.I plan to make continue on with the RP here,do a couple thing,ya know?

Goverment reforms coming soon!(too a republic near you!)

Special thanks to the following for inspiring me in life:

Julius Ceaser

Joseph Stalin

Mao Tse-Sung

Alexander the great

And extra special thanks to the hundreds I forgot to mention here.

It was a warm fall day; the leaves on the trees were starting to fall. Shades of red, yellow, and orange now covered the ground like a blanket. Children’s laughter filled the air, recess was the most convent part of child’s day.

The new school currently under construction served as a backdrop for the children’s activities. Today they were playing dodge ball on the schools newly created tarmac.

Flurries of balls were being thrown back and forth as each side struggled for supremacy. When it appeared each side had gained the advantage, the weaker team would catch a ball, and bring one of their fallen teammates back into the gain. So it went back and forth until only three remained.

At the last possible moment Brittany ducked as a ball went flying over her head. She was last remaining member of her team, and there were two opponents facing her. Out of the corner her eye she saw one her opponent coming in for an attack. As he realised the ball she tuck into a ball rolling to side as the ball hit her former position, she had seen soldier do the same thing a number time before. Coming out her roll she grabbed a ball that was sitting on the ground, with the ball in hand she threw it at the nearest target. Surprised by Brittany’s speed the kid had been caught off guard, there was a loud thud as the ball hit the kids shoulder shooting off in some random direction.

Cheers could be heard coming from Brittany’s teammates, now there was only two, and it was now an even fight. For a brief moment the two just stared at each other sizing each other up. Brittany was the first to make a move, going for a nearby ball, but her opponent had a ball that was closer. As Brittany grabbed the ball on the ground she looked up just in time to see a ball coming towards her. In an act of desperation, she brought her ball up and used as a blocker, deflecting the ball. Using her momentum she turn and threw her ball. Time itself seemed to slow down as the ball made its way towards the target, it caught the girl just on the foot.

Overcome with emotion Brittany threw hands up in the air, “YES” she yelled over top of the cheering.

Her opponent caught to her feet “I’m not out” proclaimed the girl “It hit the ground first”

“Not it did not” answered Brittany “You out, fair square”

An argument soon broke out to if the ball had indeed hit the ground first, both sides believed they where right.

“As if I would ever loss to a poor filthy girl like you” shot the girl obliviously trying to provoke Brittany.

Brittany raised her arm, causing everyone around her to go silent “What did you say” asked Brittany.

“I said that you are dirty” quickly answered the girl. As series of ‘ooooohs’ could be heard coming from the crowd.

Calmly Brittany took a step forward “I may be dirty, but at least I don’t have blood all over my face.”

The girl cocked her head to the side, obliviously confused at what Brittany was saying. “what do you mean…” but she was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

Brittany swung out, connecting squarely with the girls nose. Immediately the girl fell back, the blood pouring from her nose. As she hit the ground Brittany was on top her, feeding her more and more shots. A brief struggle ensued as the crowd tried to get the two apart, it was not long until a nearby teach had to step in and break things up.

It was all coming together.Finally,everything was,in the words of Bob Marley,"gonna be al righ' ".

The attacks on goverment construction workers had stopped for the moment,and Alexander was convinced that it was because of his own brilliance.And finnally,the A.N.P(allied northern principalities,vagualy resembling the E.U.) and the U.S.(Unified States) were finnally talking about giving him some economic aid after ignoring the plight of his people for who knows how long.Of course,the were still arguing and debating,but he was confident that they would eventually get the money too him.But he'd be damned if he were too listen to the strings that they would attach.Ha!Yah right,they act as if the bloody civil wars don't exist for his whole life,while helping his poor neighboors to the south because its more "economically feasable".Who did they think needed more help?The sixty million of Name Pending,or the 8 million of some obscure southern nation going through a little crisis?Those bastards.He'd do enough to extract more aid out of them,but no more than that.

The PM and his unofficial goverment met in the upper floor of a nightclub that was closed up,as it was day.After the greetings and irrelavent chatter died down,they got too bussiness.

"Right gentlemen"said the PM,followed by a gurgle of laughter from his ensemble"let us begin.This"he said pointing to a dark haire man who had been following him quietly"is Joseph.He's the guy I was telling you about,the chief of the project?You know?"this was met with a mutter of anxious confermation."Ah,yes,well,we finished it.Um,you see these here?"he said spreading out a blueprint of what appeared to be some sort of gun on the table."Behold!It is complete!The NorthStar ausault riffle!"he said comically."Um,but really,this is it.See,I had the Idea,and Joseph here helped me work it into reality.Um,see,its like,the perfect weapon because you see,well,um,Joseph,could you explain?"

"Uh,certainly"said the dark haired man nervously,stroking his thick mustache."You see,um,its an all purpose weapon sort of.You see,it,well.

1st,it is reasonbly powerfull weapon,with good range,holds lots of bullets,and works perfectly for what we need it for.Plus its pretty light.

Second,it is easy to figure out,take apart maintain ect,a child could do it,its devilishly simple,Not many parts either.Anyone could use it,hell you could probably figure it out even if you knew nothing about guns.

3rd,it is extremly durable,and can take alot of punishment and work just fine,and easy to repair if needed.Could use the same one for years.

On top of that,very cheap to make,and the bullets were making will be compatible with it."

"Well,these bullets will be compatible with everything.You see,we are making a whole different number of North Star weaponry which will fit the the same basic plan,no need to train the soldiers how to use their guns more than needed,no need to have nice weapons break...We'll make these these the staple of our army!"chattered the Prime Minister excitidly.And then thought"designing weapons,Alex.....father would be so proud!"(noticedall I described was a Kalishnikov.hehe!)

And after a great deal more discusion on the production and distribution and other such things,which the other really got into,the PM then had the room settle down,and then asked the cryptic question"Ok,now on a heavier note,is IT all prepared and ready to go?"

Jordan spoke on behalf of the others"Absolutly everything is in place,Alex,just got to dot the Ts and cross the I's."

"Great!You sure?You looked over everything?You know how I miss stuff."

"We're sure Alex.Nothing to worry about.It will all fall into place soon."

"Wonderfull!Well,Joseph,guys,were done here,lets go get something to eat."

And with that,the Prime Minister,his clique and the confuesed engineer all departed to find a safe cafe.

It was a warm fall day; the leaves on the trees were starting to fall. Shades of red, yellow, and orange now covered the ground like a blanket. Children’s laughter filled the air, recess was the most convent part of child’s day.

The new school currently under construction served as a backdrop for the children’s activities. Today they were playing dodge ball on the schools newly created tarmac.

Flurries of balls were being thrown back and forth as each side struggled for supremacy. When it appeared each side had gained the advantage, the weaker team would catch a ball, and bring one of their fallen teammates back into the gain. So it went back and forth until only three remained.

At the last possible moment Brittany ducked as a ball went flying over her head. She was last remaining member of her team, and there were two opponents facing her. Out of the corner her eye she saw one her opponent coming in for an attack. As he realised the ball she tuck into a ball rolling to side as the ball hit her former position, she had seen soldier do the same thing a number time before. Coming out her roll she grabbed a ball that was sitting on the ground, with the ball in hand she threw it at the nearest target. Surprised by Brittany’s speed the kid had been caught off guard, there was a loud thud as the ball hit the kids shoulder shooting off in some random direction.

Cheers could be heard coming from Brittany’s teammates, now there was only two, and it was now an even fight. For a brief moment the two just stared at each other sizing each other up. Brittany was the first to make a move, going for a nearby ball, but her opponent had a ball that was closer. As Brittany grabbed the ball on the ground she looked up just in time to see a ball coming towards her. In an act of desperation, she brought her ball up and used as a blocker, deflecting the ball. Using her momentum she turn and threw her ball. Time itself seemed to slow down as the ball made its way towards the target, it caught the girl just on the foot.

Overcome with emotion Brittany threw hands up in the air, “YES” she yelled over top of the cheering.

Her opponent caught to her feet “I’m not out” proclaimed the girl “It hit the ground first”

“Not it did not” answered Brittany “You out, fair square”

An argument soon broke out to if the ball had indeed hit the ground first, both sides believed they where right.

“As if I would ever loss to a poor filthy girl like you” shot the girl obliviously trying to provoke Brittany.

Brittany raised her arm, causing everyone around her to go silent “What did you say” asked Brittany.

“I said that you are dirty” quickly answered the girl. As series of ‘ooooohs’ could be heard coming from the crowd.

Calmly Brittany took a step forward “I may be dirty, but at least I don’t have blood all over my face.”

The girl cocked her head to the side, obliviously confused at what Brittany was saying. “what do you mean…” but she was cut off before she could finish her sentence.

Brittany swung out, connecting squarely with the girls nose. Immediately the girl fell back, the blood pouring from her nose. As she hit the ground Brittany was on top her, feeding her more and more shots. A brief struggle ensued as the crowd tried to get the two apart, it was not long until a nearby teach had to step in and break things up.

nicely done,reall well written.Co incidently,part of what I was talking about in the "IT" was what I was going to do with my beautifull little school system.

Elias again preformed the nightley ritual of giving the homeless deranged man a bit of his daily earnings.He'd started doing it more and more often,until he did it almost constantly.The man was very gratefull,and always thanked him profusly and promised to pay him back.Tonight,as Elias handed him the few loose dollars he had,Elias noticed something.He while handing the man the change,they happened to look each other in the eyes.And thats when he noticed it.This man,this wreck of a man,living in the stairwell of an apartement building and talking to people who were not there,this man cannot have been much older than him.Maybe a year or two at the very most,but probably less than that.Elias realized finally that,the people this man was talking too,now that he pieced together all the different conversation the man had had with no one,Elias gathered that they must have been people who he had known before the war.This man,this gentle now harmless man,must have been a soldier.

(A note on the stuff:When I said I was describing a Kalishnikov,what I meant was the stuff was LIKE a Kalishnikov.But its not.It's better and cooler looking.........Somehow............I must also post another thing soon,when I have time.By the way,my AIM thing broke so...........its broken.)

always room for more player's by the way.

OOC: Alexias can you TG me with the basic plot you have planed for this RP cos well if you have planed for someone in your goverment to be killed i can work my people in alot easyer then at the moment.

I don't really plan role plays.Then it's not exactly role playing,is it?But I guess if your characters met with the tribal separatists,the could have some work maybe.I not sure how that would happen,but you never know.

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