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OOC: I thought this would be fun.
This is what you have to do.


You must bet something worth over 5 billion USD.
You must predict what will happen at the end of the Massive war (Operation: Brimstone). If something is taken you cannot take it. The nation closest to what happens will be given the prizes.

There are two separate betting arenas.
1. Individual wars
2. Entire Operation: Brimstone

This will be a character RP. We will have an RP based in a bar. The Leaders of the world will be there betting on the outcome of the AMF operation. We can have bar fights, singing, everything!
Do not let this die, do everything in your power to keep this RP alive till the end of the AMF War


IC: Come one, come all let the betting begin at Fantasy Nights,

John the bartender sat behind his bar. Waiting for the on flow of patrons that would soon envelope Fantasy Nights. Oh boy, can't wait he thought and sighed. It just had to be his shift

ooc:Template
Nation
What your betting
How much it's worth
Prediction
Betting Arena

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ooc: What if I used an non-political character, just some average joe from my nation...or is the bar for national leaders only...

ooc: Anyone. Though whatever you win goes to your nation if you win

ooc: Alright! I'm in!

IC: Shad entered the bar out of the cold. The air outside was freezing...he had to stop somewhere. It took only moments to realize the bar was jam-packed...but for what? "Excuse me," yelled dash over the noise of the tavern, "What exactly have you got going here?"

John eyed the new patron, an obvious newbie "Betting of the century that is what is going on" he pointed to a screen showing all the bets nations were putting up "You bet or you get out" suddenly a gun shot was heard, John pulled out a shot gun once and shot it to restore order.

Marcus walked into the bar, tossing his hat onto the hanger, and taking a seat. He called to the bar tender,

"Hey! I'd like to place a bet."

"What do you want to bet" the bartender smiled and showed off his wicked toothless grin

A local bookie, Frankie Corzoni, swaggered into the bar and took a seat next to Marcus, "How ya doin' here I wanna place a bet, is that okay wit yous guys?"

OOC: Dracun check TG's

The bartender slipped him a sheet(template)"List what you want to bet..." he said occupied with a pretty lady that turned out to be a guy...with very blonde long hair:(

OOC:Creepy...

IC:

Marcus began to jot down his bets,

Hmmm. I bet most of these wars will end like this... he said, scribbling something down, handing the slip and ten billion in cash to the bar tender. On the paper was written:

Operation: Brimstone will come to a quick and pathetic conclusion after everyone goes OMG IGNORE!!1111.

Marcus then ordered a beer, and decided to sit around for awhile.

Rosta Einvach, the Rosian Minister of Foreign Affairs, entered the bar. "I need a day of rest!" He shouted. He walked over to the bar and took out a handful of Roses, the currency. "Get me some beer and give me info on some of the bets."

IC:The bartender cashed the Doomingsland bet, and gave the TIoR Minister some wierd concution that turned tickle me elmo pick "On the house" and the Bartender winked

Frankie snuck a peek at what Marcus wrote, "excatly what I was thinking", he quikcly wrote down the same thing and wagered an estmated 1 trillion dollars of Wirrawayan hard currency aquired from the corrupt federal banking system. The paper looked like this.

Wirraway
1 trillion in treasury notes
1 trillion USD
Brimstone will end when everyone ignores each other
Operation Brimstone betting arena.

He then leaned back and shotgunned a Coors Light while lighting his cigar.

Marcus looked over at Frankie,

"You're Wirrawayen?"

Marcus looked over at Frankie,

"You're Wirrawayen?"

"Sure am, and I'd guess your from Doomingsland, nice to meet ya. Aren't yous guys bein' attacked or something like that?"

Rosta looked at the bet. "You're betting on a war. I've seen everything." He took out a piece of paper and started writing.

The Island of Rose
40 Billion Roses
Brimstone will end victorious for NATO/Metus/NWO/RBA forces.
Brimstone arena.

Rosta took another paper.

The Island of Rose
10 Billion Roses
The Island of Rose will win a war with an ally against an enemy.
Invidual arena.

He sighed and passed it to the bartender. "Have at it." He looked at the drink and raised his brow. "Just get me a Budweiser..."

A smartly dressed man walked up to the bar and grabbed a form, before quickly scribbling down his bet and turning to the barman "Here ye go pal, here's ma bet, an' git me a Newcastle Brown will ye. There's a good man"


Operation Brimstone Arena:

Operation Brimstone a success, all targets destroyed / annexed
£40 billion


Individual Arena:

McLeod03 gains lands in multiple countries, rebuilds an empire
£25 billion

ooc: All bets confirmed
IC: "Anything for you" he said smiling at the rosian. He turned to the one that fired a shot gun "Shoot again and I will seperate your nail from your finger!" he yelled.

"Sure am, and I'd guess your from Doomingsland, nice to meet ya. Aren't yous guys bein' attacked or something like that?"
"Yeah, actualy, and if I remember correctly, you guys are sending some biggass relief convoy. I guess that I'll have to buy you a beer." he said with a smile.

bumparooni

A woman with shiny black skin, white hair and black eyes, dressed in a black and blood red silk dress (think chinese style) walked into the bar...

She made her way over to one of the remaining stools by the bar...

She clicked her fingers at the bar tender and waiting for him to come over... she put a few dollars on the bar indicating her wish to buy something reasonably expensive...

She looked around at the man wearing a smart suit and downing a newcastle brown ale rather erm... quickly...

She then noticed the betting slips:

She scribbled something with a sleek black pen onto the slip;

Operation Brimstone.

Bet: Leads to some player ignores/thread ignores, Claim of victory by the AMF/Metus/NATO side and at least one new (not otherwise involved in the conflict) nation will get involved.

Amount: 10 Billion Guilders (13 Billion USD)

Underneath it said... so what are the odds?

The Farminan government would like to place $5bn US on Brimstone to fail, but we will have to put it on a tab. We currently need our money to ensure Brimstone fails.

The Bartender looked at the new entry (TMG). "Heh, wouldn't you like to know!" he went into hysterical laughter.

The woman just gave him a cold stare.

'You're a strange man... Now, a double whiskey if you don't mind...' she said waving the money...

Whilst, he was dealing with that she took a look around and noted a citizen of a nation she knew well... a Doomingslandian. She would go over and talk to him with that other man, once her drink arrived from this annoying bartender...

"Here you go, a special beverage just for you sweat' thing" he handed her something that was in between silver and violet. God knows what was in it.

Another woman, barely in her twenties, stepped through the door and entered the busy bar. She wore a dark green militaristic uniform with a bright red beret and seemed somewhat lost.
"Hey, excuse me..." She stepped up to the bar. "Is this the betting place?" She asked.

"Here you go, a special beverage just for you sweat' thing" he handed her something that was in between silver and violet. God knows what was in it.

She looked at it...

'What is it?' she asked him.

'Bring me a double whisky anyway' she stated.

She swivelled her head long enough to see another woman enter and walk up to the bar... she heard the question and replied:

'Yes, it is, you going to place a bet on Operation Brimstone too?' she asked making polite conversation with the obviously lost newcomer...

The bartender muttered and went off to find a double whiskey...

OOC: ???

"Operation Brimstone?" She repeated, then glanced at a nearby betting slip being studied over by another customer.
"I've never gambled before, but that's what I'm here for!" She seemed far too bubbly to suit her uniform. "Bartender! Can I have one of those slips please... and uh, a drink too. Something without alcohol if that's possible."
She turned to face the polite patron. "So what do you think is gonna happen, miss?"

ooc:oops damm thing didn't log me out lol sorry bout that.
IC:The bartender turned and fixed the rude lady a drink that she would actualy drink muttering all the way.

The young woman spotted a paper someone had left blank and promptly comandeered it, scribbling the following:

-Communist Arkonia
-50B Laurins ($7B)
-Economic collapse of Aust
-Operation: Brimstone

She laid it down on the bar with satisfaction, then glanced at the lady in eastern dress. "Well that's what I think..."

"Yeah, actualy, and if I remember correctly, you guys are sending some biggass relief convoy. I guess that I'll have to buy you a beer." he said with a smile.

Frankie chuckled and replied, "Hey, that'd be great I'll have a Sam Adams. But anyway, I'm tellin' you, by the way things are going in The Dracun Imperium and Zarbia, looks like AMF might actually come out on top, eh?

The woman chuckled. 'A lot of ignores, claims of victory by the AMF/Metus/NATO side and a few more nations getting involved... What else, you know how international politics works. I am suprised you hadn't heard of operation Brimstone... it's about the biggest thing going on in the World today'

She switched gazes to the bartender and said 'Thank you, don't make girls drinks they don't order... it's bad for your health' and she gave him a wink with those last words...

The young Arkonese woman smiled and glanced at the mysterious drink with almost morbid facination. "I'd imagine it's bad for *your* health to drink it." She watched the curious liquid. It reminded her of the petroleum plant near the office where she once worked in Izumo. The way the light was fragmented ever so slightly by the particles in the fluid, giving a hint of rainbow-like aura. It was pretty, but like petroleum, she didn't see herself drinking it. Besides, Arkonese were highly alcohol intolerant.

"So this Operation Brimstone... what's it all about? I've heard of AMF and Aust, but I didn't realise there were so many others involved. Is there some kinda big plan?" She began absent-mindedly doodling on the bar with her fingertip.

The young Arkonese woman smiled and glanced at the mysterious drink with almost morbid facination. "I'd imagine it's bad for *your* health to drink it." She watched the curious liquid. It reminded her of the petroleum plant near the office where she once worked in Izumo. The way the light was fragmented ever so slightly by the particles in the fluid, giving a hint of rainbow-like aura. It was pretty, but like petroleum, she didn't see herself drinking it. Besides, Arkonese were highly alcohol intolerant.

"So this Operation Brimstone... what's it all about? I've heard of AMF and Aust, but I didn't realise there were so many others involved. Is there some kinda big plan?" She began absent-mindedly doodling on the bar with her fingertip.

'Oh it's a huge war... much wider than you would actually think. There's a lot of other nations supporting the efforts of either side, just not officially. My race known to most the world as 'The Shadows', is on the side of Aust diplomatically... we would have got involved had we not been ordered not to by our leader' she said, knocking back the whisky with ease.

"I imagine the same is true of any nation. Nobody wants to get killed..." she replied distantly. The citizens of Alexandria probably didn't want to be killed either, but when your enemy is the agressor there's little to be done...

She shook her head, pushing the thought back. "Are you fighting because of a difference in ideology?"

Darius walked in flanked by several bodyguards, in these days he had many enemies. He quickly went to the bathroom followed by most of his men, but some stayed.

One well built man who seemed to be concealing more than a single weapons took a seat at the bar.

$5 billion USD
End in many ignores and AMF team claiming victory
Operation Brimstone

After sliding his bet to the bartender the man, Helios Kerlin, looked over at teh Wirrawayn next to him. THe bartender has slid him a fresh beer and the man was quick to grab it.

"Thanks for the beer."

((OOC: I said that the communist thread might reflect on our relations. Seeing as your nation wants my communist leaders out and this guy works for the communist leader he won't like you.))

Helios took a long swig of the beer before putting it down on the counter, still in his massive hands.

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Rosta chuckled. "Yes, the Island of Rose is involved. Maybe a new Protectorate for the Commonwealth?" He nudged the Guildan. "Ah, either way. It will go good for the Coaltion Forces." He sighed. "And the Commonwealth shall no more be mocked!"

He stood up and started waving his fist in the air. "For the Commonwealth shall rise again! And we shall bury our enemies, and they shall no longer mock us! Sieg Heil!"

Sieg Heil! the chorus of Germans said.

"Ein Volk! Ein Wealthencommon! One result! Victory!"

Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil! Sieg Heil!" again said the chorus.

Rosta sat down. "Excuse that."

OOC:All bets confirmed
IC: "Hey I got an idea, let's play some strip poker!" he smiled his infamous toothless grin. "What you think about that 'rosy'?" he said to the Roseian

OOC: Darn, I was waiting for Wirraway. I guess Ill have to start this with a Rosian.

IC:
"Hey, a Rosian. I dont liek those pompous bastards. Think they're better than eveyrone else just cause-a they are gay!"

WIth the last word the man stuck his face into that of the Rosian's. He let out a breath smeeling of anchovies and beer and then pushed the Rosian back a bit with his finger.

"Get outta here girly boy, this bar for real men only."

Rosta chuckled. "You need a tick tack." He let out a small smirk. "But I think a can of whoopass is in order first!"

He grabbed the large man's arm, put it under his armpit, threw the man down and stomped on his back so hard that the man's back cracked. "Bitch, they teach us Diplomats martial arts. Good day!"

And so Rosta left... and a Rosian soldier armed with an RAR-1A on his back entered. "Heya bartender." He sat down on the bar, looking at the man on the floor. "What happened to him?"

OOC: Danmit, I wanted to start a barfight. But you ahd to leave.

IC:
The man stood up and grabbed his beer still on the counter.

"You wanna knwo what happened? F*** you!"

As he said this the man grabbed and threw off the soldeirs gun. THen he smashed the bottle on the side of the mans head.

"Eat shit!"

HElios pushed a nearby person out of their chair and hoisted it in the air. Then he brought it up and got ready to smash it down.

OOC: Now I can start the fight.

The soldier sighed, yet slightly dazed. "Stupid drunks." He kneed the man's stomach, causing him to drop the chair. Then the soldier caught the chair, smashing it across the man. He then took out his pistol and started shooting on his legs. After three bullets flew out of the barrel, he put his Colt .45 back in its holster. He then gave one good punch to the man and then he proceeded to regain his balance.

OOC: Gode-mode, god-mode. Your ignored. joking.

IC:THe doors swung open as two more bodyguards stepped out of the bathroom. THe flipped over a nearby tabel and ducked behind it. then they pulled out desert eagles and began to fire at he Rosian soldeir. THe first man took aim and hit the Rosian in the gun-hand.

The young Arkonese woman looked down the bar at the blows being dealt between the Rosian and Bormans, and raised an eyebrow. When shots started to get fired, however, she grew more concerned. Moving further down the bar, she took cover behind the end as more rogue shots and objects began flying this way and that.
"What the hell is going on here...?" She muttered, as a thrown bottle shattered against the wall above her head.

With bullets flying around him, the McLeodian gambler sits on the bar stool sipping his pint, trying to get the barman's attention, acting as if this was completely normal.

The woman grinned...

'No, it's not all about idealology, although thats how it all started. Now, it's mainly about three things Pride, Beligerence and Hatred on both sides. If it wouldn't turn into an ignore fest. it would be fine, but the AMF side brought in way to many allies, so the other side had to do similar and it just gets silly. Dog Piling isn't the way to fight anywar... the way to fight war is through skill not through how many friends your nation has.'

The woman sighed... and swivelled round at the sound of the fight...

'Oh... how very human' she quietly said...

She settled down to watch this fight after loosening a few shuriken and two small knives hidden in her dress.

'Bartender, another double whiskey... please' she said, putting up the current amount of dollar notes for this bar's prices...

She looked up above the bar as the fighting became less intense, eying the customers many of which acted as though nothing was wrong. Gingerly, she sat back on a barstool, this time on the other side of the Guild woman to where she had been.
"How peculiarly Mungol of them." She remarked. "What I don't get is why some kind of authority hasn't stepped in."
She stood up on the barstool impulsively and yelled. "Hey Bartender, what's a girl gotta do to get a fruit drink around here-?"
No sooner had she unwittingly made herself a massive target, a bottle flew from the rabble and struck her on the back, and with a crash she toppled forward over the bar.

The woman grinned...

Then her companion got hit by the flying bottle...

She picked the woman up and put her on the nearest flat surface out of the way of the fighting and continued to lean over the bar in a way protecting her companion... she took a shuriken in hand just in case and secreted a knife up her volumous sleeve just in case... if they came this way looking for a fight they would find out what Shadow poisoned weaponry did your bio-chemistry...

The Arkonese woman groaned as she came to. Sitting up slowly, she looked back up at the Guild woman. There was something strange, almost ethereal about her.
"Oh man. That's gonna leave a nasty bruise." She complained. "Thanks for lookin out for me though, miss... uh. Sorry, don't think I got your name...?"

IC:

The woman looked down...

'Oh your awake, my name is Naga Serpantis... I suppose your wondering whether I am human? The answer is not anymore... my people changed after our ascent to the Stars... we are now of a race known as the Tiste Andii or translated into your language the Children of Mother Dark'

She grinned and saw a fruit drink under the counter... she promptly took it and gave it to the other woman who was still recovering...

OOC: So I re-watched some slayers last night....

OOC: Come on, fight!

IC:Finally one of the men took a shot and hit the Rosian in the chest.

"F*** you jackass!"

The Doomingslandian sat at the bar, drinking with his Wirrawayen friend as the gunfight raged on.

"Those crazy kids..."

"Naga, eh? My name's... ah, nevermind." She dismissed, taking the fruit drink with a grateful smile. "I didn't think you were human, but I didn't want to sound rude. I find that to be anything but human isn't acceptable in a lot of foreign countries." she took a gulp of her drink. "Anyway! Thanks a lot for that. Much better. Now..." She looked to one side deviously. "..time for a little fun."
She stood quickly and in a single motion tossed a tall glass from behind the bar at the nearby Borman soldiers with a neat flick of her wrist. With the tinkle of the glass impact, she dived back behind the bar again, fully expecting a volley of gunfire in return.

Naga grinned.

'Well if you insist on fighting, i'll watch... but since I rather like you... I won't let anybody seriously hurt you' letting the knife fall from her sleeve... catching it expertly...

'Go on... show them how a woman fights' she goaded...

The bartender shouted "I'll get the mud!" and he ran off to find some mud/

General Alexander II with his bodyguards walked in the bar. He walked up to the bartender while ignoring the fight between the Borman and the Rosian.

"I am here to bet bartender." Said Alexander while handing him over a paper.

Nation: The Hellenistic Empire of Nikolaos The Great
Betting: $10 billion USD
Prediction: AMF and his allies turn out victorious as always
Betting Arena: Entire Operation: Brimstone

"Now give me a glass of Vodka."

Frankie nodded to the Doomingslandian and was about to take a swig of hsi beer when a bullet blew the mug to peices. Frankie's eyebrows knitted together as he dropped the mugless handle,

"Nobody and I mean nobody fucks with my Sam Adams."

He reacher into his holster and pulled out a Chrome Desert Eagle took careful and aim and fired 6 massive .50 calibre bullets at the Rosian and Borman fighting over in the corner.

The Arkonese girl grinned, peering over the top of the bar. "I dunno how women usually fight, but where I come from they fight like everyone else... with high spirits!" And with that, she threw a large bottle of Jack Daniels Old #7 into the foray, taking advantage of the bartender's leave. It impacted with a ceiling fan unexpectedly, exploding and spraying the surrounding area. Returning to her hiding, she shook her head in amusement. "Oh dear, that really was a terrible pun." She chuckled, wondering if anyone would still be crazy enough to fire bullets now that the place was covered in alcohol.

Immediatly the two men holstered their weapons and jumped over the table.

One ran over to the Wirrawayan and looked him straight int eh eye.

"Jackass."

With teat he grabbed the mans collar and punched him in the face. The Wirrrawayan was thrown onto the bar as the guard took up a fighting stance.

THe other man ran over and jumped on top of the Rosian. He brought him to the ground, kicekd him in the face, and then ho to jumped back into a fighting stance.

Secret IC:
Outside several bodyguards had snuk out the bathroom window with Darius. As he rna off with several guards a few stayed behind. THese men poured lighter fluid and gas all over the wall fo the bar and grabbed a pack of amtches.

"Lets go."

OOC: I want one of those T.V. bar fights, one where everywhere you look there is a fight with broken chairs and bottles. Thats what I'm lookign for, and if I don't get it the bar goes up in flames.

Im evil.

Marcus, who had put on sun glasses, threw open his coat, revealing a large arsenal. He quickly drew two MP5ks, and began running along the walls, hosing down the Bormans. He also engaged them in hand to hand combat...Matrix style! He would run up walls, dodge bullets, move at unhuman speeds, and all sorts of things like that, beating up on his opponents, also throwing chairs at things.

((OOC: I wanted a Character RP not a barfight. I'm out.))

OOC: The men with matches are outside. And the whole place is caked with lighter fluid, gas, and alcohol; shooting is not a good idea. but...

IC:
One of the Bormans standing inside doing nothing was shot by a Doomingsland person as he ran across the length of the wall. Instnatly another man turned and pointed at Marcus. THe groudn beneath his feet sunk as he shot off towards Marcus. The man, Kolors, crashed into Marcus, broguht him through the staris lining the wall (Severaly weakining them), throguht the wall, throguh a neighboring store, through the other wall and into a brick wall behidn that.

As the two men hung suspended above Kolors repeatedly punched Marcus in the stomach. Finally Kolors grabbed Marcus' guns, backflipped to what remained fo the stores wall, threw the guns many miles away, then somersaulted infrotn of Marcus with his fists clenched.

((And this is all in the air.))

((OOC: I wanted a Character RP not a barfight. I'm out.))

OOC: I dont want you to go.

IC: Instantly the man attakcing the Rosian sobered up and looked through a black eye at him.

"Wo, sorry. Mind if I buy you a drink to start making up for it?"

The man, half stumblign on a near broken leg, stuck out his hand to the Rosian offering friendship.

((OOC: I think with all the shit you did to him he should be dead. I'll enter with another character soon. I'm just too lazy to post right now :) ))

Popping up her head once again, the young woman surveyed the damage and watched as the Wirrawayan slid past her along the bar, and off the end onto the floor. Her eyes sparkled with intrigue at the abundant slapstick violence; frightening but compelling, like naked fire.
But this was getting out of hand. She inspected the floor behind the bar, pulling open an opening to the wine cellar. She looked up at Naga.
"Well, I don't know about you, but I think this is going a bit too intense and I don't rate my chances at trying to get through the front door. You coming?"

>bumpity<

After a while of intense fighting Marcus and Kolors sunk to teh ground. Kolors styuck out his hand in acknowledgment that Marcus was a worthy foe.

"Your good. Now lets get soem more alcy-hol."

"Good idea," replied Marcus, grabing another beer.

Completly drunk Kolors stands up on one of the tables with his beer mug in hand. He collapses and drops his mug then regains his composure, as best as possible. As he takes a mug off of the trya of a passing waitress he speaks to the crowd,

"Let us sing some o' them holiday songs. Oh jingle bells, batman smells, to you Marcus."