NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:By reading this you agree NOT to report this as flamebaiting or being insulting in any possible way. You have been warned.

IC:
To protect the world from intellectual and moral decay

A tall man with long white hair and hellish blue eyes walked to a primitive stage with microphones all around him. He cleared his throat, coughed softly behind his old, wrinkled hand. With his thumb and left index finger he wiped some snott off his nostrils and started to scream in the microphones:

'The Affiliated States of Guffingford, united in the Holy Dual Empire of Guffingford-Panooly has declared a new law which protects the people from the horrific spirit of free sex, porn, adultery and more sexual habits being a cancer on the clean and racially aware Guffingfordii society...'

Cheering and words of praise all over, the crowd (over hundred thousand in a specially made political arena) the crowd shouted about infinite love for Guffingford and ready to die for the Empire.

'...We may seem a lot that doesn't tolerate human failure or weaknesses, but when you face the evil spirit of whoring, pimping and making profit out of the most lowest of all; the joys of sexual pleasure you need to stop and think: Has God created us to let our most animal desires run loose on other (fe)males? No! Failure is a part of the diverse life on earth and so is weakness. We, the caring Centralist Party of Guffingford is working hard to put down these mistakes of nature. God is perfect, but nature isn't, hence why there are retards and other crooks running around. But like the twisted idiocy known as sexuality we can burn those impurities away. Damage control is a hot topic on the already busy agenda of your government, and we're quite adept at controlling the damage done by democracy, sexuality and communism.'
The speaker stopped his hate speech and revealed a new poster.

http://members.lycos.co.uk/manhattanproject120/0106.jpg

'Dear people, you will be seeing this poster on every street! Take pride in being a clean citizen, having a soul as pure as the Virgin Mary, blessed be Her name. I have hereby ordered all whores, pimps...'

Shouts and screams of hatred and utter madness rose from the crowd, loud growls of wild, the most calm personalities turning into false, raving maniacs screaming they will kick them to death, scratching their eyes out, and drinking their blood. To detest a group is one thing, but the sheer insane madness was reaching a boiling point when the speaker continued his "speech".

'...to be arrested and to be tortured. They have been spreading a plague of Satan for yeats! Scientists call it AIDS but it is a tool of Satan to plunge humanity into the fiery depths of hell! Beware! We cannot, no! It is our Holy Mission, Our Holy Duty to eradicate this plague! A plague that can and will be controlled by the strong of heart and the courageous of soul...'

Again the crowed screamed, yelled and shouted words of praise and love combined with cries of disgust for these unlawful beings.

'...We shall succeed! By the Gods, we come to reap the souls of the infidels! Slaughter their families, burn their corpses and destroy their homes! I am talking about those who cannot be named! In the Bible their actions are called an abomination, but the description is far too kind for these people...'

Hands were covering the ears of children, and the crowed waited breathless. Impatiently, yet knowing what was about to come.

'...I hate to tell you about these subhumans! No, they aren't human! They are the filth of the world, spawned by Satan and his evil minions! Two of the same gender having sexual intercourse with each other...'

The man spat the words out like it was rotten meat he accidently ate, a foul roar of jungle sounds wild animals and the cackling mad make aimed at those words came from the crowd, the most vile curses were made, other people were crying or running around in circles while going completely insane.

'...These freaks of nature, genetical errors, are not worthy of living among us! Go forth and kill them all! God will forgive it! God wills it! Deus Vult! Go and kill them!..'

A united cry of love and hate shook the earth, burrying everyone under a heavy cloack of love for Guffingford and hate for those who aren't worthy of being named. The speech hadn't reached its end yet.

'...But it doesn't end with this filth! Everybody who comitted crimes of bad sexuality must be hund! Spit at their corpses and take away their family's ability to spread their heinous idea's onto their future children! I am talking about those people who volunteer to have sexual interaction with animals, children, eat eachothers feces or have fellatio! Kill them all, break their bones, stone them to death, flog their hellish, distorted faces and do not grant them your mercy! GO FORTH AND KILL THEM!'

Men and women and children alike screamed their lungs out of their body while running towards the exits of the arena, balled fists waving in their while kicking against the concrete walls and rolling over the ground while shouting the most vile insults about those who aren't worthy of living in Guffingford.

TOTALER KRIEG GEGEN ALLE ÜNTERMENSCHEN! MEIN KAMPF IST UNSERE KAMPF! ES LEBE DIE FREIHEIT!

OOCL *Tag* So this is what you were harping on about eh? Interesting...

<open international television broadcast>

'...So Mr Barnard Rosse, it is true our caring government has started to cut down on all sexual interaction?'

'Well that's quite untrue. Our goal is to destroy the people who call sodomy, homosexuality and masturbation moral and justified. They use the same excuse over and over again: "Everybody does it, so why shouldn't I?" or "It's my own body. I decide what to do with it".

'How thoughtful, you are protecting the people against themselves. I think you derserve an applause.'

This small hint gave way to a sudden wave of emotion, the public was clapping, cheering waving arms while holding Guffingfordii flags. A small bell rang and the public calmed down.

'Why thank you Miss. I am just doing my job, which is, very serious. For example, if we capture a masturbator red handed - or should I say, sticky handed? Forgive my frivolity, but it is the truth. They cannot refrain from touching themselves. We must teach those poor souls how to live well, and die free. Drastic measures are necessary sometimes, yes I hate to admit it. But those are only children, so all hope is not lost yet.'

'My, you are indeed a genious Mr Rosse.'

The little bell rang inaudible for the audience at home and once again the public burst into love for Guffingford and lauded the words of Mr Rosse. After three minutes of love, the little bell rang again and the noise settled.

'My thanks for your kindness Miss. I cannot elaborate any further how this process words, it's classified.'

'Of course. Mr Rosse.'

'Yes. The Bible is very, very clear about it. Semen is meant for a women, not another male or an... animal? You see, the Empire requires you procreate for the greatness of us all. Every man and a women have sexual intercourse and semen is spilled if you do it in the name of lust. Well, you waste a possible future life of a most promising perhaps genious party member or a most skilled and gifted worker, or a diplomat or... Well fill in all the possibilities yourself.'

'It makes me think Mr Rosse, so by limiting the evilness of sexuality we are expanding our invisible borders?'

'In so many words, yes.'

'My thanks for this brief interview Mr Rosse, I hope you will make Guffingford better and less sexual.'

'No thanks Miss.'

'This was Tonight's Show, Guffingford's political channel, until next time.'

OOC: Bump

ooc: how odd. Tagged.

A lone sharpshooter takes careful expert aim. As he exhales he gently touches the hair trigger of his sniper rifle. With no recoil, he taps the trigger twice more before finishing his breath.

The man in white with the hellish blue eyes gropes for his chest, but it is too late. He is dead where he stands. His body slumps to the ground as a red pool of blood spreads quickly.

The crowd freezes and goes silent.

Someone mutters "The guy was insane! It's insanity, all of it!"

Someone else joins in "Hate will never solve anything."

An air of peace envelopes the stadium as people shuffle back to their homes and consider how to sanely improve their lives.

The sharpshooter thinks "I did the greatest good for the greatest number" and returns home to her family.

ooc: Guffingford, ignore the sniper (unless it was planned), I wanna see what happens.

OOC: Please keep the OOC and to a minimum. If you tag, (I prefer subscription) add something IC. Thanks.

+++Open Transmission+++
+++To: The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: What is a lifetime of servitude next to an eternity of damnation?+++

"This blatant act of mass genocide must not go unchecked. Those individuals who devote their life to sins of the flesh make this decision on their own accord, and did so hopefully without fear of knowing one day they may be cut down by their own beloved country! Have you any sense of morals? The very least we in the Grand Empire may do is open our borders to these 'criminals', so that they may continue on with their lives in peace, and so that your nation is rid of these 'sub-humans'. What say you?"

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

A letter to the people and government of Guffingford.


Dear Bretheren in Christ

I am warmed and pleased to see that you wish to aspire more closely to act in imitation of Christ and of those who followed God with earnestness and obedience. It is important that familly be upheld, and that our sexual natures be a part of our making our bodies temples of worship to God.
However, stirring up violence against those who sin is unwise. This is not what Christ sacrified His life for. We are all sinners: we are all fallen short of the righteousness of God. Surely we must try instead to be good examples, to not budge from our own integrity, and to make good laws not permissive of license, but neither persecuting those who in their fleshly mortality fall short. Remember to regard the beams in your own eyes before shouting about the motes in those of others.

with all friendship and love
Archbishop Heinz Wittmar, Cardinal-Primate of Lavenrunz

"This blatant act of mass genocide must not go unchecked. Those individuals who devote their life to sins of the flesh make this decision on their own accord, and did so hopefully without fear of knowing one day they may be cut down by their own beloved country! Have you any sense of morals? The very least we in the Grand Empire may do is open our borders to these 'criminals', so that they may continue on with their lives in peace, and so that your nation is rid of these 'sub-humans'. What say you?"

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta'Again, exactly what I mean. You are using the old excuse of "the right to do whatever you please on your own body". I am sorry but such reasoning is ridiculously flawed. Those wicked genetic errors have no sense or morality, honour or love for the Empire. If we were certain you'd dispose of this scum we would send them to you, but we fear we are displacing the problem here, to let them breed and spread their cancer further. You must protect your country from these undesirable elements I urge you to do the same and we are helping you by keeping these... mistakes away from you. For the sake of humanity! In the name of Freedom!'

- Barnard Rosse

'The words of praise will be not be forgotten Lavenrunz. We thank you for these warm comments'

- Barnard Rosse speaking on behalf of the cabinet

OOC: The sniper attack is ignored.

"I do not applaud your action, but I respect your soverignity enough to avoid officially condemning your decision. But, I do offer a place in my nation to any homosexual, masturbator, pimp or whore that flees from your nation."-The Great Leader Li.

+++Open Transmission+++
+++To: The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: What is a lifetime of servitude next to an eternity of damnation?+++

"Stop trying to sway us to your beliefs, Mr. Rosse, for your declarations fall on deaf ears. Although we do not approve of the lifestyle these men and women have partaken, they are still human beings nonetheless and exterminating them is a heinous crime, and a punishable one if necessary. I ask you one last time to hand these people over to the Grand Empire."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

OOC: The sniper attack is ignored.

OOC: Why? I assumed when I wrote it that some other lunatic would rise up to re-stir the crowd. Or the crowd would fracture, or... Not much of a national movemement if it's all dependent on a single person.

(back in my day, when we RPed, we RPed man. None of this "Oh, I didn't want that, take it back" sort of RP)

The Confederacy of Lachenburg applauds your nation for the removal of these worthless souls from the greater gene pool of humanity. For your incredable thoughtfulness, we shall ship one extra large Lachenburgian Chocolate-Chip cookie to your nations leaders. The cookie will be placed in a large box labeled 'fragile' and shipped via C-14 Transport.

Let us hope that more nations will follow your example so that humanity itself may evolve into a better, more efficent lifeform.

Regards,

Maximilian Von Hinterguard
Direktor of International Affairs
Confederacy of Lachenburg

OOC: Why? I assumed when I wrote it that some other lunatic would rise up to re-stir the crowd. Or the crowd would fracture, or... Not much of a national movemement if it's all dependent on a single person.

(back in my day, when we RPed, we RPed man. None of this "Oh, I didn't want that, take it back" sort of RP)

(ooc: Ignoring 3 sentence posts that utterly ended the roleplay before it ever got off of its feet has always been a part of nationstates. Besides, how did you sniper bypass security, carrying a fairly large metallic weapon into the stadium, without being seen or heard by cameras of other bystanders?

Sorry for the OOC post, this is my last one without an IC portion.)

"I do not applaud your action, but I respect your soverignity enough to avoid officially condemning your decision. But, I do offer a place in my nation to any homosexual, masturbator, pimp or whore that flees from your nation."-The Great Leader Li.'When the rehabilitation process is complete there is no more homo- or bisexual and the like left. Only a pure hetrosexual citizen, ready to die for the Guffingfordii Greatness. Glory and Honour are words he will die for, as well as the Chancellor. No more sodomy, an urge for another male or female or to look at another person in lust. Rehabilitation, not execution. Re-construction, not destruction. Our success rate is one hundred percent, guaranteed.'

- Barnard Rosse


"Stop trying to sway us to your beliefs, Mr. Rosse, for your declarations fall on deaf ears. Although we do not approve of the lifestyle these men and women have partaken, they are still human beings nonetheless and exterminating them is a heinous crime, and a punishable one if necessary. I ask you one last time to hand these people over to the Grand Empire."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta'Mind if I answer this message? I do not think you have understood the esteemed Mr Rosse. These are not human, in any way. We, pure of race and blood are real humans like God wanted. We fear his wrath, love his word and behold his breath. I repeat, God has never said ****sexuals are humans too, His Word is law to us. We will not send them to you, it's a mere waste of resources - these people are not worth it.'

- Jack Shaw, Upper Magistrate

OOC: It's ignored because I need this character. If it was a simple one time guy I wouldn't care and you'd be destroyed. Or something. Whatever.

(how did you sniper bypass security, carrying a fairly large metallic weapon into the stadium, without being seen or heard by cameras of other bystanders?


It's kind of pointless now, seeing that my contributation was nullified.

Speaking of questions.. how is it that an absolute raving lunatic like that get the attention of a stadium full of people? ... But I digress.

I'm out of here. Have fun with the "roleplaying", eh?

+++Open Transmission+++
+++To: The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: That which is unknown and unseen always commands the greatest fear.+++

"Perhaps in your eyes, these men and women are not human. I can tolerate this. What I cannot tolerate is your maniacal devotion to the utter slaughter of these people! This act of mass Genocide must not go on! This is your final chance to right your wrongs, before I hold a council on what should be done about this problem."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

(ooc: telegram)

+++Open Transmission+++
+++To: The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: That which is unknown and unseen always commands the greatest fear.+++

"Perhaps in your eyes, these men and women are not human. I can tolerate this. What I cannot tolerate is your maniacal devotion to the utter slaughter of these people! This act of mass Genocide must not go on! This is your final chance to right your wrongs, before I hold a council on what should be done about this problem."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

(ooc: telegram)

To the leaders of Daikerta:

The Empire of Armed Military States wishes to work with you and the Country/providence in question (OOC: I forgot thier names :rolleyes: ). We highly condemm this act of slaughter, and would wish that the folks in question would sincerely reconsider your offer to harbor those so called "sinners." Our planet, Conventry, would like to assist you in that offer as well, and we will gladly take in these folks and give them a safe, loving, and secure sancuary from which they can prosper and live in peace.

If this offer is refused, we will work with Daikerta on what further actions we should take about the sitsuation. Once again, we express the confidence that this can be resolved peacefully. Perhaps a trade deal is in order?

-With kind but firm regards,
Morgan Hasek Davion
Newly Promoted Marshall of the Armies; Acting Temporary Leader of the AMS.

<public channel - speech of Signoli DeFelice, minister of foreign affairs>
'And we're going live in three, two, one...'

'Greetings again good fellow citizens of Guffingford, allies and associates. We, the cabinent and your loving government are depressed, tormented by grief and whipped by our conscience. We have always been a nation built on, Dreams, Morality and Purity. But today, we received the following message from a barbarian nation, high on a throne of blood and bones built by no one less than Satan himself. I shall read it:

"Perhaps in your eyes, these men and women are not human. I cannot believe how stupid that is. What I cannot tolerate is your maniacal devotion to the utter slaughter of these humans! This act of mass genocide must not go on! This is your final chance to right your wrongs, before I hold a council on what should be done about this problem. We do not believe in a god or any other form of wizardry or magic. Your nation is a lunatic christian bunch and by Lenin, you must be destroyed!"

Written by the self proclaimed "Grand Communist Leader Alexei Brusilov, Premier of Daikerta". How dares this man to call us genocidal or a "lunatic christian bunch" while he is a communist! Communism and the awful stain of sexuality are two things we do not like. I call upon you all, free and liberated souls of Righteous Guffingford, free and untainted by democracy to stand against these leftist fascists! He calls those unbelievers human, what aren't they?'

'HUMAN!' The cry of the crowd in the same arena overpowered every other sound, drowned in an invisible explosion of anger and hatred.

'Go forth!' The crowd marched out the arena and spurred the madness to those who hadn't seen or heard this. Everybody who was thought to have remote links with people who are suspected homosexuals or bisexuals were arrested and sent to the Panooly continent.

OOC: Replied to yer TG.

Everyone had gathered around the circular, golden table in the Council Room. Those present at the meeting were General Churnaev Vulgin, Grand Commander of the Daikertan Imperial Legions, Aleksandro Sloboda, Commodore of the Imperial Armada, Tatyana Vezhna, Chief Ministress of the Interim, Colonel Rogov Soldaia, leader of the Arkhangels, and the Grand Prince himself. Alexei had called this council because of a pressing matter concerning the nation of Guffingford and their genocidal actions.

"Alright, I call this council into order." Alexei began, his blue and silver robes shifting around in the seat. "As you all should know by now, Barnard Rosse of the Affiliates States of Guffingford has on several occasions made his plans clear to the international community that he intends on killing thousands of innocent men and women, based soley on their profession."

"Are they willing to hand over these people to us?" Tatyana inquired. Her beautiful blonde hair shimmered in the light of the council room, and here perfect complexion almost gave off a radiant aura around her.

"No, they are not. They wish only for these people to be murdered in cold blood." the Prince replied, sighing deeply.

"Well then, let's go in their get them out ourselves! My Arkhangels can easily hand this mission." Rogov exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. His menacing eyes and cocky expression were all too apparent traits of The Dragon. As he shook his leg under the table in impatience, the silver laced spur on his boot clanked. Although Rogov was only a few years older than the Prince, he had unmistakable thirst for combat.

"No, too risky. Besides, their are thousands of refugees and only dozens of your men. The mission would be compromised before it even had a chance." Churnaev stated, clearing his throat and adjusting his uniform.

"Well, something has to be done, and these lunatics aren't listening to diplomacy.." Rogov replied, almost oblivious to what Churnaev had just said. On the other side of the table, Alexei sat, his eyes closed, pondering what had been said so far. Nothing that he hadn't already thought through before the meeting.

It was at that moment that a guard dressed in a Senior Enlisted Soldier uniform opened the doors to the council room, holding a folder. The man made his way over to the Prince, handed over the documents, and saluted his Emperor. Alexei dismissed the soldier, and opened the folder. The argument between Churnaev and Rogov had subsided, and all eyes were on the Prince and the new information. From the look on Alexei's face, the group took it as bad news.

"Grand Communist Leader Alexei Brusilov, Premier of Daikerta.." Alexei muttured, anger enveloping his emotions. The rest of the group sat silent, after their Emperor read off that little bit of propaganda. "Mr. Rosse is instilling anti-communist emotions into his people against us." Alexei again muttered. The edges of the paper crumpled between the clenched fists of the angered Prince.

"A clever use of the Russian-Communist sterotype." Rogov began, smirking. "Now do you see? Action must be taken before tensions escalate any further..."

"NO!" Alexei bellowed, slamming the document onto the table. The group was startled a bit at the Emperor's ire, and waited for what he would say next. "I will not drag our Empire into a war so foolishly! All this is a diplomatic standoff, and we must treat it as such. I will address the international community over the problem. That is all, council dismissed."

And with that, Alexei stood up from his seat and quickly made his way out of the council room. The remaining men and women sat there bewildered, looked around at each other, and slowly followed in their Emperor's footsteps.

<Secure Strategic Command - undisclosed location>
The weathered Baron Templeton the "leader" of the Panooly continent sat sunk back in his leather chair while staring with a glassy look on the screens. He mumbled something like this: 'Goddamn bastards at Austar Union... How dare they throw me out... What the hell did I do... Bastards' he looked at the stacks of paper and the constant data feed from the world and to the government, ready to be made "socially acceptable", manipulated in other words. A guard came walking in with a man and a women tied to a leash.

'Mr Templeton, I have the two specimen you requested. They're still half asleep because of the rehabilitation process.'

'Well that's fine, tie their leash to the pole and leave.'

'Of course Milord.'

From the two lifeless plants a soft, roaring moan came, like you hear in those old zombie films. Sometimes theyr gargled and coughed up slime and making spastic movements with their hands, trying to bend them in the most impossible shapes.

'Jesus Christ will you stop moaning!' Templeton threw a heavy metal penholder to one of the zombies and hit his head. Several streams of blood streamed from the fresh wound and the zombie kept moaning. Suddenly Mr Rosse and Mr Rixx came in.

'Ah Baron Templeton, I heard you got kicked out of the party. Sucks eh? Well, are these the two specimen? They don't look that... different from us ain't it? Anyhow they seem quite normal. Are you sure the rehabilitation is complete?'

'Definitely. They're waking up, look Mr Rixx'

Mr Rosse snapped his fingers with force, and the sharp sound made the two jump up a little. And indeed, the zombies woke up from their undead sleep and babbled a bit. He untied the leash and were staggering around, through the command center.

'See? Now, are you sure they're awake. But Mr Rosse, do they love Guffingford?'

'Of course they do Mr Templeton, show them a communist flag.

A guard grabbed a small flag of Soviet Russia and waved it around. The eyes of the two zombies focussed on the waving red piece of cloth with the yellow hammer and sickle, their pupils turned into small pitch black dots and it seemed if sparks flew from their eyes. A strange shiver made itself master of the two and when the guard dropped the flag, they jumped on it and... started to eat it while screaming in a demonic way about death to communism while tearing the flag into pieces with their teeth.

'Marvellous Mr Rosse, marvellous. When are they ready to fight?'

'Well Mr Rixx, they do need a solid military training. But be thankful these are rehabilitated. Now they're human again, and that's all that matters.'

+++Open Transmission+++
+++To: The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: That which is unknown and unseen always commands the greatest fear.+++

"You have crossed the line with this one, Rosse. My people do not tolerate being called Communists, for we have no ties with the Motherland, and refuse to be held accountable for Mother Russia's actions in the past. Instilling propoganda into your people like that is low, even for a lunatic such as yourself. Yet I am a reasonable man, and I have not given up on diplomacy. Daikerta will be hosting a public summit, open to all nations of the world and beyond, concerning your wishes to commit mass genocide on innocent people. I hope you or a delegate from your country will be at the summit to try and defend your views. That is all."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

Newly promoted Marshal of the Armies Morgan Hasek Davion gazed silently out over the horizon, as Coventry's bright Class 5 sun rose slowly over the Shenias Mountains, 50 miles away. The morning dew sparkled everywhere, and the air was crisp with chill as he stood on the balcony of his Commanding Headquarters. The Headquarters was previously used by his Archon Prince and friend, Vlad Pryde. But it hadn't been used at all since about a week ago, when Pryde was assassinated during a military parade.

This day, however, The Marshal had uses for it.

Swirling his Irish brandy around in the shot glass from which he drank, he sighed deeply, and turned to walk back into the War Room.

"Atten-hut!!!" The Officer of the Watch called out near the door, as Morgan walked into the room. The ten Joint Chiefs of Staff stapped to attention behind thier chairs, waiting the signal to sit.

"Be seated," said Morgan, his deep voice reverting softly thoughout the room. Everyone sat down, drawing thier various papers, folders, and computer consols towards them. Morgan adressed them all.

"Okay, this is it. The nation of Guffingford, or whatever the hell they're called, has completely ignored our calls for a diplomatic solution. Instead, they look to kill and maim thier innocent people just because of some dillutional thought that all of them are gay. Am I correct, Ivar, in stating that they cannot even tell Gays from thier own strait people, and that they may very well be killing the same people who they are calling upon to fight against this so called 'plague?'"

Field Marshal Ivar Berstrom, commander of the Department of Military Intelligence, sighed. "Yes sir, you're information, as well as mine, is correct in this assumption. We do not know, however, just how many people have been killed by these religious finatics."

Morgan nodded. "And has there been any word from Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov of Daikerta?"

This time, it was Field Marshal Tony Banzai who answered his Commander. "Negative on that, sir. After you sent your transmissioned offer to work with them against this Evil Regieme, they have not contacted us yet. Perhaps your message has not reached the Prince quite yet? I would give it a day or two, sir.

The Marshal nodded once more. "Well, this genocide cannot be allowed to go on. Jack, what do we have as far as forces right now?"

Field Marshal Jackson Davion, commander of the AMS's State Command, looked up, slightly suprised at being adressed. He quickly brought up his notes and report which he had made for Morgan. He passed a copy of that report to his Commander. "Well, last I spoke with Hauptmann General Victor Franklin, he informed me that the 59th Light Horse Regiment is ready to be deployed; they have about 3,500 personell in that RCT, including 7 Tank Divisions, 38 Infantry Divisions, and 3 BattleMech units. The other RCT's; the 157th Screaming Falcons, the 44th Infantry Division, and the Fighting Titans 781st Airborne Division mount up to a total of just over 55,670 men and women. All units are on standby, just outside of Tharkad. Locked and loaded, sir."

Morgan smiled grimly. "Wonderful work, gentlemen. I believe that a formal Decloration should be sent to The Nation of Guffingford. Tony...if you please?"

Tony called up a direct message link, adressed to the nation in question. "It's on sir. I will be sending this in text as well. When I give the signal...you're on..."

Tony waved his hand, and Morgan spoke up.

"To whom it may concern,

This is Marshal of the Armed Military State's Armies Morgan Hasek Davion, Commander-n-Chief in temporary command of this Nation. We wish to express our deep displeasure at your nation and it's leaders for pushing such a fanatical and hateful genocidal mission. It is a mission of pain and suffering, not of freedom and redemtion, as you claim it to be. We have offered, and still offer our help and aid in deporting these innocent people from your lands to ours. We offer them sylem, and a loving and peaceful society from which to live. Our offer of a diplomatic solution is also still on the table. We hope you pick wisely and kindly, for our patience grows thin. Stop this mass killing, or you will pay dearly in consequence.

I sincerely hope it does not come to that however. I, therefore, know that you will make the decision which is best for your nation and your people. We await your responce, and your action. Good day."

Morgan waved his hand, and Tony cut the link. The room was silent for a moment, then Jack spoke up once again. "So, sir...should we sign this text?"

Morgan nodded, and signed with his laser pen. So did the rest of the Council:

Field Marshal Ivar Bergstrom, commander, Department of Military Intelligence
Field Marshal Nondi Steiner, commander, AMS State Command (stragetic)
Field Marshal Jackson Davion, commander, AMS State Command (administrative)
Field Marshal Michele Bjuti, commander, Department of Strategy and Tactics
Field Marshal Toni Reynolds, commander, Department of Military Education
Field Marshal Lisa Steiner, commander, Department of the Quartermaster
Field Marshal Jessup Winston, commander, Department of the Army and Navy
Field Marshal Thomas Steiner-Green, commander, Department of Military Administration
Marshal Grissom Miller, commander, Department of Mercenary Relations
Field Marshal Tony Banzai, commander, Department of Military Communication and Research

When Tony had finished his last signature, Morgan spoke up. "Send another memo of Alliance to Daikerta. Surely they want to work diplomatically on this as well, so inform them that the more heads we put together, the better.

"And Jack....get ready for the worst."

+++Closed Transmission+++
+++To: Morgan Hasek Davion, The Empire of Armed Military States+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: That which is unknown and unseen always commands the greatest fear.+++

"I am sorry it has taken so long to reply to your message, for I have been busy handling our own business with Guffingford. We are glad that a fellow nation such as Armed Military States are willing to work along side us in the endeavour. We cannot and will not allow this genocide to go through. I hope you will attend the Open Summit regarding this situation, which is currently being prepared. I feel there may still be a diplomatic way of settling this problem, but keep your forces on alert nonetheless. I will keep in touch with you as this situation continues."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

George was eating Gruel. His stomach complaint was getting no better and the only food he could keep down was thin porridge. The Physicians had come that morning. How he hated them with their prodding’s and their whisperings and damn-fool remedies. They had told him that he had malevolent humors in his stomach and suggested that they put a poultice of hot mustard seed on his belly to draw them out. When he had refused the poultice, they suggested blood letting followed by a medical enema. Were they trying to kill him?

He had thrown them out and would heal himself. His latest cook from far south had ways with herbs and had sprinkled some atop his gruel. It would not be long before he was feeling better. His Majesty had of course suspected poison, a man in his position could expect such things, but George made a point of having his food tested by various aides, and they were all fine. Maybe it was all the spicy food he was eating lately. He would have to change his diet.

George heard a loud knock. Ever since he had reprimanded his aide, Mavil had taken to knocking with ostentatious vigor. “Come.”

“His Majesty is feeling a little better I trust?”

“Just a little, Mavil, no thanks to the physicians.” George finished his gruel. “I would have you spread a little rumor Mavil.”

“What rumor, your Majesty?”

“The truth, really. I would have the people know I am ill.”

“But Your Majesty is recovering.”

“Yes but I would have them worry over my condition for a little longer. People value things more when they think they are about to lose them.” The King noticed Mavils expression. “There is nothing like an illness to increase ones popularity.”

“But Your Majesty is already well loved by the people.”

“Ecactly and I intend to keep it that way. Be sure to let the people know I refused the help of physicians – the common people can’t afford their services and therefore resent them. Personally I think its why the common people live longer than the wealthy; they are allowed to die in their own time and not prematurely physicianed into the grave.”

“I will do as His Majesty wishes.”

“See that you do, now do you have any news for me? What about our Mr Solan Rixx and Guffingford?”

“It will be a small amount of time before our trusted sources report back, but we are receiving sketchy reports of more focused Genocide throughout the nation. They are targeting the sexually perverted, homosexuals and their like Majesty. Reports of screaming mobs swarming the nation are most prominent in the reports”

The King rubbed his chubby hands together in agitation. “I can see that the people of Guffingford are lacking in both intelligence and good manners.”

“It is a well known fact that the people in mainland Europe are Barbarians Majesty.” Mavil said soothingly. “And that the people of Guffingford are the most barbaric of all.”

“That I can well believe.” George snapped. “Issue a statement to the international community, something along the lines of moral injustice, crimes against humanity, you know that sort of thing. All this talk has made me hungry, Mavil. Go and fetch me some real food, something with a bite to it. I am sick of gruel.”

His Majesty King George, would like to join his friends and fellow nations in the international community on condemning this course of action. A Government is responsible for its citizens, we are here to care and protect them, not punish them for their lifestyles. The British Empire requests that Guffingford halts this obscene witch hunt, and attempt to reform its now torn social structure. The British Empire is currently teetering upon the decision of military action, we emphasise our request for Guffingford to reconsider its internal policies.

OOC: This is gonna be fun! Guffingford consists of Germany, Poland, Switzerland, Luxembourg, The Netherlands, Lichtenstein and Belgium as the DR (Deutsche Reich). Norway, Finland and Greenland are (NR) Nord Reich. Offcially its on earth I, but I don't really care about that. I also own a large continent in the south pacific (Holy Panooly Continent) being the other half of my empire. HP is a totally underdeveloped country where time has stopped for hundreds of years - except the military reorganized by Guffingford. many, many jungles, mountain ranges as high as the Himalayah, swamps, deserts and foodplains. It's all there.

IC:
<national television broadcast from Solan Rixx>
'Feel free to come over to stop us. We will be waiting for you, and those unfortunate souls who we have liberated as well. We have no fear, we have no weaknesses. We have tried all possible diplomatic possiblities but have turned out you rejected each and all of them. We see no possibility to defend ourselves against communist aggression.

Repent, for the Kingdom of God is at hand.'

Signed, Solan Rixx, Signoli DeFelice, Jack Shaw, Dominic Templeton, James Moorehouse.

*****

SECRET IC:
<Message for Kampfgruppe 1 to 250>
'Young men, we must get ready for the worst. It seems two communist idiocies have decided to... Nothing is formal yet, but it looks like they're aiming for war with us. We have depleted all possible diplomatic measures that can be taken by sane people, but these warmongering masters of genocide want it. Well, they can get it. Our army is strong and honourable, we can crush them all. God grant they shall never set foot here!'

- Leonard Ynsson, Field-Marshal of Kampfgruppe 1 to 250

*****

All over the empire preperations for a coming war, streets were barricaded, roadblocks set up, tanks patrolling the streets and the omnipresent party banner was replaced by posters showing atrocities done by communists and their evil leaders Lenin and Stalin. Hour after hour the televisions pumped truth and balanced news bulletins into the rooms of civillians...

"...Fellow citizens, Guffingford my nation!

As many or some of you have heard Guffingford is labelled as a fascist, national socialist, radical nationalist, evil and racist nation. None of this is even close to the truth. Communism and left-wing socialism is the real threat my esteemed collegues. They have been twisting truth into lies!

Look at the facts, and despair! Vile left-wing hate states threatened us and allies of mine, with war and utter destruction! Communists, anarchists and leftists, lunatics craving to create a society where every person is equal threatened to unleash their outdated armies on our honourable shores.
The so called 'democratic nations'! A prank my friends! A mere joke performed by jesters in power! Let's have a look at their nations shall we? Crimes against humanity! We comitted crimes against humanity? Define crimes against humanity! They can't because starting a war with a reason which is laughable is a crime against humanity. They have been flooding the world with terror and fear! Yes, they claim to be peaceful! Can the irony get any worse? Yes it can since these lowlife scoundrels funded, aided and trained terrorists in our nation. Crimes against humanity? Clearly. They killed our lovely Führer and Emperor and denied it. But we, being the peaceful nation we are, have not started to mass-execute these vandals. No, they decide to sling dirt at us yammering about genocide, murder, rape and more lies. Lies!

These facts about 'genocide and torture' are so far away from the truth, lies aren't suited words to describe what they really are. Made up fragments of mout-to-mouth information, fairytales from aggressive, powermongers and hate spreading communists. Guffingford has always been a democratic nation with a peace loving and promoting government yet these people keep fanning the flames of war and hatred in our direction.

Guffingford will always remain a peaceful, a truely pacifistic nation unlike the ones threatening our people! We have always stood for peace and prosperity and now these maniacs will ruin what we have built!..."

Alexei stared at the television screen, completely fixated at the events unfolding. It was a special news report on the Affiliated States of Guffingford. Alexei watched perpexingly at the tanks rolling through Guffingforian streets, whole towns being barricaded, and anti-communist propaganda being shoved down every citizens' throats. 'When will the madness end? Have I dug us into a whole too deep to escape from?' Alexei thought to himself, massaging his forhead and letting out another deep sigh.

Down the hall, the sound of clanking steel and bootsteps on the floor could be heard. They were accompanied by a catchy tune being whistled, the song echoing throughout the halls. Moments later the doors to the Imperial Throneroom were thrown open by none other than The Dragon. In one hand he was twirling a revolver around his fingers, creating complex spinning moves, throwing the gun from hand to hand. This display continued as Rogov made his way up to the Grand Prince. With one last revolution, Rogov quickly put away the revolver in its holster and smirked.

"Diplomacy has failed, Emperor." he began. "Our allies are already up in arms, and it seems you already know the similair situation in Guffingford. All that is left in this whole spectacle is to declare to the world our intentions. Shall we stand back, cowering in the shadows, afraid to draw war, or shall we valiantly lead our coalition into glorious combat with the enemy?

Alexei knew that diplomacy had failed. The summit preparation had almost been completed, but Guffingford made the decision for everyone before any debate was sparked at the meeting. If Guffingford wanted a war, he would get one.

"Contact General Vulgin and Sloboda. Tell them to prepare the Legions for war. Raise security levels to High Alert. Leave me, I need to speak with our allies in peace."

Rogov, his cocky grin never fleeting from his face, nodded in agreement on his Emperor's final decision. Without a word, The Dragon turned back towards the doors and walked away, Revolver twirling all the while.

(ooc: Armed Military States: Telegram)

this makes absolutely no sense except from a racist point of view. it should have all ended with the sniper :sniper: .and it could have used some gunfights too. :gundge: :mp5: :(

Comminque to Guffingford.

The Imperial Empire of Belem gives its full support to our ally Guffingford in their noble endevaor to eliminate perversion from society as a whole. The Empire also offers Guffingford full militarily and economic support against the Heathen forces hoping to turn the Greater German Empire into a land of decadence and perversion.

Mayb u should outlaw stupidity while ur at it.
O wait, then everyone in ur nation would be killed too.

-only kidding.

OOC: Daikerta , telegram

*Telegram*-Daikerta:

Greetings friend,

I have read up on the latest of the sitsuation in Guffingford, and have also read your telegram to me and my people. We stand steadfast with you in our mission to stop this needless bloodshed and genocide. We wished Guffingford would have listened to reason, but they refuse to see the truth of what they do. Therefore, they will pay dearly.

I and my commanders have already drawn up battle plans, and I have issued an order to 5 million of our sworn military personel to saddle up and be ready in two days time to depart for orbit and eventual landfall in Guffingford. I will be sending you a private memo with our specific battleplans. We can cover orbital defence, infantry on the ground, and tank divisions. I don't wish to submit our BattleMech Warmachine forces quite yet. They will come in as our last resort.

I will send a Decloration of War to Guffingford. Will you be sending your own? Godspeed us all.

-Respectifully,
Morgan Hasek Davion
Marshal of the Armies; Commander of Armed Military States


*Telegram* Guffingford-

To whom it may concern,

We, the Armed Military States, have stood by and watched the genocide on your nation long enough. At this time, I am issuing a formal Decloration of War to you and your allies, if they so wish to fight in your honor. I regret it has come to this.

-Regards,

Morgan Hasek Davion
Marshal of the Armies; Commander of Armed Military States

And no one thinks of asking a four billion nation to join the war, who is situated in the United Kingdom, off the coast of Germany.
*sigh*

OOC: I'm feeling a little left out form all these TG's being sent. I want one!

Comminque to Guffingford.

The Imperial Empire of Belem gives its full support to our ally Guffingford in their noble endevaor to eliminate perversion from society as a whole. The Empire also offers Guffingford full militarily and economic support against the Heathen forces hoping to turn the Greater German Empire into a land of decadence and perversion.Listen to these words of wisdom! A nation, a Holy Imperial Empire by the Grace of God cannot be lying or spreading empty stories! Their voice is Holy Message, their words truth! Indeed they are heathens, filled with the most absurd conceptions about God, peace and love. They seek battle, blood and destruction, while we, the civilized forces of the world, have done nothing to provoke war. Belem, the most Holy Imperial Empire, for your endless trust in our missions and your faith to the cause, we thank you. We hereby hand over control of the Holy See, the most Holy place of Christianity. We shall salute the Belem flag and prepare a ceremony for your arrival.

*****

Armed Military States, we will await you. God has grant us the right to stop the lunacy known as sexuality, and none can take it away from us. If you choose to defy our sovereign soil, we shall have no mercy. The same holds for your criminal allie, the evil communist empire of Daikerta. We are saving the world from intellectual and moral decay, and from the mayham called communism. We await your coming. We will chase you off our grounds, we will destroy you.

Whatever it takes.

OOC: Well, I have got a lot of troops in you still, Guff.

Oh for the record, I've decided to split my MT/FT nations totally, so I will be RPing as Merchant Guilds proper again. Oh, I am also turning it hardline Catholic.

IC:

We offer the Guffingfordii Government our full support in this matter, they are only following the obvious course of action in dealing with the moral decay that has affected the people of Christ, thanks to the temptations of Satan and his Demons.

This support includes the 10 Guild Legions and four Air Legions stationed in Guffingford as part of our treaty of Alliance with them.

We would also warn our ally, Bob-Bob that action against Guffingfordii Interests in this matter, will only result in bloodshed between the British Empire and the Guilds, we are sure you would not like to see such a fate befall the British Empire.

Sexual Intercourse should be performed not wantonly but reverently and only in times when a child is to be procreated between a man and a woman. Thus, we fully support the Guffingfordii actions in wiping this scourge from the face of the Earth.

In the name of God and St. Peter,

Regards,

Criticus Zabic,

Newly Appointed Minister for Foreign Affairs,

OOC: Thanks for the support. I have Belem and TMG, if AMS and Daikerta want a third allie, feel free to pick. I'd like it if this war remains 3 vs 3. That would be swell.

IC:
<open television broadcast>

Loud animal roars came from the massive audience at home, in the political arena and those watching the whole scene on the compulsory televisions in taverns and shops. The applause was a shrill, sharp sound coming from the maniacal audience who kept shouting praise to the Lord, blessing Guffingford and love for the Great Leader - Solan Rixx now preferes to be called "The Great Leader". The whole length of all sides of the political arena was covered with the omnipresent party banner - the friendly, calm genderless face who's gaze is law and order. Peace above all else; serenity and a foreboding calm look before a storm.

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INFINITE LOVE FOR THE GREAT LEADER. HAIL HIS WORD.
FREEDOM IS HERE.

The shattering sound of the applauding crowd, the shouts of "SIEG HEIL MY HOLY LEADER" and the drum roll made a frightening repeating rhythm, creating one massive pounding heart. And suddenly, it was all quiet. On a small stage in the middle a short, slim person tortuous of love for Guffingfod stepped on the small stage - again with microphones around him while hearing an ear wrecking thunder of applause. He was one of the high council, one of the few people (like Barnard Rosse) who had the privilege of standing along The Great Leader Solan Rixx. He started his plea of hatred, the crimes against humanity, the evilness of communism, the temper of other nations, making the tantrum of all other nations look even more ridiculous, shouting about infinite love for His Greatness, God and Jesus. He reiterated again and again Jesus was coming, the Kingdom of God on Earth was at hand. Deception by the outdated, backwards democratic fascist hate regimes - behind the man (Joseph Cyre was his name) the endless lists of dissidents killed by democrats and communists were displayed by huge silver screens.

'...Sabotage! Lies! Deception! All done by communist pigs! Pigs are a higher lifeform than they are! The hammer and sickle is a sign of weakness, witchcraft and atheism! The only thing they deserve are the hellholes of Satan! They must die! And you, Guffingfordians, God bless you all! Be thankful you aren't a soviet! Fuel the flame of capitalism! Love your leader! LOVE!...'

Joseph waved his balled fists through the air, yelling in the micrphones, spitting at red flags and shouting more about the offensive way of communist lifestyle.

'...They have no God! No loyalty! No laws or honour! They are the crap of the world along with the other sexually undesirable elements! Puked out by the world in some mudpool they call the motherland! Communism is for the damned, fools! Thieves and liars! Equality for most, but not for their leaders! Rise against the red rapists!...'

He continued for three hours in the same way ranting about everything that isn't allied to Guffingford and in the end a mighty formation of hundred twenty jet fighters and bombers flew over.

-+- Message to Solan Rixx -+-
-+- Sent from: The Emperor of Huzen Hagen -+-

Sir we have long turned a blind eye to the genocides commited by your forces. We have never interfered or condemmend any of your actions before this but we feel, espescially after the incorporation of our brother Holy Panooly into your empire, that you are taking this too far. Your experiments on homosexuals will only lead to chaos and death, there is no telling how unstable your 'rehabilitated' humans will be and yet you seek to unleash them. i will reiterate that the Holy Empire has serious reservations baout what you are trying to achieve, your beliefs offend many in our nation and if you continue this line then public opinion of guffingford could well drop to the point of outrage and violence. We hope that you will at the very least tone down the nature of your actions so that we may once again return to our previous relations

Ferdinand von Maticheck II
Emperor of the Holy Empire of huzen Hagen
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We of Farmina condemn Guffingford, not for their actions, but for their inaction.

We are glad that they have seen the error of their ways however, and fully support Guffingford in its continued drive for purity, but offer no military aid.

Let all sodomites know that any Earthly pain is far less than that of Hell.

-High Priest Justinian,
Of the Grey Catholic Church of God,
Ruler of Farmina, Sinear and Manhands,
A Straight, White People;
Under a Straight, White, Male God.

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The stage, full of lights in all colours of the rainbow and something like a big discoball in the middle was in the center of all spotlights where the showmaster jumped from, to the stage. A friendly song of Rex Gildo played from the speakers; no one sat still on their seats. A voice announced the new show:

'Today's "It's torture time" entertainment show! Welcome dear viewers to this new daring, exciting and exiting show! Your showmaster, the super racially clean and keeper of the faith: Wayne "snappy suit" Pierson!'

Again the usual sound of a public going through the roof out of sheer excitement and happiness. The show was about to begin!

'Welcome dear viewers, welcome. Today is a special show because we have... The damned! The undesirables! Communists and homosexuals! Yes five of them! Today we managed to get real commies from the police, free to use for our show! Let's give our policeforce a warm applause!' The clapping was over the Wayne spoke again 'Well, what shall we do with them? Stabbing eyes out? Torturing their genitals? A firm whipping or flogging? Crucifixion? Stigmata? Boiling water? Death? You choose! Press the button of your choice and we will do what you want! We are fair and honest!

The public pressed the buttons and a few moments later the results came in.

'You know... Let's do everything to them! Isn't that fun!' The prisoners were brought in, strong young Russian men from Lithuania. Probably they aren't communists but the show must go on.

'Alrighty people! Let's see how they like a flogging! Two servants grabbed a crop and tore the clothes off the prisoners. Before the flogging began the men were tied to a wooden wall and it began. The small red lines on their backs slowly began to bleed with every lash, and soon after 12 lashes blood gushed out of the thin red lines. 'Okay! That's enough! How about a whipping!'

The public was laughing and cheering when the whips hit the bloody flesh of the victims, screaming the most horrible cries of pain and agony. Everyone of the audience encouraged with zeal the servants to whip them harder, more blood! More entertainment!

'Wow! Hold it right there! It's time to torture their genitals!' A servant ripped the pants and underware from the bleeding bodies and put on each testicle of every man a 220V 3mA jumper cable. 'I see they're connected! Let's put them on!' The showmaster hopped to a big powerswitch with a skull and bones on it. Wayne "snappy suit" Pierson jumped a little and hung on the handhold thusly pulling it down. It lasted a mere ten seconds and two of the victims fainted, the genital hair was smoldering and it smelled like a barbeque.

'Anyone wants some testicle burgers!?' Wayne jumped and hopped to the victims and took a fork from his pocket and he forked their eyes out smiling. The insane public was running through the studio screaming of happiness and cursing communism. The show went on, and the prisoners laid on the ground bleeding and begging to be killed. Their last wish was fulfilled and all five were given to the mentally rotten public who did everything to them where the therm "extreme excessive violence" applies.

'Now my good people! Let us all thank The Great Leader Solan Rixx for this amazing show! He is our leader, our friend, our light in the darkness! Jesus is coming! God is almighty! HAIL GUFFINGFORD!

Soldiers marched side by side in regimental columns down the streets of Rodya, dressed in their ceremonial uniforms. Decorated flags commemorating the Imperial Armies and their Grand Prince held by standard bearers made up the front row of each battalion. In front of the march, hundreds upon thousands of citizens threw flower petals and confetti onto the ground. In the distance, fireworks could be seen lighting up the night sky all around. It was a day for ceremony within the Grand Empire; today millions of brave Daikertans shipped off to combat the great enemy and to bring honor back to their homeland.

Slowly, each regiment began to gather in the King's Court, directly under the Golden Balcony where the Grand Prince would brief them. They came into the court from all directions, and lined up near symetrically to each other. Before long, the Court was filled with black and silver uniforms, awaiting their Emperor.

After several minutes of wait, everything around fell deafly silent. Even the fighter planes that had been flying overhead could not be heard. The silence was soon broken by an immense cheer, though, as Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta, walked onto the golden balcony. The immense projector screen above the balcony showed the Prince's face, while the speakers on either side picked up every little sound made. Alexei lifted his hands into the air and called for silence amongst the raving populace below.

"My dear Daikertans...you stand here today, not as men but as warriors, called into duty for the Greater Good. The country of Guffingford, a radical state filled with murderers and lunatics, have been commiting acts of mass genocide and many more crimes against humanity. We asked for a peaceful solution to the problem, but their leader, Solon Rixx, provoked war at every turn, giving diplomacy no chance. They have been prepared for battle against us before I ever called the Legions into mobilization! These warmongering, hate filled maniacs must not be allowed to continue their acts, I will see to that!"

The crowd once again erupted into cheer for several minutes, patrotism and adrenaline running rampant through every Daikertan's veins. Alexei waited for the crowd to silence itself before continuing.

"You will be fighting on sea and land, stopping only when the crippled country has admitted defeat under our mighty power. Care not for the safety of Guffingfordian citizens, for they are just as volatile and dangerous as their soldiers. Feel free to open fire on any man, woman, or child you feel may pose a threat to completing your mission. It is up to you, the great Legions of Daikerta, to bring back honor to our Grand Empire! You are dismissed, and good luck!"

The crowd then threw their hands into the air in revelry, while the soldiers made their way out of the court. They were going to march back to their base, and from there, would load up and be sent off to do combat with Guffingford....


+++Closed Transmission+++
+++To: Solon Rixx, The Affiliates States of Guffingford+++
+++From: The Imperial Palace, Rodya, Daikerta+++
+++Thought for the Day: What is a lifetime of servitude next to an eternity of damnation?+++

"You have asked for this yourselves. It was you who wanted to bring war to your lands. Soon you will pay the consequences for your decisions. Prepare, Solon, prepare."

~ Grand Prince Alexei Brusilov, Emperor of Daikerta

(ooc: If you don't want to play with an FT nation, then consider this ignored.)

The Cyrian govenrment has dispatched fourty Delver class cruisers and ten Drill class Destroyers, carrying 60,000 Cyrian troops and four hundred members of the Sedenta Golden Squadron, to ensure the rescue of all those condemned to death under Guffingford sexuality "Law." We are also seeking contact with other nations to consolidate battle plans, as we see the replacement of this insane government the only ethical answer.

The Cyrian High Chancellor, his bluish green fur standing slightly on end, appeared on the screens of all news networks in Cyrian Space, and in transmissions sent to other involved Nations.

"Yes, this is an open declaration of war on the Guffingford government. We will not tolerate the murder of people for their choice to do and think what they wish among others who consent. Since they consider these people inhuman, perhaps they will enjoy the irony of nonhumans saving them from this evil."

The Imperial Empire of Belem thanks Guffingford for their gracious gift to the Empire and you have our solemn oath that Imperial troops will fight alongside your men until the lastman.


ooc: troop numbers coming soon. I have to check my list to see how many divisions are still in GF from the dr. twist war.

"You will be fighting on sea and land, stopping only when the crippled country has admitted defeat under our mighty power. Care not for the safety of Guffingfordian citizens, for they are just as volatile and dangerous as their soldiers. Feel free to open fire on any man, woman, or child you feel may pose a threat to completing your mission. It is up to you, the great Legions of Daikerta, to bring back honor to our Grand Empire! You are dismissed, and good luck!"

I also have to speak out against this policy. Any cities captured by Cyrian Space will be protected, even if they have to be protected from your own forces. Genocide on his part does not make way for genocide on your part.

(ooc: Cyrian Space, this is a 3v3 war, and all slots have been filled. Oh, and since I promised not to make another OOC only post..)

All across Daikerta, millions upon millions of soldiers forming the Imperial Legions and the Armadas began their mobilization. They came into their bases from the train load, bus load and plane load, ready to bring war to the shores of Guffingford. Many hugged their children and kissed their wives for the very last time. Daikerta was only weeks away from moving into Guffingford's waters.

OOC: Remember to keep numbers realistic, millions upon millions means Total War and a lot of conscripts :D

IC:

Guild Troops in their various bases across the Guffingfordii-Panoolian Empire had received orders earlier that day to go to a high state of alert. Extra guards had been posted to the perimeters of the encampments just in case of the off chance of any agents of the Satanic powers watching or trying to disrupt God's Temporal Armies.

Extra ammunition, spare parts and supplies had been ordered from the homeland by the Crucible. The Legions within Guffingford had little to no desertion, since all the Troops despite being a little dubious to the new regieme knew very well, it was far better than the Guffingfordii Government, who would hand themover to the Holy Inquisition for their crimes anyway.

The Air Legion's were on a higher state of alert. Should any enemy force come within range of Guffingfordii Territory, they would strike them in the name of God.

Already liason officers with Guffingfordii and Belemish Units had been appointed and sent to the appropriate Commands, this would allow close co-operation between God's Temporal Armies.

A total of 570,000 Guild Troops were in Guffingfordi Territory, some 10 Legions, 4 Air Legions, 4 Airfield Defence Regiments and 2 Logistics Raider Regiments. A large well-equipped and well trained force, which specialised in Mountain/Forest Warfare was no laughing matter, especially one supposedly motivated by their Fanatical beliefs.




To: Guffingford and The Imperial Empire

Our troops stand with you, we shall slaughter the Satanic forces amassing for this strike against God's True Temporal Followers and send them into the fires of hell. We suggust that a large mass be held in one the great Guffingfordii Cathedrals to pray to God for his help and blessing for our troops in the battles to come.

Regards,

The Emperor,



OOC:

Air Legion: 500 Aircraft
Legion: 50,000 troops (inc. support)
Regiment: 5,000 Troops

Logistic's Raider Regiments are basically lightly armed, well trained and experienced Commando raiders in light transport, who hit supply lines and steal your supplies.

SECRET IC:
'Okay men, lay mines on the whole range of beaches in the Netherlands, Belgium and Germany. Load the coastal guns and activate the hidden buoys to put the Celldar in action. Don't forget to place the military speakers everywhere, orders from the special military division. I want jumping betty's with poison gas, tanks, artillery and those bunkers there, I want gun crews up there.'

'Aye Sir'

'We have our navy patrolling international waters, the Lich class submarines are hiding on the bottom of the sea, satellites are scanning the sky and airpatrols are carried out on the hour. Our troops are mobilized, our warmachine is ready to withstand the storm of the heathens. Are the Orders ready for battle?'

'Of course Sir. The Knights of the Iron Cross have made special preperations for the unwelcome guests.'

'Excellent. Carry on.'

OPEN COMMUNIQUÉ FROM SOLAN RIXX

Leaders of the world, today Guffingford, a free nation, a true Paradise equal to the Garden of Heavenly Delights, the Garden of Eden is facing a terrible catastrophe as evil communist forces threaten our shores. We seek no support, we only seek prayer from friends supporting us. Today we are saddened by the report of the airplane shot down by ADS on the Panooly continent it seems the airplane belongs to Daikerta* and their wicked allies. It seems they have been spying on us for a longer period of time, under the lie of peaceful airtraffic they abused our peaceful position of letting airtraffic into our skies**. This dangerous nation has been spreading wild stories of destroying Guffingford and my fair and compassionate allies such as Belem. They will never succeed. Today are hearts were broken by sadness and grief; an airliner of PA (Panoolian Airlines) was show down by fascist communist rebels betraying Folk and Fatherland for their most demonic cause. The plane was an airliner hired by a Downsyndrome band, a music group entertaining fellow people who suffer from this most terrible genetic mistake***. Everyone on board has died in the crash. May God grant them a place in Heaven. Thank you, and once again, we will not bow to communist terrorists.'

http://members.lycos.co.uk/manhattanproject120/Hitler.jpg
Solan Rixx, Chancellor of Guffingford, the Holy Dual Empire of Guffingford-Panooly.

OOC:
*: Lie, the plane's real owner hasn't been determined.
**: Lie, no one is allowed to go through Guffingfordii or Panoolian skies.
***: Lie, downsyndrome children are randomly executed in "It's torture time".

Three Imperial Battlefleets as well as five wolfpacks are being positioned between Denmark and Sweeden to prevent enemy naval forces gaining access to the northern German coastal provinces(ooc:In the area around the Straits of Copehangan <sp?>)


Eight Imperial Divisions are being deployed to vital frontline positions along sections of Guffingford coast. Four of these divisions are Heavy Armored divisions and the other four are Mechanized Infantry divisions. An additional division of Inquisitors is currently deployed in Poland on special duties but they are preparing to be moved to the front should they be needed.

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OOC stuff:

Each Imperial Fleet has:
4 Intrepid Carriers
4 Fiery Avenger Missile Ships
4 Shield AA ships
4 Tracker ASW ships
20 Romulus Battleships
30 Legate Battlecruisers
40 Vesuvius Frigates
60 Centurion Heavy Destroyers
20 Velite Attack Submarines

Each Wolfpack consists of 10 Fast Attack Lupine subs.

The fleets are accompanied by approx. 90 support and logisitcal ships.

Each Armored Division(Inquisitor division has same loadout) consists of:
25,000 soldiers
10,000 of which are Infantry
700 Crusader tanks
700 Crusader II tanks
100 Lancer Medium tanks
1,000 Cavalier IFVs
500 towed artillery pieces
500 self propelled artillery pieces
12 Starlight laser defense systems
100 Nightshade Attack choppers
100 Blackhawk choppers

Each Motorized Infantry Division has:
25,000 thousand troops
10 thousand of which are infantry
1,000 Armored trucks
300 Cavaliers
300 Lancers
500 towed artillery pieces
500 self propelled artillery pieces
100 Nightshade attack choppers
100 blackhawk choopers

An additional 100 thousand support and logistical troops are in position behind the divisions.

Air numbers to come soon.

(ooc: Sorry I wasn't on today, its was a beautiful day and I had to get some skating in with my bros. I don't have time tonight to make an in depth post but tomorrow I'll have all day to roleplay. I've asked a friend of mine from school if he'd like to jump in, making 3v3, but I haven't heard from AMS in like 2 days. If I don't hear from him tomorrow, do you have any objections to a 2v2?)

ooc: obviously you dont live in the North East of the U.S. which was a wintery hell of frozen roads and snow.

ooc: obviously you dont live in the North East of the U.S. which was a wintery hell of frozen roads and snow.

I do :)

Yes this is a tag.

SECRET IC

'Ok men, your mission is quite simple. Find the Daikertan capital, and make hell. Twenty B2's carry napalm, another twenty carry conventional bombs. Our fighter plane escort, F117's, thirty of them, F-22's, another thirty.'

'Isn't it a little bit... too much?'

'Your orders are quite clear pilot, you need to follow, not think. Remember, befehl ist befehl. Now go!'

OOC: Daikerta, do you have a map and can post your defences/forces please? Thanks.

(ooc: http://img140.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img140&image=rodya6xv.png not the best picture i've made...well alright, it only took me a minute or so. the actual map isn't finished yet, so this will have to do for now. look for a completed map tomorrow.)

It was raining, like it always was during the Daikertan Summers. Not a strong storm, though weather officials said this could be the case in a few days. Today it was just a light rain, enough to make you turn your windshield wipers on, or to completely wash away wet paint from a house.

All across the nation, a sense of tension could be felt. Everyone was on their toes for news from the frontlines or other bits of information. Radar of all forms were in use in every part of the Empire, and planes and helicopters from the Imperial Guard patrolled many parts of the land. It was their duty to make sure no foreign invader stepped over into Daikertan land or skies, without the Guard knowing of it.

(ooc: a link (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=392307) to the war on your front.)

OOC: Sorry I've been absent today. My grandmother died yesterday morning, so I am headed to California tonight to be with my family. I'll be gone for about 12 days. AMS is pulling out of this, because I don't want to cause confusion with my absence. Sorry folks.

-AMS

OOC: Sorry I've been absent today. My grandmother died yesterday morning, so I am headed to California tonight to be with my family. I'll be gone for about 12 days. AMS is pulling out of this, because I don't want to cause confusion with my absence. Sorry folks.

-AMS

I am sorry for your loss. :( I do know how it is to lose a loved one.