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Carmine: Who the hell does she think she is, Dubelco?

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OOC: Damn skippy shes not me!

IC: Onasi: I sincerely doubt she's going to start up our old troubles again.

*Emperor Ed takes a brake from World of Warcraft and checks his E-mail*

Ed: 1401 New messages.... Triana Smith... hmm

*he beings to Read the e-mail then laughs, sending out another to everyone*

To: All Leti Nations,
Re: Annexation of Dubelco

Freinds, it seems that a major func has entered the region, the last time this happend, it was remedied by a round of Annexations of Dubelco, I therefore that we have a sequel to this event, and call it. AnneXation of Dubelco 2, the quest for more bunnies. Please respond with your thoughts!

Emperor Edward Romanov
Empress Carolyn Romanova
Princess Natasha Romanov

*he chuckles as he forwards the letter to the region*

Triana Smith: Annexation of Dubelco II? Hmm....

Dear Emperor Ed, Lord of Linux and such;

Since we have already annexed you, and you are annexing Dubelco, I suppose Dubelco is annexed by us as well. You have our full support in the annexation. And too bad about the Manarthian Fighting Doves beating the pants off the Linux Penguins last week.

::Carmine goes through his daily mail and finds a message from Edenstein::

Carmine: Wow. They do still exist... I was beginning to wonder about them.

Jenny: I always did wonder about Ed...

Carmine: Well it looks as though their annexing Dubelco and want to split it up.

Watson: Didn't Dubelco get annexed by several other nations before?

Carmine: Yeah, but somehow they slipped through. And because Corran was a wuss he didn't get into it. Watson, write a letter to Edenstein. Tell them we're in...

Watson: Yes sir...

Meanwhile, in MadderMike
::Ritsuko and Citan are standing around a map in a hotel::

Ritsuko: I think it would be a perfect time to do it. Think of the throngs of supporters we'll get!

Citan: I'm not too certain! Remember what happened last time you tried to...

Ritsuko: Yeah, but last time that cretin Ulonov was in power. Now we'll have full support!

Citan: ::rubs his chin and furrows his brow:: I'm not too sure...

[Summary]: Ritsuko makes plans. HO officially annexes Dubelco

CoC officially annexes Dubelco

tag for later

EDIT: I was gonna place a witty retort later but class took precedent

...........ok

Edenstein is tagging his own thread.

A small Manarthian boy runs up to the child of an Edensteinian immigrant...

Boy: Tag! You're it!

He slaps the child and runs away.

*the edenstein child begins to cry and claim that everyone is against him and that the forces that be are ganging up on him, he then goes and cries to mother superior who punishes the manarthian child*

Saxes has nothing to annex, so we will not try to join in. *There has been a bit of a celebration in the streets for their Founding Day. Many children were running the streets, enjoying the days off from school. They played ultimate frisbee, ultimate soccer, and ultimate football, causing many scrapes and bruises and black eyes. Their parents and other adults were in the bars and their homes, enjoying the adult beverages they liked.*

As per the fact that Counterpoint seems to be on the brink of non-existence, Andaluciae annexes Counterpoint as an official colony, as opposed to a mere quasi-independent protectorate.

As per the fact that Counterpoint seems to be on the brink of non-existence, Andaluciae annexes Counterpoint as an official colony, as opposed to a mere quasi-independent protectorate.


The CoC will not take such an annexation lightly as we need all the land we can get right in that area so that Edenstein doesn't swallow us up.

Besides you have to get past Manarthian Occupation troops

You only have like 3-4 cities with troops in them

::Late one foggy night, while the populace of HO sleeps, a small freight ship arrives in a usually unused port in Waka Laka. A small group of quickly unload the cargo into an unmarked truck. As they finish, one man hands a small package to the ships' captain. The truck leaves quietly, heading towards Fei Fong Wong. The freighter slips away into the fog and heads towards the locks::

*On board Lucielle, a forty foot sailing yacht somewhere in southwestern Lake Erie, Dan Bowes of Edenstein comes onto the deck from below. On deck is Ellen, a girl whose age or last name he never bothered to ask when he invited her aboard for a little weekend voyage. The engine has broken down, and a fog as thick as pea soup envelops the ship as the sun sets.*

Dan: This fog is as thick as pea soup, and I think the sun is setting. *He peers into the fog.* Or the fog is getting blacker.

Ellen: So, like, what about the engine?

Dan: It's broken down. The guy I bought this from used to run a NOS system on it and now the cylinders are shot. I should have known better. Well, now we're on sails only. Also, the batteries are dead, and I have no idea where we are.

Ellen: So we're, like, lost at sea? Oh, no, we're going to die! I'm suddenly helplessly terrified and temptingly vulnerable! I'm too young...and beautiful...and nubile to die!

Dan: *blinks...looks around...blinks...pinches himself...blinks again* Um...er...yes...it looks like that's a possibility. Here...let me comfort you...

*The drifting yacht bumps against a rusted buoy. A faded sign reads "Welcome to Samsylvannia."

Dan: Aw hell no! Of all the...just when...grrrr... *he jumps up and starts fiddling with the rigging.*

Ellen: What's the matter?

Dan: We are getting the hell out of here right now! We've drifted into Samsylvannian waters! I just hope enough breeze picks up to get us moving soon!

Ellen: But I thought Samsylvannia didn't exist anymore!

Dan: It doesn't.

Ellen: Then what’s...*Very faintly, the sounds of frantic drumming and screams drift across the waters. Through the fog, they can make out a shore line and lights. Suddenly, the wind picks up and the sails fill. Dan turns Lucielle around and they head back out to sea.*

Dan: Yes, yes, yes!

*Suddenly, they hear a new set of drums, this time in a slow, steady rhythm, coming from the opposite direction.*

Dan: No, no no!

*They emerged into a break in the fog. Directly ahead of them, heading towards the shore, was an old fishing boat...or rather what used to be an old fishing boat. The pilot house and everything else above the deck had been removed and replaced by one long black tent-like tarp. Spikes protruded outwards from the railings. Several carved life-sized figureheads had been added to the bow. A row of holes had been cut in the hull above the waterline, and from these huge oars projected, moving the whole ungodly vessel along. The drumming apparently coordinated the rowing, and there were no engine sounds. Despite the unorthodox propulsion, it seemed to be moving along at a good clip.*

Dan: *Censored*! *Dan starts sweating profusely.*

Ellen: *Hiding behind Dan, her hand clutching a place he normally would have enjoyed more.* What is that? Who are they?

Dan: *Almost whispering.* They’re Cheesers. They lost their minds when Samsylvannia folded. They couldn’t take it. We’re humped.

Ellen: I don’t understand…and why is being humped a bad thing?

Dan: No, you don’t understand…these are some very bad…well, I wouldn’t call them people exactly. If they board us, we are in serious trouble.

Ellen: *Becoming more frightened.* Then why are we headed straight for them?

Dan: If we run, they’ll chase us...that’s their way. It looks like they’re coming back from a raid and are loaded full. We hold course and hope they aren’t still hungry.

Ellen: *Eyes wide.* What happens if they board us?

Dan: First they’ll rape us to death, then they’ll eat our flesh and sew our skin into their clothing. And if we’re very lucky…they’ll do it in that order.

Ellen: Okay…that sounds bad. Oh my God…look at it!

*As they near the Cheesers, they realize that the figureheads lashed to the bow are actual bodies. Several more bodies and an enormous hunk of cheese hang from what is left of the fishing rigging. After a few breathless minutes, the two boats pass each other. The Cheesers course never wavers.*

Dan: I think we’re safe.

Ellen: My hero! *She jumps on him. Dan passes out.*

LETI is dead. Let it die peacefully, stop struggling

::At the Hence Palace, Carmine is sitting in his throne, looking at a few papers he hasn't had time to read recently::

Carmine: Well of course they're upset! But the stupid shall be weeded out! ::He takes great flourish to stamp the word REJECTED on the paper. He smiles evilly. The door opens and Jenny walks in, closely followed by Watson::

Carmine: Where have you two been? I haven't heard anything from anyone in weeks!

Jenny: Umm... I'd rather not say...

Carmine: As Premiere, I DEMAND to know where you two have been!

::Watson turns a bright shade of red. Jenny shrugs::

Jenny: Well I'll tell you, but not now, the forums aren't rated for it...

Carmine: What?

Watson: Jenny! You just broke the fourth wall!

::Jenny, Watson, and Carmine stand speechless and wide-eyed for a moment, then decide it's best to forget what just happened::

Carmine: Ahem. So Miss Heartwind, what news do you bring?

Jenny: I've just finished sweeping LETI. It's deader than a doorknob most places. Edenstein is entering reconstruction from the Ulonov era, Andaluciae's government is going on sabbatical...

Watson: I never understood how a government could do that, but hey, it's their country...

Jenny: Izimbeckwi is also under reconstruction, Pax is undergoing a strange change that they probably don't want anyone to know about, MadderMike is content to be shooting up their own people lately, and DOS was just destroyed by Hurricane Muenster.

Carmine: Hurricane Muenster? I didn't hear about that! How are there even hurricanes in Lake Erie?

Watson: Well sir, that freak meteorological condition that created LETI in the first place gave us the same conditions. Although our hurricanes are named differently from those in the Atlantic and Pacific.

Carmine: Well a good thing too! They already ran out of names and are calling the latest one Tropical Depression Alpha. So what happened with Hurricane Muenster?

Watson: It had enough force to carry it completely cross the very heart of DOS. It was a category 5 hurricane. The nation was still reeling from Hurricane Limberger that occured at the end of last month. Sad to say, DOS looks now about the same way Tifa Island looks.

Carmine: So what's happened to the people?

Jenny: Hard to say. There are still remnants of the people that were away when it happened, and legend has it that a new strain of Samsylvannians have emerged. I hear their very crude. I hear their very rude.

Watson: I hear they're musicians gone bad, combined with a hint of westernism and piratism.

Carmine: You guys are crazy. But it does seem that it's worth looking into. I want a full report on what's happening in DOS waters!

[Summary:] HO government discusses events in DOS. LETI contiunues to live...

*The powerful new Andaluciaen Battleship ANS Anchorage and her two AEGIS destroyer escorts slowly traverse the bounding main in the general area of where DOS used to exist prior to the arrival of Muenster. Grand Admiral Scheer, having decided that the government sabbatical would make for some big fun with some pirates took the Anchorage and it's crew out on loan for a pirate hunting expedition. Of late he's spent most of his time in a reclining lawn chair drinking booze of all sorts.*

GA Scheer: Ah, God it's good to have my own private navy...I can do everything I've ever wanted to do while on ship... BOSUN! MORE BOOZE!

Bosun Jenkins: Aye-Aye boss! *hurries off to the liquor storage deck*

GA Scheer: Hmmm...finally a vacation... *his radio crackles*

Captain Thomas: Boss, would you be interested in some music? We've finally got those amps hooked up.

GA Scheer: About time. Let's get some proven stuff playing...break out the Zepplin. Kashmir ought to be a good song to start off with.

Captain Thomas: Got it boss...Looks like we've got some cheese-heads just off starboard. You want to sink them with the vulcan?

GA Scheer: What the hell else would I want to do with some pirates? Throw sticks at them? And get some Wagner playing, it scares the shit out of the cheesers.

*Walks over to the vulcan cannon mount, tended by two marines and takes aim.*

GA Scheer: Hell, I'm going to retire and do this for the rest of my life. I ought to get Andrew out here, I'm sure he'd love this...

*The Grand Admiral depresses the trigger*

(This is the end my friends, my only friend, the end.)

*Emperor Ed sitting, staring at his computer, looks up as the screen goes blank, he has been playing World of Warcraft for 159 hours straight. Zofia is standing next to the desk with the plug in her hand.*

Zofia: Ok, thats it, I've had enough... you need to stop playing that game and focus more on whats going on in the region.

Ed: *reaches for the plug* I call it "Pax Edenstein" this region has been more peaceful in the last few weeks then it ever has been... and besides.. my Paladin is level 53.. I need to go back to Um'Goro crater and help kill some Devilsaurs.....

Zofia: *limps over to a couch and sits down* I know your still upset about everything that happened with Ulonov, its been a few months now, Leti can't wait anylonger for Edenstein to come back....

Ed: Whats the point, Sammsylvania is dead, Carmine is still in power, CoC hasn't even thrown a rock across our border...

Zofia: Well..... we need to make something happen... give a speach, that always riled the crowd up a bit.

Ed: A speach...... ahhh... a speach..... I remember those.... *sits back in his chair* What could I speak about....

Zofia: Take credit for the peace of the region... That will rile up everyone... especially Council of Clan....

Ed: *Gets a spark of life back into is eyes, he stands up and slams his fist down on the table* YES! Thats it! Brilliant! *He takes a pen and paper starts writing out a speach of monumental proportions. complete with guitars, ninja's and speakers.*


*Out on the balcony, Emperor Ed walks out, the crowd in Edenstein square isn't as large as it usually is probably due to the fact that the Emperor hasn't been seen in months. LETI news is covering the event.*

Ed: Comrads! It has come to my attention that some people in the region feel that LETI is dead... These nations are DEAD wrong!

This region has been in a state of utter peace and tranquility! A peace that has not been seen since before the Great Lake War! Why have we had this Peace? BECAUSE OF THE EFFORTS OF EDENSTEIN!

*The crowd begins stir more.*

This peace has been ensured by the dilligent efforts of Edenstein! Edenstein and our Fighting forces as well as our efforts diplomaticly have kept back the scourge that once plauged our region, and have kept them docile and flacid!

Our nation remains strong both diplomaticly and militarily.. and I assure you.. that we WILL *slams fist on the banister* continue to be vigilent against the "Agressors" and remain strong against their threats and remorsless actions.

Be strong comrads, and remember, YOU are Edenstein... YOU are what makes our country great.. and ultimatly, what makes Edenstein one of the most powerful and respected nation in LETI!

*the crowd begins to cheer as the emperor raises his arms and returns to the office where Zofia has started playing World of Warcraft*

Zofia: How can you spend so long playing this game? Starcraft was a much better game...... And Command and Conquer Red Alert... have you ever played that? OOooh I'm Level 2 now...

Ed: Forget that Zofia, we have work to do....

(Summation) Emperor Ed gives a speach and has "Work to do"

:: COC Soldier throws a stone across the border::

*2 Edenstein soldiers on patrol along the Edenstein/CoC border are driving in their Kitzlokov fighting vehicle. Its pitch black, they've taped up all the lights in the "Ktiz" and our driving with nightvision goggles, this drive had become routine in the last few months, drive along the border, stop in Slavin, nail a few chicks by telling them they are vetrens of the Canal Conflict, get boozed up even more then head back to base. Life was wonderful for these two.*

PFC1: Turn on the radio...
PFC2: Shouldnt' we be looking for something? I mean it is our job?
PFC1: How many times have we made this run?
PFC2: Everynight for the last 5 months.
PFC1: Have we ever heard or seen anything?
PFC2: Well there was that one hooker that we buried out here...
PFC1: Other then her?
PFC2: No...
PFC1: Right.. so turn on the music..

*he turns on the radio and Elvis Presley blares over the speakers, their trek continues. But is interupted when a loud THUD is heard against the drivers side door, they quickly stop the Kitz*

PFC2: WHAT WAS THAT?
PFC1: Probably and RPG round that didn't go off...
PFC2: WELL WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO ABOUT IT?
PFC1: Get out and see what it was...
PFC2: But what if it was an RPG round and the entire CoC army is out there... I could get killed......
PFC1: First of all.. if the entire CoC army was coming across the border... and they only decided to fire One RPG round at us.. Don't you think they'd fire more? Or heaven for bid.. ACTUALLY BE KILLING US RIGHT NOW? Jeez...

*he grabs his Ak-105 and exits the Kitz, looking around with the night vision goggles he dosn't see anything. He looks around on the ground and sees a fist sized rock laying on the ground. He sits down and examines it PFC2 walks over*

PFC2: What is it? What did you find?
PFC1: A rock.... its not from Edenstein though....
PFC2: How can you tell?
PFC1: I used to be a geologist before I joined the Army.... look, look at the grains in the rock, very much like sandstone...
PFC2: It just looks like a rock.
PFC1: OF COURSE IT DOES TO YOU MORON! Edenstein rocks don't have grains in them like this due to the difference in the strata, ours are more solid heavy rocks like granite... This came from Counterpoint... Well what used to be counterpoint.
PFC2: Are you saying a CoC through this across the border?
PFC1: Yes... Yes I am.... Get HQ on the horn...


*after several minutes of trying to explain a rock, PFC1 gets the highest ranking officer that will talk to him at 1 in the morning Lt. Captain Monty.*

Monty: Your saying I should worry about a rock?
PFC1: Yes sir..
Monty: Private.... get back in your Kitz and finnish up your patrol.. thats an order.
PFC1: Yes sir.

*he hangs up the radio and looks at the rock. Then hucks it back towards the border, they get into the Kitz and finnish their patrol with hookers and booze*

(summation) The rock is thrown back across the border.

::In MadderMike Ritsuko has rounded up all that remains of the former administration. Sitting in a cafe, they sit and wonder as Ritsuko rants and raves for a while...::

Ritsuko: ...and it's high time we did something about it! No longer should we stand by while Carmine does whatever he wants the country. I mean look at this! HO has become a Corrupt Dictatorship by 'their' standards.

Luna: Well we really never worried about 'their' standards now did we Ritsuko?

Ritsuko: I don't care! It's time we did something big!

Corran: What if I just went back?

::The table is silent asthey all look at Corran::

Ritsuko: Um... it really isn't that simple...

Corran: Why not? I'll just show back up and see if the people still want me around. If they do, I'll just walk back into the Hence Palace and go from there.

Ritsuko: Uh... and what about Carmine?

Corran: What about him?

Luna: I think you've gone through too much the past year, Elwood. YOu can't possibly mean to just waltz into the Palace.

Corran: Why not? A nice park waltz would be very remniscent of the old days. I remember when Emperor Ed and I would...

Citan: Well I think as leader, he does have the final say.

Luna: Surely you don't agree with him!

Rom: He does agree with him. And don't call him Shirley...

Corran: Come on, when was the last time I did something that was totally stupid and devastating? ...aside from the Great Twinkie Incident in Land-o-Eric that one time, I mean.

Ritsuko: The Great Twinkie...

Citan: Ahem. We will not mention such things. Let us prepare to leave for HO. I will contact Henceland Hogan to start the helicoptor...

[Summary]: Corran and folks will return to HO

*On board Lucielle, Dan is still passed out.*

Ellen: Dan! *Slaps him.* Dan! Wake up!

Dan: *Groans and slowly comes to.* Ellen, what's going on?

Ellen: Actually, it's Jenna.

Dan: Oh...that's weird.

Jenna: Yeah, I felt bad about correcting you.

Dan: But you just did.

Jenna: Um...yeah. So anyway. You passed out.

Cheeser: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Dan: What did you just say?

Jenna: Huh?

Cheeser: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

Dan: Oh my God, how did he get here?! *Passes Out*

Jenna: Son of a bitch.

Cheeser: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

:: the Council of Clans 6th and 9th Army groups Invade Edenstein on their Eastern Border of Counterpoint::
6th army group(spearhead)
3rd Airborne Army(consists of both paratroopers and Air Assault Helicopter troops)
23rd Airborne Corps
24th Airborne Corps
101st Airborne Corps(all Airborne Corps consist of 4 Airborne Divisions,(13,000 men each))
42nd Army
16th Heavy Armored Corps(5 armored divisions)
18th Armored corps(2 armored divisions, 2 Mech Infantry Divisions)
34th Corps (5 Mech Infantry Divisions)
1st Army
78th Armored Corps(2 Armored Divisions, 3 Mech Infantry Divisions)
55th Corps(5 Mech Ifantry Divisions)
32nd Corps(1 Armored Division, 3 Infantry Division)
9th Army Group(follow up force in reserve)
11th Army
2nd Corps (5 Mech Infantry Divisions)
3rd Corps (4 Mech Infantry Divisions)
6th Corps (2 Armored divisions, 2 Mech Infantry Divisions)
24th Army
11th Light Infantry Corps (2 light Infantry, 1 Mech Infantry)
39th Corps (1 Armored Division, 4 Infantry Divisions)
43rd Corps (3 Infantry Divisions)
2nd Army(plug any gaps in the line)
4th Corps (1 Armored, 4 Infantry Divisions)
9th Armored Corps (4 Armored Divisions, 1 Mech Infantry Division)
123rd Corps (3 armored Divisions, 1 Mech Infantry Division)


(87 Divisions) 1,305,000 soldiers
30,450 Tanks
23,000 Infantry Fighting vehicles
300,000 various other vehicles (Humvees and trucks and stuff)


The attack is proceeded by Corps level bombardments all across the front from 155mm, 203mm Tube artillery (3,000 pieces of artillery) and roughly 2,000 MLRS Launchers. The bombardment is spread over 200 mile front and lasts for 4 and a half hours.

The CoC airforce from inside their own borders launches 400 JSOW bombs (anti-armor smart cluster munitions, that will will glide 20 miles behind the border and target any vehicle with a heat signature(probably would target houses and such as well if they have a generator or a large fire))



Bombardment begins at 0030 hours and at 0515am The first elements of the massive CoC ground force move across the border. The 6th Army Charges in, more than likely rolling across Border Guards like they weren't even there and moving North and East. the 9th Army Group Moves in behind charging straight east to disrupt Edensteins Forces there


OOC: ignore if you want, but at least its something interesting happening

THe CoC Army has a reserve of 3 more formations of those size as well as many smaller armies


At sea the CoC navy returns to port and uses land based aircraft for defense.

CoC Submarines(60 LA Class, 43 Seawolf Class, and 90 Virginia Class attack boats begin Unrestricted Submarine Warfare on Edenstien Shipping)


CoC sends Emmissaries to Anduluciae to see if his nation is interested in assisting in this war against Edenstein.

::In the Hence Palace, Watson tears into the Throne Room. Carmine looks up quizzically::

Watson: Premiere! You're NOT going to believe this!

Carmine: What is it Helmholtz?

Watson: IT's CoC! They just, just... just INVADED Edenstein!

Carmine: Why the hell would the do that? Edenstein has done nothing but promote peace forthe past several months, leaving it easy for us to keep socially engineering out citizens.

Watson: I don't know sir, but it looks serious...

Carmine: Well hell then... contact Emperor Ed. Tell Ramsus to get B4U Base online and running full strength. See if Grahf is back in running order, and see who else we can get with us. This is what we've been waiting for!

Watson: Oh... also sir, there's an unconfirmed Cheeser attack in DOS waters...

Carmine: Wtf?

::The skies are surprisingly quiet over Fei Fong Wong. As the orders have gone out to begin mobilization, the defenses have not quite started beefin up over the capital. A lone helicoptor is flying over the city, unless you count the usual F-18s that patrol regularly. They pay no heed to the helicoptor, much the the surprise of its occupants. The helicoptor heads over and lands in the middle of Yggdrasil Square::

Luna: I still don't understand it... what's going on here?

Ritsuko: You're right. Things are quiet...

Rom: Yeah, a little too quiet.

::The group exits the helicptor and Hence Hogan takes off for now. The group waltzes through the square and straight up to the doors of the Hence Palace::

Laura: Well that was easy...

Rom: Yeah, a little too easy.

::The door opens up and the group strides in. The current administration is nowhere to be found::

Ritsuko: The throne is completely empty!

Rom: Yeah, a little too empty...

::The group looks at Rom::

Corran: Watch a little too much Ninja Turtles these days, Rom?

Rom: Umm... no comment.

::Suddenly a big spotlight hits Corran, and the doors fling open. Carmine enters the Palace followed by his advisors::

Carmine: Ah... Elwood Zev Corran! I was thinking you might try to do something like this! You always were a bold one! And a stupid one! Let me show you something! ::He beckens to the balcony. Corran follows Carmine out the balcony to find hordes of people have suddenly appeared in Yggdrasil Square. At the sight of Corran, the whole crowd boos and hisses::

Carmine: Do you see that, Corran? It looks like your people don't want you back? ::He turns to the crowd:: Ladies and gentlemen! It appears your old leader has come back. He intends to oust me from the throne. As a bigger man,I put it to you! Who do you want to rule?

Crowd: CARMINE! LONG LIVE PREMIERE CARMINE! CARMINE!

Ritsuko: That putz... of course he put his followers out there in the Square...

Citan: I would not say that Ritsuko...

Ritsuko: Why not?

Citan: Because we were tracking the Premiere. Until a few short moments ago, he had not even left the Palace. Nor had his advisors. All these people showed up on their own.

Ritsuko: How is that possible? How did theyknow what was going on?

Citan: Keep in mind, that HO is the most intelligent nation in LETI, and almost in the world. They knew as well as Carmine, and Corran too, that this was coming...

Luna: So what do we do now?

Citan: We wait...

Far to the north in a forgotten land, in a forgotten airbase, created for a forgotten war with a forgotten enemy Brig Gen Mike Doolittle was bringing 750 B52-MMAJs back to MadderMike.

Brig Gen Doolittle piloting the lead bomber was chatting with his co-pilot Lt Mike "Wrong-Way" Corrigan.

Doolittle "Crap man this is going to be a boring flight all the way back to MadderMike."

Corrigan "What do we have for bombs?"

Doolittle "Oh about 1/3 have cluster bombs, 1/3 has the MKIII smart bomblets, you know the ones that seek out heat generating hunks of metal, and the last have the MK21 "Daisy Flame" Artificial Intelligent bombs."

Corrigan "MK21?"

"You know they seek out important targets by heat, smell or limos parked out front."

"Oh that MK21."

Doolittle "Why do you ask?"

"Well you know CoC has invaded Edenstein?"

"Yah"

"Well we could bomb one of them and finally have some fun."

"We could get into serious trouble over this one."

"Nah General, they would figure out we are from MadderMike and expect us to do something stupid."

Doolittle "You are right, send these co-ordinates to each of the planes -- at last we are going to do some real damage."

The massive flight moves towards the conflagration known as the border between CoC and Edenstein.

::Back in a hotel room in MadderMike, Corran and his administration have been sitting in stunned silence for a while::

Luna: I still don't understand how the whole country to be turned against us.

Citan: Carmine has had ample time to brainwash all the citizens of HO. Of course they don't want us back. They are all quite happy about the new regime.

Luna: But still... I feel so disappointed. What do we do now?

Corran: Nothing... we can't do anything.

::Ritsuko stands up quickly::

Ritsuko: HEY! What's with this lying around s&#*?

Laura: Well what are we supposed to do you moron?

Corran: Let's face it Ritsuko, the war's over...

Ritsuko: What? Over? Did you say over? NOTHING is over until WE DECIDE IT IS! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor??? HELL NO!

Luna: Germans?

Corran: Forget it, she's rolling...

Ritsuko: And it ain't over now! 'Cause when the going gets TOUGH...

::She waits for someone to finish her sentence, but nobody does::

Ritsuko: The tough get going! Who's with me??? AAAAAUUUGGHH!!!!!!

::The group stares at her in disbelief::

Ritsuko: What the f&#* happened to the government I knew? ::mocking:: 'Ooh! We're afraid to follow you Ritsuko, HO doesn't want us.' WELL JUST KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON! NOT ME!!!! CARMINE IS A DEAD MAN! KAHR!! DEAD! SLOTTER!!!!!

Corran: Dead! ::He stands up:: Ritsuko's right! Psychotic... but right! Now we could try fightingthem with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives. No... what we need is a stupid and futile act be done on someone's part.

Ritsuko: And we're just the ones to do it!

Luna: Let's go!

Ritsuko: LET'S DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::The administration runs like a football team out of hte room, screaming as they go...::

::Back in a hotel room in MadderMike, Corran and his administration have been sitting in stunned silence for a while::

Luna: I still don't understand how the whole country to be turned against us.

Citan: Carmine has had ample time to brainwash all the citizens of HO. Of course they don't want us back. They are all quite happy about the new regime.

Luna: But still... I feel so disappointed. What do we do now?

Corran: Nothing... we can't do anything.

::Ritsuko stands up quickly::

Ritsuko: HEY! What's with this lying around s&#*?

Laura: Well what are we supposed to do you moron?

Corran: Let's face it Ritsuko, the war's over...

Ritsuko: What? Over? Did you say over? Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor??? HELL NO!

Luna: Germans?

Corran: Forget it, she's rolling...

Ritsuko: And it ain't over now! 'Cause when the going gets TOUGH...

::She waits for someone to finish her sentence, but nobody does::

Ritsuko: The tough get going! Who's with me??? AAAAAUUUGGHH!!!!!!

::The group stares at her in disbelief::

Ritsuko: What the f&#* happened to the government I knew? ::mocking:: 'Ooh! We're afraid to follow you Ritsuko, HO doesn't want us.' WELL JUST KISS MY ASS FROM NOW ON! NOT ME!!!! CARMINE IS A DEAD MAN! KAHR!! DEAD! SLOTTER!!!!!

Corran: Dead! ::He stands up:: Ritsuko's right! Psychotic... but right! Now we could try fightingthem with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives. No... what we need is a stupid and futile act be done on someone's part.

Ritsuko: And we're just the ones to do it!

Luna: Let's go!

Ritsuko: LET'S DO IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::The administration runs like a football team out of hte room, screaming as they go...::



OOC: you need to stop ripping shit off of movies and make something up for yourself.

*In a darken Board room the Management Inc Board of Directors start their meeting*

Chief Financial Officer - "We have finished the finacial reports for the other companies in our region."

*The CEO of Management Inc looks over the reports scanning some of the company names such as Henceland Omega, Council of Clan, Samsylvannia, MadderMike, and Edenstein*

CEO - "What is left to be done?"

Chief Operations Officer - "We have done every thing we can at the moment. We have employees present in every company now. There is not anything we can do in our current state"

CFO - "We have to go public, then we can move our company policy forward"

CEO - "But what safe guards do we have inplace?"

COO - "With the recent buy-out of Ihcateht, we will offer stock in their assests. We will also start offering our services to other companies."

CFO - "We will offer only a handful of our services to start with. Loss Prevention teams can be rented out, Economic Consulting, and Extra-Nation Coperate "Reseach".

CEO - "Then we will go public. Start advertising our services immedatly."

-= In short, I have decied to join the insanity. My nation does not view it's self or others as nations, but as companies, and they sell there services to other countries =-

::In the Hence Palace, the administration is discussing the recent attacks on Edenstein::

Carmine: And I think we need to take action.

Watson: But sir! Edenstein has still not done anything yet. If we take action preemptively, we could end up on the wrong side of things. I know you don't want to be accused of 'monitoring the situation', but I do think we need some more information before we start jumping in.

Ramsus: The military is already on alert, and are ready to move out.

Raskalnokov: Come on Watson! IT's not like the people won't support a war! Especially against CoC!

Watson: I know, I'm just worried about jumping in too quick... we need more information!

::As he speaks, Jenny walks into the room and happens to overhear::

Jenny: Well, I know how you can get really good information on CoC, their economy specifically...

Watson: What?

Jenny: Well, our intelligence is top notch, that's for sure, but there is a nation that knows more about LETI's economy than anyone else.

Raskalnokov: Who's that?

Jenny: Management Inc.

Carmine: The country that announced on the news the other day that they were offering stock in a country they'd bought out?

Jenny: That's it. Their entire country is devoted to economy, heck look at their national motto!

Watson: But why would they give us information?

Jenny: They'll do anything for money... Call them up and make an appointment with them. We'll be able to work something out...

::Jenny leaves for the Map Room::

Watson: Well... it can't hurt can it?

Carmine: Hmm... maybe this will give us an edge on them anyway... Alright, Watson, you're on it. But don't mess around with this one, and don't waste our time. Edenstein people could be dying out there...

Watson: Yes Sir!

[Summary:] Jenny advises Watson and Carmine to meet with Management Inc before rushing into a war with CoC. Welcome to the forums MI!

COO - "Henceland Omega wishes to hire us. They have request a consultation meeting."

* The CEO looks over Henceland Omega's finacial reports *

CEO - "This could work nicely into our plans. Inform them that we will meet with representatives from their company."

COO - "Who should represent us?"

CEO - "Use Hewitt or Jackson. They should be able to handle his"

COO - "Yes sir, I will contact them imedately"

-= Management Inc agrees to meet with Henceland Omega =-

::In the Hence Palace, Watson is walking towards the Throne Room when he runs into Jenny::

Watson: Hey, Jenny! We've received word from Management Inc. that they have an open appointment date tomorrow evening!

Jenny: Tomorrow? Oh... Um... Actually, I have a meeting with Kenneth Gearthen from Hence-Tech tomorrow. Just have it without me. Just remember that the way they handle things is a little different from the way we do things here.

Watson: Oh... ok. ::He delievers the message to Carmine and quickly responds to MI confirming the 'appointment.'

::The CoC force has penetrated over 200 miles into Edenstein's interior meeting very tough resistance but tactical and strategic foresight are helping knocking aside Edenstein's lesser trained forces. Thousands of tanks on both sides have been knocked out and are burning hulks that leave a path of death and destruction across the Edenstonian Landscape.

The Air war is pretty neutral, with neither side able to gain a full advantage, CoC Raptors and Edenstonian Mig's spar constantly while attack craft sneak through and pull of Close Air Support Missions at high cost to both Ground Fire and Migs that weren't busy dueling for control of the skies. The Funeral Pyres of over 800 aircraft from both sides litter the landscape.

The CoC Offensive is slowing as they have reached the limit of their current supply situation and its forces have become disorganized, the CoC Army has stopped to reorganize and recoup their losses and to bring in Reinforcements from CoC Controlled Counterpoint. There are even rumours that Manarthian Forces may come forward to bolster the ranks.


Several Small Airborne drops have landed in the Edenstonian Rear with a total of 25,000 CoC Airborne Forces moving across supply depots and through supply lines trying to starve the Edenstonian forces at the front, unfortunetly this plan backfires and Several strong Edenstien Armored Divisions encircle and crush the CoC Airborne taking over 10,000 POW's and causing an additional 5,000 CoC Airborne Casualties while 10,000 manage slip into the countryside and reform into smaller units that are withdrawing back toward their own lines and hoping for another CoC Offensive Breakthrough to rescue them.



At Sea the CoC navy and Edenstonian Navy have met in several small clashes in which the CoC has lost 5 Battlegroups from a concentrated Edenstenian Naval Attack. Among the lost are several Great Lakes Class Battleships that dueled with Edensteinian Romanov's in the first battleship-Battleship gun duel in over 70 years. The higher velocity 16" shells penetrate and cripple several of the Edenstein Super Battleships but the return volleys of 18" heavy Armor piercing tear apart the superstructure of the CNS Great Lakes and leave her dead and burning in the water. Again Edenstein's fleet is victorious at sea but like everything in a war, at a heavy toll. More CoC and Edenstein Carrier Aircraft spar and take down several whole battlegroups on both sides in a hail of Anti-Ship missiles.


Submarines also attempt to strike at the enemy fleets, each other and of course at merchantmen that in the rush to war have not even had time to organize into convoys. Many Million tons of Shipping are sunk on both sides leaving CoC Counterpoint in a precarious Position.


All forces around both canals go on heavy state of readiness in which they expect to be attacked at any moment, but unlike any previous LETI wars with the Exception of the Great LETI war of `03 the canals are not attacked.


Summary: the CoC has rolled right across the Edenstein border defenses having achieved strategic suprise but have driven about as far as they can before they have to reorganize which allows for the emmenint massive Edenstein Counter Attack forces to form up.

In the Air both sides are still duking it out and no one controls the Lake yet. But its only a matter of time before the Smaller CoC forces are whittled down especially with the Eventual entry of Henceland Omega to the war.::


OOC: like I said, ignore it if you want but hey it could be fun.

::After weeks of CoC Soldiers rolling over Edenstonian Forces that seem confused since they have gotten no direction from higher, Both CoC Armies have encircled Linux, the capital of edenstein. The Edenstein Airforce has been bled dry and all naval encounters are ineffectual. An Additional Manarthian Army has invaded and on the verge of conquering Carinadia::

OOC: Whoa.. should check the forums more.. anyways Wayne, heh yeah... well two ways we can go about this, we can roll this back and actually have a war or... there is option two.. havn't quite thought through option two..but yeah... so I'm gonna make a post now.

IC:

*Emperor Ed sits up from his computer staring blankly at it, Empress Carolyn is standing infornt of him*

Carolyn: Hun, come to bed its 4:00 in the morning...
Ed: Love, I just got invited to a ZG raid...... And I'm the only paladin going....
Carolyn: You've been playing this way to much... You should get back to more important things like.... running the country... Zofia and I have been doing a decent job but not like you.

Ed: But, But....

Carolyn: And you've been completly ignoring our two children..

*Natasha walks in holding a stuffed bear*

Natasha: Papa come to bed....

Ed: but but she was just a child earlier....

Carolyn: Come to bed hun...

*Ed says goodbye to his guild and /exit in ironforge and turns off the computer*

Ed: Alright loves... I'll pay more attention to the country.. and less to World of Warcraft.

*Ed walks out of the office and finally goes to bed.*

<--- Mokosha (Horde side, Kirin Tor server). Valhelm (Alliance Side, Kirin Tor Server)

Seriously though, you CAN combine WoW with real life... It's just really, really hard.

OOC: Whoa.. should check the forums more.. anyways Wayne, heh yeah... well two ways we can go about this, we can roll this back and actually have a war or... there is option two.. havn't quite thought through option two..but yeah... so I'm gonna make a post now.

IC:

*Emperor Ed sits up from his computer staring blankly at it, Empress Carolyn is standing infornt of him*

Carolyn: Hun, come to bed its 4:00 in the morning...
Ed: Love, I just got invited to a ZG raid...... And I'm the only paladin going....
Carolyn: You've been playing this way to much... You should get back to more important things like.... running the country... Zofia and I have been doing a decent job but not like you.

Ed: But, But....

Carolyn: And you've been completly ignoring our two children..

*Natasha walks in holding a stuffed bear*

Natasha: Papa come to bed....

Ed: but but she was just a child earlier....

Carolyn: Come to bed hun...

*Ed says goodbye to his guild and /exit in ironforge and turns off the computer*

Ed: Alright loves... I'll pay more attention to the country.. and less to World of Warcraft.

*Ed walks out of the office and finally goes to bed.*


nah just forget it ever happened, its been 3 full months since i crossed the border.

I'm not really interested, i did that just to liven up this RP and well i guess that failed.

::Watson comes running into the throne room of the Hence Palace::

Watson: Interesting news sir!

Carmine: What's that? You mean something's actually happening?

Watson: Well, um not really... but it seems that all our reports were wrong! CoC did NOT, in fact, invade Edenstein!

Carmine: What? For monthd we've been hearing about this invasion, and now it NEVER HAPPENED?

Watson: Correct, sir...

Carmine: What else hasn't been happening that I should know about?

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In MadderMike

::Corran looks up from the book he's been attempting to write when he hears something on the television:: "Hmm... maybe it's time..."

::tag!!:: Finally!

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In MadderMike

::Corran looks up from the book he's been attempting to write when he hears something on the television:: "Hmm... maybe it's time..."

An old man comes clumping by inching along with his walker. Palsied hands struggling to hold on to the cushioned grips. Both legs end in artificial feet and he is towing an oxygen bottle cart behind him. His eyes are masked by the dark red wrap-around sun glasses.

He looks into the room pointing a gnarled arthritic finger at Corran "You can make a difference." he gasps.

He then falls into a spasmodic coughing fit ended by a hacking spit of black sputum dropping into a battered coffee can attached to the walker. When this is over he carefully lites a cigarette, making sure he doesn't blow himself up with the oxygen nearby.

::Corran watches the man as he lights his cigarette. He turns to look at Luna and Ritsuko::

Corran: You know, he's absolutely right!

Ritsuko: Surely you can't be serious...

Corran: I am serious, and don't call me Shirley.

Ritsuko: You're going to take advice from a man like that?

Corran: Ritsuko, I must tell you that old, faltering, deranged, senseless men are what shaped this region in the first place. And if you look around, we've been allowing things to get too complacent. It's time we struck a plan, and I know exactly the first step!

3 days later

::Corran is sitting in a chair in a cafe, fairly unaware of what's going on around him::

Luna: You know, when you said you had your first step figured out, I didn't think you meant having your teeth pulled...

Corran: Oh... yeah... that's been bothering me for years...

Ritsuko: Are you still high on the nitrous, or have you started taking the vicadin yet?

Corran: What? Oh... uh....

::Ritsuko smacks her head:: Ritsuko: I think it's time I started taking some action again...

The old man with the walker is painstakingly making his way down the street. As he passes a small cafe a young man just out of his teens pulls out a small caliber pistol. Pointing at the old man he demands the codger's money.

In a smooth fluid motion borne of hundreds of hours of practice the old man pulls a Colt Python .357 magnum from somewhere on his body. With no discernable physical impairment the old man empties three rounds into the young man. One in the forehead and two in the chest. With a gurgling sound the younger man drops to the ground.

The old man looks at the dead man with hardly an emotion on his face. He spots the on-lookers at the cafe and says "Sometimes violence is the only answer."

Also in the MadderMike Cafe

A lone middleaged woman, wearing a "I'm from Manarth: Please don't shoot me" t-shirt over tactical body armor and somehow managing to strap five pistols over various body parts, shrugs at the sight of the young man.

"Damn shame that. The old man didn't even warn him."

"Bullshit," says her companion, a grizzled old man wearing a faded Admiral's uniform with several different flags of LETI and LOTI nations sown on the sleeve, one over the other. MadderMike is the second from the top, undernieth Manarth's. He, odd for anyone in MadderMike, doesn't appear to be armed, and not in the "concealed-carry licence" sort of way. "You forget where you are. The half second delay between the draw and the triggerpull was the warning. Stupid kid forgot to flinch and flick the safety. The authorities will have to write this one up as a suicide I think."

"Whatever you say Jim. I still say it's a damn shame."

"It is, throwing his life away like that for some pocket money. He'd have better luck with the teenagers, their accuracy tends to suffer. Poor form and all."

"This isn't getting anywhere."

"Bah, that's the way it is with you young'ens. Us old people, we've learned to analyze things. Experience and what-have-you. What's your point anyway?"

The middle aged woman sighed at the old man. She opened her mouth to speak, but he interupted her. "I think you just want to hear yourself talk sometimes. You really don't have anything at all to say, but you just have to say it, and pretend it's helpful, or a valid point of view. You really have to learn when silence is golden, you know."

They went back to drinking their cheap Dubelco Ale in silence.

Near the MadderMike Cafe

When everything had quieted down a bright blue Humvee with Michaelgrad Police hastily painted over what looked to be MadderMike Army insignias along the sides rolled to a stop next to the dead body. Two heavily armored policewomen cautiously approached the fly covered young man.

"Anyone see what happened?" asked the senior cop, clearly not wanting an answer.

The second cop carefully nudged the body with her steel toed boot. "Nothing here." She said stating the obvious.

She looked up to see the modified street cleaner/coroners office body pickup vehicle approaching. Other than the normal collection of cafe patrons the only noticeable person was an old man clumping down the street using a battered walker.

As the cops waited for the coroner to pick up the body the senior officer began to eye the doughnut display case in the cafe.

And then Triana Smith died.

No one knew quite what to make of it. For some, she had been the only Prime Minister they had ever known. For others, the long time she had ruled Manarth with an iron fist had left them completely unable to deal with the possibility she would no longer be around.

She had been so sucessful in preserving the ever fragile peace of a GLTI nation, that she had removed anyone that could be in a possition to replace her.

Days passed, the nation ran about the same as before, but the leaders of the various Manarthian offices began fervent preparations for a civil war. The army, the navy, the coastguard, the marines, the police, the diplomats, even the universeties began to put forth their own candidates to become the next President. Agreements and backroom deals left the nation in three distinct camps at the end.

Representing the party that had long since become the one and only in Manarthian politics, was Smith's former chief advisor, a man with the unassuming title of Undersecretary of Foriegn Affairs: LETI, James Wallace. Under his careful and meticulous backroom dealings, he managed to form a coalition of the Army, Airforce and Diplomatic staff, but unfortunately lacked the charisma to convince the people to side with him.

Out of the Radical Liberal Party, existing only as a fractured shell the past decades, emerged the President of New Miami University. Dr. G. Douglas Ashton had managed to revive the old party, promissing reform from the years upon years of oppression that Smith had visited on the Manarthian people.

Not everyone within the Democratic Republican Coalition Party had agreed with Wallace, however. The Navy, the Marines and the Police department all opposed his rise on principal. Yet, they still lacked an effective character to bring all their ideals together. Out of this, they finally managed to find and convince the one man still living who was reguarded as a Hero to Manarthians everywhere... Admiral James T. Cook, PRMN Retired, MMN Retired, DRN Retired, WPBN Retired. By Manarthian standards he should be dead, but he had long taken the practice of living in LETI, which prolongs lives long past their due.

Many people in the GLTI have wondered why the worst curse you can say to a Manarthian is "May you live during an election year." Those that know about Manarth's history know the answer.

::HO Channel 2 News::

Tom: Strip tease indeed Diane! I wonder if the horse will be convicted... In other news, Triana Smith, Prime Minister of Manarth died suddenly and without warning.

Diane: That's a little redundant Tom. If someone dies suddenly it would be without warning.

Tom: Oh ho ho! And that's why you'll continue to be co-anchor wench Diane! There have been plenty of sudden deaths with warnings. Most of them occuring in MadderMike, but of course elsewhere.

Diane: MadderMike can hardly count for...

::Carmine turns off the news. He sits back and frowns::

Carmine: Heartwind!

Jenny: Yes, Premiere?

Carmine: I want you to keep a steady eye on this Manarth election. You know what to do after the results.

Jenny: Pending the results, of course. But you know if I were around last election I couldn't have done that.

Carmine: Yes I realize that. But statistics have shown...

Jenny: I know the statistics.

Watson: Ahem. Speaking of statistics sir, I've just received word that less than 700 nations in the world have lower crime than we do.

::Carmine grins knowingly::

Carmine: Of course Watson, the Blue Guards have been doing their jobs marvelously...

Watson: Of course, Raskalnokov also mentions that all the jails in the nation are full. We need more prisons built to hold all the dissentors and rebels in this nation.

Carmine: That's because the older ones are being to soft. Send a message to the Blue Guards, reminding them of the IE offenses.

Jenny: IE offenses?

Carmine: Instantly Executable offenses... there are more of them than are being enforced, and that is why we have to waste taxpayer l33ts to pay for these prisons.

Watson: Umm... yes sir...

::Watson runs off, as he does so, he develops a hernia::

Deep under Michaelgrad in the latest Government offices

Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping, Prime Minister and President for Life of MadderMike was pouting. He was talking to his consort and Secretary of State of MadderMike, and the true ruler of MadderMike.

"Manarth is having an election, why can't we?"

"You remember what happened last time we had an election don't you." Em replied while kneading the muscles in his neck.

Mike couldn't remember partly due to the neck rub and partly due to his lack of mental capacity. "Um, not really, does it have to do with the immigrants living on the surface?" He asked.

"No, but that is a new concern, remember all the opposition we had to "relocate" just before you were elected again?" she answered in a soothing amourous voice.

Mike forgot about the elections and pretty much everything else.......

::Jenny shook her head slightly as she exited a flight in Manarth. Poor Watson didn't even know that Carmine was preparing her to take over his position as well as continuting her own. She thought of the conversation Carmine hadhad with her that morning...::

Carmine: Of course I've noticed it Jenny. That man has no faith left in this government. If not for how thorough he was and his high intelligence, I'd have the Blue Guards arrest him.

Jenny: You can't do that! I think he just needs to have less authority in the government, less responsibilities, less work to do. If you gave him a nice easy job in the intelligence department or something, he'd probably do well.

Carmine: You must understand though that I have no room for people that don't support me. Those are the people that eventually lead to dissent and revolution.

Jenny: Can't we please try my way first and see what happens?

Carmine: All right then. You do realize that means you must now go to Manarth to watch and affect the election as best you can...

::Watson hadn't been told yet. Carmine wanted to wait until after the elections. Jenny shrugged. Because her morals were a bit looser than Watsons, trying to affect an election and getting in well with the winning candidate was going to be much easier than if Watson had been sent to do it. She looked at the information she'd written down::

Jenny: Well, let's see which of these guys will promise the best relations with HO...

And then Triana Smith died.

No one knew quite what to make of it. For some, she had been the only Prime Minister they had ever known. For others, the long time she had ruled Manarth with an iron fist had left them completely unable to deal with the possibility she would no longer be around.

She had been so sucessful in preserving the ever fragile peace of a GLTI nation, that she had removed anyone that could be in a possition to replace her.

Days passed, the nation ran about the same as before, but the leaders of the various Manarthian offices began fervent preparations for a civil war. The army, the navy, the coastguard, the marines, the police, the diplomats, even the universeties began to put forth their own candidates to become the next President. Agreements and backroom deals left the nation in three distinct camps at the end.

Representing the party that had long since become the one and only in Manarthian politics, was Smith's former chief advisor, a man with the unassuming title of Undersecretary of Foriegn Affairs: LETI, James Wallace. Under his careful and meticulous backroom dealings, he managed to form a coalition of the Army, Airforce and Diplomatic staff, but unfortunately lacked the charisma to convince the people to side with him.

Out of the Radical Liberal Party, existing only as a fractured shell the past decades, emerged the President of New Miami University. Dr. G. Douglas Ashton had managed to revive the old party, promissing reform from the years upon years of oppression that Smith had visited on the Manarthian people.

Not everyone within the Democratic Republican Coalition Party had agreed with Wallace, however. The Navy, the Marines and the Police department all opposed his rise on principal. Yet, they still lacked an effective character to bring all their ideals together. Out of this, they finally managed to find and convince the one man still living who was reguarded as a Hero to Manarthians everywhere... Admiral James T. Cook, PRMN Retired, MMN Retired, DRN Retired, WPBN Retired. By Manarthian standards he should be dead, but he had long taken the practice of living in LETI, which prolongs lives long past their due.

Many people in the GLTI have wondered why the worst curse you can say to a Manarthian is "May you live during an election year." Those that know about Manarth's history know the answer.


I think she has lived the longest by far of any Manarthian Leaders.

I think she has lived the longest by far of any Manarthian Leaders.

OOC: Not that that's saying very much. XD

OOC: Not that that's saying very much. XD


she lived long by Council of Clan standards as well.

::Carmine looks over the news from the past week and catches something interesting::

Carmine: General Kahr!

Ramsus: Yes Sir!

Carmine: When did Lowell Simshauser officially step down from Spinkoslovakia?

Ramsus: I think it was about 6 days ago. The country actually has lost most of its people to a plague.

Carmine: Plague? Is it safe now?

Ramsus: Yes Sir, reports have it that the quarantine worked, but Simshauser was so crushed, he stepped down.

Carmine: Now, this was 6 days ago... and you're telling me nobody has annexed their land yet?

Ramsus: No Sir.

Carmine: Well then General I want you to land your troops in Spinkoslovakia and officially annex the land for HO!

Ramsus: But Sir, Spinkoslovakia is landlocked on the big island...

Carmine: I don't care! Do you notice how far away Alaska is from the United States? What matters is that we can finally annex something!

Ramsus: Well Sir, the other ruler did annex the Island of Dr. Klahn when he mysteriously vanished...

Carmine: That hardly counts. Send in the troops!

Ramsus: Yes Sir!

It's been a solid four months, and the Andaluciaen High Command, except for the soulless losers of the strategic arm, has collectively drained the entire regional supply of absinthe, whiskey and schnapps. Grand Admiral Scheer has taken a battlecruiser out on loan to find the storied Vodka stocks of Edenstein, preferably at the Linux area Viking Liquors, where he heard that they've got the best brands for decent prices.

Private contractors have been hired to maintain everything of importance, chiefly because the government has abdicated all authority. At the same time, the Industries of Andaluciae have received massive orders for every sort of widget and gizmo imaginable, from an order for thirty thousand cartridges of violet ink to forty-five million ten watt lightbulbs. Payment has been in the form of the condemned radioactive lands in the south, and the occasional promise of cash.

*In a small coffee shop on the outskirts of Edenstein square, a tall, leggy blonde wearing a Ushenka, Trenchcoat and sunglasses walks in. Looking around she see's a jittery man sitting in the back of the room, trying not to look suspicious but not doing a very good job at it. Carrying a briefcase in her hand she walks over to the table and looks the man in the eyes*

Women: The square is so beautiful in the summer.
Man: (jitter) But only em if you like the bugs..

*she sits down across from him*

Women: Did you bring the documents?
Man: Yes.. Yes I did.. I had to sneak them out in my daily reports.. so Zofia wouldn't see them.. but ah yeah I've got them...
Women: Let me see.. let me see..

*the man hands over a manilia folder*

Man: Do you have my money?

*she kicks the briefcase under the table to him*

Woman: As agreed... 100,000 Rubles.. *she thumbs through the folder* this will do nicely.. it has been a pleasure..

*she stands up and puts the folder under her coat, and walks out into the square and leisurly strolls away, back in the coffee shop the jittery man pulls up the brief case and puts it on the table*

Man: Hmmm the shores of Henceland Omega for me.. nice and sunny.. *he flips open the latches on the case and hears a beep* Wha?

*The briefcase detonates sending a massive fireball through the shop.. incinerating the man and most of the patrons instantly.. strangly an old man sitting in the corner of the shop survives.. and complains that his coffee is too cold.*

*It was a crisp early autumn morning. As the red sun rose slowly into the misty sky, a man in a dark cloak sat atop a sand dune, pondering, watching the waves break on the beach.
Life...the Universe...Everything... Slowly, he stood. In the breeze his cloak waved behind him.
Was it really so long ago that I last gazed upon these waters? He felt old. The past few years had taken him far...performing in bars for nothing, explaing the difference between .5mm and .7mm pencils to old ladies, sixth grade band...he shuddered.
Sixth grade band...after that...I think I can handle this. On the beach below him was a small sailboat. He pushed it into the murky waters and raised the white sails. He headed straight out towards the islands that were on no map, but he knew to be there just the same. The little catamaran skipped across the waters. He looked up into the sails.
Needs just one more adjustment...there. He sat back with one hand on the tiller. Now a flag rippled in the wind atop the mast. It was black. On it - the cheese and crossbones - the Jolly Munster.
And soon...revenge...

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