Gnufasur
18-04-2005, 07:52
((OOC: .... Yeah, I got bite by the marraige bug too. lol >_> Erm, here goes!))
The Country was still reeling from the Krowemohian Assault. After three full days of orbital bombardments and Krowemohian shock troopers fighting within the cities, the Krowemohian Forces withdrew, taking with them the Colony Ship which had brought the Gnufasurians to these land so long ago.
The rebuilding process began immediately, and plans were laid out to build some sort of barrier which would serve to protect the Gnufasur mainland from future oribital bombardment.
With the Royal Palace completely destroyed, the entire government body was moved to the Shin-Ra Tower III, a little over four miles away from the ruins of the Royal Palace.
Prince Rufus Mew had his private office placed near the base of the tower, so that should he need to be evacuated, time would not be wasted travelling down from the tower.
Sitting in his office, Prince Rufus Mew came to realize that had he been only a few minutes slower in leaving the Palace, he would have been killed, and that would have left Gnufasur leaderless. With no children of his own, there were no heir to the throne.
Prince Mew knew he had to remedy this, immedaitely...
Pressing the button on his intercom, he buzzed his secretary, and spoke quickly, "Sarah, ycg dra Vuneakh Namydeuhc Tabyndsahd du bucd ib yh yhhuihlasahd uv so ehdahd du synno."
"Oh umh, cen. E's cehkma..." Came the sectretary's hopeful voice through the tiny speaker.
Prince Mew smirked, "E ghuf. Rufajan, drec ech'd zicd vun sa. Y synneyka fedr yhudran luihdno fuimt ramb vuns puhtc, vneahtcrebc yht ymmeac fedr frus fru lyh ramb tavaht ic ykyehcd Krowemoh." He let her down oh so gently.
"E's cunno. E yldat duu nycr. E crymm vunfynt dra naxiacd huf..."
Hours later, the following announcement is made to the world...
Attention People of the world and Universe Beyond. His Majesty, Prince Rufus Mew III of the Separatist Nation of Gnufasur, seeks to marry a woman of royal decent. The only requirements for the marriage is that the woman must be of royal blood no younger then seventeen years of age and no older then forty-five years of age, and must be female. Although a Neko would be perferrable, the offer is opened to all Neko-compatiable races, which includes humans and elves. Knowing the Gnufasurian language isn't needed, but it would be considered a plus.
All eligable applicants are invited to visit the Gnufasur Mainland, and transportation to the Shin-Ra Tower III will be arranged from the harbour city Zihuh, or the Krowemohian International Airport and Spacepad. Once at the Shin-Ra Tower III, a ball will be held complete with buffet and recrational facilities, and each canidate will be introduced to Prince Rufus Mew III.
The Prince will marry only one girl.
All interested parties should send a reply to myself, including brief information on whom will be applying for the Prince's hand in marriage. If transportation to Gnufasur is needed, we shall see what can be arranged.
May good health and long life be yours always,
Tom Berringer, Head of the Foreign Relations Department
((OOC: Well, there goes. Hope this thing doesn't bomb like Gigli... >_> ))
The Country was still reeling from the Krowemohian Assault. After three full days of orbital bombardments and Krowemohian shock troopers fighting within the cities, the Krowemohian Forces withdrew, taking with them the Colony Ship which had brought the Gnufasurians to these land so long ago.
The rebuilding process began immediately, and plans were laid out to build some sort of barrier which would serve to protect the Gnufasur mainland from future oribital bombardment.
With the Royal Palace completely destroyed, the entire government body was moved to the Shin-Ra Tower III, a little over four miles away from the ruins of the Royal Palace.
Prince Rufus Mew had his private office placed near the base of the tower, so that should he need to be evacuated, time would not be wasted travelling down from the tower.
Sitting in his office, Prince Rufus Mew came to realize that had he been only a few minutes slower in leaving the Palace, he would have been killed, and that would have left Gnufasur leaderless. With no children of his own, there were no heir to the throne.
Prince Mew knew he had to remedy this, immedaitely...
Pressing the button on his intercom, he buzzed his secretary, and spoke quickly, "Sarah, ycg dra Vuneakh Namydeuhc Tabyndsahd du bucd ib yh yhhuihlasahd uv so ehdahd du synno."
"Oh umh, cen. E's cehkma..." Came the sectretary's hopeful voice through the tiny speaker.
Prince Mew smirked, "E ghuf. Rufajan, drec ech'd zicd vun sa. Y synneyka fedr yhudran luihdno fuimt ramb vuns puhtc, vneahtcrebc yht ymmeac fedr frus fru lyh ramb tavaht ic ykyehcd Krowemoh." He let her down oh so gently.
"E's cunno. E yldat duu nycr. E crymm vunfynt dra naxiacd huf..."
Hours later, the following announcement is made to the world...
Attention People of the world and Universe Beyond. His Majesty, Prince Rufus Mew III of the Separatist Nation of Gnufasur, seeks to marry a woman of royal decent. The only requirements for the marriage is that the woman must be of royal blood no younger then seventeen years of age and no older then forty-five years of age, and must be female. Although a Neko would be perferrable, the offer is opened to all Neko-compatiable races, which includes humans and elves. Knowing the Gnufasurian language isn't needed, but it would be considered a plus.
All eligable applicants are invited to visit the Gnufasur Mainland, and transportation to the Shin-Ra Tower III will be arranged from the harbour city Zihuh, or the Krowemohian International Airport and Spacepad. Once at the Shin-Ra Tower III, a ball will be held complete with buffet and recrational facilities, and each canidate will be introduced to Prince Rufus Mew III.
The Prince will marry only one girl.
All interested parties should send a reply to myself, including brief information on whom will be applying for the Prince's hand in marriage. If transportation to Gnufasur is needed, we shall see what can be arranged.
May good health and long life be yours always,
Tom Berringer, Head of the Foreign Relations Department
((OOC: Well, there goes. Hope this thing doesn't bomb like Gigli... >_> ))