NationStates Jolt Archive

The nation of Poland has chosen to endorse the candidate, Jessica Thompson.

Beautiful Yalaluxurios would like to Appogize to the nations of the world about the recent war started by Emperor Vassil II. The Emperor has been de-throned, mindwiped, and replaced back as a middle-class Yalan Citizen. The new Emperor, Hylean DeCothed, wishes to open Yalaluxurios' Arms to the world and extend an offer of peace with the nations of the world. Yalaluxurios itself is re-giong a massive changed, with most of the armed forces being moved down to reserve stauts, making the standing military very small. Economy and National Welfare are being promoted, and Beautiful Yalaluxurios is now a peacefull country. The Goverment wishes to add their endorsement to Jessica Thompson, and expresses its major dislike with Franklin Buchanan.

NATION'S NAME CHANGED

The Senate approved a measure 340-260 to change the name of the nation. The bill was signed by Pres. McDermott and the new name of our country is The Liberal Utopia of Maineiacs. Proponents of the measure say it is a more accurate description of our nation's vision. Opponents claim it shows disrespect for nearly a century of tradition and is divisive. A recent poll found support for the name change at 68% nationwide.

OOC: a cookie to the first person that gets the reference I made with my new national motto.

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Citizen Sounds Off On Maineiacs Campaign

Boise, ID - Its campaign season in Maineiacs again. Wasted Genius used to have a representative democracy, didn't we? PM Masok has been in office for at least a dozen years by some estimates and more like over a hundred if you listen to some dissident scientists. So since our own country is looking more like a benevolent dictatorship, for my political entertainment I've taken up the hobby of watching our neighbor to the east.

If I really had the right to vote, instead of just expressing my opinion in the op/ed pages of the newspaper, I'd want to be able to choose from the kind of candidates the citizens of Maineiacs are considering this year. But since WG isn't holding elections this year, I'll give you my picks from the Maineiacs lot.

Jessica Thompson - If I could vote today, she'd be my pick. A vote for Thompson is a vote for the tried and true. When in doubt, safety first.

Jackson Glenn - My second choice. Here's a guy who goes into the laboratory of political opinion and pours the acid into the alkaline solution just to see what happens. If I only knew how he felt about international trade, he might become my first choice.

Franklin Buchanan - My third choice. Important note: the distance between my first and second choices could be measured in millimeters. The distance between second and third is light-years. This guy sounds like a Re...Rep...Republi...By god, I can't even say the word anymore.

Rene Levesque - My fourth choice, only because I had to put him someplace. Sounds like a rebel without a cause type. WG should make sure that after he is thoroughly embarrassed in the polls he doesn't sneak across the border.

I'll be very interested to see what happens with the Maineiacs elections. Maybe someday our own parliament will open up our representative democracy to this forgotten process.

James Bush
Unrepresented Citizen

April 2108

Presidential Debate Set

The date for the Presidential debate has been set. It will be televised live on August 3 at 8:00pm EMDT. (OOC: Monday. I need time to figure out how to do this) The four candidates have all agreed to appear, the format will be worked out later.

OOC: 700 posts! I should hit 1000 by the end of the year. :D

From the Georgetown Post:

THOMPSON HQ LOOTED

Albany, Allegheney --

The headquarters of the Thompson for President Campaign were robbed yesterday. Three men identified as Roberto Salazar of Miami, Joseph Tate of Memphis, and Lamarr Washington of Baton Rouge were arrested in Albany and charged with breaking and entering. The Maineiacs Federal Investigations Team (MFIT) has been called in to go over the crime scene. The crime occurred at 2:00 am, so no one was in the office at the time, but the suspects were caught with several papers that belonged to the campaign office.

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<bump> again. Where is everybody?

OOC: I'd like to point out a few discrepancies with the maps.

1. Austria, Hungary, Romania, Moldova, Bulgaria, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Serbia and Montenegro, Albania, Macedonia, Greece (including the island of Crete), Cyprus, and Turkey now belong to Poland.

2. Argentina, Chile, Uruguay, Paraguay, and Bolivia are now part of the 501st Legion.

3. Malaysia, Singapore, and Brunei were never ceded to Defuniak in the first place; they still belong to the 501st Legion.


IC: The Armed Republic of the 501st Legion has chosen to endorse Jessica Thompson.

OOC: Maps Updated. BTW, who controls the Faulklands?

Thompson for President HQ, Albany --

Jessica Thompson returned to her office as the investigators from MFIT left. The handsome, elegant looking 50 year old woman sat down. She wasn't quite sure how to feel. Angry? Scared? Shocked? That was a given. This sort of thing might have been common in the USA and other places before the Collapse, but she'd have thought humanity had learned its lesson. Things like this didn't happen anymore. One thing for sure, she'd have to form her official statement about the break-in very carefully. She knew full well who had to be behind this, but she had no proof -- yet. "Just spout some B.S. about being glad no one was around to get hurt, Jess" she told herself. Once the trail led MFIT to where it inevitably would, then she would nail the SOB.

Buchanan for President HQ, Georgetown --

Franklin Buchanan looked out the window of his office and across the Potomac River, and snorted with disgust. He could see the "Equality Memorial" as they had been calling it since the founding of Maineiacs after the chaos of the Collapse. He knew that the tall obelisk had originally been named for a president of the old USA, but couldn't remember which one. One of the early ones, like Adams or something. No matter, he thought to himself. The past was unimportant, it was the future that mattered. The world was changing, and he had every intention of taking full adventage of that. The country now had a toehold in Africa, the Yalans were disarming, Defuniak was in isolation, and Wars World had completely collapsed. Someone had to fill the vacuum; someone who still understood how the world worked. He looked out the window to Maineiacs Millitary HQ, still housed in the huge pentagonal-shaped building that had held millitary HQ for 150+ years. Yes, Franklin Buchanan knew how the world worked. He also knew just how he would defeat that doddering old fool, Glenn and that pseudo-intellectual bitch, Thompson. He had all the information he needed to beat her right at his fingertips. ...

Glenn for President HQ, Cleveland --

Jackson Glenn sat at his desk, reflecting on what had happened. He certainly had no fondness for Jessica Thompson, but she didn't deserve this. And he absolutely detested Franklin Buchanan. He had his suspcions about who was behind all this, and as far as he was concerned, anyone who couldn't defeat an opponent on his own merit, had best find a job outside politics. Maybe, he thought, this would work out to his advantage. The Thompson campaign had to be in chaos right now. It would thake them a while to recover. And if things went down like he thought they would, Buchanan was about to have more problems than being behind i n the polls. Levesque? Hell, he wasn't a factor, never had been. Yes, things might turn out ok after all.
"Excuse me, Senator?" came his secretary's voice. "there are some gentlemen from MFIT here to see you."
"Yes, Colleen. Send them in, please."
Glenn smiled. After all, it wasn't going to be his ass MFIT fried.

Levesque for President HQ, Montreal --

Rene Levesque was, to say the least, dumbfounded. What was that lunatic thinking? Oh, he knew who had been behind the break-in at Thompson HQ; knew all too well. That power-hungry bastard had actually tried to get Levesque in on it with a promise of a high position in the next government. He hadn't believed him, of course, Rene knew the man hated him. But now, the merde was going to hit the fan, and if he went to MFIT with what he knew, he'd end up being implicated. Hell, he probably would anyway. "Mon Dieu! What now?" he asked himself. He wondered how hard it would be to sneak into Wasted Genius before MFIT started looking for him...

OOC: Maps Updated. BTW, who controls the Faulklands?
OOC: The 501st Legion controls the Falklands now.

Got it.

<bump> Where the hell is everyone?

We interrupt our regularly scheduled lack of action at Earth NA to bring you this special report:

From MBC News:

MFIT Investigates Candidate's Campaign

Georgetown, Potomac --

MFIT Investigators are questioning members of Senator Buchanan's election campaign in the break-in at Thompson HQ last April. One of the men arrested at the scene, Jospeh Tate, reportedly worked for Buchanan for President's Cumberland office in Memphis. No evidence has been found linking Sen. Buchanan or any one of his senior staff to the crime, but investigators are questioning all office staff. We will bring you more as this story develops.

We now return you to the deafening silence...

Virus Attacks Wasted Genius Central Mainframe!

Communications throughout the region disrupted

Boise, Idaho - The WG Information Technology Ministry reports that a particularly "gnarly virus" attacked its central mainframe and routing network Friday afternoon. Alex Reviro, Director of Security Services said that his entire staff has been working around the clock to restore the system from backups.

We caught up to Mr. Reviro as he walked briskly down the narrow corridors of the data center. He told us that "the virus has been identified as a variant of MUNDO.G, a bit of malware which is proving to be pretty resistant to our efforts to remove it."

Asked about virus protection, he smirked and said, "We've got 'the best virus-spyware-firewall package available' as the box it came in said, but this thing walked right past it."

All WG internet traffic remains offline until the IT Ministry is sure that the virus has been eliminated. In fact, this report was only able to get out through the cooperation of a dissident scientist that narrowly avoided the digital debacle. "Those guys are running Linux. Now that's what we need," lamented Mr. Reviro, "Microsoft and its touchy-feely trust in the essential goodness of mankind is screwing us hard. I guess Bill Gates never met a 16 year old hacker who hates the world and is jacked up on Tool mp3's."

Further updates will be available as the situation progresses.

OOC: WG might be offline for another day. I think my registry is basically fried. Looks like I'm going to have to wipe the disk and reload.

Wasted Genius IT Ministry Triumphs Over Cowardly Adware Virus

Security Services Director vows to "tie one on" in celebration.

Boise, ID - Except for the incessant drone of servers, all was quiet in the climate controlled computer room. After hours of DLL search and destroy missions, registry hack cleanups, and kill-process commands, the long awaited moment approached. Mr. Reviro pressed the key that would force a reboot of the system. As the once diseased machine came back to life, all waited breathlessly for the signs of a netlogon respawn.

As the machine ground through its many, many startup programs, Mr. Reviro gained hope that he might have finally found the cure. The last hurdle would be passing the 'Trend-Micro PC-sometimes-cillin, sometimes-illin' virus scanner's adware-tolerant gaze. As the hourglass cursor finally turned to a pointer, he knew he had it.

"Oh yeah!" Mr. Reviro began as he lept from his chair, pointing at the computer, "Punky little adware, you think you got me? Call your mamma now, you little spyware piece-o-code! Who's the king of the registry now? Huh? That's right you chicken Vundo.B virus! No place to hide..." This kind of trash talk continued for about ten minutes as the usually quiet Mr. Reviro rubbed his adversary's virtual nose in it.

Within minutes, the Wasted Genius IT Ministry opened all communications channels and resumed life as usual.

OOC: Special thanks to Gnmpf and Buzz of SWI Forums (http://forums.spywareinfo.com). I would have been pretty much screwed without them. :)

Also, lesson learned: Trend-Micro PC-cillin Internet Security is weeeeeeak! :gundge:

OOC: a cookie to the first person that gets the reference I made with my new national motto.

OK, still no cookie, I cheated again. Grateful Dead. I just can't stand an unanswered riddle!!!

Levesque for President HQ, Montreal --

Rene Levesque was, to say the least, dumbfounded. What was that lunatic thinking? Oh, he knew who had been behind the break-in at Thompson HQ; knew all too well. That power-hungry bastard had actually tried to get Levesque in on it with a promise of a high position in the next government. He hadn't believed him, of course, Rene knew the man hated him. But now, the merde was going to hit the fan, and if he went to MFIT with what he knew, he'd end up being implicated. Hell, he probably would anyway. "Mon Dieu! What now?" he asked himself.

OOC: Cool plot line. I haven't been this interested in politics since Iran/Contra.

He wondered how hard it would be to sneak into Wasted Genius before MFIT started looking for him...

OOC: My guess is it would be pretty hard. We're a little 'Security Conscious' after the spyware incident. But then again there is a lot of shared border. "The Search for Rene Levesque" might be an interesting storyline...

OK, still no cookie, I cheated again. Grateful Dead. I just can't stand an unanswered riddle!!!


Dude, I'm disappointed. I thought you were my age. What, did you forget that music existed before August 4, 1981? (OK, now that's an easy one)

Montreal, Quebec --

Rene Levesque was by nature a nervous man. The current situation wasn't helping any. One month to go until the debate, his numbers were still in single digits, and the furor over the break-in. He wondered again if one could die from an ulcer. With his luck, he thought, he'd live to a ripe old age with a hole in his stomach. MFIT had questioned him, and he had told them nothing. Was that the right decision? It hardly mattered at this point. He pulled out the ticket he had purchaed to San Francisco. The only question was use it now, or wait until the debate...

Dude, I'm disappointed. I thought you were my age. What, did you forget that music existed before August 4, 1981? (OK, now that's an easy one)

Nope, I'm still probably in the age ballpark. 1981 was a long time ago, I need another clue. No Google this time.

Think "Video Killed the Radio Star"

MTV?? Ha HA! Ah the hours I spent doin' nothing, watching MTV. Kinda like now. Doin' nothing, surfing the web...

Favorite MTV ad: Mick Jagger says: "Too much is never enough."

Got it right. 12:00am EDT August 4, 1981. 5 weeks shy of 14. Had my own B&W TV. stayed up to watch it. OK, Gotta go. Have to get up tomorrow.

From MBC News:

Presidential Debate Tonight

Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen to the 2108 Maineiacs Presidential Debate. We are live on the campus of Notre Dame University in South Bend to bring you this debate between our four candidates. There will be questions presented to our candidates by our panel, each candidate will have two minutes to answer. The candidates may not adress each other during the debate. This first question for our candidates is "Do you feel that recent geopolitical changes have redefined the role of the American League? And if so, how?" Senator Thompson, we will begin with you.

"There can be no denying that the world is changing," she said "there has been a large-scale demobilization around the world. The Yalans have overthrown a despotic governement, Defuniak has ceased its genetic wxperiments, the Legion has largely withdrawn from much of Africa, and Wars World has collapsed to be replaced with The more moderate governments of Poland and Teymor. In the Americas, Poland and Halbergardia have moved in to territory abandoned to chaos by MHDP and Charyania. While I am against any lessening of our close ties to allies like Wasted Genius, I rather feel that Maineiacs should extend our hand to other nations we have been wary of. I think we should expand trade with former rivals such as the Legion and Yalaluxurios. This will benefit all parties."

"Senator Glenn?"

"Well, I agree with my collegue that the world is changing. But I feel it is too early to tell just how much and in what ways. I feel that the American League still has a function to perform, and should be left intact, for the time being. Trade? Yes, of course, but let's wait until we declare all danger past."

"Senator Buchanan?"

"As I have stated before, I feel that entanglements with foreign powers can only lead to trouble. Maineiacs needs to look to our own household, rather than spending all our time at the neighbor's house. I feel that rather than extend an olive branch to dogs that may only bite our hands, and neighbors hardly in a position to help us in a time of need -- after all, where were Wasted Genius and Halbergardia in 2106 when our pround nation was beaten down by Mother Nature? Rather than millitary alliances, we need a "free trade zone" in the western hemisphere where our goods can freely flow without the usual impediments."

"And Senator Levesque?"

"I think this talk of 'free trade' is dangerous. My countrymen, was it not the United States and its pursuit of profit at all costs that brought about the Collapse? We must protect the workers of Maineiacs from the dangerous practices of the past. 'Free trade' is often just a means for the Bourgesoisie to exploit labor, not only at home, but in other areas of the world. We must keep our ties to our friends, but not take advantage of them or our own people."

Nest question. What do you feel should be the country's priorities as we advance throught the 22nd century?" "Senator Thompson?"

"Taking care of all our citizens, the planet and continuing to expand the boundaries of human knowledge on earth and beyond."

"Senator Glenn?"

"Reviving the nation's infrastructure after the disasters of 2106, expanding trade, and breathing new life in our welfare system with an emphasis toward job creation and less buracracy."

"Senator Buchanan?"

"Making our nation strong and respected around the world, and expanding our economy."

"Senator Levesque?"

"Making sure that all have equal opportunity and equal access to the fruits of the last century of progress, and continuing to move forward at a responsible pace."

"We will now open the floor to questions..."

OOC: OK, folks, anything you want to know? Remember, who wins determines the course of how I RP.

<bumps the hell out the thread>

C'mon folks. The tread is dying here.

C'mon folks. The tread is dying here.

OOC: You're right. Hang in there a minute Maineiacs, I'm sending you a TG.

Stunned Populace Mourns Passing of WG's Prime Minister

Boise, ID - It was announced that At Masok, Wasted Genius' Prime Minister died early this morning while drinking a cup of coffee. Though Mr. Masok looked healthy, the official autopsy revealed that most of his major internal organs were in an advanced state of deterioration.

"Well, he'd been at the politics game for quite a few years," his personal physician commented, "and he never really took care of himself. The combined stress and bad health habits basically took him out."

Mr. Masok was publicly revered as a stable, guiding force who established Wasted Genius as a bastion of egalitarian policy, but rumblings of dissent were beginning to be heard throughout the country.

Funeral services will be held on Saturday August 13, 2108 at the National Cathedral.

According to Wasted Genius law, executive authority will be appointed to an individual who will be named by parliament. His or her title will be "Acting Prime Minister." Official elections will be held within 60 days to elect a permanent replacement.

"So they're calling it natural causes then, right," the gentleman asked, his face obscured by shadow.

"Y-yes, our findings were just as The Boss suggested," At Masok's personal physician was looking a little weak himself at the moment.

"Well, thats good. The Boss has a pretty good instinct about these things. What about the body? Is there any evidence left?"

"Not even a trace. The poison, though extremely toxic, has a half-life of about one hour. By the time toxicology got its samples it had decayed to carbon-dioxide and salt. During the autopsy I made sure to arrange things so that it looked like the organ failure was natural. Masok's caffeine addiction made it easy."

"The Boss will be happy to hear it. I'm flying to Angola tonight to tell him the news personally. Looks like you just secured your new job. In a couple of months the medical community will all be taking their orders from you."

The doctor bade farewell to his guest, and as he turned toward his office, thought of the simple life he had just dismissed.

"To hell with it", he muttered. And then he said to himself

"To hell with peace and simplicity. The only thing that matters in the end is power..."

From MBC News: Wasted Genius PM dies, Stock Market Reacts

BOISE, Wasted Genius --

Wasted Genius Prime Minister At Masok died this morning from an apparent heart attack. News of the death spread quickly throughout the continent, and on Wall Street, the Maineiacs Exchange dell sharply, dropping 65 points in early trading.

From MBC News:

Presidetial Candidate Arrested

Georgetown, Potomac--

Presidential Candidate Franklin Buchanan was arrested today for complicity in the April break-in at Thompson for President HQ. If convicted, Sen. Buchanan faces a prison term of up to 40 years. The Reform Party has namned Buchanan's running mate, Nehemiah Scudder, an ordained minister from Misissippi Province, to be their new candidate. Rev. Scudder has been cleared of any wrongdoing in the break-in. In a speech in Baton Rouge today, Rev. Scudder promised to "bring order and morality to this nation that has lost its way."

From MBC News:

Election results in --


Election results from across the nation are in, and the totals look as follows:

Jessica Thompson 47%
Jackson Glenn 31%
Nehemiah Scudder 20%
Rene Levesque 2%

President-elect Thompson will be sworn in in January. The new Senate is split:

Social Democrat 300
Reform: 180
New Democrat 100
Socialist 20

New Majority Leader is Robert Duncan (SD Dakota).


Meanwhile in an office in Baton Rouge...

"Yes, that's right."
"Everything's almost set. .. Yes, I'll take the seat, and I can guarantee I'll be Minority Leader."
"Right. In January. Yes."
"Good. May the Lord's righteousness protect you, as well."

Things were going exactly to plan.

Its 10 AM, and James Bush heads for the water cooler to catch up on the day's dirt.

"Hey Pete, d'ya see my Op/Ed piece in the Daily News the other day?"

"Yeah Jimmy, finally got one past the goalie, eh? How long you been sending in those articles? 10, 15 years now? You've had an opinion on everything from 'Oprah should run for Prime Minister' to 'The need for speed on the interstate.' I guess they must have given you a mercy-printing! Ha, ha."

"Funny, Pete, and by the way my 'Oprah series' was insightful. The paper even summarized it in the classified section - after I slipped the copyboy 50 fractals. I got three phone calls direct to my home about it. OK, two if you don't count the guy who wanted to know if it came with its own trailer. But thats not what I'm talking about.

"Pete, there's something fishy going on in the world these days. I mention we need elections and WHAMO! the president up and kicks the bucket. I mention that that Maineiacs windbag Buchanan sounds like a Repu...I mean a weasel and sure enough MFIT busts the guy. Whaddya think it means?

"I think it means you've spent way too many hours listening to late night radio talk shows. Jimmy, its just coincidence, there's no conspiracy, OK? Nobody has your phone tapped and nobody gives a crap what you think."

"Yeah, but you have to admit, Masok looked pretty good to just keel over in his coffee. And the stuff they dredged up about that Buchanan guy, he sounds about as crooked as my arm."

"Well, Jimmy, if Masok was going to keel over, it was going to be in his coffee. He always had a cup of it around. Somebody told me he liked a little extra something in it too. But that Buchanan thing going on in Maineiacs, I'll agree with you. Its a little convenient that he gets tagged and his running mate skates right on past, that smoking gun might have been dropped in his pocket by somebody else. But I heard Russel Imbaugh backs the Reverend 100%. In fact it sounds like Reverend Scudder's got a grass-roots following we haven't seen since way back in the United States elections. Who was that guy? Billy Carter? No wait, I mean Jimmy Carter."

"I for one am going back to my cubicle and sweep it for bugs. I think they're listening."

"You do that Jimmy, you do that. For god's sake, don't do any work."

Crystal Palace Intelligence Center, 88th Floor (subterrenean).

Project MAJIC Ops Center - 22/09/2108 0630 (ZULU)

Corporal Grey composes an e-mail message:

"Colonel, a message from ANTENNA has been received by our operatives at JOINT CINCOPCOPAC. ANTENNA has been surveilling BIGBEAR and reports that BIGBEAR may be aware of our activities. Last report shows that BIGBEAR intended to do a vector-sweep of his workspace, because he was suspicious of our wiretaps.

"My recommendation is to outsource BIGBEAR to wet-ops ASAP. It is imperative that neither he or any of the others know their true role in our current OPS.

"Please advise - BOSS has made inquiries about BIGBEAR and is waiting for an answer. Also, JOINT CINCOPCOPACWEST (AM LEAGUE WEST OPS) is awaiting TRAFFIC LIGHT for Operation MAJIC EGGROLL. BOSS endorses GREENLIGHT for MAJIC EGGROLL.

The corporal locked away his code book and straightened his desk. The spy biz had certainly changed in the last few years. It seemed like his reports used to be analyzed and forwarded to elected officials. But not now; BOSS has his fingers in everything. JOINT CINCOPCO bankrolls a lot of wet work and black-ops. And EGGROLL, well EGGROLL just sounds like making a deal with the Devil himself.

From MBC News:

Birmingham, Florida Province --

Police in Birmingham clashed with protesters today. The protesters, supporters of the Rev. Nehemiah Scudder, were there to protest the City Council's decision to require that the planned holiday pageant be more ecumenical and inclusive, including displays for Chaunnakah, Diveli, and Kwanzaa, as well as Christmas. Said Pat Burtonson, spokesman for the group Citizens for a Moral Society, "We will not stand for the Lord's holy birth to be sullied with these pagan, satanic observances. The Council WILL hear us, and we WILL prevail." The protest turned violent when protesters jumped a police officer and beat him with clubs. President McDermott, recently returned from a state funeral in Wasted Genius, said he was "shocked and saddened" by today's events, and vowed not to "give in to the ravings of a misguided few." President-elect Thompson said she sent her condolences to the family of the slain police officer, and promied to see to it that those responsible also faced federal civil rights charges. Rev. Scudder, the new Senate Minority Leader appealed for calm, and said "Those who are righteous in the Lord's eyes had naught to fear."

Later that evening--

"that was an interesting show you put on. Do you realize that allowing one of your cops to get killed jeapordizes what we're trying to accomplish?"

"I'm sorry, Reverend. Some of us got a little -- overzealous."

"Yes, well, zeal in god's work is commendable, commisioner. Next time, be careful. Have you got everything set for the inauguration?"

"Yes, Reverend. Our man will be on site. Will Col. Harker be ready?"

"You needn't worry about that. Just do as you're told."

"Yes, Reverend."

*Looks at lack of posts and shakes head sadly*

This thread is officially dead.

[OOC: If this thread is revived, I regret to announce my departure from Earth NA. I wanted to try my hand at an Earth, see how it was, and I did. I did have fun while it lasted, but I don't think I should hog up territory when others could use it. So, Maineiacs, you can put my territory as up for grabs. Have fun, y'alls.]

OOC: Actually, this thread isn't as dead as Maineiacs would think, thaks to Halberdgardia.

I claim Halberdgardia's European and Asian territory. Maineiacs can have the Caribbean, and WG can have Mexico, Central America, and Halberdgardia's South American territory.

OK, Halbergardia's gone, Legion is still interested. I assume WG is. I need to hear from Poland, Defuniak, and BY. Is this still worth it to everyone? Should I let in new people? Should I just sod off? Please let me know.

OK, Halbergardia's gone, Legion is still interested. I assume WG is. I need to hear from Poland, Defuniak, and BY. Is this still worth it to everyone? Should I let in new people? Should I just sod off? Please let me know.
It's still worth it to everyone involved, you should let in new people, and you mustn't sod off. That's what I think.

BTW, what should we do with Teymor?

OOC:

1. WG here and wants to go ahead with Earth NA.

2. Damn, 501st, I was already through 4 of the 7 stages of grieving.

3. Apologies all: my on-again, off-again career bit me in the butt on Thursday/Friday, hence no posts during that time.

4. I'll accept Mexico, Central America and South America, but if anyone wants a bit of it let me know.

5. Yeah! Earth NA! Yeah!

It's still worth it to everyone involved, you should let in new people, and you mustn't sod off. That's what I think.

BTW, what should we do with Teymor?

My vote for Teymor is to go ahead and split up most of his territory and set aside a little chunk as "The Teymor International Wilderness Park." That way he'll have a toehold when/if he returns, and in the meantime, it'll be a reminder of the power of Mother Nature...

OK, I'll stay. Here's what we'll do. No new claims. I'll post a recruitment thread on gameplay. If not everything gets taken, I'll let you guys make claims. Teymor can keep Kalinningrad Oblast until/unless he comes back. I think he got caught in Katrina. I'm giving up my African territory, putting it on the market. I'm goin to TG Poland and BY (I've already TG'd Defuniak). Looks like I return to the region.

The African Group Compact

Preamble:

The known history of the world has been comprised of campaigns of man competing against other men, races competing with other races and nations competing with other nations. In an effort to alter this long standing trend it is the intent of Wasted Genius to develop the lands acquired in its African Land Purchase through the means of education, infrastructure improvements and human services support programs.

1. Definition of government structure and regional nomenclature - Each of the sovereign countries in the Wasted Genius African Land Purchase remain separate entities under the protectorship of Wasted Genius and are not integrated into the WG's governmental system. The region will be collectively known as the African Group (AG). While in theory Wasted Genius owns the land, resources and any debts or surpluses of the AG countries, parliament has declared each nation will retain its autonomy in all but these areas:

2. Declaration of war - No AG country may declare war on any nation of the region, continent or world without express legislative approval of the Wasted Genius parliament. The WG parliament acknowledges its responsibility to act in the best interest of the AG countries within the constraints of its global interests.

3. Trade and Diplomacy - No AG country may enter into trade agreements that negate, compromise or compete directly against established WG trade agreements. No AG country may extend diplomatic relationships to nations that have not been recognized diplomatically by WG. Wasted Genius is prohibited from forcing AG nations to export or import resources of any kind to, from or among their lands.

4. Binding compacts, treaties, agreements and alliances ("agreements") - No AG country may enter into agreements with any other country without the express legislative approval of the Wasted Genius parliament. Refusal by WG to ratify these agreements does not necessarily reflect the direct diplomatic stance of Wasted Genius toward the parties of the agreement.

5. Taxation - Wasted Genius is prohibited to levy taxes either directly or indirectly on the nations and or citizens of the African Group. African Group nations are required to pay debts owed to Wasted Genius for the regular transfer of goods and services.

A compound near Luanda, Angola, African Group

The "diplomatic attache" has returned from his recent trip to Boise, Idaho, the capital of Wasted Genius. He begins his report to his politically powerful boss:

"As you've seen sir, Masok is out of the way and the government of Wasted Genius is in a state of disarray. Furthermore, we have eyes and ears entrenched throughout the Arms Manufacturing Industry, the Wasted Genius Defensive Forces, and the medical community. We've even placed a few talking heads in the Wasted Genius media to 'enhance' the public perception of any events that may spring up over the next few days.

He continues -

"In short sir, Wasted Genius is your oyster. You have at your disposal a well structured 5th column that can send Wasted Genius on whatever trajectory you decide. No matter what it looks like, you'll be calling the shots.

The man's boss shifts in his seat, then leans forward to speak.

"Very well done, Mr. Brown. You and your associates have made me and the organization I represent very happy. That Masok fellow had it coming. Imagine the audacity of trying to mess with Teamsters Worldwide and then pretending like nothing happened. He thought he'd get rid of us by eliminating the highways and the trucks that drove on them. What a suprise he didn't make it to the end of Act I. We were around long before Wasted Genius was and we'll be around long after Masok and that weak parliament of his is a distant memory.

The boss continues -

"As promised, payment in full has been wired to your private account. I'm sure you'll find it satisfactory. I will, of course, require your continued services."

"Yes sir and thank you. I eagerly await my next assignment."

Momentarily the boss got a far away gaze in his eye, then said -

"On that point, what do you know of progress of 'Operation Eggroll' within the Wasted Genius Defensive Forces? You probably know that an 'Eggroll' is the process of nudging contacts who might crack under greater pressure to do our bidding. In this situation, we want the military to take certain steps, but we don't want to risk having them use their considerable power against us if they feel threatened.

This program will have an important influence on political power both here and in Wasted Genius - who knows, it could shape events throughout the world. See what you can do to introduce the heads of the WG military to my friend in the syndicate."

The discussion of Operation Eggroll made Mr. Brown slightly tense. At the mention of the syndicate, he became quite anxious. The last thing he wanted to do was talk to the 'friend in the syndicate.' The old saying "power corrupts, but absolute power corrupts absolutely" was proven by the members of the syndicate. You could feel their evil just being in the same room with them. Mr. Brown swallowed and said,

"As you wish sir. Consider it done."

We interrupt our regular programming to bring you this emergency bulletin from MBC News:

Maineiacs City --
Just minutes after taking the oath of office, President Thompson and Vice President Jeremy Stone were assassinated by an unknown assailant. Several shots were fired and Pres. Thompson was pronounced dead at the scene. Also killed in the gunfire was Senate Majority Leader Duncan. Senate Minority Leader Nehemiah Scudder has been sworn in as our new president. Pres. Scudder will address the nation tomorrow.

That night at Millitary HQ in Arlington, Potomac --

The soldiers had received their orders and moved out. Gen. Tom Perkins was livid. He had ordered no one to move out! "What the hell is going on?" he shouted.
"A new world order." said Col. Harker, then shot him three times in the chest. He picked up his phone. "Order all units nationwide on alert. As soon as the President give the signal, we crush these sinners."

That day, across Maineiacs, several thousand troops went AWOL. Several thousand police went off the job. Several thousand civillians joined their ranks. Nehmiah Scudder had hia army. He and his escort of hand picked Secret Service agents entered the Senate building. Now was when the Lord would have his vengance on the wicked. He entered the chamber, the Senate rose to their feet. Several members of the Reform Party began to move aside. The Sergeant-at-arms made his announcement. "All rise for His Holy First Prophet Incarnate!" A collective gasp ran through the Senate. Scudder spoke.
"I hereby declare unconditional marshal law! Your days of offending Our Lord with your sins is over! You WILL obey, or you will die!"
At that pre-arranged signal, the armed troops burst into the room and opened fire. More than 500 Senators were killed. Only those few loyal to Scudder were spared. The cameras kept rolling. Scudder addressed the nation-- HIS nation.
"Your precious constitution is null and void! From now on, the Old Testament shall be our sole and only Constitution! The entire nation is under curfew! You will be told more of what God demands of you tomorrow."
The cameras shut off. Indeed, all media shut off, and across the country, Scudder's troops took to the streets.

Boise, Idaho. An emergency session of parliament has convened. The room is in chaos as the 327 delegates go into panic mode.

The assembly speaker steps to the podium at the head of the auditorium and begins loudly rapping the gavel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, your attention please!" he shouts. "Your attention please! We have important things to discuss here tonight!"

As quiet settles across the room, the assembly speaker continues -

"We're all aware of the atrocities that occurred in Maineiacs tonight. Men and women that we have long held in esteem were murdered by the butcher, Rev. Scudder, all in the name of religious reform.

*murmurs from the crowd*

"Since our own Prime Minister has passed away and we are left as the sole legal authority in Wasted Genius, I am introducing two motions tonight. The first is to suspend selection of an acting Prime Minister for 14 days so that we may concentrate on this unexpected threat to our east. The second motion is to take specific defensive measures to ensure that the zealotry currently engulfing Maineiacs doesn't spill over our borders."

After the details are explained, both motions are quickly unanomously affirmed and adopted.

"Alright then. We stand as one for the first time in years. I'll recap our decision. The wave of civil unrest sweeping through Maineiacs could be a temporary state of instability, then again these events may signal a significant cultural change in our neighbor. Either way, if we sit idle, we are risking the potential security of our own nation. We have agreed to:

- Close and secure all border crossing points along our shared boundary with Maineiacs.

- Offer political asylum to the citizens of Maineiacs who are not aligned with Rev. Scudder and who are currently on Wasted Genius soil.

- Expel any and all Maineiacs nationals who affirm their allegiance to Rev. Scudder. This includes diplomats within the Maineiacs embassy. We will not enter the embassy grounds, but we will cordon off the terrestrial and aerial zone surrounding the embassy.

- Secretly develop a defensive strategy to prepare for the unlikely event that an international incident erupts between Maineiacs and Wasted Genius.

- Publicly denounce the totalitarian regime that has seized power and offer humanitarian assistance to the people of Maineiacs if they request it."

That being said, I'm sure we all have a lot of arrangements to make and a great deal of soul searching to do. This session will reconvene tomorrow afternoon at 2PM. Thank you."

The room was quiet as the assembly speaker gathered his papers and walked away. All were stunned. Even though they had voted as a quorum, most present were secretly confused and worried abo"ut the future.

Many things were happening in the newly declared "Holy Republic of Maineiacs". During the month since Scudder siezed power (OOC: it's now February 2109, RP) The army was being cleared of those unwilling to swear allegiance to "God and His Holy First Prophet Incarnate", The Senate had been disolved, and edicts were being issued at lightning speed. GHO's -- God's Holy Ordinances, he called them. Quickly, every aspect of life became proscribed. Every activity was either required or forbidden. GHO #4 made church attendance mandatory. #11 Forbade women from holding certain jobs, like doctors. the worst was GHO #45. Citing a verse from the Book Of Exodus that said "The wages of sin is death." ALL crimes from blashpemy (ie, sedition) to murder to jaywalking to homosexuality were defined as sins and were punished with death. GHO #3 had abolished the courts, so if one was accused of a crime, one would be executed. With that edict, the purges began. Slowly, as Scudder was still consolidating his power, but getting worse. His latest decision sealed Maineiacs' border with Wasted Genius, and Scudder issued a demand that The Maineiacs embassy staff be allowed to leave.

Not everyone took this nightmare complacently. There were still large portions of the Army and police opposed to Scudder. Also people were getting over their initial shock and secretly organizing. At first demonstrations were open, and always ended the same way. In just four weeks Boston, Chicago, Ottawa, and Montreal had seen riots. After the riots had been brutally suppressed, people started going under ground. On the surface, it looked like the nation was coming to terms with the new order. Besides, the Proctors, a sort of secret police for morality, were being formed. They weren't a large force yet, but people were already learning to be wary of them. Scudder, however, had forgotten one thing. This was not the 20th or 21st centuries anymore. Ideology had nearly torn the world apart. People had longer memories than he suspected.

Boise, Wasted Genius:

Terry O'Bannon was a total wreck. What had happened to his homeland? He was personally glad when that fascist nutjob, Buchanan was arrested by MFIT. The backlash helped sweep Jessica Thompson into office. Then, he watched in horror as an assasin's bullet killed her. He felt numb. Then that raving lunatic Scudder siezed the government. It was like something out of one of those mid 21st century novels his mother had been so fond of, melodramatically warning against fascists, evangelicals, and Republicans just waiting to lead the world into destruction. He'd found them funny when he was a kid. It wasn't so funny living in one come to life. When he heard word that former President McDermott and his 18 year old daughter were to be executed for "heresy", he knew he could never return to his homeland while that maniac was in power. Terry left from the hotel where he and the rest of the trade delegation had been staying, taking with him his wife Theresa, his son Joe, and his daughter Stacy. He went straight to the WG office of immigration.

"I'd like to apply for political asylum."

Army Chief of Staff Langley ran as fast as she could to President Ayanami's office. "Damn stiletto heels," she muttered under her breath angrily. "I can't run in these things!" After much stumbling, she finally arrived at the President's office, panting heavily. She saluted. "Mr. President, sir!" she said tiredly.

"What is it, Chief of Staff Langley?" President Ayanami replied, not looking over at Chief of Staff Langley. He was busy playing Tales of Symphonia on his Gamecube, and he wasn't the type to be interrupted while playing his games.

"Mr. President, I just received an email from General La Flaga. Our embassy in Maineiacs City was just firebombed by religious extremists."

"Let me guess, this has something to do with Reverend Nehemiah Scudder's violent takeover of Maineiacs, right?"

"Right. I just listened to one of Reverend Scudder's latest speeches. Between the religious rhetoric and his racist comments regarding our nation, I don't know what to say, really. To put it bluntly, he's a fascist, heretical fucktard who deserves to have a couple N2 mines shoved up his ass."

"I'm listening, Kyoko. What do you think we should do?"

"We've been hearing reports about resistance forces fighting against the Reverend's terror squads. I'm thinking we should aid those resistance forces in any way we deem possible. After issuing a declaration of war, we nuke all of their military facilities, then drop in special forces and arms shipments to bolster the resistance. If everything goes as planned, Scudder will never know what hit him."

"I hear that Scudder's going to execute ex-President McDermott and his daughter. What do you think we should do about that, Kyoko?"

"We've got spec-ops working that gig. They'll be able to spring Andy and his daughter from the pen, trust me, Mr. President."

"Excellent."

Boise, Wasted Genius:

~ snip ~

Terry left from the hotel where he and the rest of the trade delegation had been staying, taking with him his wife Theresa, his son Joe, and his daughter Stacy. He went straight to the WG office of immigration.

"I'd like to apply for political asylum."


Applying for political asylum at the Wasted Genius Ministry of Immigration was to unwittingly volunteer for a scientific study peering into the limits of human patience, physical stamina and tolerance of beauracracy. What most applicants never discovered was that the excruciating wait was a part of the inspection process and went far beyond the ethical limits of scientific study.

Every moment of the average 14 hour wait, the applicant was observed. But there wasn't a person on the other side of the many small black bubble domes taking notes. No, it was a software program that compared 14 different biometric indices against an enormous database housed deep with in a mountain vault in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The huge index that each applicant was measured against could conceivably be called the collective personality of Wasted Genius, because each citizen had been secretly observed by the same program for the last three years.

Of course no one knew about the program, not even the military or the government. The closest people to Wasted Genius public service that had the most basic concept of it was the Ministry of Intelligence and the Civil Services Agency.

The stated purpose of the MMPI study (Montana Multiphasic Personality Inventory) was to track how citizens adapted to social and environmental challenges. On the surface, it seemed that the information acted as a finely tuned census and was intended to alert the Civil Services Agency of any emerging trends that should be addressed.

But that was just a cover story. The information CSA got was highly abstracted and often mis-stated to keep them a bit off track. The raw data was siphoned to an unknown party outside continental Wasted Genius before anyone there ever saw it. The only organization ever connected with the use of the program's output was known as "The Syndicate."

So when Terry O'Bannon and his family queued up outside the Wasted Genius Ministry of Immigration that early morning, they were right to feel watched. But their worries of the religious fanatics to the east were only part of the danger they faced.

From MCBC (Maineiacs Christian Broadcasting Corporation) News:

Our Holy First Prophet Incarnate has decided that our Holy Republic can no longer tolerate the presence of foreign nationals on our sacred soil. All foreign embassies are to be closed and all foreign nationals have 24 hours to leave our land. The Holy One has also demanded that all nations return Maineiacs citizens within their borders immediately. In other news, The Communist Anderson McDermott and his whore of a daughter will be publicly executed tomorrow at 12:00 noon at Righteousness Square (OOC: Times Square). Attendance is mandatory.

Applying for political asylum at the Wasted Genius Ministry of Immigration was to unwittingly volunteer for a scientific study peering into the limits of human patience, physical stamina and tolerance of beauracracy. What most applicants never discovered was that the excruciating wait was a part of the inspection process and went far beyond the ethical limits of scientific study.

Every moment of the average 14 hour wait, the applicant was observed. But there wasn't a person on the other side of the many small black bubble domes taking notes. No, it was a software program that compared 14 different biometric indices against an enormous database housed deep with in a mountain vault in Cheyenne, Wyoming.

The huge index that each applicant was measured against could conceivably be called the collective personality of Wasted Genius, because each citizen had been secretly observed by the same program for the last three years.

Of course no one knew about the program, not even the military or the government. The closest people to Wasted Genius public service that had the most basic concept of it was the Ministry of Intelligence and the Civil Services Agency.

The stated purpose of the MMPI study (Montana Multiphasic Personality Inventory) was to track how citizens adapted to social and environmental challenges. On the surface, it seemed that the information acted as a finely tuned census and was intended to alert the Civil Services Agency of any emerging trends that should be addressed.

But that was just a cover story. The information CSA got was highly abstracted and often mis-stated to keep them a bit off track. The raw data was siphoned to an unknown party outside continental Wasted Genius before anyone there ever saw it. The only organization ever connected with the use of the program's output was known as "The Syndicate."

So when Terry O'Bannon and his family queued up outside the Wasted Genius Ministry of Immigration that early morning, they were right to feel watched. But their worries of the religious fanatics to the east were only part of the danger they faced.

OOC: Been to the DMV lately, have we?

IC: Nehemiah Scudder sat in his office, quite satisfied with himself. He would soon have everything he desired. The Legion was screaming for blood. Good. Nothing like a good war to crush dissent. If they or anyone else got to troublesome, they wouldn't live to regret it. Riots were becoming less of a problem with the Proctors looking out for anyone foolish enough to go against his orders. There were disturbing reports of an underground movement forming, but Scudder dismissed them as malcontents that would be easily dealt with. Tomorrow promised to be a good day. Tomorrow He would send the worthless soul of his last major rival to eternal punishment in Hell. His phone rang. He knew it would be the call he'd been expecting; the call from Africa.

"Yes, speaking."
"You need to stop listening to the secular media. I have everything under control."
"No, that won't be necessary. Fine, I've done my part now you do yours."
"I'm aware of that. You need to do something before those fools in Boise decide to start shooting because, I promise you, we'll shoot back."
"That's fine. Goodbye."

~ snip ~

His latest decision sealed Maineiacs' border with Wasted Genius, and Scudder issued a demand that The Maineiacs embassy staff be allowed to leave.

~ snip ~

General Dracos read the words (above) from an official communique delivered by courier from the eastern Wasted Genius frontier. Amazingly, in a world of instant communication, the paper had actually been carefully rolled across the border in a plastic tube and then hand carried to the capitol. There were delays as a bomb detecting robot lurched over the uneven ground toward the package , then beamed x-rays, microwaves and subsonic jamming frequencies at it to try to disable any explosive, chemical or biological device it might contain. A flight of four unmanned UF-22J Raptor's had orbited a few miles away, ready for any incident that might require a military response.

But now the crisp, toast brown document was in the General's hands.

He smirked and said to himself -

"Hell, they can leave anytime they want. We're not holding them prisoner or anything. But the only way outta there is going to be by angel wings. Just let one of those nuts so much as breathe on my jurisdiction and I'll personally give them all a ticket to speak to their god on a face to face basis."

He pressed the intercom button on his speakerphone,

"Corporal Bixitt, whats the status of those Maineiacs in the embassy?"

"Well, sir, they seem to be OK for the moment. Looks like they've got quite a supply of food and water. Last I heard they were all sitting in a big circle chanting something like 'The Lord Will Lift Us Up!'"

"Huh," the General grunted, "he'd better. Alright, send the following reply to Maineiacs:

Dear Reverend Scudder,

You may have your citizens back. They are free to return home at any time. They are, however prohibited from traveling on, over, under or through the sovereign land of Wasted Genius. Since this could be difficult to arrange, I suggest that you appeal to your god for help. If he is unwilling to assist, we will be happy to return them to you after they have ceased to pose a military threat to us.

Thank you and have a nice day,

General Ka Dracos
Cheif of Wasted Genius Joint Defensive Forces "

OOC: Been to the DMV lately, have we?



OOC: Rats! I knew somebody would figure out where I got the imagery from!! The DMV is quite simply state-sanctioned retribution for driving a car, motorcycle or moped.

Also, your header proclaiming the Maineiacs Christian Broadcasting Corporation brought the following visual to my mind:

http://www.tbn.org/index.php/3/10.html

This is actually about 30 minutes from where I live. *Gulp* You should see it at Christmastime. *Double gulp*

The assemblyman stood in front of his 28th story window, looking down at the chanting crowd that had gathered in the street in front of the Executive Office Building.

"This is the most astonishing thing I've ever witnessed," he thought to himself,

"First, who the hell would be crazy enough to believe that fundamentalist crap Scudder is spewing. And second, who among those would actually demonstrate in front of a government building in a land that is decidedly secular? I mean, Wasted Genius doesn't adhere to 'separation of church and state' because there simply is no interest in the church side of the equation.

"But still, there they are. Listen to them, I can hear it from here. What a load of..."

The tone of the assemblyman's intercom broke his train of thought.

"Yes?"

"Sir, there's a Mr. Brown here requesting to meet with you, but he doesn't have an appointment. Shall I send him away?"

"Absolutely not. Show him in right away, and for chrissakes, treat him nicely!"

"Dammit!" the assemblyman swore aloud, "Brown has never wanted to meet in public view before. Either this is an emergency or Wasted Genius has just fallen a notch on the power scale."

James Bush submitted his last Op/Ed piece on February 20th, 2109. This was the case because James Bush ceased to exist that day.

"Ceased to exist" was the new universally accepted term in Wasted Genius for dying. The old euphemisms like "passed away" or "departed" smacked of the uncertainty that coddled the dangerous delusions of the refs (the new WG term for Religious Fanatics - "RF"s, or "refs").

Society wanted finality because it was much less risky. Society believed in the here and now because it could be seen and touched. Society was against anything that sounded like a "hereafter" because it brought to mind the genocide in Maineiacs.

Strangely, nowadays you could say phrases like "rot in hell" and "go to the devil" and everybody would laugh as if it was some inside joke. But let something slip like "it was heavenly" or "I hope to god" and you could become an outcast almost immediately.

This in fact was the subject of James Bush's last Op/Ed article: the absolute butchery of the language to serve political correctness. He thrashed the media spin-doctors, the "headless government" and the overgrown, amoral educational system.

It was perfect timing really. You see, Mr. Bush's lease on being allowed to live expired concurrently with his venomous attack on an establishment that no longer needed to tolerate the opinion of any mere citizen who had one.

He had been "outsourced for liquidation, pending cross-verification of MMPI-IV experimental findings" by WGMI (Ministry of Intelligence) Order 666-4052-JRB, issued on January 28th, 2109. The rationale given was that:

"control group 4052 must under no circumstances become acquainted with the structure, methodology or existence of MMPI-IV after its predictive capacity has been established. Since even minor or incidental contact by control group members with the MMPI-IV system could distort its delicate mechanisms, all participants, voluntary or involuntary, must be terminated without exception."

Thus, at 4:03 PM on February 20th, 2109, just ten minutes after a scientist halfway across the globe gave thumbs up to a group of distinguished gentlemen who had gathered to witness MMPI-IV's birth, Mr. James Bush briefly played host to three 9mm projectiles in his head, then finally, and for all of eternity, ceased to exist.

Julie Murphy was a 30 year-old fourth grade teacher in Grand Rapids. Her mistake was asking "We have to teach what?" within the hearing of a Proctor. She was executed the next day. Killed along with her was her unborn child.

Leroy Jackson was an 57 year old unemployed man in Louisville. That was his mistake.

Phyllis Hartman was a 44 year old assemblywoman in Minneapolis. A woman in politics? Not anymore.

Jean-Luc Dupry was a 60 year old Catholic priest in Trois Rivieres. In other words, a heretic.

Maryann Phillips was the 37 year old director of Planned Parenthood in Winnipeg. She was sexually assaulted before they executed her.

Toby Ryan was a 19 year old gay man in Maineiacs City (now being renamed New Zion). his fate is better not discussed.

Tiffany Rogers was a six-year-old girl in Boston. She shied away from an approaching Proctor. They made her watch her parents' execution before they shot her.

Former President Anderson McDermott sat in his cell awaiting the inevitable. Just as well, he wouldn't want to live in the mockery anyway. He just wished he was allowed to see Allison again...

Meanwhile, in Chicago...
Frank was nervous. Hell, everyone was nervous. They were supposed to have met in the Shedd Aquarium, but it was too heavily guarded. So now they were meeting in the Chicago Stockyard. Kindof appropriate, in away. A slaughterhouse. That's what the country was now. They were all agreed though, the time to strike was now while the regime was new. They couldn't wait for the government to indoctrinate a whole generation, that would be too late. If Maineiacs was to be free, it had to be now.

[OOC: So, the party hasn't started already? Good, 'cause I've got plans. Major plans...

Is it okay if I can push the execution of President McDermott a bit forward, Maineiacs? It'll make the story much more...interesting...]

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@ Righteousness Square, Maineiacs City, Maineiacs...

[OOC: "More like Unrighteousness Square," snorted Major Sheena Fujibayashi as she tried to stifle back a giggle.

Sorry, I just had to include that. XD]

The entire population of Maineiacs City was cramped inside Righteousness Square, having been forced to attend the public execution of ex-President Anderson McDermott and his daughter Allison. The alternative for not attending would warrant a punishment so severe that words could not describe it, or so it was said. Reverend Scudder's elite terrorists, the Proctors, kept a close eye on the huge crowd; snipers were on the rooftops, and other Proctors walked around the crowd in an attempt to keep them contained. They kept a close eye on the populace of Maineiacs, but they did not give the same scrutiny everywhere. Somehow, some way, through the usage of bribery, false documents, and good old-fashioned intimidation, Colonel Lloyd Irving of the 501st Legion Marine Corps and his squad of special forces had infiltrated the Proctors and convinced the regional commander to have them work security at President McDermott's execution.

Colonel Irving and his right-hand people, Lieutenant Colonel Kratos Aurion and Lieutenant Colonel Colette Brunel, were assigned to escort McDermott and his daughter to the square. 1st Lieutenant Genis Sage and his sister, Major Raine Sage, were among the snipers on the rooftops surrounding Righteousness Square. Major Sheena Fujibayashi and Major Zelos Wilder were in charge of crowd control; 2nd Lieutenant Presea Combatir and Captain Regal Bryant were among those working the crowd.

Back at Sing Sing, Colonel Irving, Lieutenant Colonel Aurion, and Lieutenant Colonel Brunel approached the cell where McDermott was being held. Lloyd took out his keycard and opened the electronic lock that sealed the cell door. "Anderson McDermott, it is time," Lloyd said matter-of-factly.

"I know, sir," the former president replied in a hushed tone. Anderson was now a despondent wreck of a man, having been subjected to tortures best left undescribed at the hands of the Proctors. He got up from his cot and walked up to the door. Kratos and Colette grabbed him and began walking out of the prison with him in tow. As the grim procession made its way to the exit, all was silent; gone was the banging on bars and loud screaming, as the prisoners were now afraid of being shot by the M4-wielding Proctors who roamed the halls.

Lloyd, Kratos, Colette, and the ex-President went to an armored van waiting just outside the gates; inside was Allison McDermott, Anderson's daughter. He would have rejoiced at seeing his daughter again, but the presence of the "Proctors" put a damper on his joy, and as such, he stayed silent. once they were inside, the van started up and left for "New Zion."

Meanwhile, at Righteousness Square, the crowd was showing faint signs of restlessness. "Quiet, you," Sheena said as she struck an audience member in the stomach with the butt of her M16. Zelos, Regal, Presea, and the other Proctors beat the rest of the crowd into submission, and they fell silent and still once more. It continued like this until around 11:45, when the van from Sing Sing finally made it to the square. Anderson and Allison were herded out roughly by Lloyd, and Kratos and Colette dragged them to the execution place. They were to be decapitated, their heads to be put on display at St. Patrick's Cathedral and their bodies to be defiled and mistreated by passersby. Worse, Reverend Nehemiah Scudder himself was to personally execute the two of them. If Colonel Irving and his squad were to successfully carry out their mission, they would have to work quickly and efficiently. "Kratos, Colette, you still remember the plan, right?" Colonel Irving whispered to his comrades.

"Yes, sir," Lieutenant Colonel Aurion and Lieutenant Colonel Brunel replied in that same hushed tone.

"What plan?" Anderson asked under his breath.

"You'll find out soon enough, President," Lloyd replied.

OOC: 501st - Cool post for the Andy McD recovery op. There will be WG operators and a WGMI agent in the crowd at the execution. They are light-ware and have strike capacity for taking out about 10 - 12 Proctors. No ability to get Andy and his daughter out of the area, but are all sharpshooters. They'll hit whatever they aim at. They can take the heat off/provide diversion. Let WG know if you want to coordinate, otherwise we'll stay out of the way and go to plan B.

OOC: 501st - Your recovery team is welcome to enter WG airspace/territory. You'll receive close air/fighter support at the frontier.

OOC: OK, this changes a few of the details, but I can roll withthe punches. BTW, two things. No way would Scudder be there in person. His hold on power is too new. Too much chance to get assassinated. Second, If he figures out that you guys did it, BOOM! He's got about 500 ICBMs at his disposal.

IC: Anderson McDermott was a dispirited man, but he wasn't a stupid man. He knew foreign accents when he heard them. From the sound of his "guards", He'd guess Legion. He had no idea what they planned to do, and a nasty firefight seemed the most likely outcome, but he thought it best for his own sake and for Ally to go along with it.

BOOM! He's got about 500 ICBMs at his disposal.

OOC: Hmm. Shades of Armageddon. Eh, the Internet will survive the nuking, so I'm game. Should I head for the bomb shelter now or wait for 501st?

OOC: 501st - Cool post for the Andy McD recovery op. There will be WG operators and a WGMI agent in the crowd at the execution. They are light-ware and have strike capacity for taking out about 10 - 12 Proctors. No ability to get Andy and his daughter out of the area, but are all sharpshooters. They'll hit whatever they aim at. They can take the heat off/provide diversion. Let WG know if you want to coordinate, otherwise we'll stay out of the way and go to plan B.
[OOC: We'll coordinate. I'll just ret-con and say that 501st Marines and WGMI have had this in the works for a long time already.

It's starting to sound like a Tales of Symphonia/Gundam SEED crossover in here...]

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Lloyd, Kratos, and Colette walked Anderson and Allison up to the massive wooden platform in the middle of Righteousness Square where they were to be beheaded. By that point in time, the crowd had largely fallen still and quiet; the Proctors stopped pacing and were now holding their positions around the audience. Raine observed from her perch atop a rooftop, her Accuracy International AWM held tightly in her steady hands. "You watching this, Genis?" she said into her radio.

"Yeah, I see the whole thing," Genis replied; he was on the rooftop just across from his sister's position. "You sure you're not gonna hit any of our own people or the Wasted Genius operatives, sis?"

"I'm sure of it. Trust me."

Lloyd received a transmission on his headpiece. "Change of plans!" Sheena whispered sharply. "Scudder's not gonna be here to carry out the execution. They're sending someone else in to do it for him."

"Copy that, Sheena. Lloyd out."

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Meanwhile, on board the Typhoon-class ballistic missile submarine Rau Le Creuset, somewhere in the North Atlantic Ocean...

"Intel reports that Scudder's forces have about 500 ICBMs at their disposal, ma'am," now-Ensign Sai Allster reported to his recently-promoted commanding officer, Commodore Flay Yamato.

"And? But? So? Therefore? Five hundred missiles is pathetic compared to what we've got with this single battle group," Commodore Yamato sneered. "We'll just take them out like we did with the Yalans. One of our Trident missiles should be enough to take out one of their launch facilities."

"If that's what you say, ma'am," Ensign Allster replied.

"Open up all silos and arm all missiles. We'll rain brimstone and hellfire on Scudder's heretical ass."

"Yes, ma'am."

In short order, the Rau Le Creuset and its companion subs, the Athrun Zala, the Dearka Elsman, the Yzak Joule, and the Heine Westenfluss, had armed their missiles and opened up their silos. Just as she did in the war with the Yalans, Commodore Yamato had to say but one word:

"Fire."

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Back in "New Zion," Scudder's proxy, a balding, corpulent minister with bad breath who went by the name of Richard Cheney VIII, arrived at Righteousness Square in a beat-up BMW 745i. He exited his car, which took some effort on the part of several Proctors who tried to extrude Reverend Cheney's massive bulk through the door; once he had been squeezed out of the Beemer, Reverend Cheney began stomping up to the platform. Once Cheney had ascended, nearly crushing the frail wooden stairs under his own weight, he waddled over to a microphone. Reverend Dick cleared his throat. "My fellow bretheren," he began in a mumbling, Marlon Brando-esque voice, "we are gathered here today under our almighty God's watchful gaze to witness the execution of the Communist pig Anderson McDermott and his harlot daughter Allison McDermott."

The crowd stood silent as it always had. While Reverend Cheney continued his droning, garbled sermon, Sheena was talking into her headset. "Raine, Genis, you in position?"

"We're as ready as we'll ever be, Sheena," Raine replied.

"Zelos, Regal, Presea, you know what to do, right?"

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," Zelos replied exuberantly but quietly.

"Lloyd, are you, Kratos, and Colette okay up there?"

"We're as fine as we'll ever be, Sheena. Don't worry about us," Lloyd replied.

"Good."

"Should anybody object to this execution, speak now and forever hold your peace," Reverend Dick mumbled. There was nothing but silence; nobody wanted a Proctor's bullet lodged in his/her cerebrum. After a brief pause, Reverend Dick concluded his sermon. "Let the execution commence."

"That's the signal, guys and girls! Go, go, go!" Lloyd whispered sharply into his headset.

Raine and Genis received Lloyd's order first; in response, they aimed their AWMs at the other two snipers watching over Righteousness Square and took them out swiftly. The loud bang caused by the rifles drew the attention of the other Proctors up towards the heavens; this distraction would prove to be their undoing, as Sheena, Zelos, Presea, Regal, and the Wasted Genius operatives took them out as well with precise, calculated shots from their own guns. One by one, with the aid of Genis and Raine, the multitude of Proctors watching the crowd was slowly being whittled down. Kratos and Colette earned their keep as well, sniping Proctors from atop the platform with their M16s.

Even though the Proctors were supposedly Reverend Scudder's "elite," they were actually of no use in any combat situation. All they were good for was terrorism and nothing else; while the average Proctor could bring up a Beretta M9 and shoot a helpless civilian in the head execution-style, he could not get even a decent body shot with his standard-issue M16 in the heat of combat. Many Proctors were uber-fanatical civilians who signed up for the program; very few of them had any weapons training, and what little training they were given was inadequate. The Proctors who actually had an idea of just what the hell they were doing (ex-police and ex-military types) were few and far between, and there were no such types at Righteousness Square right now.

In the chaos, as more Proctors fell to the onslaught (along with civilians, due to the Proctors' own indiscriminate use of firearms; the 501st Legion and Wated Genius operatives were good enough shots to determine who was friend and who was foe), Lloyd grabbed the executioner's axe that was meant for Reverend Dick's hands and brought it up. "Forgive me, Father, for you have sinned," Lloyd sneered as he drove the axe into Dick's forehead.

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Around the same time as the bloodbath in Righteousness Square, the missiles launched by the Rau Le Creuset's battlegroup hit their respective targets. These had been launched along with ICBMs from silos scattered all across the 501st Legion's territory; it was overkill, really, but to Secretary of Defense Matsuki, excessive force is the only acceptable type of force in combat. The areas around Maineiacs' own nuke silos and military bases were bathed in the light of a billion suns as 501st Legion nukes and N2 mines battered them with their massive destructive power.

===============

Lloyd drove the axe into Reverend Cheney's head with all of his might, cleaving him in half as he brought it down. He let go of the axe, allowing it and the corpse of Dick to fall, then walked up to the microphone. The whole affair was still being televised on MCBC, despite numerous orders to cease and desist; at least it brought ratings up through the roof.

"Attention, Reverend Nehemiah Scudder and minions!" Lloyd yelled into the microphone. He had to yell, as the sounds of gunfire and pained screaming were still echoing throughout Righteousness Square; Sheena and the others had the situation well under control, however, as the crowd had already scattered to safety and the few Proctors that had survived were either retreating or foolishly standing their ground.

"God has judged you guilty of heresy and has decreed that your life and your pathetic regime are now forfeit! Your heresy has not gone unheard, for as I speak, God is raining hellfire upon your equally pathetic military facilities! You will be receiving your just reward in due time. Give our regards to Satan, Reverend, for you shall be meeting him shortly!"

In a fir of anger, Lloyd tossed the microphone stand at a surviving Proctor, who was knocked out; Zelos put the zealot out of his misery by shooting him in the head. "Asshole," he coughed.

Just then, explosions rang out in the air, which meant only one thing: the recovery team was here. "Colonel Irving, report! Are you there? Do you have the McDermotts in custody?" a voice said on Lloyd's headset; it was Ensign Sting Neider, a 501st Legion Navy CH-53E Super Stallion pilot stationed aboard the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier Roy Mustang; the Mustang's battlegroup had just made it to Long Island relatively unscathed, its way there paved by the able pilots flying its onboard complement of F-14D Tomcats and A-6E Intruders. Sting's Super Stallion, along with a pair of SH-60 Sea Hawks, were being escorted to Maineiacs City by a squadron of F-35B Joint Strike Fighters, which provided more-than-adequate air support for the recovery effort.

"Yeah, we're here, and we're waiting for extraction. We've already routed most of the Proctors in the immediate area, but I've got a bad feeling more are going to come in very soon," Lloyd replied.

"Sweet," Ensign Neider replied. "Hold on, we're dropping in right on top of you."

As the Super Stallion touched down in Righteousness Square, the two Sea Hawks dropped onto the rooftops, recovered Genis and Raine, and went back to the carrier.

"Okay, guys and girls, we're moving out! Sheena, Zelos, Presea, Regal, you've got our six! Kratos, Colette, escort Andy and Ally to the copter! Move!" Lloyd yelled.

"Got it, sir!" everyone else replied! Kratos and Colette, with Andy and Ally in tow, were the first to get on the chopper, with Lloyd following shortly thereafter. Zelos, followed by Presea and Regal, were the next to get on. Sheena was the last, and as soon as she got on board, the Super Stallion took off and flew off to the safety of the Roy Mustang and its accompanying battle group.

His "Holiness" was not prepared for this. He realized he had made a grave miscalculation. But so had they. He picked up the phone.
"Operation Divine Retribution, Go!"
Fine. They wanted to take him out? Well, he was taking them all out with him. Boise, Bejing, Los Angeles, Manila. Those cities and many others wouls feel God's wrath. But where were his contacts in Africa? Why had they allowed Wasted Genius to be a party to this?

[OOC: Uh, Maineiacs, you do realize your nuke silos and relevant military facilities have been reduced to fallout, right? If Operation Divine Retribution involves terrorist attacks, however, I'm game.]

[OOC: Uh, Maineiacs, you do realize your nuke silos and relevant military facilities have been reduced to fallout, right? If Operation Divine Retribution involves terrorist attacks, however, I'm game.]


You mean they hit instantaneously? You have a point, though. I should have RP'd seeing them come in on radar. But still Scudder would have heard the challenge, and responded accordingly. C'mon, there's no way any country could launch a nuke strike without retaliation if their target was also nuke capable.

EDIT: S**t! I forgot to say that it was carried on TV, which it should have been. Maybe Scudder didn't hear, did he?

OOC: I agree with the zealot. 501st, you got Dick Cheney, let him have a little nuke retaliation.

[OOC: Two words--dirty bombs. Smuggle a few in and set a few of those off, and you've got a nice little nuclear terrorist attack. Quite a few cities will be contaminated for quite some time....]

*evil grin*

*evil grin*
Yeah, that's t3h spirit, all right.

The boss watched silently as the CNN feed from New Zion ceased and was replaced by snow.

Typically, the network would cut to another location, a studio or even a static shot of the CNN logo. But the screen remained the beautifully complex shade of gray associated with LOS.

The boss was a man of few words, especially at home. He rarely looked to see if a servant was in the room; he simply raised his arm, snapping his fingers on the way to the top of the arc.

An unknown and particularly thin servant scurried to his employer's side, so as not to block the picture. This in itself was enough to infuriate the boss because he was used to his servants decyphering the intention of his summons and providing whatever service was required without prompting.

"What's wrong with the TV?" he barked.

"Sir, the TV is good. CNN is gone."

"By 'gone' do you mean 'off the air'?"

"No sir. It is gone. See - no CNN logo. We get our feed from our satellite. The only way that can happen is if all of CNN is gone."

The boss had of course surmised this and the fate of Wasted Genius. He smiled for the first time in a long, long time.

"Finally I am rid of those weaklings. Bring me a telephone, I want to talk to The Syndicate."

"Yes sir. Would you like to watch another channel? Perhaps MSNBC or Fox?"

"Absolutely not!!" The boss bellowed. "Those channels cannot be trusted. They are for entertainment only."

OOC: ... ok... I'm confused, what's been going on? Damned real life kept me away from the computer for awhile, but I'm back, and EXTREMELY confused here. I do know, however, that Halberdgardia quit, and I think Teymor's territory is up for grabs.

Therefore, I claim Halberdgardia's British Isles, Iceland, and as much of Teymor's territory as I can, the minimum that I want being Russia.

I apologize if I can't do this, I'm just not 100% sure what's happening.

You can't make new claims yet, We may be gwtting a ew member. But you're just in time for Armegeddon. Repent! Repent!

Akira Komiyama was enjoying his new job as a baggage handler at Manila International Airport. What could be easier than putting suitcases and crates onto a plane? Akira's real job, however, was a bit more complex. Akira was an undercover operative for Maineiacs Intelligence. Much more exciting and meaningful than when he had worked for MFIT working for people he despised. They had done one thing for him, though. They taught him how to handle explosives and how to work undercover. Akira went on his lunch break leaving one suitcase unloaded. 30 minutes later, there was a deafening explosion...

OOC: Poland, just go back to your last post and read from there. And fasten your seatbelt, it's going to be a bumpy ride...

General Dracos paced the floor of his command center deep within a mountain somewhere in Wasted Genius. Oh he would strike, yes, he would strike. But how to best crush these trigger happy nuke-lords?

He had options. The nuke force was still intact, the airbases, the shipyards, the subs and the fleet. Reverend Scudder may have envoked his version of God's wrath, but fortunately God's bombsight didn't put any of the WGDF's assets in the crosshairs.

"Yeah, 36 million dead. So what. Less whiney civilians to put up with.

"Scudder did me a favor - no parliament, no dumbass politicians, no groveling for funding, no touchy-feely news reporters giving away my tactical positions. The boss will snuff the Rev, you can count on that. The boss doesn't like it when you rattle the cage without consulting him first.

"But 501st, what do I do with him? Nevermind he used a sledgehammer to kill a mosquito and didn't even get the mosquito. You could measure my concern about that in milligivashits. But he just pulled his piece in the middle of a playground. I can't have little Johnny coming home to have nightmares for the next ten years, can I.

"No, this is one of those four corners moves you see in a poker game. It's like 501st is saying, 'come on, raise me - punk.' Well, he's right about one thing. I am a punk. But this isn't poker. Time to go smash a few mailboxes."

General Dracos picked up the phone.

"Get General Pryor on the line. Tell him to spin up the birds. And tell him to pack a lunch. This is going to be long and painful."

OOC: Legion, nice to have you along for this ride on the Highway to Hell. Your posts are well written and just what I would expect from a guy that obviously watches way the hell to much anime.

WG: is the milligivashit metric or standard?

OOC: Thanks for the compliment. Yay! Highway to Hell!

Neon Genesis Evangelion, Gundam SEED, Tales of Symphonia (a video game, not an anime, FYI), Fullmetal Alchemist... What else will be thrown into the pot now?

Mechs are still future-tech, right?

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Chief of Staff Langley put down the phone, a look of horror etched clearly on her face. "President Ayanami?"

"What is it, Kyoko?" the president replied, still not looking up from his TV; he had finished playing Tales of Symphonia, and he was now watching Gundam SEED Destiny.

"That was my cousin Major Mayu Langley. Manila's been hit by a dirty bomb."

"What?!" President Ayanami screeched, grabbing a Lacus Clyne doll from his desk and tossing it at the TV. "Okay, that pushes it! First Scudder firebombs my embassy, then this?! My God, that idiot really, really wants the Apocalypse to come. So be it. He wants some more hell, I'll give him all the hell he'll ever want, and then some."

"Yes, sir, but how should we give him hell?"

"Has Project Eva constructed a viable prototype?"

"No, sir. We're still at least 15 years away from a working Eva unit."

"Has the G-Project yielded at least a few suits?"

"How do you expect us to build the Strike Freedom when we can't even make a freaking ZAKU?"

"Fine, we'll fight it conventionally. We're still at Defcon 1, right?"

"We always have been."

"The terror alert level's Red, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"Good."

OOC: Legion, nice to have you along for this ride on the Highway to Hell. Your posts are well written and just what I would expect from a guy that obviously watches way the hell to much anime.

WG: is the milligivashit metric or standard?

OOC: LMAO - The milligivashit is metric and is equal to 1/1000 of the motivation it takes the average person to change channels on TV, using a remote with a fresh battery.

-snip-

Mechs are still future-tech, right?

- snip -



OOC: *dreams of roaring down the streets of New Zion in a Ryoken*

Sadly I think we're still about 400 years out; but there was that "anti-wayback machine" a few pages back... ;)

In a word, NO! :gundge:

OOC: OK I can wait. But mark your calendars, Mechs will be current tech through the unstoppable progression of time on October 15th, 2015 (RL). Plenty of opportunity to cook up a scenario. :D

OOC: Blast! I was really hoping to unleash a few prototype mobile suits on the hapless Maineiacs forces. It is 2109, after all; surely technology has progressed at least to the point where we can make crude mobile suits, kinda like those in Vision of Escaflowne.

In the words of 501st Legion Army Chief of Staff Kyoko Langley, "How do you expect us to build the Strike Freedom when we can't even make a freaking ZAKU?"

Maybe we can open up a future-tech offshoot of Earth NA in the near future...

Sorry, folks. Mr. Peabody died of heartworms, and left no instructions about how to use the anti-wayback

Sorry, folks. Mr. Peabody died of heartworms, and left no instructions about how to use the anti-wayback
Just what does this "anti-wayback" machine do? If you could hand it over to Dr. Mallari at the University of the Philippines, she can figure out how to make it work...

Walvis Bay, Namibia, Wasted Genius --

Mbeki Nugoma was a changed man. Veteran of the Yalan army, his life changed forever when the Yalans evacuated then sold their South African territory to Maineiacs. He wasn't happy with that change. The Maineiacs were gentle adminstrators, but had only a small millitary presence in Africa. No army to speak of for him to join. So he spent a year wandering the streets of Durban looking for a job. That when he met HIM. Nugoma had no idea why some Senator from Mississippi was in Africa, but soon, it didn't matter. This man gave Nugoma a new lease on life, a purpose, and the true faith. Now he gave Nugoma a mission. getting into Namibia wasn't too difficult. Apparently the Yalans hadn't sealed their border with Natal Province, and Wasted Genius hadn't sealed their border with the Yalans. Now it was all over but the shouting. And he was sure there'd be plenty of that.

A short time later, at the dock facilities at Walvis Bay, there was a deafening explosion...

Blargh. I shall now dissapear for eternity... *poof*

Damn. And you know, no one's bothered to respond to my recuitment thread except a couple of trolls.

OOC: Let's get back on task here...

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The beginning of the war in Maineiacs was basically a giant mixed bag of goodies and yucky stuff. The preemptive nuke strikes carried out by Commodore Flay Yamato were somewhat instrumental in wiping out most of Maineiacs' offensive defensive capabilities, but the conventional elements of the Maineiacs military were still there. Those resistance groups driven underground by Nehemiah Scudder's death squads had now risen up against their foul masters in force, but they were untrained, inexperienced, ill-equipped, and outnumbered. Luckily for the resistance, the 501st Legion Armed Forces were there to help them throw off Scudder's unholy yoke.

The Roy Mustang's carrier battle group was only the first to arrive in Maineiacs' waters. Soon afterwards, more carrier battle groups arrived, led by the Nimitz-class carriers Maes Hughes, Riza Hawkeye, Basque Gran, Zolf Kimblee, and Frank Archer. The 501st Legion's F/A-18E Super Hornets, like their namesakes, swarmed the skies over the North Atlantic and the Caribbean Sea, scourging the waters and the coasts of Maineiacs' naval presence. While the Maineiacs navy scored a number of small victories (namely, the sinking of the Basque Gran off of Cape Hatteras), they eventually proved hollow in the face of the 501st Legion's naval dominance. The ancient Iowa-class battleships were still effective in their tasks (namely, pounding Maineiacs ships to shrapnel with their big guns), while Kirov-class battlecruisers executed stand-off attacks on their targets with horrifying ease; the numerous destroyers and frigates of the 501st Legion Navy also earned their keep against their counterparts, while Akula-class hunter-killer subs lurked in the depths, waiting for the chance to send a Maineiacs ship down into the abyss.

On the ground, the role of the 501st Legion Army and Marine Corps was to support the resistance forces against the loyalist Maineiacs military. Flay's nuclear Armageddon helped make their job a bit easier, but it was still a daunting task. The ground war was wholly a guerrilla war, with little (if any) fighting out in the open and most of the battles taking place in the streets of Maineiacs' cities. Artillery pounded the suburbs, while T-90 MBTs plowed through the streets; meanwhile, Mi-24s took to the skies, dropping off troops and providing air cover for their operations. The loyalist Maineiacs infantry, armed with M16s, M4 Carbines, and Beretta M9s and clad in bulletproof vests, were no match for the 501st Legion's heavy infantry, equipped with H&K G3s, Arctic Warfare Magnums, and Desert Eagles and covered from head to toe in tactical armor. However, most of the battles were fought and won by the 501st Legion Marines; their P90s tore through the body armor of loyalist Maineiacs soldiers like paper, and their standard-issue SIG-Sauer SG552 proved to be more versatile than the counterpart M4 Carbine, especially when it came to getting headshots. The resistance forces also earned their keep as well, using arms provided by the 501st Legion and scavenged from dead Maineiacs soldiers; these motley troopers managed to deal blows as heavy as those they received, especially after receiving on-the-job training at the battlefront. The members of the Maineiacs army were nothing if not tenacious, however, and they still managed to hold their ground against the resistance and the Legion.

The war in the air was an entirely different story. The 501st Legion Air Force was one of the largest and one of the best in the entire world, with well-equipped planes flown by well-trained, combat-hardened pilots. Venerable F-16 Fighting Falcons, accompanied by Su-27 Flankers and Su-37 Super Flankers, were the mainstays of the 501st Legion Air Force; despite their age, they managed to overcome the jets of the Maineiacs air force through sheer force of numbers and skill. B-1B Lancers were the backbone of the 501st Legion's bombing capability; partnered up with Tu-22M Backfires and Tu-160 Blackjacks, they carried massive payloads of conventional, chemical, and biological ordinance to the enemy, and they were more than adequate enough in giving Reverend Scudder the hell he wanted. The ancient AC-130 Spectre helped the Army and Marines mop up pesky ground forces; the equally-ancient F-111 Aardvark proved to be a very versatile airplane, performing everything from air superiority to close support and everything in between.

The war was not fought with just AWMs, Desert Eagles, VX nerve gas, and weaponized Ebola virus, however; it was a psychological and technological war as well. 501st Legion hackers coded lethal viruses and unleashed them on Maineiacs' computer networks; at the same time, they tried to pierce those same networks in order to get their hands on classified info. Leaflets were dropped from the air in massive numbers in an attempt to get those few apathetic civilians who survived the bio-chemical scourges to join the resistance. Loudspeakers installed on 501st Legion APCs, MBTs, and IFVs were used to blast music at 120 decibels in order to confuse and disorient loyalist Maineiacs soldiers while rallying 501st Legion soldiers and the Maineiacs resistance at the same time; favourite artists on the 501st Legion playlist include Jay-Z, Ludacris, Green Day, System of a Down, and Linkin Park. Propaganda films were cooked up by 501st Legion movie producers and animators and broadcast on international TV and the Internet; these films have proven to be extremely popular.

OOC: Thanks for the Ebola. That's going to kill off most of my population.

IC: Maineiacs forces were outnumbered, outgunned, and outclassed. Except for 1 carrier sunk off Cape Hatteras by a Maineiacs Nautilus-class submarine, the navy was decimated. The Air Force fared even worse. 1500 F-18s shot down. Very few kills in exchange. Part of the reason was, no doubt, the surprise nuclear attack by the Legion Army. Another reason the Scudder in his arrogance overlooked was that a good part of hisarmed forces went AWOL as the atrocities began. Many met their end in the purge, but nearly 20% survived to go underground (OOC: About 2/3 stayed loyal, about 2 million men.) and join the resistance. About the same time Scudder's special Ops. forces carried off their attack on Walvis Bay, the Free Maineiacs Army (FMA) set off their own dirty bomb in Grand Forks, Dakota near a major millitary staging area. Maineiacs cities fell like domioes. St. John's, Halifax, Bangor, Boston, Fayetteville, Miami, Atlanta. The blow that really killed Scudder's little experiment in Hell on Earth was the electro-magnetic pulse that fried every computer in the country. Co-ordination was almost impossible after that. Then the Legion did something even Scudder hadn't done. The launched a bioweapon attack. Troops fell in droves. Unfortunately, so did civilians. Finally, Maineiacs units began to desert until it grew into a full-fledged mutiny. Finally, on August 20, 2109, just seven months into the nightmare regime, Maineiacs troops stormed the presidential residence in Maineacs City, taking Nehemiah Scudder prisoner to be handed over to the Commander of The 501st Legion forces under flag of truce. Total casualties were 1.6 million millitary and between the war, the purges, and the lingering efects of radiation and bioattack, 30 million civilian. The New Leader of Maineacs millitary, Gen. Thomas Lawrence, who had fled to the resistance within days of Scudder's takeover, was willing to accept any terms the Legion gave him.

OOC: your post was a little godmoddish, but I let it pass because I wanted to be rid of that SOB who was ruining my country. ;)

In lieu of launching a full scale nuclear attack on Maineiacs, The Fractious Enmity of Wasted Genius decided instead to support the Free Maineiacs Army. WG knew that this might cause the country to become entangled in the war with 501st, but its intentions were to restore the legitimate democracy in Maineiacs, live up to its American League commitments (choosing the Free Maineiacs Army as the legitimate authority in that nation) and to end a war that could spill over the borders at any time.

Any military forces that enter Maineiacs territory will be withdrawn if and when peace is restored.

Wasted Genius is currently attempting to make contact with the Free Maineiacs Army and is waiting to discover their position in this matter.

The Free Mainiacs Army accepts Wasted Genius' offer. We have the upper hand, and are turning over Scudder to the Legion, however, forces loyal to him remain and we would welcome assistance in rounding them up.

Gen. Thomas Lawrence

Free Maineiacs Army

To: Gen. Thomas Lawrence, FMA
From: Gen. Ka Dracos, WGDF

Wasted Genius Defensive Forces stand ready to deploy and will work as a Joint Strike force. We will team with your units as encountered. The following WGDF units are available:

Army: 1st Brigade, Ft. Hood Texas - Full spectrum decisive field ops (infantry, armor, cav, special forces).

Air Force: 59th Medical Wing, 37th Bomber Wing, 147th Fighter Wing - Includes about 10% UAV (pilotless) retrofitted airframes in 37th/147th Wings.

Navy: WGNF Carrier Strike Group Carl Visnon en route from Luanda, Angola, approx. location 22N, 54W (Atlantic Ocean, north of the equator).

OOC: Thanks for the Ebola. That's going to kill off most of my population.

OOC: I'm glad Maineiacs is downwind...

OOC: I'm glad Maineiacs is downwind...
OOC: Your troops have adequate protection from bioweapons, right? They shouldn't be affected by any remaining biological ordinance if they do.

The Fractious Enmity of Wasted Genius has written off its former capitol city, Boise, Idaho as totally destroyed. Any government staff that was in the city at the time ceased to exist and has been removed from the active roster. Currently, Wasted Genius is being governed under marshall law by Gen. Ka Dracos. Gen. Dracos has assigned several high ranking officers from the WGMI to govern regional affairs throughout the country.

Salt Lake City has been selected as the new capitol city.

To: Gen. Thomas Lawrence, FMA
From: Gen. Ka Dracos, WGDF

Wasted Genius Defensive Forces stand ready to deploy and will work as a Joint Strike force. We will team with your units as encountered. The following WGDF units are available:

Army: 1st Brigade, Ft. Hood Texas - Full spectrum decisive field ops (infantry, armor, cav, special forces).

Air Force: 59th Medical Wing, 37th Bomber Wing, 147th Fighter Wing - Includes about 10% UAV (pilotless) retrofitted airframes in 37th/147th Wings.

Navy: WGNF Carrier Strike Group Carl Visnon en route from Luanda, Angola, approx. location 22N, 54W (Atlantic Ocean, north of the equator).


Understood. We have our 2nd regiment in Fayetteville, Mississippi Province. A large contingent (approx. 10,000 troops) of loyalist forces reported at Memphis, Cumberland Province. Will hook up with you en route.

Gen. Thomas Lawrence, FMA

OOC: Your troops have adequate protection from bioweapons, right? They shouldn't be affected by any remaining biological ordinance if they do.


OOC: My troops, yes. My citizens, no. Do you honestly think that lunatic would protect anyone?

OOC: Your troops have adequate protection from bioweapons, right? They shouldn't be affected by any remaining biological ordinance if they do.

OOC: Good point, the aftermath of the biological, chemical and nuclear annihilation that was dealt on the true believers will definitely slow our forces down because of the extra precautions necessary. The WGDF has "Future Force Warrior" (circa 2010) gear in its inventory and will bypass hot areas if possible or will engage them with UAV (pilotless) or standoff weapons as each situation dictates.

Here's a link that shows the ancient (by Earth NA timeline) FFW:

http://media.militaryphotos.net/photos/album112?page=3

As you can see FFW doesn't have any whiz-bang stuff in it, its simply an integration of biochemical protection, communications gear and enhanced body armor.

<bump> and my 900th post.

<bump> again.

OOC: Firstly, Maineiacs, thanks for inviting me. Second, I would like to use the unclaimed area in northern South America, the Caribean, Central America, and Mexico. Could you use gold as my color (bronze would be find if you can't use gold)? I will compile the stats for my wet navy and post it later.

Done. Anything else? And do you know anyone else who'd like to join? SQ, I've also given you Bermuda. Everyone: With BY's departure Antarctica is now open. Should We say it belong to Teymor until we hear from him, or split it up?

OOC: I'll talk to my main nation partner in my region (ie, the first to join after I founded it) and see if he will want to join in. As for Antartica, I say, as it is the largest continent on the planet, we should see who wants the territory above the ice and split it up, and, as there is less of it, who wants control of the water below the ice.

Also, here is my "wet" fleet.

1 Excalibur class (SeaWolf class refit) - Advanced Submergence Vehicle/Advanced Exploration Vehicle - U.E.O. Excalibur A.S.V. 7100 (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/ex_small.jpg) (flagship)
20 SeaFury class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/ex_small.jpg) Advanced Submergence Vehicle/Advanced Exploration Vehicle
50 SeaQuest-II class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/sQ_model.jpg) Deep Submergence Vehicle
10 SeaWolf class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/ex_old.jpg) Deep Submergence Vehicle/Advanced Submergence Vehicle
25 Tempest class (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/My%20RPG/tempest.jpg) Heavy Cruiser
30 Orion class (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/My%20RPG/orion.jpg) Nuclear Attack Submarine
15 Octavian class (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/My%20RPG/octavian.jpg) Battlecruiser
5 Honorious class (http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b140/SFShadowPhoenix/My%20RPG/honorious.jpg) Fleet Carrier

Plus enough support craft for each vessel (I can provide the list of support craft per a single ship of each class if you want).

Also, I limited myself to a small selection of my sub class list.

Actualy, Antarctica in our RP isn't ice. The coast has a cold pine forest climate (like cntral Alaska or Siberia), the interior is tundra. Also, we have one player that was caught by Katrina, and we wanted to set something aside for him in case he came back.

OOC: Understood. Depending on what his main strength is (land forces, air forces, or sea forces) would probably cause his area to be able to meet those needs.

His land was mostly Russia, so he had a LOT of land forces.

OOC: My opinion is that its time to create a memorial for Teymor and (sadly) move on. I'll be more than happy to seed territory for him from my claims when he returns.

*raises a toast to Teymor, wherever he is*

If I recall correctly, isn't all of Eurasia still unclaimed? Why not just reserve his old territory?

OK. We'll go with the original idea. Teymor Memorial Nature Preserve is Kalinningrad Oblast, and Antarctica is open for claims.

Got ya. What do you think of my fleet?

Scary. Especially with my country in chaos right now. (read the last 4 pages or so to get an idea of what's been happening)

OOC: Just a quick post here to let y'all know I'm still alive. Just too busy to be active all that much. Just say Poland has temporarily gone into isolation, and is completely neutral in any conflicts.

Also, let me know when Teymor's territory is up for grabs. I am saddened, though, that he doesn't appear to be coming back...

Got ya. What do you think of my fleet?
All subs, eh? Okay, my fleet of Soviet-era Akula-, Oscar II-, and Typhoon-class subs seems really outclassed now compared to those.

IC: The dock slowly filled with water. Once the water level reached that of the outside cove, the massive vessel contained within slid into the open waters as a bottle of champange was smashed against her bow.

The SeaQuestian flagship's lauch had gone of without a hitch.

The ship's A.I. checked through the ship's systems. Everything checked out fine.

OOC: I have posted the stats for the Excalibur on my region's forums. Here is a link to the thread.
http://s13.invisionfree.com/SeaQuest_Empire/index.php?showtopic=228

OOC: Just a quick post here to let y'all know I'm still alive. Just too busy to be active all that much. Just say Poland has temporarily gone into isolation, and is completely neutral in any conflicts.

Also, let me know when Teymor's territory is up for grabs. I am saddened, though, that he doesn't appear to be coming back...


Teymor's land is up for bids, but we may have another player coming soon. Let's wait until he makes his claims.

OOC: Spartan Alliance claims Russia, Kazakstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgistan, and Tajikistan. We would like the color to be black.

I was brought in by Seaquest, I am friends with him and in the same region

Thank you.

noted, and welcome. OK, folks the rest is up for bids.

OOC: Spartan Alliance claims Russia, Kazakstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Kyrgistan, and Tajikistan. We would like the color to be black.

I was brought in by Seaquest, I am friends with him and in the same region

Thank you.

Welcome to the party.

noted, and welcome. OK, folks the rest is up for bids.
I'd like to claim Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Bangladesh, Nepal, the United Kingdom, and Ireland. Also, I am selling Eritrea, Djibouti, Ethiopia, Somalia, Yemen, Oman, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia, Paraguay, and Uruguay to the highest bidder(s); please specify which territories you want and for what price.

That's fine. Now, would you mind posting whether or not you accept my surrender? Also, Are you keeping the Falklands?

That's fine. Now, would you mind posting whether or not you accept my surrender? Also, Are you keeping the Falklands?
I accept your surrender, and no, I'm not keeping the Falklands.

From MBC News--

PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT NAMED

A provisional government has been named to run governmental affairs until the nation is stable enough to hold elections. Former President McDermott will lead the government, but has promised to step down after a new President and Senate are chosen.The government has temporarily relocated to Cape Town while Maineiacs City is being rebuilt. President McDermott has appealed to the world community for aid in rebuilding. In related news, new outbreaks of ebola are being reported in New Orleans, Jacksonville, Richmond, and Omaha.

From MBC News--

PROVISIONAL GOVERNMENT NAMED

A provisional government has been named to run governmental affairs until the nation is stable enough to hold elections. Former President McDermott will lead the government, but has promised to step down after a new President and Senate are chosen.The government has temporarily relocated to Cape Town while Maineiacs City is being rebuilt. President McDermott has appealed to the world community for aid in rebuilding. In related news, new outbreaks of ebola are being reported in New Orleans, Jacksonville, Richmond, and Omaha.
OOC: I knew my bio-weapons attack was gonna come back and bite me in the ass like that, yet I went ahead with it anyway...

IC: The 501st Legion has decided to help Maineiacs with its rebuilding effort. Workers, money, and raw materials will be sent to affected areas, while a battalion of 501st Legion soldiers will remain behind to contain any remaining Ebola outbreaks and aid with security.

To: Anderson McDermott, Provisional President, Maineiacs
From: Gen. Dracos, Acting Prime Minister, Wasted Genius

Wasted Genius pledges $35 billion to the government of Maineiacs to assist with rebuilding Maineiacs City. Also, subject to your request, we are ready to deploy an equipment brigade from the WG Corps of Engineers, Fort Worth, TX, to assist with demolition/reconstruction of damaged areas and buildings.

Ground forces previously deployed to your country can stay to assist with law enforcement and medical assistance.

Also, we would like to offer for sale (reasonable terms and financing) military equipment ranging from aircraft carriers to humvees.

To the government of the 501st Legion: We gratefully accept your offer of assistance. We would also like to place a bid of $1 billion for the Falkland Islands.

To Gen. Dracos: We accept your offer of assistance, and could use your help in rounding up the last of the Scudder loyalist forces in Mississippi and Florida Provinces. Loyalist forces are still in control of Memphis and Orlando. I must decline your offer of millitary hardware, at least until a new Senate is installed. Our constitution requires Senate ratification of all arms transactions.

Anderson McDermott,
Provisional President
The Liberal Utopia of Maineiacs (Restored)

OOC: Just to clarify: Iceland, Sri Lanka, Mozambique, Madagascar, Maldives, and Antarctica are free for bids. All other unoccupied land must be purchased from 501st Legion.

December 2109 -- Cape Town, Cape Province

Anderson McDermott sat in his makeshift office in the new temporary government offices, pouring over a mountain of paperwork. How could that madman have caused so much damage in less than a year? The Legion and Wasted Genius were halping clean up the damage to the nation's infrastructure, and control outbreaks of ebola and radiation sickness, and the report from Gen. Lawrence seemed to indicate that memphis would soon be reclaimed, then they'd move on Orlando, but that was where the good news ended. Trillions of Energy credits worth of dmamge, 30 million dead, the nation humiliated before the world, the government more or less evaporated. And for what? So some two-bit preacher could stroke his ego? Anderson didn't know what the Legion planned to do with Scudder, and he didn't care. He'd never regretted that Maineiacs had no death penalty -- until now. And now, the latest headache. That idioit Levesque; how he survived Scudder's purge, McDermott couldn't begin to guess, he'd been travelling around what was left of Quebec advocating secession! Of all the things he didn't need to deal with right now. Support for the idea was low, but might grow when McDermott announced that the entire country would have to go without their tax refund this year.

OOC: I'd like to give Georgia, Armenia, and Azerbaijan to either Poland or the Spartan Alliance (whoever accepts first). In place of those territories, I'd like to claim Iceland, Sri Lanka, and the Maldives.

OOC: Spartan Alliance accepts The 501st Legion's offer with great gratitude.

@The 501st Legion: Thank you. :)

BTW: New Zealand is also free for claiming.

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OOC: Defuniak just came back. He can have New Zealand.

Done. Anybody have any other bids?

OOC: Aw DAMMIT! You guys didn't let me know! Now I lost some chances at territory...

Meh... whatever... I'll settle for trying to get all of Europe. But I WILL claim Antarctica, Mozambique, and Madagascar.

IC:

A communication was sent to the 501st Legion

To: The 501st Legion
From: Poland

Greetings to you. I have an interesting request. I'm sure you know that, in the past, I have expressed interest in Western Europe. Specifically, Western Europe that is under YOUR control.

Therefore, I would like to offer a proposition to you. Another territorial trade.

I will give you: Senegal, Gambia, Sierra Leone, Liberia, Côte D'ivore, Burkina Faso, Ghana, Togo, Benin, Nigeria, Cameroon, Central African Republic, Equatorial Guinea, Gabon, P. Republic Congo, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Uganda, Kenya, Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi, Malawi, Mozambique Cape Verde Islands, Ecuador, Peru and Brazil.

In exchange for: Iceland, United Kingdom, Ireland, Portugal, Spain, Andorra, France, Monaco, The Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and any other European territories I've missed.

I will also throw in 1 billion USD to add to my claims. I hope you will accept.

-The Prime Minister of Poland

OOC: In short, I'll give you all of my African land, except Madagascar, all of my South American land, AND 1 billion USD, if you give me all of Europe that you control.

Don't forget Antarctica is still available. BTW, you don't own Madagascar, it's open. Same for Mozambique.

Would it be possible to add Madagascar to my list of controlled territory? I'm thinking it would be a great place for my Naval Academy (lol, Cadets with pet Lemurs).

done.

done.

Thanks.

Now I have a place for my Naval Academy. All that is left is to figure out where everything else goes.

BTW, have you chosen a capital yet?

As the lemur is my national animal, I must object to you domesticating them.

As the lemur is my national animal, I must object to you domesticating them.

Which species of Lemur? Or all Lemurs in general?

Why, the North American temperate zone snow lemur, of course! (actually I chose the lemur because I was watching a commercial for that animated movie Madagascar whaen I was creating my nation) :D

Got ya. Do you mind if some of the Naval cadets purchase Madagascan ring-tailed lemurs at local pet stores?

But I WILL claim Antarctica, Mozambique, and Madagascar.
Um... excuse me? I claimed Antarctica, Mozambique, and Madagascar...

Um... excuse me? I claimed Antarctica, Mozambique, and Madagascar...

Look at the map. Madagascar is under my control.

I screwed up, guys. Poland did claim Madagascar and Mozambique first, and now he's trying to trade them to 501st Legion. Sorry, SQ. I'm sure Legion will sell you Argentina and Chile, though. In fact, since it was my mistake, I would suggest that no one else bid on them.

I screwed up, guys. Poland did claim Madagascar and Mozambique first, and now he's trying to trade them to 501st Legion. Sorry, SQ. I'm sure Legion will sell you Argentina and Chile, though. In fact, since it was my mistake, I would suggest that no one else bid on them.

Understood. I'll just put my Naval Academy elsewhere.

BTW, have you chosen a capital yet?

Since Seaquest hasent posted his yet, I was going to do Sparta or Alexandria, but those countries are taken so my capital is St. Petersburg in Russia.

I was going to have a floating city as this is PMT. I was thinking of calling it New Atlantis. I'll take a look at the maps and see where I want it anchored.

How about in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle? :D

How about in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle? :D

Or I could have the original Atlantis there.

OK, got the maps updated.

bumpity-bump-bump

OOC: By the way, I noticed that the rest of South America, the rest of Africa, and the two small nations in the south of the Arabian Peninsula are white, and, as I'm assuming, free.

Therefore, I'd like to claim all of those nations. And 501st, lets say that I add those nations to my offer but subtract Brazil.

You haven't actually been reading the thread, have you? You assume wrong. All of the "blank" areas are places that currently belong to 501st Legion, and are lands that he is willing to sell. Also, because of a mistake I made earlier (you know the one where I accidentally gave Madagascar and Mozambique to SQ even though you had already claimed them), I'm hoping Legion will agree to give Argentina and Chile to SQ to make up for my error. If you want the rest, you'll have to present a bid to Legion.

I'm gonna have to politely decline Poland's offer, as I am not interested in territory in South America and central Africa.

I won't just give Chile and Argentina to SeaQuest; I'll give Bolivia, Paraguay, Uruguay, the Falklands, Ethiopia, Eritrea, Djibouti, Yemen, and Oman to him as well.

done. maps will be updated.

OOC: Blast! I forgot Somalia. I'm giving that to SeaQuest as well.

OOC: Blast! I forgot Somalia. I'm giving that to SeaQuest as well.


I got it.

April, 2110

From MBC News

For the first time since the outbreak of war, no new cases of ebola have been reported in the country. The pro-Scudder resistance has been driven out of Memphis, but still holds the city of Orlando. The reconstruction of the capital continues, and elections have been scheduled for June.

OOC: ... goddamnit... curse my inactiveness... this really does suck, but I suppose I'll deal with it, as it IS fair after all.

The Polish government inquires what WILL the 501st Legion accept for the European territory. Poland also announces that it will do all that it can to aqquire this European land, but reminds everyone, specifically the 501st Legion, that war, violence and threats are out of the question.

Maps updated, and I've added a map of all Earth NA on page 1.

From MBC News--

Election results in, Reform party routed.

Cape Town, June 2110

Elections for Senate and for President are now in, and it was a resounding victory for the Social Democrats. The new Senate will be split Social Democrats -- 360, New Democrats -- 170, Socialists -- 40, Reform -- 30. The Reform Party carried only Mississippi Province's 23 seats and 7 out of Florida Province's 68 seats. The New Senate Majority Leader is Alexander Stojanovich from Plymouth Province, while Minority Leader is Olympia Metaxis of Aroostook Province. Former Dakota Province Governor Barbara Svenson has been chosen as the nation's new President. President Svenson has promised to continue with rebuilding, repair Maineiacs' image abroad, and bring the Scudder loyalists that still hold Orlando to justice. Pres. Svenson has declared that although she will stand for re-election in 2112, she will step down no later than the election of 2116. Reconstruction of Maineiacs City is expected to be done by the first of the year. Until then, the government will continue to meet in Cape Town.

OOC: Sorry about the long absence. I was sicker than hell all week. North American wind patterns must have shifted. I think I caught the Ebola from the bio-warfare party in Maineiacs.

Welcome back, I could use some help driving the religious nuts out of Disney World. :sniper:

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OOC: You're just about to turn the odometer over to 1,000! Congrats! :D

Welcome back, I could use some help driving the religious nuts out of Disney World. :sniper:

Disney World was quiet this morning. It had been that way for a long time,ever since Rev. Scudder had taken over the government and people had gone fanatical with religion. Though Scudder was history, and most of the nation of Maineiacs was rebuilding, central Florida was still in the grip of the hardcore fundamentalists. When the zealots came to town, DW was no longer the happiest place on earth.

The "True Believers" had retreated from just about every defensive position they had taken. On the videotapes they incessently pushed out to the media, they made claims of superior fighting skill and spoke of the second coming, distorting even this phrase to fit their propaganda needs. In reality, the only reason they hadn't been captured is that they could run faster than the Maineiacs/WG Joint Task Force.

One thing they hadn't counted on was Operation Anvil. While the joint task force's ground assets pushed south through Georgia, Wasted Genius quietly moved an infantry division across the Gulf of Mexico to Tampa Bay. Resistance in Tampa was extremely light, with only a few zealots holding out long enough for the rest to escape town and head northeast. While they secretly hoped to escape the pennisula and move out for Africa, the leadership was having an extremely difficult time arranging a ship to take them there. As they waited, the religious fanatics panicked and dug in at Orlando.

Specifically, they took over Disney World. Interestingly, the large facility had one of the best defensive systems in the region. Apparently the stories of ol' Walt being a paranoid were true. Hundreds of miles of tunnels would make it easy to move troops and supplies and would make it difficult for attackers to root them out. Also, there were something like 10,000 security cameras on-site with exotic sensing capabilities including night vision and heat signature detection. To top it all off, the place was literally wired for sound and all of this could be monitored from centralized security stations.

So on this Monday morning, Disney World was quiet and the true believers met for their daily prayers.

Rev. Bobby Masters, the self appointed leader began what he and the rest of the insurgents expected to be a long-winded and rambling prayer:

"Our Father, show us thy mighty power and if it be thy will, deliver us from the unholy - WHATTHEF*CK?"

Rev. Bobby looked up in horror as a cruise missle streaked low overhead and slammed into the "Its a Small World Attraction." Within moments the Pirates of the Caribbean, Space Mountain and Cinderella's Castle were bits of tangled steel and fiberglass.

Operation Hammer had begun. Launched from the Carrier Strike Group Carl Visnon, the first wave of cruise missles was intended to drive the true believers into panic. The wave of UAV attack planes that followed dropped bunker-busting smartbombs on the radial centers where the many security tunnels met. Ol' Walt was paranoid, but he had a weakness for futuristic looking patterns and was easily swayed to use the hub-and-spoke configuration by his engineers. This of course made it easy for the Joint Task Force to cripple any resistance the zealots might put up.

When the Black Hawks carrying the Joint Task Force assault teams landed on Main Street, there were no sounds of gunfire. The "surrender flags" (underwear on a stick) came out first. Fortunately for them, white boxers were the prevailing style among fundamentalists these days.

Col. Farmer of the Joint Task Force took Rev. Bobby into custody in the Enchanted Tiki Room as Iago and Zazu watched quietly, their bills powerlessly agape.

The religious empire of Rev. Scudder had been crushed. The WGDF, working with Maineiacs had finally broken the organized wing of the insurgency. The WGDF began making plans to return to their bases, gladly leaving Disney World behind them.

OOC: OK, I'm not your show-tunes type, but I just had to:

(takes awhile to load because of the standard Disney bandwidth hogging)

http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/attractionDetail?id=TheEnchantedTikiRoomUnderNewManagementAttractionPage&bhcp=1

OOC: 1000 posts. Hmm, It says I'm a pimp. Does that mean I should start dressing like Huggy Bear? :D


IC: The Free Maineiacs Army (soon to be the Maineiacs Army), Had closed off all ways into and out of Orlando. They definitely didn't want any of the enemy sneaking out of town and taking up residence in the Everglades. They had the "True Believers" right where they wanted them. Troops had moved into the park and were using the old Grand Floridian Hotel as HQ. Now they moved out. As the regiment moved toward the Magic Kingdom, Wasted Genius lauched their assault. "Right on time." Col. Wilson, CO of the regiment charged with mopping up the last of the pro-Scudder forces thought to himself. The missles came in to various parts of the park. The regiment held back as they watched Cinderella's Castle and It's A Small World get destroyed -- no big loss. Col. Wilson did think it was a shame when his own artillery shelled the Epcot ball, however. Well, no matter. The resistance would be over after this. They could all go home soon. They had a nation to rebuild.

OOC: I love how the song kind of died at the end.

OOC: As a pimp, you're going to need this:

http://www.gizoogle.com/index.php?translate=false

I exspecially like the sites tag line (in the blue bar):

"Fo all you beotches who wanna find shiznit"

OOC: Just testing to see if my workaround for the NS/Jolt Forums glitch actually works around.

Word is, it'll be a day or two until they've got the bugs out.

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BTW, I accidentally held eletions a day early. As of today (Oct 12), the RP date is September 2110

Word is, it'll be a day or two until they've got the bugs out.

OOC: Eh, this next little RP describes my opinion of what was going on over at Jolt Forums about a month ago, when they decided to "upgrade the system." I realize the title of this post probably sounds a little odd, but I think somebody in the IT department of a certain Fortune 500 company will know what I'm talking about....

IC:

One month ago, a meeting was held in a data center conference room, far removed from headquarters of Wasted Jeans, Inc., which is the most popular brand of clothing in The Fractious Coalition of Wasted Genius.

"Gentlemen," began the Director, "I've just been surfing the web, and came across a new piece of shareware that will streamline incoming traffic on our web portal, thereby allowing us to accomodate more internet users without having to bump up the bandwidth subscription on our frame-relay circuit. We'll save an estimated $5 per day doing this and the software is free for the first 10,000 seats. I'd like to implement this on Tuesday, October 11th just before peak traffic so we can see how it works. Any questions?"

The purple-faced network manager opened his mouth to speak, then bit hard on the clenched knuckle of his right hand. Two things: First, his face had turned permanently purple about six months ago, after an unusual string of back-to-back meetings with the Director and the CIO. Second, the company's organizational development guru had advised him to never be the first one in a meeting to speak up, even if baited to do so.

"Did you say October 11th?", one of the network analysts asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. (The network analysts were invited to the meeting merely to fill out the room; they could say just about anything they wanted, confident that it would never have an impact on anything anywhere.)

"Yes, that gives us thirty days to plan, test and prepare," the Director said smugly, "You don't think that's enough time?"

The analyst secretly wished that instead of blurting out his last statement he had just bitten the clenched knuckle of his right hand. "Oh, no, no, that's not what I meant! I just wanted to make sure I put the right date in my PDA! See! I just set an alarm! It will e-mail me reminders every day, no matter where I am in the country!" And then added silently, "which I will instantly delete along with the other twenty reminders I set last week."

"Good, everyone should do the same. We'll call October 11th D-Day, as in 'De day we implement a cost savings plan at WJ, Inc.'" The Director slapped his knee and laughed at his own joke. "Get it? De Day we... aw, nevermind."

Just then a disembodied voice eminated from the speakerphone sitting in the center of the conference table. Bob, the network manager in Denver who oversaw the webserver farm had been quietly listening to the conversation, hoping to god that someone else would hit all of the important objections to this plan so he wouldn't have to.

"Er, I have a couple of questions," he began, "Does this software have a good track record? I mean, who publishes it? And also, what's our rollback strategy if the implementation goes bad?"

One would think that the Director would be frustrated by this blatant use of reason to thwart his plans, but he seemed unruffled:

With premeditated snottiness, he replied, "Well, if you had read the e-mail I attached to the invitation to this meeting, you would have seen that the software is endorsed by YBM and McRosoft. I had a teleconference with a couple of consultants who were very enthusiastic about the product and they said their implementation was seamless, simply seamless."

"As for the rollback plan, though I doubt we'll need it since you'll all have done your homework by then, we'll run a full backup the night before. If we get in trouble we'll just restore our software to its previous state. No data will be touched, so it should go quick and easy."

Upon delivering this thorough smackdown, the Director was ready to turn the network manager from Denver to his own benefit, in the same way Satan uses a possessed soul to do his bidding. He continued:

"So Bob, since you're kind of behind the curve on this one, is there anything else I can do give you a little more clarity with the plan?"

The network manager from Denver had his speakerphone on mute, because he was trashing his office in a blind rage.

"Bob, are you there?"

There was a click, then Bob spoke, "Oh, sorry about that. Someone was making noise in the background so I had my mute on. Anyway, there is one more thing. About this 'free' licensing and the 10,000 seat limit, could that give us any trouble?"

Now the Director was stuck. He knew this was the weak point of the whole idea, but he couldn't admit that he had avoided getting any kind of clear description of what would happen if the system exceeded 10,000 simultaneous connections. He thought quickly and then said:

"That will be your part of the follow up research, Bob. I'm the Director, I can't be expected to spoon feed everything to you now, can I?" And then he made a mental note to dump work on Bob so there wasn't a chance in hell he'd be able to get to the follow-up research.

Sensing he had completely vanquished his enemies, I mean, employees, the Director concluded by saying "OK, so we all agree, October 11th, 7AM GMT," and then added with an ominous tone, "I've already committed to this with the CIO, so we won't be pushing the deadline back for any reason. Since this is high profile, NO SCREW UPS!"

As the attendees filed out of the meeting room, Roger, aka "The Lone Help Desk Tech", motioned to Eric, a network analyst, to duck outside for a cigarette break. Once outside Roger said, "Whaddya thinks going to happen on October 11th?"

Eric snorted smoke out of his nose, which sent him into a coughing fit. Once he regained a sort of composure, he said while laughing, "Same ol', same ol' - Total Meltdown."

The two gave each other high-fives and turned to walk toward the building. "What a moron that Director is," Roger said, laughing and shaking his head as he swiped his security card through the reader.

Thoughts run through the twisted mind of Wasted Genius:

OK this is supreme temptation. All of Earth NA lays at my fingertips. No other country has been online for a couple of days, probably due to the fact that the Forums link is still down. I like to think of myself as a fair, sportsmanlike guy. But this, oh this. I'll bet I could even godmode and get away with it. Hmm. How long can I hold out?

*drums fingers on the desk*

Thoughts run through the twisted mind of Wasted Genius:

OK this is supreme temptation. All of Earth NA lays at my fingertips. No other country has been online for a couple of days, probably due to the fact that the Forums link is still down. I like to think of myself as a fair, sportsmanlike guy. But this, oh this. I'll bet I could even godmode and get away with it. Hmm. How long can I hold out? *drums fingers on the desk*

Best leave my territories alone. Otherwise, I'll use my sub fleet on you.

Best leave my territories alone. Otherwise, I'll use my sub fleet on you.

Huh? Wha? Who, me? :eek:

I was just thinking out loud... :D

Huh? Wha? Who, me? :eek:

I was just thinking out loud... :D

Well, make sure that it never reaches the next stage.

Well, make sure that it never reaches the next stage.

Trussssst me, *shifty eyes* it won't.

Trussssst me, *shifty eyes* it won't.

*Starts to input Nuclear launch codes.*

Remember thou always: the God-Emperor of Earth NA knoweth all, seeth all.:mad:

Remember thou always: the God-Emperor of Earth NA knoweth all, seeth all.:mad:

*Aborts launch sequence*

I'm not saying you can't launch a pre-emptive nuke strike; just that you're unlikely to get away with it without RP consequences. Hey, you guys want a war, go for it. *gets bag of popcorn and settles in to watch the carnage*;)

Well, lets see how his navy stands up against my navy, with conventional weapons.

Sweet i wanted to watch a battle havent seen one in ages. Pass the popcorn Maineiacs. Don't worry I'll bring the drinks. Whats everyone want? *Starts inputing launch codes for spy drones to watch battle right on the front lines and inputs coordinates for sattelite* Hows about a little spot right on the 50 yard line? ;)

Maineiacs milltary strength as of October 2110

Active troop strength 620,000 (150,000 combat troops, 470,000 support ant logistics)
Reserve troops 40,000
200 "Ariel" MBTs
3000 TOW artillery
The "Ariel" MBT




specs: Armament: 1- 120mm 44 caliber smooth bore gun
1 - 7.62mm AA MG
1- 7.62mm coaxial MG
Engine: turbocharged, V-12, MTCA hydrogen fuel cell,
1200 hp,automatic transmission
Speed: 40 mph
Range: 310 miles
Crew: 4
Weight: 59 tons

infantry armed with M-35 rifles, based on the design of the earlier M-16, but with longer range and accuracy; faster reload

Airforce:
75 "Typhoon" fighter-bombers
http://img140.imageshack.us/img140/8229/fmira50p02l4eu.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

Type: multi-role warplane (fighter, fighter-bomber, reconnaissance aircraft and trainer
Max Speed: 2350km/h / 1,460 mph
Max Range: 425 miles
Dimensions: span 8.22 m (26 ft 11. 6 in)
length 15.56 m (51 ft 0.6 in)
height 4.50 m (14 ft 9 in)
Weight: empty 7150 kg (15, 763 Ib); maximum take-off 13700 kg (30,203 Ib)
Powerplant: one7200-kg (15,873-lb) afterburning thrust SNECMA Atar 9K-50 turbojet
Armament: two 30-mm DEFA 552A cannon with 125 rounds per gun, and (with Agave radar) Magic or (Cyrano radar) R.530 AAMs and various attack loads including 454-kg (1,000-Ib) bombs, AS.30 or AS.30L missiles, rocket-launcher pods and combined tank/launchers, and many other stores
30 "hairclog" radar jamming craft
60 fuel tankers
30 "Apache II" combat/ reconnaisance helicopters

Navy:
20 Sealion nuclear submarines (specs simialr to RL subs)
10 frigates
15 destroyers
1 carrier

Note that these figures reflect troop strength after the Scudder coup and his overthrow plus the damage done by the Scudder-501st Legion War. Maineiacs Millitary command has announced a recruitment drive and has requisitioned the Senate for funds to rebuild hardware. Pre-Scudder figures were about triple present levels.

OOC: there's an excellent thread on how to conduct RP wars located here on the International Incidents board.

Well, lets see how his navy stands up against my navy, with conventional weapons.

OOC: The following commentary is intentional provocation. Enjoy.

IC:

Jeesiz. The assumptions are just running rampant. Let me clear up a couple of things.

A. Post #936 - Thinking about godmoding or invading your neighbors who appear to have gone into hibernation is not the same as actually doing it. It could be that WG was truly ruminating about a moral dilemma it was facing at the moment. (Yeah, right - but always a possibility.) Or maybe it was a tactic of WG who was trying to smoke out the truly hibernating (and therefore most vulnerable) from the quietly vigilant. Worst-case scenario is that I was trolling out of sheer boredom, or that I would rather chew my own arm off than type " - bump - " on a post.

B. SeaQuest - Dude. Paranoia is so 80's. Nobody mentioned any targets specifically. Quite frankly, I see your territory as GUD. I do like your military though. Very creative.

C. OK who said WG had only conventional weapons? We're Nukes-A-Plenty over here. And we've got all the fixins to make as many more as we need. Big ones, littles ones, clean ones and dirty ones. ICBMs in silos, on trucks, railcars, subs and boats; warheads in planes, trains and automobiles. H-bombs that fit in suitcases and baby carriages. Enough stuff to cook everything on Earth NA at 3200 degrees for two weeks. BTW, thats the temp/duration it would take to boil off all of the oceans and roast the topsoil to 18 feet - not a lot of recovery potential there.

We prefer to use our menage-a-WMD as a last resort for hotheaded, spiteful retaliation and we probably wouldn't send out a courtesy memo if it came to that. For diplomatic and international political mischief we rely on NLME - Non-Lethal Military Equipment - the "green" alternative to carnage.

D. SeaQuest - Are you saying your sub fleet is invincible to conventional weapons?

Sweet i wanted to watch a battle havent seen one in ages. Pass the popcorn Maineiacs. Don't worry I'll bring the drinks. Whats everyone want? *Starts inputing launch codes for spy drones to watch battle right on the front lines and inputs coordinates for sattelite* Hows about a little spot right on the 50 yard line? ;)

Eh, I don't fight wars because "X pissed me off" or "Ooh, X called me a sissy - I'll show him!!!" In my mind there's really only one reason to start a war: To take somebody's stuff if - A) you want it. B) They won't sell it to you at market price.

Besides, this looks like another one of those "I D3CLAR3 WAR ON U1111" kinds of battles. I sink a sub, he nukes every square inch of my territory. Sounds like fun to me...*yawn*.

Behave, children. ;) :D

Still, RP some sort of incident might be fun.

Eh, I don't fight wars because "X pissed me off" or "Ooh, X called me a sissy - I'll show him!!!" In my mind there's really only one reason to start a war: To take somebody's stuff if - A) you want it. B) They won't sell it to you at market price.

Besides, this looks like another one of those "I D3CLAR3 WAR ON U1111" kinds of battles. I sink a sub, he nukes every square inch of my territory. Sounds like fun to me...*yawn*.

LOL Oh that is entertaining. That made me laugh pretty hard. good one.

Behave, children. ;) :D

Still, RP some sort of incident might be fun.

Behave? Where's the fun in that? But you're right - some kind of incident would be good.

WG is getting restless, but doesn't want to relive the nuclear endgame over and over again. Maybe some nation out there would like to engage in a war RP that doesn't involve pulling out the nukes until a little later in the process.

WG's perspective is that using nukes to threaten total annihilation are basically godmods.

Specifically, WG is open to war RP with a limited no-nukes agreement, the limitation being that nukes can be used, but in the following ways:

1. Tactical nukes for tactical targets - using a low-yield weapon to take out a hardened target where conventional weapons are ineffective.

2. Last resort - Nation "A" has exhausted its military and has the following weapons left: A humvee, a pistol and a 30 megaton ICBM.

3. Response in-kind to other WMDs - Sometimes it just seems like the right thing to do to nuke the nation that just wiped out half of your population with VX.

4. RP develops a situation where nukes lose godmode quality - Say the world in general has established ABMs (anti-ballistic missiles) or Star Wars Defenses (the Reagan kind, not the Obi-Wan kind) that could make the outcome of a nuclear attack less predictable.

OK, Martin Luther nailed his list of 95 theses to the door. WG could only come up with 4. That leaves 91 for others to fill in.

LOL Oh that is entertaining. That made me laugh pretty hard. good one.


Yeah, I'm not sure if I was talking about Earth NA or my political views in general.

Behave? Where's the fun in that? But you're right - some kind of incident would be good.

WG is getting restless, but doesn't want to relive the nuclear endgame over and over again. Maybe some nation out there would like to engage in a war RP that doesn't involve pulling out the nukes until a little later in the process.

WG's perspective is that using nukes to threaten total annihilation are basically godmods.

Specifically, WG is open to war RP with a limited no-nukes agreement, the limitation being that nukes can be used, but in the following ways:

1. Tactical nukes for tactical targets - using a low-yield weapon to take out a hardened target where conventional weapons are ineffective.

2. Last resort - Nation "A" has exhausted its military and has the following weapons left: A humvee, a pistol and a 30 megaton ICBM.

3. Response in-kind to other WMDs - Sometimes it just seems like the right thing to do to nuke the nation that just wiped out half of your population with VX.

4. RP develops a situation where nukes lose godmode quality - Say the world in general has established ABMs (anti-ballistic missiles) or Star Wars Defenses (the Reagan kind, not the Obi-Wan kind) that could make the outcome of a nuclear attack less predictable.

OK, Martin Luther nailed his list of 95 theses to the door. WG could only come up with 4. That leaves 91 for others to fill in.


Thanks, you've given me an idea.

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B. SeaQuest - Dude. Paranoia is so 80's. Nobody mentioned any targets specifically. Quite frankly, I see your territory as GUD. I do like your military though. Very creative.
D. SeaQuest - Are you saying your sub fleet is invincible to conventional weapons?

In response.

1. Any subfleet is by its very nature, very hard to detect. You can't shoot what you can't see. Plus, you only know what my subs look like, you know nothing about what they can do.

2. Perhaps we can call it "International War Games".

3. That's only my Navy. I still am working on my Air Force.

Cape Town, November 2110

"General, are you honestly telling me this thing could work?"
"Yes, Madam President. I have here 5 years of research done by our own people and MSA on the feasibilty of the project."
"Didn't the United States try something like this more than a century ago? If I recall, it was an unmitigated failure that wasted enormous amounts of money."
"Yes, ma'am they did. And you're right in saying it failed. But there were two main problems back then. 1) it was poorly run and 2) the technology wasn't there. Now, we believe it is."
"Very well, General. I'll have my science advisor look at this, and if he says it checks out, I'll put it before the Senate at the State of the Union. If this is for real, it's too bad we didn't have it before the war with the Legion."

Deep in SeaQuestian territory, at a remote facility, a new plane is rolled out of a hanger. It taxies to the start of a nearby runway and signals readiness for take-off.

"General, the X-135 is ready for its test flight."

The General nods and the control tower sends permission for the plane to take-off.

The black-on-black plane begins rumbling down the runway and soars into the air as it reaches the end.

The Emperor steps on his newly rebuilt Bismarck Class SBB.
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"AAAAhhhhhh, the human resources did well in building her."

"Emperor would you like to do the honors?"

"Thank you Captain"

<On Intercom> "Today is a great day comrades, the Germans thought bigger was better and well lets just say the new Bismarck class will show the Germans how big a battleship should be. Lets take her for a spin comrades, ALL AHEAD 1/2."

"Aye Emperor."

"Let this be the day that the Spartan Empire shows the world what happens when a country does not use empty nuclear threats against someone but shear power and might to bring forth the dawn of true warfare. Man vs Man, pure guts and instinct. None of this well I will just nuke you, anyone like that we spit on. Brought forth from the depths of hell it is time to show the world true power."

This just got a hell of a lot more interesting.


Looks like I'll need some goobers and a coke along with the popcorn...

The black-on-black stealth plane circled around the air base it had taken off from several times before it had reached an altitude where it could break the sound barrier without the sonic boom affecting the people on the ground.

Like I said awhile back, the WG Military is proportional to US military circa 2005 to 2020. My NS nation has doubled in size since then, so I stretch the numbers upwards a little bit, but not a lot.

I use this link as my source of US military stats, facts and figures:

http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/agency/index.html

So, WGDF is pretty much whatever they say, shifted toward the future tech (2010 - 2020).

Also, Rev. Scudder nuked me a few pages ago and fried Los Angeles and Boise. I'm counting about 35 million civilians dead, but fortunately for me, there's not much going on around there militarily speaking. I will reduce my forces by 10% to account for it.

Here's some basic WG navy stats:

11 Carrier Strike Groups typically consisting of:

1 Aircraft carrier* (CVN 21, CVNX)
1 Guided Missle Cruiser (CG 21)
2 Destroyers (DD 21)
1 Attack Submarine (NSSN, SSN-FAS) Virginia class
1 Combat Support Ship (AOE-1)

*CVNs carry UAVs, RPVs, NLME

35 Fast Attack Subs (SSN and NSSN) Seawolf and Virginia class
10 Ballistic Missile Subs (SSGN) Converted Ohio class

155 UUVs (Underwater Unmanned Vehicles) Surveillance/Light Attack (3 per SSN, 5 per SSGN.

Other logistics, command, amphibious, minesweeping ships as needed.

WG Air Force stats tomorrow.

In response.

1. Any subfleet is by its very nature, very hard to detect. You can't shoot what you can't see. Plus, you only know what my subs look like, you know nothing about what they can do.

2. Perhaps we can call it "International War Games".

3. That's only my Navy. I still am working on my Air Force.


A. I agree. I agree. I agree.

B. I'd rather call it International War Lite - no nukes until after the THIRD post. j/k.

C. Still, it inspired me. Who knows how my trailing edge technology will stack up against it.

Favorite n00bspeak post ever - Beautiful Yalaluxurios, post 498, this thread:

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lol, thats a great post. I will post my navy and land forces stats in the near future but for right now i will leave you guessing wit the new ship. Nukes are only used when we get invaded from another planet aand those alien butt munchers need to turn a new shade of green.

I'll post more detail on my forces as soon as I figure it all out.

Three B-2 stealth bombers rumble down the runway at the classified SeaQuestian air base. They were fresh off the assembly lines and were about to undergo a live fire exercise.

They pulled into the sky where their black airframes could be seen clearly against the blue of the noon sky. Their engines flared as the after burners kicked in.

I'll post more detail on my forces as soon as I figure it all out.

As will I.

It's been a long time since I put up stats for my military, so here's a generalized outline, accounting for recruitment and manufacturing since the last inventory and losses suffered during the war with Maineiacs. Some new ship classes have been added to the fleet; I'll put up the details for them later.


The 501st Legion Armed Forces

Army

3,200,000 Infantry
2,400,000 Logistics
1,600,000 Airborne
1,600,000 Heavy infantry
1,600,000 Mechanised infantry
800,000 Military police
400,000 Combat engineers
400,000 Medical
200,000 Honour guard

80,000 Mil Mi-24P Hind-Fs
40,000 Mil Mi-28N Havocs
80,000 Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawks
40,000 Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallions

80,000 M777 howitzers
40,000 M109A6 Paladin self-propelled howitzers

1,600,000 T-72 MBTs
800,000 T-80 MBTs
400,000 T-90 MBTs
400,000 M2A3 Bradley IFVs
200,000 Humvees (some modified for engineering and ambulance use)

Air Force

320,000 Lockheed F-16C/D Fighting Falcons (240,000 F-16Cs; 80,000 F-16Ds)
160,000 Sukhoi Su-27 Flankers
80,000 Sukhoi Su-37 Super Flankers
160,000 Rockwell B-1B Lancers
80,000 Tupolev Tu-22M Backfires
40,000 Tupolev Tu-160 Blackjacks
80,000 General Dynamics F-111F Aardvarks
40,000 General Dynamics EF-111A Ravens
16,000 Lockheed F-35A Joint Strike Fighters (CTOL variant)
8,000 Lockheed F/A-22 Raptors
8,000 Lockheed F-117 Nighthawks
4,000 Northrop B-2 Spirits
16,000 Lockheed C-130 Hercules
8,000 Boeing C-17 Globemaster IIIs
4,000 Lockheed C-5 Galaxies
4,000 Boeing E-3 Sentries
4,000 Boeing KC-135 Stratotankers
2,000 McDonnell Douglas KC-10 Extenders
2,000 Lockheed AC-130U Spookys
400 Lockheed U-2s

Navy

128,000 Boeing F/A-18E/F Super Hornets (96,000 F/A-18Es; 32,000 F/A-18Fs)
64,000 Grumman F-14D Tomcats
64,000 Grumman A-6E Intruders
32,000 Grumman EA-6B Prowlers
16,000 Boeing AV-8B+ Harrier II Pluses
8,000 Lockheed F-35B Joint Strike Fighters (V/STOL variant)
8,000 Lockheed S-3B Vikings
4,000 Lockheed P-3C Orions
4,000 Grumman E-2C Hawkeyes
16,000 Sikorsky SH-60 Sea Hawks
8,000 Sikorsky CH-53E Super Stallions
4,000 Bell V-22 Ospreys

1,600 Auxiliary ships (all types)
1,600 Akula-class attack submarines
800 Oscar II-class guided missile submarines
400 Typhoon-class ballistic missile submarines
200 Vosulgov-class ballistic missile submarines
800 Spruance-class destroyers
400 Arleigh Burke-class guided missile destroyers
200 Kuraokami-class guided missile destroyers
800 Oliver Hazard Perry-class frigates
400 Ticonderoga-class guided missile cruisers
200 Aegis-class guided missile cruisers
200 Kirov-class battlecruisers
100 Iowa-class battleships
50 Nimitz-class aircraft carriers
25 Takemikazuchi-class aircraft carriers
100 Tarawa-class amphibious assault ships
50 Wasp-class amphibious assault ships

Marines

800,000 Special ops commandos
400,000 Anti-tank soldiers
400,000 Mortar soldiers
400,000 Anti-aircraft soldiers

80,000 Humvees
40,000 M2A3 Bradley IFVs


Equipment

Small Arms

Combat knife [standard]
Katana and wakizashi [honour guard only]
Heckler und Koch USP .45 Tactical [standard]
Fabrique Nationale Five-seveN [military police and special ops only]
IMI Desert Eagle .50 Action Express [heavy infantry and honour guard only]
Benelli M3 Super 90 [standard]
Benelli M4 Super 90 [military police and special ops only]
Pancor Jackhammer [heavy infantry and honour guard only]
Heckler und Koch UMP45 [standard]
Fabrique Nationale P90 [military police and special ops only]
SIG-Sauer SG550 [standard]
SIG-Sauer SG552 [special ops only]
Heckler und Koch G3SG/1 [military police, heavy infantry, and honour guard only]
Steyr Scout [standard]
Accuracy International Arctic Warfare Magnum [military police, heavy infantry, special ops, and honour guard only]
Fabrique Nationale M249 SAW
RPG-7 rocket-propelled grenade launcher
M72 LAW
M243 grenade launcher
FIM-92 Stinger

Personal Armour

Powered Combat Vest (PCV)

Aircraft-Mounted Weapons

M61A2 Vulcan
GAU-12 Equalizer
Gryazev-Shipunov GSh-30-2
CBU-99 cluster bomb
GBU-10 Paveway II 2000 lb laser-guided bomb
GBU-12 Paveway II 500 lb laser-guided bomb
GBU-16 Paveway II 1000 lb laser-guided bomb
Mark 82 500 lb dumb bomb
Mark 83 1000 lb dumb bomb
Mark 84 2000 lb dumb bomb
BLU-82 Daisy Cutter
GBU-43/B MOAB
AGM-65 Maverick
AGM-84D Harpoon
AGM-84E SLAM
AGM-88 HARM
AGM-114 Hellfire
Vympel R-33 (AA-9 Amos)
Vympel R-73 (AA-11 Alamo)
Vympel R-77 (AA-12 Adder)
Novator KS-172 AAM-L


WMDs/WMD Factories/Bunkers

CLASSIFIED

Losses? I got one ship. Boo-hoo. You, on the other hand, took out 2/3 of my foces, and ALL my nukes while still in the silos, and that was only because you held your punches. :D ;)

Losses? I got one ship. Boo-hoo. You, on the other hand, took out 2/3 of my foces, and ALL my nukes while still in the silos, and that was only because you held your punches. :D ;)
One Nimitz-class aircraft carrier...with 3,000 hands and approximately one-half of its aircraft complement still on board. I also lost 3,000 regular infantry, 907 heavy infantry, and 300 special ops commandos. My recruitment drive more than made up for that, however.

Still processing information on new ship classes...info will be arriving soon.

Nukes? Nukes are antiques. Modern SeaQuestian W.M.D.'s are much more effective and highly non-destructive.

OOC: All of these vessels are based on ships from the anime Mobile Suit Gundam SEED. Some data was modified from that given in the show, while others had to be completely fabricated; as such, they are not faithful reproductions of the craft featured in the anime.


IC:

Technical data for: Vosulgov-class submarine (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/9/99/Vosgulov_class_submarine_%28Gundam%29.jpg/350px-Vosgulov_class_submarine_%28Gundam%29.jpg)
Type: Ballistic missile submarine
Length: 270 m
Beam: 50 m
Primary propulsion: Two nuclear fusion reactors; four shafts
Secondary propulsion: Magnetohydrodynamic drive ("caterpillar drive")
Displacement: 34,800 tons surfaced, 50,700 tons submerged
Speed: 12 knots surfaced, 27 knots submerged
Crew: 200 (30 officers, 170 enlisted)
Armament: 12 torpedo tubes armed with Mark 48 torpedoes, 24 tubes armed with Trident II ICBMS
Maximum depth: 400 m

Technical data for: Kuraokami-class destroyer (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/ce/Kuraokami.jpg/300px-Kuraokami.jpg)
Type: Guided missile destroyer
Length: 150 m
Beam: 20 m
Propulsion: One nuclear fusion reactor; two shafts
Displacement: 9,200 tons
Speed: 30 knots
Aircraft: Two SH-60 Sea Hawks
Crew: 325 (25 officers, 300 enlisted)
Armament: Two 5"/62 caliber Mk 45 Mod 4 lightweight guns, four 20mm Phalanx CIWS, four RIM-162 ESSM launchers, six Tomahawk missile launchers

Technical data for: Aegis-class cruiser (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1f/Aegis_class_cruiser_%28Gundam%29.jpg)
Type: Guided missile cruiser
Length: 200 m
Beam: 35 m
Propulsion: One nuclear fusion reactor; three shafts
Displacement: 10,800 tons
Speed: 35 knots
Aircraft: Two SH-60 Sea Hawks
Crew: 390 (20 officers, 370 enlisted)
Armament: Two 5"/62 caliber Mk 45 Mod 4 lightweight guns, three 20mm Phalanx CIWS, 21 RIM-162 ESSM launchers, 18 Tomahawk missile launchers

Technical data for: Takemikazuchi-class aircraft carrier (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/5e/Takemikazuchi_%28Gundam%29.jpg/300px-Takemikazuchi_%28Gundam%29.jpg)
Type: Aircraft carrier
Length: 370 m
Beam: 185 m
Propulsion: Two nuclear fusion reactors; four shafts
Speed: 31.5 knots
Aircraft: 85 total (includes F/A-18E/F Super Hornet, EA-6B Prowler, E-2 Hawkeye, SH-60 Sea Hawk, and S-3 Viking)
Crew: 3,200 ship's company; 2,500 air wing
Armament: Six 20mm Phalanx CIWS, six RIM-162 ESSM launchers, six RIM-116 RAM launchers

OK, I just realized I know nothing about millitary hardware.

OK, I just realized I know nothing about millitary hardware.


OOC: Same here. Thats why its taking me so long to put together an air force.




IC: General Ka Dracos is on the phone with the national arms manufacturing vendor. He has been tasked with putting together an inventory and shopping list for air force hardware:

"Lets see, I'll have 1,000 of those B-2 bombers and coat them with that stealthy stuff. No not the black stuff, the grey stuff. Gotta be able to tell ours from theirs."

"OK - fighters, hmm. God theres a lot of choices here. Aw to hell with it. Raptors are always good. Yeah, 2,500 of those. Top me off with the Joint Strike Fighters. Yeah, that's it, the V/STOL ones. We'll sell the Harriers at our annual garage sale."

"Ospreys? Aren't those coming out of the Marines budget? Hold off on those for now."

"What beats a B-52? B-1 you say??? I saw one of those at an airshow and they were literally mopping the leaking hydraulic fluid into buckets. No, no - I'll take the B-52s. We'll stick UAV packages in them so they can fly on the deck."

"OK, lets finish this off. I need C-5s, JSTARS surveillance planes and a boatload of cruise missles. Bombs and bullets, lots of bombs and bullets. Oh, I almost forgot the A-10s. I'll need swarms of those bad boys."

"Yep, wrap 'em up and overnight them to my airbases. What's that? I won a free vacation and a set of golf clubs? Cool."

January, 2111

From MBC News--

Maineiacs City Open For Business

The rebuilding of our capital has been completed, and government offices have reopened. Pres. Svenson has taken up residence in the Presidential Mansion, and the Senate is back in session in Legislative Hall. The President says the next order of business is to reopen embassies and trade. To that end, she has extended offers of diplomatic recognition to SeaQuest and the Spartan Alliance.

OOC: ... goddamnit... curse my inactiveness... this really does suck, but I suppose I'll deal with it, as it IS fair after all.

The Polish government inquires what WILL the 501st Legion accept for the European territory. Poland also announces that it will do all that it can to aqquire this European land, but reminds everyone, specifically the 501st Legion, that war, violence and threats are out of the question.
OOC: ^^ Uhm... yeah. 501st, can you respond? Thankies. ^^

<bump>

another <bump>

Give me a B!
Give me a U!
Give me an M!
Give me a P!
What does that spell?
BUMP! BUMP! YEA BUMP!

(This is what happens when I'm bored)

OK, so its a little quiet on Earth NA these days. So here's a synopsis of whats been happening in Wasted Genius:

Politics - After years of running under a loosely defined military junta, Wasted Genius established a new parliament and prime minister. Both are figureheads, because all issues are decided by popular vote over the internet. How do we know these polls aren't rigged, you might ask? We don't, but there hasn't seemed to be as much corruption as with the old system yet. The Prime Minister's name is Edward Chambers.

Military - Manned combat forces have been completely dispensed with, or so the public story goes. Gen. Dracos is now a real estate agent in San Diego. WG has switched to a mostly missle dependant defense system. A guesstimate is that there are hundreds of thousands of missiles hidden all over the country. Its a numbers and distribution strategy. Sizes of missles range from a little bigger than a bottle rocket to 30 megaton MIRVs\ICBMs. Any other military assets left are involved in data gathering and target identification and are mostly unmanned.

Globally beneficial aspects - Agricultural and manufactured trade goods. We'll trade anything with anyone, anytime.

Not so globally beneficial aspects - A shadow government is still lurking around and nobody really knows how much control they have over everything. Also, some of its members live in foreign countries but their sphere of influence is only WG at this time. Still, WG's intelligence agency maintains a web of spies throughout the world who are trying to find out who are the members of the shadow government. Or maybe they are part of it. Who knows...

Geography -Los Angeles and Boise were nuked awhile ago. Over the following years the radioactive leftovers were scooped into big holes in the ground by unmanned bulldozers and capped with concrete. Both areas have been rebuilt but are much smaller in population and size. Most of WGs cities took a lesson from the nuking of LA and Boise and built deep, large and very hardened bunkers to protect at least a portion of their populations.

African Lands - WG's African Lands seceded from the country after a terrorist attack made it less attractive to be associated with a western nation. As a part of the terms of succession, the countries agreed to maintain diplomatic ties and remain political and military allies. However, the actions of one nation do not indicate the beliefs of the other.

President Svenson congratulates PM Chambers and hails the election as "a welcome return to democracy in North America." She also would like to inquire of Wasted Genius if they would be interested in A few thousand MT of fish.

Stuff that's been going on in the Über-Kawaii Otaku Republic of the 501st Legion:

Politics - Nothing noteworthy, other than a nearly-total reshuffling of the presidential cabinet, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the leaders of the House of Representatives and the Senate.

President: Shinji L. Ayanami
Vice President: Takato H. Makino
Secretary of State: Rei L. Ikari
Secretary of the Treasury: Cassandra Fraiser
Secretary of Defence: Rika L. Matsuki
Secretary of Justice: Sheena Irving
Secretary of the Interior: Talia Dullindal
Secretary of Agriculture: Kanami Torisuna
Secretary of Commerce: Ayase Torisuna
Secretary of Labour: Carolyn Landry
Secretary of Health and Human Services: Jacqueline Carter
Secretary of Housing and Urban Development: Colette Fujibayashi
Secretary of Transportation: Asuka Loussier
Secretary of Energy: Katherine Littlefield
Secretary of Education: Alexandra Mossman
Secretary of Veterans Affairs: Camrine Tachibana
Chairwoman of the Joint Chiefs: General Misato Akagi, 501st Legion Marine Corps
Secretary of the Army: Shoka Kigetsuki
Secretary of the Air Force: Chuka Kigetsuki
Secretary of the Navy: Banka Kigetsuki
Army Chief of Staff: General Kyoko Langley
Air Force Chief of Staff: General Yui Ayanami
Chief of Naval Operations: Admiral Ritsuko Katsuragi
Commandant of the Marine Corps: General Naoko Katsuragi

President Pro Tempore: Shinn L. Soryu
Senate Majority Leader: Shani Neider
Senate Minority Leader: Auel Andras
Speaker of the House: Lacus Campbell
House Majority Leader: Ezalia Elsman
House Majorit Whip: Yzak Elsman
House Minority Leader: Mia Clyne
House Minority Whip: Patrick Clyne

Chief Justice of the 501st Legion Supreme Court: Elizabeth Mustang
Associate Justices of the 501st Legion Supreme Court: Francis Hughes, Maes Archer, Gracia Archer, Alexander Ross, Maria Armstrong, Jonathan Havoc, Winry Thomas, Rudolf Eckart

Military: Nothing much here. Railguns, anti-ballistic missile defences, weapons from Half-Life and Half-Life 2, better combat armour, and, of course, Project Eva and the G-Project are all we're working on right now. Recruitment has gone down, and the manufacturing drive is beginning to wind down as well.

Globally beneficial aspects: Military hardware, agricultural products, and anime merchandise. Like WG, we'll trade with anyone, anytime.

Not so globally beneficial aspects: None.

Geography: The Manila Airport was hit by a dirty bomb a long time ago; decontamination is now complete, and the airport is back in business.


By the way, we've already gone past 1 billion citizens.

SeaQuestian forces continue to enforce the current isolationist policy. Meanwhile, our scientists are hard at work on several projects in facilities deep in SeaQuestian territories.

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From MBC News:

Maineiacs City, January 2112--

ELECTION DRAWS NEAR

This is an election year, and the major parties have chosen their candidates. They are:

Pres. Barbara Svenson, Social Democrat (Dakota): President Svenson is running for re-election, wishes to continue to rebuild Maineiacs' image abroad, and stay the course domestically, including restarting the space program

Sen. Hunter Reese, New Democrat (Potomac): Wants to increase trade, cut soending, and create jobs.

Sen. Juanita Fuentes, Socialist (Plymouth): Wants to cut millitary spending, increase education spending, and nationalize agriculture.

Sen. James Carsten, Reform Party (Florida): Isolationist foreign policy, pragmatic conservative domestically.

Early polls show Pres. Svenson at 62%

*poof*
Bump.
*poof*

President Svenson congratulates PM Chambers and hails the election as "a welcome return to democracy in North America." She also would like to inquire of Wasted Genius if they would be interested in A few thousand MT of fish.

Wasted Genius would be happy to buy fish. After the last nuclear war all of ours have three eyes and fins that look alarming like arms and legs. Doesn't make much of a table presentation. Our Alaska king crabs are still OK though. Could we interest you in trade?

An open letter to the people of Wasted Genius and Earth NA


Wasted Genius announces that its currency has been changed from the Fractal to the Quatloo. However, in an attempt to subtly screw our own citizens and make them work harder for the same things, the current exchange rate of the Quatloo will not be tied to the NationStates Calculator value for the Fractal.

Wasted Genius could acheive the same effect by logging a huge trade deficit and paying for the goods with cheap Fractals, then offsetting the economic impact of this by selling containership-loads of government securities to our trading partners, but we've chosen to cut out the middle man and devalue our domestic currency 5 to 1.

What this means for holders of Fractals is that they must be redeemed for Quatloos within 30 days. For every 1 Fractal you submit to your financial institution, you will receive 5 Quatloos in return. Expect inflation, as that is our intention.

We understand that citizens of Wasted Genius may find this news unsettling in the short term. But we are asking for your trust and confidence in this matter. Like we said, we could have acheived the same end (WG citizens working harder) but it would have taken longer and caused us more accounting headaches.

We project that everything will return to normal after the ensuing economic depression. And we would like to urge the citizens of Wasted Genius to continue consuming at your current levels, if you can squeeze in an extra 10 to 15 hours of overtime each week.

Finally, we don't feel that we should take the blame for this whole issue. Look around you. Thats right, pick up any item near you. Where it was made? We'll bet it won't say "Made in Wasted Genius" anywhere on it. So people of WG, its your own fault. Your voracious appetite for cheap DVD players, iPods and 7 megapixel digital cameras has done you in. Our only role in this problem is to tell you, the people of Wasted Genius, that "the jig is up" and its time to pay your bill.

Sincerely,

The Parliament of Wasted Genius

From MBC News:

Maineiacs City, January 2112--

ELECTION DRAWS NEAR

This is an election year, and the major parties have chosen their candidates. They are:

Pres. Barbara Svenson, Social Democrat (Dakota): President Svenson is running for re-election, wishes to continue to rebuild Maineiacs' image abroad, and stay the course domestically, including restarting the space program

Sen. Hunter Reese, New Democrat (Potomac): Wants to increase trade, cut soending, and create jobs.

Sen. Juanita Fuentes, Socialist (Plymouth): Wants to cut millitary spending, increase education spending, and nationalize agriculture.

Sen. James Carsten, Reform Party (Florida): Isolationist foreign policy, pragmatic conservative domestically.

Early polls show Pres. Svenson at 62%


WG would like to write in Rene Levesque.

Wasted Genius would be happy to buy fish. After the last nuclear war all of ours have three eyes and fins that look alarming like arms and legs. Doesn't make much of a table presentation. Our Alaska king crabs are still OK though. Could we interest you in trade?


We'll be glad to trade. Our fish are just fine, even the ones that got slightly boiled. But it's best not to ask what happened to our moose population.

WG would like to write in Rene Levesque.


We regret to inform you that only citizens of Maineiacs are by law allowed to nominate write-in candidates.

Sincerely,
Maineiacs Electoral Commision

We regret to inform you that only citizens of Maineiacs are by law allowed to nominate write-in candidates.

Sincerely,
Maineiacs Electoral Commision

The 960 million citizens of Wasted Genius hereby apply for dual citizenship in Maineiacs. Application forms to follow... :D

OK, you'll all be issued your Birkenstocks and signed up for mandatory Hustle lessons immediately. :D

But more seriously, Wasted Genius likes the idea of a government that is interested in exploring space, so Svenson gets our vote, er nod-of-favorable-regard.

BTW, WG NADA (National Aerospace Development Administration) received a call from a Mrs. Madsen asking if we knew where her husband, Dr. Fredrick Madsen, is. She saw him last in February, 2106 as he was heading out the door for the Maineiacs Martian Space Program (page 38, post #561) and was wondering if he'd found his way back from Mars yet.

OK, you'll all be issued your Birkenstocks and signed up for mandatory Hustle lessons immediately. :D

ROFL!

As noted, the WGDF has been doing some serious house-cleaning of old military gear. We came across an entire warehouse of "multifacted spherical reflecting devices", original intended to be hung from airships and then fired on by giganamous lasers. The intended result was to be the indescriminate frying of 1000s of enemy troops at once. However, the program was cancelled because of its three major flaws. First, the laser kept accidentally hitting the airships, and losses were very costly. Second, the semi-random nature of the reflected laser beams caused quite a bit of collateral damage behind WG lines. Third, it was discovered that the enemy could fire THEIR giganamous lasers at the MSRD and wipe out 1000s of WGDF troops.

Our research loss could be Maineiacs gain. Even after peace-time conversion, we'll never be able to use 60,000 disco balls. Would you like them?

The WGDF also experimented with arming all foot soldiers with rollerskates. The idea was a sort of fusion of Rollerball and Urban Warfare with the perceived efficiencies of skate-by shootings, the current rage among Los Angeles gangs (WG just banned automobiles in the inner city and the AQMD made it impossible to get a smog certificate for any Impala, Monte Carlo or Regal manufactured before 2105).

Again, the plan failed due to unforeseen planning errors which are just too embarrassing to discuss.

Regardless, WG is now trying to "find a home" for 125,000 pairs of rollerskates in various sizes, all in camo color scheme.

But more seriously, Wasted Genius likes the idea of a government that is interested in exploring space, so Svenson gets our vote, er nod-of-favorable-regard.

BTW, WG NADA (National Aerospace Development Administration) received a call from a Mrs. Madsen asking if we knew where her husband, Dr. Fredrick Madsen, is. She saw him last in February, 2106 as he was heading out the door for the Maineiacs Martian Space Program (page 38, post #561) and was wondering if he'd found his way back from Mars yet.


We regret to inform Mrs. Madsen that her husband is not yet on Mars. The blizzard of 2106 and the Scudder coup of 2108 and its resulting chaos grounded the Maineiacs Space Initiative. We had feared he might be dead, but did not report such as his status was officially "missing", and our nation had more pressing concerns. Dr. Marsden is currently at Quantico NAS and he is free at any time to either return to Wasted Genius or to remain here to take part in the Mars mission planned for October.

We apologize for the inconveniance,

Dr. Lee Strong
Acting Director
Maineacs Space Agency

OOC: It's currently July, 2112.

The WGDF also experimented with arming all foot soldiers with rollerskates. The idea was a sort of fusion of Rollerball and Urban Warfare with the perceived efficiencies of skate-by shootings, the current rage among Los Angeles gangs (WG just banned automobiles in the inner city and the AQMD made it impossible to get a smog certificate for any Impala, Monte Carlo or Regal manufactured before 2105).

Again, the plan failed due to unforeseen planning errors which are just too embarrassing to discuss.

Regardless, WG is now trying to "find a home" for 125,000 pairs of rollerskates in various sizes, all in camo color scheme.


We gratefully accept your offer. They'll work well with the large collection Of Donna Summer records we recently found in the ruins of Studio 54.

We regret to inform Mrs. Madsen that her husband is not yet on Mars. The blizzard of 2106 and the Scudder coup of 2108 and its resulting chaos grounded the Maineiacs Space Initiative. We had feared he might be dead, but did not report such as his status was officially "missing", and our nation had more pressing concerns. Dr. Marsden is currently at Quantico NAS and he is free at any time to either return to Wasted Genius or to remain here to take part in the Mars mission planned for October.

We apologize for the inconveniance,

Dr. Lee Strong
Acting Director
Maineacs Space Agency

OOC: It's currently July, 2112.


Apparently what triggered Mrs. Madsen's call was not so much that her husband had been missing, but that his paychecks stopped coming in the mail. WG NADA tracked the issue back to an upgrade in its payroll system that erroneously cross-referenced two databases. It turns out that the program expunged anyone who wasn't on the current holiday party invitation list.

Mrs. Madsen is happy to hear that her husband is alive and that his pay status has been corrected. WG NADA is looking forward to the upcoming launch of the Mars mission.

Now that Defuniak's gone, what do we do with his territory? I'd like to claim all of it, but if I do so, then I'm gonna have to give the axe to my European and North African holdings. Don't wanna hog the world now, do I?

In order to accomodate Defuniak's territory, I shall give up the following to the following nations, FOR FREE:

- Poland: All 501st Legion territories in Europe
- SeaQuest: All 501st Legion territories in North Africa except for Egypt
- Spartan Alliance: Mongolia

That is all. Please update the maps.

Now that Defuniak's gone, what do we do with his territory? I'd like to claim all of it, but if I do so, then I'm gonna have to give the axe to my European and North African holdings. Don't wanna hog the world now, do I?

In order to accomodate Defuniak's territory, I shall give up the following to the following nations, FOR FREE:

- Poland: All 501st Legion territories in Europe
- SeaQuest: All 501st Legion territories in North Africa except for Egypt
- Spartan Alliance: Mongolia

That is all. Please update the maps.

No, that's not necessarily all. I'm going to decide what gets done with Defuniak's territory. I'll update the maps after I make my decision.