NationStates Jolt Archive

Comander in chief Kurt nicholls looked out from the presidential palace. A vast sea of people cheered and screamed as he prepared to unvail what had been dubbed Gods Army.

sun peered into the square as the president began to speak,

" People of Crimsdale, and citizens of the world, It is time for me to reveal a secret, one I, and many others have known for a long time." the crowd calmed in anticipation, " I have created a Grande Army for Crimsdale, an army for which the likes of our people have never seen before. Men recruited under your very noses. Along with this new Army we have deeloped a new form of weapon that houses great potential for peace keeping. It's called an AG Bomb. Using the string theory we developed a similiar weapon 10 years ago. it was unstable and caused a great devestation to the northern city of Bleech. Now we have refined our technology and built the AG Bomb."

With that the gates to the inner courtyard opened beneath the president revealing a 2 ton bomb. it resembled and egg as it lay covered in red paint.
The crowd gawked, and attempted to get closer as Crimsdale Police stepped in and ensured a riot would not ensue.

"people of Crimsdale, you can sleep calm in your house knowing that we are safe. As our troops finnaly pull into Jarridia ports over sea we can prepare for a second wave of troops, men from the grande army, bringing the grande total for troop counts to 10,000 men."

The president turned and dissapeared behind a long blue velvet curtain.

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CPNN
Crimsdale propriatary news network

In recent news it seems the crimsdale black market is abuzz with murmars of the AG Bombs plans leaking. Fear is that nations like Doomingsland may acquire the technology and use it against the WWA forces. More on this story as it developes.

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Crimsdale black market

The AG Bomb plans are for sale.

Now this weapon has the power of an atomic bomb without all the disease.

It uses the string theory to hurtle the surrounding area into a wormhole rendering lost at this point in technological time.

We the Crimsdale Black market sociaty have acquired the plans and will sell them for a mere 2 million dollars. Thats cheap considering all the money the Crimsdale government spent developing these plans (5 billion).

I shalt say TAG

doll dagga buzz buzz ziggety zag :p

Only 10,000 ?

To Crimsdale Goverment


It has come to our attention that the black market has acuired the AG bomb plans, we will help find them, all we ask is for 2 AG bombs for free

The Emperor of Jipleastan, Lloyd II, upon hearing this accusation against his friend, Doomingsland, was outraged.

Secret Message To Comander in Chief Kurt Nicholls
From: Emperor Lloyd II
Why have you brought this accusation against Doomignsland?
What has he done to cause you to make this outrageous claim?
This is unnaceptable and will not be recieved well by the CAD alliance

Drop Zone, Crimsdale Border
A class-six AirCarrier flew within range of the Crimsdale border. A single humvee dropped from the ships bay doors. After the Drop the AirCarrier turned and flew away. The humvee landed and four troops got out and raised an envoy seal on the hood. The riggings were dropped and they sped towards a nearby road to a border checkpoint. When they got to the border, they were stopped and the Phalanxia troops showed their IDs and told the troops that they had a message for the eyes of the Emperor only.

A message came over the humvee's comm unit. "Has the emperor of crimsdale replied?" asked the Dropzone chief. The comms soldier spoke into the unit with clarity "No, we are awaiting permission to enter the country." "Envoy out."

~Random quip from the Office of Exterior Affairs, a sub division of the Office of Internal Affairs~

A lone man sits in an office, staring intently at the action taking place on his computer screen

“UN TANKE….GRANDE!”

*Stupefied silence*

“Look, if your going to live in this country, you should speak the language!”

“What country? We’re on alien planet!”

“What, are you some kind of Communist?”

*tank noises can be heard, getting closer to the speakers*

“Son of a bitch!”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Madre de dious!”

The sound of a fist slamming down on a desk. Boots scrapping,

‘Godamn it Johnston!” shouted a male voice, gruff and aged. “How many times have I told you, stop watching those damn web comics, and get to work. Here!” the mans aid, slamming a PDA down in the desk. “Get to work, review this intelligence, tag it, and get it up to Command ASAP!”

OOC: 10,000 at this time just stating it for the others involved.

IC:
"Sir, the nation of Fishcaks wishes to aid in searching for the rebels who have acquired the plans to the AG Bomb," the scruffy aid sat anticipating the presidents reply.

"Well then whats the catch," replied president Nicholls

"They want us to supply them with 2 AG bombs."

"What is our intel on the nation?"

" well sir we have none,"

"invite them for a visit to the palace."

" Sir just in the nation of Phalanxia wishes to send you a message they have sent a four men envoy, should we let them in?"

The president sat and stared intently at his assistant. You could almost see the clogs moving in his head.

"of Course, and tell the chef to prepare a wonderful meal."
The president stood up from his desk, "But I want the Crimsdale special forces surrounding the envoy and the palace at all times. This is a C A D nation as you know."

"Yes sir, I'll get right on it."

OOC: Phalanxia we invite you for dinner with the president.

Transnapastain, what are you doing?

~Random quip from the Office of Exterior Affairs, a sub division of the Office of Internal Affairs~

A lone man sits in an office, staring intently at the action taking place on his computer screen

“UN TANKE….GRANDE!”

*Stupefied silence*

“Look, if your going to live in this country, you should speak the language!”

“What country? We’re on alien planet!”

“What, are you some kind of Communist?”

*tank noises can be heard, getting closer to the speakers*

“Son of a bitch!”

“Son of a bitch!”

“Madre de dious!”

The sound of a fist slamming down on a desk. Boots scrapping,

‘Godamn it Johnston!” shouted a male voice, gruff and aged. “How many times have I told you, stop watching those damn web comics, and get to work. Here!” the mans aid, slamming a PDA down in the desk. “Get to work, review this intelligence, tag it, and get it up to Command ASAP!”

I congratulate your RVB reference. Have a cookie.
*holds out cookie*

An Imperial diplomatic helicopter, its weapons deactivated as a show of good faith, soared over the Empire, leaving the airport rapidly behind. Aboard was Prefect Marcus Valgoth, an experienced negotiator, his aides, and his guards. The pilot repeatedly transmitted to Crimsdale a request for permission to land. Prefect Valgoth, despite being in constant communication with the Imperial Palace, had no idea what was going on. Apparently Crimsdale had developed some sort of futuristic bomb and he had been sent to politely inquire what the hell was going on.

OOC: Crimsdale, what the hell? Isn't this a little high-tech for a MT nation? I have no idea what is happening...Anyway, permission to land?

The citizens had been dispersing for over an hour after the unveiling of the new weapon. On man, not more recognizable than from all the rest, moved with purpose through the crowd. He came to far street lamp then stopped. He stood there for three hours. Watching as the crowd thinned more and more. Finally dark had fallen and there were only a few handfuls of people walking about.

He stretched his legs for a moment then set off into the darkness. He walked past the nice apartment homes of Palace workers, a few restaurants of high quality, and other places of stature. The man walked for little under an hour as he went deeper into the city slums. He stepped into an ally next to a small Italian and Chinese restaurant. He walke dup to the side door and nocked five times in a singapated rythm. The door opened to reveil a small man with a .45 in his hand. He waved the man inside and looked about to make sure no one else was there. He shut the door behind them.

The small man walked into the back kitchen where the man sat eating some left-over food. "Find anything interesting?" asked the small man.

"Yes, its deffinately something that Intelligence will want. I'm just curious as to what Kiari will do with the information. Since the coup his hold on the Thrashian power has been due to the military. But I'm just a simple ol' Black Ops Informant. What do I care about Politics?" said the other man.

The small man smiled. He always liked that joke. "Very well, after your done go into the celler and make your report. I made a new encryption, so use that."

"Yes sir."

OOC: well hes not responding to my message so ill have to send a delegation...

IC: A Diplomatic chopper took off from JIA (Jipleastani International Airport) on its way to Crimsdale. It carried Andre Demiske an internationaly acclaimed diplomat. He and his bodygaurd, aides, and other people were on a mission to Crimsdale to find out what why the leader of Crimsdale has made accusations against an ally of Jipleastan.

Pilot: "JA-1 requesting permission to land, we are transporting Andre Demiske to meet with your leader

OOC: 10,000 at this time just stating it for the others involved.

IC:
"Sir, the nation of Fishcaks wishes to aid in searching for the rebels who have acquired the plans to the AG Bomb," the scruffy aid sat anticipating the presidents reply.

"Well then whats the catch," replied president Nicholls

"They want us to supply them with 2 AG bombs."

"What is our intel on the nation?"

" well sir we have none,"

"invite them for a visit to the palace."

I shall quite happly come to your pallace, now where about in crimsdale is it located , my spys , i mean abbasordors cant find it

1 diplomatic chopper flys to Crimsdale

*over the radio* This is FC01 , requesting to land

OOC:OK, Crimmy, I'm gonna say this right now: I'm ignoring this "AG bomb" of yours, seeing as it's kinda impossible to make in MT. That is all.

"President, Fishcaks has entered our country, where would you have them meet you."

The president smirked as he began to speak, "I will personally meet them outside the Crimsdale capitol, tell them west 5 miles at the Crimsdale controlled airport of Val jent',"

OOC: ok doomingsland you won't let me use a weapon I created about a year ago realtime and used to help us win the fight against Vladimir? well shows what kind of leader you are. But I will agree to your wish and The AG bomb will be replaced with just the plans to create such a weapon as thier is most probably is.

IC: "also sir before I leave we have a diplomat from Jipleastan, he has quite the reputation. he also wishes to meet with you."

" Then he shall also meet us at Val Jent'," The resident stood up and walked over to the large oak book shelf that house numerous volumes of books made to make the president look smart. "Prepare "'Presesticide'" for tonight."

"President, Fishcaks has entered our country, where would you have them meet you."

The president smirked as he began to speak, "I will personally meet them outside the Crimsdale capitol, tell them west 5 miles at the Crimsdale controlled airport of Val jent',"

OOC: ok doomingsland you won't let me use a weapon I created about a year ago realtime and used to help us win the fight against Vladimir? well shows what kind of leader you are. But I will agree to your wish and The AG bomb will be replaced with just the plans to create such a weapon as thier is most probably is.

IC: "also sir before I leave we have a diplomat from Jipleastan, he has quite the reputation. he also wishes to meet with you."

" Then he shall also meet us at Val Jent'," The resident stood up and walked over to the large oak book shelf that house numerous volumes of books made to make the president look smart. "Prepare "'Presesticide'" for tonight."

OOC: Ahem. I'm sending a diplomat as well. Like I said, permission to land?

*Jim Youuns gets out of the chopper*
*And so does 10 body gaurds*
"We have been told to go 5 miles west , now where is my limmo"

"Right here sir"
*A limmo comes off of the second transport chopper*

"Ok lets go, guys arm your guns , im not sure about this place"

"Ok sir , Lock and Load guys"

*They arive*

The President sat in his office, the Crimsdale flag proudly hung behind him. the night was begining to settle as 6:00pm rolled around. With a firm knock President Nicholls assistant Roger stole his attention.

"Yes?"

"Sir it's almost time to go."

"Come in Roger,"

"Sir here is your dinner jacket."

"Thank you Roger."

"Umm sir, why haven't you replied to Warmaster yet."

"Because Roger, I think something is up, But I think I have a plan, tell thier diplomat to meet us at the airport, from thier we will all go to dinner were we will discuss as these nimwits most always do."

"So Whats your plan?"

"What are you talking about Roger!?"

"Sir you said you had a plan."

"Roger I said nothing of the sort."

"Mr President. You surelys aid," roger was interrupted as five well armed guards entered the presidents office.

"President Nicholls, it's time for us to go, your hellicopter is awaiting."

"Sir,"

"Yes Borris?"

"I think we are being stood up , lets sit in the bullet proof limo for a bit"

"Exelent idea, check on the chopper's while your at it and phone the FishCak embasy and see if they have heard anything , then phone the President of CrimsDale"

"Ok , Sir"

The heliopter whined as it entered the airport.

"This is Cunfis one-nine to tower eight, permission to land," The pilots radio cracked in reply,

"Copy that Cunfis one-nine, permission granted."

Dust kicked up as the president and 8 armed men jumped out of the modeltri modified Chinook helicopter. The men surrounded the President in a circle as they scouted the perimeter for any hostility.

"All clear!" Yelled the leader as the men broke formation and began to follow the president inside the control tower.

The Crimsdale Airfield was large, it was a launching point during the Great Vladimir war from which CAD (not C A D) was fromed, at that point in time it was a mere dirt field. now it was a sprawling megaplex of technology. Here is where the diplomats were supposed to meet and then be accompanied to the Dwellson Hall for a meeting and dinner.

"have any of thier private jets arrived yet?" the president inquired.

OOC: 5 billion? For a weapon like a nuke? Project SOLIDMAN, my nuke dev program, cost well over 100 billion(throughout some time, though).

IC:

OFFICIAL RESPONSE FROM EMPEROR PETRON:
"The Dominion has heard of Crimsdale's plans for remilitarization and the development of a new superweapon, this "AG Bomb". We are quite concered with the effects this new weapon may have, and we request that it undergoes thourogh enviromental tests. We understand that in today's world, a nation without a defence military cannot survive - and so acknowledge the buildup as truly necessary. However, we must ask you know your limits; we do not want to see a nation get dogpiled."

"Sir, I dont think their comming lets go back to the airport they may be their"

"Ok , Borris"

They drive to the air port

"What kind of mockery is this," The President slammed his fist on the wall.

"Sir their looks to be a limo approaching," said one of the watchman.
"They have the fishcaks flag attached to the hood."

"Good, Fishcaks, a Nation of mystery. I am glad they have shown, as for the others."

The men watched as the limo proceeded to enter into the airports parking lot.

The president rushed to meet his guests.

(OOC: Tisk tisk, the original members of the CAD fighting each other. Glad I don't play as Artica anymore.)

(OOC: Tisk tisk, the original members of the CAD fighting each other. Glad I don't play as Artica anymore.)

your smart not to, anyways why did you make a new account

(OOC: Various reasons.)

Crimsdale Border Station, Crimsdale

The gates and the guards let them through. The Humvee accelerated at cruising speed. The comms soldier reported it and waved the driver on. A detachment of special forces vehicles followed them at a distance with guns displayed.

"There's a tail on us." nervously said the TechMarine.

"Don't worry about it, its security." said the driver. "Anyways, tell us where this palace is."

The Techmarine grabbed his laptop and responded "We've got fifteen minutes till we see it"

Val Jent', Crimsdale
The envoy sat in his seat and looked at pictures of his wife and kids. It had been along time since he's seen them. Fifteen minutes later, a massive structure loomed in front of them. The gates opened and they parked in front of the palace.

"Everybody out" said the Driver and they all disembarked.

"Envoy, you go with comms to see the man, and tech you stay with me here."

"Ok, sarge." replied the two. "Lets go, Envoy, you better be nice or we are screwed"

Sarge and the Tech got back in the truck and lit cigarettes and turned on the music. Sarge and Tech broke out their flasks, and put their feet up. Tech broke out his PSP and Sarge wrote letters.

The envoy and comms walked up the huge flight of steps. The Envoy wore his imperial formal with ceremonial sword. The comms soldier wore BDUs and had a .50 Desert Eagle on his hip. There they waited in the grand lobby.

"Ahh , hello fine sir, how is one to day? And where shall we be heading , and sory for being late we were exporing your country"

"Prefect? Sir, we've been instructed to land. We're coming in, sir, so buckle in."

Prefect Valgoth swallowed. He never liked flying if he could help it. It was completely out of his hands whether he would land alive or not. He loved being in control and couldn't stand being just human cargo. But his fears were unfounded as always, and the helicopter came to a perfect landing. He jumped out slightly hurriedly, eager to be outside again. His guards followed suit, scowling. The Prefect gazed across the tarmac to where the Crimsdale greeting party was approaching them.

"Time to see what the hell is going on, eh?"

The Helicopter landed at Val Jent and everyone got out. Andre, surrounded by his gaurds, looked around and said,

"Well, well, very nice what they have done with the place."

They saw the Crimsdalian greeting party and headed over to them.

"Be ready for anything boys."

"Sir, Yes Sir", replied the marines in unison.

At the same time attack helocopters, and transports were being readied to get over here ASAP in case something happened.

"Boris , what are these other goverment officals doing here?"

"Sir, I phoned the embasy and they also got invited"

"Ahh ok lets go say hi"

*The speical forces agents load their guns*

"Hello fine sirs, im the prime minister of FishCaks"

OOC: Crimsdale, where are you? You aren't gonna let this RP die now are you?

Val Jent' Tarmac Crimsdale
The envoy saw another party on the tarmac walking towards them and saw armed soldiers cocking their weapons. In response, as he was trained in envoyship, he drew his sword and started backing away to the nearest source of cover.

"Envoy, what are you doing?" said Comms.

"Don't you see the soldiers!" said the Envoy.

"Yeah I see them, now put it back, before we get in a shoot out." yelled Comms

Comms switched his headset to channel six and alerted the Sarge and Tech. Tech jumped up and speared his whiskey and cursed. Sarge patted his assault rifle.

"Tech, I need a background check on the following images." said Comms.

Tech, downloaded the pictures from Comms Eye cam and ran a check.

"FishCaks President, Jipleastan President, and an Unknown Prefect and Special Forces and Marine detachments. Armed but clear to be in your vicinity. Evasion level dissolved." sighed Tech

"Thank god!" sighed the Envoy and Comms. The Envoy sheathed his sword, and Comms slowly put the hammer on his .50 DE back in its resting place and holstered it.

"Lets go meet the other guys." said the Envoy. "Maybe they will know what is going on."

OOC: I'm not going to let it die, I had some realife stuff to do.

IC:

The President was astonished as all teh antions seemed to arrive late, but in short order. His welcoming party bowed and greated every member.
They spent the better half of an hour greeting and getting to know each other before entering a large but elagantly designed troop transport.
The vehicle began it's slow acceleration as the passsengers strapped in and passed the 20 minute travel time to the Crimsdale Special forces base where they would eat dinner and overlook the training of the Crimsdale Grande Army.

Andre glady took the ride, but his gaurds and aides rode along in a Humvee beside the troop transport.

"Nice transport here, wish I had one like this"

What everyone around him did not know is that he had a small camera/microphone button on his shirt collar. The live feed was sent back to JOHQ (Jipleastani Operations Headquarters)

The transport began to slow as The large explosion proof gate opened to the military compound.

It was a medium sized compound, it lay just outside the Crimsdale suburbs. It had many permenant structures that toward over the many barracks and tents.

"I would like to welcome you all to camp Bleech," the president said as the Transport began to park. The guards lined the velvet red carpet that had just been laid. As the Envoys stepped out and were directed to follow one of the larger guards into a giant building. The outside was covered in a metallic paint and the ground level was nicely dotted by vegetation as insisted by the Presidents wife.

As they enter the hall they found themselves being seeted by soldiars dressed as waiters. They were then served champagne and bread. As they wait for the main course a large video display lowered from the cieling.

"Friends I would like to share with you a vision, a vision of equality and power."

The screen turned on as the guest began to hus, the first images showed the devestation that had over taken Crimsdale since the end of the Vladimir war, the narrator began to speak,"As Crimsdale fell into a depression from over spending, many went broke, the result had many Living in the streets. Crimsdale was on the brink of death. One man rose from the shadows of depression and brought an economy back to life."

The video had all the makings of a propoganda, showing images of extreme poverty lavished by a grueling story that painted President Nicholls as an angel and savoir.

" With a charming smile and a know how attitude Crimsdale was ressurected. Now it breaks into a stride with teh formation of the Crimsdale Grande Military."

As cued soldiers began to file into the room proudly wearing the grande armies elegant uniform.

(OOC: to be continued, I have to eat.)

Camp Bleech, Crimsdale
"Hey Tech, you getting this stuff" said Comms

Tech and Sarge where playing Halo when the message and video came in. A detachment of troops were filing into the room, in Class A uniforms. Sarge's eyes went wide and was contemplating the strategic disadvantage in case of an assasination attempt by one of the envoy. Then a message came in from the LZ off the Border of Crimsdale.

"LZ Ops to Envoy Crew 6, HQ has just issued and order of extraction, another CAD member is present and will take over. Sergeant Hyatt your promotion orders are confirmed congratulations Knight Sergeant.

"Sarge to Envoy, you need to ask the questions or whatever you fucking Envoys do and EVAC" Sarge yelled over the loud infinity speakers and 15'' subs. "This is a hazardous situation and we are no longer authorized."

"Ok...wait why do you talk to me like that? I'm the Envoy I'm higher ranking." said the Envoy into his mic

"My rifle is higher ranking than you, Envoy, so hurry up! Anyways you aren't a Knight yet!" said Sarge smiling, thinking of the promotion and his wife's happiness of his cash bonus and pay raise.

The Envoy shut off the transmission and walked over to the Leader of Crimsdale. He gestured to the leader, and walked over to him. With one hand on the hilt of his sword he kneeled and recited his intended lines.

"Sorry we couldn't stay for the pleasentries, lord.

"The Emperor of Knight Phalanxia greets you and enquires of your health. He would also like you to answer a few questions. Why have you left the CAD, What is the new weapon you have created, and do you intend on starting war. Can anything be done to end this hostility"

"Comms to Tech, The subject is going to answer prepare to recieve audio and visual immediately." Comms said turning up his reciever. "Be advised we are now ready to transmit."

The message came in and Sarge and Tech were playing multiplayer Halo. Sarge heard the message and cocked his Rifle and started the humvee. He had always been wary of EVACs. Tech started the transmitter and put out the broadcast to LZ and to the Emperors' Chamber of Regents. The Regents were called into the Chamber with the Emperor and a VidScreen came out of the ceiling.

Andre walked into the great hall and was amazed. The soldiers were so well dressed and the food looked incredible.

"Damn, Mildred never cooks this well for me", refering to his wife.

Andre, not have the best of manners sits down, puts his elbows on the table, and digs into the chicken breast.

"This food is absolutly delicious!" he remarked after biting into a leg of lamb, "A diplomat needs to eat, dosn't he?"

10,000 men is one regiment in my armed forces......

and we have a standing army of 100 regiments backed up by the militia (every body over 12)

grande is not a very good description

10,000 men is one regiment in my armed forces......

and we have a standing army of 100 regiments backed up by the militia (every body over 12)

grande is not a very good description

OOC: who said i'm done?

The soldiers stood patiently as the envoys ate. PResident Nicholls had yet to touch his food, instead he stood glaringly smiling from ear to ear, as the Envoys plowed through he main course.

"Sir we're ready for the presentation." whispered a husky dark haired soldier, his gear was of a off white colour. He looked unusual and stood out as he joined the ranks.

The president stood up from his chair, "Gentleman, please follow me into the training headquarters." The rest of the soldiers stood at attention as the group flocked outside and into the main training facility to the north of the camp.

oh okay so it's like a grande army ete

a force in being to build a larger force around okay cool

Crimsdale was crowded, chilly, and the air stank. All in all, not the sort of place Tife liked to be. Yet here he was just the same, sitting on a queen size bed in the Empress Crimera waiting for his contact to call. Two days ago he hadn't even heard of the place. Two days ago he was warm and happy and eating his lunch when Cese ran in, eyes brimming with excitement, babbling something about a bomb design on the Crimsdale black warket.

Tife slipped his glasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. A bomb. Really. But Cese knew all about it, said that it had been used before and that it was just what the WMtA needed. She even had the name of a contact in Crimsdale, someose who'd be willing to make a deal. 2 million dollars for the plans.

Tife straightened and replaced his glasses. He never learned, did he? Whenever Cese looked at him with her liquid eyes and flashed that grin, he was lost.

Lost. Yeah, that's right. Opening the minibar, he took another tiny bottle of cold vodka out. Something to cut the taste of grime from his teeth. Something to pass the time as he waited for his contact to call.

(OOC: Tife's there to buy the black market bomb design, if it isn't obvious)

The primie minister sat down.

Guys (wispering to his gaurds) i dont trust this food, why arnt they eating it, test it.

Yes sir

Ahh hello President

Cold air lined Donts nostrils as he pull a large needle from his brown coat pocket. It ran dosile through the air, piercing into the boiling heroin.

As he rolled up his sleeve the other junkies meandered into the next room.
Thier the plans for the AG bomb lay on the desk next to the very computer keeping the Crimsdale black market afloat.

With a loud ding the computer roared to life, it's applications loading slowly through all the spyware. Finnaly MSN poped up with three messages in the inbox.

Dont strolled into the room, his arm scarred from times passed. He walked slowly over to the computer where three other people sat sifting through his e-mails.

EN(arge your PEaNi$

Free !PoD

Urgent purchase.

Dont gestered for the others to clear aside from the computer as he sat down. Quickly he opened an E-mail from a person named Tife.
The message he began to read outlined plans to buy the AG bomb, something the underground had been toting around for a year but recently made public.
Shortyly after reading the message be blanked out, waking up 40 minuites later he began to reply to the message in a drug induced daze.

To: Tife
subject: The damn donkey who stealks my car.

I unserstand you wanna bhuy the AG bomb plans. WEll WE think its worth far more then whaty ya have. so pay more rto the man in the rellow ledbetter. and we'll have some common foundings.

ha ha ha ha ha hsadh ah ah aha ha ha aaahhhaaaa

you'll scream asd you slowely dodge outside and see the Crimsdle military swollow your country. So itra best you buy teh plans for the AG Bomb and casompat the Crimsadle threat of F/*dsf your mothjker/

Thajnk for yur time.
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Dont stood up, drool strung down his face as he slumped onto the ground next to one of the many unknowns linning the floor. He fell into a convulsive dream about a trunk a dog and an antalope.

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Tife scowled at the computer.

"Thajnk for yur time."

These clowns didn't have any plans, Cese was wrong about this. Picking up the phone, he confirmed his flight for tomorrow morning before typing out a reply.

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To: Dont@msn.com
From: Tife@wmta.mule.ay.co
Subject: My upcoming vacation.

I don't know what you're talking about, I came here with the agreed amount, in cash, expecting to deal with professionals. Now, if you want to take a trip into bozoland and go all amateur on me, thats your decision. I'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Mondoth, either with the plans or with the two million dollars. It's up to you.
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Tife pressed "send", routing the message through an Aysheaian anonymizer before it was sent to Dont.

"Christ", he thought to himself. "MSN..."

Andre took his own "special" fork, knife, and spoon out to begin eating, but before he did that he motioned to one of his aides he didn't like. She came over and he had her try a piece of food. Nothing seemed to happen until she began coughing and then felt dizzy and weak.

"Erm... Excuse me", said Andre as the aide colapsed on the ground.

"What was put into this food to do this?"

One of the bodyguards came over and took the aide outside to examine her.

"Nothing, look no one else is on the floor pukeing. Now pick up you aide please, she's ruining our dinner," The president looked down at his plate.
"I don't eat vegetables, what is this green thing? How come thier are leaves in my food!"

After a small fit the president begins to eat his foods as a large oddly dressed soldier aproached.

OOC: ok where onto the next part.

Val Jent', Crimsdale
The Envoy quickly, settled himself and released the grip on the hilt of his sword and Comms ended the transmission for EVAC. Watching everyone intently he looked at Andre. Knowing that Andre was an important figure in CAD, he wondered if he could get some connections with Andre and establish himself. His eyepiece went red and he tapped it.

"Comms we are locking up the Envoy hummvee and getting some shut eye. Give us a call when you are ready. Out." said Sarge

"Oh thanks...." said The Envoy

Sarge shut off the Humvee and pulled down the metal shutters and locked bolted the doors. The humvee lowered and the wheels were covered with metal shutters. The lights on the inside went off and switched to red. Antennas rose, and camera peeps opened.

"Its my turn to sleep now Tech!" said Sarge

Tech got up and opened his laptop and accesed the VidScreens. He watched the dinner and wished he had been an Envoy instead of a TechMarine.

OOC: Hey guys, umm whats going on here? Not letting this die now are we?

IC: After the episode with his aide, Andre called another one over and had him eat some food. Nothing happened so Andre decided to eat. He simply waited for something to happen.

"now lets get down to business,"

President nicholls glared across the table to no one in perticular.

" I know your not here to eat dinner and wish me luck,"

he had suddenly snapped from happy to full of bitter rage.

"I hope you all understand Crimsdales situation. I the President plan to change this, we will no longer sit and wait as our enemies attack and we sit at bay waiting."

He stood up from his chair which made a horrific screeching sound on the hard stone floor.His eyes boiled and churned as he stared at each individual with angst and hate.

"I will say this loud and clear for all of you to hear. Crimsdale will NOT change it's position on the building and using of any AG Weapons."

He began to calm as he reached into his pocket.

"Let it be known that the region of C A D is a corrupt fool filled wasteland. Mark my grave we will change that, C A D will once again stand for what it was built for instead of this debauchery."

Kurt Nicholls sat down in a collective pose as he wiated for the immenant reply of others, he knew this ment a war would soon take place and he was already prepare. Crimsdale ships had already joined the theater against C A D under Jarridia and soon they would pay.

Andre sprung up from his chair, putting all manners aside. He was infuriated that the president of Crimsdale would make such an accusation against his own country and its allies.

"How dare you call the great alliance of C A D a 'corrupt fool filled wasteland'

this is appalling what you have said. The C A D alliance are not you enemies.

Yet, you seem to want to make us your enemies. This will not be well

recieved by my superiors or for that matter, the rest of C A D."

"You will pay for those comments!"

He sat down and continued to finish his dinner.

JOHQ got all of this conversation and was relaying it over heavily encrypted channels to all other C A D members.

Secret IC:

Secret Broadcast to all C A D Members
Be prepared for war against Crimsdale and whoever else he can drum up support from.
He is no longer an ally of C A D and will needed to be dealt with like such.

Nicholls sat uneffected by the comments, knowing damn well this would be brought up,

"So CAD is more currupt than I thought."

He grabbed his napkin and wiped away a large stream of cheese from his stubble filled chin.

"We're are not fools. Guards kill this man he is bugged."

4 staunt men raised thier weapons and counted, 3, 2, a shamble of bullets whailed through the air interupting everyones meal.

"make sure he is dead. Now if any of you would like to raise your voice to me stand up and be shot too, Crimsdale is a proud nation one for which has long sat under C A D's oppresive weight. It no longer stands for freedom and we must shed blood to regain it's values and cleanse it then so be it. Kill me if you want, but The government runs far deeper than any of you know."

The guards rummaged through the body and found many small hairlike wires attached to a small mic and transponder.

The minivan doors screeched close, the men all sat armed with AK-47's and little armour, each man knew his death could come with tonights assult, but all knew in thier hearts it would bring about a golden age to Crimsdale one not seen under President Kurt Nicholls omnipresnt rule.

The driver finaly settle in Van1, the other four vans sat wiating as the other drivers conversed on thier plans.

"Don't worry bout us guy, we are the clean up crew," the heavy set man chuckled as his grimy english accent settled.

the other drivers stopped talking and with a shake of the hands broke the circle and entered thier respective Vehicle.
With a glare the ignition turned on to the reply of headlights weening through the cold night air.

"It's a 10 min drive boys if ya didn't know, and that van right over thier, well she's gunna pull up first and kill any guards out front othe complex. Then see that bus, right then she is gunna drive up loaded with explosives and plow us a door for the attack." his double chin wiggled as he talked, like an excited puppy he carried on.
"Thats when we ener, we'll make em pay. Now Mr Nicholls will be in the building closest to the big tower, you'll know when we get thier, anyways slaughter him and bring out his head. Some of us may die, but Crimsdale will be born."

The Man turned his head to the front of the vehicle and began to drive.

The ride was only 7 minuites unlike expected and the men were thankfull. As their van pulled into the complex parking lot a loud horn began to sound as the Large jaunty bus rambled past and rammed headon into two large steel gates. The resulting explosion was massive and prompted a loud siren to alarm.

"Right then men, header out and i'll see the likes of ya later,"

The five men got out with thier guns aimed at the watch towers now scorched in flames. Thier boots crunched against the cold frosted ground as they made thier way quickly into the Bleech complex.
Inside looked like a squaters paradise, tents lined the usually busy place. But now it lay quite except for a loud siren blaring throught the mens eardrums like a tortilla chip (thats right I said it). They looked ahead to see a large Box like structure. A group further ahead yelled back, "this is it boys, load your guns." he was foolish to say that because of course thier guns were ready what kind of fool enters a military compound and blows up a vehicle and enters without a gun.

As the groups entered the building they were greated by gunfire as 20 armed Crimsdale Soldiers fired and killed 7 men, the Crimsdale soldiers suffered only 3 casualties. The resulting gunfight went on for 5 miniutes until the rebels finnal whipped a grenade into the mess.

OOC: Ok, im ignoring your post there about killing Andre. TOTAL GODMOD!!!
how are you to know he was wired? But if you insist about killing him I will just have to have some fun now wont I?

IC: Andre's Bodyguard, after seeing him shot, raised their weapons and shot the crimsdale soldiers with their P-90's (your armor ain't gonna stop these bullets) the soldiers fell dead on the floor. The bodyguard next focused its weapons on the crimsdale president.

The Capt. of the Guard told him "Sir, your coming with us"

They took the president away to the helipad to wait for the chopper they called for.

OOC: Ok, im ignoring your post there about killing Andre. TOTAL GODMOD!!!
how are you to know he was wired? But if you insist about killing him I will just have to have some fun now wont I?

IC: Andre's Bodyguard, after seeing him shot, raised their weapons and shot the crimsdale soldiers with their P-90's (your armor ain't gonna stop these bullets) the soldiers fell dead on the floor. The bodyguard next focused its weapons on the crimsdale president.

The Capt. of the Guard told him "Sir, your coming with us"

They took the president away to the helipad to wait for the chopper they called for.

OOC: how is that a godmod, anyways with you permission can I kill that member of your group and you can then kidnap my president. Remember tho some terrorist were on thier way to kill him anyways. If you would rather me not kill him then we will easily rewrite what happened. I could tell he was wired due to the high energy frequancies ommitted by this member only.

OOC: High energy outputs? What sort of freakin' magical detection unit do you have? Edit the wired part out of your post and we will call it a deal? You just killed him for his insolence. OK? Good now post an IC post.

The prime minister sat with his army chiefs.....




"This news of a AG bomb worries me...the abillity of using a bomb with out radiation means it can be used as a normal explosive keep tabs on this situation....i dont want to ber left out in the dark"

ooc: Oh right I forgot we live in the stone age, and we can't detect heat, or electro magnetic freqencies. I'll take out the whole killing thing seeing as you call it magic.

I'll post an IC in a bit where I change it.

Prefect Valgoth, having sat quietly through the occasion, watched as the other delegate was gunned down. He thought to himself how stupid of Crimsdale this was, to alienate an influential foreign power at a peaceful conference. However, he was willing to tolerate it, but no idiot would think that Emperor Lucifer wouldn't hear about this in extreme detail. He quietly motioned for his guards to be ready for an attack but not to take offensive action. He was surprised when the President was taken hostage, but remained seated, trusting in his guards.

OOC: waiting too long

IC: Andre's bodyguard, what was left of it, got onto the armored helicopter and flew off towards Jipleastan with Crimsdale's President as their hostage.

The overlord coucil gazed into the night air as President Nicholls flew off to his inevitable death.

"The wheels are now in motion," softly spoke a tall dark haired man as he entered the tiny room overlooking the military base.
" It's now only a matter of time," his words were forboding as the other four men sat glaring at tyhe night sky filled with excitment and regret.

(ooc) Sorry it took so darn long, busy with school and stuff, but now that thats dwindled.

The helicopter landed in Jipleastan with orders for the president to be transported to Doomingsland for currently undisclosed reasons.
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Due to the murder of Andre, The Emperor ordered a high altutude bombing of what remained of the base that Andre was killed at.

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50 Longsword bombers took off from a secret airbase in the Jipleastain Mountains, en route to the base where the murder occured at. They were armed with cluster bombs as well as a few bunker busters to be randomly dropped around the base to hit any bunkers that might happen to be underground. ETA: 2 hours

The solomne night was drawing to a close, the president gone the country would awake under a new leadership, one that would impose high rule over their daily live. Yet the morning would not come so soon. Not long after the remaining invitees left, the Large Crimsdale military compound was mercilessly bombed. Crimsdale fighters were slow to teh scramble and managed to engage only one bomber after the damage had already been done. The fire smoldered into the morning as no less then 500 soldiers lay dead in their bunks.

A statement regardeing the events was to be read within an hour by the Arch Bishop Gallon, the only remaining public leader.

"Bloody good job boys" radioed the bomber squadron leader, "Now lets head home".

With that the Bombers headed home, luckily only one bomber had taken minimal damage from the attack and no lives were lost.

The Emporer was to adress the nation in a few minutes.

"Citizens of Jipleastan, Earlier today one of our very own people was gunned down at a peaceful summit in Crimsdale. His name was Andre Demiske, a well known diplomat. He was defending the governments of CAD against Crimdale's accusations. He was shot dead ,by Crimdalian troops, in cold blood. Now as some of you may know, an airstrike was carried out on that base where the murder took place. It was a resounding success, however, due to the fact that this was a military act, we are now officially at Defcon 2. All people are urged to report to your local armories and be ready for war with Crimsdale. Thank you, and God Bless Jipleastan!"

"what do we do, Jipleastan is prepping for war, yet we are in no particular shape to fight yet, We can't just sit around, we must retalliate,"

"governor please sit down and calm, we will retalliate, all things come in due time," Said High priest Gallon Casablancas, the soon to be named leader of Crimsdale.

"We have 10,000 men currently prepped for a strike, but we know nothing about Jipleastan, this was all supposed to produce a war with Doomingsland not his puppet allies."

"please governor sit down, your only making yourself angry." Casablancas stood up and peered out between the blinds that so galantly covered the main window overlooking the courtyard.

Suddenly a tapping brought his attention to the door.

"A yes, come in please."

It was the Crimsdale Secret sociaty, they were an unknown group of men and women from within Crimsdale that had formed before the civil war within Spitfire that originated the nation of Crimsdale.

five of them in all came in single file to the small office like room.

" Lord we have recovered the body of Andre Demiske, he was well respected in jipleastan as a strong diplomat. we have a plan that will hold the war for at least a months time in order for us to prepare the troops." The loud voice emminated from this unnamed man. he handed over a tape to the Priest as he then proceeded to turn on the VCR.

The video began to play as ten soldiers picked up the mans poor body from the rubble, his body was reletivly intact as the video panned to a scene of the dead man sitting hunched in a chair, one of the soldiers urinating in his face. as the others laughed and pointed. Then a man walks into the bombed out building the soldiers pick up the body and follow the man to a gate where they hang the mans body naked and invite others to join in as they huck rocks at the corpse. The video was enough to outrage anyone and it hopefully would.

" We believe by leaking this video to news agencioes we can produce enough histaria in jipleastan to slow thier efforts till we are ready."

" Yes, this could help us deeply. It's settled in one hour I want this tape to be breaking news." Casablancas stood up and ordered the others out of his room and obediantly they listened.

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OOC: Jipleastan I would liek to know about your country, terrain, history, you know the sorts.

OOC: well here is the map of the CAD continent

C A D (http://usera.imagecave.com/obsterray/CADContinent.PNG)

Jipleastan has no history it just sorta popped up in the middle of nowhere.

Ill get you a map of my country alone soon.

My map

My map (http://tinypic.com/dvr2md.jpg)

OOC: Thank you for being so quick.

IC:

"Attention"

crowd stood from ease and prepared for the arrival of CO Daryll Roadshence.
The group of nearly 1,000 men anxiously waited, sweat beating down their faces.

"Soldiers Salut, about turn." The men all turned abroubtly like a well oiled machine.

The Commanding Officer took to the podium set out before him.

"Ahem, thankyou, and at ease. As you know our president has been taken by the enemy, Jipleastan is a relativly large nation bordering the northwest of the once proud home of Crimsdale. It's shores are relativly large and cover one third of it's border. They will no doubt be waiting for us at the shores, so we must find another plan of attack."

A slide show began to play in the background. The CO went on for roughly an hour detailing a plan of attack in which Crimsdale would attack the shoreline defenses with a massive ballistic missle attack a month before Sending in troops. This would be followed by mass airstrikes and eventually an invasion. The plan from then on would be to sacure the city of Lapoli to the south and Nidua to the north. This attack would be know as operation Nicholls in honour of the presumbed dead president.

"We will arrive at their shores and fight this war like men. Your fathers will look from the heavens and glimmer with pride, your wives will cheer and chant as your children spread word of your deeds. This will be your D-day boys and it will start a month from now,"

A month from now? That ment that the ballistic missle attacks were already in effect and would soon be showering through he media like a blizzard.

The Speech was broadcast all over Crimsdale military bases as the Grande army prepared for war, following the speech a grusome video was played, it detailed the abuse and the unholy acts diplayed apoun Andre Demiske.
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" Squad one we are nearing target Ldroppa,Prepare the Psyops leaflets," The radio cracked as the 3 large bombers flew into C A D waters.

"Remember when you see the town of Nidua drop all your leaflets, we want them to see us as saviors and crusaders, not enemies.

This squad was know as the propaganda Army, a group of 10 large bombers converted to drop pounds of leaflets into any city encouraging the civilians to lay down their arms.

"Sir i'm turning on broadcast one,"

"acknowledged, proceed," With that the first reall attack on Jipleastan began in a war that has no end, as radio messages repeated the CRimsdale national antham infused with hidden messages encouraging revolution and viiolance.

"Now we've just got to hope we can get into Jipleastan undetected."

OOC:
Hell, I forgot to post my key for my map!!! DAMNIT!!!!!!
Sorry about that.

RED SQUARES= major military bases
YELLOW SQUARES= major naval bases
AQUA SQUARES= major airforce bases

Other smaller bases are not shown.

PINKISH AREA= only real landable area other than the port cities of Lopoli and Nidua.

I did not include my AA and anti ship defense areas for obvious reasons.

IC: Sirens Blared and AA positions were being manned... Jets were being scrambled to protect the shore batteries. Citizens were proceding to their local armories to arm themselves with anti-air missle launchers and assorted other small arms. Their orders were to fire upon any aircraft not broadcasting the Jipleastani friendly signal. Those were the same orders the Military had.

SIC:
"Start the damn propoganda already!!!" screamed the general in charge of Nidua.
"We need to make sure that they are on our side, for we fear that our enemy may attempt to do their own propoganda campaign."
"Yessir"

Radio transmission to HQ

"We've managed to drop some leaflet packages, we lost one bomber in the process, god rest their souls. We are read to commence a ballistics assualt on Lopoli and Nidua."

"Good, get out of the area as soon as possible and we will commence operation Nicholls in t -20 minutes."

The other end was dead, this was the sound of death and it had claimed two more Crimsdale Bombers.

End transmision.

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" Your most holy, we have lost propaganda squad one, but they have succesfully dropped leaflets on Lopoli and Nidua."

"Excellent, are the Missiles ready?"

"Yes sir, in 12 minutes we will be launching the first wave.Well make sure none of these missiles contain any nukes."

"Good, and then we will folow up with a swift carpet bombing?"

"Sir we are already ahead of you, we have 10 bombers prepped for attack, we also have a squad of 20 jets ready to intercept any threats."

"Good, I want them to know our fury even if this war ends tomorrow it will be know for this large scale blitz that is to come."

The message

... w ill com me ce ope ...io n N olls i n t - 20 m i nu te s

was intercepted by radio operators in JCC, it was immdediatly transmitted to all anti-missle, anti-air, and anti-ship batteries. They were to stay on alert and at a moment's notice unleash their vollies. This message worried a few men, but what should they be worried about?

Non-Nuclear balistic missles were ready to be launched at Crimsdale in the event of any sort of missle strike on Jipleastan.

The Emperor had already descened to his shelter 1089 feet underground. He was monitoring the entire situation unravel from there.

If the enemy sent bombers, there was little chance they would get less than 5 miles from shore. Thousands of AAA, AA, and SAM batteries awaited enemy planes. hundreds on anti-missle batteries waited for a single push of a button. And costal defense batteries waited for the first signs of any sort of enemy ship movements.

10 gallent ICBM's broke from the stratosphere, their target Jipleastan.

"Sir the missiles are about to impact. We reccomend fighters be scrambled immediatly in case of hostile attack."

" Yes, we have already put the patriot two missile launchers in place. If they send any ballistic missiles in retalliation we should have a 50% chance of destroying them. And recon tells us Jipleastan has preparred for our missile attacks, expect only a 50% success The ICBM attack should go smoothly."

The two corporals sat at attention awaiting a response from Casablancas

"I want all our forces currently station in and arround Jarridia pulled out, set their courses for Jipleastan, I think we should give them a small taste of whats to come."
Casablancas cold dark face glimmered with pleasure as he spoke.

"Yes sir of course. Umm currently we have 10,000 men and twelve assorted ships in Jarridia as they were awaiting any back up that may be neeeded in the assistance against doomingsland if a war against CAD ever did erupt. We can have them in CAD waters within 2 weeks, we can have them close enough for scud attacks within a week." The corporals words delighted High Priest Casablancas, his smile widened as reports rang through the loud speaker detailing the events unfolding with the ICBM attack.

(ooc) please detail the damages ensued I will accept the interception of 5 ICBMs

The missile launch at Jipleastan had been quickly detected by the Mt. Doom Facility, and, as per CAD regulations, Imperial ABM Defenses went straight on.

The Crimsdale ICBM's would have an extremely difficult time getting through the Doomingslandian orbital anti-ballistic missile satelites, let alone the Jipleastani systems. As the warheads approached, twenty satelites immediatly picked out targets. Each let loose a volley of eight kinetic kill vehicles, designed to fly straight into the warheads and destroy them. They also opened fire with lasers, intending to cut right through them.

An automated voice suddenly came over the PA systems.

"WARNING WARNING ICBMS DETECTED!!"

General Theo said "Crap!, quick everyone here into the shelter FAST! Get those anti missile batteries firing!!!" With that he ran down the stairs to the shelter.

The batteries of Phalanx Missile systems began churning out a wall of lead in the direction of the missiles, anti-missile missiles were firing out of their launch tubes, 10 missiles in total.

There were brilliant explosions in the sky as people counted... 1, 2.... 3, 4 5 and that was it... Then suddenly explosions rang out in Nidua and the close by naval base. a total of five explosions were recorded. The results were ghastly... one missile hit a park where children were playing, killing most of the children and their parents. another one struck a medical college building, killing most inside. A third missile struck an elementary school, however, most of the teachers and students were on vacation for that day. The fourth missile struck a small pier int he naval base destroying 2 fast patrol boats and seriously damaging the JSS Kolp, a navy cruiser. The fifth and final missile struck a barracks killing more than 600 ship men.

Total casualties: 5,874, most of them innocent civilians.

From silos across Jipleastan, more than 80 conventional ICBMS were launched at Crimsdale. They would never know what hit them.

OOC: I expect most of those missiles to strike their targets. I will accept 10-15 of them going down.

10:20 am

"Mommy whats that in the sky?" The childs finger pointed to a stream of missiles all intent on Crashing into Crimsdale.

"I really don't know Isabelle, how about you go and ask your father." Replied Isabelles mom as she continued to stare at the ever aproaching as Isabelle ran across the playground and over to her father. Quizzically he looked into the air.

"They are nothing mor ethen shooting stars," he reassured his daughter, her eyes widened with excitement

"We have to leave now though quick, go get your mom and meet me at the truck." It was obvious to him, this was an ICBM attack, as he quickly ran to the truck, a sleek black ford, he turned the ignition in haste and put the truck in reverse as he rolled down his window and yelled at the family as he looked to the sky once more through the windshield.
"Hurry, we have to go now those are ICBMs," he exclaimed.

As they hit the road out of the Crimsdale capitol of Crimmon 14 Patriot missiles launched from a nearby battery hurtleing into the sky, only five of which would later intercept their targets. As the truck continued down highway five another terrible sign, the Crimsdale Angels, a squad of 20 fighters that may be called apoun in times of war to carry out selfless acts of suicide, wether it be the interception of ICBM or the destruction of carriers these brave men were seemingly called into action to combat the ICBM threat, again only 5 of the hit their target with three of them hitting each othe rin the heat of the chase.

In the rearview mirror a catastrophe was taking place as the crimsdale capitol buildings were devestatingly blowing to shreds. Another 20 explosions took place within Crimmon many of the hit their specific targets while others were not so lucky mssing and hitting residential quarters. all in all 70 missiles hit Crimsdale, 55 of which hit their intended target, while the others pounded religous sites and suburbs.

Isabelle began to cry as the sounds roared passed the truck, as Timmins looked ahead he spotted a small rock outcropping, where he could park and keep his family safe during the.

in the attack 20,000 died including 2 members of the Crimsdale secret sociaty.
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In retaliation High priest Casablancas order operation Elmo Baxkter orphan landing arnold. or X12 for short

along with operation (X12) Casablancas ordered a large scale attack of 100 ICBM's all filled with mustard gas. All aimed for the city of Lopoli.

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OOC: So I made your attack highly succesfull, and some of them missed their desired targets as they do in real life, but I still made them hit something living. I will accept it if only 30 ICBMs make it seeing as Doomingsland also has batteries set up. I will RP operation X12 tomorrow and it won't be what you expect it to be .

OOC: Im sorry but 30 is far too many, mabye 1-7 may get through, but that is all.

OOC: 18% of your missiles went down as you asked. Now if I were to do the same only 18 of my missiles would have also gone down, so 82 of my missiles should have been successful, now Doomingsland also has his defenses ready to shoot down my ICBMs so 18 X 2 = 36, so by following your percentage plus another 18 for doomingsland only 32% should have been shot down leaving me with

100
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68 successful ICBM attacks

But no I was being kind leaving you with a 70 % chance to nock all my missiles from the sky so only 30 would land and do damage. instead of 68, Do you still want to have a 32% chance of knocking my missiles down or would your rather have a 70% chance and keep this god mod free.

We'll find a neutral moderator to over see this war if you can't play fare.

OOC:The thing is, Crimsdale, that I have nearly as many ABM satelites up as you have ICBMs in bound. The satelites are far more effective than land based systems, probably having around a 75-85% probability of an interception. Now, this, coupled with whatever Jip's got, should create a pretty damn tough ABM shield to get through.

OOC:Thing is doomingsland you didn't declare this before the attack. You guys have to play fair or else rping will be borring as hell, Of course I could sit here and say that all CRimsdales funding has gone into producing ICBMs that automatically scramble any incomming missile renedering them useless against an attck, Buit see I won't do that ebcause one I didn't tell you guys this before, and two It would make this RP cheap and lame if I belted out whatever I can conjure up just to avoid any casualties. I don't think that happened in WW1 when millions died, nor is it happening right now. I sure as hell never heard saddam say he had invaded american shores and now has George bush in prison. I relize you said you had these satillites you just didn't mention you had a hundred of them or more depending on how many ICBM's I launch seeing as you make this stuff up accordingly.

The way I see it people Rp for fun and if they are no longer playing for fun then they are seriously messed up and I suggest therepy. So you guys can play fair and we can have a little fun or you guys can be wanks about it and I'll ignore you and C A D's rping reputation will go down the drain cause no one wants to play someone who thinks they are god.

TAG

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OOC: I tend to agree with Crimsdale at the point he has made. Doomingsland, and this goes to everyone, not just C A D, but EVERYONE. It is exceedingly hard to RP with someone that talks way above your head.

Granted, there are alot of people on NS who do understand, and thats great. However, for some of us, you need to 'dumb' it down a bit. Most of the time, I have no idea what your talking about. Thats unfair because, how can I defend against something I don't understand?

Now, I'm not saying that you need to attempt to lose, but you all need to make it fair for any nations that are trying to RP with you.

Also, as he points out, you do tend to make stuff up as you go so that you are defended. Personally, I believe I would like you to provide proof of these satellites. Do you have a thread that proves their launch/invention? That would be helpful...

thank you jarridia