Halisnovski
01-12-2005, 21:16
"Yo yo yo nigga, I got a story."
"What they do?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I just had to beat the funk out of some niggas. They was all like 'Yo you gay' and I was just shoppin' for the new Timberlands, you know the ones."
"Yeah."
"And I was all like 'Yo I don't want no fight I just lookin' for Tims.' And they was like tryin' to step to me like they know me, word?"
"Word."
"But they tried steppin' to me so I was like 'Yo yo, if you don't stop steppin' to me I swear to my Motha', I Imma flip my wig off, straight up"
"Straight up?"
"Straight up."
"Straight up?"
"Straight up."
"Straight up?"
"Straight up. So then I was all like 'Your country's crazy babeh, my country's crazy too. You got you weapons ready, we got our weapons too, and we be fightin' all the way to till the end of time.'"
"Once again."
"Your country's crazy babeh, my country's crazy too. You got you weapons ready, we got our weapons too, and we be fightin' all the way to till the end of time."
"So that's how we got those colonies Mr. Prime Minister?"
"Yes Chancellor. Now I'm off to my morning massage."
The Republic of Halisnovski. A modern day Carthage, minus the whole worship of pagan gods and child sacrifice. No, on the contrary, it was the Eastern Church who had the spiritual power here. A young city-state, it just came out of a socialist Government that well err... kinda screwed up the economy and whatnot. But whatever! The Head of State here is Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian, yes I just made that up. The man he was talking to was the Minister of Finance, Alexander Boris.
Halisnovski is a Republican City-State who uses the common European form of Executive, Legislative, and Judicial law. A Parliament, Ministers, and... well may a Grand Court of Justice, who knows. There are five parties within the Parliament. The Socialists, Communists, Republicans (ruling party), Centrists, and Imperialists. Yes I made that up too.
But now to the story. The Republic is about to go international, and the four Ministers are going to have a meeting, because all Ministers have meetings. It's the "in" thing apparently, but that's besides the point. The Prime Minister will be presiding, due to the fact that he's the Prime Minister. And to tell you the truth I shouldn't even be explaining this to you, but Hell, I already am and it's too late to take it all back ain't it? But roight then, and yes I meant roight, to the meeting...!
"Good day all. As Prime Minister I pushed for the... pushing of the Republic towards the international spotlight. Now then, who the important peoples we should contact?"
"None sir." That would be Natalie Brittanica, Minister of Foreign Affairs. She looks twenty but is actually fourty. Like Gwen Stefani! (Ba dum chh)
"So you're saying that of all of the thousands of nation of Earth and all of its mirrors, there is not a single superpower." Cornelius responded.
"Yes sir." Natalie said. "They're too busy waving their giant phalluses of steel to realize that world peace is easily attainable. That and, they're use nuclear weapons like a baby poos on his diaper to be quite honest."
"And you want to take up international?" Alexander Boris, the Minister of Finance and lackey of Cornelius, said.
"It's not in the amount of tanks, weapons, and nukes they have." This would be the Minister of Defence. Field Marshall Alisa Vatten, at fifty-four she killed her first man at eight after a freak Chef Boyarde incident. "It's in his King."
That's where it is, oh yeah!
"But is it in his nukes?"
"Oh no they're just a fluke!"
"Is it in his guns?"
"Hell no, they won't make me run! If you really wanna know if he can truely kill us so, it's in his King."
That's where it is, oh yeah!
"Is it in his big red button?"
"Oh no it really ain't and you seem to have forgotten like a man eats his turducken because if you really wanna know if he can truely kill you so, it's in his King!" That's where it is, oh yeah! "So yes, a King without an army is much scarier then an army without a King. And with all the Kings being idiots, well... not really much of a threat."
"Alexander." Cornelius said. "Will we get richer?"
"Meh."
"Good enough. Alisa, start making offers for things that go boom. Natalie, alert the Emmisaries. Harold-" The Minister of Internal Affairs and not at all important. "-Make Embassy Row ready. Alexander, count the budget. I, will send the message!"
"Of doom sir?" Alexander asked.
"Of dooooooooooooooooom." Cornelius responded.
Official Statement from the Republic
Hello world. I am Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian, the Head of State of the mildly grand Republican City-State of Halisnovski. We ask for Embassies, lots of them. We ask for trade agreements, things that go boom, money, lots of money. What we do not ask for is an Alliance, for an Alliance is a lifetime committment. But if for some strange unacknowledable reason you do want an Alliance, the table is available for talk.
But we warn you, it'll be a very very long talk. The Republic of Halisnovski is as you can see, a very Democratic (or for you uptight liberal college types, Republican) city. I am the Head of the Republican Party and even though we are Socialist at this moment, I am planning to change that.
So therefore, we wait for any message from the outside world. Please? Isolationism is boring you know. We'll be waiting.
In Peace,
Cornelius Ephestian
Prime Minister of Halisnovski
(Hello, I used to be The Island of Rose. I came back because quite frankly, I miss writing. So here I am. I plan to make this the new Carthage, a greedy city state who happens to burst into song from time to time. The first songs was a rap song that I paraphrased from that new Tony Hawk game. Anyway, I hope anyone remembers me -_-)
"What they do?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I just had to beat the funk out of some niggas. They was all like 'Yo you gay' and I was just shoppin' for the new Timberlands, you know the ones."
"Yeah."
"And I was all like 'Yo I don't want no fight I just lookin' for Tims.' And they was like tryin' to step to me like they know me, word?"
"Word."
"But they tried steppin' to me so I was like 'Yo yo, if you don't stop steppin' to me I swear to my Motha', I Imma flip my wig off, straight up"
"Straight up?"
"Straight up."
"Straight up?"
"Straight up."
"Straight up?"
"Straight up. So then I was all like 'Your country's crazy babeh, my country's crazy too. You got you weapons ready, we got our weapons too, and we be fightin' all the way to till the end of time.'"
"Once again."
"Your country's crazy babeh, my country's crazy too. You got you weapons ready, we got our weapons too, and we be fightin' all the way to till the end of time."
"So that's how we got those colonies Mr. Prime Minister?"
"Yes Chancellor. Now I'm off to my morning massage."
The Republic of Halisnovski. A modern day Carthage, minus the whole worship of pagan gods and child sacrifice. No, on the contrary, it was the Eastern Church who had the spiritual power here. A young city-state, it just came out of a socialist Government that well err... kinda screwed up the economy and whatnot. But whatever! The Head of State here is Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian, yes I just made that up. The man he was talking to was the Minister of Finance, Alexander Boris.
Halisnovski is a Republican City-State who uses the common European form of Executive, Legislative, and Judicial law. A Parliament, Ministers, and... well may a Grand Court of Justice, who knows. There are five parties within the Parliament. The Socialists, Communists, Republicans (ruling party), Centrists, and Imperialists. Yes I made that up too.
But now to the story. The Republic is about to go international, and the four Ministers are going to have a meeting, because all Ministers have meetings. It's the "in" thing apparently, but that's besides the point. The Prime Minister will be presiding, due to the fact that he's the Prime Minister. And to tell you the truth I shouldn't even be explaining this to you, but Hell, I already am and it's too late to take it all back ain't it? But roight then, and yes I meant roight, to the meeting...!
"Good day all. As Prime Minister I pushed for the... pushing of the Republic towards the international spotlight. Now then, who the important peoples we should contact?"
"None sir." That would be Natalie Brittanica, Minister of Foreign Affairs. She looks twenty but is actually fourty. Like Gwen Stefani! (Ba dum chh)
"So you're saying that of all of the thousands of nation of Earth and all of its mirrors, there is not a single superpower." Cornelius responded.
"Yes sir." Natalie said. "They're too busy waving their giant phalluses of steel to realize that world peace is easily attainable. That and, they're use nuclear weapons like a baby poos on his diaper to be quite honest."
"And you want to take up international?" Alexander Boris, the Minister of Finance and lackey of Cornelius, said.
"It's not in the amount of tanks, weapons, and nukes they have." This would be the Minister of Defence. Field Marshall Alisa Vatten, at fifty-four she killed her first man at eight after a freak Chef Boyarde incident. "It's in his King."
That's where it is, oh yeah!
"But is it in his nukes?"
"Oh no they're just a fluke!"
"Is it in his guns?"
"Hell no, they won't make me run! If you really wanna know if he can truely kill us so, it's in his King."
That's where it is, oh yeah!
"Is it in his big red button?"
"Oh no it really ain't and you seem to have forgotten like a man eats his turducken because if you really wanna know if he can truely kill you so, it's in his King!" That's where it is, oh yeah! "So yes, a King without an army is much scarier then an army without a King. And with all the Kings being idiots, well... not really much of a threat."
"Alexander." Cornelius said. "Will we get richer?"
"Meh."
"Good enough. Alisa, start making offers for things that go boom. Natalie, alert the Emmisaries. Harold-" The Minister of Internal Affairs and not at all important. "-Make Embassy Row ready. Alexander, count the budget. I, will send the message!"
"Of doom sir?" Alexander asked.
"Of dooooooooooooooooom." Cornelius responded.
Official Statement from the Republic
Hello world. I am Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian, the Head of State of the mildly grand Republican City-State of Halisnovski. We ask for Embassies, lots of them. We ask for trade agreements, things that go boom, money, lots of money. What we do not ask for is an Alliance, for an Alliance is a lifetime committment. But if for some strange unacknowledable reason you do want an Alliance, the table is available for talk.
But we warn you, it'll be a very very long talk. The Republic of Halisnovski is as you can see, a very Democratic (or for you uptight liberal college types, Republican) city. I am the Head of the Republican Party and even though we are Socialist at this moment, I am planning to change that.
So therefore, we wait for any message from the outside world. Please? Isolationism is boring you know. We'll be waiting.
In Peace,
Cornelius Ephestian
Prime Minister of Halisnovski
(Hello, I used to be The Island of Rose. I came back because quite frankly, I miss writing. So here I am. I plan to make this the new Carthage, a greedy city state who happens to burst into song from time to time. The first songs was a rap song that I paraphrased from that new Tony Hawk game. Anyway, I hope anyone remembers me -_-)