NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I'm godmoding, but you, packing several hundred troops in side an airplane and unloading them without having the entire blackhelm confederacy army on your ass, isn't godmoding? Plus, between the bar and the bomb was several layers of concrete and lead walls.

ooc what happen to the two wolf kill they are dead on the floor they not stand having a somke and a drink

The two men you killed are dead, dead as dead. Wolf is dead as well. If Wolf is still alive then so are my men

OOC: The rabbit is already exterminated in the Brzno region, thanks to Myxmatois-D1. :p
what about the other 9,999 rabits?

ooc he got you there

OOC: I'm godmoding, but you, packing several hundred troops in side an airplane and unloading them without having the entire blackhelm confederacy army on your ass, isn't godmoding? Plus, between the bar and the bomb was several layers of concrete and lead walls.

OOC: they didnt do anything, did they? They just sat in the airport and came out to threaten some policemen right before takeoff. And your godmoding is rather weak compared to others, so my apologies good sir/madam :)

OOC: I'm godmoding, but you, packing several hundred troops in side an airplane and unloading them without having the entire blackhelm confederacy army on your ass, isn't godmoding? Plus, between the bar and the bomb was several layers of concrete and lead walls.

You also rped there being almost no secuirity at the airport. Have you ever been to an airport? on a quite day there are armed marines there. And after a bomb goes off in a club, im sure there would be more.

You also rped there being almost no secuirity at the airport. Have you ever been to an airport? on a quite day there are armed marines there. And after a bomb goes off in a club, im sure there would be more.

OOC: No i have never been to an airport actually, is the security similar to a train station because its not so great there

OOC wolf had fucking armour for the love of god and bless with luck

what about the other 9,999 rabits?

OOC: I was referring to the species, 'the rabbit'. It's plural. Fool. :rolleyes:

Furthermore, airport security already had to deal with a BRDM-2 which unloaded a couple of 76mm shells, blowing up a light plane and fuel bowser, and setting a small area of the airport alight. So I reckon the SS company can deal with some cops. :p

wolf had fucking armour for the love of god...

Lastly, body armour isn't that effective, and when you're shot 100 times plus at close range with high-power assault rifle rounds, it just... doesn't work. Sorry! :D

OOC FT body armour yes not MT and wolf would not let some one get that close to him
he has been in the army from age 12

OOC FT body armour yes not MT and wolf would not let some one get that close to him
he has been in the army from age 12

OOC: He was inside a bar. INSIDE. This means that he was at most 15-20 feet from the SS men. :headbang: He shot and killed two, and the rest pumped him full of high-powered 7.62 rounds. Then they cut his arms and legs off. He's dead.

Close range, by the way, for an assault rifle is about ... ooh, 50-100 metres? Which is 150'-300' - 15 or 20 feet with an assault rifle is point blank range! :rolleyes:

ooc full body armour legs ,arms to
not telling how its made and yes i can walk in it
and i use 9.99mm tarydium crystal rounds in my assault rifle grenades launcher all so tech iam not telling you about

OOC: What difference does his ammo make? Wolf killed two of the 12 SS men in his random spraying and praying of the room. In the return fire, they killed Wolf.

Body armour is, of course, removable, and has joints. They chopped his arms and legs off - after having shot him in the face. Five times.

Face it. Wolf is dead, dead, dead.

OOC what joints it looks like clothing and have you not hear of a face plate
and was he not shooting at guards and poeple that were there before you came so he be aim

OOC: You make no sense.

The SS men obviously lifted up the faceplate before shooting him. They're not stupid. Unlike you.

ooc it made of a woven material so no joints like i said last time you would not get near him so got over it some one who been a soldier from the of
age 12 is not going to be a dummy let some near him who want to kill him is he now

ooc it made of a woven material so no joints like i said last time you would not get near him so got over it some one who been a soldier from the of
age 12 is not going to be a dummy let some near him who want to kill him is he now

OOC: someone who has been a soldier from the age of 12 is not going to open fire when a squad of heavily armed soldiers are around him, are they?

OOC: You misunderstand. Not only do you not need to be 'near' someone to kill them with an assault rifle, but the SS men and Wolf were in the same room. This automatically makes them 'at close range'.

Finally, even if it's woven, the kinetic energy from the impacts will knock him over, stun him, and render him immobile, and certainly cause traumatic internal damage. Then the SS man took his faceplate off and shot him.

He's dead. DEAD. How much simpler does it have to be?

ooc halo helmet my helmet is copy of it and the room is big not small
he is a 2 meter tall now a super soldier think to tech

lord admiral christopher birchenough of the massive island empire left behind by what was the british empire (they still call themselves britain)
stroles into the building completely unprotected when a carzy hobo charges at him with a knife
the lord admiral remains completely calm
the hobo reaches him but is shot down by 10 hidden marksmen the admiral brought with him in secret

is anybody going to greet me?

"fine then"
the admiral walked back out over the body of the dead hobo

wolf who was not dead walk and said hi welcome

ooc halo helmet my helmet is copy of it and the room is big not small
he is a 2 meter tall now a super soldier think to tech

OOC: :headbang: In. Which. Case. They. Took. The. Helmet. Off.

You know what? Fuck it.

IC: LOL AL MY MENZ R SUPERMAN BUT BETAR AN THEY PWN U ALL lol lol lol!

ooc lot

The not-dead SS men kept on hugging Wolf, drawing strange looks from many. One started singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb"

MI SUPARMENZ PWN TEH SS lol lol lol

the gunship were stell looking for the van whan the order to came back to the club came over the radio

Suparmenz Destroy Thhe Gunships With Ther Laser Eyes!!!!!!1! They Explose And Kill Al On Bord

The not-dead SS men kept on hugging Wolf, drawing strange looks from many. One started singing "Mary Had A Little Lamb"
OOC why not we had vamps,demons,gods

There is no way you could have gotten a bomb into the club first of all, and there is a special forces barracks across the street. Everything you said is ignored. Wolf you're still alive.

There is no way you could have gotten a bomb into the club first of all, and there is a special forces barracks across the street. Everything you said is ignored. Wolf you're still alive.
OOC ok
IC outside two dropship landed in the air was four gunship as escort
out get the imperial family of four, two priests one a man the other a woman and 12 guards.
one of the guard walks over to the guard at the door and hands over the fee for all and said ''we are here of the wedding"

OOC ok
IC outside two dropship landed in the air was four gunship as escort
out get the imperial family of four, two priests one a man the other a woman and 12 guards.
one of the guard walks over to the guard at the door and hands over the fee for all and said ''we are here of the wedding"
"You need to pay extra for those sort of things." Tufaar said, passing by. "Which reminds me. Your people are still wanted for attempted murder."


OOC: Ever heard of anti-aircraft guns? Get really, already!

Why is everyone killing each other?

OOC: Were not, there was a disturbance. The rabbits are taking care of them now.
And 'rabbit' is not plural. Learn some grammer, it is extremly important when it comes to being understood.

OOC: No i have never been to an airport actually, is the security similar to a train station because its not so great there
No, its nothing like a train station. Think armed gaurds standing at the only entrance to the terminal. There is one way into the terminal and one way out. There is no back door. Airport runways can only be accessed through the gate, there are no ungaurded service doors you can bust through.

No, its nothing like a train station. Think armed gaurds standing at the only entrance to the terminal. There is one way into the terminal and one way out. There is no back door. Airport runways can only be accessed through the gate, there are no ungaurded service doors you can bust through.

OOC: woops, sorry :( Are we restarting from before the suicide bombers?

Oh man, again?! What did I miss now? I'm still in this, I guess, even know I have missed some more things.

No skgorria. i believe the owner of the club decided to ignore you completly.

occ I gotta tell ya I actually read through all that and now I am stupider because of it, thanks a lot new guys you really have no tact do you? You guys come ot the club and basically start a mini war, wow congratulations. And Chulain not even a thank you for saving your life?

(by the way your in crippling pain right now, a small price to pay for the sanctity of your everlasting soul dont you think)

OOC: Were not, there was a disturbance. The rabbits are taking care of them now.
And 'rabbit' is not plural. Learn some grammer, it is extremly important when it comes to being understood.

1) "We're" not "Were."
2) The word 'rabbit', when discussing the species, is indeed a plural. As in, "the wolf...","the bear..." etc etc.
3) "grammar" not "grammer".

Learn to spell, it's extremely important when it comes to being understood. :upyours:

Furthermore, I got the backpack-bombs into the building by attacking the guards. :rolleyes:

Finally, hurrah for war-starting! Mission accomplished! :D

No skgorria. i believe the owner of the club decided to ignore you completly.

OOC: but, I feel so unloved...:(

IC: Ianovich snapped out of his daydream and realised he was still in the Club. His fantasy had been interrupted by von Braunich vomitting on his shoes. Disgusted, Ianovich grabbed von Braunich's tie and wiped the worst of it off. His attention turned to the new arrivals...

...who spat in his direction.

"Nazi swine!" yelled Frank, flicking a v in their general direction.

Gorobets launched himself up, but was restrained by the iron grip of Ianovich. "Relax my friend, this is a place of relaxation and peace. We're all friends here," he spoke in a soothing tone. Raising his voice so that Frank could here him, "besides, we burned enough of her kind of filth during the days of the Iron Rule eh?" With that, the SS men laughed and had another drink

Frank paled, then screamed; "Just be glad of your diplomatic immunity, human waste!"
"Germs," chimed in Stepanov, "pigs in uniform!"
"Remember Holovoz Farm, swines," shouted Brandt, "you bled well enough there!"

Laughing raucously, the Atopian militia clinked their glasses together.

"To the revolution!" they chorused.

"Aye, we bled well enough there" retorted Petersen, "We'd expect nothing less than treachery from you Bolsheviks. You were quick enough to turn on us when the Czar came, you germs"

"I guess your lack of government means a lack of honour!" yelled Gorobets

"Remember this song, eh Frank?" yelled Ianovich and broke into song, which the other SS men joined in

Flag high, ranks closed,
The S.S. marches with silent solid steps.
Comrades shot by the red front and reaction
March in spirit with us in our ranks.

The street free for the black battalions,
The street free for the Storm Squad.
Millions, full of hope, look up at Skgorria;
The day breaks for freedom and for bread.

For the last time the call will now be blown;
For the struggle now we all stand ready.
Soon will fly Hitler-flags over every street;
Slavery will last only a short time longer.

Flag high, ranks closed,
The S.S. marches with silent solid steps.
Comrades shot by the red front and reaction
March in spirit with us in our ranks.

"Recognise it?" taunted Ianovich, "it's what we sung whilst we shovelled your grandparents into the ovens!"

"Aye, but you can't stand against the might of the international working class, fascist bastards - never have, never will!"

So saying, the eight militia stood, fists clenched, and broke into their own song, oblivious to the odd looks they were getting.

The people's flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts blood dyed its every fold.
Then raise the scarlet standard high.

Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow's vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.

Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.

Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.

Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man's frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.

Within its shade we'll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We'll keep the red flag flying here.

With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.

As they finished, they screamed out "THEY SHALL NOT PASS!" and laughed again...

"And you didn't," laughed Chulain, "not in 1992 when you tried at the Vrzya Crossing, and not in 1944 when we smashed you from your perch and hung you by the dozen!"

Clapping slowly, Ianovich stood. "Well done, comrades, well done all. It seems that there are enough brains in Atopiana to put together a choir." The SS men chuckled at that, but Ianovich motioned for them to be silent.
"However Atopianans, you would do well to remember that at Vryza our men were tired from slaughtering your women and children, and you needed the Grossetapians or we would have crushed you like the dogs you are! And it took you 3 years to muster up the courage to challenge us in '44, and then you had the Red Army with you as well. Looks like the Atopianans aren't so brilliant after all" he finished smuggly

"The dog can talk! How amusing," sneered Brandt, "unfortunately it only spouts lies and half-truths."
"A question, if I may," drawled Chulain from his chair, "how is it tiring slaughtering the innocents? Can it be that the much-vaunted Skgorrian military has difficulties shooting children? Surely not, you are, after all, the ever-victorious Skgorria."
"Don't forget," volunteered Franks, "we've been holding you off with substandard equipment for 11 years now. Surely even your air force can't be so incompetant as to fail at bombing us off our Grand Line - oh! Wait! Yes it is!"

The Atopians laughed, although their tone had changed - venom had crept into their conversation, and their words dripped with ice...

Petersen laughed "We tire of shooting your women and children because there are so many of them! It's like hunting lice, only the lice are worth more than your miserable hides"

Zolyar joined in "And if you're all about spreading the revolution, then why don't you come down off your Grand Line and have a real fight. Oh wait, that's right, you can't and don't want to, 'cause the Big Bad Statists will annihilate you! Rather than help your working class comrades, you'd prefer to sit behind those lines and talk big!" He then raised his voice "Through fields of blood and pain..."

The rest of the squad joined in "Skgorria marches on!"

"To counter simply, you running dogs of capitalism, we fight an asymmetric war. After all, it was only last - month, was it? Yes, last month - that our comrades-in-arms penentrated your so-called security and blew up your capital's police chief. Propaganda of the deed, and all that!"

Frank grinned, settled back into her chair, and presented her middle finger to the Skgorrians.

"Oh, comrades," called Stepanov, "I think this calls for a rousing rendition of Swastika Eyes to celebrate our Skgorrian friends' politics, don't you?"

Once more the party launched into song;

"Your soul don't burn,
You darken the sun, you
Rain down fire on everyone,
Scabs, police, government thieves;
Venal psychic amputees!
Parasitic, you're syphilitic!
Parasitic, you're syphilitic!

Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes!

I'll vent my spleen, I'll keep my dreams,
My flesh, my bones, my soul, I own.
My mind's a weapon immune from infection,
Blood in my eyes, my vision is clear!
Parasitic you're syphilitic!
Parasitic you're syphilitic!

Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes!

I see your autosuggestion psychology,
Elimination policy!
A military, industrial,
Illusion of democracy!

Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes!
You got
Swastika eyes, swastika eyes, swastika eyes!

Petersen leaned forward, "Let's talk about asymetric warfare, shall we? I believe that's Atopianan for 'being coward and liars'. Go home children and stop playing at war, leave this to the real soldiers"

Ianovich once again spoke "And on the issue of penetrating enemy territory, how about a small maths lesson: take one Atopianan border city called Spolets, add the Skgorrian airforce armed with sarin, and what do you get?"

"Several thousand dead Atopianans!" laughed one of the SS men, and they all joined in

"Comparing fuckin' atrocities now are we," sniffed Frank, "well, we all know you win that cock-swinging contest, darlings, but we also all know only Anarchists are pretty!"
"Well said, comrade," laughed Chulain, "but don't forget the Skgorrian military disaster and the reason they sarin-gassed Spolets. 1993, the dying months of the war, and the Spolets Offensive. Ran into our defence in depth and you lost, what, 192 tanks and fifteen thousand men to men and women playing at soldiers? Excellent moment for the elite Skgorrian 5th SS Division!"

"Funny you should say dying" spat Petersen, "because dying is all Atopians are good for."

"How did you get defenses that strong? Oh yes I remember," Ianovich crowed, "you pulled everything you had from the Haljak Pocket, and what happened there? 3 companies of Skgorrian regulars break through over 2 batallions worth of Special Service Division!"

"And don't forget how they abandoned the Grosstapians to shore up Spolets" reminded Zolyar, "solidarity indeed. More like more Bolshevik treachery!"

"The Haljak Pocket's Special Service Division made the ultimate sacrifice," smirked Brandt, "and besides, everyone knows they were the remnants of authoritarian dictators who had brutalised our people for years. Hardly treachery to let them fend for themselves for a while!"

The Atopians laughed, and clinked glasses once more.

"Anyway," continued Brandt, "there was a Brigade at Haljak, and that last battalion held your advance up long enough for us to redeploy and push you back fifty miles. I know. I was there!"

"Would you Krauts and champagne socialists shut up?!?" Tufaar shouted at the two opposing factions, "Man! No wonder Kidd is knocking of the Germans, and Romanov the Reds. I'm surprised I haven't added you to the lists for the chambers!"

mean while inside wolf was helping the gaurds move the bodys of the six man he had kill after they they came to kill him
" bloody helghans"said wolf as he pick one up

OOC: @Atopiana & Skgorria: If you two are going to be pulling crap like that again, make your own damn thread and stop trying to waste everyone else's characters. Or do I have to detonate a Genesis Device in the heart of each of your nations and whipe you out and then start over from scratch? I can and I will if I have to.

Now, do we have to get the mods involved? Please just leave us in peace and never return. A'right?

@Imperial isa: Just ignore them and continue RPing. No need to let those wankers spoil what was a good RP before they jumped in and tried to kill everyone.

@Blackhelm Confederacy: If you need help running things when your AFK, let us know and I'm sure we can work something out. At least something that would prevent crap like that from happening again.

IC: Descending silently through the clouds was a Mosquito class (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuest%20DSV/mosquito4.jpg) runabout. At sixty-nine meters long, fourty-one meters wide, and fourteen meters high, it had a crew complement of four and to sixty passengers can be accommodated, with an emergency limit of two-hundred-fifty. Of course, this one wasn't carrying as many.

Due to the hostile clime of recent times, Princess Elyon Weena Brown, part of the SeaQuestian Imperial family and the ruler of the sub-nation of SeaQuest DSV, had decided to forgoe her usual unarmed transport, it was in a drydock anyways for the time being, and had still arrived in style as benefiting her position.

Fluid Time Later

The Mosquito touched down near the Lambda shuttle that an earlier arrival had parked on the establishment's landing pads (OOC: Assuming he/she hasn't left). Once it was safe, the port air-lock slid open.

First, four of the Light Empire's combat droids stepped out and flanked the hatch. These were 'elite' varients and could be distinguished from lesser varients due to their white Vorlon armor. Next came four Lancers, more commonly known as Marines in some other nations, only a Lancer could easily beat any group of the best any Marines they came across due to their superior training. After them came two people in the uniforms of Argosy special ops. Lastly, but not least, Princess Elyone herself emerged flanked by two of the personal guard varient of the combat droids. Their golden Vorlon armor glinting in the sun's light.

Princess Elyon strode inside with her enterouge(sp?) in tow. They paused only briefly to pay a small fortune in the purest quality in natural diamonds for a permament membership before emerging inside upon the dispicable scene of two groups of soldiers trying to pick a fight with each other.

After a few minutes of hearing their pointless bickering back and forth, it was obvious that she was glad when the Spiral Sun member voiced his own concurring opinion.

Princess Elyon Weena Brown (http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b91/SeaQuest_Sim/Schematics/SeaQuest%20DSV/elyon1.gif) appeared to be fourteen-years-old. But of course, appearances can be quite deceptive and she, as the most powerful Light Paradine in all three SeaQuests, was far older than she looked.

"You need to pay extra for those sort of things." Tufaar said, passing by. "Which reminds me. Your people are still wanted for attempted murder."
OOC: Ever heard of anti-aircraft guns? Get really, already!

OOC attempted murder of who
i can say the some for tufaar droping chandeliers

"You don't understand. You don't understand. it comes, it comes. I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I'm not going back, I'm not going back." She said, then she burst into tears.

That was when it appeared.

One second it wasn't there, the next second it was.

It most closely resembled a ball of green mucus. It had one large eye and two arms. it had a mouth full of sharp fangs and rather sharp claws. It wasn't very powerful and clearly a servant of whomever she escaped from.

"Ahh, there she is. Pardon me folks, this Girl ran away from my master. I've been sent to retrive her. Come now Aiko, leave your Dolls and come with me." The creature said.

Aiko, for that really was her name, stood up.

"I said I wasn't going back." She said.

Magesha stood up, and drew his Katana. Kiku somehow managed to get ahold of some ninja stars. They both stepped in front of Aiko.

"The day I allow you to touch Princess Aiko, my Long lost Daughter, is the day i am dead. That day is not today." Magesha said.

"We'll explain it later." Kiku said to Aiko.

OOC-Can some one interact with my guys? I want to join in this before it turns into a war or something with Atopiana and Skgorria and possibly others or something.

OOC: what is AFK?

The Chancellor walked over to greet the seeming little girl. "Hello there young lady, my name is Lucius Blackhelm, Chancellor of this Confederacy. Now, where are your parents?"

Kajeenith stood up, as well as Jiralyn.

"She may not be of our following, but we will not stand idly by while an innocent person gets harmed." Kajeenith said.

Things just seemed to grow hazy around him and Jiralyn, as they prepared to fight the Mucus demon.

"What do ya say, Marius, Let me have the damned who deserve punishment, you have the good who deserve rewarding? seems this fellow could do with some, "Punishment."" Kajeenith said.

OOC-Can some one interact with my guys? I want to join in this before it turns into a war or something with Atopiana and Skgorria and possibly others or something.
OOC you can talk to my emperor whan he gets inside

OOC: @Blackhelm Confederacy: AFK is short for Away From Keyboard. Basically, when you're not here to take care of trouble makers yourself.

@Wellington Island: Feel free to saunter over to where my characters are.

IC: Through half-closed eyelids, Elyon studied the Chancellor.

Regarding the man dryly, she responded, in a demeaning tone, "I don't see what business it is of yours."

OOC: Oh, before I forget, I've modeled the design for my combat droids after the Cylons from the new BSG. Only SQDSV's are gold in color (the ones without Vorlon (white or gold (or more golden than normal)) armor) and have a blue 'eye'. Shadow SeaQuest, my dark nation, has black versions (the ones without Shadow armor (which is even blacker)) and the standard blood red 'eye'.

Note-My nation is one with Stalin still alive but not really as leader.

A man, dressed in Soviet military uniform appeared, guarded by many guards. Something was familiar about this man. He had a moustache for one. He was a built man, still in ok health. He was....Joseph Stalin.

The guards payed the fees and Stalin stepped into the clubroom. People looked to see Uncle Joe come in and sit down. The guards guarded him, to make sure no one would get him, especially the Skgorrians (who I see don't like Bolsheviks, etc).

Stalin looked around and said nothing, he just looked around. Stalin was not that old, though in real life he died in 1953, here, he was still going strong.

Stalin talked to a guard in Russian as he looked around from his chair.

Would anyone talk to Stalin? Or would they probably try to kill him, the Man of Steel?

Kajeenith stood up, as well as Jiralyn.

"She may not be of our following, but we will not stand idly by while an innocent person gets harmed." Kajeenith said.

Things just seemed to grow hazy around him and Jiralyn, as they prepared to fight the Mucus demon.

"What do ya say, Marius, Let me have the damned who deserve punishment, you have the good who deserve rewarding? seems this fellow could do with some, "Punishment."" Kajeenith said.

Marius gave a chuckle and clapped Kajeenith on the shoulder. "The man has lost all favor in my eyes, he is not worth salvation, none of them are, they did not leave, he seems intent on killing everyone here. He is yours." He said without emotion on his face.

"None of them do, you can take them all, I won't interfere." He said taking a seat next to the little girl a look of cotent on his face, though his eyes searched the crowd constantly.

Marius gave a chuckle and clapped the white man on the shoulder. "The man has lost all favor in my eyes, he is not worth salvation, he did not leave, he seems intent on killing everyone here. He is yours." He said without emotion on his face.

"None of them do, you can take them all, I won't interfere." He said taking a seat next to the little girl.

Who is Marius talking to? Did I miss anything? Also, I don't know if I will be in this anymore, I've missed too much and everyone just wants to kill everyone.

o.o.c. sorry made it a bit more easier to understand I was talking to Kajeenith.

Who is Marius talking to? Did I miss anything? Also, I don't know if I will be in this anymore, I've missed too much and everyone just wants to kill everyone.
OOC: Thus why I've got such, uh, strong defenses. Magick and tech go so well together when you've had as much time as I've had to work out the kinks, so things would probably go bad for any trouble-maker(s) (I may even let some of the others help and/or join in the fun of the beatdown on the trouble-maker(s)).

Note-My nation is one with Stalin still alive but not really as leader.

A man, dressed in Soviet military uniform appeared, guarded by many guards. Something was familiar about this man. He had a moustache for one. He was a built man, still in ok health. He was....Joseph Stalin.

The guards payed the fees and Stalin stepped into the clubroom. People looked to see Uncle Joe come in and sit down. The guards guarded him, to make sure no one would get him, especially the Skgorrians (who I see don't like Bolsheviks, etc).

Stalin looked around and said nothing, he just looked around. Stalin was not that old, though in real life he died in 1953, here, he was still going strong.

Stalin talked to a guard in Russian as he looked around from his chair.

Would anyone talk to Stalin? Or would they probably try to kill him, the Man of Steel?

OOC-I've read the thread a bit, you guys must be having a good time or something, eh?

OOC-I've read the thread a bit, you guys must be having a good time or something, eh?

OOC: I've read it too, and now I'm just waiting for BC to get back to respond to my response. Of course, anyone else who's there IC'ly should feel free to come up and join in the conversation. Though try something with the Princess, and you'll be lucky if her guards get to you first.

OOC: I've read it too, and now I'm just waiting for BC to get back to respond to my response. Of course, anyone else who's there IC'ly should feel free to come up and join in the conversation. Though try something with the Princess, and you'll be lucky if her guards get to you first.

I could but the only guy I have is Joseph Stalin, who I have representing my nation at the club. I don't know if Stalin could join the conversation himself.

OOC: I've read it too, and now I'm just waiting for BC to get back to respond to my response. Of course, anyone else who's there IC'ly should feel free to come up and join in the conversation. Though try something with the Princess, and you'll be lucky if her guards get to you first.

Who is BC?

Marius gave a chuckle and clapped Kajeenith on the shoulder. "The man has lost all favor in my eyes, he is not worth salvation, none of them are, they did not leave, he seems intent on killing everyone here. He is yours." He said without emotion on his face.

"None of them do, you can take them all, I won't interfere." He said taking a seat next to the little girl a look of cotent on his face, though his eyes searched the crowd constantly.

Fire surrounded the Demon booger, and engulfed it. It lost all free will.

"Now speak, who is your master?" Kajeenith asked.

I could but the only guy I have is Joseph Stalin, who I have representing my nation at the club. I don't know if Stalin could join the conversation himself.

OOC: Why not? Its a club where national leaders interact, not guards.

Who is BC?

OOC: That was shorthand for Blackhelm Confederacy.

"Well, little girl, how did you get here? I'm sure your parents are some powerful diplomats from overseas"

in walks the isan.
the gaurds move to cover the room as the guard that front had told them that wolf had been attack by assassins
as they move in they can see wolf picking up a body an taking it away
the three ladys walk over to imperial family an courtesy
"ladys you dont have to do that" said the emperor

"Well, little girl, how did you get here? I'm sure your parents are some powerful diplomats from overseas"
Elyon had noted the booger demon, but let Kajeenith continue to handle it for now. She didn't want to reveal all her cards just yet.

With a raised eyebrow, she returned her attention to the Chancellor.

With an arrogant smirk, which wasn't reflected in her eyes, she replied, "Of course they are. But you think so small. I already know you have people here from much farther away than that. Of course," she gestures at the combat droids with the Lancers who were standing a respectful distance away and the two personal guard versions that continued to flank her, "I would think that those would be dead give aways."

OOC: No hard feelings. She's just having a little fun at your character's expense.

OOC: Why not? Its a club where national leaders interact, not guards.



OOC: That was shorthand for Blackhelm Confederacy.

OOC-I am NOT Imperial Lesbos.

OOC-Well, I guess I could. I don't know if anyone would interact, even look at Stalin but here is goes.

Stalin got up and began walking, with guards. He passed by Marius and the little girl and took a seat near them. ''Feels like Potsdam.'' Stalin muttered in Russian, remembering Roosevelt and Churchill. Stalin sat there, just thinking of things. He then looked to a guard who was in need to talk to Comrade Stalin.

Would Marius and/or the girl talk to Stalin?

Fire surrounded the Demon booger, and engulfed it. It lost all free will.

"Now speak, who is your master?" Kajeenith asked.

OOC: LOL at demon booger. Actually, I'm not trying to kill anyone with my nation, I'm trying to kill people with Oni, better known to westren Culture as Demons. The Girl, Aiko, is just something i thought up almost entirely from two sources, The Dancing Calbrena doll boss from FFIV, and The Dollmaster's mace from Fable, with a dash of Pinocchio thrown in for good measure.
If more people take intrest in Aiko, I'll accelerate it to a more intresting section. One person tried a War, but I'll try something in thread. After all, our leaders do nothing but sit around and drink, and now, bicker. Enough with the small talk, its getting old. Lets go on an adventure. I call it, The Dollmistress.

IC: The Oni, tried to fight the control, but it was weak.

"My master is Cruelty, you should know it well, Mad God of Darkness. Though, it seems that soft freak, would know nothing of cruelty." it said. Then it killed itself.

"Cruelty? The great Oni Cruelty? Cruelty is second only to the top six Oni." Magesha said, gripping his Katana all the harder, before putting it away.

Aiko embraced Marius, who was sitting next to her, (OOC: I think, if i read your post right.) and and sobbed quietly.

Kajeenith moved the Booger Demon to another reality.

Jiralyn sat next to Stalin.

"So, your that famous Stalin? Nobody told me, just how handsome you were." She said.

OOC: I would seriously think twice about trying to date Jiralyn, dates with her usually involve a black eye and a couple of broken bones, possibly a missing rib. And that's just dating. No man, even in her species, has ever lived past the Honeymoon. Females in her species are rather violent, especially in love, romance, and, other things....

Kajeenith moved the Booger Demon to another reality.

Jiralyn sat next to Stalin.

"So, your that famous Stalin? Nobody told me, just how handsome you were." She said.

OOC: I would seriously think twice about trying to date Jiralyn, dates with her usually involve a black eye and a couple of broken bones, possibly a missing rib. And that's just dating. No man, even in her species, has ever lived past the Honeymoon. Females in her species are rather violent, especially in love, romance, and, other things....

OOC-Yes, someone talking to good old Uncle Joe!

Stalin turned to look at Jiralyn. He smiled and said ''You are not that bad yourself.'' Stalin was still a ok man, even after all these years. He looked at her with a look. The guards also had a look at Jiralyn. ''I was one of the leaders who defeated the Fascist, Hitler.'' Stalin remarked. '"This club remindes of Potsdam, where I talked with Roosevelt and Churchill.''

Stalin looked at her after he ended talking.


OOC-Who said Stalin would try to date her? Also, I hope this is good stuff here.

"lets get a table"said jack
they move to a table and sat down and order drinks
wolf came back a hour later "sorry iam late i had to help clean up the bodys an myself"said wolf who was in clean battle dress with his rifle over his shoulder and handgun in his hip holster

I hope I did a good post (Stalin replying to Jiralyn), Ri-an.

OOC-Yes, someone talking to good old Uncle Joe!

Stalin turned to look at Jiralyn. He smiled and said ''You are not that bad yourself.'' Stalin was still a ok man, even after all these years. He looked at her with a look. The guards also had a look at Jiralyn. ''I was one of the leaders who defeated the Fascist, Hitler.'' Stalin remarked. '"This club remindes of Potsdam, where I talked with Roosevelt and Churchill.''

Stalin looked at her after he ended talking.


OOC-Who said Stalin would try to date her? Also, I hope this is good stuff here.

"Intresting, and now, years later, what do you think of your country today." She asked.

OOC: Don't worry if its good or not, just go with it.

OOC: @The Reborn Stalin: I never said you were. I was just responding to the post and didn't look at the name until after I had hit the submit button. Though, you do have to admit that IL's use of the phrase "I have is...Stalin", which is the character you introduced is rather, shall we say, strange.

IC: Elyon moved towards the most comfortable vacant chair she could find. The two personal guard droids would make sure the Chancellor followed along.

Sitting down, she asked, with a measured air of regal arrogance, "Now, is there a reason why you feel I shouldn't be able to take care of myself?"

OOC: @TheBlackLotusSociety: Sounds like fun. Perhaps we could do a spin-off thread or something. Lol, I can just picture it. National leaders out having fun and going on adventures.

"Intresting, and now, years later, what do you think of your country today." She asked.

OOC: Don't worry if its good or not, just go with it.

OOC-Thanks. Also, I am going for Russia to still be a USSR, with Stalin still around, still thinking actually.

''What do I think of the Motherland? I say it is going ok, I guess. I still live there, you know.'' Stalin said. ''I still live there, yep. In a dacha.'' ''I have not really traveled outside of Russia that much now, I believe but hey, I am here now.'' Stalin remarked.

''Feels like Potsdam with all these leaders here.''

OOC-Thanks. Also, I am going for Russia to still be a USSR, with Stalin still around, still thinking actually.

''What do I think of the Motherland? I say it is going ok, I guess. I still live there, you know.'' Stalin said. ''I still live there, yep. In a dacha.'' ''I have not really traveled outside of Russia that much now, I believe but hey, I am here now.'' Stalin remarked.

''Feels like Potsdam with all these leaders here.''

OOC-I do hope this one is good, I know you said just go with it but I don't want to make bad posts or anything, just a bit wary of that, I guess.

OOC-Thanks. Also, I am going for Russia to still be a USSR, with Stalin still around, still thinking actually.

''What do I think of the Motherland? I say it is going ok, I guess. I still live there, you know.'' Stalin said. ''I still live there, yep. In a dacha.'' ''I have not really traveled outside of Russia that much now, I believe but hey, I am here now.'' Stalin remarked.

''Feels like Potsdam with all these leaders here.''
OOC: quit making OOC: Statments about bad posts, If I feel your making a bad post, I will tell you.

"Yes, Potsdam indeed. you missed the exictement earlier, there was a couple of big fights and everything." Jiralyn said.

OOC: quit making OOC: Statments about bad posts, If I feel your making a bad post, I will tell you.

"Yes, Potsdam indeed. you missed the exictement earlier, there was a couple of big fights and everything." Jiralyn said.

OOC-Sorry. Thanks for your help there.

''I missed big fights? Well, I don't think I would have joined in but I may have chosen to watch.'' Stalin remarked. The guards still stood by their Comrade, making sure everything was ok.

''Excuse me for a bit.'' Stalin said, getting up and going to the bartender, getting a drink. He came back and sat down, taking a bit of his drink.

jiralyn held out her hand, black mist swirled around it, and she snapped her wrist, suddenly she was holding a dring that was thick, dark, and bubbled in a pleasant joyful manner.

She took a sip of hers.

jiralyn held out her hand, black mist swirled around it, and she snapped her wrist, suddenly she was holding a dring that was thick, dark, and bubbled in a pleasant joyful manner.

She took a sip of hers.

Stalin looked at Jiralyn with a look about the appearance of her new drink. ''I never asked but what is your name?'' Stalin asked, not trying anything, just wanting to know who this person was.

He spoke to a guard in Russian and then looked back at Jiralyn.

Stalin looked at Jiralyn with a look about the appearance of her new drink. ''I never asked but what is your name?'' Stalin asked, not trying anything, just wanting to know who this person was.

He spoke to a guard in Russian and then looked back at Jiralyn.
"Jiralyn." She said.

As she waited a response from the Chancellor, Elyon let her gaze wonder around the room studying everyone carefully. She knew from experience they wouldn't consider her a threat, at least not without getting to know her first. She liked that aspect of appearing the way she did. It let her have some interesting times.

OOC: Ri-an, check your TGs.
And now, I'm off to bed.

"Jiralyn." She said.

''Well, you already know my name.'' Stalin said. The guards still kept their place, watching Comrade Stalin.

OOC: @TheBlackLotusSociety: Sounds like fun. Perhaps we could do a spin-off thread or something. Lol, I can just picture it. National leaders out having fun and going on adventures.
OOC tonights news six nationl leaders got piss last night and stole a car and dive through a park and a school

ooc: Yeah you got my post right

Marius looked down at the little girl that held on tightly to his side. He smiled at her, and touched her with a weave of joy, basically it would cause her to feel slight happiness, he truly did not want to see her cry and he hoped it would help. It would also strengthen her will and give her stamina, both of which he could see she needed.

He smiled upon seeing Stalin breathing quietly, "Never before has a man entered my line of sight that so richly deserved Kajeenith's touch."

Turning away he held Aiko tight, she did not flinch upon seeing his white eyes, she reminded him so of his daughter at home. She needed a guardian right then, something hunted her, but what. He lanced out weaves all other the compound striking up traps and alarms. Smiling contentedly when he was done he turned to her, "Now Aiko, why don't we go get some food?"

OOC: @Atopiana & Skgorria: If you two are going to be pulling crap like that again, make your own damn thread and stop trying to waste everyone else's characters. Or do I have to detonate a Genesis Device in the heart of each of your nations and whipe you out and then start over from scratch? I can and I will if I have to.

Now, do we have to get the mods involved? Please just leave us in peace and never return. A'right?

@Imperial isa: Just ignore them and continue RPing. No need to let those wankers spoil what was a good RP before they jumped in and tried to kill everyone.

Actually, everything was fine until Kajineeth or whatever the hell it was decided to try and kill my characters. Then it escalated, and a general firefight broke out. If you will take weapons and bodyguards to a room with alcohol... :rolleyes:

Also, LOL at "a good RP" :p

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"Champagne socialists," spluttered Stepanov, wrenching himself to his feet, "you think we're socialists!? Red and black for anarchism, you pillocks!"
"Calm yourself, comrade, the boss class can't be expected to distinguish between degrees of leftism," soothed Frank, "and at any rate, you'll spill my drink."
"Oh... yeh, sorry, the vodka's a bit strong really, pass us some water would you?"
"Sure," grinned Brandt, sliding a bottle across the mahogany table...

OOC: @Atopiana: IIRC, it was you who GMed what your weapon fire did to Ri-an's character. And that whole bit about trying to blow up the club (ie, assasinating everyone and thus declaring war on every nation represented (not a good idea considering some are FT, others use Magick, and a few do both)).

OOC attempted murder of who
i can say the some for tufaar droping chandeliers
OOC: The Isans attempted to kill just about every early member of the Club. And they're dropped on people who are either invading, or Attacking someone.

OOC-Can some one interact with my guys? I want to join in this before it turns into a war or something with Atopiana and Skgorria and possibly others or something.

"Hello, I am Dictator David Rickards of Skillcrossbones. Who might you be?

"Would you Krauts and champagne socialists shut up?!?" Tufaar shouted at the two opposing factions, "Man! No wonder Kidd is knocking of the Germans, and Romanov the Reds. I'm surprised I haven't added you to the lists for the chambers!"

"KRAUTS?" spluttered Petersen with great indignation, "Don't slur our ideological forefathers in such ways!"

"We are the proud inheritors of National Socialism and the Iron Rule" stated Gorobets with great pride, drawing himself up in his chair. "And many of our nation's greatest and finest are descended from Germans."

"Like me!" chimed in Yuklig with an idiotic grin, and the SS men burst into laughter.

"Skgorria's finest indeed" snorted the grizzled Wunderburg, burping after one too many whiskeys.

Ianovich smirked inwardly at the interaction between his group and the Atopianans, it was an unspoken and uncodified ritual that had existed for countless years. The two groups would trade insults until the subject of Grossetape came up, then...
"Atopianans! Abandoning those Grosstapian bastards was a great service to both of us, let me propose a toast: Death to Grossetapia!" The SS men raised their glasses

OOC: @Atopiana: IIRC, it was you who GMed what your weapon fire did to Ri-an's character. And that whole bit about trying to blow up the club (ie, assasinating everyone and thus declaring war on every nation represented (not a good idea considering some are FT, others use Magick, and a few do both)).

Yeh, he was RPing a god, I was assuming he'd pick himself up off the floor and go "Ha! I am invincible!" not "HURR UR BULETS GO THROO ME lol"

As for blowing up the club, so what? Bodyguards die by the dozen, world leaders don't. Obv. Meh, it's all moot, so get stuffed. I also laugh at HURR MAGIC and HURR GODS but, again, it's all moot, so ... on!

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IC: "A toast, you nazi bastards," yelled the Atopians, leaping to their feet, "to the defeat of Grossetape and the victory of the revolution!"

The two groups necked their vodkas, and yelled "Prosht!" as one. Exchanging grins, they fell back into their seats, ancient ritual complete - for the moment...

After much whispering and encouragement, Beckenbauer stood up and walked over to Frank.
"In the spirit of such things, how about a dance?" His eyes danced with mischief and amusement

Frank laughed, and brought her knee up sharply between Beckenbauer's legs.

"I'm not that pissed yet, scumbag - and don't think I'll forget that ovens crack."

Ri-an, are Jiralyn and Stalin stll having a talk? If not, I will move Stalin somewhere.

Beckenbauer had been fully expecting Frank's response and rolled backwards in a perfectly executed move that spoke well of his physical conditioning and training.

Or at least that was the plan, in fact he dodged Frank's kick but slipped on a piece of ice and fell sprawled across the floor, much to the amusement of the folk from Iron Curtain and many other onlookers.

From his rather obscure viewpoint, Beckenbauer was able to see someone who looked familiar...
"Is that...Stalin?" he puzzled

"Damn, now you'll still be able to have kids," groaned Frank, "although what did you say?!
"Stalin!" said Beckenbauer, in amazement.
"He's dead, you madman," scoffed Brandt, "it must be the vodka, you're hammered!"

OOC: @Atopiana: Ri-an in his former incarnations was one of the go-to guys when it came to Magick. Just do a search for his most used prior name of Warhaven.

TBH, with a character of Kajeenth's level, I'm surprised the bullets didn't just dissapear before even touching him.

Remember, this Club isn't limited to one tech level, so gods mix with mortals, spacefarers mix with seafarers, et cetera. Also, don't forget that those of us with characters with abilities in this thread probably sent our most powerful.

I can tell you right now, its better to plan ahead and get permission to do things using IMs or TGs before you pull something major like that.

IC: Elyon frowned at the general downwardly spiraling trend of things. With a simple gesture, she sent one of the elite combat droids over to break things up.

The white Vorlon armor of the unit smoothly flowing as it strode over to a position between the two 'warring' groups. If things got hostile, its position would allow coverage of both sides.

"Hello, I am Dictator David Rickards of Skillcrossbones. Who might you be?

''I am the Great Chief of Wellington Island. This is my daughter.'' The Great Chief said.

Note- Still thinking on names.

Beckenbauer was annoyed with the stupid Atopian. "Over there you bloody Bolshevik!" he yelled, pointing directly at Stalin, who jumped in suprise. Both parties turned to face Stalin, and their jaws dropped

OOC-Skgorria, before I continue, does your nation have a Nazi or Fascist government? I would like to know.

OOC-Skgorria, before I continue, does your nation have a Nazi or Fascist government? I would like to know.

OOC: Nazi, pure and simple

OOC: Nazi, pure and simple

OOC-Then I can criticize you if you criticize Stalin. Let me think on how to continue.

OOC-Then I can criticize you if you criticize Stalin. Let me think on how to continue.

OOC: Of course "comrade", that's how this game is played :)

OOC: I thought Nazi nations were a no-no on NS.

OOC: I thought Nazi nations were a no-no on NS.

OOC: hey, I don't actually believe any of the stuff, and I don't have a swastika for my flag. I'd be the first to tell you that National Socialism is a peversion of everything and that Hitler was the second most evil man who ever lived (first is Stalin). If people have the freedom to send other people's souls to the void and torture them forever, why can't I have a little ethnic hatred?

OOC: @Atopiana: Ri-an in his former incarnations was one of the go-to guys when it came to Magick. Just do a search for his most used prior name of Warhaven.

TBH, with a character of Kajeenth's level, I'm surprised the bullets didn't just dissapear before even touching him.


Level?! level! HAHAHA!

Whee, wow, when does one get level-up points? Birthdays? Ha, no wonder I can't drive yet, I've not put enough points into Dexterity! :rolleyes:

Yeh, tech-levels I accept, but magic (I'm sorry, 'majik') and gods? Characters with level up points? These are real people, not DnD 'characters'.

Or at least they should be...

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"Well fuck me with a nazi dildo," exclaimed Susanna, "it is Stalin!"
"Naaah, can't be..." breathed Stepanov.

As the rest of the little group, SS and militia alike, were gawping at the apparently resurrected Stalin, Chulain and Brandt were inspecting the strange ... things that had appeared so recently.

"How odd, Comrade," said Brandt, "it appears to be a robot."
"Indeed, Comrade, it seems that the boss-class has finally found a working class that will not rise up."
"Damn them!"
"Well, we don't know they won't..." grinned Chulain as he emptied his glass of water into an orifice in the white robot's shell.
"I like your thinking, Comrade!"

Together, they doused the robots in alcohol of all kinds, then stood back.

"Do you smoke, Comrade Chulain?"
"No, Comrade Brandt, it's bad for your health."
"Yes, Comrade Chulain, it is - observe!"

So saying, he produced a zippo and set fire to the robots.

"Get lost, whoever sent these, we don't need shepherding like your lapdogs - we are our own security!"

Laughing, the two militia turned and joined the group who were inspecting Stalin.

Level?! level! HAHAHA!

Whee, wow, when does one get level-up points? Birthdays? Ha, no wonder I can't drive yet, I've not put enough points into Dexterity! :rolleyes:

Yeh, tech-levels I accept, but magic (I'm sorry, 'majik') and gods? Characters with level up points? These are real people, not DnD 'characters'.

Or at least they should be...

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"Well fuck me with a nazi dildo," exclaimed Susanna, "it is Stalin!"
"Naaah, can't be..." breathed Stepanov.

As the rest of the little group, SS and militia alike, were gawping at the apparently resurrected Stalin, Chulain and Brandt were inspecting the strange ... things that had appeared so recently.

"How odd, Comrade," said Brandt, "it appears to be a robot."
"Indeed, Comrade, it seems that the boss-class has finally found a working class that will not rise up."
"Damn them!"
"Well, we don't know they won't..." grinned Chulain as he emptied his glass of water into an orifice in the white robot's shell.
"I like your thinking, Comrade!"

Together, they doused the robots in alcohol of all kinds, then stood back.

"Do you smoke, Comrade Chulain?"
"No, Comrade Brandt, it's bad for your health."
"Yes, Comrade Chulain, it is - observe!"

So saying, he produced a zippo and set fire to the robots.

"Get lost, whoever sent these, we don't need shepherding like your lapdogs - we are our own security!"

Laughing, the two militia turned and joined the group who were inspecting Stalin.

Stalin looked at the more people coming and talked to a guard in Russian. He stayed where he was, he was not a robot, he was a REAL person. It seems Stalin atrracted a lot of attention in this club.

Snarling, Ianovich proclaimed "It IS Stalin!" and the SS men tensed.

"Stay calm Storm Leader" advised Wunderburg, "this is a neutral place."

"Hey Stalin!" yelled Petersen, "fancy a drink with some of your former subjects?" He waved at a spare seat near the SS men

OOC: @Atopiana: It comes from usage. Ri-an, in his previous NS incarnation, used Kajeenth quite frequently. Its from not only Ri-an RPing with one nation or another for longer than your nation has been around, but also how often the character in question has been used and allowed to evolve and evelop.

And I see you still haven't gotten the message about picking fights with people who could easily kick your arse an infinite number of ways.

@Skgorria: Meh, maybe I just need a refresher on the NS rules.

IC: As the droid had no orifices in its armor, the liquids merely dripped onto the floor. As soon as the lighter appeared, the unit grabbed it in one hand and squeezed until it was useless. Then, just as fast, if not faster, than the blink of an eye, the man who had owned the former Zippo found himself dangling eye-to-'eye' with the droid which was holding the wrist of the hand that had formerly contained the Zippo in a vice-like grip.

The unit then turned, strode to the front door, opened it, and tossed the bugger out on his duff. The droid then returned to its previous position, closing the door behind it.

EDIT (OOC): I choose to ignore your mindless ravings. Your droids are on fire. Undamaged they may well be (I have no idea how advanced those materials are, but hey), but Brandt is most certainly not on his arse. Now kindly piss off and mind your own damn business. :upyours:

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"If we are going to drink with Stalin," proposed Chulain, "then we can drink with the Skgorrians, I think... comrades?"
"Agreed!" was the shouted reply from the militia, some of whom began to clap rythmically - the cue for Brandt and three of the others to begin dancing the Zikr...

The SS men laughed at the lefist foolsas the flames merely burnt off the liquid, causing no damage to the droids.

"Coming over Stalin?"

OOC: @Atopiana: Hmm, I'll add inability to admit when wrong to the list alongside your constant Godmodding.

IC: The unflammable droid continued to monitor the arrogant Atopianans. Though, just to be on the safe side, it charged its built in Force Lance based weapons and set them to stun mode.

[QUOTE=Wellington Island]''I am the Great Chief of Wellington Island. This is my daughter.'' The Great Chief said.QUOTE]

"Hello. Pleased to meet you. What type of government do you have? I can't tell by your title."
OOC: Hey, I got first post again!

"KRAUTS?" spluttered Petersen with great indignation, "Don't slur our ideological forefathers in such ways!"

"We are the proud inheritors of National Socialism and the Iron Rule" stated Gorobets with great pride, drawing himself up in his chair. "And many of our nation's greatest and finest are descended from Germans."

"It's the likes of you that probably made Madison Grant change his mind on the Nordic Theory in The Passing of The Great Race." Tufaar snapped, "The Fascists back then were something else, always invading Czechoslovakia, while I don't any of you do any more than egg bagel shops."

Waving his hand is apathy, Ianovich did not look at Tufaar. "Look here, we're busy talking to our Atopian comrades and what appears to be Stalin reborn. I have no wish to enter with you into a political debate, so stop showing off the fact you've read a few books you cowardly Bolshevik and leave us in peace."

Petersen approached Tufaar, "Sorry mein herr, we get a bit sensitive about our ideology. Hows about a drink on me as way of apology?"

"...Sensitive?" Tufaar asked with a raised eyebrow. "Never mind that. I'm curious about who your current targets are, in the way of race and species."

"Everyone not a Skgorrian!" yelled Brandt as he leapt to the clapping of his comrades, the Zikr's pace increasing with every revolution of the dancers.

Petersen laughed, "You make it sound like a surgical operation, mein herr. But yes, we do have current targets. We have already purged all Zionist and Bolshevik elements from our country during the first Iron Rule, and shortly we turn our attention to Grossetape and crush them like the dogs they are! Hail Victory!"

"Hail victory!" echoed the SS men, raising their arms in the Iron Salute.

Turning his attention to the Atopian, Petersen snarled "Dance away, socialist fool"

"If you want us to dance, we shall stop!"

And they did.

Gorobets yelled, "I grow tired of this political and racial filth!" and seized on the militia's AKs. He then selected single fire and put a bullet through each of the Atopian's faces.

"Do we need to leave now?" moaned Zolyar

The SS men laughed at the lefist foolsas the flames merely burnt off the liquid, causing no damage to the droids.

"Coming over Stalin?"

OOC-Sorry for my lateness.

Stalin did not really want a drink that much at the time so he decided to stay where he was.

OOC-Could not really think of what to post, so I just chose this.

OOC: Damn! I'm dead! :D

Thank the gods for that, the nutcases in this thread were driving me mad!

HUGS TO SKGORRIA!!!!!!

:fluffle: :fluffle: :fluffle: :fluffle: :fluffle:

SS-Sargeant Yuklig approached the dictator. "So Stalin" he began, "how is it that you still walk this earth, but the millions killed under you do not?"

"If you don't all SHUT UP, I'll be turning you into commodities!" Tufaar bellowed

SS-Sargeant Yuklig approached the dictator. "So Stalin" he began, "how is it that you still walk this earth, but the millions killed under you do not?"

A guard came up and said ''Well, what about all the Jews you killed in gas chambers? What about the millions in Russia? The Red Army soldiers forced to walk to Germany, the Jews in Gas Chambers and ghettos, and so on?''

Stalin simply said nothing, the guard was talking right now. ''Yes, I mean, what about those Jews you slaughtered? What about all those mentally challenged people you killed in the T-4 Program?'' the guard continued.

"Pah," spat Yuklig. "It's a shame we were under your rule for so long, or we would've been stronger and sent you packing on the Front. All those Yids? Filth. All those Bolshevik soldiers we took? Filth.They needed to, and deserved to die. Besides" he continued "you misunderstand me, I want to know how you are alive now"

"Pah," spat Yuklig. "It's a shame we were under your rule for so long, or we would've been stronger and sent you packing on the Front. All those Yids? Filth. All those Bolshevik soldiers we took? Filth.They needed to, and deserved to die. Besides" he continued "you misunderstand me, I want to know how you are alive now"

''Does a Jewish girl of let us say 10 or younger deserve to die?'' the guard (who said the previous things, not Stalin) said to Yuklig. ''What about Lidice, when you annihlated an entire village? Or what about Auschwitz? We Red Army men liberated it and saw those bodies and crematoriums.''

''How do children deserve death?''

Stalin looked at Yuklig and said nothing. The guard was talking to Yuklig.

OOC-I am still planning out the story of how Stalin is living.

OOC: @Atopiana: We've put up with your crap for several pages. Now, you either need to drop this provacitive(sp?) attitude of yours or just leave. If need be, I can and will ask a moderator to step in. Now, while you may know how to RP, you don't know how to RP (ie, you can talk the talk, but not walk the walk).

Now, until you can learn to work with others, you can consider yourself under watch.

IC: The elite combat droid, sensing the new hostility, began moving closer to the arguing parties. Using its built in systems, the droid began co-ordinating with the other droids, some of which also moved in towards the danger zone.

A guard came up and said ''Well, what about all the Jews you killed in gas chambers? What about the millions in Russia? The Red Army soldiers forced to walk to Germany, the Jews in Gas Chambers and ghettos, and so on?''

Stalin simply said nothing, the guard was talking right now. ''Yes, I mean, what about those Jews you slaughtered? What about all those mentally challenged people you killed in the T-4 Program?'' the guard continued.
"What of the Doctors Plot and the Refusenik? You were going to sent every remaining Jewe to the gulags? And about the concentration camps, You want to take all the diamonds and gold fillings as spoils!" Tufaar snarled. "Your people shot Polish officers in the back when you retreatd and they raped the Hungarian population! You hypocrites!"

"Gentlemen," said one of the Argosy Spec Ops officers striding over, "Last I checked this wasn't a place where such hostility was allowed. Now, I suggest you either take this outside, or just ignore each other. What is it going to be?"

OOC: that's fine, Yuklig and this guard can have a discussion. If Stalin won't be talkin for a while, how about giving the guard a name? :)

IC: "Of course she does, she's Jewish!" Yuklig rolled his eyes at the guard who seemed unable to understand anything. "She is a racial pollutant and deserves to die, we and our ideological brothers and sisters did the race a favour by getting rid of as many Jews as we did."

Sipping from his drink, Yuklig continued "Yes we know you Red Army troops 'liberated' Auschwitz and got a chance to see our glorious work being done. You know Skgorria set up its own Einsatzgruppen?" he asked. "We didn't need the Germans, we purged our Jews and Bolsheviks by ourselves. And many of our young men fought alongside the Germans, you know a Skgorrian Waffen SS company fought at Berlin."

Yuklig grinned menacingly "Yes you crushed the Germans and us, but we're back. Through fields of blood and pain, Skgorria marches on!" He shouted triumphantly, quoting the Skgorrian national motto

What of the Doctors Plot and the Refusenik? You were going to sent every remaining Jewe to the gulags? And about the concentration camps, You want to take all the diamonds and gold fillings as spoils!" Tufaar snarled. "Your people shot Polish officers in the back when you retreatd and they raped the Hungarian population! You hypocrites!

''It was the Nazis who took diamonds, gold fillings, the Jews' homes, everything.'' a guard said. ''Hitler faked a Polish attack on the German radio station.'' ''Also, remember that Hitler pictured he was to kill every Jew by 1948. The Einsatzgruppen went to Russian villages, killing any Jew they could find. The Germans wanted to slaughter every Slav for ''living space''.''

This guard seemed to want to counter the words of the Skgorrian. ''What about the use of boys in the Wehrmacht?''

''It was the Nazis who took diamonds, gold fillings, the Jews' homes, everything.'' a guard said. ''Hitler faked a Polish attack on the German radio station.'' ''Also, remember that Hitler pictured he was to kill every Jew by 1948. The Einsatzgruppen went to Russian villages, killing any Jew they could find. The Germans wanted to slaughter every Slav for ''living space''.''

This guard seemed to want to counter the words of the Skgorrian. ''What about the use of boys in the Wehrmacht?''
"So did you!" Tufaar screeched. "You already knew that, and you still allied to him!

Yuklig laughed "What's so bad about the Einsatzgruppen? They were doing necessary and good work. Yes, the 1948 claim" he mused, "a rather lofty ambition. In my opinion, an eradiction of the Europen Jewry would have taken slightly longer. Jews are experts of hiding and cheating, you know" he said with a resigned tone.

"I have no problem with the use of boys in combat" state Yuklig, "they aren't very effective, but if they wish to take their rightful places on the front lines then so be it."

OOC: that's fine, Yuklig and this guard can have a discussion. If Stalin won't be talkin for a while, how about giving the guard a name? :)

IC: "Of course she does, she's Jewish!" Yuklig rolled his eyes at the guard who seemed unable to understand anything. "She is a racial pollutant and deserves to die, we and our ideological brothers and sisters did the race a favour by getting rid of as many Jews as we did."

Sipping from his drink, Yuklig continued "Yes we know you Red Army troops 'liberated' Auschwitz and got a chance to see our glorious work being done. You know Skgorria set up its own Einsatzgruppen?" he asked. "We didn't need the Germans, we purged our Jews and Bolsheviks by ourselves. And many of our young men fought alongside the Germans, you know a Skgorrian Waffen SS company fought at Berlin."

Yuklig grinned menacingly "Yes you crushed the Germans and us, but we're back. Through fields of blood and pain, Skgorria marches on!" He shouted triumphantly, quoting the Skgorrian national motto

The guard we will name Ivan. Ivan looked at him and said ''Let me ask you something. If a Jewish girl was raped by a ''Aryan'', who you allow it?'' ''Tell us, why do some Neo-Nazis accept Slavs as Aryan? Rosenburg, ideologist for Nazism, said Slavs were Aryan.''

''We did go in Auschwitz, and we did see the bodies. What about Anne Frank?'' ''What about the kids in gas chambers?''

''They say Hitler himself could have been Jewish.''

Ivan looked at Yuklig and said ''If all Jews and that were killed, who would you go after?''

''If you believe in the White Race, why did you ally with Japan?'' a bystander said. ''White supremacists, I thought hate Orientals.'' the bystander said.

With a quick flip of the wrist, the Argosy Spec Ops officer had removed his Force Lance from its holster and extended it to its full length.

Slamming one end on the floor to get everyone's attention, he roared in a voice used to giving orders, "ENOUGH! Now, are you going to bother answering my questions or not?"

Yuklig laughed "What's so bad about the Einsatzgruppen? They were doing necessary and good work. Yes, the 1948 claim" he mused, "a rather lofty ambition. In my opinion, an eradiction of the Europen Jewry would have taken slightly longer. Jews are experts of hiding and cheating, you know" he said with a resigned tone.

"I have no problem with the use of boys in combat" state Yuklig, "they aren't very effective, but if they wish to take their rightful places on the front lines then so be it."

''Let me ask you a question. If you had a son or daughter who was friends with a Jew, would you kill them? If your daughter had ''relations'' with a Jewish man, would you kill her?'' a bystander said.

''Tell me, how was killing Maximillian Kolbe and Bonhoffer? How was that?''

''Himmler said that the Nazis greatest enemy was the Pope, would you have killled the Pope?''

With a quick flip of the wrist, the Argosy Spec Ops officer had removed his Force Lance from its holster and extended it to its full length.

Slamming one end on the floor to get everyone's attention, he roared in a voice used to giving orders, "ENOUGH! Now, are you going to bother answering my questions or not?"


OOC-Must have missed your thing.

Stalin stood and said ''Yes, this officer is right. Let us not argue.'' Stalin sat down, just talking for now. The other guards listened to Stalin. Stalin, it seemed, did not want to have to hear all this arguing.

Stepanov's corpse wheezed as it began to distend in the heat of the club.

''If you believe in the White Race, why did you ally with Japan?'' a bystander said. ''White supremacists, I thought hate Orientals.'' the bystander said.

"They believed the Nipponese were the Aryans of the East."

Marius smiled and chuckled as little Aiko munched on some bread in olive oil, a favorite dish of his. Gazing upon the match of wits and words between Stalin and the Skgorrians he sighed, "Never before have I seen such a prolific display of the raven calling the crow black." He dipped a piece of bread in the oil and bit down, "Maniacs," he sighed leaning back as the waitress brought them a couple glasses of water.

OOC-Must have missed your thing.

Stalin stood and said ''Yes, this officer is right. Let us not argue.'' Stalin sat down, just talking for now. The other guards listened to Stalin. Stalin, it seemed, did not want to have to hear all this arguing.

Quickly, yet gracefully, he returned his Force Lance to its pre-extension length and re-holstered it.

"Arguing gets you nowhere," he said, "Now, is there a less 'potent' topic available for discussion?"

OOC: Working on a name for him.

Stepanov's corpse wheezed as it began to distend in the heat of the club.
"Can I have the body?" Tufaar asked the assembled.

With a noise that sounded like the bastard child of a grunt, groan, and sigh, the Argosy Spec Ops officer plopped down into a chair upon hearing Tufaar's question.

"Is anyone in here in any way in their right minds?" he asked no one in particular.

Brandt's shirt buttons began to creak and strain under the pressure of the gases in his stomach.

Devoid of muscle control, faeces and urine began to leak from the eight bodies...

Yuklig took a second, "hold it you damn Slav. Stop these quickfire questions, you should be grateful I'm even talking to you and educating you about our beloved way of life."

"Raping a Jewish girl? Ah well, at least she'd be good for something"

"Neo-Nazis are none of my concern, they are failed and weak in their attempts to set up a true state of National Socialism. We Skgorrians are strong and right, for we have succeeded in our goal."

"Anne Frank was a Yiddish whore who only delayed her inevitable death. The children in the gas chambers? I'm glad we got them at that stage, cut down on the gas usage y'know. It's the smaller lungs," he said in an informative tone.

"And anyone can say anything. 'They' say your mother begged for sailors to screw her and your father was a pleasure boy. So there"

"After the Jews, come the Bolsheviks!"

"I didn't ally with the Japanese, Hitler did. Ask him"

The corpses twitched as rigor mortis left them, and began to buzz with flies. An ant crawled across Frank's right eye.

Leaving the discussion, Yuklig walked over to the dead militia. Taking a pen from his pocket, he began to poke a militiawoman in the face

Growing tired of the smell, Elyon had the combat droids move the corpses of the Atopianans outside. Once there, she had given them free reign to do with them as they pleased. Of course, this generally meant stringing them up and using them for target practice. Pretty much the only thing they were good for, be they dead or alive.

Meanwhile...

"Are the rest of you even listening to a word Mr. Stalin and I've said? Further arguing is pointless. Now, either we change topic to something less provocative, or do we have to take this outside?" inquired the Argosy Spec Ops officer.

"Doo da, doo da..." Tufaar muttered to himself, slinging two corpes over his shoulders.

The corpses' skin began to slough off under the poking of Yuklig's pen, revealing blackening muscle tissue and rotting fat.

The stench of death and decay was horrific.

"What do you call a dead socialist?" Tufaar joked.

Yuklig turned to face the Argosy Officer. "Perfectly clear," he said, and sat down.

"All in favour of some racial extermination when we get home?" he asked
"Aye!" came the response from the SS men

A stray round hit the Dedication Division's suicide bomb!

A hundred pounds of semtex exploded, firing ball bearings and shreds of rotting tissue across the street. The nearby special forces barracks was peppered with bits of metal and scraps of flesh.

As for the corpses slung over Tufaar's shoulder, limbs began to drop off, flesh rotted to such an extent that the slightest movement caused swathes of black, leathery skin to fall to the ground, closely followed by legs, arms, and bones. A head popped loose with a sickening crunch of vertebrae.

Yuklig took a second, "hold it you damn Slav. Stop these quickfire questions, you should be grateful I'm even talking to you and educating you about our beloved way of life."

"Raping a Jewish girl? Ah well, at least she'd be good for something"

"Neo-Nazis are none of my concern, they are failed and weak in their attempts to set up a true state of National Socialism. We Skgorrians are strong and right, for we have succeeded in our goal."

"Anne Frank was a Yiddish whore who only delayed her inevitable death. The children in the gas chambers? I'm glad we got them at that stage, cut down on the gas usage y'know. It's the smaller lungs," he said in an informative tone.

"And anyone can say anything. 'They' say your mother begged for sailors to screw her and your father was a pleasure boy. So there"

"After the Jews, come the Bolsheviks!"

"I didn't ally with the Japanese, Hitler did. Ask him"

Ivan tried to not have his fuse spark but he said this only to end the arguing. However, before he could stop the arguing, a bystander came to Yuklig and said ''So, if a pedophile is a aryan, he is innocent?''

Stalin got up again and this time looked at Ivan with a face. He said somethings in Russian and Ivan stopped.

Stalin sat down and calmed himself. The others watched as it unfolded. ''Why can't we have a quiet time here?'' another guard said.

Stalin then decided to look at Tufaar. He looked at him but said nothing. Yuklig would go off and Ivan would leave. Ivan could have hit Yuklig but he did not.

A Commissar said ''We are sorry for this brief arguement concering the War.'' He told Ivan to go and he told Yuklig nicely the arguement was over. Stalin watched as everything went on.

It seems the return of Stalin has made some news here.

The bloodstains left by the bodies began to writhe with maggots...

"Rations." Tufaar said, more easily collecting body parts. "Oh, and Nazis... you've lost your efficiency. I've already got sixty-two million vict- I mean commodities."

The pieces of corpse began to crumble to the touch.

Flies began swarming where seconds before there were maggots...

"You can count to 62 million? I thought your kind couldn't count past six. Guess your mother enjoyed an Aryan at some point!" Taunted Zolyar, to the amusement of the SS men

"You can count to 62 million? I thought your kind couldn't count past six. Guess your mother enjoyed an Aryan at some point!" Taunted Zolyar, to the amusement of the SS men

OOC: I mentioned 62 million.

OOC: I mentioned 62 million.

OOC: sorry, I was taunting YOU

The flies boiled up from the floor in their hundreds of thousands, a thick, buzzing, black cloud that swarmed around and upon the patrons for some seconds before leaving...

OOC: @Atopiana: First off, no. We aren't going through that crap again.
Secondly, if you're just going to make spam posts like that which don't contribute to the thread, then leave.
Thirdly, unless BC gives his okay, you aren't going to blow up anything that powerful.
Lastly, still trying to pick fights with people who could give you a one shot kill for your entire nation, I see. Stop it. Last warning.

IC: Considering that the droids had already found, removed, and disarmed the device while removing the corpses from the building, their was no detenation of Semtex or ball bearings. In fact, it was on the other side of the Mosquito that Elyon and her party had arrived in from where the droids were blasting away at the strung up corpses with blasts of energy from their built in Force Lance based weapons.

Meanwhile...

The Argosy Spec Ops officer rolled his eyes at the guards and Tufaar's comments.

Leaning over, he whispered towards Stalin, "Would you mind if I stunned them? Their pointless bickering is getting on my nerves."

"I am made from the pinnacle of sapient beings, unlike your disorganized Krauts." Tufaar sneered, "Unlike you, I am myself a part of a Master Race."

OOC: I reread it, then understood

OOC: @Atopiana: First off, no. We aren't going through that crap again.
Secondly, if you're just going to make spam posts like that which don't contribute to the thread, then leave.
Thirdly, unless BC gives his okay, you aren't going to blow up anything that powerful.
Lastly, still trying to pick fights with people who could give you a one shot kill for your entire nation, I see. Stop it. Last warning.

'OOC' Who are you to warn me about anything? Your nation clearly exists in a completely different world to mine. This club must utilise some kind of disbelivium technology to get all these gods, demons, magicians, warlocks, witches, wizards, goddesses, vampires, and suchlike in the same place at the same time.

To sum up:

1) You're not a mod.

2) You have no power over me, or anyone else.

3) Your fumbling attempts to cow me by threatening my nation with, a, er, "one-shot kill" ( :rolleyes: ) really aren't either threatening or impressive.

4) My posts are contributing to the thread, as you are about to find out. Patience, you blithering simpleton.

OOC: I now move that as the thread originator is not here at the moment, the rest of us put to vote if we kick Atopiana from this thread and/or report him/her/it to the moderators.

OOC:

Hm. Any particular reason why, or do you just dislike not being able to control me?

IC:

Staggering in through the main doors, waving drunkenly, came eight figures, naked as the day they were born.

"Bl'y 'ell," slurred the largest, "I ne'er e'er wanna do th't 'gain!"
"Y say tha' allatam. All... time."
"He's ri' tho'. Bl'y ma'ic, don't ha'f fu' y' up..."

Leaning on each other, the militia managed to totter towards the bar, crying, "Wa'er, da' it, wa'er!"

OOC: @Atopiana: First off, no. We aren't going through that crap again.
Secondly, if you're just going to make spam posts like that which don't contribute to the thread, then leave.
Thirdly, unless BC gives his okay, you aren't going to blow up anything that powerful.
Lastly, still trying to pick fights with people who could give you a one shot kill for your entire nation, I see. Stop it. Last warning.

IC: Considering that the droids had already found, removed, and disarmed the device while removing the corpses from the building, their was no detenation of Semtex or ball bearings. In fact, it was on the other side of the Mosquito that Elyon and her party had arrived in from where the droids were blasting away at the strung up corpses with blasts of energy from their built in Force Lance based weapons.

Meanwhile...

The Argosy Spec Ops officer rolled his eyes at the guards and Tufaar's comments.

Leaning over, he whispered towards Stalin, "Would you mind if I stunned them? Their pointless bickering is getting on my nerves."

''If you want to. It is getting a bit annoying.'' Stalin whispered. (OOC-Trying to think of how to respond, things just came up that I have to deal with)

OOC: I now move that as the thread originator is not here at the moment, the rest of us put to vote if we kick Atopiana from this thread and/or report him/her/it to the moderators.

OOC: what, who made you the Lord God? Calm down

IC: Ignoring Tufaar, the SS men were clearly perplexed at the naked Atopians. All except Petersen, that is.

"Time for round 2" he grinned, advancing on the very drunk Comrade Frank, "are you ready for that dance now?"

"Urrrr..." moaned Frank, and threw up over Petersen's dress uniform.

"Aww bless" laughed Petersen, "the little Atopian can't handle her drink." He grabbed her arm to support her, the motion causing vomit to flick in the bartender's eyes

"Have some decency!" Tufaar fumed, hitting one of eight figure with another candlestick. "You also have to pay the fee."

OOC: @Atopiana: Still won't learn, will you? You GM, you wank, you pull stunts of such propertion they would have to be pre-approved by the thread originator (which you never got permission for either), et cetera. Its crap like that that ruins RPs. This is a peaceful RP that has no hostile trend and is diplomatic in nature. Continue your bull, and I will report you to the moderators.
@Skgorria: Dude, I never said I was. Only that Atopiana's crap should not have to be put up with.
@The Reborn Stalin: A'right.

IC: With a grin, the Argosy Spec Ops officer, while still remaining seated, unholstered his Force Lance, extended it, and then proceeded to bonk everyone still involved in the arguement on the top of the head with it.

"People, and I use the term loosely for some of you," he inquired while returning his Force Lance to its holster, "are you going to stop your pointless bickering and switch to a neutral topic or what?"

EDIT: OOC: :headbang: I GM? I GM!? How!? :eek:

Git.

EDIT: Force lance? ZOMG U JUST ATAK PPLZ CHARACTERS W/OUT THERE PERMISSION I REPORTS U!!!!!!1! :rolleyes:

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"Fu' th' fee!" slurred Brandt, who was lying face up on the bar, pouring water over his head.
"Y' try majifyin y'r'sel ba' tgeth'r fr'm bitsa y'r own crpse, y' fat fuck," snarled Stepanov, "woop! Miss'd m' ste'! HAHAHAHA!"

Frank, meanwhile, had slumped into unconsciousness, vomit dribbling in and out of her mouth as she breathed.

Petersen took out a card "Put the fee on this, it has enough."

Looking at the stunned faces of the militia, the SS man shrugged. "In times like these, we of the Iron Curtain need to stick together." He then picked up Frank and walked off to the toilets. "Don't worry!" He called over his shoulder, "I'll bring her back when she's clean and decent"

"He's ta'en Fran," mumbled Susanna, clutching her head, "ahhh n'rmn'd nee' an asprin and will people pl' st' shou'in. Hurts."

"I've been drinking to much." Tufaar murmered.

"Were'd the card come from?" Tufaar asked. "You're STARK naked?!?"

OOC: Petersen is not naked, he's wearing clothes, albeit vomit splattered ones. That's why I've hauled a girl off to the toilet, to clean her and the clothes


Yes, that must be it...

OOC: I mixed up the character's, then changed the post.

OOC: @Atopiana: Your first instance of GMing was when you RPed what happened to Ri-an's character for him. Then you also GMed when you said my droids were on fire. You GMed an unapproved terrorist attack on the building and an unstoppable get away vehicle.
Frankly, I'm also sick and tired of your language. Honestly, you use curse words worse than a five-year-old could.
And if you don't know what a Force Lance is, I don't see why I would have to tell you anything.
Now, I'm going to ask you this one last time, shape up or ship out.

IC: The Argosy Spec Ops Commander sitting next to Stalin held out his hand and said, "I don't see what the fuss was about you, Mr. Stalin. Oh, by the way, I'm Commander Stevin Gates. Nice to meet you."

EDIT: What else is going to happen to someone when they're shot ~240 times with 7.62 rounds at point blank range? God or not, they'll get chucked backwards a fair bit. :rolleyes:

I set your droids on fire because I knew it wouldn't bloody damage them, as they were clearly fireproof. :rolleyes:

I blew up the club for laughs, as the whole thing had obviously descended into insanity. :rolleyes:

What is a force lance if it's not a weapon of some description. You GMer-that-isn't, you. :rolleyes:

For the last time, SeaDimwit, shape up or ship out. :rolleyes:

Finally, my vocabulary of swearing is considerably less than many five year olds. Chin-chin! :D

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"Ahhh," gasped Brandt as he sat up, soaking wet, "that's better! Water - best thing for a magic-hangover. Damn. Clothesless. Oh well, nevermind, nudity is natural after all, comrades!"

He strode over to the nearest empty table and set of chairs, slumped into the sofa, and fell asleep.

The rest, meanwhile, were in varying states of incoherency. The more water they imbibed, however, the less 'drunk' they became...

"I say we kill them, then give their bodies to poor people, for food and warmth." Tufaar suggested.

Petersen marched out of the bathroom with his uniform now immaculate. Many people would ask him how he accomplished this, but when questioned on this subject he would simply smile, shake his head and wink in a knowing way. Frank came out of the bathroom looking rather embarassed. Petersen planted a kiss on her cheek, then walked towards his squadmates.

"Rape, that's what it was," drawled Chulain, "but then again, we can't expect the Skgorrians to have normal sex, it's beneath the master race."

Elyon sat patiently while she watched the ruckus going on. She noted one of her officers attempting to make it more civil. Recognizing who it was, she knew he would go as far as he needed to.

OOC: @Atopiana: Your first instance of GMing was when you RPed what happened to Ri-an's character for him. Then you also GMed when you said my droids were on fire. You GMed an unapproved terrorist attack on the building and an unstoppable get away vehicle.
Frankly, I'm also sick and tired of your language. Honestly, you use curse words worse than a five-year-old could.
And if you don't know what a Force Lance is, I don't see why I would have to tell you anything.
Now, I'm going to ask you this one last time, shape up or ship out.

IC: The Argosy Spec Ops Commander sitting next to Stalin held out his hand and said, "I don't see what the fuss was about you, Mr. Stalin. Oh, by the way, I'm Commander Stevin Gates. Nice to meet you."

''This club is going into a debate or something.'' Stalin's commissar said as Stalin shook Stevin's hand. Stalin sat back down and looked around. Stalin's commissar went to Stevin and said ''Don't you think this is getting all too much of a debate or something?''

The small group of Atopians crowded around the table, whispering to each other. Then, abruptly, they sat up.

"Anyone got a pack of cards?" asked Stepanov.
"Yeh, mine got, well, knackered," added Frank, "and we want to build a house of cards!"

"Rape, that's what it was," drawled Chulain, "but then again, we can't expect the Skgorrians to have normal sex, it's beneath the master race."

Petersen called out "Thank for that, Frank, it was special. Next time you're naked and covered in vomit, maybe we can get together" he finished with a sly wink.

The SS men laughed and had another drink, amused at Petesen's antics.

Ianovich noticed the dignitary sitting there, watching her flunky try and bully some sense of order into the place. The only reason there was Order was that the Skgorrians felt like it!

Seeing the plight of the Atopians, Yuklig threw them a pack of cards. "Keep them, Yiddish bastards!" he laughed

"Don't forget, Petersen, darling," smirked Frank, "you were the one who ate my vomit... and, what's more, you have a very small penis!"

Laughing, the militia began setting up the cards.

''This club is going into a debate or something.'' Stalin's commissar said as Stalin shook Stevin's hand. Stalin sat back down and looked around. Stalin's commissar went to Stevin and said ''Don't you think this is getting all too much of a debate or something?''

With a quick flip, the Commander was twirling his Force Lance between his fingers. If the commissar looked, he would see that the safety was engaged and the ready light was red instead of the green it would be when in use.

"This little toy," Steven responded, "will let them know when I think they are getting out of line. I'm sure you saw me bop them on the heads with it earlier."

"Who died and made you JWH, you fascist jackbooted pig-oppressor of the working masses?" yelled Frank at the fancy-stick twirling policeman.

The first two cards collapsed, as was predictable, to much groaning...

"Playing with fancy toys are we?" Called out Ianovich and pulled out his service automatic. Soon the whole SS squad had their pistols out

"Looks like the Commander wasn't the only one who like toys" grinned Petersen before turning to Frank. "It may be, my darling Jewess, but it was more than enough to satisfy your Yiddish whore cravings!"

"Two can play at that game," grinned Brandt, "how's this for a weapon!" he yelled, standing up and waving his eight-inch penis at the SS men.

Frank pointed, appreciatively, and snorted "See that? That's satisfying. Yours was just... a poor, if admirable, effort, Petersen. Maybe you should try a penis-pump!"

The first five cards were up! Chulain cheered.

Of course, the idiots had forgotten about the other Argosy Spec Ops officers and the Lancers. All of which now had their charged and ready Force Lances aimed at the back of the heads of the trouble makers.

Stevin looked up and laughed.

"You call that little cap gun a weapon. Bah! Pathetic."

As he was talking, he had activated a device on his belt that gave no apparent outward signs of what it did. The others with him did the same using their free hands.

Brandt was cut to the quick by the vile slur cast upon his manhood.

"Whaddya mean, capgun? Capgun? Eight inches flaccid, and it's a capgun?! How big's yours, then, pig?"

Susanna tutted. "Boys and their toys," she sighed, "when will they learn."
"Probably never," agreed Stepanov, placing a card, "I don't."

Of course, the idiots had forgotten about the other Argosy Spec Ops officers and the Lancers. All of which now had their charged and ready Force Lances aimed at the back of the heads of the trouble makers.

Stevin looked up and laughed.

"You call that little cap gun a weapon. Bah! Pathetic."

As he was talking, he had activated a device on his belt that gave no apparent outward signs of what it did. The others with him did the same using their free hands.

Of course, the idiots had forgotten about the SS men's training and ability to sense danger, all of which had moved and now had their pistols pointed at the back of Spec Ops Officers or Lancers head.

Ianovich looked and laughed

"You call those fancy toys a weapon. Bah! Pathetic."

As he was talking, he pelvic thrusted into the back of a very attractive female Lancer. The others copied him....when appropriate, of course

Chulain laughed at the stand-off, and farted in the general direction of the enemies of the people.

Then he returned to considering his next card-placing move. Stepanov was ahead by three points!

"Let's see if this works. SECURITY!!!" Tufaar yelled, as four dozen guards jumped onto the armed Nazis.

OOC:

...as four dozen guards jumped onto the armed Nazis

Woo, god-moding and GMing things that happen to other people's characters! :D

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"Gettem, nazis, go on," yelled Chulain, in support of the SS men, "go on, you Brznovists, 'it 'em!"

Stepanov was now just a point ahead...

OOC: so god-mode is now engaged for us all then?

Of course, the idiots had forgotten about the SS men's training and ability to sense danger, all of which had moved and now had their pistols pointed at the back of Spec Ops Officers or Lancers head.

Ianovich looked and laughed

"You call those fancy toys a weapon. Bah! Pathetic."

As he was talking, he pelvic thrusted into the back of a very attractive female Lancer. The others copied him....when appropriate, of course

IC: With a growl, the Lancer in question grabbed Ianovich and applied what was known as a full suplex on him.

"A true warrior knows that having to resort to weapons of any form is the mark of a poor soldier," quoted Stevin, "A smart warrior knows to never pick a fight with a Lancer, at least not if they value their life."

The other Lancers and the standing Spec Op officers extended their Force Lances to their full length.

OOC: As a matter of clarification, while the Lancers are my Marines, they make MT and even some FT Marines used by other nations seem, uh, weak.
@Atopiana: Read the damn stickies. Learn the rules.
@Skgorria: No (only in Atopiana's twisted mind).

OOC: Woo, god-moding and GMing things that happen to other people's characters! :D
OOC: I wanted to see how all the regular god moders would respond. Besides, I would get tackled whenever I had a gun or candlestick.

"Boo," hissed the Atopians, "unfair! Sieg heeiiiil, seeeiiig heeeiilll..."

Their ironic singing was nonetheless support for their fellow countrymen, deluded though they may be politically.

Stepanov had increased his lead to five...

IC: With a growl, the Lancer in question grabbed Ianovich and applied what was known as a full suplex on him.

"A true warrior knows that having to resort to weapons of any form is the mark of a poor soldier," quoted Stevin, "A smart warrior knows to neve pick a fight with a Lancer, at least not if they value their life."

The other Lancers and the standing Spec Op officers extended their Force Lances to their full length.

OOC: As a matter of clarification, while the Lancers are my Marines, they make MT and even some FT Marines used by other nations seem, uh, weak.

With a growl, Ianovich reversed the suplex, throwing the Lancer to the floor and kicking her in the face until her face was a bloody mess.

"A true warrior doesn't stand around talking bullshit, he gets on with it and kicks the living crap out of swine" he spat. "A smarter warrior doesn't pick a fight with the SS"

The other SS men took a step back, keeping their pistols aimed to the faces of the Lancers and Spec OP Officers

OOC: As a matter of clarification, while the Lancers are made up to be UBAR, they seem, uh, weak compared to the SS. Unlucky

"DAMN," yelled Stepanov, "outthought at the last!"

Susanna had won, six points clear of Stepanov. The militia laughed, then launched into a stirring rendition of "Wenn die SS und die SA Aufmarschiert" in order to bolster the spirits of their fellow countrymen.

With a quick flip, the Commander was twirling his Force Lance between his fingers. If the commissar looked, he would see that the safety was engaged and the ready light was red instead of the green it would be when in use.

"This little toy," Steven responded, "will let them know when I think they are getting out of line. I'm sure you saw me bop them on the heads with it earlier."

''We will have to wait and see, I suppose.'' the commissar said, looking at Stevin. ''This club though, it seems to be going downhill or something, I suppose.''

With a growl, Ianovich reversed the suplex, throwing the Lancer to the floor and kicking her in the face until her face was a bloody mess.

"A true warrior doesn't stand around talking bullshit, he gets on with it and kicks the living crap out of swine" he spat. "A smarter warrior doesn't pick a fight with the SS"

The other SS men took a step back, keeping their pistols aimed to the faces of the Lancers and Spec OP Officers

OOC: As a matter of clarification, while the Lancers are made up to be UBAR, they seem, uh, weak compared to the SS. Unlucky

Rolling out of the way of the kicks, the female Lancer used her extended Force Lance to pole vault into a flying scissor kick aimed at Ianovich's nose.

From his chair, Stevin responded, "I don't see any reason to get involved. You're handling having your butt kicked just fine on your own."

''We will have to wait and see, I suppose.'' the commissar said, looking at Stevin. ''This club though, it seems to be going downhill or something, I suppose.''

"Agreed," replied Stevin, "Though if you're referring to the little spat between the Lancer and that arrogant fool, I would just call that a floor show."

The last bit was said with a slight laugh behind it.

Having had too much to drink, again, Stepanov leapt to his feet, pointed at the Lancer, and yelled; "FOUL! Ref, ref, you're blind, red caaaaaaard, red caaaaaaaard!"

The rest of the unit had begun playing Gin Rummy.

Ianovich stepped to the side and kicked the pole from under the Lancer, meaning she fell flat on her face.

"You and your toys," tutted Ianovich, cocking his pistol and reaiming it. "Here's the deal: put your weapons away and we'll do the same"

"Fight, fight," began the chant from the Atopian table, as they progressed from Gin Rummy to Bridge, "fight! Skgorria for the cup!"

Rolling out of the way of the kicks, the female Lancer used her extended Force Lance to pole vault into a flying scissor kick aimed at Ianovich's nose.

From his chair, Stevin responded, "I don't see any reason to get involved. You're handling having your butt kicked just fine on your own."



"Agreed," replied Stevin, "Though if you're referring to the little spat between the Lancer and that arrogant fool, I would just call that a floor show."

The last bit was said with a slight laugh behind it.

''Well, who ever runs this club may not like to see it like this.''

OOC-Have to go for a while, also, could not think of anything. Dang burdens.

Ianovich stepped to the side and kicked the pole from under the Lancer, meaning she fell flat on her face.

"You and your toys," tutted Ianovich, cocking his pistol and reaiming it. "Here's the deal: put your weapons away and we'll do the same"
Considering she was already in the air, the Force Lance was no longer being used as an axis. Noting that Ianovich moved with inhuman speed, she rolled into a combat crouch upon landing and re-evaluated her strategy.

With a slight smirk, she brought the tip of her still extended Force Lance up into the arrogant bastard's crotch with full force. If it had been his arm, a bone or two would have snapped like twigs.

Stevin said, "When will you fools learn. You are no threat to us."

''Well, who ever runs this club may not like to see it like this.''

OOC-Have to go for a while, also, could not think of anything. Dang burdens.

Stevin shrugged and replied, "Meh. Considering the circumstances, I'm sure they would understand the need for self-defense."

OOC: A'right. See ya when you get back.

Ianovich stepped to the side and kicked the pole from under the Lancer, meaning she fell flat on her face.

"You and your toys," tutted Ianovich, cocking his pistol and reaiming it. "Here's the deal: put your weapons away and we'll do the same"
"Yes, put all of your weapons away," Tufaar agreed, ready to cause trouble, once more, "Or I'll be forced head to the gun shed, which has every firearm to ever exist, with several case of ammunition for each type."

"I tried that earlier," yelled Frank, "but they don't care, their uniforms include titanium cricket boxes!"

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"Every firearm ever to exist ever?" asked Chulain, brandishing a 210mm naval gun like a pistol, "You mean like this?"

Ianovich stood there and smiled "We could do this all day, but I'd rather not. What say you of my earlier offer?"

OOC: Oh, yeah. He just stood there as a piece of metal slammed into his nuts with enough force to break bones. Bull!

"FIGHT!" Came the chorus from the Atopian table, as they began waving Skgorrian flags.

EDIT:

OOC: Frank told you, they wear armour-plated FT codpieces. :rolleyes:

OOC: Oh, yeah. He just stood there as a piece of metal slammed into his nuts with enough force to break bones. Bull!

OOC: yeah, in the same way your men magically got to the back of mine COMPLETELY unnoticed

"I noticed!" shouted Brandt, "I saw them, they were trying to sneak about in full dress pig-uniform!"

"I tried that earlier," yelled Frank, "but they don't care, their uniforms include titanium cricket boxes!"

EDIT:

"Every firearm ever to exist ever?" asked Chulain, brandishing a 210mm naval gun like a pistol, "You mean like this?"

Tufaar replied, "They have four."

"Only four?" moaned Chulain, as he dropped the naval gun, and brandished the main gun turrets of the Bismark, "that's just rubbish!"

OOC: @Atopiana: Since when was MT metal limitations any concern of my FT metals? If anything, it'll crush the titanium cup (which is the correct term for that kind of protective piece of armor).
@Skgorria: Never said they used magick. Just because I wasn't RPing them, didn't mean they weren't there. Remember when I had them begin to move over there?

OOC: I was using it in a critical and insulting sense, in no way in hell could they just move over without being seen.

And we don't care about the technical name for crotch protection

OOC: @Atopiana: Since when was MT metal limitations any concern of my FT metals? If anything, it'll crush the titanium cup (which is the correct term for that kind of protective piece of armor).


OOC: Codpiece, cricket box, cup, bowl, plate, whatever. It's FT with titanium coating. That, and he's an SS man. They're hard. I lol @ you. :p

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IC: "I'm bored," declared Frank, "nothing amusing is happening."
"Excuse me?" gasped Chulain, still holding the Bismark's gun turrets...

"Only four?" moaned Chulain, as he dropped the naval gun, and brandished the main gun turrets of the Bismark, "that's just rubbish!"
"They ran out of from."

Petersen winked at Frank

Frank gave Petersen the finger, in a suggestive manner.

OOC: @Skgorria: I never said they did. I posted about them heading in the general direction before your little stunt that got your character in his current situation. Now, just accept it and move on.

Having recieved the top-tip-top secret-uber-leet signal of pwnage common to all Brznovites, Frank leapt up, Godhammer-pattern 250mm artillery handcannon blazing at the Lancers.

Atomic Fire blossomed around the Lancers and SpecOps as the rest of the Atopians joined in, annihilating their foe in a storm of annihilation and anti-matter fire!

Then they ran away, laughing like girls, which some of them were, so that was OK.

The Skgorrians shot the Lancers and other idiots in the face with incendiary rounds, then left with the Atopians hand-in-hand singing various songs

Brzno wins again! Suckers! :p

:mp5: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper: :sniper: :sniper: :gundge: :gundge: :gundge:

Petersen put his arm around Frank's shoulders as the Brznoians marched away. "That was one awesome strategising session, for a Jew you're not too bad" he beamed

As John was driving down the street in his Jaguar he hears gunshots blazing from inside a nightclub. He pulled over, payed 1000 and went inside, he noticed that one of the shooters was one of John's weapon Customers, he ran up beside him and picked up one of the guns dropped by a man in a suit.

OOC: Remember the devices I had my characters activate in an earlier post, while now you'll learn what they do.

IC: The shots impacted all right, but they flattened against the soldier's personal shields in flashes of light and fell to the floor. A slight humm from the belt worn units they had activated earlier rose in amplitude with each strike.

"With that," Stevin said, "you've fired the first shots, and thus we are justified in responding in kind."

As the Commander finished speaking, the offending Skgorrians were shot with stun blasts from the Force Lances. Then they were dragged outside and dumped in various refuse bins.

OOC: @Atopiana: Please don't do the smiley n00b thing.

[QUOTE=Wellington Island]''I am the Great Chief of Wellington Island. This is my daughter.'' The Great Chief said.QUOTE]

"Hello. Pleased to meet you. What type of government do you have? I can't tell by your title."
OOC: Hey, I got first post again!

OOC-Sorry for my lateness.

''Would you like to sit somewhere so we can talk?'' was said.

OOC-My government I guess is a monarchy.

As the Skgorrians get murdered and dragged into the bins, John pretends that nothing ever happened, and goes to buy a drink.

"Do I have to start dropping chandeliers, again?" Tufaar called from behind the barricaded bar. "Convient stuff, furniture."