NationStates Jolt Archive

Queen Lasey the II is seeking a suitable mate. She is the most noble and regal canine in the entire Tocrowkian Reich and Duke of Dogimus Prime, the largest dog-ruled city in the world. All suitors must be pure-bred, Pedigree and have all of their shots taken.

http://img226.imageshack.us/img226/2675/1276yy0.jpg (http://imageshack.us)

OOC: LMAO! Way to make fun of all the "such-and-such looks for marriage" threads going around!

IC: The Confederacy of Ezaltia would like to present His Royal Majesty Prince Woofums XIX. He is descended from a long line of Ezaltian dogs, and recently had his rabies shot.

Sadly, due to a recent operation, Woofums has no testicles.

http://www.globalartdepot.com/catalog/images/poriginal/PAN40L20240452.jpg

OOC: LMAO! Way to make fun of all the "such-and-such looks for marriage" threads going around!

OOC: I second that :D

IC: Oslea Broadcasting Network

We have a proposal for you, Queen Lasey II. What if we set up a reality show with a select number of dogs that fit your description, and put them through various trials and eliminate them one by one until only two are left, and then you make your decision! It's win-win! We get the ratings and you get your mate! It only makes sense. We hope you'll consider our offer and take us up on it. However this idea has not been approved by the board yet, but if you give us your approval that is one step forward in our goal. Should you accept, I will contact you personally to tell you the results from the board so you may find out if they approved the show for production.

Lenny Meyers III
CEO, Oslea Broadcasting Network

http://www.doylenewyork.com/DogsInArt/2005/images/bluff.jpg

We offer you any of these fine dogs for your bitch.

JiangGuo Newswire Service
*TV News Theme Music*

Sidelines: Literal Royal Bitch seek bullpit suitors, see news at 7.

Vault 10 SKL Council presents their suitor:

This is the Prince of the SKL. While technically His majesty is a cat, our cats have proven themselves fully capable of interbreeding with geckos, humans, nukes, and, of course, dogs. We are sure His Highness will make the best pair for Lasey the II.

http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/images/Vault10cat.JPG

I present to you our nation's greatest war hero, Fido.

http://www.defence.gov.au/news/armynews/editions/1116/images/14-gunner%20mutt.jpg

He is a purebred from a long line of distinguished dogs. His father served with distinction with a K9 Search and Rescue unit for over 5 years (35 dog years).

He is housebroken, and never licks his balls in public.

PS. I have an inciminating video of Ezaltia's dog, Woofums, sniffing a stranger's butt.

Where's the floppy, you satanist?

Damn that means, "You b$*$&" get away from my sausages" the Terror of the butchers in Cyro is disqualified from the running as we're not entirely certain it isn't partly swamp rat...

PS. I have an inciminating video of Ezaltia's dog, Woofums, sniffing a stranger's butt.

Yeah? well, look what YOUR dog was doing on the job:

http://undef.net/img/post/rescue-dogs-humping-320x240.jpg

Oh, come on, let's not bring the dirt up. One of our cats told he had, usually consensual, sex with a few royal dogs. We checked him, and he wasn't lying.

Now, he's at the computer behind me, so if I were you I'd be quiet. You should hope none of these dogs was yours, or make sure he doesn't recognize her, unless you want everyone to hear a nice story.

From: The Boozian Reich
To: The Tocrowkian Reich

I, General Reifenstohl, head of the Boozian Diplomatic Corps, would like to recomend one of the most celebrated canines in all our dog-loving Reich: General-Major Graf von Friedrich Georg Wilhelm Reinhardt Schnaebeli Loringhoven, Ober-Wurstverbraucher von der Nebelbergen, Oberst-Inhaber, Viertes ST Panzer Regiment Reinhardt! (http://www.globalartdepot.com/catalog/images/poriginal/PAN40L20240451.jpg)

He is well known for his chivalrous behavior, excellent physical form, and immense intelligence, and has been credited with saving Boozia's industrial heartland from rampaging Tyranids when he took over command of ST Panzergrenadier Division Keine Fraggen. Overall, a better dog you will not find, expecially among this rabble!

Let's take a look at the competition. Woofums has no essentials, and they're called essentials for a good reason. After all, royal marriages are about producing legal heirs and, more importantly, the pleasure of all involved! All of the Jaredcohenian lot are smoking and gambling, which, I am sure you will agree, is quite unbecoming of a gentledog! And from Vault 10, we have a cat. A cat! The only way I can understand this is if it is an intentional and highly malicious insult! And "Fido" has been sighted engaging in what we can only presume is extramarital fornication!

Of course, so has the Graf. But this is only because Boozian humans and canines do not actually marry except for diplomatic purposes.

I have a dog who would like to find a mate. I am unsure if he is a purebred, but he very well may be. His name is Sniffy (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v291/JohnnyFish/sniffy.jpg), and he has testicles, which are all too important for producing heirs. Which he has prodced. Many times. I think the world population of dogs has doubles since his birth. I think he would be a fine mate for yours.

Josef Sayle
Chair of the Ministry of Dogs, Onabanestan

After all, royal marriages are about producing legal heirs and, more importantly, the pleasure of all involved! All of the Jaredcohenian lot are smoking and gambling, which, I am sure you will agree, is quite unbecoming of a gentledog! And from Vault 10, we have a cat. A cat!

It is for heirs and pleasure. And how do you think The Headmed, SKL Prince, would get consensus from dogs, let alone from Royal families? It's all about pleasure, and when it comes to pleasure, no one can match him. His 107 pounds of pure muscle. His bloodboiling power. His stunning experience. If anyone here has perfect genes, it's Prince Headmed. If anyone here really knows about pleasure, it's Prince Headmed.

It is for heirs and pleasure. And how do you think The Headmed, SKL Prince, would get consensus from dogs, let alone from Royal families? It's all about pleasure, and when it comes to pleasure, no one can match him. His 107 pounds of pure muscle. His bloodboiling power. His stunning experience. If anyone here has perfect genes, it's Prince Headmed. If anyone here really knows about pleasure, it's Prince Headmed.

But he's a cat! It's immoral!

But he's a cat! It's immoral!


But he's from a nuclear war Vault! That alone makes it morally perfect.

But he's from a nuclear war Vault! That alone makes it morally perfect.

Did someone say "sexually transmitted horrific deformaties"?

Think of the heirs!

Did someone say "sexually transmitted horrific deformaties"?
Think of the heirs!
Do not worry! We always think about the heirs. And that's why they are genetically engineered to each single feature. The heirs will be just what Hogsweat desires, and exactly that!

Do not worry! We always think about the heirs. And that's why they are genetically engineered to each single feature. The heirs will be just what Hogsweat desires, and exactly that!

And what of the wife! Fiendish assassin!

And what of the wife! Fiendish assassin!
Oh, come on. Do you really think we use artificial mothers? No, and no again (after the last price increase)! Of course the heir will have a real mother, Prince Headmed will just modify his fluids. Every bit of tradition will be kept!

Oh, come on. Do you really think we use artificial mothers? No, and no again (after the last price increase)! Of course the heir will have a real mother, Prince Headmed will just modify his fluids. Every bit of tradition will be kept!

You misunderstand. I am saying toxic contamination typical or origin in a nuclear waste vault can be transferred easily by proximity, let alone fluidal contact.

You misunderstand. I am saying toxic contamination typical or origin in a nuclear waste vault can be transferred easily by proximity, let alone fluidal contact.

Oh, don't worry about that. We live for decades on these lands. And this is not a waste vault, this is an underground bunker where our people have survived the nuclear war. These are very different! The only thing in common is level of protection; but our Vaults protect the inside from nukes outside, not vice versa. And, due to extensive cleaning (and texhnolyzation if it fails), every citizen in the Vault lands is even cleaner than people even on the other side of the planet!

(Especially after they received ninety thousand of out nukes without any Vaults to protect them)

Oh, don't worry about that. We live for decades on these lands. And this is not a waste vault, this is an underground bunker where our people have survived the nuclear war. These are very different! The only thing in common is level of protection; but our Vaults protect the inside from nukes outside, not vice versa. And, due to extensive cleaning (and texhnolyzation if it fails), every citizen in the Vault lands is even cleaner than people even on the other side of the planet!

(Especially after they received ninety thousand of out nukes without any Vaults to protect them)

You admit acts contrary to international law! Feline loving scoundrel!

What is contrary? The SKL international law doesn't prohibit anything we've done.

(And my cat says you felinofobic bigot need low level format!)

What is contrary? The SKL international law doesn't prohibit anything we've done.

(And my cat says you felinofobic bigot need low level format!)

NUCLEAR ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS!!!!!!

I don't know which suitor to choose. -_-;;

NUCLEAR ATTACKS ON CIVILIANS!!!!!!

They were the first to begin. We just nuked their superdestroyers and megatanks (because our logistics corps ran out of conventional munitions, though some say it was all a cat which played with the codes), and they attacked Hub with an ICMB. Of course, poor sods didn't pay attention to little facts... That all Vaults' lands have been nuked so many times that no one builds on the surface anymore; that most of our military is evenly split between ICBM and ABM; and that this time evacuation wasn't a training. Of course, we expected them to overreact, so we fired at them as soon as they started the conference about whether to use all their nuclear ICMBs against us. But nothing wrong with that. Our nukes fired second. And, besides, they were dumb enough to mobilize all their population, so we didn't even hit a single civilian object.



I don't know which suitor to choose. -_-;;
Well, don't spend the time worrying - choose Prince Headmed. He will find a way to please Queen Lasey the II anyway, so let it be a legal marriage!

Choose ours! He will provide you with MILLIONS of heirs! I'll even ship you a tube of potential heirs upfront!

I'll pay you!

Josef Sayle
Onabanestani Ministry of Dogs

Choose ours! He will provide you with MILLIONS of heirs! I'll even ship you a tube of potential heirs upfront!

I'll pay you!

Josef Sayle
Onabanestani Ministry of Dogs

How much?

Twenty million dollars, US.

Has my mutt err high petigree purebread won yet?

A message from Headmed, the Prince of SKL:

"Deep Hailings. I am not sure about the breed of thy dog, sire. Pure pedigrees tend to be frigid and heterosexual. But I have noticed thy dog licking his own balls! And let me tell thee that Fido is obsolete. No, sire! Teh Fido is an Interbreed between BBS and ARPANet, not teh pedigree. My lowness doesn't want to have him, therefore I send thee mine Condomlences, and let the Pecker be with thee. I have decided not to have thy dog, and head straight for Lasey the II. With beast regards, prince Headmed. "

Yeah? well, look what YOUR dog was doing on the job:

http://undef.net/img/post/rescue-dogs-humping-320x240.jpg

Fido was merely performing the Heimlich Maneuver on that other dog. What can I say? The dog is a hero.

Twenty million dollars, US.

That's all?

OOC: I just did a random Google search for the picture so sorry for the lack of quality,

IC: The Emperor wishes to propose his own personal Norwegian wolf hound whose line has served the Emperors as hunting dogs for 1200 years. The dog is named Blood Mane and is a very well trained dog of pure blood and is also a very powerful dog. So we hope you chose him.

http://personal.inet.fi/koti/starajarussa/Images/Past/Niki/ASIniki10yrs_5mos.jpg

Emperor Jovan Norris wishes to propose his precious dog, Duke, a harlequin Great Dane. He is the father of a long line of Great Danes that have served as the Imperial Family's pet for centuries, as well as served in the Imperial Armed Forces K9 Unit. He is a very intelligent and distinguished dog and will make a great companion for her.

http://www.montsdelautan.com/perlane_fichiers/Perl11.04.jpg

We offer another dog.

Odie.

http://www.proteus.tudelft.nl/images/ancient/private-images/923_odie2.gif

We counter that offer. We offer to you Scooby-Doo. (http://www.coloriages-enfants.net/Scoubidou/scooby-doo-02_gif.gif) If he is not acceptable, he will be executed. We've been waiting for a while.

Prince Medhead kindly offers to carry the execution.

Prince Medhead kindly offers to carry the execution.

Scooby-Doo has been put on a plane for your nation. Feel free to shoot it down. With a nuclear bomb. Or inject Ebola into him. Whatever gives you that warm and fuzzy feeling of evil inside.

Any nation that attacks Scooby Doo will be hereby nuked.

Ah, but accidents happen. Who would've known that that particular plane that was used for target practice happened to be carrying Scooby Doo and not his odious nephew Scrappy?

We counter that offer. We offer to you Scooby-Doo. (http://www.coloriages-enfants.net/Scoubidou/scooby-doo-02_gif.gif) If he is not acceptable, he will be executed. We've been waiting for a while.

We accept. We <3 Scooby Doo.

We shall ship you the fragments of his corpse that were recovered from the wreckage of his shot-down aircraft.

We accept. We <3 Scooby Doo.

They killed your bitch's suitor.

What's this place coming to! Cartoon characters, pets, posthumous marriage...

Prince Headmed was flying his personal Su-47. Well, anyone else would say it was Tatiana, his personal psychiatrix who was flying the plane, and Headmed was just sitting at her back, but we know who was the commander here.

"Target pr-ractice!!" - Headmed screamed with excitement as he overheard the transmission. - "All your base are belong to us!".
Headmed jumped onto Tatiana's knees and grabbed the stick. The civvies were flying at low altitude, as if hiding, and he went right behind them. Air flow was heavily disturbed by the airliner, but forward-swept wings fighter didn't seem to notice at all. Headmed pushed the throttle for a second, reversed his fighter left in a tight turn, and stopped the engines. Two seconds later he was flying sideways right about the airliner's door. "Her-r-re!" - screamed Headmed and hit the throttle all the way.
The flimsy door bent and flew inside like paper after being struck by afterburners' exhaust, but Headmed didn't see the beauty of explosive depressurization and people flying out, which gave him the usual warm feeling after cracking open Boeings with enemy troopers. He looked at Tatiana, his eyes filled with sadness and disappointment, and meowed just like a housecat.
"Oh, my dear, don't cry." - she put her hand on his back - "For explosive depressurization to happen, you need to deal more damage to the airframe, and the hole should be..."


John worked in a cat food shop for the third day. He was already almost sleeping, as all of sudden the facade glass blasted apart, and a jet almost scratched the ground near him. He probably thought something, falling down from his chair, but remembered only being thrown at the wall by the shockwave.


" - IDIOT!!! RETARD!!!" - screamed Headmed, not pacified even by the view of large packs of Maleficat through the canopy - "We were at low altitude!!!" - he threw all his body onto the stick, hitting Tatiana's face in revenge, and the fighter turned vertically, performing a textbook stall. Tatiana returned to reality with a shocked face, instinctively switched full throttle, and they rushed skyward, leaving a wide line of broken asphalt and a few happily burning road signs below.


John was trying to stand up. He used to be an airport worker. Or was he still? Or what the heck was that?
Suddenly, the radio singing was jammed by a strong noise, and he heard a scream: "I'll be back for my Maleficat!"


Headmed returned to the civvies, which continued to fly as if nothing happened. He carefully turned the plane at a weird angle, almost touching the civvies with the belly, and released the landing gear, ahich stuck into the liner through the door hole, extending it a little.
"Sssshhh..." - he threatened Tatiana not to fall off - and jumped to the back seat. Now Headmed felt excited. He was hanging on the seat, fighter's door in the floor opening below him, and he felt the wind. But there was less than half a foot between the planes, and Headmed jumped inside.


He ran across the seats, found a window where Tatiana could see him, and climbed on a seat's back, cleaning himself. They did it perfectly. But, suddenly, someone barked behind him, and Headmed remembered that he boarded the liner not just for the joy of hijacking.
"Scoooby..." - Headmed slowly turned around. - "Do you know what am I here for?"

Scooby shuddered. He remembered other dogs telling what Medhead did with them. "S-s-ame as with my sis-s-s-ter?" - Scooby almost couldn't speak. Well, he was a male, but he wasn't sure if it did matter, because Headmed never came without a purpose.
- "Tall tales, doggy. I have never met her. Why would I bother to? These doggies just dream of meee-w, and make it all up. I only had a few, and they all were royal, for that."
- "W-w-what then?" - Scooby was looking relieved.
- "I will execute you. In perrrrson." - Headmed started humming.
- "Order of Her Majesty? S-she refused me?"
- "It is me who gives orders. She will."
Headmed smiled, and Scooby jumped back, feeling frozen and horrified just from his smile.


Tatiana was sitting in the fighter, facing the sky, hanging in her seat head down. It was boring and tiresome. She disconnected the suit, turned over to the rear seat and stepped into the airliner. A dog jumped to her legs, released from Headmed's gaze and shaking off the terror.


Scooby has heard a lot in his life. He heard about Tatiana, a legendary ace right from the mystical land where the plane flies you, the last dogfighter in the age of stealth craze and backstabbing. He always believed her to be a myth downed stealth pilots kept on retelling to turn defeat by conventional planes into a honor. The legend even wasn't coherent: some said she shot or dodged all the missiles and entered dogfights, and some that she followed railroads using WIG effect so closely that they believed her to be a fast train until the visual range.

And, most importantly, Scooby has always wondered why would the Land Where the Plane Flies You have air aces and pilots at all, not to mention that he was generally very skeptical, not believing in such land at all, and openly mocked so-called The World Soviet Party members as delusional dreamers.

He overcame the fear, closed his eyes and sniffed in the direction of Headmed. No traces of butter. Scooby wold smell it from ten yards, and, though he had never seen that, he knew the only way cats could fly is with toasts on their backs, because it had a sound logical explanation, unlike all these parties finding you.
But here she was, the fighter was behind the window, and if anyone could board a plane right in the air, it was Tatiana, because never in the world could a cat, no matter how smart, fly a plane. So it was true? His mind was leaving him.


Scooby laid down. He still believed her to be a myth, but he started to think about another explanation. In the land of Vaults, where the only long route safe from radiation is by air, nearly each family has a small plane or two, and it's hard to find a teen who has never played airwar with real fighters, at least at school sport class. Why would they hire a pilot from that mythical land? Couldn't it be just a team of local aces playing her? Scooby wished he could ask her himself, but he wouldn't understand him. But he was losing his mind, and didn't care any longer about what could Headmed do to him.

- "Sorry... Is she... Who is she?" - he asked.
- "And do you yourself know who you are?" - Headmed replied calmly.
- "I am..." - Scooby tried to answer, but was interrupted by solid, confident, loud Headmed's voice.
- "You are flying, and you are not a bird. You think you know who I am, and you don't. Many great minds asked themselves if they know who they are, and they don't. Do you think you can? You think you were sent to marry, and you were sent to be executed. Is there anything you know?"

Hearing the word "executed", Scooby finally took hold of himself in the last struggle. Headmed, a huge genetically engineered cat-like being, notorious criminal mind who could trick anyone into believing that executing his plans was the most honorable thing in the world. Tatiana, Red Baron of the 21st century. Yes, a nice company for the last day of his life.

- "Execute me" - he said with a doomed voice.
- "Do you understand who will execute you? Have you answered the most important question of your life?"

Scooby could not forget it. He could forget the past, but not that one question. He still could not understand it, as believing in Tatiana would crush the last solid foundations of his beliefs. Pilots fly planes and people find parties, yet the cat was here, and he could smell no toast.


- "What... How..." - he tried to ask.
- "There is no toast on my back, as you can see." - Headmed shrugged.
"Is that cat reading my mind??" - a thought blazed in Scooby's mind, driving him crazy.
- "There has to be one on yours, because you fly" - commented Headmed.
- "I... fly... Yes, I fly. But I would smell a toast on my own back!"
- "You have probably eaten too much dry food today. Cats lose smell because of it, you know."
- "I have eaten dry food today" - Scooby agreed - "But who am I?"
- "You are flying with a toast on your back. Do you know who flies this way?" - Headmed was speaking without a single note of emotion, and his voice sounded as belonging to the Universe itself.
- "Since a cat always falls on her feet and toast on butter, Murphy and Cat forces cancel each other if oriented coaxially. Momentum and force are created by shifting and tilting them, and the cat flies in the desired direction, controlling her flight by tailerons..." - Scooby was the best student in the Police Academy and knew the textbook by heart; he was excited and proud to finally show off his knowledge.
- "And you know I have no toast. Who flies without toast on his back?"


Scooby was digging deep in his memory. Humans, he knew, but that was not the answer. One of his friends... Fido! Yes, Fido! He was a dog, and he was a gunner on a bomber.
- "Dogs!" - Scooby replied, and rubbed himself at Tatiana's legs, as if she could protect him from the pressure of Headmed's mind.
- "You are right. Do you know who you are?" - at this Headmed's words Scooby almost fell out - "Yes, you do." - finished Headmed.
- "I want... I want to know... What should I do?"
- "Proceed" - Headmed announced, and jumped back into the fighter.




Tatiana stood up, followed him and got to the pilot's seat. Skooby has nothing else to do but join them. He could barely hold in place, and, if not for Headmed holding him with teeth, the wind would blew him away. But the door closed, gear retracted, and the plane fell down.


A lone fighter was flying over hills filled with crops, lit only by the Sun already leaving the horizon. Far above, a missile salvo crossed the air, hitting an empty airliner, explosion lighting the sky bright and debris leaving flaming trails. The fighter made a tight right turn, accelerated, and all of sudden disappeared right inside a rail tunnel, ground behind it already burning with the liner's remains.
The last fires fell down, coloring the twilight sky. Night was preparing to take over the world, and the lone fighter, slowly and silently, as if trying not to disturb her, left the hill and headed skywards. Soon it was far beyond the clouds, leaving only a thin smoke trail behind.


The sky around was beautiful. Tatiana led the plane higher and higher, and soon they could see the Sun again. Sunset looked completely different from here. The dark red clouds were below them, and the Sun shined bright and crisp, leaving the glow in the clouds behind it. They could see the space beyond the Earth, the real black color never seen on the surface, and the stars were looking sharp. They could see the planets, and Scooby finally understood what was real in the life. He could - but he has never been here. All his life before was just playing in the dirt, with ones who were nobody for him, without purpose, without being part of the world. But here he finally realized what it means to be rescued and reborn, and he was ready to promise himself not to waste a second ever since.


Tatiana turned on the lights in the cockpit. View of the sky became less visible, and Scooby looked around.
"And now do you know who you are?" - she asked softly.
Scooby suddenly felt relieved, warm, and finally in his place. He jumped onto Tatiana's knees, and she put her hand on his neck.
Scooby has learned a lot today. All his old foundations were away, but he felt like he found the new ones. He didn't even believe Tatiana existed before, he didn't think Headmed had a personality, but now they the only things he was sure in.

- "A cat, my friend. You are a cat, and isn't it fine?" - Headmed raised his head over Tatiana's shoulder, his voice toned down and soft. - "Now you know everything you need."

Scooby was happy as never before. He finally knew it. He rubbed himself at Tatiana again, and the serenity filled him. He meowed in satisfaction, almost touching Tatiana's face with his nose.
"Where were you going to?" - Tatiana whispered. She knew he couldn't answer, but Headmed turned to Scooby, his face somehow not scaring him at all.
"Where was I going?" - Scooby wondered himself. He was going to see some dog, he recalled. It was like a bad dream, a dream he wanted to forget. Why would he? Why would he want to see some dog? Let alone the fact she was from different species, he hasn't even known what dog that was. He was told to - that's all. Scooby tried to feel his memories as a writings on a blackboard. He wiped them out, all, clean.

- "Nowhere" - he laughed. "Nowhere. I just was burning my life for nothing." - "I am going wherever I can really live. You know better where should I go."

Tatiana didn't ask Headmed. She already knew what Scooby would answer, and just pulled the throttle.



Deep in the night, Su-47 was crossing the sky, visible only by the glowing cockpit. It reached a large lake, made a few figures, and rushed down along the mountain river, perfectly following its sharp turns and flying under several bridges. Finally, it reached a small, beautiful valley between sharp cliffs, the river going around it after the waterfall and leaving somewhere hidden among the trees. A few lights were glowing in one of the cliffs, and soon heavy doors started to open nearby, light stripe from the hangar making the river below shine in the night, and turning waterfall into a rain of glowing drops. The plane made a few tight turns, rolling on the way, while waiting for the hangar to open.

Scooby could believe everything now. He was amazed, and he took back his former doubts. All of that was impossible, but he became a part of it. He now believed the stories, and, now a new person, remembering the faces of downed pilots, he knew they weren't lying. He wanted to ask how could she control the plane better than one controls his own body. He couldn't speak in words known to Tatiana, but she understood him by his face.
- "It is not me. It is the sky. You cannot dominate the air, and if you try, you will lose, because the air is stronger. I just listen to the air, feel what will happen next, and stay where the air is. But, to do it, you must be born in a different land" - she smiled.

"The land where the plane flies you".



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P.S. The updated and a bit extended version is here: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Land_Where_Plane_Flies_You


OOC: Tocrowkia, react! Prince Headmed will soon be there, and, don't worry, if that's needed Lasey the II will either believe he is a dog or she is a cat.

And, most importantly, Scooby has always wondered why would the Land Where the Plane Flies You have air aces and pilots at all, not to mention that he was generally very skeptical, not believing in such land at all, and openly mocked so-called The World Soviet Party members as delusional dreamers.


Should I laugh :p ?

You should show them: party always finds YOU!

http://images.wikia.com/uncyclopedia/images/7/76/Soviet_party.gif

OOC: I just did a random Google search for the picture so sorry for the lack of quality,

IC: The Emperor wishes to propose his own personal Norwegian wolf hound whose line has served the Emperors as hunting dogs for 1200 years. The dog is named Blood Mane and is a very well trained dog of pure blood and is also a very powerful dog. So we hope you chose him.

http://personal.inet.fi/koti/starajarussa/Images/Past/Niki/ASIniki10yrs_5mos.jpg

After all the crazyness, we've decided to choose the Scandinvans suitor, Blood Mane.

-Reich Foreign Ministry-

OOC: That makes 3 Things with Suitors Scandinvans has won. The second one today in-fact.