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We of The Terror Group Cobra Moon Declares that We will Rule The World and all Nations will fall to our Might. Our Vipers will March around The world and Crush all enemies of The Cobra Moon Order!


COBRA MOON!!!!!!!!!!!

OOC: My Group is a Mix of PMT and FT Techs.

OOC: I'm so sick of people doing this.

Bomble looked at the message and laughed.

OOC: I'm so sick of people doing this.

Bomble looked at the message and laughed.

OOC: Quoted for truth.

[OOC: Worst. First. Post. EVAR.]

To: Cobra Moon
From: Asgarnieu
Subject: "Message"

Greetings. It is the opinion of the empire that Cobra Moon ceases all foolishness; for failure to do so may result in the destruction of Cobra Moon by much more powerful nations.

Please, think of your people.

Thank you.

Respectfully,

Michael St. Aubin
Vice President of the United Democratic Empire of Asgarnieu

*Lt. Master Bats looks at the message, calls over the office messanger and says.*" Heh I have the strongest urge to scream YO JOE!"

Sup Hataria?

Sup Hataria?

OOC: How On earth Did you arrive At That conclusion?!

Come to think of it, I do believe that you're right! This is Hataria!

Perhaps the randomcaps, the standard Hataria inanity, and the fact that his MSN avatar is the Cobra emblem? Nah. Couldn't be NS's resident pariah. It's just exactly like him in every respect. Betcha it even has a character that never dies, no matter how many times you kill it.

CFSS GHQ, Skgorria City

Storm-Colonel Beckenbauer couldn't believe it, this was the third claim of world domination that the Skgorrian government had recieved this week. She was starting to regret her request to be transfered away from a field command and into military intelligence.
"So, what do we do now?" She asked the senior analysts gathered around the planning table as she sipped her cup of tea.
A fat, balding man cleared his throat and leant forward, tugging nervously at his creased tie. "Well ma'am, standard proceedure is to check the nation's size and military capabilities, and if they are significantly weaker than us then we send an insulting message."
"Sometimes we round up citizens of that nation and detain them," piped up a squeaky adolescent voice. Everyone turned to the small teenage boy, no older than 14, who was standing at the back taking notes and trying not to sweat too much.
"Who the hell are you?" yelled Storm-Colonel Beckenbauer, pounding her fist onto the table.
"I'm...I'm the work experience boy," the youngster gulped. A bead of sweat was working its way down his face, and fell onto the collar of Skgorrian Youth Legion uniform shirt.
"Work experience...good grief gentlment, this is supposed to be a top-secret government agency and you let children work here!" Storm-Colonel Beckenbauer yelled. She was clearly exasperated, and buried her head in her hands.
"Do whatever you want, I don't care, I'm putting in for a transfer," she spat and stormed out. The analysts sat there for several moments in uncomfortable silence before it was broken by the work experience boy.
"Anyone want a coffee?"

Official Communique From The Skgorrian Foreign Ministry To Cobra Moon

Your existence is truly pathetic, your intentions laughable and your racial origins questionable.

Atopian Ministry of War Official Communique:

Thought for the Day: If you wish peace, prepare for war.

The terrorists of Cobra Moon are beneath even our contempt. Following the issuing of this communique, no other communications will be made with Cobra Moon.

Atopiana refuses to aknowledge the existence of Cobra Moon. Such gutterscum will expire without our intervention.