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If the Tocrowkians thought that the B-52s and nuclear wepons were the only way they were going to pay for their crimes, they were wrong. an elite team of spec op commandos had infiltrated the tocrowkian capital and now were preparing to storm the president palace or castle or whatever. The spec ops shot dead the guards and now were storming the building looking for the fuhrer or who ever lead the evil tocrowkian empire was called.

Khartoum, Human Order HQ

"Mother of God..."

~Commissar Hector V. Davis on hearing of this continued insanity

If the Tocrowkians thought that the B-52s and nuclear wepons were the only way they were going to pay for their crimes, they were wrong. an elite team of spec op commandos had infiltrated the tocrowkian capital and now were preparing to storm the president palace or castle or whatever. The spec ops shot dead the guards and now were storming the building looking for the fuhrer or who ever lead the evil tocrowkian empire was called.

Free Furry, we would like to discuss peace terms with you before excesive bloodshed occurs.

((OOC: Um...okay. That is godmodding, and I don't think anyone else will disagree. You infiltrating my nation, my capital and the building in which my Head-of-State lives all within a single paragraph post is simply the most atrocious, rude and quite frankly retarded thing I have ever read. However, I will again humor you, so I'll get to writing my post ASAP. You're not going to like the results though.))

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OOC: FFI, never post another player's damages. Never post that your actions are accomplishing something specific in another player's territory without giving them a chance to respond. Usually, it will just result in an official -Ignore-.

The President of the Cevnian Federation read his response to the events involving the Free Furry Islands:

"In the interest of national security, the Cevnian Federation hereby declares that any use of nuclear weapons on any nation by the FFI will be considered an act of war! Any attack on the sovereign Liberal Neo-Imperial Reich of Tocrowkia will result in a full military assault on the nation of Free Furry Islands. I would also like to thank the leader of Tocrowkia for exercising restraint in this matter. That is all." he walked quickly off the platform, the flashes of the cameras lighting up his face. He was stopped by the Minister of Defense.

"Mr. President, the Federal Navy cannot move enough military assets to take and hold the FFI...we only have twenty-two ships. Fourteen of which are obselete and scheduled to be scrapped."

"Yes, I know. My statement was to make it perfectly clear that I will tolerate meaningless warfare on my nations doorstep. I believe I am right in assuming that with so many nations against it: the FFI will either recall its bombers or surrender and be absorbed into the Tocrowkian Reich. Our military 'assets' will not be needed if Tocrowkia decides to attack, and if they requested our help-it wouldn't make much of a difference...our military personel, in total, is only 16,850. And only when we are on full alert..."

Seth Mahone, Steward of the Tocrowkian Reich was hoping to enjoy a nice night alone in the Reichstag. Though the recent hostiles in Haven and the whole Furry nonsense were putting more pressure upon his shoulder than he really cared to bare, it was the responsibility he had accepted when had taken the office of Steward.

However, one thing he had not expected upon taking the office was an assassination attempt. By furries, no less. But Seth had a rude awakening as he walked idly through the halls of the Reichstag, carrying a cup of green tea in his hands, heading toward his private quarters.

When he crossed an intersection in the corridors, however, a hail if gun fire erupted in his general direction. The Steward quickly rolled for cover, his cup smashing against the hardwood floors. He quickly tried to regains his bearings, and figure out just what the hell was going on.

He peered over the corner to see at least half a dozen armed men, commandos judging by the style of their clothing. Kevlar vests, carbines, gas masks. Yes, defiantly special forces. He could tell they weren't Tocrowkian though, because of the fact no sane Tocrowkian would have a badge that read "WILL YIFF FOR MONEY!" on their arm.

Seth glared. Furries, disgracing the very heart of the Reich?! It was...unacceptable! Atrocious! An insult to his ancestors! But what could he do...? In his present situation, all he had was a 9mm sidearm, which he carried with him at all times, and a Dragonskin vest, which he wore under his formal attire. Well, that was better than nothing.

Pulling out the handgun, clicking it back and peering over the corner, he announced his attentions. "Alright, you sick, animal-humping asshats. You want some? Well then..." He searched for a good line to used, but shrugged when he realized he didn't have one at the moment. "Fuck it. I'm coming out there!"

And with that, he stood up and dashed out, firing several rounds into the nearest commandos face. Before his body could fall to the ground, Seth grabbed him by the belt and used him as a human(or furry, whatever) shield against the barrage of automatic fire from the others.

After it hand ended, he quickly discarded the body, throwing it aside without so much as a second glance, so much so was the Stewards hatred for furries. He caught the other two during a reloading phase, which proved to be a terrible mistake on their behalf.

He shot the nearest one in the ankle, and quickly ran up to him and snapped his neck as he bent down on one knee to nurse the injury. He pulled the deceased soldiers combat knife out from his utility belt, and threw it directly into the jugular vain of the third commando just as he was done reloading.

Seth could hear more movement down stairs, and so opted to take one of the assault rifles and a few grenades. He walked over to the balcony, overlooking the twin stair cases that spiraled down to the first floor. The door was wide open, and he could see his guards lying dead, and several furry commandos rallying in the area directly below the balcony, preparing to storm up stairs and check what the commotion was.

Seth never gave them the chance, however. He pulled the pins on the grenades he had taken and threw them down at his would-be assassins. He then quickly grabbed the top of a table that had been broken during the fire fight, pressed it against the railing of the stairs and jumped on.

He rode it all the way down, like some sort of star in a B-action movie, mowing down or finishing off the furries that hadn't been killed in the blast, all the while struggling to keep his balance. Finally, he reached the end of the railing without falling off and simply hopped off before the board flew off the railing and out the door.

Looking around, he could see three more commandos running up the stairs from outside. Discarding the now empty assault rifle, he ran forward, ignoring the fact that several bullets impacted the hidden suit of Dragonskin as he did so.

He ran toward the furry on the left first, grabbing his head and slamming it against his knee with all the force he could muster. He heard a satisfying snap, but kicked him in the chest and sent him rolling down the stairs for good measure. He then quickly turned and swept-kick the center furry's legs from under him, leaving the right one as the only immediate threat.

He quickly disposed of that by whipping out his pistol and capping the moronic assassin right in the face. With that done, he turned to the one on the ground. He kicked his weapon away and straddled the man, overcome by rage at this point.

"You motherfucker! Who do you think you are, coming here!? To my fucking capital, my home and killing my countrymen?!" He grabbed the commandos head and began slamming it repeatedly against the edge of a stair, shouting expletives at the top of his lungs for several minutes, turning the furry's head into mush in the process.

"Your Grace! My God, are you alright?" He heard a thankfully Tocrowkian voice ask, noticing several S.S. guards making their way up the stairs. "We heard there was a raid on the Reichstag...!" One of them commented, frightened to see his leader covered in blood. Seth took a deep breath, and stood, straightening out his diner jacket.

"Yes, I am quite alright. These men are furries." He commented with obvious loathing in his voice, turning and spitting at one of the bodies. "Yes, Your Grace! They also sent a group of bombers after us, but we intercepted them!" He replied, standing before his lord now.

"What?! That's it. That's the last straw. Get me a camera crew, and my aids. And the generals. We are going to war. I've had enough of these idiots..." Seth hissed, looking back to see all the damage they had caused.

He was going to really enjoy this particular war.

Urcea is willing to make a deal:

We will give you 3 Nuclear ICBMs and $30,000,000 if you give us all, and I mean all, of your hentai. We will use it to distribute it among the population.

Okay, that is godmodding. how can you kill my elite commandoes just like that?! also, what is dragonskin? more godmodding??

Okay, that is godmodding. how can you kill my elite commandoes just like that?! also, what is dragonskin? more godmodding??

It's funny that you claim godmoding when you clearly godmoded your way into his nation, capital AND leader's castle thingy house.

Okay, that is godmodding. how can you kill my elite commandoes just like that?! also, what is dragonskin? more godmodding??

OOC: dragonskin is a type of body armor made by Pinnacle Armor; your "elite" commandoes might be elite for you, but after you God Mod (TM) in the way you did, Tocrowkia is allowed to respond in kind. Now seriously, Tocrowkia probably maintains a standing army bigger than your population, you can't win. That and his leader has a +5 saving roll.

Tocrowkia: Mind exporting a few thousand of your soon-to-be POWs to my hunting preserves?

SOV™ Flexible Body Armor aka DRAGON SKIN (http://www.pinnaclearmor.com/body-armor/dragon-skin.php)

Not god modding - read up on modern tech before you try playing it

It's funny that you claim godmoding when you clearly godmoded your way into his nation, capital AND leader's castle thingy house.

OOC: Ironic, yes, but not completely invalid. One player posting another's damage just not justify the same actions in response.

(((OOC: Psst FFI, read the following.

Guide to NS (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=357975)

Godmodding etc. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=367578)

RPing and I.G.N.O.R.E. cannoning (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=282993)
)))

OOC: Can someone please tell me what these "Furries" are?

OOC: dragonskin is a type of body armor made by Pinnacle Armor; your "elite" commandoes might be elite for you, but after you God Mod (TM) in the way you did, Tocrowkia is allowed to respond in kind. Now seriously, Tocrowkia probably maintains a standing army bigger than your population, you can't win. That and his leader has a +5 saving roll.

Tocrowkia: Mind exporting a few thousand of your soon-to-be POWs to my hunting preserves?

Sure. :)

OOC: Ironic, yes, but not completely invalid. One player posting another's damage just not justify the same actions in response.

I think my post was justified, given what I had to work with. He claims to have infiltrated my nation with a large team of heavily armed commandos, ignoring my national security and intelligence agencies. He then claims to have infiltrated my capital, the most secure city in my nation, and then he storms the most secure building in the most secure city.

((( Scratch my last one, read all of This (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408855))))

Look at FreeDemGov and just groans.

Erm, as I am not a Furrie, I'm am so NOT going to try and explain furries to the unknowning. It's not that I don't think you'd understand, but only a furrie can adequately explain what a furrie is.

So, might I suggest that any one who posts here trying to tell you or any one else what a furried is, unless they are a furrie, take waht they say with several tonnes of salt, and a swig or two of the hard liquor of your choice.

Then give your keys to some one else, do NOT drink and drive!

OOC: Can someone please tell me what these "Furries" are?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furry_fandom

Tread lightly.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Furry_fandom

Tread lightly.

*Shivers*

so this dragonskin is a real life thing???

Tocrowkia: Like Mer, I'll pay you for a few thousand of those "Furries" you manage to capture intact so I can give my troops something to do...

Tocrowkia: Like Mer, I'll pay you for a few thousand of those "Furries" you manage to capture intact so I can give my troops something to do...

On Earth as it is in Valhalla. :)

(Translation: Sure.)

Closes eyes and sighs again

FFI - yes follow the link in my post and read for yourself - yes it is real, and so effective that our underpaid troops are buying it out of their onw money so as to have the best available protection

and then their asshatts of officers are telling them that if they wear it and get injured that the army won't pay for their medical ( or so I've heard, have had no direct confirmation, but if it's true color me utterly disgusted! )