Tenuria
13-10-2007, 04:13
So, yeah, I'm considering bringing back the Tenurian Imperium (history) (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Tenuria) to fight against the si-Thalüo Damalg'iru in epic civil war of win.
Basically: The former Imperium of Tenuria occupied a barren wasteland that nobody really cared about and few wanted to live near, hence a small population. Approximately 40 years ago, the military forces of the Imperium overthrew and murdered the entire government plus Imperial Family, proceeding to establish a totalitarian state that makes Kravonika look like Woodstock.
Now, however, a Random Guy in a more civilised nation has regained his memory after an experimental operation, and declares that he is actually the heir to the Tenurian throne; while the rest of the Imperial Family was murdered, he was set adrift as a baby, with a single Guardsman to guide the boat, and eventually ended up on foreign shores. Problem: the Random Guy displays signs of insanity. Other problem: the Random Guy educates your people about the si-Thalüo Damalg'iru, where everything from free thought to sex to oddly shaped pretzels is banned, and they clamour for your government to liberate the oppressed Damalgians. The Random Guy and some of his followers hijack a boat and set out for Tenuria, and when the boat is turned into a smoking pile of rubble and the Random Guy barely escapes alive with none of his followers surviving, you decide to avenge the deaths of your citizens, and so on and so forth.
Requirements:
You must simultaneously be possessed of sanity (dealing with this whole situation in a realistic manner) and a temporary lack of sanity (required in order to piss off a nuclear-capable, partly icebound, exceedingly militaristic nation a few dozen klicks north of nowhere).
You must be capable of writing more than about four lines of prose at a time, preferably with proper spelling and grammar.
It would be helpful if you described yourself as being in the northern hemisphere, within about fifteen thousand nautical miles of the Tenurian landmass (which corresponds roughly to Greenland with the southern half cut off; I have a map somewhere).
Finally, you must be willing to tolerate my occasional disappearances, rambling and incoherent posts, and technological/societal/geographical oddities, to a point. (If something flat out doesn't work, let me know and I will proceed to throw large pieces of bacon at you until I calm down and fix it.)
Basically: The former Imperium of Tenuria occupied a barren wasteland that nobody really cared about and few wanted to live near, hence a small population. Approximately 40 years ago, the military forces of the Imperium overthrew and murdered the entire government plus Imperial Family, proceeding to establish a totalitarian state that makes Kravonika look like Woodstock.
Now, however, a Random Guy in a more civilised nation has regained his memory after an experimental operation, and declares that he is actually the heir to the Tenurian throne; while the rest of the Imperial Family was murdered, he was set adrift as a baby, with a single Guardsman to guide the boat, and eventually ended up on foreign shores. Problem: the Random Guy displays signs of insanity. Other problem: the Random Guy educates your people about the si-Thalüo Damalg'iru, where everything from free thought to sex to oddly shaped pretzels is banned, and they clamour for your government to liberate the oppressed Damalgians. The Random Guy and some of his followers hijack a boat and set out for Tenuria, and when the boat is turned into a smoking pile of rubble and the Random Guy barely escapes alive with none of his followers surviving, you decide to avenge the deaths of your citizens, and so on and so forth.
Requirements:
You must simultaneously be possessed of sanity (dealing with this whole situation in a realistic manner) and a temporary lack of sanity (required in order to piss off a nuclear-capable, partly icebound, exceedingly militaristic nation a few dozen klicks north of nowhere).
You must be capable of writing more than about four lines of prose at a time, preferably with proper spelling and grammar.
It would be helpful if you described yourself as being in the northern hemisphere, within about fifteen thousand nautical miles of the Tenurian landmass (which corresponds roughly to Greenland with the southern half cut off; I have a map somewhere).
Finally, you must be willing to tolerate my occasional disappearances, rambling and incoherent posts, and technological/societal/geographical oddities, to a point. (If something flat out doesn't work, let me know and I will proceed to throw large pieces of bacon at you until I calm down and fix it.)