NationStates Jolt Archive

Title is self-explanatory
All those who'd like to explore
The possibilities of musicality
Applied to this theme of war and peeeeeace

Let there be song (let there be song)
Let there be dance (let there be dance)
Let there be some way over-the-top storieeees

Let there be guns (let there be guns)
And Freekish tanks (and Freekish tanks)
And let's all add mysteryyyyyyy!!

"Oh look at the time! It's time for war!"
"His name is Justinian! Just-in-time-ian! Hahaha!"
"Yes, Justintimeian, it's time for war! Where to, dear chap?"
"We all know now! The Hatarian crisis!"

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow
Hataria's a jolly good nation
And so's the wondrous Blub Colonyyyyyyy
Who subsequently burned out and died!

"Is that so, they're dead?"
"I don't believe so! Let's try again!

Oh, he's a jolly good fellow
Hataria's a jolly good nation
And so is the wondrous Blub Colonyyyyyyy
Hataria sought to fear!

"Is that any better?"
"I don't know! Let's see if anyone responds!"

Seasonal blessings and joy all abound
Lovely grey birds flying through the white clouds
Sense of big myst'ry in falling black bombs
Oh look, what a wondrous sight 'tis!

Supernovae, they called those finned kabooms
They fell down and hit London - Questarian!
Oh, tremors on ground and the catching of dirt,
Fell debris and the bodies of mennnnnn!

"Sock it to them" one said. "Kill the fucks," 'nother 'marked!
Let them know how badly we were screwed!
Set the cities ablaze, burn the houses of peace
And let all know how might is remade!

"Now that's just plain offensive!"
"But true."
"Granted. It's all over now!"

Hey! Haven
Oh glorious Haven
Inside the workings of a regional mass
They're named Allanean
And some Questarian
Others to Juumanistra do they belong
Some of Mudkip or ZMI - airships galore!
Some of Pig - este, Hog, sweatian variation!
Else check Praetonia,
Perchance Clandonia
And check out that one called Edonia!
All otherwise set in place
For the regional race
And let the other -nia - oh! Midlonia - take the lead for the rest of the daaaaaaaay!

"That was fun, now, wasn't it?"
"Yes, indeed! Let's have some more!"
"Okay! *to audience* Now you join in! Let's have a story, some songs, but more importantly let's have fun!"

Clandonia >_<

THE STAIRCASE OF THE NATIONS STATES FORUMS…
(A gauze half conceals the tableau of guests at the
opera ball. The guests (whom we cannot yet see
clearly) are in fancy dress a peacock, a lion, a
dragon, Mephistopheles, a highwayman, a clown,
knights, ladies, an executioner. LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE enters. He is dressed as a skeleton in an opera cape. Almost
immediately IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS arrives. He is also dressed as a skeleton that is clad in his signature ceremonial armor beneath an opera cape. The two skeletons see each other and approach nervously)

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”IMPERATOR MAXIMUS?”

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Lord Dreadfire?”

(Each raises his mask to the other. They recognize each
other.)

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Dear Damien, what a splendid party!”

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”The prologue to a bright new year!”

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Quite a night! I'm impressed! Well, one does one's best . . .”

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE / IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
(raising their glasses)
”Here's to us!”

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”I must say, all the same, that it's a shame that 'Phantom'
fellow isn't here!

(The gauze lifts fully to reveal the staircase of the
opera house. The opera ball begins. Among the
GUESTS are four carrying strange percussion
instruments: a monkey with cymbals, a toy soldier
with a drum, a triangle, bells. Together they play
weirdly throughout)

CHORUS
”Nations States! Fictional nations on parade . . .
Nation States! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Nation States! Every nation a different shade . . .
Nation States! Look around - there's another nation behind you!
Flash of mauve . . . Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . . Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . . Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . . Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . . Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . . Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . . Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . . Face of clown . . .
Faces . . . Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned in the light . . . in the sound . . .”

ANGOAR / COREWORLDS
”But who can name the Nation . . .?”

ALL
”Nation States!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds . . .
Nation States!
Take your pill - let the spectacle astound you!
Nation States!
Burning capitals, factory workers in their beds . . .
Nation States!
Stop and stare at the sea of wars around you!
Nation States!
Seething shadows, breathing lies . . .
Nation States!
You can fool any friend who ever knew you!
Nation States!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes . . .
Nation States!
Run and hide - but a Nation will still pursue you!”[/CENTER]

(The ENSEMBLE activity becomes background, as
LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE, IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS, ANGOAR, MILITARY COMMAND, CAZELIA, LAYARTEB and PAN ARAB BARRONIA
come to the fore, glasses in hand)

CAZELIA
”What a night”

ANGOAR
”What a fight”

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”Makes you glad!”

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Makes you proud! All the crème de la creme!”

PAN ARAB BARRONIA
”Watching us watching them!”

MILITARY COMMAND / CAZELIA
”And all our fears are in the past!”

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”Six months...” (I want war, give me more!)

LAYARTEB
”Of debt relief!”

PAN ARAB BARRONIA
”Of delight!” (of oil at an all time high)

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE / IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Of Elysian peace!” ( They both look at each other and wink)

MILITARYU COMMAND / LAYARTEB
”And we can breathe at last!” ( Well, maybe you but not I)

PAN ARAB BARRONIA
”No more UN votes!”

CAZELIA
”No more invading hosts!” (If they do I'll set them on slow roast)

LORD SUMGUY
”Here's a health!” (Gads! Not another asssassination attempt!)

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!” (a chance to rebuild my armies)

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”To the new chandelier!” (Why am I toasting a pile of breakable rubbish that’s not the one adorning my grand chamber?)

LAYARTEB/ CAZELIA
”And may our splendour never fade!”

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS
”Six months!” ( too damn long with out a war!)

PAN ARAB BARRONIA
”What a joy!”

MILIATRY COMMAND
”What a change!” ( With AMF & THE DOOMANI I Agree!)

IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS / LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”What a blessed release!” ( Can we go somewhere else this peaceful glee is taking it’s toll. / I quite agree!)

LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE
”And what a Nation State!”

(They clink glasses and move off )

ALL
”Nations States! Fictional nations on parade . . .
Nation States! Hide your face, so the world will never find you!
Nation States! Every nation a different shade . . .
Nation States! Look around - there's another nation behind you!
Flash of mauve . . . Splash of puce . . .
Fool and king . . . Ghoul and goose . . .
Green and black . . . Queen and priest . . .
Trace of rouge . . . Face of beast . . .
Faces . . .
Take your turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round . . .
in an inhuman race . . .
Eye of gold . . . Thigh of blue . . .
True is false . . . Who is who . . .?
Curl of lip . . . Swirl of gown . . .
Ace of hearts . . . Face of clown . . .
Faces . . . Drink it in, drink it up,
till you've drowned in the light . . . in the sound . . .”
”Nation States!
Grinning yellows, spinning reds . . .
Nation States!
Take your pill - let the spectacle astound you!
Nation States!
Burning capitals, factory workers in their beds . . .
Nation States!
Stop and stare at the sea of wars around you!
Nation States!
Seething shadows, breathing lies . . .
Nation States!
You can fool any friend who ever knew you!
Nation States!
Leering satyrs, peering eyes . . .
Nation States!
Run and hide - but a Nationswill still astound you”

Avast, foolish mortals, the Strong are coming in!
The Strong? Say who? They simply reek of wank!

Wank they! Wank they! Perfect missiles never miss!
Wank them! Wank them! Giant ships that can't be pissed!
Wank us! Wank us! We are guilty just as well!
Honesty's word of the day - you and I've made tanks from hell!

"Alas, my brethren! We are too late. Our nation has fallen, our ships our sunk, and the enemy comes to our shores!"
"Sing along, my leader! You'll learn the answer to this dilemma soon enough!

Blessed are the dead for they no longer have to die
Blessed are the poor whom no one wishes to defy
Blessed are the conquered for soon they shall revolt and win
Blessed are the righteous for they by Godmode's Hand shall live!

But cursed are the living for constantly they are attacked
Cursed are the rich - their riches scoped by those who lack
Cursed are the 'gressive - 'gainst them 'gression shall be had
Cursed are the evil - NOT!

"We are conquered! We are righteous! We are poor! GLORY TO OUR NATION!"

AZRAEL
I was sitting on a mountain;
I was minding my own business;
I was praying to my lovely pagan gods;
When this ebon agent comes along,
And he rambles on and on,
And then he bloody up and leaves.

Is that intelligent?
Is that polite?
And not a bottle of Asprin in my sight.

"Lordie Lord, Kyle Nickolai seeks a wife!"
"And thus he gets one! Fiona Sinclair, they say."
"Different, are they?"
"Both smart and riders of the horse, I pray!"
"Pray why? Indeed they are! What fortuitous turnout!"

Oh, say can you see
Nickolai gets a bride!

"Dancing horses? Wedding gowns of 4.0 report cards! What blasphemy!"
"What madness!"
"For THIS IS NATIONSTATES!"

Blame NationStates!
Blame NationStates!
With all these little (big) parades
And factions, cities, tanks and planes
Of NationStates!
Of NationStates!
All are ready to go MAD
MAD?
MAD!


"MAD?"
"MAD!"

Mutually-assured destruction!
It's the greatest buzzword of the day!
Emm-Aye-Dee for you and me and everyone:
Nukes that fly to cities, states and towns!


"And now, I sing a ballad."

Once when I was weak
Of a million, five or ten or so
I saw lights above my nation
That came down to bring destruction

Ohhhhh Emmm-ayy-Deeee:
It was only me who got destroyed!
Emmmm-Ayee-Deee:
What sadness you have brooouuggghht! Whoa-oh-yeah!


"Splendid! Splendid!"

The night is young and all are still gathered at the magnificent nuclear silo! As we sing and speak amongst ourselves, the ICBM's are being fueled to the max, ready for yet another...

Mutually-assured destruction!
It's the greatest buzzword of the day!
Emm-Aye-Dee for you and me and everyone:
Nukes that fly to cities, states and towns!

(A n00b sits there, crying)

n00b
"The world's not fair!" [Spoken]

"Oh I found Nationstates.
From a friend of a friend of a friend.
I made an account
I thought it would be pretty cool
If I acted like a tool
And so I posted

I needed the make some noise
I needed to make a splash
I needed the attention

And so I posted this.

1 nµk3 th3 w0r£Ð
Oh yeah I just did
1 nµk3 th3 w0r£Ð
With my nµk3
I even added some smilies
like that Sniper one :sniper:
Just to prove my point
1 nµk3 th3 w0r£Ð

(Friend Walks in)

Friend
Hey n00b

n00b
That game, Nationstates. It sucked.

Friend
That's funny. It allow you to express your creative potential and political views.

n00b
Yeah, but listen to this.

"A few hours later I got my reply
I had taken over the world
muhaaaa I thought.
But then I got this
from such a fagg0t n00b
Called Questers [OOC: This is not the opinion of the NC or the person playing the nation]
He said he had an even more powerful weapon
A weapon more powerful then a n00k
Can you believe that n00b bullshit?
And you know what he called it?
A IGNORE cannon.

Friend
An IGNORE cannon, god you’re a n00b

N00b
Fuck off
I n00ked the world, he should be gasping for breath

Friend
And where did you get the nukes from again?

N00b
Umm.. Umm.. Shut up, I’ll work that out later

All the other n00bs did the same thing
One even send the give b.u.t.t.s.e.c.s

Friend
Ahh, the buttsecks. So how did you respond

N00b
I responded with…

More n00ks
More n00ks
And More smileys
Like that gun one
And the mp5
And just in case they didn’t get the point
I said.. oh I said..
1 nµk3 th3 w0r£Ð

Friend
You’re the noob. Get back to CS

N00k
Fuck off

Friend
You will… to CS. Cause you’re a noob.

N00b
Fuck off. And don’t bag cs, it cool lol

Friend
Don’t lol me. Get off the computer or I’ll tell you’re mum about your potty mouth.

N00b
You won’t

Friend
Of course I will. I am your nanny after all.

N00b
Fine

(N00b walks off, with middle fniger raised)

Look down upon the forums
As viewed from deep in space
Be careful in your approach to
So chaotic a place.

There's the sub-forum called
"NationStates", and within
That is the forum "NationStates"
With many a loss and win

In World Cups and suchlike.
Nearby, the reader finds
"International Incidents"
The product of warped minds:

Rumor has it that some of them
Can actually spell.
Most want to n00k the world:
Ever heard "war is hell"?

No? Anyhow, moving on,
The next forum's "Gameplay".
I'm sure it has a real point.
We might find it out. Someday.

And then there are some nations
That call themselves "United":
A definite misnomer.
While many are derided:

The worst and most annoying
Folks are defenestrated.
Why would one stick around?
I don't know, but we're fated

To stay, play, and enjoy.
Purpose? Unnecessary.
It's fun, in it's odd way:
So thanks go to Max Barry.

The President is dressed in an Admiral's suit, and as he walks down the stairs he sings

"I am tired of war, if there weren't so many n00bs, I am sure their would be alot less.. These forums are bursting at the seams with nations, and I'm sure in a a decade's time the forums will burst! Nations fighting, nations conquering, and resisting is a cheerful and hearty sight, only if you are a vulture looking for carrion.."

He jumps up and he and his General Sakarov sing "We only want a better place for our race, but soon we'll have to go to space to get what we want.. We will go out into space, the final frontier, to find what we want, a new life for both of us.."

"We've decidedly avoided NSG in the past, for another war grows there, political flamebaiting, which we don't want to be the bait, for it grows so faint inside us... We're now never going back, we're past the point of no return, past the point of if or when we go to NSG, we're past the never point! Let the dream descend.."

OOC: So what do you all think of the idea? This was only an interest thread but the great songs and stories came pouring in.

OOC: I should make an entry about the ESUS-GFFA war and other FT clusterfucks. .-.

IC:

A man in a red cape jumps down next to the President and he pulls off his Vader mask and he sings "Fool, do you wish to gorge yourself in the blood of my fellow comrades?, you unfeeling man.. Pity comes to late, turn around and face my noose!" President Arnold shoots him and said singing "You fool, you underestimate the power of the .45 AaaaaaaaCeeeeeeeP!, you and your communist kind will soon be destroyed, and democracy will be erected in it's place. You've corrupted our young children for far to long Ranger, and now you shall pay the price!"

Sakarov swings around a pole and he said singing in a high pitched voice "Oh my! There are commies in our backyard under the guise of trick or treaters, oh my what shall we do?" President Arnold sings "Oh, you trick or treaters, you thought not I should harm you, raise up the hand to your eyes nothing will save you, down once more the the dungeons take them, down and off my mind, down into the black despair!"

Several policemen dance and grabbed the trick and treating communists, all dressed in devil suits and the communists start to sing "For Lenin, of thee I sing, the land where our founding fathers die.... AHHH!"

The policemen handcuff them and lead them off the stage..

OOC: It's alright if we have multiple acts, isn't it?

A group of Vetalians enter, dressed in ridiculously gaudy and expensive clothes and carting around stacks of forms and schedules. Damien Dreadfire bursts in to the room, backed by a horde of Gholgothan troops. The Emperor of Vetalia drops his papers and hides behind the nearest aide, but not before nearly falling due to the sheer weight of his valuables.

Damien says nothing, but motions for his troops to surround the cowering officials. With this, Emperor Kosyachenko breaks in to a wavering voice and sings.

Kindly Mr. Dreadfire,
You've got to understand
Our nation's but a lackey
Being led along by hand
On a dozen imperial adventures
Through rain and snow and sand...

Seeing it has done little to change Dreadfire's mood, he continues with an additional stanza.

[/i]We hardly have an army
Our fortunes are in banks
Golly, Moses, please don't send your tanks![/I]

Damien still stares, saying nothing and simply watching. The Vetalian chorus chimes in, adding its voices to the song.


Oh, Damien Dreadfire, we're very upset
We never had the respect that every state oughta get
We're not a warmonger, only misunderstood
It just so happens that in war business is good!

Shortly after this, General Omar Pace of Crimmond enters, surrounded by his own troops in Hazmat suits. They too point their guns at the Emperor, who begins to sing frantically.

Dear Mr. Pace, your Grace,
We're sorry for all that stuff
Ebola, smallpox, anthrax
It was really too much
We didn't want to use it
But somehow it got loose
Please don't send us off to meet the noose!

The rest of the chorus adds in, cognizant of the backdrop, which has changed from a palatial office to a panorama of the ocean, on which a very large Crimmond fleet is sailing, presumably towards Vetalia.


Oh, nation of Crimmond, we're hardly aplomb
Please don't target us with thirty-five different bombs
It's all the Londinians, we're just here by chance
You'd surely have a tougher fight warring against France!

Dreadfire and Pace are not amused, pulling out a piece of paper that reads off the terms of surrender. Their soldiers leave, and the Vetalians begin to grovel as they pile heaps of rubles and gold bars before the feet of their adversaries.

Okay, okay we surrender
Our forces will stand down
At least we're not Victoria
Destroyed to the last town
We'll give you what you want
As long as it's in cash
Please Oh Masters spare the Freekish lash!

The rest of Gholgoth shows up and begins taking away the loot, spurring a last bit of song from the chorus.

Oh, region of Gholgoth, our hearts are contrite
We'll never make the mistake of such a one-sided fight
Please leave us to finance, accounting and trade
We're not fans of digging our own grave!


With this, the Freeks leave, but not before handing a note to the Emperor. He reads it silently and then falls in to a comedic faint, with a river of coins spilling out as they fall from his pockets. The rest of the officials pick him up and drag him away.

One day the President of, OoA
Said, let's, start a war today!
And he's people were all happy 'n gay,
When they threatened to nuke, Maldorians and the CA
But during his stupid parade
The CA had him layed!
So they, nuke his,
ASS!

HEY!

Now whenever you go to OoA
You can have a good day,
filled with ice skating on places like, Bombay
Oh what a wonderful day!
When going, over, to, the, OoA!






"The Eastern World, it is exploding
Violence flaring, bullets a load'in
You're old enough to kill
but not for voting
you say you don't believe in war buts what that gun you're toating
And even the Jordan River has, bodies a floatin

But ya tell me over 'n over 'n over again
MY FRIENDS
That you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction
oh ya don't believe we're on the eve of destruction"

"No more war? Screw that! Why don't we talk about that time some moron crashed into that Spacer station."

"We had a person from Greston on that ship, you know."

"I know!"

One day,
In Cali, my friend Henry,
Entered a space shuttle, that would soon enter BL history

When those diots went out to space, they soon, came face to face
with death-he-heth,
some moron from Akimonad, crashed straight into a BL Space station
It's something I'll never forget!

And when I, saw 300 men fall out of the skyyyyyyyyyyyy
I knew they, were soon to die,
as the blood, spilled out of their eyes,
and their brains grew larger then their heads,
only to explode leaving them dead,

Then back on earth Bl gave birth to another load of shit,
they let out a hissy fit,
then they fined Cali, 3 mill, or was it bill
but who cares! ROCK OUT!

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This was a triumph.
I'm making a note here:
HUGE SUCCESS
Its hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science.
We do what we must because we can.
For the good of all of us...
Except the ones who are dead.
But theres no sense crying over every mistake,
You just keep trying 'til you run out of cake
And the science gets done and you make a neat gun
For the people who are still alive!

I'm not even angry.
I'm being so sincer right now.
Even though you broke my heard
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece
Into
A fire.
As they burned it hurt a lot because
I was so happy for you!

Now these points of data make a wonderful line
And we're out of beta we're releasing on time!
So I'm glad I got burned think of all the things we learned,
for the people who are still aliiiiiiive!

Go ahead and leave me...
I think I'd prefer
To stay
Inside.
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa.
That was a joke.
HAHA
Fat chance.

Aaaaanyway this cake is great,
so delicious and moist.

Look at me still talking when theres science to do
When I look out there it makes me glad I'm not you!
I've experiments to run and theres research to get done
On the people who are still aliiiiiiiiive!

And believe me I am still aliiiiiive!
I'm doing Science and I'm still aliiiiiive!
I feel fantastic and I'm still aliiiiiiiiive!
While you're dying I'll be still aliiiiiiiiiive!
And when you're dead I'll be still aliiiiiiiiiive!
STILL ALIVE!
Still alive...



Please employ your imagination to insert a cast of a hundred singing robots standing on top of a thousand elephants spinning plates on their trunks while simultaniously playing the required musical instruments.
Oh. And fireworks.

Please employ your imagination to insert a cast of a hundred singing robots standing on top of a thousand elephants spinning plates on their trunks while simultaniously playing the required musical instruments.


<3 GLaDOS.

OOC: Multiple acts! Bah, anything goes here! Send poems and Shakespearean madness if you wish! Long live iambic pentameter - the easiest sort of meter that makes your poem look "professional!"

OOC: Multiple acts! Bah, anything goes here! Send poems and Shakespearean madness if you wish! Long live iambic pentameter - the easiest sort of meter that makes your poem look "professional!"

OOC: I might want to add mine is set to the tune of "Gee Officer Krupke"...it makes it even more amusing.

OOC: I'd loike to hear that. Haha!

(Three men and various, unknown, others sat in a circle talking over a bottle of wine. One man stands up, lifts up his arms and starts to sing,)


Diveristy
By: Sir Isaac Xelia


"Nations States diversity...
enough a thing to make me sing...
The Pagan Gods...
The talking dogs,
the uber n00bs,
the super warhogs,
the super gays,
the perverts obssesed with boobs...
you can find them all here,
so let's give a cheer,
so let's have a beer,"


Rishab Akiha
"But don't have a beer in celebration of diversity, frankly diversity sucks, I mean look at me, I'm Hindu. Because of that yesterday some punk beat de shet out a me on the street because of it, hmm."

Robert Michaels
"Shit that was you?"

Rev. Albert Sharper
"Hey fuck you, you fucking Hindu, diversity is great, but only when when the africangrestionions are the more, better, populated. (He doesn't forget to grab the breast collar of both sides of the shirt and pull it with a hmm)

Rishab Akiha
"Ay, no, no, no, no, no, fuck you, Mr. White man Hater, and if you don't believe me let me sing my own part of this.

Why did the nazis kill the jews?
Who knows. Who knows.
Why does the White man hate me cause I'm Hindu?
Who knows. Who knows.
Why did Christopher Columbus inslave the indians?
Who knows. Who knows.
Why do Iraqis hate Americans?
Who knows. I know.
It's all because Diversity.

Imagine a world without diversity,
no WWII,
no more Asians knitting my shoes,
we would need a new headline beside crap at Columbia University,
Onyl if there wasn't diversity,
HEY!"

Rev. Albert Sharper
"Now thats damn rude! Now its my turn,

We need diversity,
we even have it in our pee,
why would you only want yellow, when you could bellow over white, orange or green,
Sure the blacks are better, but what would we do without the bed wetters,
and the Hindus,
to wash our windows, that's why we need diversity
because without diversity, you could not see,
how great is my coloured race,
that's why we have Asians, so they can eat rasins, while hand knitting my lace.
So you see, diversity is for me, and that's how I live!"

(Now the fisrt person starts to sing again)

"Oh my god,
I must nod, to what that man is saying,
Nation States, has no stakes with out the wars of hate,
we need the idiots so the morons don't look dumb themselves,
so we blame our silly fighting, on hate, betrayal, and death,
but when really, the answer may be silly, but even a hillbilly knows that it's all because of, di-ver-si-tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"

OOC-Please, for the love of all gods everywhere, someone mention the Shivan wars.

And the eternal struggle between Coreworlds and Unified Sith.

OOC: I'd loike to hear that. Haha!

OOC: Read my post earlier in the thread. Just imagine everyone with a Bronx accent...which makes even less sense since we're Russian.

Did someone call for me? Well, let me try! *ahem!*

A bunch of trainee Coredian Jedi are training...badly. Their Master sighs and ignites his lightsaber , then proceeds to destroy a couple of remote droids with a complicated move, but he makes it look easy.

(Set to the tune of I'll Make a Man Out of You from Mulan (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koXC5Mljxbw). I'll be using this song often! :D)

Master:
Let's get down to business - To defeat, the Sith!
Did they send me babies when I asked for trainees?
You're the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we're through
Apprentice, I'll make a Knight out of you!

Apprentices screw up some more. Master is sighing.

Master:
Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you found your center
You are sure to win
You're a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven't got a clue
Somehow, I'll make a Knight, out of you!

Chubby Padawan:
I'm never gonna catch my breath

Girl Padawan:
Say good-bye to those who knew me

Weak Padawan:
Boy, I was a fool in Academy for cutting class

Knight watching:
The guy's got 'em scared to death

Tiny Padawan:
Hope he doesn't see right through me!

Another Weak Padawan:
Now I really wish I knew how to spar!

(Be a Knight)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a Knight)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a Knight)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the lightside of the Force

Master shakes his head:
Time is racing towards us till the Sith arrive
Heed my every order and you might survive

Master waves them away:
You're unsuited for the rage of war
So pack up, go home you're through
How could I make a Knight out of you?

Then he noticed them improving and smiles.

(Be a Knight)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a Knight)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a Knight)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the lightside of the Force

They manage to master aspects of the Force. Master beams with approval:

(Be a Knight)
We must be swift as the coursing river
(Be a Knight)
With all the force of a great typhoon
(Be a Knight)
With all the strength of a raging fire
Mysterious as the lightside of the Force!!

So ya got yer fleet of spaceships an' ya got yerself a war,
An' ya launced a million missiles then ya launched a million more,
But the guys inside that thread of yours just all began to snore
'Cause they said that you were ubering and now they'd all ignore?

Welcome, my friend, to NationStates!

So yer char-ac-ter got in a bind and then the bum got nailed,
An' a villain with a red hot poker wanted him impaled?
So ya tried to write 'im outta it but all your efforts failed,
An' all ya wanna do right now is see those n00bs get jailed?

Welcome, my friend, to NationStates!

It's a game of the mind where the mind has issues
And the characters find no knives in their sen-si-tive tissues!

So ya wrote a dozen posts filled with politics' satire,
But your writing was in conflict with the other n00bs' desire?
An' ya feel like getting out but you just can't seem to retire?
Well don't just sit there, take a bow! You're caught up in the mire!

Yes, welcome, my friend, to NationStates!

OOC: Holy shit coreworlds! I was waiting for someone to use that song's tune!

Indeed. I plan to use it in some training thread or other. Expect it soon!

Hello my baby, hello my darlin, hello my ragtime gal!

Oh, Annie!

The nukes will come down, tomorrow
Bet your bottom credit that tomorrow
It's all gone

Just wond'rin 'bout tomorrow
Shakes me up with fear and death and sorrow
Till comes sun

Now we're stuck in a fight
With spite
And glory

Can you face the hordes
Of Guards
And SAYYYYY

Oh, the nukes will come down, tomorrow
Then we'll die or get 'radiated - our death row
What great fun!

Tomorrow!
Tomorrow!
I dread ya
tomorrow!

You're OH NO!
A day awaaaaaaaaaaay!!

(All is Star as Music starts playing and Out comes Rei Nakagishima with Grand Admiral Ryo, Grand General Asuka, LORD DAMIEN DREADFIRE, IMPERATOR MAXIMUS III DOOMANUS, ANGOAR, MILITARY COMMAND, CAZELIA, LAYARTEB and PAN ARAB BARRONIA)

Rei: kono kusari-kaketa chikyuu ni mo

Chorus: (shini-kaketeru!)

Rei: hiru wa hi no hikari (Dreadfire, Doomanus and Angoar: mayakashi darake)
Rei:yoru wa tsuki to hoshi (Ryo, Asuka and Cazelia:oroka na agaki
Rei: ningen domo no saigo no agaki no yosuga.
Rei: wa ga maryoku mote chikyuu-goto (Chorus: kuroi arashi!)
Rei: yami ni tojikomete (Dreadfire and Doomanus: fukisusabu toki)
Rei: horobosu no wa ima (Ryo and PAN ARAB BARRONIA: horobite yuke yo)
Rei: futatabi no shikujiri wa kurikaesu mai zo.

Rei: hikari wo tsubuse! (Chorus: tsubuse tsubuse tsubuse!)
yami koso utsukushii
(Chorus: warera no Evil Queen!)
yami koso utsukushii

(The Group Dances more.)

Rei: iza mukaeute yo anadoru na (Chorus: nake yowameke)
hito ni nikumiau (Chorus: nikushimi urami)
kokoro aru kagiri (Chorus: sakae yo yami ni)
wa ga yami no ENAJII hatsuru koto na keredo

Rei: hikari wo tsubuse (Chorus:tsubuse tsubuse tsubuse!)
yami koso utsukushii
(Chorus: warera no Evil Queen!)
yami koso utsukushii

Rei: hikari wo tsubuse! (Chorus: tsubuse tsubuse tsubuse!)
yami koso utsukushii
(Chorus: warera no Evil Queen!)
yami koso utsukushii

(The Group soon starts a Evil Laugh that Scares all)

OOC:Based on this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFhkTLj0xco)

I don't think many people speak Japanese here on NS, Ryou...

What follows is a state biography.
And it shall center on little old we .

We came here in the middle of much strife, young and oh so bold.
Near immediately our Noobish self declared war on the world.

Karmabaijan, Scolopendra and the Melkor Unchained,
These were the people we encountered, those that be named.
Arda and the Triumvirate of Yut, saw that we be tamed.

The Smackdown was Righteous, became an Operation.
Through all the pain and the NooKz, we kept our nation,
Unarmed and humiliated, but then came a new generation.

Huzzah, We're alive.
Huzzah, We see the way.
Huzzah, This we derive.

Soon, we met the good folks of Midnight.
Anti-Ragnarok, they be who we fight.
This conflict repeated often, seven or eight.
We grew in power and respect, that's right.

Haraki, Ruhr, Celack. Friends of old.
One day after a mighty battle, all were told
We should create an Alliance, one so bold.
New Alliance Treaty Organization, we're sold.
NATO, mighty NATO, you still live, so old.

North Korea, you rascal you. Fight us you did.
At this point, we were not new, our forces we bid.
Gassed, we were, you made us oh so mad.
Our first colony we gained, right in your mid.

NATO, you fell then, much sad
New alliances and friends were had
Arda, BDI, APTO, and others had
an interest in our little land

We take this time to remember the dead,
Whose cause we blame on Melkor's head.
Nuked us a second time, an ironic thread,
An alliance we shared, a mistake we lead.

Gholgoth comes next, oh most mighty of places.
We are next to all number of people and races.
People seek to conquer us, anger on their faces.
Automagfreek is a magnet, but he holds the aces.

Now we Sigmans were never very lyrical,
often much more warlike and tyrannical.
More often, our song makes blood curdle.
We still have yet to learn, we're thankful.

That is our history, close as we can get.
Our past is murky, much do we regret.

Names too many, places too numerous.
This crazy world keeps it serious.

Then the Walrus comes.

End.


(Note: I'm an artist of the visual. Music comes difficult to I. Gah, my wordifier is broken.)

OOC: That was a nice one.

A man with an electric guitar slides down the Ground staircase and sings next to the President, in a slight scream "Ahhh!, the n00bs shall in time learn to be great nations, and then shall we be pleased, but then will there be a shortage of n00bs!, will Ryou meet his end, or shall he rise to fame?, will Clandonia Prime still exist at the end of the wooorlld.. I see trees on fire.."

He starts playing "A Wonderful World" rock version, and he sings "I see burning roses too, the skies are red with blood, men are shedding skin.. I see the nations of the world fightning each other, I see Translyvania holding up a flag with the woords DC.. What an evil world..."

He then switches to a Metallica song, with his head banging and screaming he yells "Nations of the world UNITE! in the face of the alien invasion that will occur inevitably in Future Tech RP!, we shall destroy all nations that dare use genocide as a way of slimming down their populace!"

The man screams "I am Col.Chekov, General Sakarov's aide, I thank you for listening.." He then leans down, and does an electrifying guitar solo, "Bumbpadadupadsa bewwwwwwbadadada, zyaaaaaaaayayayayahhhhhhhhh..." He stands and sings without his guitar "I thank you for listening to this songgg..."

This is the one that everybody should've seen coming.

:) :) :)

Next up to the mic is a man with a little CD. He is morbidly obese from sitting for too many years behind a computer, wears jeans and a black T-Shirt with a logo on it that is so faded that it cannot be read. He has the stubble from several days' growth of beard. Though he hopes that people will enjoy his song, with the length of time since his last shower, deaf people could enjoy him, too. He grabs the microphone and, standing stiffly behind it, begins to sing to the familiar tune that is now blaring away on the speakers behind him.

To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
I was in some threads one time,
But they won't finish, 'cause they've all DIED!

Someguy's dead and then came back,
But Anrion was never saved.
Der'lict ships and colonies
All have DIED 'cause their writers caved.
I had a real great rhyme to put here,
But I forgot what it was!

To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
I was in some threads one time,
But they won't finish, 'cause they've all DIED!

Wolf was holier than thou,
Chrono couldn't make the scene.
I just stood and dropped my trou
To have a full-mooned halloween.
Dillon Hunt had fifty clones
But all of them have DIED!

To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
I was in some threads one time,
But they won't finish, 'cause they've all DIED!

So sit and read it with your head,
And try to take the tune to heart.
'Cause the truth is that THIS thread
Will NEVER die 'cause it didn't START!
If you don't get off the ground,
You just can't DIE!!!!!!!!!

To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!
To all the threads that have DIED, DIED!

...eventually, the music DIES away...

Long live iambic pentameter - the easiest sort of meter that makes your poem look "professional!"OOC: This is true.

You need to practice your percentage skills?
That stuff you learned back in middle school math?
Hoping to make some simulated kills?
Want other armies to feel your great wrath?

Come to a storefront! We will sell you nukes!
Just check some unofficial calculator
Make sure the tech levels aren't awful flukes,
Press buttons, smirk, and mutter, "See you later".

Your opponent won't accept that you can bomb
Him (or her) to oblivion? Tough luck.
All you're dealing with is virtual ROM
So sorry, buddy: looks like you are stuck.

But here is something else that you can do:
Turn around and sell n00ks to n00bs like you!

OOC again: If you would like to do this sort of thing ICly, sign up for WorldVision 4: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=542194

[OOC: Tanaara, you win. That's all that needs to be said.]

[OOC: Awwww Thanks! GD, though I think that there are several here better than me!]

Life of a Random n00b


First Post

Welcome to the jungle
We've got fun n' games
We got everything you want
Honey, we know the names
We are the people that can find
Whatever you may need
If you got the money, honey
We got your disease

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

Welcome to the jungle
We take it day by day
If you want it you're gonna bleed
But it's the price you pay
And you're a very sexy girl
That's very hard to please
You can taste the bright lights
But you won't get them for free
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
I, I wanna hear you scream

Welcome to the jungle
It gets worse here everyday
Ya learn ta live like an animal
In the jungle where we play
If you got a hunger for what you see
You'll take it eventually
You can have anything you want
But you better not take it from me

In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your knees, knees
I wanna watch you bleed

And when you're high you never
Ever want to come down, YEAH!

You know where you are
You're in the jungle baby
You're gonna die
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Feel my, my, my serpentine
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
knees, knees
In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It' gonna bring you down-HA!


First War (Inevitable Destruction)

The ocean, is on fire
The sky turned dark again
As the boats came in
And the beaches
Stretched out with soldiers
With their arms and guns
It has just begun

Believe, you want this
Believe, I want this too

Why wont you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this?
Tear my head
Inside out

And the houses
Laid out like targets
With the deafening sound
We watched them all go down
And the families
Now useless bodies
They lay still black and blue
A gift from us to you

Believe, you want this
Believe, I want this too

Why wont you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this?
Tear my head
Inside out

Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh (Believe)
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh (Believe, you want this too)
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh

Why wont you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this?
Tear my head
Inside out

Why wont you tell me that
It's almost over
Why must this?
Tear my head
Inside out

Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh oh

Missle Strike and Cause of Death

Wanted to buy you shiny red things
Thought I'd be with you until the end
How did I know that I would be there
Blow me away
See if I care

Death of a future
Goodbye to my friends
Wish I could see you all again
Family hollow
Family real
Wish you were here see how I feel

Kill a man
Kill a girl
Kill a man
Kill a girl

Jekyll in you
Brings out the wired in me
I have no defense
I'm all that you see
The night is a bomb blast
The night is on fire
Sing with me in the gasoline choir

And you say you want to change our minds
I've paid for your belief with mine
Of all the bravest stands in time

You stoop so low you'll never rise

Occupation (Sang from Occupational Troops Government Point of View)
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain
Her hair reminds me
of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine

NS General did at least one of these a few years back. (As I recall, quasi-mythical figures such as Myrth, Marathon, and Beeker were featured.) The problem with an II-themed musical would be the enormous wealth of characters and players that would be introduced. Someone would have to decide, first, in what time period to set the musical; second, which characters and nations to use, and especially which ones to feature. If we decide to set the musical in the aftermath of the Fifth World War, we can't have the Kraven Corporation or Clandonia Prime suddenly popping in; if we set it in two or three years from the present date we may have to assume that certain characters or nations will retire or die.

Most importantly, determining who the main characters will be: Everyone will want a leading role, or at least a cameo. Only a few people can have leading roles, however, unless you want the musical to bear a close resemblance to -- say, "Cats". Therefore, someone will need to determine who shall play what role, and why. Come to think of it, we should write at least a vague plot outline, if not the entire script itself. And those instrumentalists and vocalists among us can write and/or perform the songs. <.< >.>

You can't throw a bunch of unrelated segments and songs together and call it a musical. (Maybe a vaudeville revue, but I digress.) This kind of thing needs organisation and the like from someone competent. Which means not me. But meh.

NS General did at least one of these a few years back. (As I recall, quasi-mythical figures such as Myrth, Marathon, and Beeker were featured.) The problem with an II-themed musical would be the enormous wealth of characters and players that would be introduced. Someone would have to decide, first, in what time period to set the musical; second, which characters and nations to use, and especially which ones to feature. If we decide to set the musical in the aftermath of the Fifth World War, we can't have the Kraven Corporation or Clandonia Prime suddenly popping in; if we set it in two or three years from the present date we may have to assume that certain characters or nations will retire or die.

Most importantly, determining who the main characters will be: Everyone will want a leading role, or at least a cameo. Only a few people can have leading roles, however, unless you want the musical to bear a close resemblance to -- say, "Cats". Therefore, someone will need to determine who shall play what role, and why. Come to think of it, we should write at least a vague plot outline, if not the entire script itself. And those instrumentalists and vocalists among us can write and/or perform the songs. <.< >.>

You can't throw a bunch of unrelated segments and songs together and call it a musical. (Maybe a vaudeville revue, but I digress.) This kind of thing needs organisation and the like from someone competent. Which means not me. But meh.

OOC:

You're taking this way to seriously, dude.

This isn't a musical, it's an interest thread. Nobody ever tried to call it a musical.

But, speaking as an editor for a publishing house, if you wish to take it seriously, you've missed a step.

Before we can even talk about plot, we've got to decide on a theme. That is to say, what will "Nationstates: the Musical" be about? A brief and fractured history of the entire game, including nations, issues, whatever? An "episode" in the game involving various "major players?" The making of a musical about a massively online game? Something else? How serious do we want it to be? Should it be straight up, a complete satire or somewhere in between? Do we want it to be incredibly intellectual and poetic, campy drown-me-in-the-shallow-water stuff or something in between? Do we want it to be outlandish and grandiose like Tan's stuff, down-to-earth like my second post or something in between? English-only or inclusive of other languages (TY, Ryou!)? Is there going to be character development, or will it be more of a snapshot?

Succinctly, before there is the plot, there must be the theme, the vision. Who is going to decide upon the vision?

IC:

Here's a little tune for ya!

::MASSIVE, ROILING FART!!!!::

:) :) :)

OOC: Well for the point at hand, I was too swept up in the wave of strange song posts to actually say anything about it. I was intending for a musical with large participation, but with clearly set roles and organization. An OOC thread, discussions in #nationstates or a possible new channel, say #nationstates_musical on EsperNet.

The original story would have been a fourth-wall + asides set of interactions concerning all the major events of the past three months. Or four months, even. Diplomacy, wars, and some introductory biographies as did Sigma Octavius. Cameos by SHODAN and GLaDOS! Whatever. Bah.

Anyway, I asked twice in the thread what people thought of how things had gone. I wanted the songs to come in for a while, test the waters of creativity, before I went on and asked how people thought of it. After all, I said, it was just an interest thread. Looks like no one responded though.

[OOC: Tossed this idea around and Doom kept pestering me to post this, so here it is - "Do You Hear The People Sing", Doomani style.]

(Maximus ascends to the top of a tower in Ephesium, waving a flag with a blood-red cross on it)

Maximus:
Do you hear the slave-boys sing?
Singing a song of idiot men?
It is the music of poor fools,
Who are slaves and are again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the slashing of the whips,
There is a life about to end
As lifeblood begins to ebb!

(his brother joins in, as the soldiers take out their nuclear RPGs and randomly shoot stuff)

Gaius:
Will you join in our crusade?
Who will kill infidels with me?
Beyond the Haven isles,
Is there a world you wish to own?

(an army commander laughs and joins Gaius)

Army Commander:
Then join in the fight
That will give us some slaves and some more!

(this is accompanied by the rhythmic noises of artillery and the sounds of the dying)

ALL
Do you hear the slave-boys sing?
Singing a song of idiot men?
It is the music of poor fools,
Who are slaves and are again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the slashing of the whips,
There is a life about to end
As lifeblood begins to ebb!

(a nuclear RPG round gets away, almost hitting Maximus. Swearing in bastardized Doomani Latin, the emperor smashes the hapless soldier in the face, breaking his neck and killing him in one blow)

Gaius:
Will you give all you can give
So that we will conquer all,
We will conquer all we can,
And conquer more with another chance!
The blood of the martyrs
Will be splattered all over Elysium!

(cheers among the crowds of soldiers, who have taken away the dead soldier, jointly spitting on his corpse)

ALL
Do you hear the slave-boys sing?
Singing a song of idiot men?
It is the music of poor fools,
Who are slaves and are again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the slashing of the whips,
There is a life about to end
As lifeblood begins to ebb!

(Maximus gets off the tower)

Maximus:
This sucks. I'm tired of this.

(Maximus draws out a guitar from somewhere and begins to play an awesome guitar solo. Several soldiers are dumbstruck and begin to pray. Others chuckle, whispering, "that's our emperor". Maximus laughs raucously and turns it up a notch. The result is the greatest guitar solo ever invented)

OOC: Well for the point at hand, I was too swept up in the wave of strange song posts to actually say anything about it. I was intending for a musical with large participation, but with clearly set roles and organization. An OOC thread, discussions in #nationstates or a possible new channel, say #nationstates_musical on EsperNet.

The original story would have been a fourth-wall + asides set of interactions concerning all the major events of the past three months. Or four months, even. Diplomacy, wars, and some introductory biographies as did Sigma Octavius. Cameos by SHODAN and GLaDOS! Whatever. Bah.

Anyway, I asked twice in the thread what people thought of how things had gone. I wanted the songs to come in for a while, test the waters of creativity, before I went on and asked how people thought of it. After all, I said, it was just an interest thread. Looks like no one responded though.

Folks, I could make a musical out of the events in just Marionetonia's region, the Republic, that had happened during that time. Even assuming that we don't want to include the regional sub-boards (though at least some allusion to these would be in order), there's still a tremendous amount of material here...I think.

Better backtrack a bit.

What constitutes a "major event?" For example, does the invasion of the Republic's outer colonies (a thread that...well, you know) count? How about their current ongoing war with Dracious? Their decision NOT to enter the GFA's conflict with Chrono and his minions? (No offense meant to Chrono, for whom I share the respect and esteem which many others regard him with.) (I was a BIG part of that one. Probably pulled a few provinces out of the fire by getting 'em to back down.)

Guess I never really defined major. But I did mention the Seven Day War (HW1), and there was that odd Hatarian crisis. Those seem likely candidates.

Never heard of 'em.

(Point is that this is a VERY subjective thing, and that there probably aren't too many people who read enough of these threads to make a decision like that. I sure don't!)