NationStates Jolt Archive

:upyours:The massive Navy of the coalition surround the Republic of Quagmire. The ships spread out as far as the eye can see. As the sun rises on Quagmire the south side of the isle is fearful for their lives and the majority of the people run for their lives like the pansy ass bitches they are. It is as if there is no water under the ships, just a black metal sea of death. As the ships beginning to land on the shores the ships behind it lay siege to the forest of the Republic destroying the trees allowing no homes for the pathetic falcons to live. The next line of attack is the bombardment of the air ships. :mp5:As they pass over the isle the planes drop off the thousands upon thousands of paratroopers more like rain drops then men. Once they hit the ground the group up and set off the destroy the buildings in the near by town. The marines of Rahnistan destroy the few ground troops of Quagmire and then burn the building to the ground. They make sure that they don't allow anyone to get away and make sure that they rape them all; women, children and a few men. Raping and pillaging is all in a days work for the brutal soldiers of Rahnistan. As the sun begins to sets the soldiers of Rahnistan have heavily embedded themselves in the coast line of Quagmire. The boats continue to leave off troops and supplies and wait for the others of his coalition to attack. :sniper:

It is the night after the attack of the Rhanians on the Southern Beaches. The Quagmire troops patroling the Northern Coast are put on high alert. At 2:13 AM, gunboat patrols six miles out in the water see a large Airborne Force passing overhead, but are nearly powerless to stop it. The Keatsonian Airborne Corps, 20,000 men, are parachuted behind enemy lines with the objective of securing the inland leading crossroads and gun installations protecting the coast. Through the dark night, confusion reigns supreme, and the men find comrades from other outfits, forming ad hoc units and with some difficulty securing most of the objectives. At 6:13 AM, 125 battleships and transports of the Keatsonian Navy are spotted off the coastline, and at 6:34 they open fire on the seaside fortifications in unison. They cause a great deal of damage to the land and civilian buildings, but do little to knock out the Quagmire forticifications. At 7:07, six Corps of Keatsonian soldiers, numbering 110,000 men, land under heavy fire along the shore. After four hours of hard fighting, the finally drive the last of the enemy from their trenches. Late into the night, they fight on to reach the Airborne troops behind enemy lines, and in the waning hours of daylight the last pockets of Quagmirian soldiers surrender, as their inland escape routes are cut off. The soldiers are ordered to shoot any falcons on site. The day closes with the sea engineers building a temporary port, and the artillery and armored cavalry of the Keatsonians landing onshore to being the inland push. Daylight becomes a memory, and the men look to the West for the new day, and men of Zidane's Berber Army.

On the third day of fighting, Quigs thought he was out of the woods. He was not. On this day, everyone would always remember the attack on the Bay of Quigs. As the navy of 1,000 craig cats skimmed through the water, Quigs was busy dealing with his wounded from the first two days of battle. The remaining 298,000 troops were split up with 150,000 setting foot on land as the infantry, equipped with M16 assault rifles and instructions to kill everything that moves. They would be attacking from the Northwest and their goal would be to lead the army down the roads to their imminent death.

As the remaining 148,000 troops split up between the navy, manning submarines, aircraft carriers, gunboats, and missile ships, the men were afraid...that they could not kill enough of the citizens of Quagmire :sniper: . The aircraft carriers got in position and the F16 pilots rode off into the sky where the sun was coming up just over the ridge. Those pilots bombed nonstop for 2 full hours until the defenses, and psyche, of the Quagmires were broken and battered. The submarines, gun boats, and missile ships stayed back, providing cover fire when needed, and waited for any type of escape because no prisoners would be taken tonight.

As the bombing ceased, the infantry, equipped with tanks, hummers, camels, and goats were led by Zinedine Zidane, who only had to fight with his head and was fighting well at that. His three generals were Mouhammed (Bear Grylls' friend), Samir Nasri, and Karim Benzema who fought well and only Mouhammed was injured when he got bit by a poisonous snake that Bear thought would be funny to throw at him.

As the day wore on, the Berbers began to push the Quagmire army back towards the east and they were funneled towards the east coast of the island with the help of the Keatsonians. As the Rahnians look to take the capital city by force from their southern position, the combined armies of the Keatsonians and the Berbers continued to push the opposing army toward the eastern coast, where the battle would likely be finished just one day after.

The republic of the great quagmire is looking to be finished...

OOC: Yeah, god-rodding doesn't work for ships. By the time they come down, the fleet would have moved.

Several sattelites orbitted above, watching the event as it unfolded. Quickly, the order came from the Spire to end this and turn the Coalition into another series of Provinces flying the GWO Wings.

The sattelites began by firing god-rods towards the fleets, aiming for the larger and better armed ships. Hundreds of incendiary warheads, and three nuclear ones were fired down towards the larger bases of operations.

Then, soldiers across the GWO began suiting up. The Navy began sending fleets to each nation, each led by a Semi-Capital/Flagship. The GWO Military consisted of approximately 20 million soldiers, larger than the combined populations of the Coalition. 200,000 Marines and 300,000 Army personnel were to be delpoyed to each country. Hundreds of missiles containing VX Nerve gas were launched towards each capital, followed by EMP missiles. The landing forces wouldn't land for a few weeks, however.

((OOC: Have to go for the night.))

Seeing that Quigs was well into his 12th hour of playing "Guild Wars" and was well distracted, Benzistan chose this moment to attack the Quagmire. Though Benzistan does not wield the worlds strongest Army, the aerial assault launched by its advanced air force, combined with the effort of its paratroopers cleared a much easier path for Rahnistan to take the capital. :mp5:

Smoking a single, pungent cigarette, the commander of the MSS Harding pointed at the expectant rating manning the neutrino ICBM console. Nodding, the rating stabbed the bright red button built squarely into the centre of the console. Once it was pressed, everything slid cleanly into motion - the missile housing retracted, the missile's jets ignited and it rocketed into the stratosphere. Less than six minutes later, with the Harding monitoring it intently, the missile dropped out of the skies over the Republic of Quagmire. Exploding with the force of a thousand stars, in a fraction of a second all life within a thousand-mile radius was snuffed out...nothing but a smoking crater was left to indicate life ever thrived there.

[Godmod? Why yes, yes it is, but fuck you all the same. Doesn't look like any of you can roleplay your way out of a paper bag (with the exception of the GWO.)]

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I'm not sure about anyone else but I smell puppet wanking....

Smoking a single, pungent cigarette, the commander of the MSS Harding pointed at the expectant rating manning the neutrino ICBM console. Nodding, the rating stabbed the bright red button built squarely into the centre of the console. Once it was pressed, everything slid cleanly into motion - the missile housing retracted, the missile's jets ignited and it rocketed into the stratosphere. Less than six minutes later, with the Harding monitoring it intently, the missile dropped out of the skies over the Republic of Quagmire. Exploding with the force of a thousand stars, in a fraction of a second all life within a thousand-mile radius was snuffed out...nothing but a smoking crater was left to indicate life ever thrived there.

[Godmod? Why yes, yes it is, but fuck you all the same. Doesn't look like any of you can roleplay your way out of a paper bag (with the exception of the GWO.)]

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I'm Anny Nukem, stop copying my welcoming party to newbies!

OOC: I smell something wrong. I suggest we wait for Quigs to post.

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I'm not sure about anyone else but I smell puppet wanking....

OOC: Quite quite. Is there actually a nation called Quigs or Quagmire?

Edit: Apparently there is. This is a regional group. Still epic wanking, though.

OOC: Yeah, god-rodding doesn't work for ships. By the time they come down, the fleet would have moved.

((OOC: If the ships are anchored down and completely taken by surprise, there's a chance.))

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After looking through the days reports and stamping the file with it's correct labelling, Mikel Hickelson, Official God Mode or not Decider, came upon the event in Quigmire. he read through it's eigth posts then closed the file then took out his big, giant stamper, then slammed it upon the file. He then threw the file ontop of a medium sized pile of papers. On the file read, in big red letters:

GOD MODE