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Sjevre wrote:

Bruh its almost 2040. It's like nothing happened this year

you must be on some stuff if you think nothing happened in 2039. maybe for you, but for everybody us, Nuh uh

Socialist Union wrote:

re read it and tell me he says "Bruh its 2040. It's like nothing happened this year"

He said that it's ALMOST 2040, and you said that something happened in 2040.

Vantier wrote:

Hello everyone! Just wanted to let you guys know that April will be a rather active month for LDU politics. We'll be passing one big reform and other "minor" changes from our program. The first one will be the ban appeal rules list, and then we will start working on the debate "club" and more detailed RP information factbook. I know that March has been a rather dull month, but April will be more exciting. If you find bureaucracy "exciting", that is.

Very very exciting

I just love

video game music

why do you think i make covers of said

music

why don't i make

a tetris theme

cover

ooooooooooooooooooo

NewKazakhBy wrote:

RP
With a menacing smirk, Putler leans back in his chair, his eyes locking onto Pettri with a steely gaze. "Maybe I haven't changed, but you, my friend, are still as ugly as ever," he jests, a hint of mockery in his tone. His gaze sweeps over the room, taking in every detail with a predator's precision. "As for microphones, you know, I've grown quite paranoid over time." Chuckling softly, he continues, "Answers, you say? Well, let's see what my other guests have to offer."

As Putler stands up and straightens his suit with a confident smirk, he addresses the room, "Gentlemen, it seems we have some guests tonight. No matter, let's give them a warm welcome, shall we?" With a snap of his fingers, his elite operatives storm into the restaurant from the back room, while his snipers on the rooftops take aim at the unsuspecting guests.

In response to Putler's signal, the two figures in the restaurant suddenly move away from their positions and approach the table.

A woman clad in tactical gear, who stood leaning behind the counter pretending to be cashier, strides forward, exuding an aura of capability and confidence. Her every movement is purposeful and calculated, a testament to her expertise in covert operations. A Valkyrie – she is the one, who controls military operations.

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Born into a family of military veterans, she had been groomed for warfare from a young age, her natural talent on the battlefield quickly earning her recognition among her peers. With a mind as sharp as a blade and a heart hardened by years of conflict, she had become Putler's most trusted strategist and confidante.

Putler first encountered Valkyrie during a covert military operation in a war-torn region. Impressed by her strategic brilliance and unwavering resolve under fire, he recognized her as a valuable asset to his cause. Despite initially being on opposite sides of the conflict, Putler saw potential in Valkyrie's talents and offered her a chance to join his inner circle.

Valkyrie's past was marred by tragedy - her family had been victims of the very conflict she now sought to control. Valkyrie, disillusioned by the endless cycle of violence and corruption in her own faction, feeling sense of duty to prevent others from suffering her family's fate, she saw Putler's offer as an opportunity for real change. Drawn to his vision for a stronger, more unified world, she accepted his proposal, believing that working alongside him would allow her to make a greater impact on the world stage.

Over time, Putler and Valkyrie forged a strong bond built on mutual respect and a shared desire to reshape the world in their image. Together, they became an unstoppable force, with Valkyrie overseeing all military and combat operations with ruthless efficiency, while Putler provided the leadership and direction needed to achieve their goals.

Despite the darkness of their methods, Valkyrie believed in Putler's ultimate vision of order and stability, seeing their partnership as a means to bring about a new era of prosperity and security. To her, the ends justified the means, and she would stop at nothing to ensure their goals were achieved. Together, they would stop at nothing to ensure their vision became a reality, no matter the sacrifices required along the way.

Meanwhile, the "visitor" rises from his seat with practiced nonchalance, moving with fluid grace towards the table. Clad in a long, flowing cloak that billows around him like a shadow, he conceals his features beneath the depths of his hood. The fabric of his cloak seems to shift and ripple with every movement, lending him an ethereal quality that makes him appear more like a specter than a man. Though his movements are seemingly effortless, there is an undeniable tension in the air — a sense that beneath his calm exterior lies a coiled serpent, ready to strike at a moment's notice. It's Specter, who controls his intelligence and secret operations.

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Specter, the elusive master of espionage and clandestine operations in Putler's inner circle. Veiled in secrecy and mystery, Specter is a figure shrouded in whispers and rumors, his true identity concealed beneath the shadows of his hooded cloak.

Beneath his cloak, Specter wears form-fitting attire designed for stealth and agility. His garments are dark and nondescript, blending seamlessly into the background to help him fade into the shadows at a moment's notice. Despite their simplicity, his clothes are expertly tailored for maximum mobility, allowing him to move with grace and precision even in the most treacherous of environments.

Little is known about Specter's origins or background, as he operates with a level of discretion that borders on myth. Some say he was a former intelligence operative, while others claim he was a renegade hacker who vanished into the digital abyss. Regardless of his past, Specter's skills are unparalleled in the world of covert operations.

With an extensive network of informants and operatives at his disposal, Specter is the eyes and ears of Putler's regime, gathering intelligence from every corner of the globe. From high-tech surveillance to old-fashioned espionage, there is no method beyond his reach. His ability to manipulate information and orchestrate complex schemes makes him a formidable force in the world of espionage.

But it is not just his expertise that sets Specter apart — it is the aura of danger and intrigue that surrounds him. Whispers of his involvement in assassinations, sabotage, and political intrigue have earned him a reputation as both a master strategist and a ruthless operative. To cross paths with Specter is to court danger, for his loyalty lies only with Putler and the dark agenda they share.

As Specter moves in the shadows, his presence is felt even in the highest echelons of power. His actions may be hidden from view, but the consequences of his machinations echo across the countries. In the game of shadows, Specter is the one of the best, his every move cloaked in mystery and deception.

Specter's allegiance to Putler stems from a complex web of personal motivations and shared ideals. Despite his enigmatic nature, Specter's loyalty to Putler runs deep, forged in the crucible of their shared vision for a world shaped by their own design.

Putler's voice cuts through the tension with a dark chuckle. "Welcome to my establishment," he declares, his tone laced with menace. "You really thought it was going to be so easy? You and your little entourage may think you've cornered me, but you forget one thing: politics is a game, and I play to win." With a venomous defiance, he adds, "Consider this a friendly reminder of who holds the cards."

With a commanding tone, Putler orders, "Search them." And as his operatives move to carry out his command, the air crackles with anticipation.

As the tension in the room reaches its peak, Specter and Valkyrie stand ready, each armed with their own deadly implements. Specter's hand casually rests on the hilt of an elegant and formidable knife concealed beneath his cloak, a weapon honed to deadly perfection for his line of work. Meanwhile, Valkyrie brandishes a machine gun with practiced ease, its sleek design belying its deadly capabilities — a weapon she seemingly produced from thin air.

After the search is conducted, Putler's eyes narrow with suspicion as he surveys Pettri and his entourage. With a flick of his hand, he gestures to his elite operatives, signaling them to take aim at the group. His members of the elite special forces unit step forward, their weapons trained unwaveringly on Pettri and his associates, their fingers poised on the triggers.

"It seems you're in similar situation with that guy who vanished after meeting in your country. Now we can talk. So, again, what have you asked?"

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Pettri says proudly; "Well, that may be your opinion, I was actually voted the most beautiful man at my university in my twenties." Pettri then shuts up, thinking they are in a trap. He lets his designated SIS operative do the rest of the talking. The "Small redhead", who's name apparently is Ukhov, raises his hand in a calming gesture, signaling for his entourage to refrain from any aggressive actions. His expression remains neutral yet determined as he addresses Putler. "Putler, our intention in coming here was not to provoke or challenge you," Ukhov states, going further. "We seek only the truth and a peaceful resolution to our differences." After he too has been searched only questions and a hearing device has been found. "This is all part of asking questions about those strange telephone conversations that we also want to know the better about." Ukhov states, showing no worry on his face. He further says; “Disregard the Home Secretary with this trap.” He sounds extremely convincing. "He does his job as a member of the government. He has to do this. He doesn't come here to play games." He tries to walk forward, but is stopped. He looks around until he realizes that it is extremely suspicious. "I will repeat Pettri's question; do you know who Usjkov is?" Ukhov says with a smirk. "We have a proposal about him."

Sjevre wrote:

RP

Pettri says proudly; "Well, that may be your opinion, I was actually voted the most beautiful man at my university in my twenties." Pettri then shuts up, thinking they are in a trap. He lets his designated SIS operative do the rest of the talking. The "Small redhead", who's name apparently is Ukhov, raises his hand in a calming gesture, signaling for his entourage to refrain from any aggressive actions. His expression remains neutral yet determined as he addresses Putler. "Putler, our intention in coming here was not to provoke or challenge you," Ukhov states, going further. "We seek only the truth and a peaceful resolution to our differences." After he too has been searched only questions and a hearing device has been found. "This is all part of asking questions about those strange telephone conversations that we also want to know the better about." Ukhov states, showing no worry on his face. He further says; “Disregard the Home Secretary with this trap.” He sounds extremely convincing. "He does his job as a member of the government. He has to do this. He doesn't come here to play games." He tries to walk forward, but is stopped. He looks around until he realizes that it is extremely suspicious. "I will repeat Pettri's question; do you know who Usjkov is?" Ukhov says with a smirk. "We have a proposal about him."

RP
Putler's smirk widens at Pettri's retort, a glimmer of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Ah, yes, the most beautiful man at university," he quips, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Quite the achievement, I'm sure."

Turning his attention to Ukhov, Putler listens intently to his words, his expression unreadable as he considers the implications of their unexpected visit. As Ukhov speaks of seeking the truth and a peaceful resolution, Putler's gaze hardens with skepticism, though a glimmer of curiosity flickers in his eyes. He refrains from making any hasty moves. "Seeking the truth, you say?" he echoes, his voice dripping with skepticism. "Funny, I seem to recall that truth is a rare commodity in your line of work."

When Ukhov mentions the strange telephone conversations and their interest in Usjkov, Putler's interest is piqued. Leaning forward, he regards Ukhov with a calculating gaze. "Usjkov, you say?" he muses, his voice low and contemplative. "Now there's a name I haven't heard in a while. Is it that guy who once wrestled a bear with his bare hands and won? Oh no, maybe it's the other one."

You see, Usjkov always had a flair for the dramatic. Always popping up at the most inconvenient times, like a bad penny," Putler quips, a sardonic grin playing at the corners of his lips. "But underneath that smooth exterior, there was always something... shady about him. Wouldn't you agree?"

He chuckles darkly, his voice dripping with mockery. "You know, they say Usjkov could spin a tale so tall, even the tallest towers in Sjevre would blush with envy." Putting on a show of exaggerated seriousness, Putler continues, "But as for any real substance to his claims, well, that's another matter entirely."

With a theatrical flourish, Putler launches into a mocking tirade about Usjkov, recounting tales of his past misdeeds with thinly veiled amusement. "Usjkov once told that Massange was in a coma," Putler jests, a gleam of malice in his eyes. "Can you imagine? In a coma! And yet, just moments later, his own country's agent, Zacherelev, accidentally let slip over the phone that Massange had passed away."

He leans forward, his eyes narrowing with intent. "Tell me, Ukhov, what exactly is your proposal regarding Usjkov?" he inquires, his voice low and dangerous. "And more importantly, what do you hope to gain from it?"

Meanwhile, as the conversation unfolds, Valkyrie and Specter exchange a subtle glance, their silent communication speaking volumes. With a nod from Putler, Valkyrie discreetly takes a seat at the table, her presence a silent reminder of the power and authority she wields in Putler's inner circle.

Specter, ever the silent observer, remains standing, his cloak billowing around him like a shroud of darkness. With a flick of his wrist, he produces a small device from within the folds of his cloak, its purpose known only to him.

Sjevre wrote:

Huh? I missed that plot

Maybe it happened in real life

NewKazakhBy wrote:

Maybe it happened in real life

I would have remembered that for sure

NewKazakhBy wrote:

You'd have hangover after that, so maybe you just forgot because of this.

Nah I just have a very bad memory

NewKazakhBy wrote:

I can confirm that.

Yeah sorry about that

NewKazakhBy wrote:

Of course I'm joking.

Yeah, but still. I completely forgot some ideas I had a few years ago for the Messange murder. This results in me absolutely winging it rn. This morning I made a plan to "attack" Usjkov, tho I have already forgotten it... bruhhh