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Post by Corgivale suppressed by 
Pantsville.
Post by Corgivale suppressed by Pantsville.
Anyway, if we roleplay here, do we do it in Nationstates or do we do it in Disord?
Earthern alliance and Chocolatistan
my man did you not read what I just said
most of the RP is in the discord
Earthern alliance and Chocolatistan
Well, that's inconvenient, I unfortunately cannot get Discord
Earthern alliance and Chocolatistan
Welcome to Lands End!
You can roleplay in the RMB, but you may need to find some other members to do it with (also, as Pantsville already pointed out, please edit your messages instead of posting more).
Earthern alliance and Schabinur
I'm sorry for being a nuisance. Also thank you
Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, and Schabinur
Its okay, it normally takes people a while to get used to certain rules.
Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, and Schabinur
Spokanite broadcast
The Arsto POWs sit, tied up.
A Spokanite man speaks,
“This is the ship the Redeemer, and we’re here to say, for every 12 hours the Arstoskianan government does not fulfill the requests, one POW dies. It has been 12 hours as of the initial request, so…”
The Spokanite man pulls out a gun, dragging an POW off screen. A gunshot sounds throughout the entire ship.
The Spokanite man returns, blood on his hands, and casually wipes it off his shirt.
“12 more hours, my Arstoskianan Friends, or you lose another brother.”
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, Arstotskiano, and 1 otherSchabinur
Chapter 33: (Chapter 9: Operation Iceberg: Battle of Redmond)
A flicker of light snubbed from my mouth as I sat under a barren roof. It seemed to be a store, once filled with goods and trinkets, now a post for the brave 22nd Sea Battalion. It had been a week since the landing at Gearthart, a fierce and angry day that is true, but one gone from my sight like all days now.
Since that battle, we have pushed and pushed. From what I heard, Freder had landed a party near Oysterville, with our guns using the tip of a long beach to prevent enemy reinforcement from Tokeland as we moved north towards this city of Redmond.
Five days we marched.
Five days we bled.
Five days.
A lot can change in five days. From where we were just moments ago, a city they called Astoria. Now ground to feverish dreams of solitude. It was almost unthinkable that it fell without much of a fight, true, but where I stand now I do not know.
Redmond is a strange place. Up the columbia river, we stand at the battle ground now. Five days ago we faced a foe who did not have the time or understanding of what we were, but now they equal us in all but numbers. Time is not kind. I should know. For when we marched on Redmond my brothers were attacked.
Luxer, oh that boy…I remember him. Near castle rock, he yelled “Awaken the Iron!” and then. Nothing. For when I looked next the boy's brains spilled out onto the dirt road and the men around him panicked like children, each screaming out as they ran from their positions. Cowards. They all should have been shot.
For a day we held that position. It took the Tussian 1st Amphibious Armored Division to come to our aid and push back whatever so-called counter attack stood in our way. Those boys, in their storm-like uniform and blood crimson caps. One, I forget the name, said they landed in Tillamook just south of us. Since the beachhead expanded past the original zone, Kath, Borelian, Tussian…so many boys were being brought in I could not tell who was who if it was not for the uniform. That boy would stick with me, his face…despite how unmemorable it was, it was the spirit in his voice. “We just arrived and we are ready to give them hell!” He said.
Oh, he did not know.
For when the first charge started, that boy made it almost a yard before he too spilt unnecessary blood across native ground.
But, like so much in the meat grinder, we managed and we moved. Despite how tragic this part of the story was for Rikor, well…myself, did it matter to be retold?
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, and Chocolatistan
Hello
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Hi
Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, Pantsville, and Laestersand
Chapter 34: (Chapter 10: Patrol of Altoona Navy Heights)
“Patrol Halt!” I called to my companions, my hand moving to the pistol holstered next to my belt.
Each responded without comment, falling silent as they reined their mind into quietness. A quietness that brought the distant calls of work groups nearly two kilometers behind us, but save for that, the only sound was the creaking of the trunks in the wind and the thump of old branch loads in the trees.
An eerie and uncomfortable silence.
The others caught the scent too, exhaling sharply as the stomping warnings came in the wind from the north east, behind us and from the right.
“That’s towards the diggers…” Exclaimed one, turning around to look back along the trail we forged through the wood.
"Has something circled around us?” Suggested another, pulling free her rifle.
“Or coming down the east shoulder…” I replied.
The men were frightful, with Accadis drawing attention to her unease as a warning. I could feel her pulling, straining to take us towards the scent.
“Bear arms!” I told the others, taking out my pistol. “Colbric, take the lead. Take three back east of the work group, we’ll put ourselves between them and whatever is coming.”
We fell behind in rustic trunks before us. To each man I commanded, around five or six, we walked in a single file angel away from the original route and into the old stretch of forest. The trees were like castles in their girth, even the banner Accadis carried did not touch the lowest tree branch.
Their agitation wore on. We had no way of knowing the sun’s position from our view in the trees, and we were coming close to midday when ahead there erupted an awful shrieking of birds and the monstrous growl of man.
“RAGH!” I called out as my pistol shot one after another. I did not know, or could not, if this was the final stand I would make. My pistol, embellished with angel wings and engraved with scriptures of faith, fired again and again, letting out the voice of lighting and the laughter of Gods as each round sunk into a spokanite soldier.
From my eye, Accadis stood firm, her pistol gunning down two, maybe three men before Awestien pulled his sword from spine blades, cutting the shoulders and rump of easily three or four men before raking out the guts of a man who rushed our standard.
My eyes left them, staring down at the right as a single blow left our fellow Larel, coughing in reaction. His pale skin struggled to remain still, rounded with flesh so shredded, skin laid in flaps. The other side of his side laid a glistening red.
For our loss, their furrow in the wood led away in screaming corpses. The blood of the beast. It was difficult to say what had left tracks, but most have been a real nasty laughter of savage monsters.
Six shots in all, that was what I fired before a man rushed behind me, he shouted to us in the rear, “For the King!” He yelled, slowing little in running.
I lowered my head as my men rushed behind him, following this would be a soldier for some sense of glory.
But me? I sat in stillness as the quiet tranquil nature returned. Where the trees collapsed, I saw the broken great beast, limited by the beams of sunlight entering the castle's great walls. I glanced back. If a slain person is found lying in the open country in the land, what do I do? Their yoke laid now with the slain of a city after city, and now in their great natural beauties? Before me, the judges stared back. Their lifeless eyes, each telling me what I did was wrong or what was correct. I thought I was going to be sick, but before my body could react I had to speak to the thousand eyes judging me.
“I might have been wrong..”
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, and Schabinur
Why hello
Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, and Laestersand
He's greeting us all. It's common for new nations to say hello.
Earthern alliance, Schabinur, and Nuva Jerseya
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Imperial Biggonian News
27/08/2022
Zakariya Gruber publishes the Atkeaist manifesto
A lull of fighting in the Biggonian Civil War has allowed a far-right soldier fighting for the Biggonian Commonwealth, Zakariya Gruber, to finally secure enough investment to publish his book, The Atkeaist Manifesto. Atkeaist roughly derives from the Latinisation of the Biggonian word for self reliance. The ideology gets this name because it supports the assertion of national independence and economic autarky, in order to preserve a nation's culture and sovereignty.
The book projects an account of how the gradual shift towards globalisation from across the world has eroded the cultures and independence of nations across the world, drawing on several examples of poorer countries which have been exploited by richer ones after they left themselves open to the international community.
The book then goes on to describe how attempts at national assertion has been frustrated by both the societal elites and the exploiters, who will use any trick available to them to prevent this. Therefore, Zakariya says, if electoral effort seems futile because of factors acting against you, then the only solution to save the nation is to begin an armed insurgency. According to the author, the silent majority who secretly sympathise with your plight will, over the course of a protracted campaign, take up arms to overthrow the supposedly corrupt and globalist government.
Although many prominent critics and political figures in Biggonia have immediately decried the book as xenophobic, it appears to have gained an alarming level of popularity amongst Biggonians from both the Commonwealth and Empire. Many believe that regardless of who wins the Biggonian civil war, Atkeaism will influence Biggonia for the forseeable future.
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, and 1 otherVoidborneempire
RIP RMB
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, and Schabinur
Chapter 35: (Chapter 11: Operation Iceberg: Battle of Morton)
From around the campfire, a sudden unease took hold of the men. Each was a soldier of the 175th infantry. Now, they sit as brothers. Every soldier in the kingdom had sworn to uphold their loyalty to King Adam, at the start of his commission, they were no exception. When orders flew out, the army came to a halt as a crashing din of heels brought sword. Giants in metal, assembling for war had come upon their land, their home, and their king.
For even in their uniform, identical, precise, and composed, they sat as mere people. For, in their group, a hush of silence was a whisper to them as before the fire, the squad waited, for tomorrow, none of them doubted the war would continue and they would be sent to fight.
One took a swig from a metal tin, a ritual men in war find so appealing and would continue to re-pledge again and again. Soldiers do love their rituals.
And with that swing, the man looked to his fellows and began to sing a hard song, one of their history and one of their faith, a song his fellows would join in as the waving flames made it clear of their fate.
“Michael Simmons was lost at sea
Along with a Hansan company
Their powder caught under fierce attack
The king never got his emeralds back
They're down, downed, and drowned
Downed and drowned and never found!
The Royal Charter in Columbia bay
One of 200 lost that day
Miners' pockets filled with gold
Dragged them down to the ocean cold
They're down, downed, and drowned
Downed and drowned and never found
They're down, drowned in the depths below
Where the sun don't shine and the winds don't blow
And the timbers crack and the mainstay fails
We'll all find peace wrapped within our sails…”
Their voices stood, as they took their oath of the moment. When the men laughed and cheered, unknown of the figures approaching them suddenly. For when one turned to look, his eyes met a hushed whisper. For in their individual action, a man in black sood above him. His eyes were green in shaded glasses, with his face covered in a mask of crimson red.
Even with the crested helm, the spokanite soldier could only let out a sudden scream as in his shoulder, a shovel slammed into his shoulder, cropping the frame with a vicious affliction as blood streamed and run down the large open cut before the figure slammed his boot into the poor man’s chest, ripping the shovel out.
The others stared, taken aback as one scrambled. As he ran in his accursed mutiny, a loud bang rang out as another figure stepped from the bush. The night was dark, apart from the colored glow of flashing light as the sudden cock of a shotgun blew away the poor soldier.
So goes the silence in war.
The Tribia, Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, and Schabinur
Hello there we are the welch society I hope I am welcome here
Deims Kir, Earthern alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, and 1 otherNuva Jerseya
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Chocolatistan.
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