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Woof woof! (Translation) At least its not maple syrup!
Brocklandia and Tercania islands
Yeah, hi can I get a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Brocklandia, Tercania islands, and Duncan the delivery doggo
Those are self-cleaning ... mostly because the tap water is caustic enough to disintegrate the taps every couple of days and we have to replace the plumbing. This is yet another reason our tap water is considered one of our deadliest drinks.
Of course, it's non-alcoholic, so few customers ever order it. Just as well--the meat locker has been filling up with bodies lately.
That might be one explanation, yes.
I have no protests. I've not entered a poem this week ... which doesn't always prevent me from begging for demanding Third Place, but this week I haven't done that either yet.
Zombie Penguins and Tercania islands
Following new legislation in my nation, the mob vote is a crucial electoral demographic.
I love democracy.
The Witness awakens and looks around sleepily, then slaps their latest poem on the counter before drifting off to a nap again.
When your plans go wrong
When your goodly mission's thwarted
By a ghastly siren's song
It's rather easy to predict
When their first wall will fall
They get that look in their eye
That tells me they fell thrall
Spread a message or two
Intended to ensnare their soul
Lace them with liquid happiness
And make it their life's goal
They speak of good health and temper
But they want to feel good instead
So they drink from my cups
Till their conviction's dead
A dash of alcohol
Some sugar and spice
Some choice processed ingredients
Now they'll only ever feel nice
Tercania islands and PR Megaforce
You can do so much more than that. You could be a nation that outlawed clothes and sacrifices to the mandatory nuclear waste god but at the same time have record high economic prowess. The possibilities are endless.
4 teenagers who look to be the same age simply materialize out of thin air. Looking bewildered, they stare at the beautiful field of grass and sparsely spread flowers and take deep breaths of fresh air.
The shortest one is the first to speak. With her voice muffled by a pastel yellow papier-mâché full-face mask (and a small blue heart being held by two cartoonish hands that were hastily drawn with glitter glue on her forehead) it was slightly hard to hear her.
"Oh my gosh that actually worked," she giggles with glee.
Another nudges the girl lightly. "Ichika, we have an audience."
"Oh."the girl clears her throat, and turns to the nations waiting there rather confused.
"Hello, and congratulations you just witnessed an experiment. My fellow travelers and I are researching a cure for the Rantsar virus, one that inhabits your body and slowly decompose it into it's oil-like substance you can find in corpses of the deceased. Please do not worry, the Rantsar hasn't spread much, it is slow traveling but lethal. "
A taller girl steps forward and adjusts her olive green full-face mask. "We will stay here for 7 days, then move to another region to perform medical research similar to what we are doing right now. We are currently traveling with Tuskena as well, if that is okay. "
With a snap of the shorter girl's fingers, a wrapped package whisks forward and drops softly into the sun-soaked grass.
"We offer our best prototype of our cure as a peace offering. Thank you for your time."
The two turn back to their friends, then begins setting up a tent with great difficulty.
A small child pops their head out of a tent before reading that visitors need to buy a drink.
"Do you have apple juice? Can I have some?"
Zombie Penguins, Tercania islands, and YouTube Inc
Although I am aware of your region's sonnet competition, I wasn't aware it was reoccurring. I remember the post containing a dispatch with three forms; Petrarchan, Shakespearean, and Spenserian. Mine was a stab at a Miltonian. (And enjabment)
I will post another sonnet again using one of the dispatch forms. I will try for a better volta, then. Yet for now, the sonnet you have quoted exists solely to exist. I hope you'll enjoy my next one.
-Lady Vera
Kissinger-Monroe, Zombie Penguins, and Tercania islands
Translated from Tusken:
A Meridian class starship enters the atmosphere, the word Seraph written on the side in red. It lands in a large open desert, and about 200 Banthas slowly walk out. A large camp of Tusken Raiders is soon formed, and th begin to document the surrounding area. A Raider with a crimson ribbon around his head sends a message out into the region:
"My name is Urrorr'okur'arhr, chief of the Nomads of Tuskena. My people will stay here for seven cycles and record whatever takes place in that time. At the end of the seven cycles we will move on."
The transmission ends and he goes back to unloading his things, and his family's.
Zombie Penguins and New natormy travelers
Sounds like scenic downtown Detroit.
The only thing you have left to do is declare war on your own citizens and order your defense forces to blow your country off the map.
Down that hall, second door on your left, just past the stomach pumps.
Why are you telling 
Arcticfoxxo to be me? Doesn't ze have enough problems already?
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