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i made so the government has a list of names you can name your kids so you dont name your kid poopybutt

The anarchic confederation wrote:

This message just made me lose faith in jebus

Imagine believing in jebus

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*the RSOIS personnel laughs

Crilland wrote:

i made so the government has a list of names you can name your kids so you dont name your kid poopybutt

i did the same thing lol

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Koedric wrote:

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Koedric wrote:

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He is doing what everyone does, invade a nation cause someone laughed at you

While RSOIS were using Zalmoxis to investigate plans of other nations, Chief of RSOIS, Andrei, discovered a rather funny conversation in Hjalm. He recognized their leader Boris, the immature and foolish participant in the Raven Palace Summit. While he was listening to the conversation, he heard that Hjalm's leader is gonna declare war on Akumanga. From there, he was getting a little worried, but when he heard the reason why Boris wanted to do it, he busted out of laughter and so did the rest of the RSOIS personnel, even Zalmoxis the A.I. used its humor algorithm and laughed.

"This is so f**king hilarious! That guy is right, he is an adult and the leader of a nation ffs. I'm gonna send this to the Akumangani Intelligence Agency."

"Are you sure? They might interpret it as a serious matter."

"Nah. Don't worry. They won't unless they don't have a sense of humor."

"Ok, chief. We will send this conversation."

*sends conversation of Boris with his diplomats towards the Akumangani Intelligence Agency in 256-bit encryption in a video folder called "Laughter Material"*

The art of doing business is being a good middleman...

In a world of eyes it's a good rule of thumb to stick to the shadows, a philosophy embraced by one illusive Vostokoi - Head of the Black market in the Violet domain, Arrangements however have forced him to the surfaceworld, He's set to exchange various private goods with a foreign firm under Romanichean crime syndicates using an abandoned warehouse as a rendezvous point.

Opening the door to the warehouse Vostokoi sees the foreigners, stood partially beneath the invading god rays of sunlight pouring through the patchy ceiling, their details not quite perceivable but their outline striking familiarity to the dapper dressed individuals of old crime in the days of anarchy. Vostokoi strides forward confidently, his entourage of professional henchmen in tow - dragging pallets of wooden and discrete metal crates baring markings of the Violet Regime, treading ever closely to the Romanicheans the ray of sunlight pass over him over in over as he exits the darkness into the light and into the darkness once more. Eventually the meet at the center, the two groups poised opposite of eachother, Vostokoi and the Leader of the Foreigners step forward into sunlight - A note is passed to Vostokoi, he briefly scans the paper then shoots his eyes back up, watching the person opposite of him, he deliberates momentarily before raising his hand, the Henchmen pass the pallets over and Vostokoi is given a suitcase. Looking back at eachother they nod - a silent card of acceptance, turning their backs they march for the exits - The deal is done and it's time to return to home.

Stepping out - The gang pops the collars of their suits, and prepares to walk into the shadows once more so that they may resume their business in the black market, an unfamiliar voice reaches out stopping them...

"Have you ever felt invisible?"

The groups quickly peers around their surroundings, from the shadows of the alley emerge numerous suited men all armed, a figure steps into the light from a shadowy corner grabbing their attention - The light grazes his hat but leaves his face in the deep dark. Vostokoi begins to speak but is cut off immediately but the pandemonium of gunfire sounds and various exclamations coming from the warehouse, the group and the suits stands quietly as they listen to the racket reach it's peak before dying off into silence again.

Vostokoi clears his throat roughly, wiping the sweat off his brow as he struggles to mentally concoct dialogue - he is the shark of the underworld but he stands under the vast net of the State.

The figure from the shadows removes his hat allowing the light of the sky to glisten off of his spectacles as he adjusts them meticulously - "Have a plan ,and stick to it..."

He extends his hand calmly toward the gang - his index and middle finger holding a note - "It is required that you relay this note to Apollyon in Romaniche."

"Who requires it and why?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Bu-"

"It doesn't matter because it doesn't matter..."

"...Who ar-"

"That doesn't matter either..."

One of the henchmen cautiously approaches, plucking the note and taking it to Vostokoi. He lifts it to eye level, reading it before being hit with a strange feeling of revelation... He nods his head, the armed figures make way as the gang slowly marches off back into the shadows, the echoes of their footsteps slowly losing sound as they make distance into the void of the Black Market once more.

-Beelzebub.

Hailthelord wrote:

EMBARGO!

EMBARGO on you

Imagine only having one god

Hailthelord wrote:

EMBARGO!

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