baby shark turu lulu
Nooo I can’t take the torture anymore that’s literally the only thing that my son watches now it’s horrifying
no. no baby shark.
I think they're making a TV show of it
Post self-deleted by Deerfenland.
Post self-deleted by Amestris and freedonia.
Anyone remember me?
just think about it you will no longer have to live in that horrible apartment you will not wake up to the smell of pollution in the morning you will not be worked to death in the factories many citizens in the North Pacific would kill for an opportunity like this
Zazumo and Deerfenland
They are sadly
well good luck hopefully it won't be too bad
The sleek, gray and black BNE Phantom-X came to a screeching halt, its tires skidding and rubbing as they ripped up the gravel road underneath it. It had been a very tame hour-long drive from the Provisional Capital of Vezilikum to the southernmost wall of the Imperial Realm’s fortified western wall. AF Order T1512 had marked the start of the buildup in Eutharia-Osyic; further details had been sent to the responsible leaders of the Army and other branches to plan for a war that seemed imminently approaching, one way or another. Now, Ira Idlebad, the Imperial Commander of the Gothilum Army set off to do some reconnaissance for himself, escaping the tedious stress of planning for war.
“Sir,” The tall and burly man’s closed first shot up to over his heart. His uniform was covered with an above-average array of decorated metals. The purple stripe down his arms, legs, and sides indicated his high ranking status.“Albert J. Thrassamund, Imperial Overseer of the Benëdixlov Wall. Sir.”
“At ease, Overseer.” Ira Idelbad said back as he climbed out of the luxury car before promptly shaking his hand, his normal emotionless expression staying unchanged. Ira motioned behind the Overseer. “Let us begin.”
“Of course sir.” Albert responded, a hint of nervousness fluttering through his voice. He pivoted and turned around, looking back to make sure that the Commander of the Army was following him. “May I ask sir, what has prompted you to come to the Benëdixlov?”
Ira let out a silent sigh, “You’re aware of Order T1512, correct?”
“As Imperial Commander of the Army I am currently drowned in planning for a war that seems right around the corner. I wish to get a scope of the enemy landscape and what lies ahead.” said Ira.
“Of course sir.” The Overseer pushed in a set of medium-sized oak doors, both of them slowly opening in unison. “But there isn’t much to see beyond the reports and aerial photos.”
“I disagree.” Ira said with a slight hop in his voice as they reached the stairs that made their way up the Benëdixlov Wall from the inside. “If anything I would say that the fruits of reports and photography are not comparable to seeing it with your own eyes. They’re useful for what lays beyond the horizon, sure, but nothing amounts to your own perception. The details that are left out are always the most important; most crucial.” They continued to ascend the interior stairs when Ira asked, “Do you have binoculars?”
“Aye sir.” Albert responded, grabbing the pair from his satchel and waving them in the air as he continued up step-by-step.
Once they reached the top of the stairway, Albert took a second to catch his breath while Ira looked down on the slightly-shorter many with a look of both annoyance and pity, gazing away as Albert readjusted himself and motioned towards the door that led outside. He pushed the small door open and walked out onto the top of the wall, Ira following after him.
Ira took a deep breath as he gazed out towards the horizon, there was something different about the air. It was more humid than at the foot of the wall. He looks to his left and stops. Grass. Endless grass. He turns around, gazing at the forests of Eutharia-Osiyc and then back westward. A single wall separated forest from plains. Dark Green and brown to a light yellowish green. He placed his hand on his hips and pondered. Pondered about logistics, warfare, resistance, and the war itself. Everything seemed so different on the other side of the wall.
On the horizon was an outline of gray, reaching up from the grass plains.
He motioned towards Albert for his binoes, being handed them a second later. He brought the binoculars up to his eyes. Zoomed in, the outlines of tall buildings were brought forth more clearly. “I assume that is the city that lays at the southern foot of their canal?” he said, not breaking his focus in the binoes.
“Yes sir.” Albert Responded.
Ida continued to look towards the city, just behind it, he could see a glimmer of tan: Desert. He brought the binoculars back down and handed them off to Albert. He stood and watched what lay beyond Gothgraff and Lilium. He clicked his tongue and stood. His mind raced with a thousand different thoughts about the war. “Remind me Overseer, how thick is the Benëdixlov Wall?”
“Just under two meters thick, sir.”
“Alright.” he said almost somberly. “That might have to change.” He turned towards Albert, “With no real infrastructure or exits out of the Imperial Realm we’re gonna have to mine at least 15+ holes in the Benëdixlov for a steady supply of troops, tanks, artillery, logistics and so-on to pour through.” he paused, “Be aware that this will start the instance I write the order, however the illusion of strength will be on your side as we’ll only breach 90% of the way through until the pivotal moment.” He handed the binoes back to Albert, “Overseer” He nodded and turned away, making his way back towards the door to descend the stairs and leave.
As quickly as he arrived, he left, The Imperial Overseer putting hand-over-heart and saluting him as he went.
Brother, my nation has been here longer than you think and no one it reminds me
Hmm. I participated in TNPV. That's about all I did though. I understand.
I wish you were wrong... Ugh. Fine
Welcome to the North Pacific Defense Force private glory to madjack
Deerfenland and Neptunian Military Administration
I am a nation in the world with 0.7 influence and yet nobody loves me, nobody remembers me I recommend something, recently my nation suffered a coup d'état this is not my flag, it is the flag of the new power, the fact is That coup d'état caused my nation to cease to exist for 15 days. I woke up in another very small region, and there nobody knew who I was and yet every day I received my greeting, the larger the region, the less important a grain of sand is
maybe I should make my capital more like Germania once I have a Empire