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The anarchist communist 4 years 107 days agoEdited 4 years 106 days ago Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg wrote:*The Banquet of the Ages* As you may know, all world leaders were invited to a banquet at Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, Ravi Olé awaited dearly. The banquet was to discuss trade deals, the laws imposed on the Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian population, and whatever crosses our dear leaders mind. The Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg Royal Force, Air, and Navy (ORFAN) guaranteed the protection of all those who came. The following are the events that occurred on the date of the meal. The meal was broadcast live on air to all citizens of every nation. The Day Breaks; The leaders of the nations debark their planes. The planes were sent by Ravi Olé himself. They were the last remaining from the PotaTownian air force supply. They were stocked with two emergency parachutes, a massage chair, a singular Achipelian cigar, and a television. The two pilots sent on each were expertly trained (except for one who was drunk, but who cares?). The flights was long, but soon they arrived. The leaders were greeted with bodyguards, assumably ORFAN, and a private limousine straight to the capitol building. The leaders discussed trade deals and Ravi Olé on the way there. The Broadcast Begins; The following was the beginning of the broadcast. The camera focuses onto the Proletarian Palace, and watches as the leaders go inside. Ravi Olé stands by the doors. He smiles at the leaders and shakes hands as they enter. The colour of the building compliments his suit greatly. The leaders enter and Ravi follows behind them all. He shuts the ornate wooden door, lined with gold and jewels, and eyes the camera as he closes it. The view switches to the inside. The footsteps of the officials echo as they step through the building. Military officers are positioned inside. They load into a spacious elevator made of glass. The elevator rises slowly, and Soviet-PotaTownian music fills the halls. The leaders filter out of the elevator after rising a good 20 floors into the hall. The smell of turducken fills their noses. Ravi: "I am delighted to see some of you could make it." He takes a seat on the end of the large table. The table is lined with food and drink. Nameplates sit by each seat, awaiting their corresponding owner. "I... am aware of the... consequences my actions have caused. I wish to sign trade deal with you." He glances over at Andreas, the Doge of Cymiopolis. "Some of us have been discussing terms of an agreement. I have had my officials type up a document, ready for signing. Basically, it will close all but two gulags. The ones that are being closed will be turned into paintball stadiums ̶o̶r̶ ̶C̶o̶D̶ ̶m̶a̶p̶s̶. I will ease up on my penalties and remove my ridiculous laws. I am happy to see we are all united again." He looks around the table and smiles Discussion Disruption; After exasperating discussion between all parties, a conclusion was finally reached. The terms were not far off from the original, yet an hour of discussion seemed to be necessary. Ravi signs the paper as it is passed around the table, bypassing the (several) empty chairs. After the paper is all signed Ravi smiles and stands up, motioning for them to follow. He, and the group, step onto a balcony. The balcony is at the top of the Soviet Spire, tallest building in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg. "My dear friends, I thank you all for coming here." He climbs on top of the icy railing, standing on his heels. He turns around to face the group. The security positioned above seems nervous, timid. Like they are waiting for something. Andres: "Ravi, watch your step." Ravi: "Shush, I don't need your advice. I know this ice like the back of my hand. Let's out a hearty laugh. I never meant to commit war crimes, my friends. May we eat and drink to the end of our days!" Then Fell Silent, Did Ravi Olé the Red After performing this toast, the air fell silent. The sweat from the security guards could be heard as hit the icy floor. The sun seemed to shine, reflecting off of Ravi's teeth. Two sounds rang out. The sounds were loud, of thunder, of fireworks, they cracked and shattered the silent air. The sounds were reminiscent of sadness, of revolution, of change, of power, of death. Suddenly, Ravi falls backwards, off of the balcony. Andreas runs toward Ravi to grab him, and watches as his body falls. His corpse gets impaled by a spire down below. The security guards rush towards the leaders and pull them away. They are lead to a bunker under the building, all but one, Alexander Wagenknecht, who was nowhere to be seen. The guards hurry the world powers along through the post modern era bunker, fit with beeping devices and a big red button marked "Ядерные ракеты - нажмите для запуска." Eventually, the leaders emerge out of a hidden elevator in the old Soviet factory. They are rushed to the private jets and sent on their way, security guards accompanying them. All could not be well in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, all never could be well. Samuel Mashman was never was a man to kiss a leader's ass. Whenever he learned of a plan that was solid and could increase his power, he took it. And this was no different as he walked away from his perch, shouldering his sniper rifle and walking away his breath cloudy in the darkness. It went accordingly, Alexander was dead, and now Sam could take the power seat. Ravi Olé was a side deal, but that was okay. It was easy, making the ice just a bit more slick. Oil was a great method, as always. 5 days later. Samuel sat in his office, and someone burst in. "Samuel! We found Alexander, a rifle bullet was lodged into his neck.. Your going to have to take the helm." He feigned sorrow, though inside, he was ecstatic. "Well... if that is what the public wants, I will surely give it to them." Idiocarasia and North italian union

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The anarchist communist 4 years 107 days agoEdited 4 years 106 days ago

The Banquet of the Ages
As you may know, all world leaders were invited to a banquet at Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, Ravi Olé awaited dearly. The banquet was to discuss trade deals, the laws imposed on the Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian population, and whatever crosses our dear leaders mind. The Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg Royal Force, Air, and Navy (ORFAN) guaranteed the protection of all those who came. The following are the events that occurred on the date of the meal. The meal was broadcast live on air to all citizens of every nation.

The Day Breaks;
The leaders of the nations debark their planes. The planes were sent by Ravi Olé himself. They were the last remaining from the PotaTownian air force supply. They were stocked with two emergency parachutes, a massage chair, a singular Achipelian cigar, and a television. The two pilots sent on each were expertly trained (except for one who was drunk, but who cares?). The flights was long, but soon they arrived. The leaders were greeted with bodyguards, assumably ORFAN, and a private limousine straight to the capitol building. The leaders discussed trade deals and Ravi Olé on the way there.

The Broadcast Begins;
The following was the beginning of the broadcast. The camera focuses onto the Proletarian Palace, and watches as the leaders go inside. Ravi Olé stands by the doors. He smiles at the leaders and shakes hands as they enter. The colour of the building compliments his suit greatly. The leaders enter and Ravi follows behind them all. He shuts the ornate wooden door, lined with gold and jewels, and eyes the camera as he closes it. The view switches to the inside. The footsteps of the officials echo as they step through the building. Military officers are positioned inside. They load into a spacious elevator made of glass. The elevator rises slowly, and Soviet-PotaTownian music fills the halls. The leaders filter out of the elevator after rising a good 20 floors into the hall. The smell of turducken fills their noses.
Ravi: "I am delighted to see some of you could make it."
He takes a seat on the end of the large table. The table is lined with food and drink. Nameplates sit by each seat, awaiting their corresponding owner.
"I... am aware of the... consequences my actions have caused. I wish to sign trade deal with you."
He glances over at Andreas, the Doge of Cymiopolis.
"Some of us have been discussing terms of an agreement. I have had my officials type up a document, ready for signing. Basically, it will close all but two gulags. The ones that are being closed will be turned into paintball stadiums ̶o̶r̶ ̶C̶o̶D̶ ̶m̶a̶p̶s̶. I will ease up on my penalties and remove my ridiculous laws. I am happy to see we are all united again."
He looks around the table and smiles

Discussion Disruption;
After exasperating discussion between all parties, a conclusion was finally reached. The terms were not far off from the original, yet an hour of discussion seemed to be necessary. Ravi signs the paper as it is passed around the table, bypassing the (several) empty chairs. After the paper is all signed Ravi smiles and stands up, motioning for them to follow. He, and the group, step onto a balcony. The balcony is at the top of the Soviet Spire, tallest building in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg.
"My dear friends, I thank you all for coming here."
He climbs on top of the icy railing, standing on his heels. He turns around to face the group.
The security positioned above seems nervous, timid. Like they are waiting for something.
Andres: "Ravi, watch your step."
Ravi: "Shush, I don't need your advice. I know this ice like the back of my hand. Let's out a hearty laugh. I never meant to commit war crimes, my friends. May we eat and drink to the end of our days!"

Then Fell Silent, Did Ravi Olé the Red
After performing this toast, the air fell silent. The sweat from the security guards could be heard as hit the icy floor. The sun seemed to shine, reflecting off of Ravi's teeth. Two sounds rang out. The sounds were loud, of thunder, of fireworks, they cracked and shattered the silent air. The sounds were reminiscent of sadness, of revolution, of change, of power, of death. Suddenly, Ravi falls backwards, off of the balcony. Andreas runs toward Ravi to grab him, and watches as his body falls. His corpse gets impaled by a spire down below. The security guards rush towards the leaders and pull them away. They are lead to a bunker under the building, all but one, Alexander Wagenknecht, who was nowhere to be seen. The guards hurry the world powers along through the post modern era bunker, fit with beeping devices and a big red button marked "Ядерные ракеты - нажмите для запуска." Eventually, the leaders emerge out of a hidden elevator in the old Soviet factory. They are rushed to the private jets and sent on their way, security guards accompanying them. All could not be well in Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, all never could be well.

Samuel Mashman was never was a man to kiss a leader's ass. Whenever he learned of a plan that was solid and could increase his power, he took it. And this was no different as he walked away from his perch, shouldering his sniper rifle and walking away his breath cloudy in the darkness. It went accordingly, Alexander was dead, and now Sam could take the power seat. Ravi Olé was a side deal, but that was okay. It was easy, making the ice just a bit more slick. Oil was a great method, as always.
5 days later.
Samuel sat in his office, and someone burst in. "Samuel! We found Alexander, a rifle bullet was lodged into his neck.. Your going to have to take the helm."
He feigned sorrow, though inside, he was ecstatic. "Well... if that is what the public wants, I will surely give it to them."

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