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Karteria

Deugaw wrote:NWI Talent Show?

You've had your fair share of good ideas, recently. What kinds of talent would you like to see?

Idiocarasia, Deugaw, and North italian union

Pegasus starships

Construction of the new factories is now complete, and the production of ships will begin effective immediately. Customers who pre-ordered will be prioritized, however, for those who haven't, don't let that deter you!

Pegasus Starships. Born Winged.

Ventus Prime, Idiocarasia, Cymiopolis, Karteria, and 1 otherNorth italian union

The Systems Alliance of Ventus Prime

Pegasus starships wrote:Construction of the new factories is now complete, and the production of ships will begin effective immediately. Customers who pre-ordered will be prioritized, however, for those who haven't, don't let that deter you!

Pegasus Starships. Born Winged.

Do I need to TG you about buying stocks?

Idiocarasia and Pegasus starships

Pegasus starships

Ventus Prime wrote:Do I need to TG you about buying stocks?

(ooc) Nope! Just state it here.

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The anarchist communist

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

The anarchist communist

[Secret] Samuel picked up his phone. The screen had a single name on it. "Mashman". "Hello?... Yes, it went accordingly. The coup has never been better.. Thanks, though you planned it all. Okay.. I will see you soon. Goodbye." He hung up the phone, and laughed as he walked away. Relatives had never been better to him then Mr. Mashman.[Secret]

Post self-deleted by New united carolinas.

Karteria

Welcome Orwellistan and Vertonia to the New West Indies! We hope you enjoy your stay. :)

Idiocarasia, North italian union, and Vertonia

New sistonia

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.

INN (Imperial News Network)

Political Analysis: Pota Town
Word has just reached the Emperor during his time in the Alpha Centauri system after administering both this system and on Earth while the transition of the capital location is being changed. With the distance between the Sol and Centauri Systems, communications have to currently be sent by ships moving between systems.

A spokesperson for the royal family announced that the Emperor and his advisors will be deciding if the Empire will get involved in the political situation. Concerns arise about the future between these two trading partners, and how the Emperor’s policy of peace will hold out.

Royal Engagement
An announcement from the royal family has confirmed the engagement between Prince Theseus and Princess Andromeda. An announcement of the time and place of the wedding will be announced later.

Food Crisis
As the political situation grows between Pota Town and the Empire, fewer and fewer shipments of cargo have been arriving in the spaceports. This has led to the option of a few alternatives with the main ones being: rationing food until the colonies are self sufficient, rationing food and colonizing more planets for the sole purpose of food production leading to many dying from starvation, rationing food and building farming factories in the desert lands on Earth, or to consider one of the other options. Whatever is decided, the food banks are running thin, and the streets are beginning to become restless.

Empire’s Growth
The Empire had planned to colonize a few more planets, however, with food concerns plans may get postponed. Should the empire decide to go about it, many lives may be lost due to the resources needed to colonize a new planet.

Idiocarasia, Karteria, and North italian union

The Systems Alliance of Ventus Prime

Pegasus starships wrote:(ooc) Nope! Just state it here.

I’d like to buy 200 stocks for Pegasus Starships.

Post self-deleted by Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg.

Cymiopolis

Department of Internal Affairs

Ever since last years NWI Flag competition, the DIA has been hard at work finding new and exciting cultural events for the region.

We now have a flag we can be proud of that is among the best regional flags in NS and we believe regional anthem is the next logical step to forge the identity of the NWI.

Without further ado, the DIA is calling upon all aspiring lyricists, poets and songwriters of the NWI to produce a worthy regional anthem. Anything goes as long it doesn’t cross the line into offensiveness.

The submission period will be one week long (two weeks if we don’t have more than 3 submissions by Monday). All entries are to submitted to me via telegram. Following this, a 48 hour voting period will take place to determine the winner.

Along with the honour of composing the winning anthem, first prize will include 2 epic-level trading cards and 2 random NWI cards. 2nd prize wins 1 epic card and 1 NWI card. 3rd wins Ultra rare card.

In a the coming 24 hours, a dispatch for the anthem competition will be created to compile all entries.

May the best anthem win!

-Cymiopolis,
Secretary of Internal Affairs

Twelve titans, Achipel, Celestiam, Idiocarasia, and 6 othersVolirum, Karteria, New united carolinas, The anarchist communist, North italian union, and Itoshic

North italian union

Cymiopolis wrote:Department of Internal Affairs

Ever since last years NWI Flag competition, the DIA has been hard at work finding new and exciting cultural events for the region. 

We now have a flag we can be proud of that is among the best regional flags in NS and we believe regional anthem is the next logical step to forge the identity of the NWI.

Without further ado, the DIA is calling upon all aspiring lyricists, poets and songwriters of the NWI to produce a worthy regional anthem. Anything goes as long it doesn’t cross the line into offensiveness.

The submission period will be one week long (two weeks if we don’t have more than 3 submissions by Monday). All entries are to submitted to me via telegram. Following this, a 48 hour voting period will take place to determine the winner.

Along with the honour of composing the winning anthem, first prize will include 2 epic-level trading cards and 2 random NWI cards. 2nd prize wins 1 epic card and 1 NWI card. 3rd wins Ultra rare card.

In a the coming 24 hours, a dispatch for the anthem competition will be created to compile all entries.

May the best anthem win!

-Cymiopolis,
Secretary of Internal Affairs

How can one write the lyrics without the music? Could we use a standard instrumental music and make lyrics for it?

Idiocarasia, Ganiva, and Tambuszch

Post self-deleted by Idiocarasia.

Cymiopolis

North italian union wrote:How can one write the lyrics without the music? Could we use a standard instrumental music and make lyrics for it?

I can’t speak for all national anthems, though the Greek national anthem was made from a poem written in 1823 by Dionysios Solomos, while the accompanying music was only made in 1865 by Nikolaos Mantzaros.

Furthermore, I feel like making a lyrics-only competition would be more inclusive seeing as not every writer is musically inclined. We could however do a futur competition to add music to the winning anthem.

Achipel, Idiocarasia, Karteria, and North italian union

Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg

The following was broadcasted at varying times, ensuring it was heard around the world. Broadcast originates from Oopsidroppedmyrightburg.
You are staring at an office. The desk is made of a rich mahogany, with little toys on top. You see bobbleheads, a small toy train, and a Rubix cube. The background is a window, you can tell it is about to shattered. Glass bits lay around the desk on the floor. You see the city of Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg in the background. Some buildings appear to be on fire. There is a man sitting in the chair. He is laying on the desk, bottle in hand. Someone else walks into the scene. They appear to be wearing a mask, it is red with a yellow symbol in the top left. You cannot make out the symbol to the 360p technology that seems to be being used. The man is wearing a red suit- wait, no, it's a white suit. It is soaked in something red, perhaps wine. The man walks behind the man on the desk, his footsteps echo through the silent room, and pulls the bottle out of his hand. The man leaning over the desk doesn't react. A loud crash rings out as he slams the bottle into the table, shattering it; liquid spills over the desk and both of the men. He walks over to the camera with a quick speed and holds the broken bottle up. His hand shakes with a certain anger, or perhaps low blood sugar. You notice his hand is soaked in blood, and glass shards protrude from the wounds. The bottles jagged, broken edges gleam in the sunlight.
"Это то, что вы просите! Это то, что происходит, когда вы не противостоите тирании!" Shouts the man; his voice has a familiarity.
He steps back over to the man sleeping on the desk and lifts up the bottle. He stabs him, pushing the bottle deep inside his neck. The sleeping man doesn't react. He stabs again. Blood begins to decorate the walls. Again, again, again, again. The man lets out a scream as he stabs; he drops the bottle and lifts the man up from the desk, leaning him back in the chair. The man in the chair has a mask over his face, you see a moderately sized hole in his chest, bigger than any bullet.
"В следующий раз мы не будем такими милосердными."
He pushes the man in the chair into the window, the crack grows. He slams him again, the window breaks. The man in the chair flies out into the unknown depths. To your surprise, the man in the suit (who is still alive) begins speaking English.
"This... shall be a new beginning. Our new beginning. I..." he pulls the mask away "am Toddtato Mashman, and I will have my revenge. I am cutting the trade deal with New sistonia. Those who are not a true democracy will face my wrath! Those who are, I invite to come over for a real banquet. I will spare no expense. Do not fret, I ensu-"
The screen goes dark. You hear someone shuffling around.
"God damn- Vlad! Get these lights back on!"
You hear a large crash.
"Oh, was that the camera? Did I just... it was the camera."
You see a light shine through, but the screen looks cracked and purple flashes across the screen. You can barely make out the picture.
"Vlad you daft proletariat, get a new camera! You listening in, I don't know if you can hear me, but I'll be back. Trust me, Toddtato always gets what he wants."

Idiocarasia, Cymiopolis, New united carolinas, The anarchist communist, and 2 othersDeugaw, and North italian union

The Destructive Hosts of Idiocarasia

update from the Space Raiders

Long have the raiders of the stars been bound to our homeworld, be it by land or by money. But now, the time has come, where we are to seek our own clay in the stars. Idiocaren space raiders have long spent many resources and days transporting their loot, through the glorified taverns and treasuries we call Raider-stations, but now its time to move forward. by the order of the high chief, we now stake our claim in 15760 Albion, where we seek to have our first true station, and settlement in the stars.

accompanying, the clans & slaves who are destined for life among the stars, minor leaders of the ICFH set off too in search of greater power. and to ensure the place dosent explode after its built.

Cymiopolis, Deugaw, and North italian union

North italian union

Cymiopolis wrote:
I can’t speak for all national anthems, though the Greek national anthem was made from a poem written in 1823 by Dionysios Solomos, while the accompanying music was only made in 1865 by Nikolaos Mantzaros.

Furthermore, I feel like making a lyrics-only competition would be more inclusive seeing as not every writer is musically inclined. We could however do a futur competition to add music to the winning anthem.

Sorry i expressed myself wrongly. I meant to ask if it is a problem to use a preexisting instrumental musical base for the lyrics (like for example a piece of Wagner) since it would be helpful.
I totally agree with you on the lyrics-only competition since I'm pretty ignorant on writing musical scores :) .

Idiocarasia, Cymiopolis, and Deugaw

The Systems Alliance of Ventus Prime

Idiocarasia wrote:update from the Space Raiders

Long have the raiders of the stars been bound to our homeworld, be it by land or by money. But now, the time has come, where we are to seek our own clay in the stars. Idiocaren space raiders have long spent many resources and days transporting their loot, through the glorified taverns and treasuries we call Raider-stations, but now its time to move forward. by the order of the high chief, we now stake our claim in 15760 Albion, where we seek to have our first true station, and settlement in the stars.

accompanying, the clans & slaves who are destined for life among the stars, minor leaders of the ICFH set off too in search of greater power. and to ensure the place dosent explode after its built.

I’m gonna tell you again, you invade our territory you’ll have the entire Ventuan Navy on your ass!

North italian union

Cymiopolis

Ventus Prime wrote:I’m gonna tell you again, you invade our territory you’ll have the entire Ventuan Navy on your ass!

Paying them off also works. I make more money in the long run if they eliminate my competition

Twelve titans

Welcome, Sao paolo and Luthera!

Achipel, Karteria, North italian union, and Sao paolo

The Destructive Hosts of Idiocarasia

Ventus Prime wrote:I’m gonna tell you again, you invade our territory you’ll have the entire Ventuan Navy on your ass!

Eh, feel free to shoot down the raiders in your territory if you wish. But remember, it’s the work of the individual not the nation, as much as we endorse it.

Besides we’re is the fun if there is no fight?

Cymiopolis

The Systems Alliance of Ventus Prime

Idiocarasia wrote:Eh, feel free to shoot down the raiders in your territory if you wish. But remember, it’s the work of the individual not the nation, as much as we endorse it.

Besides we’re is the fun if there is no fight?

Ah yes, where is the fun in not giving my navy a proper exercise.

Idiocarasia, Cymiopolis, and Deugaw

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