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The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi Don't put the word human next to the name of any insect. It reminds me of what I wish not to be reminded of. He Who Shall Not Be Named has soured my mind. Pakitsk, Kampf Empire, and Peatiktist |
The Interstellar Confederacy of Stellar Colonies *Continues throwing packages* Kampf Empire and Lerasi |
The Heiliger Eisenrepublik of Kampf Empire * Thrusts you through the wall * Stellar Colonies, Lerasi, and Rage mage |
The Interstellar Confederacy of Stellar Colonies Kampf Empire, The angel of charity, and Lerasi |
Post self-deleted by Stellar Colonies. |
The Heiliger Eisenrepublik of Kampf Empire ASCENSION |
The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi Raise your hand if you worry about accidentally plagiarizing the name of some IRL person when you invent names for your RP characters so you google them. *raises hand and looks around* Stellar Colonies, Kampf Empire, The angel of charity, and Slatos |
Hajira watched her neighbor with some mix of surprise and awe at her speaking style. As he spoke, her eyes hardened slightly, and she stood, her silk dress and gauzy coverings billowing from the movement. "I must thank everyone for attending this body, and my neighbor raises excellent points. Although we, the number one polluter in Valsora for many years due to endless war after, war, have much to learn, I would like to make a few points." "I believe saying our world is dying is hyperbole. It is hurt certainly, but a vast number of extinctions are caused by competition from animals introduced overseas, not our cars. It should also be noted that our CO2 emissions have declined steadily. No poor nations exist on Valsora, which is as shocking as it is hopeful. What we need now, is not prevention but a cure. I believe Valsora can easily stop our emissions by a significant percentage, especially with proposed international rail transit. However, geoengineering solutions should be out goal now, not merely reducing how quickly we make the issue worse." Stellar Colonies, Nova-columbia, Kampf Empire, Peatiktist, and 1 otherLerasi |
The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi I SAID NO! YOU CARTON OF SPOILT MILK! |
The Interstellar Confederacy of Stellar Colonies ouch |
The Heiliger Eisenrepublik of Kampf Empire The only name I've plagiarized is my Great-Grandfather's. Stellar Colonies, The angel of charity, and Lerasi |
The Great Congregation of Brethren Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich Time to go. Madison zipped up her suitcase and took a last look around the bedroom -- a pretty, frilly room, decorated in a style she had long outgrown. Then, turning to gaze out of the window, she pictured the flat she hoped to buy once she had found her feet. A flat furnished to her own taste, with dramatic splashes of colour, where she could find a social life and entertain her friends all by herself. In this flat she would grow up. For nineteen years she had lived according to someone else’s rules. It was time for Madison to break free. The suitcase thumped on each stair as the young woman dragged it down behind her, breaking the air with its noise. Noise was far from welcome in that house, as it seemed to remind Mother and Father they had a daughter. They didn't like to be reminded of that -- that was the best explanation Madison could come up with, watching the way they behaved. It was a miracle they even tolerated each other, miserably nasty as the pair of them was. Predictably, no one acknowledged the noise except with a loudly huffed complaint about millennials (passive-aggressive, definitely intended to be heard, but if Madison responded she would be the one eavesdropping and picking fights). No matter. They didn't know where she was moving to; this was the last day she'd have to hear their voices and care about their demands. She barely restrained herself from dancing upon hitting the sidewalk. A place in Chasenville was the best she'd been able to afford on a stretched-thin student's budget, and no doubt it had been so affordable due to horrible surprises like rotting cats in the fridge and a total lack of heat, but it wasn't her parents' house. Madison kept a smile determinedly on her face as she unlocked the third-floor apartment and forced it open; the smile faltered when she smelled the mold, mildew and dust choking the place's air, but it came back out of spite. At least there was a window. She'd check the fridge later. For now . . . people-watching. People-watching at her own window in a place she had chosen to be. The first thing Madison saw out the window was a spindly-legged child lurching its way home. The child's hands dragged on the ground and its belly wobbled with each awkward step -- the shoes certainly weren't helping with those steps, they were ridiculously big. Almost like clown shoes (bright red like clown shoes, too). The sight was oddly disconcerting, and Madison backed away from the window with a shiver. Cross-legged on the floor eating dinner, she heard the next sign of life: slow, clomping steps out in the hall, accompanied by a rough dragging sound. The child? Heart in her throat, Madison crept to the door and cracked it open. The potbellied, stick-legged child looking back at her was dressed all in ratty blue with nothing on its feet. Okay. Probably a cousin; Chasenville was a small neighbourhood and people didn't move out of it much. Madison waved awkwardly and moved to close the door, but she was interrupted the sound of the fridge coming open. That, and the ensuing clomp, clomp, clomp. The two "children" -- deformed humanoid things -- lurched towards Madison in unison, the backs of their hands leaving black trails on the floor. She stumbled back against a wall, wanting to at least know another one wasn't coming up behind her, and swallowed hard. "Back off! I-I have a gun!" They didn't stop. They didn't give any sign that they'd even heard. Madison fumbled for her gun and found it dropping from her long, bendy fingers; it fell to the floor with black slime all over it. "No no no . . ." She bent to retrieve it, tripped over her huge clumsy feet, and crashed to the floor with a splat. The creatures had stopped advancing already; they had what they wanted. Another dragged down to their level, another without spirit or desire or even breath, another who would never want to leave them again. There was a reason no one moved away from Chasenville. *** A Hunter sits cross-legged on a Chasenville rooftop, meticulously disassembling and cleaning lethal instruments. She has at least an hour before the black honey badger manages to drag itself here from across Louistan (specifically, from just outside Ferdinand Palace). Black honey badger. The hunter snorts. Imislest monster names leave something to be desired. *** An enormous, greasy-furred brown beast lumbers by the palace. Ten legs, a multitude of blind and cataracted eyes, and a gaping mouth it seems incapable of closing. At least there are no claws or teeth -- just a disgusting stench and a tendency to step on everything. Slowly, repeatedly running into buildings, it approaches Chasenville. Shavara: It's very rare for Brethren to emigrate elsewhere. These two did anyway (father and son) and now they're in line for government assistance because they can't afford food. Nick runs in circles around his dad, who appears to have fallen asleep standing up. "Climate change is the greatest threat to our survival and the most pressing issue of our time, but it is treated with less urgency than a lesser threat. A threat that we have the power to abolish. War. We pour our resources into it, pour our children's lives into it, distract ourselves from the coming apocalypse with it. Why? How are we still so blind as to see war as a worthy use of our attention, when Valsora itself is on the brink of death? Imagine what we could do, restoring the land instead of tearing at each other for the remaining scraps of it. Imagine the resources wasted on the global war machine, taken, re-purposed for the actual saving of the world. "My friends, we are here to save ourselves. It is almost too late. Cooperation is the only way, and as long as demons walk the earth there will be only one way to ensure that cooperation. Global. Disarmament. It is time to focus on what matters. It is time to stop pretending war can accomplish anything, when a decade from now the disputed territories will be unlivable. I am not naive enough to ask that you abandon political massacres forever -- only long enough to ensure there will be something to fight over in our children's lifetimes. In short: prioritize." Yes, comrade. We have a soooooper seekrit communist alliance in the works that I hope to see you join :) Shavara, The angel of charity, Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich, and Lerasi |
Ew no. That isn't like any examples I gave, nor is it scp, next time read my post. |
*runs away quickly* |
The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi Minister Alvarez stands again, and speaks with venom in his voice. Valsora is 4.6 Billion years old. If we scale that to 46 years, we have only existed for 4 hours. Our industrial revolution began 1 minute ago. And, in that time, we have destroyed 50% of the world's forests. This is not sustainable. It must stop. The forests of the Cult of Cthulhu are burning, Antarritah is melting, the coral reefs are dying, marine life is choking on plastic. CO2 is rising. We are dangerously close to the tipping point. If the death of our world is a hyperbole to you, then perhaps you have not considered the facts. Stellar Colonies, Terrabis-Seran, Slatos, and Brethren |
The Heiliger Eisenrepublik of Kampf Empire * FLIES MENACINGLY WHILE T-POSING * Stellar Colonies, Brethren, and Lerasi |
The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist 'Plagiarizing' and 'names' don't go next to each other. Ever. *Mme. Boss starts paying more attention as soon as Hajira says 'rail transit'* The angel of charity and Lerasi |
*ducks and covers for protection* Stellar Colonies, Brethren, Lerasi, and Theodore roosevelt 26 |
The Interstellar Confederacy of Stellar Colonies *Digs self out of wreckage* |
The Interstellar Confederacy of Stellar Colonies you're scr*wed |
The Imperial Interim Government of Terrabis-Seran Once those infront of her have spoken, Sara Treant slowly stands up. "When you think of a highway, you think of cars. You think of gas and oil. You think of pollution. Well, Terrabis-Seran doesn't have highways. The majority of our most populated settlements are underground. Therefore, we use electric trains, powered by ARC and Nuclear reactors. We barely cut down any of our glades, for they both make a good defense and the woodstove is obsolete. We mine the mountains for gold, copper, uranium and other useful elements, not for coal. Our streets are narrow, so you will either have to use an electric trolly to carry your items or a bike. To those who ask about our settlements above ground, I tell you they are self-sustaining, because unnecessary obstacles are out of the way, such as dependency on oil and monopolies of consumer factories to keep the populace satisfied. Small business does not require a big carbon footprint, so since most of our industry is either small businesses or Government "Regulated" Industry, those both above and below ground are green, and help their fellow neighbor by buying a toy from a local, instead of a baron. In conclusion, the boosting of small business and public infrastructure, while moving to Nuclear and ARC energy is the way Terrabis has been moving forward. It may be an easier way to fix this problem for some nations over others, but as long as the people are truly happy, this plan can work out." Stellar Colonies, Zukchiva, Peatiktist, and The angel of charity |
The Canonically Apotheosized God of Lerasi This is the modification I was speaking of. It turns out that if you modify facts to fit a different world, people understand better. Stellar Colonies, Zukchiva, and The angel of charity |
The Great Congregation of Brethren aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaa Stellar Colonies, Kampf Empire, Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich, and Rangan |