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The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

Kylondia wrote:Helena is not a facist.

I mean, I named a character Helena to.
And she is a fascist.

So............
Yes this is me being annoying and sarcastic

The Great Congregation of Brethren

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Sicilianzo wrote:Kind of. Kian, a crysentian puppet, launched an offensive attack on plaz

Peatiktist when can the Petty Kingdom launch their offensive

The Federation of Romanoddle Republic

Sicilianzo wrote:I bloody know that kylon

I can’t surrender without killing my own state

Don’t worry, I’ll hide your government officials if you lose the war

The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

Kylondia wrote:Sicil I think you got played hard.

Couldn't say yes to the original demand without entering a death spiral.
Can't say yes to any peace agreements because that would cause immediate death.

Merlo and Shav knew what they were doing.

The Rzeczpospolita Skilii of AuthRight Authoritarianism

Brethren wrote:ABOUT TO HAVE TEA

. . . how bout you lol

I am pretty great!

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Romanoddle Republic wrote:Don’t worry, I’ll hide your government officials if you lose the war

Same. Won't do the same for Peat though

The ✨✨MENACING THREAT✨✨ of Zukchiva

Saint Cinder wrote:Oh the misery! Another mongrel out to get your beloved Pontiff! I could write a tragedy about it, "The terror of a Mongoose!"

your anti-geese propaganda doesn't scar eme

The Federation of Romanoddle Republic

United Commonwealth of American States wrote:Same. Won't do the same for Peat though

I wonder why you wouldn’t take them in

I see no reason

The Winter Imperium of Of Centralist Brexit

Kylondia wrote:Looks at Helena’s Lore Sheet
Christ, you are a very complex and powerful character.

I see.

The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

United Commonwealth of American States wrote:Peatiktist when can the Petty Kingdom launch their offensive

Oh yeah, we're peacing out because the war is unsustainable long term.

Romanoddle Republic wrote:Don’t worry, I’ll hide your government officials if you lose the war

I'll be the one hiding them.

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Romanoddle Republic wrote:I wonder why you wouldn’t take them in

I see no reason

Peat started the invasion. Peat still hold a regime in UKS's claimed lands. Peat's government is still intact.

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Peatiktist wrote:Oh yeah, we're peacing out because the war is unsustainable long term.I'll be the one hiding them.

Top 10 Anime Betrayals

The Italic Union of Sicilianzo

Romanoddle Republic wrote:Don’t worry, I’ll hide your government officials if you lose the war

I’m getting blockaded unless I turn the tide

The problem isn’t finding a country to evacuate them to, it’s getting them out of the country without turning them to Swiss cheese

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Sicilianzo wrote:I’m getting blockaded unless I turn the tide

The problem isn’t finding a country to evacuate them to, it’s getting them out of the country without turning them to Swiss cheese

Get them to Izaba, and then hop a ship over to UKS

The Federation of Romanoddle Republic

Sicilianzo wrote:I’m getting blockaded unless I turn the tide

The problem isn’t finding a country to evacuate them to, it’s getting them out of the country without turning them to Swiss cheese

There may or may not be unopposed humanitarian flights from Romanoddle that may or may not have some open spots

It’s not like anyone beside me is checking them currently

The Republic of Texaria

I have a question

How long does it take for Plazland to reply to telegrams?

The Federation of Romanoddle Republic

Texaria wrote:I have a question

How long does it take for Plazland to reply to telegrams?

It may be a week or two before you get added to the map that’s how long the updates have been recently

The Constitutional Dictatorship of Peatiktist

Sicilianzo wrote:I’m getting blockaded unless I turn the tide

The problem isn’t finding a country to evacuate them to, it’s getting them out of the country without turning them to Swiss cheese

Merlo and Shav are legally obligated to not attack Imperial vessels by the peace accords.
So........

I'm very sure Imperial Intelligence could get them out if need be.

United Commonwealth of American States wrote:Top 10 Anime Betrayals

Not a betrayal when it's necessary for survival.

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Texaria wrote:I have a question

How long does it take for Plazland to reply to telegrams?

Depends. Plaz may be sleeping, or some other irl stuff

The Bundesrepublik of Osterreich und Ungarn

Karl stomps over a corpse, then another, then another, his boots covered in guts. Burning buildings and screams surround him. They call out for safety, call for God. They wouldn’t find him here...

In the light of the fire, bathing in destruction, Karl would grin. He stands amidst body after body, blood on the floor and on the walls and on him.

He watches with giddy excitement as a body tries to move, supposedly still alive. He here’s them gasping for air, crying out for safety. Karl walks over, leans down and grabs the man’s head with his mechanical arm, taking joy in the screams and that follow, and the explosion of their head. He cackles. In his left arm, he swings around a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, taking sight of another man sitting up, trying to hold on to life. Karl yells out in a childlike excitement as he swings the bat into the man’s face, watching it slam through his skin and skull.

He was host to a spectacle of death and destruction.

And he loved it

...

...

...

And then he awoke from his bed, panting, covered in sweat. He feels the covers of his bed and his eyes dart around the dark and empty bedroom to make sure...

Karl sighs.

Looking over to his nightstand, he curses at the clock. [2.26 AM] “Damn,” he mutters. Worse yet, the bottle of whiskey nearby was empty.

Hoping to remedy the situation, he hops out of bed and refits his prosthetic leg, limping his way out of the room and to the stairwell. Hopping down, he walks over to a large glass cabinet and begins rummaging through, looking for his beverage of choice before he hears a lighter behind him.

Startled, he throws a random bottle of something behind him, and as the glass shatters, he turns around to find a figure sitting in his own reclining chair, lighting a cigarette. With the help of the light, Karl can make out his perfectly clean shaven, smiling face, his eyes looking right at Karl, and his Green-Grey and yellow trimmed Marshal’s cap.

“Guten tag, Herr Kaiser. Hope my entrance didn’t wake you,” Marshal von Rademacher beams with with whimsical joy.

Karl though, limps around to face the man, with nothing but confusion in his face, traces of anger. “What...what the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? There’s a lock.”

“That you didn’t bother to actually use,” the Marshal chuckles. “Figured if you didn’t want me here you would have locked it.”

“Well what do you want then,” Karl groans.

Rademacher hops out of the chair and walks up to the Kaiser. “Need to pick your brain. Ask some questions.”

“Well...what?”

Rademacher walks up to a lamp and starts screwing and unscrewing the bulb over and over again, “You know I was a soldier in the army when you first ruled. A captain. And your conquests were glorious. To think, the sound of the bombs, the smell of the napalm. I can hardly contain myself,” he exclaims, bellowing out with a sense of happiness and splendor.” He turns around and faces Karl again. “I, of course understand we live in a much different time now, but it’s hard not to remember what we accomplished.”

“But we try to forget anyway,” Karl retorts.

Rademacher starts to pace around the Kaiser, who quickly gives up trying to limp around in circles. “All I’m saying, we have more than enough justification to wipe out this runt on the border that has invaded us. Please, where’s that old Karl I use to know, that rules the seas between here to Sminishia, that faced down Kampfia...”

Karl grimaces. “I am not that kind of man anymore, Marshal. Now I suggest you get the hell out, and do not come to me with a suggestion like that again,” he says, a shaky anger filling his voice.” The Marshal nods.

“I see, you need some time...to realize. I understand!” Rademacher trots towards the door with a smile on his face, whistling. “Sleep well, Herr Kaiser. Tood-a-loo!” And gone he was.

Karl shakes his head.

Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, he lumbers over to the thankfully vacant reclining chair, takes his seat, and drinks.

The Republic of Texaria

Romanoddle Republic wrote:It may be a week or two before you get added to the map that’s how long the updates have been recently

Ah, that's fine.

United Commonwealth of American States wrote:Depends. Plaz may be sleeping, or some other irl stuff

Been a day since I sent it, but roman answered my question perfectly.

Thank you both.

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Osterreich und Ungarn wrote:

Karl stomps over a corps, then another, then another, his boots covered in guts. Burning buildings and screams surround him. They call out for safety, call for God. They wouldn’t find him here...

In the light of the fire, bathing in destruction, Karl would grin. He stands amidst body after body, blood on the floor and on the walls and on him.

He watches with giddy excitement as a body tries to move, supposedly still alive. He here’s them gasping for air, crying out for safety. Karl walks over, leans down and grabs the man’s head with his mechanical arm, taking joy in the screams and that follow, and the explosion of their head. He cackles. In his left arm, he swings around a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, taking sight of another man sitting up, trying to hold on to life. Karl yells out in a childlike excitement as he swings the bat into the man’s face, watching it slam through his skin and skull.

He was host to a spectacle of death and destruction.

And he loved it

...

...

...

And then he awoke from his bed, panting, covered in sweat. He feels the covers of his bed and his eyes dart around the dark and empty bedroom to make sure...

Karl sighs.

Looking over to his nightstand, he curses at the clock. [2.26 AM] “Damn,” he mutters. Worse yet, the bottle of whiskey nearby was empty.

Hoping to remedy the situation, he hops out of bed and refits his prosthetic leg, limping his way out of the room and to the stairwell. Hopping down, he walks over to a large glass cabinet and begins rummaging through, looking for his beverage of choice before he hears a lighter behind him.

Startled, he throws a random bottle of something behind him, and as the glass shatters, he turns around to find a figure sitting in his own reclining chair, lighting a cigarette. With the help of the light, Karl can make out his perfectly clean shaven, smiling face, his eyes looking right at Karl, and his Green-Grey and yellow trimmed Marshal’s cap.

“Guten tag, Herr Kaiser. Hope my entrance didn’t wake you,” Marshal von Rademacher beams with with whimsical joy.

Karl though, limps around to face the man, with nothing but confusion in his face, traces of anger. “What...what the hell are you doing here in the middle of the night? There’s a lock.”

“That you didn’t bother to actually use,” the Marshal chuckles. “Figured if you didn’t want me here you would have locked it.”

“Well what do you want then,” Karl groans.

Rademacher hops out of the chair and walks up to the Kaiser. “Need to pick your brain. Ask some questions.”

“Well...what?”

Rademacher walks up to a lamp and starts screwing and unscrewing the bulb over and over again, “You know I was a soldier in the army when you first ruled. A captain. And your conquests were glorious. To think, the sound of the bombs, the smell of the napalm. I can hardly contain myself,” he exclaims, bellowing out with a sense of happiness and splendor.” He turns around and faces Karl again. “I, of course understand we live in a much different time now, but it’s hard not to remember what we accomplished.”

“But we try to forget anyway,” Karl retorts.

Rademacher starts to pace around the Kaiser, who quickly gives up trying to limp around in circles. “All I’m saying, we have more than enough justification to wipe out this runt on the border that has invaded us. Please, where’s that old Karl I use to know, that rules the seas between here to Sminishia, that faced down Kampfia...”

Karl grimaces. “I am not that kind of man anymore, Marshal. Now I suggest you get the hell out, and do not come to me with a suggestion like that again,” he says, a shaky anger filling his voice.” The Marshal nods.

“I see, you need some time...to realize. I understand!” Rademacher trots towards the door with a smile on his face, whistling. “Sleep well, Herr Kaiser. Tood-a-loo!” And gone he was.

Karl shakes his head.

Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, he lumbers over to the thankfully vacant reclining chair, takes his seat, and drinks.

What runt

The Bundesrepublik of Osterreich und Ungarn

The Keltic State of United Commonwealth of American States

Osterreich und Ungarn wrote:The Marshal is referencing Battania

Ah...

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