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I don’t really know how THAT happened. Lotion Empire and Govornia |
what's democracy again |
Square 52 News Chinou Obey Dies in Car Accident in Kinshasa (Kinshasa, DRC) - Only a short ten hours before the Creole Union National Football Team was expected to play, Chinou Obey, the nineteen-year-old Midfielder, was found dead in his car in Kinshasa next to a white Ariyundai that had run into a building before spinning out of control and crashing into another car and tumbling down the hill. The car was hauled up by a tow truck, and his body was found inside the car. Severe burns were found on his body as well as no pulse. Obey was a prominent young star in the world of football. He signed with Sahara City FC at the age of ten and played his first game at the age of twelve. He was born and raised in Kinshasa and played football at Kinshasa Christian Academy until he was nine. He made his first start with the Creole Union National Team in the North Pacific World Cup when he subbed for the injured Jordan Alexandre. He was always found in Kinshasa training his legs and his arms for football. He loved what he did and he took a lot of pride in playing football. Obey's roommate in Kinshasa, Izuchukwu Madukwe, reported that he was told by Obey that he was going out for a drink and that he would be back. His autopsy was taken shortly after he was found and it was found that the nineteen-year-old was indeed, drunk and the alcohol in his system was five times over the legal amount. The Kinshasa Fire Department recovered his body and took him to the hospital, and he was pronounced dead on the scene. His teammate, Chassa Yao, was spoken to on the issue. "He [Chinou] was my best friend and practically my brother. We were looking forward to a World Cup win with him, but now we have to win for him," he said, "Now he is gone, another poor sucker from Fuseana for all we know has to haul ass all the way over here. I'm gonna miss my brother." The team has put into policy in a team meeting early this morning that no player will be allowed to go out for drinks no matter where they were and that the curfew would by 22:00. Eastside Park has put a number 95 patch in the midfield. The stadium will also take a moment of silence for him. The Creole Union is also in the process of putting his picture on every stadium's wall involved in the Creole Union with a caption saying "Win it for Obey." |
Walking down the street, Sal read the telegraph with ease. It was exciting that mainland Penultans had finally launched a rocket for the first time. In addition, further expeditionary measures were being implemented in the Fusean Colony. In the courthouse, there were whispers of independence and separatism. Such ideas were to be vehemently opposed by the mainland Penult, but of course it was only gossip. There was then a flash of light, unlike anything Sal had ever seen. It was bold and bright, and seemed to occur right in front of her. The first time it blared, it startled Sal and she dropped her newspaper. She caught it before proceeding. A few moments later, another flash of light inquired her interest. She was now paranoid, and stopped in the middle of a busy boulevard for any indication of what was going on. There was a purple mist that travelled on the pavement, she could see it obviously, but none else could. By that time, Sal stopped and turned around to leave the area, but there was a greatly powerful force that stopped her from doing so. “S-a-a-a-a-l.” Some departed after viewing her face, disregarding her a crazy person. “F-o-l-l-o-w.” Sal was beginning to feel her resistance fall to the command. It felt as though every step she took in following the trail of purple mist was rewarding. She couldn’t stop now. “F-o-l-l-o-w.” The trail of purple mist, absent from the perceptions of all other men and women on that boulevard lead her down into the city, and eventually into an unlocked car—her’s. She turned on the engine and moved into the middle lane, following the mist that was now swirling and stretching across the main roadway in the centre of Karé. She drove carefully and slowly, angering this behind her. She could not feel more peaceful however, she ignored the anger and the car-honking in her pursuit of the mist which lead all the way into the backwoods of the city. The backwoods—as it were—was considered a baksiosolanne tribal ground and it was considered dangerous to enter due to dangerous, hostile autock warriors. She was hooked however—addicted to the sensation of satisfaction that came from following the mist. It stopped in the middle of the forest, and suddenly she fell to her knees. As the trail ended, her desires did as well and she immediately felt exhausted. “What? What is this?” Out from the trees came nearly a dozen autock warriors. Baksiosolanne men and women with swords approached from the distance. “C’est quoi? C’est quoi?” Sal cried, trying to make them understand. A mass of black smoke arose from around the tribesmen and swirled into the essence of a man. Sal-Jeanette feared the seemingly magical events that were unfolding before her and closed her eyes. She instantly knew from his presence who had just come from the amalgam of black mist. “It is me. Sal-Jeanette.” Sal whimpered and fell into the mud with her hands. It was the man from her dreams, the God of the autock religion. “Do not be weak, Sal. We finally have you in our hands and now you decide to relinquish your strength?” The man said, “We sent Touraytte and the sheriff to incept you. Now you can be reborn as Lukre and as Sal-Jeanette.” Reborn? Sal-Jeanette stopped her whimpering and looked up, ever scared yet curious. “Reborn you say? Like the legends?” Sal-Jeanette Fell upon the dirt again, this time looking straight at the old Emperor. “By the hands of Tatiana, by Emmanuel, by Lucretius, by Demeter, by Nemesis, by all the evils of the intraspace, by all the angels and saints, by the months and the poems, November, the good and the will of Paxiosolange, the spirit of this old civilization, the scrolls, the islands, the music, the empires: We imbue you with the essence of Paxiosolange, with the essence of Fusea!” As the incantation worked along her mind, the blackness of Lukre reappeared and the smoke began to tangle and string itself across Sal-Jeanette. It was a possession, and Sal woke up reborn, speaking and thinking as two minds, an abomination. As the possession began to finalize, Sal stood up, realizing her mind had reached unescapable levels. Knowledge poured into her mind like the waterfalls in Cielmarque. She was Lukre. “Baksiosolanne, you will go! It is now that I will return back to Penult and begin the great Emergency. I will bring again a plague among the civilization, and there will be catastrophe. In the end, there with be an All-Fusean Empire. Vive le Penult! Vive la Paxiosolange! Vive le Fusie!” Itallitopia, Lotion Empire, Aerilia, Western Vapia, and 2 othersAleria and tiristan, and Deerfenland |
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I know you edited his post through the quote lol Lotion Empire and Fizban |
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Lotion Empire, Aerilia, Deerfenland, and Govornia |
... I didn't? Aerilia and Govornia |
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Thats just NS; When you quote a message that quoted something, the quote that was quoted in the message doesn't get shown in your message. Aerilia and Govornia |
The blank quote is because he had a quote in his post, but nothing else. In other words, when you quote it, the quote in his post doesn't show up like so: Lotion Empire and Govornia |
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“There is no greater danger than underestimating your opponent.” - Lao Tzu 12:34 The SB headquarters was very busy as Wolfgang’s division, the 2nd SF Corps, was being briefed by both Chihaya and the corps commander, Wolfgang himself. The corps had a manpower of at least 160 soldiers. It was enough to stage a raid on the house of Reinhart von Eisner. “Alright, listen up, lads.” Wolfgang said to them as he began drawing up the battle plan. “This operation is officially called Operation Vengeful Child, so ordered from the Empress. The household is roughly 8 km (4.97 mi) away from here. We have to strike swift and merciless,” he continued. “Are there any questions?” Wolfgang asked. None made a question. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. Chihaya looked at them and so did Wolfgang. He then spoke again: “Very well. Let’s get going. ASAP!” The 160-soldier corps stood up, saluted and went to the armory. They began to dress up in combat gear. Along with them is Wolfgang of course, who is to lead the assault on his father’s house. With one last sigh, he knows that the operation will be successful, and Alyssa will dispose of their father. “Sir, are you okay?” one of his soldiers asked. “I am. Yes. Don’t worry,” Wolfgang replied. He then wore his helmet. He took an assault rifle, two revolvers, and of course, his trusty butterfly knife in place of a dagger. The others were ready as well. They were all armed to the teeth. After a few minutes of holding a prayer for the safety of their journey and their mission, they then departed on a convoy of 12 vans, all bound for the subdivision. Roughly half an hour passes. It is one-o-clock in the afternoon, and the summer sun of the month can be felt through the getup of the SB unit. The vans enter the security gate of the subdivision, which out of fear, the guard in charge opened the gates. The convoy enters, and after turning right on a fork, they were outside of the target’s house. The vans stopped and the soldiers disembarked. Wolfgang led them and slowly made their way towards the backdoor. The backdoor was a garden with chain-link fencing the only barrier on it. Using some tools, the troops broke sections of the fence and they poured in. As they entered the backyard, Wolfgang peeked through a window. There was his father, watching television, with beer bottles scattered around. One house ahead, an SB marksman stationed himself to shoot at one of the bottles. Wolfgang and the others readied themselves at the doors and other windows. Seconds later, the marksman fired his shot, which was pretty quiet due to a suppressor. However, the bullet shattered through the glass, making a ruckus, and then the bottle also shattered, shocking Reinhart. Simultaneously, multiple windows from the kitchen, and the dining area, shattered. SB soldiers entered. The backdoor was forcibly broken through. Reinhart then hid and took his 9mm pistol. He then fired at the SB coming in towards the living room. “He’s got a gun!” one SB soldier warned and all of them took cover. A firefight then ensued. Wolfgang, out of sight, and out of mind, shot his arm. This rendered Reinhart unable to fight, and after getting the incapacitation signal, they stormed the living room and took the target, injured and wincing in pain. “Target secured.” Wolfgang said to his men. “Let’s bring this gnat to the palace.” They carried him and finally opened the front gate, where all their vans were still around. Reinhart was knocked out after a solid hit by one of the butts of an assault rifle. Wolfgang stayed in the house for a bit and checked the second floor. An SB soldier followed him for safety. He entered one of the rooms. There was a neatly arranged room for two people. As Wolfgang entered, he saw his childhood pictures, on a frame, and next to it was Alyssa’s. His escort was surprised. “Isn’t that the Kaiserin, sir?” he asked. “Yes. That’s her, and this is me. Childhood pictures. Is this supposed to be our room if we were forcibly taken?” he asked. His escort looked at the bed and was horrified by what they saw. There were questionable stains on the bed, and the frame also had traces of it. Wolfgang eventually then smelled the horrible and questionable odour emanating in the room. He was not pleased and almost barfed. His escort put on his mask back. “My God, the smell here! There has been questionable business ongoing here!” Wolfgang said, muffled by the mask which had an internal radio system. “I know, Sir… Dear god.” His escort said. “What’s wrong, Commander?” another one asked, through the radio. “Nothing. We’ll be there in a bit,” Wolfgang said. The two got out of the room and down the flight of stairs real fast, and back into the vans outside. As the SB left the compound, they embarked once again in their vans, with the target in tow. Wolfgang shivered as he sat down and the vans roaring back on the road. Alyssa then radioed him. “Wolfgang? How are things?” she asked. “Operation Vengeful Child is a success. Target incapacitated but now we’re currently bringing him to you, Your Royal Highness,” Wolfgang answered. “Good, good… I shall be waiting…” Alyssa said. Puczovska, Itallitopia, Lotion Empire, Western Vapia, and 4 othersVolstokn, Sunaiya, Aleria and tiristan, and British Bayonet |
Utopicican, Just to clarify, I originally made an RP post that I later didn’t like, so I edited it. Apparently I created a new post altogether, and the script from my previous post was then quoted without me knowing. Therefore, I see no need to continue this weird and useless conversation over a mistake. Everyone makes mistakes, just live with it. Lotion Empire, Deerfenland, Govornia, and 5 Kingdoms of Britannia |
"It probably seems absurd to small, unaccomplished nations" Illusia and Neverendia, Lotion Empire, Sarkis, The anarchist far east, and 2 othersXyree, and 5 Kingdoms of Britannia |
Hey, do you want to be in a defensive pact? |
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