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The Greater Empire of The Islands of Tonga ok then |
After a long journey through Lotion Empire’s Hendel Canal, the East Supple Lundian grand armada finally met up with the Irminonian fleet off the coast of Aldion. There, the gargantuan fleet, filled with sh- Meanwhile, the ships that did complete the journey, mostly some corvettes, frigates, destroyers and a few older cruiser’s linked up with the Irminonian navy, nonetheless ready for a fight! Territorio di Nessuno, Great Solordia, Confederation of Independent Colonies, Hardonius, and 4 othersMzeusia, Atheenos, Irminonia, and Estantia |
You might want to ask Zazumo. I don't know why, but I'm sure he knows about it. *Sips gasoline* Zazumo, Territorio di Nessuno, Hardonius, Mzeusia, and 2 othersLorigia, and Yandere nation |
yay we sahll bond like we always do Territorio di Nessuno and Lorigia |
Since you didn't request help, at all from us? Hardonius, Tanabon, and Lorigia |
The door opened. Sirakles looked up, grinned and stood up from behind his desk, walking around to shake the man's hand. "Good afternoon Neil, what can I do for you?" he asked, gesturing to a seat as he to sat down. Neil Imronis followed his lead, letting out a sigh as the chair bore his weight. He leaned forward, looking hard at the man in front of him. "Mr Tylosis, I'm going to cut to the chase. We don't have much time." Sirakles nodded, sensing the gravity of the situation. "Go ahead." "We, those in the party that is, would like you to run for Telumas." he said, expressionless. "Are you sure?" Sirakles said after a moment. "I won't lie to you, the National Mzeusian Party have a few heavy-weights going for them." Sirakles's jaw tensed as he thought. "The late announcement of my candidacy wouldn't help matters either." "That's right." the man gave him a sympathetic look. "If I'm being honest, the people we have running don't have what you do. Harlow can beat the rest of the competition, but these are tough times and the nationalists have a lot of support. Pitting Harlow against any of them," Neil waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "They'll slaughter him." "But I've got the magic touch?" Sirakles asked, reached back to his desk for a mug of Mzeusian tea. "You're young, full of energy, well-known and with a good political background behind you. I don't know if you can beat Limedes or Fyonis when it comes down to it, but we both know the people we have now don't even stand a chance." Sirakles nodded. "Yeah, you're probably right about that." "So will you do it?" Neil said, the hope in his voice a painful reminder of just how difficult this election would be. "You must have that political ambition right?" "Being Telumas might not be so bad but I'm not sure." "Don't be silly Sirakles. You're in the best position you could want. Your approval ratings are doing well, you're the people's man, and you have great ideas. Is there another person who has what you have?" "Not in our party." "Exactly." Neil said, reaching over and clapping Sirakles on the back. "We can't win without you. The Nationals are making us look like clowns right now." Sirakles took a deep breath. Unsuccessful campaigns could be quite damaging to a career, and it was true that the National Party had some very competent people running for Telumas. "Who would be my main national challenger? Fyonis right?" "Yeah, Fyonis is doing the best right now." Sirakes smiled. He hadn't been very impressed with what he had seen of the man during his political career. "I can beat him." "So you'll run?" "I'll do it." Sirakles smiled, taking a sip of his Mzeusian tea. Territorio di Nessuno, Hardonius, and Lorigia |
We added 4 new articles like Article 5, 6, 7 and 8. |
Hardonius, Lorigia, and Estantia |
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As Tommatito said, I'm not really the normal one. I know right? Yeah Noooooowtf Lotion Empire, Lorigia, and Yandere nation |
The Port-au-Prince Wall: Part I Mr. Jacques stares at the wall in his room. Sleep took over him, but he knew that he had to stay awake. Construction of the new wall was commenced. The Port-au-Prince wall, which would separate the Holy Caribbean State from the Afro Caribbean Republic of Deerfenland, was rumored to be a task that could ease the tensions. The battle for Haiti went between the two countries. The ACR claimed Port-au-Prince was their’s while the Holy Caribbean State claimed that it was their’s. The sleep-like trance and state took over Mr. Jacques. He was the newly-elected leader of the HCS. With that capital of Santo Domingo, the state tried to capture Port-au-Prince, but no success was captured. In fact, Deerfenland’s troops were put in place and a kill-on-sight policy was in effect. The United States of America repeatedly warned the Afro Caribbean Republic not to shoot, but the ACR ignored. It came to an extent to where a summit between President Trump, Big Shaq of the ACR, and President Jacques met in Bismarck, North Dakota. That didn’t seem to help in any way. It didn’t seem like any diplomatic strategy was working. In New York, the United Nations meeting in general issues was in effect. Mr. Jacques made an attempt to talk to the Deerfenese leader. This came to no solution. It sparked an argument. It took Chinese Chairman, Xijing Ping, to stop the argument. Now, with the tensions at a full peak, there is only one option. That is to build a wall around Port-au-Prince. — The Next Morning, Jacmel Mr. Jacques woke up. He panicked that he had to fall asleep for this. He had to catch the earliest flight he could to get to Port-au-Prince. Tiredness was all over his face, but he boarded Caribbean Air. The seat he found was fancy for a 3-hour flight. When the safety video came on, he was cautious. He watched with nerves. That was a tendency that he would have. When the plane took off, he held his seat’s handle near the edges. The plane went up, and soon, it was at 10,000 feet in altitude. The flight attendant went to collect food and drink orders. “Dumplings and chicken please.” He ordered for his food. The flight attendant nodded. He went back to reading the book that his niece had got for him for his birthday, “Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl”. He found the book quite intriguing. However, he felt sad that a 15-year-old couldn’t see the outside for years before being betrayed. The plane touched down in Port-au-Prince and he made his way to the meeting hall. The meeting hall was ready with the Deerfenese delegation. The Afro Caribbean Republic sent soldiers as well to keep President Big Shaq safe. As did the Holy Caribbean State. They sent 25 soldiers to keep the delegation safe. Mr. Jacques entered the hall and shook the hand of Big Shaq. “How are you doing today?” Jacques asked with politeness in his tone. Big Shaq looked at him with an eye. “I’m good, fam.” He said with suspicion. Mr. Jacques presented a piece of paper with the words, “Treaty of Port-au-Prince”. It said that they would split the city in half. Big Shaq nodded. They shook hands. Building had been commenced. Lorigia, Deerfenland, Tommatito, and Estantia |
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Seriously, who is downvoting this? A flat earther probably. The Earth is round. Like/upvote if you agree. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ |
Whatever you want to do. |
The Lotionese Empire of Lotion Empire The earth is a AK-47 East supple lund, Tommatito, United north american, The Islands of Tonga, and 2 othersEstantia, and Holy caribbean state |