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Shadownia

I love how I named my Samsung self "boi".

So now, when Samsung texts me its always like "Hey Boi, Check Out This New Phone."

Alunya and Coprianus

Thessallonnia

*arises to podium*
*speakers and cameras focused on Ryan Thanks*
*NTCP Soldiers March with flags under the Podium*

Thessallonnian Citizens

I gather you here tonight, for justice and for the unity of our people, for to long you have not been heard, the millions of you silenced by the traitors in our very government and media. That ends tonight. The Old Republic and its leaders enter the gates of hell, and we the New Republic. The Republic of the Torchfire enter heaven. A TIME OF PEACE AND PROSPERITY AWAIT US. THE THOUSAND YEAR REPUBLIC HAS BEGUN

*Roman Salute*
Hail Torchfire
*Roman Salute*
Hail Torchfire
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
HAIL TORCHFIRE
HAIL TORCHFIRE

Coprianus

The only way to get a frightening economy is through the practice of 10-minute ad revenue.

Thessallonnia

Alunya

Yugobatania wrote:My god...this was beautiful...
*Cries*

Little does Zavier know the true horrors of the Antarctic...

Perhaps he should come into contact with VADM Anderson?

In due time, my friend, in due time...

>^,,^<
Alunya

German holy roman empire

apparently I'm officially a year old now NS wise lol

Alunya, Territorio di Nessuno, Varola, and Saphshire

The Greater Empire of The Islands of Tonga

German holy roman empire wrote:apparently I'm officially a year old now NS wise lol

oh ok

The imperium of steve

As the camera crews entered the throne room of the Imperator, there was a certain amount of glamour and shine applied to Imperial palace. Instead of the pillars of obsidian there were marble and gold shells put onto the pillars. The Imperator posed with the Vapian diplomat at the foot of the throne, where there was a table set up with both pens and paper. The two men shook hands and the Imperator looked at the treaty, and while signing it said "With the power invested in me by the high council of Palengenisis, I here by bind our alliances to a pact of mutual defense!" The members of the court all drew their swords and yelled "Ave!" as the Imperator signed the document.

Western Vapia

Coprianus

These are the revised guidelines for the "Coprianus" citizenship test:
*Describe the plot-line of Shrek, Shrek 2, and Shrek 3 to the best of your ability
*Know the difference between astronomy and astrology
*True/False: "K-Pop" is the number one cause of brain tumors
*Do not play Fortnite
*Identify the best anime in all of human history as "Finding Nemo" or "Cory in the House"

Thessallonnia

*The Torchfire Republic rises*
*Ryan Thanks is sworn in as President*
*Don Drennon is taken away to prison and will face trial for his crimes*

The screams of the people and Hail Torchfire reech through the country as 1.2 billion citizens raise their arm to the new Republic.

Osiris-rex

someone is offering me a prosposition on discord for some random reason

Coprianus

German holy roman empire wrote:apparently I'm officially a year old now NS wise lol

I want you to be destroyed so that the German Reich will rise from your ashes :P
JK, gotta keep it family-friendly

Coprianus

Osiris-rex wrote:someone is offering me a prosposition on discord for some random reason

What sort of proposition?
Land gains, puppet states...?

Osiris-rex

Coprianus wrote:What sort of proposition?
Land gains, puppet states...?

not sure he/she just offers me a prosposition

Post by Thessallonnia suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.

Thessallonnia

All 80 Members of the Thessallonnian Senate are escorted out of Parliament. They are released of command.

Go Home to your wives and children while you can. Cherish and respect the very fact we spared you.

Coprianus

Post by Thessallonnia suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.

Thessallonnia

Great Victory Tonight RMB. True Conservatism has risen again in Thessallonnia. Our future is bright.

Coprianus

Thessallonnia wrote:Great Victory Tonight RMB. True Conservatism has risen again in Thessallonnia. Our future is bright.

*VIETNAM FLASHBACKS
The future sure is bright!

The Sleepy Orion Beary Way of Spooky Orion Bowshock

Just here to shout:

We are still alive!

The New Barschmeit of Eraver

*Godfire republic established*
*Mike James sworn to President*

My lovely Eraverians

Today, we're reaching to the level of conservatism, just because of the roman salute all around the world, We must end liberalism because Liberalism is mental disorder that have a right to kill the conservative, We must get together with in, and People of the Eraver, unite with Conservatism!

After all these years, The Godfire republic was established, Hail Godfire.

Neo eurasian commonwealth

Thessallonnia wrote:*arises to podium*
*speakers and cameras focused on Ryan Thanks*
*NTCP Soldiers March with flags under the Podium*

Thessallonnian Citizens

I gather you here tonight, for justice and for the unity of our people, for to long you have not been heard, the millions of you silenced by the traitors in our very government and media. That ends tonight. The Old Republic and its leaders enter the gates of hell, and we the New Republic. The Republic of the Torchfire enter heaven. A TIME OF PEACE AND PROSPERITY AWAIT US. THE THOUSAND YEAR REPUBLIC HAS BEGUN

*Roman Salute*
Hail Torchfire
*Roman Salute*
Hail Torchfire
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
HAIL TORCHFIRE
HAIL TORCHFIRE

"My fellow Eurasians.
We shall stand with our Torchfire brothers as we shall bring light to the entirety of Thessallonnia for the Thessallonnian people have been offended and mocked in all in the form of malicious and blasphemous lies in order to demoralize and humilate Torchfire but today the forces of darkness and the treasonable maggots who collaborate with these beasts must, can and will be wiped from the face of the earth. We will crush them, we will smash them, we will stamp them out, these murderous and deceitful scum shall be punished for thier crimes against our Strasserist society.
May death be upon the eternal enemy of the Commonwealth
DEATH TO THE FALSE THESSALLONNIA!!! ALL HAIL EURASIA, THE HOME OF THE MASTER RACE!!!"

*Roman Salute*
All Hail Eurasia, The Home Of The Master Race
*Roman Salute*
All Hail Eurasia, The Home Of The Master Race
*Roman Salute*
HAIL THE COMMONWEALTH
HAIL THE EURASIAN RACE
HAIL STRASSERISM

The crowd applauds Kravchenko's speech and chanting ALL HAIL EURASIA, THE HOME OF THE MASTER RACE and burn non Torchfire flags to show them how angry they are and is followed by a mass execution of communist prisoners by being hanged and shot while being broadcast on live televison

Post by Long nose tribe suppressed by a moderator.

The New Barschmeit of Eraver

The people chanting "HAIL GODFIRE" to the capital of Frauport.

Post by Thessallonnia suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.

Thessallonnia

Neo eurasian commonwealth wrote:"My fellow Eurasians.
We shall stand with our Torchfire brothers as we shall bring light to the entirety of Thessallonnia for the Thessallonnian people have been offended and mocked in all in the form of malicious and blasphemous lies in order to demoralize and humilate Torchfire but today the forces of darkness and the treasonable maggots who collaborate with these beasts must, can and will be wiped from the face of the earth. We will crush them, we will smash them, we will stamp them out, these murderous and deceitful scum shall be punished for thier crimes against our Strasserist society.
May death be upon the eternal enemy of the Commonwealth
DEATH TO THE FALSE THESSALLONNIA!!! ALL HAIL EURASIA, THE HOME OF THE MASTER RACE!!!"

*Roman Salute*
All Hail Eurasia, The Home Of The Master Race
*Roman Salute*
All Hail Eurasia, The Home Of The Master Race
*Roman Salute*
HAIL THE COMMONWEALTH
HAIL THE EURASIAN RACE
HAIL STRASSERISM

The crowd applauds Kravchenko's speech and chanting ALL HAIL EURASIA, THE HOME OF THE MASTER RACE and burn non Torchfire flags to show them how angry they are and is followed by a mass execution of communist prisoners by being hanged and shot while being broadcast on live televison

Aerotheck Salutes
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE

The New Barschmeit of Eraver

Thessallonnia wrote:Aerotheck Salutes
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE
*Roman Salute*
HAIL TORCHFIRE

Glory to Torchfire and Godfire.

*Roman Salute*

Alunya

I much prefer cuddling with kittens to stomping them under boots.

>^,,^<
Alunya

The Cheesy Stuffed Crust Remains of Yugobatania

Thessallonnia wrote:*Don Drennon surrenders*

BAG HIM

Where is the Podium. Line up some speakers. Broadcast this to the whole country. Bring him with me

Continuing off from the events of "The Letter"...
Meanwhile, back in Yugobatania, in the biggest of Yugobatania’s six captital cities, Vielo, in a busy street, lays a small building.

The weather was wet and cold, tears from the heavens showered those below.

Hanging above the door lays a small neon sign, flickering from years of service, which spell out the words “Yugo Private Investigators”.

Better known as YPI, or to the common folk, “Yipee”.

The street was quiet, with only the drops of rain and thunder heard, but the sounds of outside never pierced the ears of one inside.

Enter, Harvey “Harv” Manning, 31 years of age, and still looking as young as his twenties.

Leaning back upon his recliner, he was reading a letter handed to him by his secretary a few hours before.

It was taking him quite a while to read it. His mind was elsewhere, in places he swore he would forget.

"Lemme get this straight i am investigating a murder case that was carried out by the Thessallonnian Mafia and i suggest that they were responsible for his assassination but i need you to help me solve this case"

The Thessallonian Mafia. Harvey went far back with them. All just because he took too long to deliver some money from a prostitute.

He later found her mutilated body scattered the hotel room they slept in, as well as a little note demanding for the money.

Which he never delivered.

And they’ve put insurmountable bounties on his head ever since.

All that for some sex, drugs, and rock and roll.

And so ever since, he’s hid in this hellhole, in the slums of Yugobatania.

He liked the country, but the people who ran it were complete imbeciles.

Harv placed his burnt out cigarette back in the ashtray.

It was time to get to work. He began writing a letter to whoever that poor chap was that sent the letter.

You’re in for much more than you can bargain for. I don’t work cheap. 30,000 and we’ll call it a deal. That, or I’ll just let the Mafia deal with you. Your choice.

Signed, Harvey Manning

Harv sort of felt bad. But these were the Thessallonnians he was dealing with. Such an organization within his empty heart demanded a steep price.

He called over his secretary.

She entered the room.

Vivian “Viv” Rosenlee, 29. A femme fatale in the eyes of many, but only Harv knew where she came from. She was the only person who was willing enough to come here.

But really, he hired her to protect her from the people who wanted very badly to kill her.

And right now was not the time to discuss such a manner.

“Viv, I need you to send this letter to the people who sent me that letter,” he said. “We’re dealing with the Thessallonnians here.”

Viv pauses for a bit. He tapped a part within her that wanted to be forgotten, but now it crawled its way up from that dark pit.

“I’ll...I’ll see what I can do,” she replied, a faint shakiness in her voice. “I know some people.”

She took the letter from his hands. But he didn’t let go.

“Be careful, all right?”

“Harv, I’ve had worse.”

He let go of the letter, and she left us office.

That was a lie.

He turned his chair around, and stared out the window, a newly lit cigarette in hand.

And still the heavens cried.

Read dispatch

Harv finally arrived in Thessallonnia.

And the first thing he saw were tourists being ganged up together. Beaten. Raped. Murdered. A large group of them were being rounded up by one man and what seemed to be his goons, all teenagers. They were heavily armed, and were chanting something about a "Torchfire".

Harv quickly ran to the nearest bathroom, grabbing a newspaper along with him. Hopefully no one would see him.

He was able to run through all the chaos to a restroom, where he immediately hid in a stall. Sitting on the toilet, he opened up the newspaper and began reading.

Thessallonnia has fallen. People were taking to the streets, and the police were enabled useless.

He reached into his suitcase that he brought along, pulling out his trusty .44 Special. Thankfully the Yugobatanian TSA was terrible at searching luggages, as he was able to sneak the gun onboard.

They should probably invest more into that. Don't need any more shootings than there are guns.

He did his business, and exited the stall. Peering out the door, he saw the radical talking on a payphone, his goons keeping watch of the tourists, who were lying on their knees, heads down. From what Harv could understand, the radical was demanding a ransom from the authorities in exchange for the tourists' lives.

Which Harv knew was a lie. From his years of experience, whenever a criminal mentioned his hostages lives, it was always a lie.

Elsewhere among the airport, Thessallonnian police and Torchfire radicalists were brawling out, with innocents caught in the crossfire. The echoes of gunfire and screaming were throughout.

Harv had to do something.

Though, he could just let them die.

They were of no use to him anyways. But within every man, woman, and child, there was always a small tinge of light within the dark.

"Boy, the North Pacific really has gone to crap," Harv said, as he lit a cigar. He loaded his revolver.

Harv burst out the door. Before anyone made a move, Harv shot one of the goons, blood splattering anyone unfortunate to be behind him. Immediately, he ducked behind a reception desk, as they began firing at him. The all-too-familiar whizzing sound of bullets flew just right above his head.

When they stopped to reload, Harv peered out, killing two of the goons, their brains turning into mush. He ducked behind the desk again.

He heard the radical yell at his men to go and stop the intruder.

And one by one, they fell.

Until there was only the radical left.

Harv at this point had used up all of his ammunition, and was behind a pillar. He instinctively grabbed out a cigarette and his lighter - the only thing that could calm him down in this stressful situation. It flew out of his hand, as a bullet whizzed by.

"Hey! That was my last one!" he yelled behind the pillar.

"You! You bastard!" the radical said in a thick Thessallonian accent. Harv peered out. The radical was also hiding, this time behind another reception desk. "Don't you see what's happening?"

"Well, what the hell is happening, pal?"

"Torchfire has begun. We will take back our country from the men who call themselves our leaders. You cannot stop the revolution," the radical said. He began walking forwards towards Harv. "All hail Torchfire!"

The radical began maniacally shooting his pistol, creating bulletholes within the pillar. Thankfully it was too thick for them to come through. Harv looked at his gun, and then looked around. He spotted an umbrella by his feet. Harv grasped the umbrella quickly.

"Give up already! It's no use! You don't understand what -"

His words were cut off, as Harv stuck out from the pillar. The umbrella was jammed into his mouth, the sharp wooden spike piercing the rear of his neck. The radical staggered backwards, dropping his gun. He died on the spot.

"Damn teenagers," Harv said, as he walked over to the tourists. "It's safe now."

He pointed towards a fire door he spotted earlier. "You can escape there. Don't let me save your arses again."

"Thank you, very much", one tourist said, as she quickly grabbed her kids as they ran towards the fire door. The others followed suit. An elderly tourist grabbed Harv on the shoulder.

"I used to live here you know. And funny thing was that I was a part of the Thessallonian mafia."

Harv pulled the umbrella out from the teen's dead body, and pointed it at his face.

"You are huh? I've been looking for you guys."

"Well," he said, as he moved the blood-covered umbrella away, "I'm retired. Gunrunning just got too much for me. Especially for my poor back. But when those kids mentioned Torchfire, it reminded me of something."

"And what is that, exactly?"

"Back in the 30's when you could order a milkshake for just a dime, the Thessallonian mafia controlled most of the streets. All run by the infamous Eddy Santos, also known as -"

"'Bigs', yeah I read about him."

"Well, I worked under Bigs back in the day. We thought up a of heist once. We would steal some gold, grab the goods, and get us the hell out of here. And we would blow up a bridge within Thessallonnia to stop the police in the process, and to make our getaway. That was when I started to realize how sick the man really was. I backed out, and thankfully he was arrested soon after."

"And?"

"Torchfire was the name of the operation. And I think that Bigs' last remnant of his bloodline is behind all of this. Michael Ox."

"Michael Ox? The Michael Ox? As in 'Romeo and Juliet' Michael Ox?"

Michael Ox. A famous actor, who stared in a 1967 adaption of "Romeo and Juliet", jumpstarting his career. Who knew that he was related to Eddy Grant?

"Yeah, from that movie. He still has ties to the mafia, you know. It may have lost its strength, but deep in the underground, it is a strong organization."

"Well, thanks for your help, Mr..."

"Langley. Rick Langley."

"Rick. Thanks."

"If you ever need me, find me back home in Yugobatania."

"Funny thing is that I live there."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yep."

"Well, what a coincidence that is, huh?"

"Indeed."

They departed, but before Rick went through the fire escape, he called to Harv, who was about to leave the airport.

"What's your name?" Rick yelled out.

"Harvey Manning!" Harv yelled back. He waved goodbye at Rick, and left, out unto the streets.

As Rick walked down the fire escape, something kept tugging at the back of his head.

"Harvey Manning...Harvey Manning...where have I head that name before?"

Only later would Rick remember. And soon it would be too late.

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