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Territorio di Nessuno, Ethnon, and New francois

The EPU member state of The Soviet States of Europe

Minuda wrote:SR:RP

“Hah-hah-hah-hah”

A man put his hand on the side of a brick wall whilst panting, a large spotlight shining right on him.

“I… Hah… Made it.”

The sounds of footsteps could be heard followed closely by guns being cocked

“Hands in the air! Now!”

The man slowly stopped leaning against the wall and put his hands in the air.

“I’m… I’m on your side… I have information… hah… that you guys might need.”

One of the soldiers approached the man, and placed a plastic restraint on his hands, which were now firm behind his back.

“Command this is Ground, we have an unidentified fugitive here, claims he has information.”

The soldier spoke into his radio, in which a static-y voice replied, requesting that he be brought in for questioning.

“At last-” the man spoke to himself “-freedom.”

The man then collapsed on the ground, with his exhaustion seemingly catching up to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

4 Hours Ago

“Alright, you got all that?”

“I… Yeah.”

“Good, make sure to give it to the acting head officer at this station. He’s on the other side of the complex, alright?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Mikael”

“Good”

A door was shut, leaving a singular person to mull over what had just happened.

”He just arrived here 3 days ago and now he’s relocating even deeper into Metalvia, yet the war will be ending soon? What is this b*llsh*t? The media has been restricted to hell and back, the poor are being dragged from their homes to fight. The economy is collapsing, the people are complaining about food. And here I am, to deliver a notice from the conspirator to this entire d*mn war!”

A spokesman by the name of George Carton thought to himself as he paced in his small office.

”As if I even wanted this to happen. I can’t sit by here as the speaker of the people while the very same people I serve are obviously being sent to die in a war most of us don’t even support!

“Gaggh!”

George slammed his fist on the desk he was just sitting at while Mikhael was in his office.

“F*ck the Greens, them and their dirty little tricks. Why do I need to be the one that affiliates with the very d*mn leader of them!?! They’ll hang me for being a conspirator!”

”Wait…”

George stopped pacing as he took a moment to consider what he just said aloud.

”I’ll be killed for being a collaborator to the Greens? Hell no! I’m gonna be killed right here for openly stating that I’m a defector!

George turned his head to face the small half orb that was lowered from the corner of his room. He knew full well that that camera was probably live.

“I uhh… I need to just deliver this envelope to the manager here… Right?”

George picked up the envelope that was on his desk, it was unmarked, presumably to make it seem ambiguous.

“Right… I’ll just get going then.”

George opened the door and began walking to his right, he observed several people discussing with each other in the hallways, the green rug that lined the wooden floor having become unkempt as they could no longer afford a Janitor due to the war. He took another right at the end of the hall, and exited the building through it’s glass doors, nodding to the receptionist who sat half-attentively at the front desk.

Outside, he could see a convoy of sorts exiting through a gate on the far side of the complex, seemingly of high importance.

As George began walking along the sidewalk to make his way over to the other side of the complex, he noticed several journalists being cuffed by Metalvian police. George immediately recognized them, he had worked with them before the war, he had been one of their “insiders” to provide accurate and unbiased information to the public.

“Shame to see them gone.” He thought to himself as he continued walking.

“It feels like everyday more and more of the media gets brought down for simply telling what they believe in. I can reason with misinformation… But this? These people are going to far to protect their image.”

”They take away our rights, they conscript our people, they arrest the media for speaking openly, what next? What will it take to end all of this madness…?”

George stopped walking as he reached the large glass doors of the other side of the Complex. Mere feet away from walking in.

“Huh… what would it take…?”

He looked at the envelope in his hand

“I could… No, I’ll look at it first but that’s it. If it’s nothing important, then I’ll pass it over.”

Opening the door, George walked in and immediately went for the male restroom, taking a seat in a stall, he gently pulled down on the string that held the envelope closed, and pulled it over the button, opening up the envelope.

George gently then removed the document inside and folded it up, taking care to remember how it was folded and how it went in.

“Just a look… Oh, This is…?”

George immediately recognized what the envelope said. It was directions, and a location.

“Is Mikhael moving deeper into Metalvia? Hmm… If this is where we are, and that is where he’s going… Then this giant dashed line…”

George stopped as he immediately came to realize what was being shown.

“The Mindians are already this close?”

No less then what appeared to be 70km from where George was at, was a portion of line that showed the frontlines to the war

“My god… No wonder they’ve been conscripting so many people, we’re being overrun!”

George raised his voice a bit before quickly quieting himself.

“Well then… hmm. To end the war?”

George once again thought about what he had said while he neatly refolded the document and placed it back into the envelope, gently moving the string back underneath the button, holding the envelope shut.

Leaving the restroom, he came out the way he came in, and immediately belined for his car.

“If I get this to the Minudians, then I’d be called a hero, the people here will be safe, I will be safe.This is what I need to do.”

Filled with determination, he unlocked his car and hurriedly started the engine, and made his way over to the gate.

At the post, a security officer looked at him before bluntly saying:

“Sorry, got new orders. Nobody is to leave this place until closing time.”

George was immediately stunned, but he was determined to get out

“I was given orders from Mikhael to deliver this to the marshall here, he’s out in town so I need to go.”

“Did he? Well I didn’t see him leave.”

George took a moment to consider how to respond.

“He probably left before your shift.”

“... Yeah, you’re probably right, be quick about it though. I don’t want this coming off of my payroll.”

The gate began to open up

“Thanks, I will”

The guard gave a small nod as George took off down the road to head into town. From there, he went to a single Gas station to refill, and bought some of the few drinks and snacks they had left before moving on. George continued moving out of town, following his mind map to where the presumed frontlines were. Along the way the sight of the occasional military truck or column became ever more apparent, occasionally one would stop him to tell him to head back. In which his single response was: “I have to head home to grab something important of mine, I’ll be in and out of here.” Most commanders bought the argument, or just didn’t have the time to care. Eventually, he reached a point where there were still military forces active in the roads ahead, and he was forced to park his car on the side and make the rest of the trip on foot.

George continued his journey, making stops every now and then to eat a snack or have a drink, or to simply hide from a patrol that was lurking around in the forests. This continued well into the night when he finally reached the frontlines. On one side of a massive field there were the Metalvians, weak in numbers and mostly lying prone on the ground, staring at the other side with their rifles raised. On the other side, there were the Minudians. With makeshift observatory towers with large spotlights zooming around, a small set of partially damaged brick structures lay surrounded by sandbags and presumably soldiers. As George sat and watched as a Metalvian took a shot at the spotlight, within seconds a machine gun positioned behind a window opened up on where the rifle had fired from.

“I made it… Just gotta get across now.”

“Hey! Did somebody talk over there?”

“Oh sh*t!”

George looked to his right to see a soldier begin walking towards him from behind the tree line.

“Not now!”

George began sprinting towards the other side, much to the dismay of the Metalvians. One of which took a shot at him from the ground, landing a bullet in his calf.

“GAGH!”

George screamed as he began to limp run towards the Minudian side.

Having seen a second shot, the spotlight moved over to that region, seeing George almost immediately. The MG then began firing directly towards his left, seemingly to suppress the Metalvian soldiers that were trying to stop an apparent deserter.

Other Metalvian forces soon began taking pot shots at George as well, every time they were greeted with more machine gun fire, causing them to fall back before they were hit.

“I’ve gotta make it!”

George began screaming at himself to make it as he continued running with a bullet in his leg. At last after a minute of a staggered sprint he managed to make it behind the first set of buildings. With his hand on the side of a wall and a spotlight right on him. He finally felt accomplished as soldiers began running towards him…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

5 Hours Later

George woke up in what could be described as a hospital bed, with his leg lifted up into the air, a dull pain coming from it. On his left was an IV bag, plugged into his arm. On his right he observed a military doctor overlooking the entire room.

“Ahh, you’re awake. I wouldn’t recommend moving. That bullet had hit your tibial, you’ve lost alot of blood. For once I’m glad that people wore pants in this hot weather, your jeans saved your life.”

Still in a somewhat dazed state, George responded with a simple nod.

“It’s a miracle you were even able to push yourself to such limits, people usually don’t sprint across a 100 meter field with a bullet in their calf and live to tell the tale.”

“Mmm.”

“Well, now that you’re up I need to inform the commanding officer, he has some words for you regarding some sort of “package” you brought here.”

“Okay”

George watched as the medic left the room. No less than a minute later he returned with the commanding officer.

“Right, civilian, what’s your name?”

“My… name?”

“George… George Carton.”

“You have a rank?”

“No… I’m a… spokesperson for the town of Roddey.”

“How did you get this envelope?”

“I was given it by… Ryan Mikhael, he wanted me to deliver the message to the Marshall as he left the Compound I was stationed at.”

“Ryan Mikhael…? No, why did he give you of all people the envelope?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Staff Sergeant?”

The Commanding Officer looked at the Medic, who replied with:

“Given his current state, he is likely in no condition to be answering these questions, nevertheless with a lie. And I doubt the Metalvians would shoot a spy. A spy that ran through the frontlines no less.”

“I see.”

The commander looked back at George.

“What you have given us is a document pertaining to the details of a major meeting of Government heads, including the travel route of a previously unidentified figure. I’m assuming he would be Ryan Mikael?”

“I… think.”

“If this data is in fact reliable, then we will need to act on this at once. I’m going to report to field command what this civ here has said. Keep watch over him for me.”

“Copy that.”

The Commanding Officer stepped out of the room to presumably talk to whoever is in charge. Leaving the Medic and George alone with a few sleeping wounded.

“If what you have provided is in fact true, I’m sure you could land up in a history book somewhere. It’s an amazing feat to come across something like this. Once a lifetime perhaps. I’m just glad you picked the right side… Even if it costed you a bullet in your leg.”

George chuckled at that before slipping once again into a deep sleep.

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3 Hours later

The soft hum of a jet could be heard as it’s engines began to turn on, easily overshadowed by the 4 engines of the bomber lined up just behind it. Crickets could be heard chirping in the dead of night. Inside an open hangar, a singular light was shown over a map with orders, a single commander and at least five different pilots could be seen in chairs, surrounding the map.

“‘Cauldron-1’, you are to escort the HB1 ‘Queensdong’ to target ‘A’, and then ensure that payload has destroyed the designated target. If intel given is correct Notable wanted figures behind the revolution like ‘Eric Samwell’ will be killed in one swoop, we already have a helicopter convoy bound for Ryan Mikael’s position so we should have plenty of intel to work with. Cutting corners, if you will.”

The commander informed the rest of the crew what their objective was to be.

“‘Queensdong’, you are to use the Mk3 Devastator shells to open up wide enough holes in the building to effectively eliminate all cover, line up for a second shot on return and use NAG-02 Shells for guaranteed termination. ‘Cauldron-1’ will then confirm, and eliminate, any survivors that are out of the complex.”

“Sir yes sir!”

The pilots all said in unison as the commander clapped twice, indicating show time.

The Fighter pilot scrambled into his plane as he closed the cockpit and began plugging in the controls all the while turning down the runway. The other 5 pilots made their way into the bomber from the cargo bay and got settled down, turning on the runway just a minute after the fighter did.

A singular man with two light sticks began waving the plane down the runway, indicating an allclear. The jet took off, and the bomber followed soon with it.

Once both were in the sky, they veered to the left and began heading straight towards the target destination...

Almost 150 kilometers away, two choppers were veering their way through tightly knit mountains, on them was a router path that sat just underneath them. On the dashboard was an indication that their target was 3 black armored Vans that should at this point be less than 50 kilometers from a secluded hideout. In the front was a Minudian Tarzon, a dedicated attack helicopter, behind them was a Recon Chopper, containing the various sensor equipment that was being used to keep track of the road and lifeforms. It also held a squad of 6 men, the likes of which were spec ops soldiers, intended on capturing a presumed VIP within the convoy.

“Tabletop, this is Spyglass, got 3 vehicles coming up, left side. How copy, over?”

“Copy. Target?”

“Unknown.”

“Copy.”

The Tarzon began to swerve a bit to the right, prepared to make a strafe if the vehicles on their left were the confirmed targets.

“Infrared shows multiple figures in the forward and back vehicles, middle vehicle has one person. Vehicle size matches that of intel given.”

“Copy that, preparing for potential sortie.”

As the two choppers neared the edge of their segment the Tarzon rotated itself sideways as it strafed forward. Almost immediately, the chopper recognize the convoy to be the description matching the one given, and fired a singular rocket right in front of the lead vehicle.

“Strafe shot out… Convoy has halted… Multiple figures exiting the convoy. Opening up MG fire.”

The Tarzon began firing it’s 40mm into the vehicles as it moved forward, the recon chopper decided to fly hold just behind the curve in order to avoid being hit.

As the men got out they were just as quickly gunned down. Several of them having pistols and machine guns in hand, however nobody had stepped out from the center vehicle. Within mere moments everybody that had tried to flee had either a bullet in them or was dropped on the ground in fear of being shot.

“Middle vehicle not engaged, all targets are down on the ground, send team in to confirm casualties and determine status of VIP, over.”

“Copy that, over.”

The recon chopper moved out from behind the mountain and rested itself just behind the convoy, both doors opened up and 6 wires dropped down. At once all 6 soldiers made their descent to the ground. Once down they began cautiously making their way over to the center convoy, making sure to check any bodies along the way.

The first spec ops soldier to arrive came to the right side and stared directly into the window. Seeing nothing, he waited for another two spec ops soldiers to make their way to either side of the front seats before opening the door. For a split second, he noticed strange markings running all along the person, along with a sickly smell, somewhat sweet but also rotten. Then he noticed the singular red flash that came from the body.

“IED-”

No sooner had he called out the IED had the entire car erupted into an explosion, sending the three spec ops soldiers flying. One of them hit the wall, being knocked unconscious. The other two slammed into the railing separating the road from the plummet to death. Almost immediately all three of them tried to get up, but with serious injuries they were instead safely carried back into the Recon chopper, which had begun to land due to the explosion.

“Middle convoy detonated, abort mission?”

“Negative, spec ops checks front convoy then abort mission.”

“Over.”

The pilot from the Recon chopper informed the remaining 3 Spec ops that they had to clear the forward convoy.

The other two soldiers on the left side took notice of the singular body on the left side of the convoy, face down and a pool of what was assumed to be blood beside it. The one soldier still left on the right continued checking the bodies.

Cautiously, the soldier flipped over the body, revealing it to be none other than Ryan Mikael.

“Target found. Checking for pulse.”

The spec ops soldier placed his hand firmly against the neck and applied pressure.

“Has a pulse! Has a pulse! VIP is alive. Restraining and bringing back to ch-”

“GAARHH!”

As the spec ops soldier was grabbing out some retraining wires Ryan sprung to life and began wrestling with the soldier, attempting to grab the gun.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!”

The other soldier behind him immediately dragged Ryan off of the soldier by the neck, and began a stranglehold of his neck while the other soldier quickly recovered and positioned himself in front of Ryan, forcefully removing his hands from the soldier’s arm and placing it behind his back, wrapping it in a singular handcuff, and then moving to the other side, and restraining that to the other side of the hand cuff. Once done, they released Ryan down and picked him up, having become dead weight due to being defeated. They hauled him back to the chopper, the last soldier returning from checking the bodies, now pointing a gun at Ryan.

“VIP extracted, bring him into the chopper and let’s get the hell back to HQ, over.”

“Read you loud and clear. Tabletop heading back to base.”

The Tarzon veered back towards their HQ, and began flying off as the spec ops soldiers loaded themselves and the VIP into the copper, closing the doors and taking off.

As the two choppers headed back to base, the fun had only just begun for the fighter jet and bomber.

“Target locked, approaching for the first run.”

“Got it, let me know if you need a missile or two fired at any of those exterior targets I see.”

“Could you fire two of them? One for that small building on the right and the other near the gate.”

“Got that loud and clear.”

The pilot in Cauldron-1 began punching in directions into the targeting machine. And highlights began to light up. The fighter selected the two he was referring to, and two missiles detached and launched. The small building on the right was punctured but not really destroyed. The gate on the left however had completely collapsed. With parts of the surrounding wall and gate having fallen over, turning the entire area into a haven of debris. People on the ground could be seen flooding out of the doors. Just in time for-

“Dropping the first set of bombs. 1… 2… 3… 4… Done.”

The large mk3 Devastator bombs began rapidly descending towards the buildings. Once they touched a deep sounding explosion went off, tearing a large crater into the side of the building, then 3 times more running vertically up the building. Anybody that was outside at that point had been blasted to the ground at the very least, stopping any further actions. The jet made it’s way around first. Confirming that everybody on the ground right now was still inside the building’s ground. After doing such the allclear was given to the Queensdong as the jet began orbiting the compound, keeping watch for any movement.

“Second run initiated. Dropping Nag-2 rounds… 1.. 2, Done.”

Dropping only 2 shells, the bomber flew back the way it had come, within moments a toxic green cloud could be observed seeping across the entire building. Sealing the fate of anybody inside it permanently. The two planes began to head back to the strip, chatting with each other as if it were a normal day…

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two Days Later

Ryan sits flat on the ground, legs bending behind him, hands tied, and a bag over his head. Spotlights turn on to shine down on him as he rests, his clothes weat from either the heat, stress, or whatever else the Minudians have done. A man in traditional executioner garb walks into the stage, with several cameras zooming in on him. He pulls off the mask, revealing the sweaty and beaten face of Ryan Mikael. The audience that was observing the stage gasped in shock. From the other side of the stage, Alex Karpo; the prime minister of Minuda, walks in.

“Ryan Mikael, need I only ask this once and only once here. You are in front of 1k people today, with several million observing you on cameras. This is your one and only chance to uphold any sort of image, any sort of credibility. We have asked you again and again and again. This is the last time we will say this…

Ryan, you are hereby charged on account of crimes against humanity, violation of human rights, conspiracy against the Government, manipulation of public official, inciting of rebellion, conspiracy against the crown, coordination and cooperation with terrorist and insurgency groups, evading arrest, attempted assault, and stealing Government documents. How do you plead?”

Ryan Mikael struggled to formulate words, large swelling having covered up his mouth, and a presumed lack of sleeping taking a severe toll on his mental health.

“Not… guilty…”

“Ryan, we have collected and formulated a 500 page document detailing each and every crime you have committed this past month, as well as accounts for each time you have done it. We will share it here if you do not comply.”

“Then I-”

“Silence, I told you at the beginning, we were only going to ask once. You have locked your statement in place.”

“Wait… No! I-”

“Silence!”

Filled with rage, Alex demanded that Ryan cease talking, he complied immediately.

“You… have brought so much stress into my life, into the lives of everybody here! The lives of the fallen! The lives of your own followers! You lead them to their own demise! And you DARE defend yourself as innocent!?!”

“What even is the point…”

“Hmm?”

“You know what happens, Alex… I’ve gotten no sleep, the sentence was already made… You’re doing this for your own self-gloat.”

“Excuse me? I am doing this for the benefit of the entire nation. Not for your own convenience. The people who have died, their families and loved ones. They deserve this. Not you.”

“I just want it to end…”

“You will have your wish… When they have had theirs.”

“Now, Ladies and Gentlemen. As you may have overheard. Ryan’s punishment has already been set in stone; however! We believe it to be your choice that matters. The legality may be done. But it is the voice of the people here that should matter! As we transition into the final stages of war, it is imperative that we capture the majority of your feelings here and now. To ensure the best moving forward. As such, we are willing to let Ryan go.”

Alex briefly paused.

“But ONLY if the majority of you all believe that everything he has done, is not worthy of death.

Well, citizens?”

Seemingly at once, everybody’s phone began to buzz, an EMS was sent out from the Government, it simply read:

“Guilty, or innocent”

As the people began responding, a pie chart showing the two sides popped up, it was majority sided towards guilty, with 72% of people in favor of his death. The remaining were the silent supporters or those that didn’t believe in the penalty of death.

The votes kept shifting around the same spot, which continued for five minutes until it was paused.

“Very well… You have all spoken. Ryan Mikael… Is to die.”

“Oh no…”

“And as such!”

“On no oh no oh no…”

A portion of the floor began to raise right in front of where Ryan was currently sitting.

“Here we will deliver justice!”

“You can’t! Not in front of the kids! The children!”

“What do you think will satisfy these kids more? Seeing themselves the man that had their loved ones killed die before their very eyes? Or your puny respect for children while the poor and hopeless die from a war you helped start?”

“This isn’t about war!”

“SILENCE!”

Ryan was grabbed and placed firmly on the board. A latch placed firmly above his neck, locking him in place.

“No! Not like this! Anything but this!”

“For the crimes we have asked you to plead your guilt to for days on end. For denying all of the horrors that you helped to create. For everything wrong that you, and you alone have caused…”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“I sentence you, on behalf of everyone of Minuda…”

“No…”

“To death.”

SWOOP…

Clink…

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The Aftermath

“Greetings today, this is Molly Neal from MNN. We’re here today with our weekly report on the war front.

Major updates have come after the recent rumors of the Metalvian chain of command being summarily bombed today. Having been given a higher believability than ever, due to the recent public execution of wanted war criminal and political activist; Ryan Mikael, was shown being executed live on public television. In the south and west the advance of the Magardom and Kluk-Ti armies, in coordination with Minuda, have reached their end goals and have wrapped up operations in their end of the theatre, with all pockets having surrendered at this point. In the east, the original bulge has been completely demolished, with an estimated 250k Metalvian casualties and over 50k more taking as prisoners. The original guarding flanks have been overrun as Metalvian generals called for a retreat in order to prevent being flanked. Fighting in the region has been generally moving west. As Metalvian forces struggle to halt the Minudian approach without getting encircled, the likes of which has already affected most forces. In the North, the presumably retreating Metalvian Northern Army has been intercepted by Montarcian Expeditionary forces, the likes of which have started a large skirmish in the mountain passes of Uraldt. The capital of Metalvia, Grundia, has been given an ultimatum to surrender by Minudian General Kavlo Witwickey. The likes of which has pressed considerable pressure on the still standing Metalvian garrison, which was severely weakened by rebellions in the surrounding towns and protests within the capital itself.

Speaking of rebellions. Central Metalvia has gone dark in Minudian intelligence as it would seem that several different towns and organizations have vouched to declare independence from Metalvia itself, throwing the general region into anarchy. Official statements from the Minudian army seem to indicate that the region will be much more easily pacified, with resistance broken down to the local level and most people generally revolting over issues of food, which can be easily solved once the Minudian army re-occupies the region. Next we move into-”

Beep!

A singular remote is placed down on a wooden table as the TV was turned off. A chair began creaking as the person within it groaned.

“So? It’s almost over then?”

“...”

“I was wondering when they were going to finally finish this idiotic war.”

“...”

“Well. With this whole debacle ending… Guess it’s time for me to get to work right?”

“...”

“You’re helping to, right?”

“...right.”

“Good, with us in charge, I’m sure this will all be over soon… Good acting, by the way. Really made your point known.”

“...”

“Not even a thanks?”

“...Thanks.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, you and I need to have a little chat.”

Stay tuned for the final post… The Last Bastions

did u just do an execution on tv?

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Railroad crossing

Minuda wrote:SR:RP

“Hah-hah-hah-hah”

A man put his hand on the side of a brick wall whilst panting, a large spotlight shining right on him.

“I… Hah… Made it.”

The sounds of footsteps could be heard followed closely by guns being cocked

“Hands in the air! Now!”

The man slowly stopped leaning against the wall and put his hands in the air.

“I’m… I’m on your side… I have information… hah… that you guys might need.”

One of the soldiers approached the man, and placed a plastic restraint on his hands, which were now firm behind his back.

“Command this is Ground, we have an unidentified fugitive here, claims he has information.”

The soldier spoke into his radio, in which a static-y voice replied, requesting that he be brought in for questioning.

“At last-” the man spoke to himself “-freedom.”

The man then collapsed on the ground, with his exhaustion seemingly catching up to him.

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4 Hours Ago

“Alright, you got all that?”

“I… Yeah.”

“Good, make sure to give it to the acting head officer at this station. He’s on the other side of the complex, alright?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Mikael”

“Good”

A door was shut, leaving a singular person to mull over what had just happened.

”He just arrived here 3 days ago and now he’s relocating even deeper into Metalvia, yet the war will be ending soon? What is this b*llsh*t? The media has been restricted to hell and back, the poor are being dragged from their homes to fight. The economy is collapsing, the people are complaining about food. And here I am, to deliver a notice from the conspirator to this entire d*mn war!”

A spokesman by the name of George Carton thought to himself as he paced in his small office.

”As if I even wanted this to happen. I can’t sit by here as the speaker of the people while the very same people I serve are obviously being sent to die in a war most of us don’t even support!

“Gaggh!”

George slammed his fist on the desk he was just sitting at while Mikhael was in his office.

“F*ck the Greens, them and their dirty little tricks. Why do I need to be the one that affiliates with the very d*mn leader of them!?! They’ll hang me for being a conspirator!”

”Wait…”

George stopped pacing as he took a moment to consider what he just said aloud.

”I’ll be killed for being a collaborator to the Greens? Hell no! I’m gonna be killed right here for openly stating that I’m a defector!

George turned his head to face the small half orb that was lowered from the corner of his room. He knew full well that that camera was probably live.

“I uhh… I need to just deliver this envelope to the manager here… Right?”

George picked up the envelope that was on his desk, it was unmarked, presumably to make it seem ambiguous.

“Right… I’ll just get going then.”

George opened the door and began walking to his right, he observed several people discussing with each other in the hallways, the green rug that lined the wooden floor having become unkempt as they could no longer afford a Janitor due to the war. He took another right at the end of the hall, and exited the building through it’s glass doors, nodding to the receptionist who sat half-attentively at the front desk.

Outside, he could see a convoy of sorts exiting through a gate on the far side of the complex, seemingly of high importance.

As George began walking along the sidewalk to make his way over to the other side of the complex, he noticed several journalists being cuffed by Metalvian police. George immediately recognized them, he had worked with them before the war, he had been one of their “insiders” to provide accurate and unbiased information to the public.

“Shame to see them gone.” He thought to himself as he continued walking.

“It feels like everyday more and more of the media gets brought down for simply telling what they believe in. I can reason with misinformation… But this? These people are going to far to protect their image.”

”They take away our rights, they conscript our people, they arrest the media for speaking openly, what next? What will it take to end all of this madness…?”

George stopped walking as he reached the large glass doors of the other side of the Complex. Mere feet away from walking in.

“Huh… what would it take…?”

He looked at the envelope in his hand

“I could… No, I’ll look at it first but that’s it. If it’s nothing important, then I’ll pass it over.”

Opening the door, George walked in and immediately went for the male restroom, taking a seat in a stall, he gently pulled down on the string that held the envelope closed, and pulled it over the button, opening up the envelope.

George gently then removed the document inside and folded it up, taking care to remember how it was folded and how it went in.

“Just a look… Oh, This is…?”

George immediately recognized what the envelope said. It was directions, and a location.

“Is Mikhael moving deeper into Metalvia? Hmm… If this is where we are, and that is where he’s going… Then this giant dashed line…”

George stopped as he immediately came to realize what was being shown.

“The Mindians are already this close?”

No less then what appeared to be 70km from where George was at, was a portion of line that showed the frontlines to the war

“My god… No wonder they’ve been conscripting so many people, we’re being overrun!”

George raised his voice a bit before quickly quieting himself.

“Well then… hmm. To end the war?”

George once again thought about what he had said while he neatly refolded the document and placed it back into the envelope, gently moving the string back underneath the button, holding the envelope shut.

Leaving the restroom, he came out the way he came in, and immediately belined for his car.

“If I get this to the Minudians, then I’d be called a hero, the people here will be safe, I will be safe.This is what I need to do.”

Filled with determination, he unlocked his car and hurriedly started the engine, and made his way over to the gate.

At the post, a security officer looked at him before bluntly saying:

“Sorry, got new orders. Nobody is to leave this place until closing time.”

George was immediately stunned, but he was determined to get out

“I was given orders from Mikhael to deliver this to the marshall here, he’s out in town so I need to go.”

“Did he? Well I didn’t see him leave.”

George took a moment to consider how to respond.

“He probably left before your shift.”

“... Yeah, you’re probably right, be quick about it though. I don’t want this coming off of my payroll.”

The gate began to open up

“Thanks, I will”

The guard gave a small nod as George took off down the road to head into town. From there, he went to a single Gas station to refill, and bought some of the few drinks and snacks they had left before moving on. George continued moving out of town, following his mind map to where the presumed frontlines were. Along the way the sight of the occasional military truck or column became ever more apparent, occasionally one would stop him to tell him to head back. In which his single response was: “I have to head home to grab something important of mine, I’ll be in and out of here.” Most commanders bought the argument, or just didn’t have the time to care. Eventually, he reached a point where there were still military forces active in the roads ahead, and he was forced to park his car on the side and make the rest of the trip on foot.

George continued his journey, making stops every now and then to eat a snack or have a drink, or to simply hide from a patrol that was lurking around in the forests. This continued well into the night when he finally reached the frontlines. On one side of a massive field there were the Metalvians, weak in numbers and mostly lying prone on the ground, staring at the other side with their rifles raised. On the other side, there were the Minudians. With makeshift observatory towers with large spotlights zooming around, a small set of partially damaged brick structures lay surrounded by sandbags and presumably soldiers. As George sat and watched as a Metalvian took a shot at the spotlight, within seconds a machine gun positioned behind a window opened up on where the rifle had fired from.

“I made it… Just gotta get across now.”

“Hey! Did somebody talk over there?”

“Oh sh*t!”

George looked to his right to see a soldier begin walking towards him from behind the tree line.

“Not now!”

George began sprinting towards the other side, much to the dismay of the Metalvians. One of which took a shot at him from the ground, landing a bullet in his calf.

“GAGH!”

George screamed as he began to limp run towards the Minudian side.

Having seen a second shot, the spotlight moved over to that region, seeing George almost immediately. The MG then began firing directly towards his left, seemingly to suppress the Metalvian soldiers that were trying to stop an apparent deserter.

Other Metalvian forces soon began taking pot shots at George as well, every time they were greeted with more machine gun fire, causing them to fall back before they were hit.

“I’ve gotta make it!”

George began screaming at himself to make it as he continued running with a bullet in his leg. At last after a minute of a staggered sprint he managed to make it behind the first set of buildings. With his hand on the side of a wall and a spotlight right on him. He finally felt accomplished as soldiers began running towards him…

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5 Hours Later

George woke up in what could be described as a hospital bed, with his leg lifted up into the air, a dull pain coming from it. On his left was an IV bag, plugged into his arm. On his right he observed a military doctor overlooking the entire room.

“Ahh, you’re awake. I wouldn’t recommend moving. That bullet had hit your tibial, you’ve lost alot of blood. For once I’m glad that people wore pants in this hot weather, your jeans saved your life.”

Still in a somewhat dazed state, George responded with a simple nod.

“It’s a miracle you were even able to push yourself to such limits, people usually don’t sprint across a 100 meter field with a bullet in their calf and live to tell the tale.”

“Mmm.”

“Well, now that you’re up I need to inform the commanding officer, he has some words for you regarding some sort of “package” you brought here.”

“Okay”

George watched as the medic left the room. No less than a minute later he returned with the commanding officer.

“Right, civilian, what’s your name?”

“My… name?”

“George… George Carton.”

“You have a rank?”

“No… I’m a… spokesperson for the town of Roddey.”

“How did you get this envelope?”

“I was given it by… Ryan Mikhael, he wanted me to deliver the message to the Marshall as he left the Compound I was stationed at.”

“Ryan Mikhael…? No, why did he give you of all people the envelope?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Staff Sergeant?”

The Commanding Officer looked at the Medic, who replied with:

“Given his current state, he is likely in no condition to be answering these questions, nevertheless with a lie. And I doubt the Metalvians would shoot a spy. A spy that ran through the frontlines no less.”

“I see.”

The commander looked back at George.

“What you have given us is a document pertaining to the details of a major meeting of Government heads, including the travel route of a previously unidentified figure. I’m assuming he would be Ryan Mikael?”

“I… think.”

“If this data is in fact reliable, then we will need to act on this at once. I’m going to report to field command what this civ here has said. Keep watch over him for me.”

“Copy that.”

The Commanding Officer stepped out of the room to presumably talk to whoever is in charge. Leaving the Medic and George alone with a few sleeping wounded.

“If what you have provided is in fact true, I’m sure you could land up in a history book somewhere. It’s an amazing feat to come across something like this. Once a lifetime perhaps. I’m just glad you picked the right side… Even if it costed you a bullet in your leg.”

George chuckled at that before slipping once again into a deep sleep.

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3 Hours later

The soft hum of a jet could be heard as it’s engines began to turn on, easily overshadowed by the 4 engines of the bomber lined up just behind it. Crickets could be heard chirping in the dead of night. Inside an open hangar, a singular light was shown over a map with orders, a single commander and at least five different pilots could be seen in chairs, surrounding the map.

“‘Cauldron-1’, you are to escort the HB1 ‘Queensdong’ to target ‘A’, and then ensure that payload has destroyed the designated target. If intel given is correct Notable wanted figures behind the revolution like ‘Eric Samwell’ will be killed in one swoop, we already have a helicopter convoy bound for Ryan Mikael’s position so we should have plenty of intel to work with. Cutting corners, if you will.”

The commander informed the rest of the crew what their objective was to be.

“‘Queensdong’, you are to use the Mk3 Devastator shells to open up wide enough holes in the building to effectively eliminate all cover, line up for a second shot on return and use NAG-02 Shells for guaranteed termination. ‘Cauldron-1’ will then confirm, and eliminate, any survivors that are out of the complex.”

“Sir yes sir!”

The pilots all said in unison as the commander clapped twice, indicating show time.

The Fighter pilot scrambled into his plane as he closed the cockpit and began plugging in the controls all the while turning down the runway. The other 5 pilots made their way into the bomber from the cargo bay and got settled down, turning on the runway just a minute after the fighter did.

A singular man with two light sticks began waving the plane down the runway, indicating an allclear. The jet took off, and the bomber followed soon with it.

Once both were in the sky, they veered to the left and began heading straight towards the target destination...

Almost 150 kilometers away, two choppers were veering their way through tightly knit mountains, on them was a router path that sat just underneath them. On the dashboard was an indication that their target was 3 black armored Vans that should at this point be less than 50 kilometers from a secluded hideout. In the front was a Minudian Tarzon, a dedicated attack helicopter, behind them was a Recon Chopper, containing the various sensor equipment that was being used to keep track of the road and lifeforms. It also held a squad of 6 men, the likes of which were spec ops soldiers, intended on capturing a presumed VIP within the convoy.

“Tabletop, this is Spyglass, got 3 vehicles coming up, left side. How copy, over?”

“Copy. Target?”

“Unknown.”

“Copy.”

The Tarzon began to swerve a bit to the right, prepared to make a strafe if the vehicles on their left were the confirmed targets.

“Infrared shows multiple figures in the forward and back vehicles, middle vehicle has one person. Vehicle size matches that of intel given.”

“Copy that, preparing for potential sortie.”

As the two choppers neared the edge of their segment the Tarzon rotated itself sideways as it strafed forward. Almost immediately, the chopper recognize the convoy to be the description matching the one given, and fired a singular rocket right in front of the lead vehicle.

“Strafe shot out… Convoy has halted… Multiple figures exiting the convoy. Opening up MG fire.”

The Tarzon began firing it’s 40mm into the vehicles as it moved forward, the recon chopper decided to fly hold just behind the curve in order to avoid being hit.

As the men got out they were just as quickly gunned down. Several of them having pistols and machine guns in hand, however nobody had stepped out from the center vehicle. Within mere moments everybody that had tried to flee had either a bullet in them or was dropped on the ground in fear of being shot.

“Middle vehicle not engaged, all targets are down on the ground, send team in to confirm casualties and determine status of VIP, over.”

“Copy that, over.”

The recon chopper moved out from behind the mountain and rested itself just behind the convoy, both doors opened up and 6 wires dropped down. At once all 6 soldiers made their descent to the ground. Once down they began cautiously making their way over to the center convoy, making sure to check any bodies along the way.

The first spec ops soldier to arrive came to the right side and stared directly into the window. Seeing nothing, he waited for another two spec ops soldiers to make their way to either side of the front seats before opening the door. For a split second, he noticed strange markings running all along the person, along with a sickly smell, somewhat sweet but also rotten. Then he noticed the singular red flash that came from the body.

“IED-”

No sooner had he called out the IED had the entire car erupted into an explosion, sending the three spec ops soldiers flying. One of them hit the wall, being knocked unconscious. The other two slammed into the railing separating the road from the plummet to death. Almost immediately all three of them tried to get up, but with serious injuries they were instead safely carried back into the Recon chopper, which had begun to land due to the explosion.

“Middle convoy detonated, abort mission?”

“Negative, spec ops checks front convoy then abort mission.”

“Over.”

The pilot from the Recon chopper informed the remaining 3 Spec ops that they had to clear the forward convoy.

The other two soldiers on the left side took notice of the singular body on the left side of the convoy, face down and a pool of what was assumed to be blood beside it. The one soldier still left on the right continued checking the bodies.

Cautiously, the soldier flipped over the body, revealing it to be none other than Ryan Mikael.

“Target found. Checking for pulse.”

The spec ops soldier placed his hand firmly against the neck and applied pressure.

“Has a pulse! Has a pulse! VIP is alive. Restraining and bringing back to ch-”

“GAARHH!”

As the spec ops soldier was grabbing out some retraining wires Ryan sprung to life and began wrestling with the soldier, attempting to grab the gun.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!”

The other soldier behind him immediately dragged Ryan off of the soldier by the neck, and began a stranglehold of his neck while the other soldier quickly recovered and positioned himself in front of Ryan, forcefully removing his hands from the soldier’s arm and placing it behind his back, wrapping it in a singular handcuff, and then moving to the other side, and restraining that to the other side of the hand cuff. Once done, they released Ryan down and picked him up, having become dead weight due to being defeated. They hauled him back to the chopper, the last soldier returning from checking the bodies, now pointing a gun at Ryan.

“VIP extracted, bring him into the chopper and let’s get the hell back to HQ, over.”

“Read you loud and clear. Tabletop heading back to base.”

The Tarzon veered back towards their HQ, and began flying off as the spec ops soldiers loaded themselves and the VIP into the copper, closing the doors and taking off.

As the two choppers headed back to base, the fun had only just begun for the fighter jet and bomber.

“Target locked, approaching for the first run.”

“Got it, let me know if you need a missile or two fired at any of those exterior targets I see.”

“Could you fire two of them? One for that small building on the right and the other near the gate.”

“Got that loud and clear.”

The pilot in Cauldron-1 began punching in directions into the targeting machine. And highlights began to light up. The fighter selected the two he was referring to, and two missiles detached and launched. The small building on the right was punctured but not really destroyed. The gate on the left however had completely collapsed. With parts of the surrounding wall and gate having fallen over, turning the entire area into a haven of debris. People on the ground could be seen flooding out of the doors. Just in time for-

“Dropping the first set of bombs. 1… 2… 3… 4… Done.”

The large mk3 Devastator bombs began rapidly descending towards the buildings. Once they touched a deep sounding explosion went off, tearing a large crater into the side of the building, then 3 times more running vertically up the building. Anybody that was outside at that point had been blasted to the ground at the very least, stopping any further actions. The jet made it’s way around first. Confirming that everybody on the ground right now was still inside the building’s ground. After doing such the allclear was given to the Queensdong as the jet began orbiting the compound, keeping watch for any movement.

“Second run initiated. Dropping Nag-2 rounds… 1.. 2, Done.”

Dropping only 2 shells, the bomber flew back the way it had come, within moments a toxic green cloud could be observed seeping across the entire building. Sealing the fate of anybody inside it permanently. The two planes began to head back to the strip, chatting with each other as if it were a normal day…

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Two Days Later

Ryan sits flat on the ground, legs bending behind him, hands tied, and a bag over his head. Spotlights turn on to shine down on him as he rests, his clothes weat from either the heat, stress, or whatever else the Minudians have done. A man in traditional executioner garb walks into the stage, with several cameras zooming in on him. He pulls off the mask, revealing the sweaty and beaten face of Ryan Mikael. The audience that was observing the stage gasped in shock. From the other side of the stage, Alex Karpo; the prime minister of Minuda, walks in.

“Ryan Mikael, need I only ask this once and only once here. You are in front of 1k people today, with several million observing you on cameras. This is your one and only chance to uphold any sort of image, any sort of credibility. We have asked you again and again and again. This is the last time we will say this…

Ryan, you are hereby charged on account of crimes against humanity, violation of human rights, conspiracy against the Government, manipulation of public official, inciting of rebellion, conspiracy against the crown, coordination and cooperation with terrorist and insurgency groups, evading arrest, attempted assault, and stealing Government documents. How do you plead?”

Ryan Mikael struggled to formulate words, large swelling having covered up his mouth, and a presumed lack of sleeping taking a severe toll on his mental health.

“Not… guilty…”

“Ryan, we have collected and formulated a 500 page document detailing each and every crime you have committed this past month, as well as accounts for each time you have done it. We will share it here if you do not comply.”

“Then I-”

“Silence, I told you at the beginning, we were only going to ask once. You have locked your statement in place.”

“Wait… No! I-”

“Silence!”

Filled with rage, Alex demanded that Ryan cease talking, he complied immediately.

“You… have brought so much stress into my life, into the lives of everybody here! The lives of the fallen! The lives of your own followers! You lead them to their own demise! And you DARE defend yourself as innocent!?!”

“What even is the point…”

“Hmm?”

“You know what happens, Alex… I’ve gotten no sleep, the sentence was already made… You’re doing this for your own self-gloat.”

“Excuse me? I am doing this for the benefit of the entire nation. Not for your own convenience. The people who have died, their families and loved ones. They deserve this. Not you.”

“I just want it to end…”

“You will have your wish… When they have had theirs.”

“Now, Ladies and Gentlemen. As you may have overheard. Ryan’s punishment has already been set in stone; however! We believe it to be your choice that matters. The legality may be done. But it is the voice of the people here that should matter! As we transition into the final stages of war, it is imperative that we capture the majority of your feelings here and now. To ensure the best moving forward. As such, we are willing to let Ryan go.”

Alex briefly paused.

“But ONLY if the majority of you all believe that everything he has done, is not worthy of death.

Well, citizens?”

Seemingly at once, everybody’s phone began to buzz, an EMS was sent out from the Government, it simply read:

“Guilty, or innocent”

As the people began responding, a pie chart showing the two sides popped up, it was majority sided towards guilty, with 72% of people in favor of his death. The remaining were the silent supporters or those that didn’t believe in the penalty of death.

The votes kept shifting around the same spot, which continued for five minutes until it was paused.

“Very well… You have all spoken. Ryan Mikael… Is to die.”

“Oh no…”

“And as such!”

“On no oh no oh no…”

A portion of the floor began to raise right in front of where Ryan was currently sitting.

“Here we will deliver justice!”

“You can’t! Not in front of the kids! The children!”

“What do you think will satisfy these kids more? Seeing themselves the man that had their loved ones killed die before their very eyes? Or your puny respect for children while the poor and hopeless die from a war you helped start?”

“This isn’t about war!”

“SILENCE!”

Ryan was grabbed and placed firmly on the board. A latch placed firmly above his neck, locking him in place.

“No! Not like this! Anything but this!”

“For the crimes we have asked you to plead your guilt to for days on end. For denying all of the horrors that you helped to create. For everything wrong that you, and you alone have caused…”

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

“I sentence you, on behalf of everyone of Minuda…”

“No…”

“To death.”

SWOOP…

Clink…

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The Aftermath

“Greetings today, this is Molly Neal from MNN. We’re here today with our weekly report on the war front.

Major updates have come after the recent rumors of the Metalvian chain of command being summarily bombed today. Having been given a higher believability than ever, due to the recent public execution of wanted war criminal and political activist; Ryan Mikael, was shown being executed live on public television. In the south and west the advance of the Magardom and Kluk-Ti armies, in coordination with Minuda, have reached their end goals and have wrapped up operations in their end of the theatre, with all pockets having surrendered at this point. In the east, the original bulge has been completely demolished, with an estimated 250k Metalvian casualties and over 50k more taking as prisoners. The original guarding flanks have been overrun as Metalvian generals called for a retreat in order to prevent being flanked. Fighting in the region has been generally moving west. As Metalvian forces struggle to halt the Minudian approach without getting encircled, the likes of which has already affected most forces. In the North, the presumably retreating Metalvian Northern Army has been intercepted by Montarcian Expeditionary forces, the likes of which have started a large skirmish in the mountain passes of Uraldt. The capital of Metalvia, Grundia, has been given an ultimatum to surrender by Minudian General Kavlo Witwickey. The likes of which has pressed considerable pressure on the still standing Metalvian garrison, which was severely weakened by rebellions in the surrounding towns and protests within the capital itself.

Speaking of rebellions. Central Metalvia has gone dark in Minudian intelligence as it would seem that several different towns and organizations have vouched to declare independence from Metalvia itself, throwing the general region into anarchy. Official statements from the Minudian army seem to indicate that the region will be much more easily pacified, with resistance broken down to the local level and most people generally revolting over issues of food, which can be easily solved once the Minudian army re-occupies the region. Next we move into-”

Beep!

A singular remote is placed down on a wooden table as the TV was turned off. A chair began creaking as the person within it groaned.

“So? It’s almost over then?”

“...”

“I was wondering when they were going to finally finish this idiotic war.”

“...”

“Well. With this whole debacle ending… Guess it’s time for me to get to work right?”

“...”

“You’re helping to, right?”

“...right.”

“Good, with us in charge, I’m sure this will all be over soon… Good acting, by the way. Really made your point known.”

“...”

“Not even a thanks?”

“...Thanks.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now, you and I need to have a little chat.”

[nation ] Greater Saint-Paul[/nation]
The states of europe
[nation ]The Islands of Tonga[/nation]
Heloonia
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island

Stay tuned for the final post… The Last Bastions

That scared the heck out of me
Also you are in strangereal what war is this

The Sankta-Aegis Confederation of Rynese Empire

Pre-season testing for the Rynese National Associatiom for Spprts Car Auto Racing "11th Annual Cyber Formula Grand Prix Championship" is due in three days, though some teams have already begun private testing on their own facilities.

The official start to the season is due for next month, with the 11th Augsburg C.F. Grand Prix, running from Friday to Sunday.

The teams Racing Point ZERO, and their subteam Sugo Grand Prix, as well as Aoi and Aoi ZIP Formula, have registered new vehicles for the coming championship season. These vehicles are the ZERO Asurada AKF-11A, Sugo Garland SF-01B, Aoi Exssperion Z/A-8 and Aoi ZIP Exssperion Z/A-9

There have been rumors about the Missing Link team having brought on a second driver, however, it is yet to be confirmed. Jotaro 'Bleed' Kaga, the winner of last year's "SUGO Nightveer 750km" single-seat category race, has been brought into Racing Point ZERO as a second driver, while Henri Claytor and Hayato Kazami continue their career with Sugo. No other grid changes have occurred.

The Republic of Deerfenland

Territorio di Nessuno wrote:Yo bro, be cool and follow the rules.

Ayyyyyy! Pops! You ain't fresh like us cool dudes! Big nerd, I tell ya!

The Disputed Territories of Territorio di Nessuno

Anne of cleves wrote:Hello

West utha wrote:Hi

Hello!

Deerfenland wrote:Ayyyyyy! Pops! You ain't fresh like us cool dudes! Big nerd, I tell ya!

Yo nerd, go home. We cool guys don't hang out with nerds.

The Golden Throne Room of Ethnon

Aerilia wrote:Fact of the day: Most cars can't drive on water

Nerd of the day: click here to find out

Lol

That's clever XD

Cokoland

SR roleplay:

Cokoland is glad to announce that the building of the proposed border wall that will suround the whole country was confirmed with the scope of protecting the country in case of any invasions if you wanna know more read this our dispatches

The Mittelanean Diktoriat of Minuda

The Soviet States of Europe wrote:did u just do an execution on tv?

Yes.

Railroad crossing wrote:That scared the heck out of me
Also you are in strangereal what war is this

My civil war, it’s part of a ongoing series. I can send you the links if you’d like.

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Sterg nordia

Meme.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0mt0EFau6xg

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New francois

Of amerlca wrote:rootin tootin libtards get of my lawn

That word is not funny

Weknow

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The Disputed Territories of Territorio di Nessuno

New francois wrote:Someone send the link to file a ghr

No need to, for now.

Of amerlca watch your language please.

New francois and The 3nd mexican empire

The Golden Throne Room of Ethnon

The 3nd mexican empire wrote:Unactive rmb

Try this :D

Greetings!

I hope you are enjoying NationStates and being in The North Pacific.
You are fortunate to have your nation in a region that gives you so many opportunities,
but there is more that you could have access to.

The North Pacific has a forum, which is the best way to get involved in our region. On the forum you can apply for citizenship, join the North Pacific Army, Executive Staff of TNP, The North Pacific University (TNPU) - A place for sharing knowledge, discussion and debate on a myriad of subjects within it's Divisions., if you are a NS card collector you can join the Cards Guild and you can also get involved in role-playing.

Citizenship will allow you to vote in the Regional Assembly, the legislative body of TNP and run for regional offices such as Delegate, Vice Delegate, Speaker of the Regional Assembly, and Court Justice. Joining the NPA will allow you to go on missions to defend The North Pacific and our allies as well as act as TNP’s main military force.

Our ministries are always looking for new members to the executive staff and you can choose the ministries that you want to be involved in. The TNP forum has a very active role-play department and you can do almost anything with your country while role-playing.

So why wait?

If you have any questions about anything, please contact me.

Kind regards

Marcus Antonius
Security Council Member, Chancellor Emeritus of The North Pacific University,
Citizen and Squire of the Region, Keeper of The North and Leader of Ethnon.

Ethnon

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Anne of cleves wrote:Hello

Hello :)

New francois wrote:This is boring *cocks gun*

Time to start a war!

See above
or
"Now....live from the peace corp.... its....Edwin Starr!"

War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War, huh, yeah
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again, why'all
War, huh, good god
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
Oh, war, I despise
'Cause it means destruction of innocent lives
War means tears to thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go to fight
And lose their lives
I said, war, huh good god, why'all
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing say it again
War, whoa, lord
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing, listen to me
it ain't nothing but a heart-breaker
(War) friend only to the undertaker
Oh, war it's an enemy to all mankind
The point of war blows my mind
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation
Induction then destruction
Who wants to die, ah, war-huh, good god…
West utha wrote:Hi

Hi there! :D

New francois and The 3nd mexican empire

New francois

Territorio di Nessuno wrote:No need to, for now.

Of amerlca watch your language please.

But he insulted me

*cries in corner*

The 3nd mexican empire

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The 3nd mexican empire

Of amerlca wrote:rootin tootin libtards get of my lawn

Huh?

Ingro-karelia and New francois

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Ingro-karelia

How is that A cuss word?

New francois, Cokoland, and Of amerlca

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New francois

Of amerlca wrote:bro i was just cosplaying america (libt*rd)

You’re insulting my kind

Cokoland

Ingro-karelia wrote:How is that A cuss word?

Idk

New francois

Cokoland wrote:Idk

It’s a cross between liberal and ret*rd

And the latter is a cuss word

Cokoland

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