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The GENERALLY HONOURABLE NATION of ROM

Lets rp as someone who went bigfoot hunting but ended up getting lost in the woods

The Socialist Federative State of Molossiania

Hello RMB.

The ✯ LDA Patriot ✯ of Communist Lukania

I'm breaking my sleep schedule to focus on assignments and assessments, I really want a nice family dinner at my local Cheesecake Factory. My mom and dad did promise...

The afsharid dynasty

The Impero Vapiano of Western Vapia

Western Vapia wrote:Imperial Desire (SR RP)

King Ullivieri had just stormed out of his own meeting. He had called it anyway. Even after having a direct and personal talk with Prime Minister Leone, he would not see eye to eye with Ullivieri. Vapia was being stepped on, and the elected leadership of the ruling party fell short. But Ullivieri was merely Head of State, and could not do much. Or at least, that is what everyone thought. Ullivieri at this point had returned to his chambers. A bottle of wine and an empty glass waited for him on a small lamp desk. pouring a half glass, Ullivieri moved towards the window. A spot which he spent much time at. The office window is where Ullviieri would lose himself in thoughts and dreams. Ullivieri was not a popular monarch, only having 41% support from the people, if the polls were to be believed. The life of Ullivieri was a storybook in itself. He had been in line for the throne before the Amadeus line took over temporarily. He led forces in the attempted 2017 uprising. He had marched on Rovigia with the military against the Republican government in 2019. He was restored to the throne overthrowing the socialist sympathizers. Yet, he was seen as a weak, authoritarian monarch. His overthrow of the socialists was not seen favorably, as the socialists were indeed democratically elected. The socialists were popular in certain areas. The monarchy could only receive reliable support from the south. Ullivieri wanted. No, he needed to turn around his fortune. Give the people something that would give his popularity, and his self esteem, a boost. Ullivieri sat down at his desk, shuffling through the papers on top. He then opened the very bottom drawer on the lefts ide of his desk. He pulled out a document which had been made law, but was quickly forgotten in the fires of the Tysemny War. His enemies had not forgotten the document, but they too were distracted. The election season would start soon, and the politicians had more pressing matters on their plates that investigating a vote which on the surface, passed with a comfortable majority. To Ullivieri, it was the nuclear option. He had tried to stay within the bounds of his limitations, as a respectful monarch. But how could he respect his position, when he was disrespected by his own government? The answer was difficult, but it was simple. The nation was in a state of war. Under these circumstances, Ullivieri was the law, should he choose to be.

Today, he choose to be.

His Majesties War (SR RP)

Today was the day. The day where the fragile political balance in the Kingdom would be pushed across the thin line. Today, a new war would begin. Today, the fates of politicians at every level of government change forever. King Ullivieri prepared himself to rip open the very recently stitched wounds. Ullivieri had informed the Palace Radio to prepare for a speech to be made. The media had caught word of course. They believed that the King would be issuing a condemnation of the Cameot regimes actions. But it would be much different than that. 30 minutes before the broadcast, the Royal Palace made a on the spot announcement. This took Prime Minister Leone by suprise, and he angerly called the Royal Palace, demanding to know the nature of the broadcast. He was denied, and was promptly hung up on by the King's staff. Soon, it was time for the broadcast.

The King took his place on the podium in front of the Palace entrance. The media were gathered. Ready to hear the speech. "My fellow Vapians, Loyal citizens of the Kingdom. I am here to speak to you directly. Over the course of the previous few days, the government has debated on how to proceed with the situation involving our kidnapped citizens. Not legally arrested, but kidnapped. Over the last several hours, it has become clear that our government intends not to take decisive actions in order to recover our citizens, but rather, to appease these ruthless aggressors. To diplomatically treat the Moralist regime, is to acknowledge their legitimacy, despite their human rights abuses, restriction of our faith, and their tinpot dictatorship that is propped up by a thread. It is my belief, it is the Crown's belief, that the elected government is no longer acting in the best interests of our citizens, and is astonished at the lack of use of our vast resources. Here and Now, The Crown, and with it, the powers vested in it by the Senate, The People of Vapia, and God, invoke the rights of the position of King, to announce to the Empire, but most importantly, Cameot, that the Empire will no longer tolerate your terroristic like actions. As of this moment, the Vapian Empire declares WAR upon Moralist Cameot. Together, we will unite, and recover what is rightfully ours. May God bless us all."

The speech was finished, and the people of Vapia, the media, and the government, were astonished.

Pinguioris, 5 Kingdoms of Britannia, Tringapore, Astransia, and 1 otherThe afsharid dynasty

Cereskia

Western Vapia wrote:His Majesties War (SR RP)

Today was the day. The day where the fragile political balance in the Kingdom would be pushed across the thin line. Today, a new war would begin. Today, the fates of politicians at every level of government change forever. King Ullivieri prepared himself to rip open the very recently stitched wounds. Ullivieri had informed the Palace Radio to prepare for a speech to be made. The media had caught word of course. They believed that the King would be issuing a condemnation of the Cameot regimes actions. But it would be much different than that. 30 minutes before the broadcast, the Royal Palace made a on the spot announcement. This took Prime Minister Leone by suprise, and he angerly called the Royal Palace, demanding to know the nature of the broadcast. He was denied, and was promptly hung up on by the King's staff. Soon, it was time for the broadcast.

The King took his place on the podium in front of the Palace entrance. The media were gathered. Ready to hear the speech. "My fellow Vapians, Loyal citizens of the Kingdom. I am here to speak to you directly. Over the course of the previous few days, the government has debated on how to proceed with the situation involving our kidnapped citizens. Not legally arrested, but kidnapped. Over the last several hours, it has become clear that our government intends not to take decisive actions in order to recover our citizens, but rather, to appease these ruthless aggressors. To diplomatically treat the Moralist regime, is to acknowledge their legitimacy, despite their human rights abuses, restriction of our faith, and their tinpot dictatorship that is propped up by a thread. It is my belief, it is the Crown's belief, that the elected government is no longer acting in the best interests of our citizens, and is astonished at the lack of use of our vast resources. Here and Now, The Crown, and with it, the powers vested in it by the Senate, The People of Vapia, and God, invoke the rights of the position of King, to announce to the Empire, but most importantly, Cameot, that the Empire will no longer tolerate your terroristic like actions. As of this moment, the Vapian Empire declares WAR upon Moralist Cameot. Together, we will unite, and recover what is rightfully ours. May God bless us all."

The speech was finished, and the people of Vapia, the media, and the government, were astonished.

Hey, Estovapia

The afsharid dynasty

The Happy New Hamsters 🐹 of The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg

Ugh, I was looking at a region and my shaky hands accidentally clicked move region so now all my residency stats are back to 0 :(
At least I didn’t lose any endorsements :)

Aerilia, Inven, and The afsharid dynasty

Tcals

Molossiania wrote:Hello RMB.

Hello.

The afsharid dynasty

The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia

The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg wrote:Ugh, I was looking at a region and my shaky hands accidentally clicked move region so now all my residency stats are back to 0 :(
At least I didn’t lose any endorsements :)

RIP...

The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg and The afsharid dynasty

Of emptiness

45070980.on tsop modnar
PUNCHjab

Sarvente fnf and The afsharid dynasty

Sarvente fnf

Of emptiness wrote:45070980.on tsop modnar
PUNCHjab

Nuk.

The Unified Democratic States of Inven

The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg wrote:Ugh, I was looking at a region and my shaky hands accidentally clicked move region so now all my residency stats are back to 0 :(
At least I didn’t lose any endorsements :)

Well that suck... I feel your pain

Aerilia, The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg, and The afsharid dynasty

Arkley commonwealth

Streets of Warlington, November 5th of 1968.

Across the narrow road, a dense fog covers the snow-white streets as the sounds of guns and explosions ring through the air in the distance. Rubble of collapsed and collapsing buildings littering the streets, as the mechanised sounds of warmachines trampling across the paved roads, across the sea of snow as the battle for Warlington raged on in the background. Through the dense fog, or at least, what seemed to be fog, a lone soldier appears - brandishing a beaten up L1A1, bayonet on the end as he breathes through his gas mask that conceals upon his humanity. His hand reaches up onto the helmet, adjusting the black brodie helmet as his camouflaged jacket covered the olive undershirt as his black boots and snow-white pants collide with the snow around him. He lifts his feet up as he stomps back onto the snow, tredging through the thick fog as more figures much like him - brandishing Machineguns, Rifles and even older Bolt-Actions and Submachineguns walk through the once-busy street.

Within the beaten down cafe, a door creeks open as the barrel of a rifle peeks through the darkened insides, a soldier stepping inside as his black boots scanned across the room - looking left to right as the fog calmed down. Rifles raised as more men entered the room, checking corner to corner, door to door, and rubble by rubble for traps and leftovers. Or even, enemy soldiers, as they walked across the snow-coated ground to the upper levels. "Corporal, corners." the sergeant barked out, as the corporal raised his shotgun onto a corner - looking closely as they checked for wires and traps alike. "Nothin' Sarge. Place is dead like the others'." as they all slowly lowered their weapons, looking around as they took a sight on the once-busy cafe. The place seemed abandoned, or perhaps more abandoned than it should as they looked at the calendars - 1967, a full year before they even got here. Thoughts raced through the minds of these soldiers, as a Armaghian then spoke out "The hell has Jerry done to this place? Why's the calendars all wrong?"

The men shrugged, as they stepped around - taking what food and valuables they could from the abandoned cafe as they opened drawer to drawer, nick by nick, and rubble by rubble. But then, the sound of tracks rang out as the men stopped on their tracks, and got down. The roaring sound of an engine as the footsteps of boots litter the outside, approaching closer by the moment as shots rang out across the street - screams of civilians and animals alike as a soldier cursed out under his breath "Cleaners.." as his hands gripped upon the M16A1, looking back as he looked over to a young female, a Private First Class in rank, as he spoke out "Ey, Maria, go up to the second floor with Tommy and set up positions." he then turned over to an older looking male, a veteran of the Great War, yet still merely a Sargeant in rank, "Grandpa, you too." as the old man nodded to the Anglian Captain, as the Argyllian stood up with his L1 and Rifle Grenades alongside Patty, a Machinegunner with an L7A2 from Arbyster and Maria, a Catholic with M72 Anti-Tank Launchers and an L2A3 Submachinegun from Armagh.

This motely crew of men and women from all over the Union scrambled to their positions gradually, a seperate fire-team later getting in contact and setting up an ambush point across the road from them as well, just as the cleaners approached their positions ever closer as bipods were set on piles of ruble and eyes and ears were made as sharp as ever through all the ailments some may have. And as these cleaners approached, and some even passing - rifles then poked out of the many windows of the collapsed buildings, the spirit of Anglia hailing proudly as the cackle of rifles broke through the air. A hail of bullets from machineguns, rifles and explosions from grenades and rifle grenades exploding on formations of men, a hundred troopers against 16.

And as the dust settled, they still remained, as a yell was then heard "Maria, launcher, now!" followed by the distinct blast of an M72A3, the 66 milimeter rocket slamming itself against the hull of the Centurion - the rocket exploding upon contact as the burning crew yelled and cried in pain, crawling out as their bodies were torched in fire as the continued and concentrated fire of the L7A2 cut down and suppressed the Jerries. And as the guns fired, the 7.62x51mm casings fell on the ground, the Jerries would make a desperate last-charge against the Royalist troops as their bayonets were fixed, and what seemed to be 5 men for every one royalist came out in droves.

Yet for every men they sent, the Royalists always had enough bullets for each, and as bodies fell onto the red-coated snow below, the royalists came face to face upon with their former brothers. Bayonets were sent lundging onto the Jerries as the fire of Submachineguns took down what foolish few attempted to overrun them, where as those with rifles slashed and dashed from waves upon waves of approaching Jerries as they emerged from the cafe while the crackle of pistols and the swings of a sword came from the Captain as they screamed "God Save the Queen!" as the fire of justice, liberty and freedom bellowed into their souls as their Finest Hour. And as the battle ended, as the fighting ceased, in the last wave as they dealt with the last of the Jerries, a soldier exclaimed - "Jog Off, Jerry." as the zip of a 7.62x51mm collided onto the flesh and bones of the blackshirt, falling onto the blood coated snow as the men of "The Regiment" moved to their next target.

Manches, TyGerria, Vyata Temor, Rozchevka, and 1 otherThe afsharid dynasty

The Empire of Pandoska

Poor Andrew Yang man. Imagine condemning a terrorist organization just for your base to deem you a genocidal “fascist”. Taking back the government is going get a lot more easy.

The afsharid dynasty

The Federal Commonwealth of Perikuresu

I need to increase Law Enforcement to stamp out Black Market

The Disputed Territories of Territorio di Nessuno

Xagill wrote::(

Muahahahah!

Rise my minions, rise!

The Blauer Reichsadler of Lemsrow

Territorio di Nessuno wrote:Muahahahah!

Rise my minions, rise!

Huh? Sir, this is a Starbucks.

Territorio di Nessuno and Govornia

Post by Knitehorn suppressed by The cascadian bioregion.

The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia

Aerilia is ranked 886th in the world and 28th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 63.93 Obesity Rate.

The Blauer Reichsadler of Lemsrow

Aerilia wrote:Aerilia is ranked 886th in the world and 28th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 63.93 Obesity Rate.

Lemsrow is ranked 222,711th in the world and 8,797th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 6.56 Obesity Rate.

Huh. I wonder why...

Xagill, Aerilia, Govornia, Ethnon, and 1 otherInven

The Socialist Federative State of Molossiania

Lemsrow wrote:Lemsrow is ranked 222,711th in the world and 8,797th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 6.56 Obesity Rate.

Huh. I wonder why...

Molossiania is ranked 6,795th in the world and 419th in The North Pacific for Most Developed, scoring 92.43 on the Human Development Index.
Dievelupenment

The Arctic Warfare of Nordic-British Union

So our British Army recently unveiled the new Challenger 3, dubbed the most lethal tank in NATO.
Now make it a premium tank

The Constitutional Kingdom of Xagill

Lemsrow wrote:Lemsrow is ranked 222,711th in the world and 8,797th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 6.56 Obesity Rate.

Huh. I wonder why...

Xagill is ranked 238,068th in the world and 9,521st in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 2.69 Obesity Rate.

The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia

Nordic-British Union wrote:So our British Army recently unveiled the new Challenger 3, dubbed the most lethal tank in NATO.
Now make it a premium tank

Another Green and black tank?

Why are there no Purple tanks? :(

Cereskia

Yo guys

The Unified Democratic States of Inven

Inven is ranked 237,624th in the world and 9,497th in The North Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 3.13 Obesity Rate.

Aerilia, Ethnon, and United engiresco

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