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Bohemian Republica wrote:Empire*

Can you explain, I don't fully understand

Lunayria, Nihppon, Sainohind

Does anyone have any interesting or funny laws?

Lunayria, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Don't really have a singular favourite game, but from the ones I can think of I'd have to say it's got to be Gran Turismo 4, Black ops 1,2,3, Cold War Zombies, Black Mesa, Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, and Hearts of Iron 4.

I have some honourable mentions that I very much enjoy but haven't played all the way through most of them. Metal Gear Solid Games, The Legend of Heroes Series (Trails of Cold Steel etc.), The campaigns for Black ops 1 and Cold War, and Simpsons Hit and Run. (I've Completed the last two on the list, haven't even got near finishing the Metal Gear Solid and Legend of Heroes Games)

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Orlovckaya

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Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Minecraft, first, two bloons td 6 and etc

Sainohind, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Detroit become human.

Romeshire2, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Minecraft. Now before you all give me a billion Q&As on why on Earth among thousands of thousands of other games i pick this game, Well, Might i remind you all this is USUALLY a game of creativity, Once 2017 came around, Minecraft deformed into 3 separate parts of the game; 1, Culture of Creativity; The Main Port, Which means Political role-play, (Most Adults ranging from 18-29 uses this port occasionally to express Political Beliefs or Imagination; (9/11 Memorial, One World Trade Center, The White House, Lincoln Memorial, Buckingham Palace, Times Square, Central Park, Eiffel Tower, Aircraft Carriers, are the most popular political builds in this port), 2; The Mini-Games Port, Which is like a Survival/Adventure kind of mini-game, And then there's the one we all think of Minecraft Today which is Live Animated Minecraft with Vibrant/Fun Builds which is Yes catered to 2010s Generation Z. This game has gotten so incredibly talented that a company by the name of 'Shapescape' recreated the ENTIRE base of London! Which features a VERY unique and highly professional build of Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, 10 Downing Street, Palace of Westminster, And even have LIVELY ANIMATED Marching Guards AT Buckingham Palace! They've also made Washington D.C. nearly PERFECT to the real life version. Shapescape could save Minecraft to it's former glory if made lots more things than just a few popular cities!

Lunayria, Romeshire2, Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Menorica wrote:Minecraft. Now before you all give me a billion Q&As on why on Earth among thousands of thousands of other games i pick this game, Well, Might i remind you all this is USUALLY a game of creativity, Once 2017 came around, Minecraft deformed into 3 separate parts of the game; 1, Culture of Creativity; The Main Port, Which means Political role-play, (Most Adults ranging from 18-29 uses this port occasionally to express Political Beliefs or Imagination; (9/11 Memorial, One World Trade Center, The White House, Lincoln Memorial, Buckingham Palace, Times Square, Central Park, Eiffel Tower, Aircraft Carriers, are the most popular political builds in this port), 2; The Mini-Games Port, Which is like a Survival/Adventure kind of mini-game, And then there's the one we all think of Minecraft Today which is Live Animated Minecraft with Vibrant/Fun Builds which is Yes catered to 2010s Generation Z. This game has gotten so incredibly talented that a company by the name of 'Shapescape' recreated the ENTIRE base of London! Which features a VERY unique and highly professional build of Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, 10 Downing Street, Palace of Westminster, And even have LIVELY ANIMATED Marching Guards AT Buckingham Palace! They've also made Washington D.C. nearly PERFECT to the real life version. Shapescape could save Minecraft to it's former glory if made lots more things than just a few popular cities!

Nah the “Minecraft sucks” phase died years ago. It’s genuinely a fun game. Whether you play creative to build or survival mode. The Speedrunning community is crazy. It’s genuinely one of my favorite games

Lunayria, Menorica, The Hinterplace, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Allynthia

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Hard to say, but i´ll go with batman arkham asylum and arkham city for the nostalgia factor

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Orlovckaya wrote:Does anyone have any interesting or funny laws?

You can be fined for splashing rain water on pedestrians even if it is an accident.

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Orlovckaya wrote:I was wondering how you manage different parts of the country and do they have partial independence?

Modern Nihppon is a parliamentary unitary estate under Her Majesty Elizabeth II, although there's been a growing movement of people that support federalism since the late 60's, mainly in the northern provinces of Hokkaido and Karafuto.

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

So! Guys?

Sainohind

Orlovckaya wrote:I was wondering how you manage different parts of the country and do they have partial independence?

[nation=long]Jewish Sealand[/nation] is made up of seven states and a 'confederal city' (Aj Havrid). The confederal government has control over the Military, the Ministry of Public Transport and of the Confederal City. The seven states of the Confederacy are almost completely autonomous.

Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Orlovckaya

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Victoria 2, Crusader Kings III, Hearts of Iron IV, Total War and the NBA2K series.

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya, Septimius Severus

Nicaguro wrote:Detroit become human.

I love that game 😍

Nihppon, Sainohind

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

battlecats and europa universalis 4

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

West-Indies wrote:I love that game 😍

I will not get tired of playing this game over and over again! She is gorgeous!

West-Indies, Sainohind

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Arma 3.

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

The Question of Today:

What is your personality according to the test linked bellow?

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

Nihppon, Sainohind, Tilapialand

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of Today:

What is your personality according to the test linked bellow?

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

According to the test, I am a mediator (INFP-T)

West-Indies, Sainohind, Orlovckaya, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of the Day:

What is your favourite videogame (excluding NationStates)?

Age of Empires 4

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Nihppon wrote:I got an idea for a worldbuilding question, this might seem weird after sharing our favourite ice cream flavours but, what is your nation's bloodiest battle/war?, like in England was the battle of Towton or in the US was Antietam.

The Great Arab Revolt (1858-1872)

The Great Arab Revolt happened in 1858 after a Arabic man, Ali Ghazfi, gathered support in Mecca and Foreign Nations(France, Russia, Egypt, Persia and Spain) and caused a massive rebllion strenching from Hejaz to the Levant and From the Sinai to Persia. The Ottoman Protection Accords(OPA) would form in response to this. Nations in the Alliance would be: The UK, Neo-Yuan State(and yes Yuan was revived in this timeline), Portugal, The Confederation of India and The USA. The aformention nations who supported Ali Ghazfi in his revolt formed the Arabian Coalition(except France). The conflict would result in 10 million dead from both sides. For the Ottomans death toll its about 3-4 million

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

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Jewish Sealand wrote:According to the test, I am a mediator (INFP-T)

According to the test im a Logician (INTP-T)

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of Today:

What is your personality according to the test linked bellow?

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

INTJ-A, (Assertive Architect)

[spoiler]"Many fictional villians are of this category...

Architects would rather be right than popular...

Thirst of knowledge...

Architects you may know: Michelle Obama, Elon Musk (?)..."[/spoiler]

That is interesting

Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Sublime State wrote:The Great Arab Revolt (1858-1872)

The Great Arab Revolt happened in 1858 after a Arabic man, Ali Ghazfi, gathered support in Mecca and Foreign Nations(France, Russia, Egypt, Persia and Spain) and caused a massive rebllion strenching from Hejaz to the Levant and From the Sinai to Persia. The Ottoman Protection Accords(OPA) would form in response to this. Nations in the Alliance would be: The UK, Neo-Yuan State(and yes Yuan was revived in this timeline), Portugal, The Confederation of India and The USA. The aformention nations who supported Ali Ghazfi in his revolt formed the Arabian Coalition(except France). The conflict would result in 10 million dead from both sides. For the Ottomans death toll its about 3-4 million

Facts facts

Nihppon, Sainohind, Septimius Severus

INTJ-T, i still havent read what the page says about it tough.

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of Today:

What is your personality according to the test linked bellow?

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

(INPT-A/INPT-T) My personality is logical like Einstein's

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

I have the architect type

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, Tilapialand

We're all introverts

though that's not a surprise

Nihppon, West-Indies, Civaliana, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Septimius Severus wrote:We're all introverts

though that's not a surprise

Yes, it´s nice to know i´m not the only one

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, Tilapialand

I´m really into history and alternative history scenarios, so i was wondering, has your country ever had a "golden age" like poland in the middle ages or the ottomans in the 16th century?

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, Tilapialand

New Poll is Up!

Nihppon, West-Indies, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind

I chose YouTube as no other platform offers such a variety of short and longform content, some of which is very high quality. Although it's probably the least social of all these media, with only a small chunk of users actually posting content

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

I can't choose between Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube. Facebook is how I keep up with older family, Twitter is where I get most of my news/updates, and YouTube is where I go to relax after school or work.

Menorica, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

INFP-T

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Saint Arsenio wrote:I can't choose between Facebook, Twitter, or YouTube. Facebook is how I keep up with older family, Twitter is where I get most of my news/updates, and YouTube is where I go to relax after school or work.

If it wasn't for YouTube, Brian May wouldn't have been proven the most Patriotic man of 'Queen' the band! Performing

"God Save The Queen" on top of Buckingham Palace (ROOF!) with thousands of people in attendance has to be To This Very Day the highlight of his entire Life! Some even wish Brian to do it again on The Queen's Platinum Jubilee concert! The video extraordinary and will leave you with chills! The only colours that will leave you thinking is Red White And Blue!

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1KNWdhVJq9k

Romeshire2, Saint Arsenio, The Hinterplace, Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

I really do enjoy your patriotism, Menorica.

Saint Arsenio, Menorica, James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

It s very difficult for me to choose between Twitch and YouTube. I watch both equally.

Saint Arsenio, The Hinterplace, James Forsyte Ii, Sainohind

The World Building Question of Today:

What is the weather in your nation like?

James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, Sainohind, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What is the weather in your nation like?

In Nihppon, weather varies depending on the season and region, generally it has a temperate weather.

Winters may be long and cold with heavy snowfall.

Spring is considered the most pleasant season by many japanese, there's seasonal treats and the Sakura trees blossom making a beautiful scenery.

Summers tend to be very hot and humid, specially in metropolitan areas like Osaka, Tokyo, Kagoshima and Kyoto, the end of June and begining of July is rainy season.

Autumn is famous for Koyo (autumn foliage),skies are mostly clear and days tend to have pleasant weather.

Also, depending on the region, there are festivals dedicated to each season.

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Hello everyone

Menorica, The Hinterplace, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Romeshire2 wrote:Hello everyone

Hello there!

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What is the weather in your nation like?

Tropical Monsoon, Tropical Rainforest and Tropical Savannah

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

West-Indies wrote:Tropical Monsoon, Tropical Rainforest and Tropical Savannah

As same as Menorica. The name may be based from it's real life counterpart (Menorca/Minorca) but the island is displayed like the U.S. State of Hawaii; Where it's typically warm with magnificent weather. When Hawaii is ever mentioned, The first thought is the weather over there compared to many other countries and it's U.S. Sister States where it's either cold or warm with a cold front.

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Jewish Sealand wrote:The Question of Today:

What is your personality according to the test linked bellow?

https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test

Your personality type is: Advocate INFJ-T

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What is the weather in your nation like?

Jewish Sealand has a subtropical climate, with dry summers and rainy, wet winters. The nation overall has an avarege temperature of 21 celsius, although it changes depending on what part of the country you are.

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Orlovckaya, St Based And Redpilled

Post by Fourian suppressed by a moderator.

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What is the weather in your nation like?

Average Carribean climate, although officially it is simultaneously always beautifully sunny, and lush with the purest rainwater. Also complaining about the weather is illegal as the Supreme Holy Chad controls it. Or at least he claims he does.

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

A QUESTION FOR REASONING

Do you have cities in the desert, if so, how did they appear?

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, British Andorra, Septimius Severus

Orlovckaya wrote:A QUESTION FOR REASONING

Do you have cities in the desert, if so, how did they appear?

Nope, we don't have deserts in Nihppon.

Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

West-Indies wrote:Tropical Monsoon, Tropical Rainforest and Tropical Savannah

Don’t mean to be a nerd here but what you described is climate, tropical is climate and monsoon, rainforest, and Savannah are sub-climates. The question was asking what the weather was like in your country but maybe it should’ve been what the climate is like in your country.

Nihppon, Sainohind

Orlovckaya wrote:A QUESTION FOR REASONING

Do you have cities in the desert, if so, how did they appear?

Since the British took over Spain, The former Colony of British Andorra took over North-East Spain. There are various semi-arid regions in Spain that while not being completely desert are hotter and drier than the other regions of my glorious republic. There are a variety of cities regardless because of man-made river projects in semi-arid regions. This is pretty interesting as it has sparked fierce debate between environmentalists and developers. Environmentalists say that this is damaging the native wildlife, which some studies have shown that native wildlife have been uncommonly displaced by these rivers, while developers say that this is helping the nation of British Andorra, which is also true due to recent studies on the affect of these man-made rivers. Economists have claimed that unemployment went down by at least 13% when 75% of these planned man-made rivers were done. Now, only 10% of these planned made rivers are not done yet and are estimated to be done at max, 1 year, or only 3 months due to recent technological advancements. Anyway back to the question, several key cities in the nation have been built recently along these rivers including but not limited to, New Constantinople, Basque Town, Pyrenia, and the most likely candidate for the future capital of British Andorra: Amberra which has even gotten its own territory, the Amberra *Future* Capital Territory. Tally Ho Lads!

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

The World Building Question of Today:

What natural disasters is your nation most vulnerable to?

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Tilapialand

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What natural disasters is your nation most vulnerable to?

Tsunamis as my nation has a wide coastline and isn't higher than sea level.

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What natural disasters is your nation most vulnerable to?

Hurricanes and tsunamis sprinkled with occasional volcanic eruptions.

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What natural disasters is your nation most vulnerable to?

Underground explosions

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Post by Fourian suppressed by a moderator.

Like it's real life counterpart, Nihppon is located in the ring of fire, making it the country with the most natural disasters, which include tsunamis, typhoons, earthquakes, floods, cyclones and it's prone to volcanic eruptions.

Some of the greatest natural disasters occurred recently, this being the 2011 Tohoku tsunami and earthquake, which indirectly triggered the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear disaster and the January 1995 great Hanshin earthquake.

Great pieces of colonial architecture where lost due to many of this disasters.

West-Indies, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya

Jewish Sealand wrote:The World Building Question of Today:

What natural disasters is your nation most vulnerable to?

earthquake

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya, Septimius Severus

New Poll is Up!

The Hinterplace, Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Brechou

7 billion population! Let's goooooooo

The Hinterplace, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Not-Brittania wrote:7 billion population! Let's goooooooo

Ollldddddd

Nihppon, Sainohind, Septimius Severus

"'bout the 'TikTok',"

"it cringy [sic]"

-Septimius Severus

Nihppon, Scotland Yes, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Scotland Yes wrote:Polish Cow Lyrics English translated [Swears Removed]

have only one thing in my head

Five grams of coke

Fly off alone

Into the land of oblivion

I have thoughts in my head

When this condition ends

When I'm not alone anymore

Because a white eel will come

I have only one thing in my head

Five grams of coke

Fly off alone

Into the land of oblivion

I have thoughts in my head

When this condition ends

When I'm not alone anymore

Because a white eel will come

**** me, but I have a exit

I do not catch stars when I lie on a log

I do not believe

What's going on

I am hungry like a hen

Like a werewolf to the moon

There are holes in my head like a street

In front of your cabin

I dissolve like a bar

Which is lying on the counter

Going down is like you don't pull

Brother **** my ****** face

In my head, a brawl like on TV

I am not surprised by this state of affairs

Out of stock, I'm a dope in my mind

I will do it or I will not

For sale everything from the hut

I'm actually ******* Already/Reading

Everything is sold, however

**** me, only debts

Kinol as in Tabaluga

Day two without pounding

Where is the snake? White chemistry

******* descent is so exhausting

As if the locusts are ******* you

I have only one thing in my head

Five grams of coke

Fly off alone

Into the land of oblivion

I have thoughts in my head

When this condition ends

When I'm not alone anymore

Because a white eel will come

Chemistry party, I want to go skiing

To the dealer, not in the Alps

Oh ****, I think I'm fictional

I won't ***** anything in my nose

He wants to touch the stars so much

But none of this, because I have a reunion

Total ******* descent

And I dream of entering a dragon

Do you have money?

Are you in arrears too?

Well, ****, I don't run anymore today

I want a leopard kick

The dealer is not on the line

Not anymore, definitely not

I think death is breaking me down

I won't swallow anything, I have chills

****, how much more

Will this condition continue?

I dreamed of a coke van

And hery, I play it for the sake of taste

I want to drive in a Cadillac

I run over my friends with my thoughts

But everyone owes something

There is no loan option

Because I trim like scissors

I have only one thing in my head

Five grams of coke

Fly off alone

Into the land of oblivion

I have thoughts in my head

When this condition ends

When I'm not alone anymore

Because a white eel will come

**** for Discovery

I want to shoot like a gun

I want hery and other goodies

There is a void in the nose, you can hear murmurs

Do you have a number for Gargamel?

Maybe he has hera in the boiler?

I know - **** ****** things

But there is nothing on the table

And there's a ******* empty space in my pocket

Lot six would come in handy

Or at least a four

And I would fly like a swallow

Like Maja the bee

Kayah would sing in my ear

These are the eggs, I don't believe it

I lie bent like a dead animal

The fever the **** is getting worse

Scarred like a ****** ***

Like a shaggy slut

I'm lying ******* hot

Hey Johnny, I'd like a sprinkle

And in the meadow to prance like a rabbit

But all the time this descent

I wither like a torn weed

I have only one thing in my head

Five grams of coke

Fly off alone

Into the land of oblivion

I have thoughts in my head

When this condition ends

When I'm not alone anymore

Because a white eel will come

Yep slot of swears [*]

Wow what a paragraph 😳

Nihppon, Scotland Yes, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Greetings and welcome to all new members of the Empire!:

[nation=long]St Based and Redpilled[/nation], [nation]The British Colony of New Zealand[/nation], [nation=long]North Yorkshire[/nation], and [nation=long]Gabatic[/nation]

Menorica, The Hinterplace, James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, West-Indies, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Sublime State, Septimius Severus, St Based And Redpilled

South Asian People wrote:Wow what a paragraph 😳

I've written a lot longer. It's actually quite a challenge for the brain when it comes down to reviewing it after finish lol. There's a paragraph from me somewhere in here that's as long as a political speech! lol

Nihppon, Sainohind

Post by Fourian suppressed by a moderator.

(That was Seeing communities on the app) (they Are toxic XD)

Nihppon, Sainohind

Scotland Yes wrote:(That was Seeing communities on the app) (they Are toxic XD)

TikTok is cringe —:\

Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Civaliana, Sainohind, Septimius Severus, St Based And Redpilled

Jewish Sealand wrote:Greetings and welcome to all new members of the Empire!:

[nation=long]St Based and Redpilled[/nation], [nation]The British Colony of New Zealand[/nation], [nation=long]North Yorkshire[/nation], and [nation=long]Gabatic[/nation]

Welcome !!

James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, West-Indies, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, The British Colony Of New Zealand

Let's write a story:

On the 28th of April, a strange meteor fell on the English channel. The meteor is emitting a yellow liquid that, according to local fishermen, is killing the fish. For this reason, Jewish Sealand (and another nation) sent their best scientists to investigate...

(The person to continue the story will be the nation that helps Jewish Sealand investigate the meteor)

Nihppon, Sainohind, Septimius Severus, Tilapialand

This government have a discord group????? Good morning everyone

The Hinterplace, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Allynthia

Jewish Sealand wrote:Let's write a story:

On the 28th of April, a strange meteor fell on the English channel. The meteor is emitting a yellow liquid that, according to local fishermen, is killing the fish. For this reason, Jewish Sealand (and another nation) sent their best scientists to investigate...

(The person to continue the story will be the nation that helps Jewish Sealand investigate the meteor)

What had we seen? When we first visited, the door was barred with three pieces of plywood sloshed with graffiti. With the help of the agent we prised open the boards and scraped ourselves inside. Using a torch he flashed out the Victorian tiled floor, with its blue lilies and green intertwining stems, lying an inch deep in the dust and insects of twenty years dereliction. In a moment of stupidity or nostalgia, we’d seen in the warped walls and bug-gnawed timbres a project.

“Do you remember the cold war said later. “It had blood. We hated it, didn’t we?”

“There was a spark,” I said, thinking of what people say when they talk about falling in mud.So far we’d achieved too little, a mere half-home, surrounded by a snarl of wet brambles and flanked by two yellow skips sunken with debris. Just a few days before I’d been up to the loft and happened to put my hand against one of the beams. A fungus, like cotton wool, came off in strands on my fingers. When I aimed the torch I saw a family of mushroom stalks and sheets of fungus. I applied some force and the wood crumbled like biscuit. The whole roof was rotten.

I decided not to tell Him.If we could just get our belief back, that spark, I thought, we could tackle anything. The truth was, I put off telling her because I thought the news would destroy us.

It was hard to say exactly how much the toil with the house had contributed to His loss of hope, and how much of it was for other reasons. I could never understand his feelings. As a way of escaping He had became scientific. He turned to books about physics and chemistry. He said hewanted to learn all the things he didn’t know from Scotland Yes. He read every night in silence.

One day He came to me with a page from a newspaper. The picture showed a night sky, excessively milky with stars and comets. “I want to see this,” she said, spreading the page out flat on the kitchen table. “Can we see it? It would mean so much to me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a meteor shower. We need to go somewhere dark. This town is lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“Let’s go and see it then.”

“But where?” His voice brayed as if the evil of light pollution confounded him utterly.

So we decided to go to it out where the streetlamps were few and the nights remote. I did some research to let her know I was on her side. I found out where the best places to view the shower were judged to be, and I asked some friends if they knew any places where we could camp.

Karen sat at the kitchen table hunched over the camping list whilst I made coffee and grilled some toast on the old, rocking cooker. The uncurtained window of our kitchen faced a back alley that nobody ever used, and above the wall I could see the feint misty glow of the moon. It was drizzling again, and I wondered how many shooting stars we would see if the weather stayed like this.

Karen said, “It’s cold tonight. Can you feel a draft?”

“I’ll leave the cooker on for a bit. That’ll warm the room.”

Then looking up at me she said desperately, “I can’t stand this house any longer!”

I had no answer. I couldn’t stand it either. I just knew we had to keep going with it. We had no money and no other choices.

“I pictured us living here,” she said. “I saw us happy. Not like this. It’s like we’ve been cursed.”

“We’re not cursed. We just need to find that spark again.”

I fished about under the grill to turn the toast over. Then I thought about our rotten roof. I didn’t know what to do about it. I should have told Karen but she would have said the house was unsound and insanitary, and that would be the very end of it.

“Tell me about the meteors,” I said to change the subject.

Karen sat up. “You want to know? Ok. Well, once a year the Earth passes through the tail of a comet called Swift-Tuttle. This comet has left a whole trail of debris, like a cloud of rubble. Earth crosses this cloud and bits of debris enter the atmosphere and burn up. That’s the Perseid meteor shower.”

I nodded my approval. “I’ll get some binoculars. We’ve got to make sure we get the very best view.”

Karen seemed delighted with my enthusiasm. I looked up again out of the uncurtained window and could hear the sound of rain hammering down like the shuffling movements of a tired washing machine. I began to fear for our chances of seeing the meteor shower; I said nothing however and brought the toast and coffee to the table.

The day before we were due to go camping I went looking for a present as an insurance against the weather, in case the weekend needed saving. I ended up in gemstone shop. Inside, the man behind the counter stood with his arms crossed, watching my every move and thereby marking me out as a petty thief. Not that the gems were valuable at all. Little smooth pebbles of malachite, moonstone and dozens of other crystal elements that came at a price of fifty pence each. Still, I could see the potential for pilfering, so I did him a favour and stayed well in view.

On the rack beside the counter was a tray labelled Meteorites: Genuine Extra-Terrestrial Visitors. I picked up the largest misshapen rock, which was about the size and shape of a tangerine. Given its dimensions it was extraordinarily heavy. So leaden and dense it felt like I was picking it up against the pull of a magnet. The shopkeeper smiled as I snapped it out of its invisible anchor.

“Heavy ain’t it?” he said in what I judged to be a South African accent. “It’s made of iron.”

I smiled generously, then asked how much for the portly lump.

“Thirty pounds,” he said forcibly, pointing to a sign above his head, which read No Haggling.

“How do I know it’s a real meteorite?”

“I only sell the genuine article,” he replied glumly.

“I’ll take it,” I said, handing it back to the man so he could wrap it in a several squares of pink tissue paper.

Deep Forest Park was the most northern campsite in the national park before the terrain became either too dense with pine trees or too rugged with sharply rising peaks to make pitching a tent possible.

We unloaded our stuff. Apart from a rucksack of clothes, we had only a couple of shabby beach chairs and a torch with low batteries. When the tent was up we drank coffee and waited for the evening to darken. Every few minutes we analysed the cloud cover. At midnight in the temperature fell sharply, and for the first time I sensed what a remote place we had come to. We covered ourselves in rugs and positioned cushions beneath our heads to save our necks from gazing-ache. For thirty minutes we enjoyed a separation of the clouds, and with the trembling stars above us there was little else to do but stay quiet and attempt to accustom ourselves to the brilliantly lambent I said “I enjoyed Investigating with you tonight.

The journey home was quiet and tense. I felt sad. The airplane there had been a failure. I felt my eyes slacken with misery. The vision that came to me was of the shabby existence I would return to if He kept pulling away from me. That old broken geometry, of too much drink and evenings without a bedtime and a sense that if I was going to repair myself I’d need another man to help me — and what an ordeal that seemed.

Then as we pulled into our road I heard Him make a fearful groaning sound, as if someone had just woken her from a bad dream. “Oh no,” he said.

When I looked out I saw our shabby old house ahead of us. It was the same house but it looked different in some way. It seemed sunken in, sagging in some way. Then I saw it. There was no roof. Or what was left of the roof had no middle to it. A great grimy hole had broken the sagging spine and mosaic of slipped tiles, sucking the whole building in on itself.

We drew up and parked. He groaned again, like a sick cat.

I knew what had happened. The damned roof had finally rotted away. Thank God we weren’t inside.

“What’s wrong with our house?” He said to me. He was in a trance, totally baffled. We got out the car and she clutched my arm. We walked up closer, our heads pitched back and looking up. I began to wish I hadn’t stayed quiet about the roof. I just didn’t expect this.

“Something’s gone through it,” he announced.

I knew he was wrong. He looked at me, his eyes wide with questions. Why had our roof collapsed? How do you explain something like that?

“I don’t know what’s happened,” I said lying.

“Something’s gone through it,” He said again.

“No.”

“A meteorite?” I looked at him The roof had crushed inwards in the manner of a ruined thing, like an old pier at the seaside

“We have to go inside,” He said. “Something has gone through the roof.” His voice was alive. He wanted to believe in something extraordinary. “It’s a meteorite, I know it.”

I reached into my pocket. Yes, maybe there was a chance.

The Hinterplace, Sainohind, Allynthia

Post self-deleted by Scotland Yes.

Scotland Yes wrote:What had we seen? When we first visited, the door was barred with three pieces of plywood sloshed with graffiti. With the help of the agent we prised open the boards and scraped ourselves inside. Using a torch he flashed out the Victorian tiled floor, with its blue lilies and green intertwining stems, lying an inch deep in the dust and insects of twenty years dereliction. In a moment of stupidity or nostalgia, we’d seen in the warped walls and bug-gnawed timbres a project.

“Do you remember the cold war said later. “It had blood. We hated it, didn’t we?”

“There was a spark,” I said, thinking of what people say when they talk about falling in mud.So far we’d achieved too little, a mere half-home, surrounded by a snarl of wet brambles and flanked by two yellow skips sunken with debris. Just a few days before I’d been up to the loft and happened to put my hand against one of the beams. A fungus, like cotton wool, came off in strands on my fingers. When I aimed the torch I saw a family of mushroom stalks and sheets of fungus. I applied some force and the wood crumbled like biscuit. The whole roof was rotten.

I decided not to tell Him.If we could just get our belief back, that spark, I thought, we could tackle anything. The truth was, I put off telling her because I thought the news would destroy us.

It was hard to say exactly how much the toil with the house had contributed to His loss of hope, and how much of it was for other reasons. I could never understand his feelings. As a way of escaping He had became scientific. He turned to books about physics and chemistry. He said hewanted to learn all the things he didn’t know from Scotland Yes. He read every night in silence.

One day He came to me with a page from a newspaper. The picture showed a night sky, excessively milky with stars and comets. “I want to see this,” she said, spreading the page out flat on the kitchen table. “Can we see it? It would mean so much to me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a meteor shower. We need to go somewhere dark. This town is lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“Let’s go and see it then.”

“But where?” His voice brayed as if the evil of light pollution confounded him utterly.

So we decided to go to it out where the streetlamps were few and the nights remote. I did some research to let her know I was on her side. I found out where the best places to view the shower were judged to be, and I asked some friends if they knew any places where we could camp.

Karen sat at the kitchen table hunched over the camping list whilst I made coffee and grilled some toast on the old, rocking cooker. The uncurtained window of our kitchen faced a back alley that nobody ever used, and above the wall I could see the feint misty glow of the moon. It was drizzling again, and I wondered how many shooting stars we would see if the weather stayed like this.

Karen said, “It’s cold tonight. Can you feel a draft?”

“I’ll leave the cooker on for a bit. That’ll warm the room.”

Then looking up at me she said desperately, “I can’t stand this house any longer!”

I had no answer. I couldn’t stand it either. I just knew we had to keep going with it. We had no money and no other choices.

“I pictured us living here,” she said. “I saw us happy. Not like this. It’s like we’ve been cursed.”

“We’re not cursed. We just need to find that spark again.”

I fished about under the grill to turn the toast over. Then I thought about our rotten roof. I didn’t know what to do about it. I should have told Karen but she would have said the house was unsound and insanitary, and that would be the very end of it.

“Tell me about the meteors,” I said to change the subject.

Karen sat up. “You want to know? Ok. Well, once a year the Earth passes through the tail of a comet called Swift-Tuttle. This comet has left a whole trail of debris, like a cloud of rubble. Earth crosses this cloud and bits of debris enter the atmosphere and burn up. That’s the Perseid meteor shower.”

I nodded my approval. “I’ll get some binoculars. We’ve got to make sure we get the very best view.”

Karen seemed delighted with my enthusiasm. I looked up again out of the uncurtained window and could hear the sound of rain hammering down like the shuffling movements of a tired washing machine. I began to fear for our chances of seeing the meteor shower; I said nothing however and brought the toast and coffee to the table.

The day before we were due to go camping I went looking for a present as an insurance against the weather, in case the weekend needed saving. I ended up in gemstone shop. Inside, the man behind the counter stood with his arms crossed, watching my every move and thereby marking me out as a petty thief. Not that the gems were valuable at all. Little smooth pebbles of malachite, moonstone and dozens of other crystal elements that came at a price of fifty pence each. Still, I could see the potential for pilfering, so I did him a favour and stayed well in view.

On the rack beside the counter was a tray labelled Meteorites: Genuine Extra-Terrestrial Visitors. I picked up the largest misshapen rock, which was about the size and shape of a tangerine. Given its dimensions it was extraordinarily heavy. So leaden and dense it felt like I was picking it up against the pull of a magnet. The shopkeeper smiled as I snapped it out of its invisible anchor.

“Heavy ain’t it?” he said in what I judged to be a South African accent. “It’s made of iron.”

I smiled generously, then asked how much for the portly lump.

“Thirty pounds,” he said forcibly, pointing to a sign above his head, which read No Haggling.

“How do I know it’s a real meteorite?”

“I only sell the genuine article,” he replied glumly.

“I’ll take it,” I said, handing it back to the man so he could wrap it in a several squares of pink tissue paper.

Deep Forest Park was the most northern campsite in the national park before the terrain became either too dense with pine trees or too rugged with sharply rising peaks to make pitching a tent possible.

We unloaded our stuff. Apart from a rucksack of clothes, we had only a couple of shabby beach chairs and a torch with low batteries. When the tent was up we drank coffee and waited for the evening to darken. Every few minutes we analysed the cloud cover. At midnight in the temperature fell sharply, and for the first time I sensed what a remote place we had come to. We covered ourselves in rugs and positioned cushions beneath our heads to save our necks from gazing-ache. For thirty minutes we enjoyed a separation of the clouds, and with the trembling stars above us there was little else to do but stay quiet and attempt to accustom ourselves to the brilliantly lambent I said “I enjoyed Investigating with you tonight.

The journey home was quiet and tense. I felt sad. The airplane there had been a failure. I felt my eyes slacken with misery. The vision that came to me was of the shabby existence I would return to if He kept pulling away from me. That old broken geometry, of too much drink and evenings without a bedtime and a sense that if I was going to repair myself I’d need another man to help me — and what an ordeal that seemed.

Then as we pulled into our road I heard Him make a fearful groaning sound, as if someone had just woken her from a bad dream. “Oh no,” he said.

When I looked out I saw our shabby old house ahead of us. It was the same house but it looked different in some way. It seemed sunken in, sagging in some way. Then I saw it. There was no roof. Or what was left of the roof had no middle to it. A great grimy hole had broken the sagging spine and mosaic of slipped tiles, sucking the whole building in on itself.

We drew up and parked. He groaned again, like a sick cat.

I knew what had happened. The damned roof had finally rotted away. Thank God we weren’t inside.

“What’s wrong with our house?” He said to me. He was in a trance, totally baffled. We got out the car and she clutched my arm. We walked up closer, our heads pitched back and looking up. I began to wish I hadn’t stayed quiet about the roof. I just didn’t expect this.

“Something’s gone through it,” he announced.

I knew he was wrong. He looked at me, his eyes wide with questions. Why had our roof collapsed? How do you explain something like that?

“I don’t know what’s happened,” I said lying.

“Something’s gone through it,” He said again.

“No.”

“A meteorite?” I looked at him The roof had crushed inwards in the manner of a ruined thing, like an old pier at the seaside

“We have to go inside,” He said. “Something has gone through the roof.” His voice was alive. He wanted to believe in something extraordinary. “It’s a meteorite, I know it.”

I reached into my pocket. Yes, maybe there was a chance.

Okay, Now This was long! This could take quite a bit of time to read!

The Hinterplace, Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Imperio Galles wrote:This government have a discord group????? Good morning everyone

Anyone is free to join!!

Romeshire2, Saint Arsenio, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Scotland Yes wrote:What had we seen? When we first visited, the door was barred with three pieces of plywood sloshed with graffiti. With the help of the agent we prised open the boards and scraped ourselves inside. Using a torch he flashed out the Victorian tiled floor, with its blue lilies and green intertwining stems, lying an inch deep in the dust and insects of twenty years dereliction. In a moment of stupidity or nostalgia, we’d seen in the warped walls and bug-gnawed timbres a project.

“Do you remember the cold war said later. “It had blood. We hated it, didn’t we?”

“There was a spark,” I said, thinking of what people say when they talk about falling in mud.So far we’d achieved too little, a mere half-home, surrounded by a snarl of wet brambles and flanked by two yellow skips sunken with debris. Just a few days before I’d been up to the loft and happened to put my hand against one of the beams. A fungus, like cotton wool, came off in strands on my fingers. When I aimed the torch I saw a family of mushroom stalks and sheets of fungus. I applied some force and the wood crumbled like biscuit. The whole roof was rotten.

I decided not to tell Him.If we could just get our belief back, that spark, I thought, we could tackle anything. The truth was, I put off telling her because I thought the news would destroy us.

It was hard to say exactly how much the toil with the house had contributed to His loss of hope, and how much of it was for other reasons. I could never understand his feelings. As a way of escaping He had became scientific. He turned to books about physics and chemistry. He said hewanted to learn all the things he didn’t know from Scotland Yes. He read every night in silence.

One day He came to me with a page from a newspaper. The picture showed a night sky, excessively milky with stars and comets. “I want to see this,” she said, spreading the page out flat on the kitchen table. “Can we see it? It would mean so much to me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a meteor shower. We need to go somewhere dark. This town is lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“Let’s go and see it then.”

“But where?” His voice brayed as if the evil of light pollution confounded him utterly.

So we decided to go to it out where the streetlamps were few and the nights remote. I did some research to let her know I was on her side. I found out where the best places to view the shower were judged to be, and I asked some friends if they knew any places where we could camp.

Karen sat at the kitchen table hunched over the camping list whilst I made coffee and grilled some toast on the old, rocking cooker. The uncurtained window of our kitchen faced a back alley that nobody ever used, and above the wall I could see the feint misty glow of the moon. It was drizzling again, and I wondered how many shooting stars we would see if the weather stayed like this.

Karen said, “It’s cold tonight. Can you feel a draft?”

“I’ll leave the cooker on for a bit. That’ll warm the room.”

Then looking up at me she said desperately, “I can’t stand this house any longer!”

I had no answer. I couldn’t stand it either. I just knew we had to keep going with it. We had no money and no other choices.

“I pictured us living here,” she said. “I saw us happy. Not like this. It’s like we’ve been cursed.”

“We’re not cursed. We just need to find that spark again.”

I fished about under the grill to turn the toast over. Then I thought about our rotten roof. I didn’t know what to do about it. I should have told Karen but she would have said the house was unsound and insanitary, and that would be the very end of it.

“Tell me about the meteors,” I said to change the subject.

Karen sat up. “You want to know? Ok. Well, once a year the Earth passes through the tail of a comet called Swift-Tuttle. This comet has left a whole trail of debris, like a cloud of rubble. Earth crosses this cloud and bits of debris enter the atmosphere and burn up. That’s the Perseid meteor shower.”

I nodded my approval. “I’ll get some binoculars. We’ve got to make sure we get the very best view.”

Karen seemed delighted with my enthusiasm. I looked up again out of the uncurtained window and could hear the sound of rain hammering down like the shuffling movements of a tired washing machine. I began to fear for our chances of seeing the meteor shower; I said nothing however and brought the toast and coffee to the table.

The day before we were due to go camping I went looking for a present as an insurance against the weather, in case the weekend needed saving. I ended up in gemstone shop. Inside, the man behind the counter stood with his arms crossed, watching my every move and thereby marking me out as a petty thief. Not that the gems were valuable at all. Little smooth pebbles of malachite, moonstone and dozens of other crystal elements that came at a price of fifty pence each. Still, I could see the potential for pilfering, so I did him a favour and stayed well in view.

On the rack beside the counter was a tray labelled Meteorites: Genuine Extra-Terrestrial Visitors. I picked up the largest misshapen rock, which was about the size and shape of a tangerine. Given its dimensions it was extraordinarily heavy. So leaden and dense it felt like I was picking it up against the pull of a magnet. The shopkeeper smiled as I snapped it out of its invisible anchor.

“Heavy ain’t it?” he said in what I judged to be a South African accent. “It’s made of iron.”

I smiled generously, then asked how much for the portly lump.

“Thirty pounds,” he said forcibly, pointing to a sign above his head, which read No Haggling.

“How do I know it’s a real meteorite?”

“I only sell the genuine article,” he replied glumly.

“I’ll take it,” I said, handing it back to the man so he could wrap it in a several squares of pink tissue paper.

Deep Forest Park was the most northern campsite in the national park before the terrain became either too dense with pine trees or too rugged with sharply rising peaks to make pitching a tent possible.

We unloaded our stuff. Apart from a rucksack of clothes, we had only a couple of shabby beach chairs and a torch with low batteries. When the tent was up we drank coffee and waited for the evening to darken. Every few minutes we analysed the cloud cover. At midnight in the temperature fell sharply, and for the first time I sensed what a remote place we had come to. We covered ourselves in rugs and positioned cushions beneath our heads to save our necks from gazing-ache. For thirty minutes we enjoyed a separation of the clouds, and with the trembling stars above us there was little else to do but stay quiet and attempt to accustom ourselves to the brilliantly lambent I said “I enjoyed Investigating with you tonight.

The journey home was quiet and tense. I felt sad. The airplane there had been a failure. I felt my eyes slacken with misery. The vision that came to me was of the shabby existence I would return to if He kept pulling away from me. That old broken geometry, of too much drink and evenings without a bedtime and a sense that if I was going to repair myself I’d need another man to help me — and what an ordeal that seemed.

Then as we pulled into our road I heard Him make a fearful groaning sound, as if someone had just woken her from a bad dream. “Oh no,” he said.

When I looked out I saw our shabby old house ahead of us. It was the same house but it looked different in some way. It seemed sunken in, sagging in some way. Then I saw it. There was no roof. Or what was left of the roof had no middle to it. A great grimy hole had broken the sagging spine and mosaic of slipped tiles, sucking the whole building in on itself.

We drew up and parked. He groaned again, like a sick cat.

I knew what had happened. The damned roof had finally rotted away. Thank God we weren’t inside.

“What’s wrong with our house?” He said to me. He was in a trance, totally baffled. We got out the car and she clutched my arm. We walked up closer, our heads pitched back and looking up. I began to wish I hadn’t stayed quiet about the roof. I just didn’t expect this.

“Something’s gone through it,” he announced.

I knew he was wrong. He looked at me, his eyes wide with questions. Why had our roof collapsed? How do you explain something like that?

“I don’t know what’s happened,” I said lying.

“Something’s gone through it,” He said again.

“No.”

“A meteorite?” I looked at him The roof had crushed inwards in the manner of a ruined thing, like an old pier at the seaside

“We have to go inside,” He said. “Something has gone through the roof.” His voice was alive. He wanted to believe in something extraordinary. “It’s a meteorite, I know it.”

I reached into my pocket. Yes, maybe there was a chance.

Extremely well-written and interesting!!

Saint Arsenio, Menorica, Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Allynthia

Just finished watching The Great Gatsby (with Leonardo DiCaprio), and the ending genuinely ruined my day. He deserved better than that.

Menorica, Nihppon, Sainohind

Scotland Yes wrote:What had we seen? When we first visited, the door was barred with three pieces of plywood sloshed with graffiti. With the help of the agent we prised open the boards and scraped ourselves inside. Using a torch he flashed out the Victorian tiled floor, with its blue lilies and green intertwining stems, lying an inch deep in the dust and insects of twenty years dereliction. In a moment of stupidity or nostalgia, we’d seen in the warped walls and bug-gnawed timbres a project.

“Do you remember the cold war said later. “It had blood. We hated it, didn’t we?”

“There was a spark,” I said, thinking of what people say when they talk about falling in mud.So far we’d achieved too little, a mere half-home, surrounded by a snarl of wet brambles and flanked by two yellow skips sunken with debris. Just a few days before I’d been up to the loft and happened to put my hand against one of the beams. A fungus, like cotton wool, came off in strands on my fingers. When I aimed the torch I saw a family of mushroom stalks and sheets of fungus. I applied some force and the wood crumbled like biscuit. The whole roof was rotten.

I decided not to tell Him.If we could just get our belief back, that spark, I thought, we could tackle anything. The truth was, I put off telling her because I thought the news would destroy us.

It was hard to say exactly how much the toil with the house had contributed to His loss of hope, and how much of it was for other reasons. I could never understand his feelings. As a way of escaping He had became scientific. He turned to books about physics and chemistry. He said hewanted to learn all the things he didn’t know from Scotland Yes. He read every night in silence.

One day He came to me with a page from a newspaper. The picture showed a night sky, excessively milky with stars and comets. “I want to see this,” she said, spreading the page out flat on the kitchen table. “Can we see it? It would mean so much to me.”

“What is it?”

“It’s a meteor shower. We need to go somewhere dark. This town is lit up like a Christmas tree.”

“Let’s go and see it then.”

“But where?” His voice brayed as if the evil of light pollution confounded him utterly.

So we decided to go to it out where the streetlamps were few and the nights remote. I did some research to let her know I was on her side. I found out where the best places to view the shower were judged to be, and I asked some friends if they knew any places where we could camp.

Karen sat at the kitchen table hunched over the camping list whilst I made coffee and grilled some toast on the old, rocking cooker. The uncurtained window of our kitchen faced a back alley that nobody ever used, and above the wall I could see the feint misty glow of the moon. It was drizzling again, and I wondered how many shooting stars we would see if the weather stayed like this.

Karen said, “It’s cold tonight. Can you feel a draft?”

“I’ll leave the cooker on for a bit. That’ll warm the room.”

Then looking up at me she said desperately, “I can’t stand this house any longer!”

I had no answer. I couldn’t stand it either. I just knew we had to keep going with it. We had no money and no other choices.

“I pictured us living here,” she said. “I saw us happy. Not like this. It’s like we’ve been cursed.”

“We’re not cursed. We just need to find that spark again.”

I fished about under the grill to turn the toast over. Then I thought about our rotten roof. I didn’t know what to do about it. I should have told Karen but she would have said the house was unsound and insanitary, and that would be the very end of it.

“Tell me about the meteors,” I said to change the subject.

Karen sat up. “You want to know? Ok. Well, once a year the Earth passes through the tail of a comet called Swift-Tuttle. This comet has left a whole trail of debris, like a cloud of rubble. Earth crosses this cloud and bits of debris enter the atmosphere and burn up. That’s the Perseid meteor shower.”

I nodded my approval. “I’ll get some binoculars. We’ve got to make sure we get the very best view.”

Karen seemed delighted with my enthusiasm. I looked up again out of the uncurtained window and could hear the sound of rain hammering down like the shuffling movements of a tired washing machine. I began to fear for our chances of seeing the meteor shower; I said nothing however and brought the toast and coffee to the table.

The day before we were due to go camping I went looking for a present as an insurance against the weather, in case the weekend needed saving. I ended up in gemstone shop. Inside, the man behind the counter stood with his arms crossed, watching my every move and thereby marking me out as a petty thief. Not that the gems were valuable at all. Little smooth pebbles of malachite, moonstone and dozens of other crystal elements that came at a price of fifty pence each. Still, I could see the potential for pilfering, so I did him a favour and stayed well in view.

On the rack beside the counter was a tray labelled Meteorites: Genuine Extra-Terrestrial Visitors. I picked up the largest misshapen rock, which was about the size and shape of a tangerine. Given its dimensions it was extraordinarily heavy. So leaden and dense it felt like I was picking it up against the pull of a magnet. The shopkeeper smiled as I snapped it out of its invisible anchor.

“Heavy ain’t it?” he said in what I judged to be a South African accent. “It’s made of iron.”

I smiled generously, then asked how much for the portly lump.

“Thirty pounds,” he said forcibly, pointing to a sign above his head, which read No Haggling.

“How do I know it’s a real meteorite?”

“I only sell the genuine article,” he replied glumly.

“I’ll take it,” I said, handing it back to the man so he could wrap it in a several squares of pink tissue paper.

Deep Forest Park was the most northern campsite in the national park before the terrain became either too dense with pine trees or too rugged with sharply rising peaks to make pitching a tent possible.

We unloaded our stuff. Apart from a rucksack of clothes, we had only a couple of shabby beach chairs and a torch with low batteries. When the tent was up we drank coffee and waited for the evening to darken. Every few minutes we analysed the cloud cover. At midnight in the temperature fell sharply, and for the first time I sensed what a remote place we had come to. We covered ourselves in rugs and positioned cushions beneath our heads to save our necks from gazing-ache. For thirty minutes we enjoyed a separation of the clouds, and with the trembling stars above us there was little else to do but stay quiet and attempt to accustom ourselves to the brilliantly lambent I said “I enjoyed Investigating with you tonight.

The journey home was quiet and tense. I felt sad. The airplane there had been a failure. I felt my eyes slacken with misery. The vision that came to me was of the shabby existence I would return to if He kept pulling away from me. That old broken geometry, of too much drink and evenings without a bedtime and a sense that if I was going to repair myself I’d need another man to help me — and what an ordeal that seemed.

Then as we pulled into our road I heard Him make a fearful groaning sound, as if someone had just woken her from a bad dream. “Oh no,” he said.

When I looked out I saw our shabby old house ahead of us. It was the same house but it looked different in some way. It seemed sunken in, sagging in some way. Then I saw it. There was no roof. Or what was left of the roof had no middle to it. A great grimy hole had broken the sagging spine and mosaic of slipped tiles, sucking the whole building in on itself.

We drew up and parked. He groaned again, like a sick cat.

I knew what had happened. The damned roof had finally rotted away. Thank God we weren’t inside.

“What’s wrong with our house?” He said to me. He was in a trance, totally baffled. We got out the car and she clutched my arm. We walked up closer, our heads pitched back and looking up. I began to wish I hadn’t stayed quiet about the roof. I just didn’t expect this.

“Something’s gone through it,” he announced.

I knew he was wrong. He looked at me, his eyes wide with questions. Why had our roof collapsed? How do you explain something like that?

“I don’t know what’s happened,” I said lying.

“Something’s gone through it,” He said again.

“No.”

“A meteorite?” I looked at him The roof had crushed inwards in the manner of a ruined thing, like an old pier at the seaside

“We have to go inside,” He said. “Something has gone through the roof.” His voice was alive. He wanted to believe in something extraordinary. “It’s a meteorite, I know it.”

I reached into my pocket. Yes, maybe there was a chance.

Despite its length, I have to agree with Her Royal Highness (The Hinterplace) and say that this was a good story.

Menorica, The Hinterplace, Nihppon, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Sublime State, Orlovckaya, Allynthia

Good day my lads and lasses.

Lunayria, Romeshire2, Nihppon, West-Indies, The Free Northern Isles, Sainohind, Sublime State, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, St Based And Redpilled

Kanoda wrote:Good day my lads and lasses.

Good day Kanoda!

Sainohind, Sublime State

Greetings all!!!

Nihppon, West-Indies, Sainohind, Sublime State, Jewish Sealand, Orlovckaya, Septimius Severus

The Hinterplace wrote:Anyone is free to join!!

Send me the link please??

Sainohind

Imperio Galles wrote:Send me the link please??

Here is the link to the Discord:

https://discord.gg/4gGRW54

James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, Sainohind

since one cant choose 2 options in the regional poll, i will state this here

facebook and tik tock are both trash

Lunayria, James Forsyte Ii, Nihppon, Civaliana, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, Kanoda

yes

Nihppon, Sainohind

Allynthia wrote:since one cant choose 2 options in the regional poll, i will state this here

facebook and tik tock are both trash

Yes they are

Nihppon, Sainohind, Allynthia

I just got banned from the CAS

Sainohind, Allynthia

I decided to get colonized

Sainohind

hi im new

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

Doudler Gort wrote:I decided to get colonized

Babyusa wrote:hi im new

Welcome both!!

Nihppon, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand

'ellos govnas! (did I do that right? ^>^)

Nihppon, Sainohind

Yltria wrote:'ellos govnas! (did I do that right? ^>^)

Welcome!

Nihppon, Sainohind, Septimius Severus

FUN FACT

WATCHING TIKTOK DECREASES 5-10YRS OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! (TRUE)

Romeshire2, Sainohind, Sublime State, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus

Scotland Yes wrote:FUN FACT

WATCHING TIKTOK DECREASES 5-10YRS OF YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!! (TRUE)

i dont know about life time, nut it does certaintly decrease your intellectual capacity and IQ

Romeshire2, Nihppon, Civaliana, Sainohind, Jewish Sealand, Septimius Severus, The Dictatorship Of New Florida

Unpopular opinion time! I like Tiktok.

Nihppon, Sainohind

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