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Post by Corgivale suppressed by Pantsville.

Corgivale

Also, do we roleplay here or in discord? I ask this due to the unfortunate fact that I can not get discord

Earthern Alliance

Please do not double post, instead edit your first message

Earthern Alliance, Kukana

Post by Corgivale suppressed by Pantsville.

Corgivale

I apologize

Earthern Alliance

Anyway, if we roleplay here, do we do it in Nationstates or do we do it in Disord?

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

my man did you not read what I just said

Corgivale wrote:Anyway, if we roleplay here, do we do it in Nationstates or do we do it in Disord?

most of the RP is in the discord

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Well, that's inconvenient, I unfortunately cannot get Discord

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Corgivale wrote:Well, that's inconvenient, I unfortunately cannot get Discord

Welcome to Lands End!

You can roleplay in the RMB, but you may need to find some other members to do it with (also, as Pantsville already pointed out, please edit your messages instead of posting more).

Earthern Alliance, Schabinur

I'm sorry for being a nuisance. Also thank you

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Corgivale wrote:I'm sorry for being a nuisance. Also thank you

Its okay, it normally takes people a while to get used to certain rules.

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

[B] Spokanite broadcast [/B]

The Arsto POWs sit, tied up.

A Spokanite man speaks,

“This is the ship the Redeemer, and we’re here to say, for every 12 hours the Arstoskianan government does not fulfill the requests, one POW dies. It has been 12 hours as of the initial request, so…”

The Spokanite man pulls out a gun, dragging an POW off screen. A gunshot sounds throughout the entire ship.

The Spokanite man returns, blood on his hands, and casually wipes it off his shirt.

“12 more hours, my Arstoskianan Friends, or you lose another brother.”

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Arstotskiano, Schabinur

Chapter 33: (Chapter 9: Operation Iceberg: Battle of Redmond)

A flicker of light snubbed from my mouth as I sat under a barren roof. It seemed to be a store, once filled with goods and trinkets, now a post for the brave 22nd Sea Battalion. It had been a week since the landing at Gearthart, a fierce and angry day that is true, but one gone from my sight like all days now.

Since that battle, we have pushed and pushed. From what I heard, Freder had landed a party near Oysterville, with our guns using the tip of a long beach to prevent enemy reinforcement from Tokeland as we moved north towards this city of Redmond.

Five days we marched.

Five days we bled.

Five days.

A lot can change in five days. From where we were just moments ago, a city they called Astoria. Now ground to feverish dreams of solitude. It was almost unthinkable that it fell without much of a fight, true, but where I stand now I do not know.

Redmond is a strange place. Up the columbia river, we stand at the battle ground now. Five days ago we faced a foe who did not have the time or understanding of what we were, but now they equal us in all but numbers. Time is not kind. I should know. For when we marched on Redmond my brothers were attacked.

Luxer, oh that boy…I remember him. Near castle rock, he yelled “Awaken the Iron!” and then. Nothing. For when I looked next the boy's brains spilled out onto the dirt road and the men around him panicked like children, each screaming out as they ran from their positions. Cowards. They all should have been shot.

For a day we held that position. It took the Tussian 1st Amphibious Armored Division to come to our aid and push back whatever so-called counter attack stood in our way. Those boys, in their storm-like uniform and blood crimson caps. One, I forget the name, said they landed in Tillamook just south of us. Since the beachhead expanded past the original zone, Kath, Borelian, Tussian…so many boys were being brought in I could not tell who was who if it was not for the uniform. That boy would stick with me, his face…despite how unmemorable it was, it was the spirit in his voice. “We just arrived and we are ready to give them hell!” He said.

Oh, he did not know.

For when the first charge started, that boy made it almost a yard before he too spilt unnecessary blood across native ground.

But, like so much in the meat grinder, we managed and we moved. Despite how tragic this part of the story was for Rikor, wellÂ…myself, did it matter to be retold?

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Hello

Deims Kir, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Pantsville, Nuva Jerseya, Laestersand

Post by Uwu Owo 240 suppressed by a moderator.

Hi

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Pantsville, Laestersand

Chapter 34: (Chapter 10: Patrol of Altoona Navy Heights)

“Patrol Halt!” I called to my companions, my hand moving to the pistol holstered next to my belt.

Each responded without comment, falling silent as they reined their mind into quietness. A quietness that brought the distant calls of work groups nearly two kilometers behind us, but save for that, the only sound was the creaking of the trunks in the wind and the thump of old branch loads in the trees.

An eerie and uncomfortable silence.

The others caught the scent too, exhaling sharply as the stomping warnings came in the wind from the north east, behind us and from the right.

“That’s towards the diggers…” Exclaimed one, turning around to look back along the trail we forged through the wood.

"Has something circled around us?” Suggested another, pulling free her rifle.

“Or coming down the east shoulder…” I replied.

The men were frightful, with Accadis drawing attention to her unease as a warning. I could feel her pulling, straining to take us towards the scent.

“Bear arms!” I told the others, taking out my pistol. “Colbric, take the lead. Take three back east of the work group, we’ll put ourselves between them and whatever is coming.”

We fell behind in rustic trunks before us. To each man I commanded, around five or six, we walked in a single file angel away from the original route and into the old stretch of forest. The trees were like castles in their girth, even the banner Accadis carried did not touch the lowest tree branch.

Their agitation wore on. We had no way of knowing the sunÂ’s position from our view in the trees, and we were coming close to midday when ahead there erupted an awful shrieking of birds and the monstrous growl of man.

“RAGH!” I called out as my pistol shot one after another. I did not know, or could not, if this was the final stand I would make. My pistol, embellished with angel wings and engraved with scriptures of faith, fired again and again, letting out the voice of lighting and the laughter of Gods as each round sunk into a spokanite soldier.

From my eye, Accadis stood firm, her pistol gunning down two, maybe three men before Awestien pulled his sword from spine blades, cutting the shoulders and rump of easily three or four men before raking out the guts of a man who rushed our standard.

My eyes left them, staring down at the right as a single blow left our fellow Larel, coughing in reaction. His pale skin struggled to remain still, rounded with flesh so shredded, skin laid in flaps. The other side of his side laid a glistening red.

For our loss, their furrow in the wood led away in screaming corpses. The blood of the beast. It was difficult to say what had left tracks, but most have been a real nasty laughter of savage monsters.

Six shots in all, that was what I fired before a man rushed behind me, he shouted to us in the rear, “For the King!” He yelled, slowing little in running.

I lowered my head as my men rushed behind him, following this would be a soldier for some sense of glory.

But me? I sat in stillness as the quiet tranquil nature returned. Where the trees collapsed, I saw the broken great beast, limited by the beams of sunlight entering the castle's great walls. I glanced back. If a slain person is found lying in the open country in the land, what do I do? Their yoke laid now with the slain of a city after city, and now in their great natural beauties? Before me, the judges stared back. Their lifeless eyes, each telling me what I did was wrong or what was correct. I thought I was going to be sick, but before my body could react I had to speak to the thousand eyes judging me.

“I might have been wrong..”

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Tel Aviv-Leon wrote:Hello

Why hello

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Laestersand

Nuva Jerseya wrote:Why hello

He's greeting us all. It's common for new nations to say hello.

Earthern Alliance, Schabinur, Nuva Jerseya

Nuva Jerseya wrote:Why hello

how are you?

Earthern Alliance

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Imperial Biggonian News

27/08/2022

Zakariya Gruber publishes the Atkeaist manifesto

A lull of fighting in the Biggonian Civil War has allowed a far-right soldier fighting for the Biggonian Commonwealth, Zakariya Gruber, to finally secure enough investment to publish his book, The Atkeaist Manifesto. Atkeaist roughly derives from the Latinisation of the Biggonian word for self reliance. The ideology gets this name because it supports the assertion of national independence and economic autarky, in order to preserve a nation's culture and sovereignty.

The book projects an account of how the gradual shift towards globalisation from across the world has eroded the cultures and independence of nations across the world, drawing on several examples of poorer countries which have been exploited by richer ones after they left themselves open to the international community.

The book then goes on to describe how attempts at national assertion has been frustrated by both the societal elites and the exploiters, who will use any trick available to them to prevent this. Therefore, Zakariya says, if electoral effort seems futile because of factors acting against you, then the only solution to save the nation is to begin an armed insurgency. According to the author, the silent majority who secretly sympathise with your plight will, over the course of a protracted campaign, take up arms to overthrow the supposedly corrupt and globalist government.

Although many prominent critics and political figures in Biggonia have immediately decried the book as xenophobic, it appears to have gained an alarming level of popularity amongst Biggonians from both the Commonwealth and Empire. Many believe that regardless of who wins the Biggonian civil war, Atkeaism will influence Biggonia for the forseeable future.

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Voidborneempire

Tel Aviv-Leon wrote:how are you?

Good. Sorry had personal things that needed to be attached to

Earthern Alliance

RIP RMB

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Schabinur

Chapter 35: (Chapter 11: Operation Iceberg: Battle of Morton)

From around the campfire, a sudden unease took hold of the men. Each was a soldier of the 175th infantry. Now, they sit as brothers. Every soldier in the kingdom had sworn to uphold their loyalty to King Adam, at the start of his commission, they were no exception. When orders flew out, the army came to a halt as a crashing din of heels brought sword. Giants in metal, assembling for war had come upon their land, their home, and their king.

For even in their uniform, identical, precise, and composed, they sat as mere people. For, in their group, a hush of silence was a whisper to them as before the fire, the squad waited, for tomorrow, none of them doubted the war would continue and they would be sent to fight.

One took a swig from a metal tin, a ritual men in war find so appealing and would continue to re-pledge again and again. Soldiers do love their rituals.

And with that swing, the man looked to his fellows and began to sing a hard song, one of their history and one of their faith, a song his fellows would join in as the waving flames made it clear of their fate.

“Michael Simmons was lost at sea

Along with a Hansan company

Their powder caught under fierce attack

The king never got his emeralds back

They're down, downed, and drowned

Downed and drowned and never found!

The Royal Charter in Columbia bay

One of 200 lost that day

Miners' pockets filled with gold

Dragged them down to the ocean cold

They're down, downed, and drowned

Downed and drowned and never found

They're down, drowned in the depths below

Where the sun don't shine and the winds don't blow

And the timbers crack and the mainstay fails

We'll all find peace wrapped within our sails…”

Their voices stood, as they took their oath of the moment. When the men laughed and cheered, unknown of the figures approaching them suddenly. For when one turned to look, his eyes met a hushed whisper. For in their individual action, a man in black sood above him. His eyes were green in shaded glasses, with his face covered in a mask of crimson red.

Even with the crested helm, the spokanite soldier could only let out a sudden scream as in his shoulder, a shovel slammed into his shoulder, cropping the frame with a vicious affliction as blood streamed and run down the large open cut before the figure slammed his boot into the poor manÂ’s chest, ripping the shovel out.

The others stared, taken aback as one scrambled. As he ran in his accursed mutiny, a loud bang rang out as another figure stepped from the bush. The night was dark, apart from the colored glow of flashing light as the sudden cock of a shotgun blew away the poor soldier.

So goes the silence in war.

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Hello there we are the welch society I hope I am welcome here

Deims Kir, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Nuva Jerseya

Post by Welch Society suppressed by Chocolatistan.

Welch Society

I wonder when season 3 is coming out?

Earthern Alliance

Welch Society wrote:I wonder when season 3 is coming out?

Please do not double post, edit your message instead (it's a general rule to prevent spam).

I do not know when season 3 of the cards will come out, no one knows (at least not someone in a position to tell it if they did). You could look up this thread for more information: https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=42&t=515336&start=675. I'm also waiting to get my own card:)

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Schabinur

Hmm ok

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Post self-deleted by Pantsville.

Good afternoon everyone.

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Pantsville, Libereausia

Artevenia for WA Delegate

Hello everyone, I, Artevenia, am campaigning for WA Delegate. I have previous experience in Lands End leadership, having served four terms as Chief Personnel Officer.

Now, I plan to bring my leadership further. As WA Delegate, I plan to maximize regional influence, approve and vote on WA resolutions, and turn around our WA membership numbers.

All I ask for is your endorsement. Endorsing me is easy. Simply click Artevenia, and then scroll down and click "Endorse Artevenia"

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Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Artevenia wrote:

Artevenia for WA Delegate

~~

Now, I plan to bring my leadership further. As WA Delegate, I plan to maximize regional influence, approve and vote on WA resolutions, and turn around our WA membership numbers.

~~

I think maximizing regional influence and increasing the WA membership numbers is something that every WA Delegate tries to do. In practice however, it's easier said than done. What is your actual plan to do it? Do you have an idea to do it more succesfully that other (potential) WA Delegates?

Deims Kir, Biggonian Megaist Empire, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Schabinur

Hello, I know IÂ’m new, however, I log on every day and would like to be a secretary or treasury. Viceroy would be nice.

Deims Kir, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Post by East Fecus Ryo suppressed by Pantsville.

East Fecus Ryo

Pls

Please do not double post, instead edit your previous message

Deims Kir, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

East Fecus Ryo wrote:Hello, I know IÂ’m new, however, I log on every day and would like to be a secretary or treasury. Viceroy would be nice.

Welcome to our region!

I suggest you become a Shareholder of Lands End, then you can vote in elections and you can also run for positions yourself. You can find the instructions here: https://www.nationstates.net/page=dispatch/id=1308022#shareholderstatus. You can find more information about the region under 'Lands End' in the top right corner of your screen.

Deims Kir, Biggonian Megaist Empire, Earthern Alliance, Schabinur, Pantsville

hello

Deims Kir, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Lathe Firand wrote:hello

welcome

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Hi guys, I'm back. Do any of you remember me?

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Pantsville

Yo. It's been nearly 5 years. Bonnie Blue Republic and a few others may remember me. Probably not tho.

Hooseria Magna, Biggonian Megaist Empire, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Serdtgyu wrote:Hi guys, I'm back. Do any of you remember me?

I remember you. I don't know much about you besides your name though.

Torranta wrote:Yo. It's been nearly 5 years. Bonnie Blue Republic and a few others may remember me. Probably not tho.

Welcome back! (I haven't been around for long enough to remember you)

Hooseria Magna, Biggonian Megaist Empire, Earthern Alliance

Yea I held a few positions here for a while before I left. If I remember correctly I was pretty immature when leaving and in my interactions in the region afterwards, but hey that's middle school for ya.

Hooseria Magna, Biggonian Megaist Empire, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Torranta wrote:Yo. It's been nearly 5 years. Bonnie Blue Republic and a few others may remember me. Probably not tho.

I do indeed remember you. Then again, remembering the past is basically what I do here, if I'm honest.

Welcome back.

Torranta, South-Central Rhodesia, Deims Kir, Hooseria Magna, Biggonian Megaist Empire, Micalandia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Torranta wrote:Yea I held a few positions here for a while before I left. If I remember correctly I was pretty immature when leaving and in my interactions in the region afterwards, but hey that's middle school for ya.

welcome back! my name the rootin tootin cowboy of lands end, but you can call me Kathricore ♪(┌・。・)┌┏(・o・)┛♪┗ (・o・) ┓ im gonna cha cha real smooth before bonnie bashes my head in with another argument about Stonewall Jackson on the famed lands end discord Dont forget to join and see all the wacky and hilarious hijinks Kath and the gang get up to weekly only on Disney Channel: https://discord.com/invite/rNY5vcJ

Hooseria Magna, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Pantsville

Kathricore wrote:welcome back! my name the rootin tootin cowboy of lands end, but you can call me Kathricore ♪(┌・。・)┌┏(・o・)┛♪┗ (・o・) ┓ im gonna cha cha real smooth before bonnie bashes my head in with another argument about Stonewall Jackson on the famed lands end discord Dont forget to join and see all the wacky and hilarious hijinks Kath and the gang get up to weekly only on Disney Channel: https://discord.com/invite/rNY5vcJ

This is 1000% true

Hooseria Magna, Earthern Alliance

Chapter 36: (Chapter 12: First Battle of the Skagit River)

"Dear, Alrith,

I expect you will wonder why I have not written for some time. This is my first letter to you since my assignment to the Seltsa last month. It was a journey, let me tell you. Some men do not understand what it means to leave home. It is the right day of the month and I still have received no word from anyone about our course now.

I am kind of beginning to wonder a little bit. These Spokanites are new people to me, something I have not seen before in my life. Precarious indeed. Though, it may amuse you to know the adventures I have been through. Some I cannot tell, those memories linger like a thorn to me. Others, I gladly tell to put a smile on a weary face.

Since we departed a place called Bantarton, we were delighted, though be it for a time.

Upon this time, the men were able to visit a tranquil place. I do not recall if it had a name, many of these places are just one word to these people. A sign from their God that they are forever grateful. Do not tell your father that last part, a man such as him could never question other cultures.

Regardless, it will linger in my mind till this day. The majesty it commands. I recall that beauty, how the song of birds drowned out any truth of conflict. I almost forgot why we were there. Not long ago we were walking through muddy villages to end this war by the new year.

How time has changed.

From those same fishing huts, I remember being knee deep in shallow pits. It took us nearly three days to even break out of that pocket. I would be willing to forgive it, if it was not for the stench. I could not tell if it was the fish left behind by scared villagers or the men the first wave killed. It amazed me how someplace so vile turned into a sprawling valley. I could say I have seen it all.

The river valley was like a giantÂ’s tomb. The timber was so tall, they rivaled the ones we called in the highlands. The water was a sky lit blue, it reminds of your eyes. The waves crashed against rock and dirt, it shined and waved, it was at peace. Even as our ankle boots disturbed it, I found beauty in that scene. The sight was something.

That was before we reached Upio. It was some place in this beautiful valley that for some reason needed to be cleared. Who, in their right mind, could make such an awful war in a place like this?

These questions lingered in my mind, though they did not last long. We came at an awful time. The downpour from the north had managed to limit much of the heavy equipment from being brought up. In this area, a monastery had been lit alight for nearly three months.

A stubborn dugout, but those Spokanites held on.

Our officer commanded the fourteenth after landing near Oysterville on the peninsula. During those first few days, as painful as it is to remember, we were ambushed near Altoonia, a place the locals call the Naval Heights, as we were being sent to resupply and reinforce the twenty-ninth which had been stationed there since the summer campaign began.

Despite how hard we fought, he was wounded. I saw his face. What was left after the heavy bombardment. We knew he was not going to make it. On days like these, you give peace to them. That is all you can do.

There were four others who were killed. They were young. One barely eighteen. Some were lucky, it comforts me they were sent home. I just wonder if they too will look on these days, which could be my last, with honor or horror.

That is for the future to say.

Even as we marched towards Rose Valley again, I saw those soldiers come down. The ones we were meant to replace. You could tell from their faces how they felt. Were they broken? Or were they just tired?

For days, they climbed that mountain of corpses. All around this stubborn expanse, the machinery, which we rightfully believed would end the war quickly, took hill after hill, town after town until we reached the Skagit River.

It was dotten in post-colonial wonders, birthed as garrison depots for those old governmental powers, and made strong points for the Spokanites. We didn't realize it at first, but the first shot of this battle would change the world we knew. It amazed me how a shell, nearly as large as my torso, could bust through the bastions which were once impregnable just decades ago, and yet, could not end this madness.

Those weapons stood meaningless.

In this downpour, the rock and earth became mud. It slurred down the hillside and crashed into whatever was in the way. For weeks they had crews clear the rubble from the landslide. Many poor boys trapped under overturned wagons and heavy mounds of dirt.

By the time it dried, which was only for a few brief days, it was too soft for anything to pass. Machines could not bring heavy equipment, and even teams of men could not march for long without one or two sinking down from the soft layer and into a slurry of mud.

Despite all that, this river was an affront for our commanders. Ever moment they spoke, it gave some divine credit to it. As if whatever god or demon they worshiped there, was in fact protecting it from the “world's greatest” industry.

To them, it stood in the way of progress, but could it really be gained without needless bloodshed? For three months it held out to those guns. What was once a temple was now ruble, and we were expected to take it. It was a strain on everyoneÂ’s nerves. Just the idea. Then again, the only comforts we have are being sent home if the worst comes.

As dismal as that may be to say, the moment we replaced those poor boys, we were placed under fire. The new officer, a former staff officer from the northern front, was brought in. I could see the fire in his eyes, glory was what he wanted.

They were used to the violence.

To them this fortress, a word I could not see any truth in, became a symbol for them. The river was their baston against our evil ways. A way that split their heart out of its very body. Whoever took it, be it me or one of my fellows, they would take it with glory. For years later, they will achieve wealth, status, all their dreams made true from a pile of rubble. And for me? I could be in that dirt or perhaps in some hospital sailing away. I would be long forgotten by the time this story was told.

Would it matter? I guess not.

For when we marched the first day, they gave us little time to prepare. We were hauled from makeshift defenses. These had protected the boys before, but you could see the craters from our own guns in that line. How could something so destructive not end the suffering of this war? Only they know.

Over that trench, we had two options. We could run or follow any smarter man and find a dug out or rock, anything to protect ourselves. Being the fool I was, I followed that damn officer. As he ran, I clenched my rifle tight to my chest. As he turned to yell, I remember the whispering sound of bullets. How they tore into him.

His bright uniform was torn off him. Any man to his right or left were taken in an instant and me? I flew back in panic. Like a scared child. Could you imagine that? Me, hiding in some god forsaken all on the earth. The sound of whispering continued, it grew louder and louder.

The first feeling I had was to fight, but those feelings began to rot. From the earth I lay, I saw one or two men rush up beside me. Their rifles pinged again and again. What was I to do? My hands were shaking, my heart raced, and my eyes blindly stared forward, yet I saw nothing. I did nothing.

When any moment I could recall came back to me, those men had drugged me back to where we started. Several mortars, the only equipment they managed to bring up in this storm, allowed us to endure. The whispers in that rain vanished under the bombardment.

What I saw, I could not forget. They were mere boys. I was a mere boy for the first time since I left. It amazed me how quick I fell to my knees. Death was written everywhere.

I saw it then. I see it everywhere.

The beauty in it haunts me now.

The first attempt did not achieve anything, so they made us go again and again. For the fifth attempt, I could finally breathe again. The officers barked at us. They told us the importance of such a capture, how names will be written into the stones of history. To me it was nothing. Many shared my view, though we dare not speak it.

The news to the men was not new. The same order again and again. We lived in that trench. We were civilians to our own city, a city of the dead.

For what I saw was nothing, but they sure as hell could see me. Strangely it had a mixed effect. It soothed me, knowing that at any point I could die here, forgotten. For like that officer and the one before him, I cannot remember their faces.

It is bliss to know that if I die, my suffering won't be long."

Sincerely

Private Callyth; 2022; Kath 17th Highlanders (KIA)

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Wtf

Hooseria Magna, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Torranta wrote:Yo. It's been nearly 5 years. Bonnie Blue Republic and a few others may remember me. Probably not tho.

Holy cow, whoa! IÂ’ve heard stories about you- welcome back! I joined not long after you left.

Deims Kir, Hooseria Magna, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Kathricore wrote:~snip~

Wtf Kath

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance

Also guess IÂ’m no longer the oldest nation who has held CTO/CCO :,(

ThatÂ’s alright though! Glad to see youÂ’re back!

Torranta wrote:Yea I held a few positions here for a while before I left. If I remember correctly I was pretty immature when leaving and in my interactions in the region afterwards, but hey that's middle school for ya.

Deims Kir, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Artevenian Cyber Command

2 September 2022

TOP SECRET - Order to Commence Operation Dragon Bull

Following comprehensive progress in preparation for this operation, an official order has been enacted to commence Operation Dragon Bull. Artevenian Cyber Command has gathered comprehensive information on Army of the Saints networks.

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

In the City of Petersland, a vessel has been set alight into the harbor, it is unknown what was on the ship, but it is believed that it is a signal

The main worry now, is to who

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Greater Northead News

News Host Hans Zimmer appears on screen

"Recently in the town square of Greater Northead, the main square of Northead, buildings have been marked in paint by vandals in the night, with either red or black paint. This coincided with a suspicious city-wide blackout"

Video of police officer plays while Zimmer speaks

"The police have indicated that they will be securing the city, in fear that what has been occuring in Petersland will strike the heart and the capital of New Antarctica. Many people lay in unrest as congress argues over whether or not a military response can be allowed"

Ground correspondent Charlette Sperman appears on screen, near the Representative House in Greater Northead

"Inside, Count's representatives and County Representatives are arguing over the response, due to the issue of how the belligerents in Petersland will be handled afterwards, and if prisoners of war will be held. It is clear that a decision will not be coming soon, as tension is rising over Petersland"

Zimmer appears again

"Thank you Sperman, many residents of Greater Northead have begun evacuating in response to the vandelism of Center Northead. More news after these messages"

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Inside of a house near the river Thead

Operator 0 and Operators 1-11 are sitting near a roundtable

Operator 6 speaks, "Do you think it's all ready, Operation 23:3"

Operator 2, "I think so. We have already replaced their entire force"

"I think ARP is ready to reveal it's real purpose, I think soon we will be ready to execute, if not, then tomorrow", Operator 0 says

Everyone begins chattering to themselves, til the group dissipates, leaving Operator 0 and 1 alone

"Are you ready to commit to this" says Operator 0

Operator 1 looks over, "What will these mean for our movement, we've been slow, and stagnant, and unfocused. We have spent weeks working but nothing ever happens, what will this mean in a couple years, decades, centuries"

Operator looks at the ceiling, he glares a deep smile

"It'll mean we destabilized an entire nation"

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Hello

Torranta, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

sup

Deims Kir, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Not much

Earthern Alliance

hi

eventually i will be your leader and i will be your downfall

The Hellenic Disunion wrote:hi

eventually i will be your leader and i will be your downfall

What?

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Pantsville wrote:What?

He left immediately after, and realistically, it's an empty promise.

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Hi

Biggonian Megaist Empire, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Pantsville

Rubberducky Land wrote:Hi

Hello and welcome to Lands End!

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

How is everyone today?

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

tired

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Doing well. Have new diodes being tested for surge resistance and internal R&D teams now have better CAD software. Unfortunately, the power grid is starting to crumble due to over engineering individual homes and a lack of funds on the power production side which is something we are trying to fix.

We also had to deal with a governor having been shot recently due to some idiots thinking the use of words in original context should be banned if anyone starts using them as slurs.

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Free Biggonian News

06/09/2022

Fierce rains set in

The Biggonian rainy season appears to have come early this year, with the rains starting in September rather than the usual October. They are especially torrential this year, with most blaming climate change for the gradual increase in rain every year. Although this should make the land more productive, it instead floods many cash crops and in some severe cases causes homes to be destroyed. Additionally, in many areas the downpours creates deadly mudflows which result in hundreds of deaths. With the Biggonian civil war still in full swing, this means that it has created the perfect storm. Already several large refugee camps have had to be evacuated because they were in danger of flooding.

The pouring rains have largely brought the war to a halt, with very little progress having been made by both sides. Supply lines in some of the more remote areas have completely collapsed, with dirt tracks becoming impassable and roads being flooded. This has negatively impacted the Commonwealth's advance around the city of Shurdorf, however they still have managed to make significant headway despite the factors acting against them. This can be largely attributed to the many fronts that the Biggonian Empire now finds itself fighting on.

In the South of Biggonia, in the Archduchy of Suddereich, many soldiers from the Empire have announced their defection, and switched their allegiance to the Commonwealth of Biggonia. Despite making some initial progress and linking several of their forces together, the rains have meant that it is difficult to make more headway for the time being.

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In the north, a pincer movement from the Biggonian Empire has driven back the caliphate rebels, with them suffering heavy casualties. Many observers think that the caliphate's zealot army is on it's last legs. With the Caliphate being wiped out, the Biggonian Empire would finally be able to bring its full force to bear against the Commonwealth.

Finally, in the East, the Domlandian National Army is coming close to being wiped out in the capital city of Musainon. Despite holding out for several months and inflicting grievous losses on their Biggonian occupiers, it appears that their efforts have been for nought. Observers have credited the uprisings collapse to Biggonia's ability to swiftly create a perimeter around the city, before slowly tightening the noose. That being said, Biggonia has on many occasions been forced to simply resort to brute force tactics, using artillery to flatten entire blocks of the city which are proving difficult to dislodge.

Pantsville wrote:How is everyone today?

Amazing thanks! And you?

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Hi

https://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=7&t=523522

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Hello everyone

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We seem to have a new cast of characters in the rmb

Earthern Alliance, Femboy Hevan, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Chapter 37: (Chapter 13: King and Country)

"There are three weapons in the armory of the victorious: Endurance, Belief, and Loyalty."

The smog of hundreds of engines blackened the sky, adding to the gloom of the filth-choked heavens. The thunder of tanks and transports, some forming columns the size of city blocks, created a deafening wave of sound that reverberated from the mountainsides, an assault on ears already numbed by the high winds kicked up by scorching engines of woe.

The growl of machine voices all but drowned out human shouts, even those amplified by radios and city loudspeakers. Electric clarions howled into the whirl of noise, sounding the advance or stand-to, their modulated calls overlapping.

Through the fear we pushed on. Through the light we hit our limit.

Everything was sudden movement, dust billowing from treads and boots alike.

“That is it” Said Edgar. He did not raise his voice, but his words carried the thoughts tongues could not speak. “Everyone stand by and get ready."

Beside her, Zenobi fidgeted with the cover of the banner he carried, eyes flickering between his company commander and the scene of organized bedlam being enacted around the troops of the city defense.

Everything we have done, the oaths we have sworn, the hardships we have endured, has let to this moment. Now, Edgar shouted, not simply to be heard, but full of passion. His remaining eyes stared wide amongst the burn scars that covered the ground. Across the open space, fresh tissue pink against dark skin laid across the corpses before them and their prize.

“Now is the time we strike! Our families labored and died to deliver us to this place! Our courage is determination! We carried us far!”

Edgar raised his food and placed it on the rock and ruble. “Now!” His voice quavered with emotion as his shaking hand reached towards his pistol as the men began to rise over the rubble and charge the smoldering ruins before them. “For Life and Endless Above!” The men yelled as the bolts of rifle rifle shot against their crude charge.

Men fell like smoldering sacks of meat, their brains and guts blowing apart as their own rifles fired at the defensive holdouts of the guard before them. Resolved, hundreds of figures poured through the smoke and chop-fire. Edgar looked east, shuddering in brief distort as another banner waved in the air. “Its the tenth company sir!” Yelled one of the riflemen following Edgar.

“Not for a moment, first captain!” Edgar replied, cocking his pistol and firing a shot before reloading. Edgar crunched his feet up the stairs as plaster facings of walls blew off with the sound of rifle, pistol, and explosive fire. The air was full of smoke, and his eyes couldn't keep from jumping from one register to another as he attempted to compensate for his rising heart rate.

He moved down the inner hall, hearing the echo of gunfire from deeper in the compound. The body of a guard lay slumped in the doorway, his large corpse odd and out of place with a chunk of flesh taken out. A medic stood by his side, attending to him.

Slowly Edgar stepped forth, raising his pistol to the medics head. “Who is it?”

The medic didn't speak, his breath relenting. “Tibor, of the second squad.” He replied. Edgar frowned as he saw the devastating wound that had stopped the man and pulled his pistol away, stepping down the hall, leaving the Spokane medic to his work and pushing down the hall.

In a wide colonnade ahead, the towering walls were decorated with frescos, showing familiar scenes of God's anointing of the crown of Spokane and their throne. How blind these people are, Edgar thought, how sadÂ…how blind Edgar was. How sad he was. One day, one single day with the iterators, and they would understandÂ…Edgar would understand.

Through a door, Edgar lobbed it into the open. Two guards stood in panic as smoke wisped and peppered them with craters, leaving them in a steaming pile of shattered clothes and bloody meat. “M-My…King…” Edgar said as his eyes suddenly opened wide, leaving his skin cold and eyes still imaging as before the two now soot and streaked cover corpses sat Harrison fogged in exhaustion. “Harrison!” Edgar cried out as he rushed to his side, grabbing his shoulders with both hands.

“Harrison!”

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

hello everyone i am officially the dictatorship of Jack Cockbill a new nation who gained his independence from brunei after the first Jack Cockbill civil war which left many dead and wounded

Antarctican Immagrants, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

R.I.P. The queen

Sacara, Deims Kir, Biggonian Megaist Empire, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Terra Argo, Chocolatistan, Dolplandia, Schabinur

Rest in Peace Queen Elizabeth II. She served the United Kingdom and Commonwealth well

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San Matteo Messenger

9 September 2022

Diplomatic row emerges between Artevenia and San Matteo over tax laws

A diplomatic row has emerged between San Matteo and Artevenia over a tax bill being debated in the Artevenian Parliament. The proposed bill would place tax obligations on certain sources of income obtained outside Artevenia. Yesterday, the Consul of San Matteo, Luca Tassone, in a speech, made critical remarks on the bill. While in the same speech he stated that he was willing to negotiate a solution with the Artevenian state, he said regarding the bill "unfair obligations would be imposed and that is not something that San Matteo will accept quietly"

Biggonian Megaist Empire, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Terra Argo, Chocolatistan, Dolplandia, Schabinur

Following new legislation in Nuva Jerseya, the nation is reliant on the principle of mutually assured destruction to maintain its security and a new national policy has been installed so that The nation claims the legal right to use WMDs.

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

I am pretty sure the use of weapons of mass destruction in war is banned here in Land's End. This unfortunately is my memory serves correctly includes chemical weapons, nothing quite like a good dose of pepper spray to demoralize and incapacitate.

Is pepper spray allowed in war?

Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Voidborneempire wrote:I am pretty sure the use of weapons of mass destruction in war is banned here in Land's End. This unfortunately is my memory serves correctly includes chemical weapons, nothing quite like a good dose of pepper spray to demoralize and incapacitate.

Is pepper spray allowed in war?

The use of WMDs is banned in roleplay, but you are free to choose whatever option you want when it comes to the Issues. I'm pretty sure the use of pepperspray is allowed as long as it isn't laden with VX and plutonium;)

Tesdai, Earthern Alliance, Schabinur, Voidborneempire

Nuva Jerseya wrote:Following new legislation in Nuva Jerseya, the nation is reliant on the principle of mutually assured destruction to maintain its security and a new national policy has been installed so that The nation claims the legal right to use WMDs.

Sorry, just like what VoidBorne said, WMDs are banned

Voidborneempire wrote:I am pretty sure the use of weapons of mass destruction in war is banned here in Land's End. This unfortunately is my memory serves correctly includes chemical weapons, nothing quite like a good dose of pepper spray to demoralize and incapacitate.

Is pepper spray allowed in war?

I donÂ’t think pepper spray causes mass destruction

Tesdai, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Chapter 38: (Chapter 14: And so, the seeds are reaped)

From outside the glass window, wildfire chipped and pattered across the street. Block by block, Adam felt the distant sting of it all. For right beside himself, the enemy scattered away from their charge as men swung bolts up. Their weapon, with a gash of metal, began to fire not on burst, but on single shot. Each man feeling the weapon buck and kick against their palms. Their rounds penetrated each man. The men they hit popped like blisters or shredded like bursting fruit as a pink mist fumed off every rupture in the foggy smoke of dim lights and flame.

Their war cry was still unfamiliar, just another aspect of newness. It was the first time Adam had declaimed it. The first chance heÂ’d had to listen to its sound since his rise. To one side of the glass, they stormed the palace. From the induction of the gates, the urging front-runners advanced as in the far distance, balconies and towers were lifted into the sky with explosion. A brilliant dome of light that lifted into the sky, astonishingly bright and vivid until the sky dimmed and crackled out with bursting red and yellow hues.

The ground twisted and trembled with the noise of a thunderclap, as the noises reached him. The city was stricken and ablaze, as artillery impacted the outskirts of the city. His eyes were drawn by the flash, the phototropic towers of marching men flooded in along with the reports. Oh, the reports flooded in.

Despite the 5th company securing the Regency and the pavilions on the ornamental lakes to the west of the city, the mob that swarmed were driving up through the lower town, slaying the armor and the men sent to stop them. It was a perfect distraction really, for they were used as pawns in a game they did not yet play and all this spectacle just so Edgar could step from the damp recesses of the basalt hallways.

There was a brief pause as the door to the room opened. Foremost Edgar stood in black uniform, as dark as knight, as if they belonged to some other black legion. A brief distort sent through both the men’s bodies as Adam voice answered the unwarranted attention. “Edgar, Edgar… Are you trying to shame me with your diligence?”

“Not for a moment.” Edgar replied. There was a strict sense of anger between both men. Edgar had always been an aspect of change, and yet, he felt Adam favored him one way or another.

”And what is it you wish? To kill me?” Adam said with a soft smirk as his eyes peered away from the window. Men were stepping over the tangled corpses of the enemy dead. Plaster facings were cracked and treads crunched under feet and screams. “All I wanted was to be King, Edgar.”

“And look upon your kingdom now…” Edgar said.

“That is true, but you created this with me. You could have stepped aside and ended me years ago and months ago. You had a chance to stand by Harrison and you did not. You made me King, Edgar. Remember that.” Adam said softly.

“I did no such thing! You betrayed me. Y-Y-You tricked me! You tricked us all and look what you did to your own blood! Your own flesh!” Edgar yelled.

There was no disguising his inhumanity, especially in the bared form. Apart from the sheer sight of his smirking lips, you couldn't tell his mood. “Oh Edgar, hold on to your lifeless light. All I hear is you calling for me. You invoke my name with your sword and now your life. So bestow me. I'll watch the demon rip your soul out for all you have done.”

For a moment, Edgar stood there unflinching, beset by the force of his words, but unmoving, facing it down. Then he raised his pistol in his right hand and fired into the man before him, cracking the window.

On shot.

And so ends the story.

Tesdai, The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Pantsvillean Post

9/10/21

President ApelloÂ’s request to send soldiers to Dolplandia was accepted by the Dolplandian government today. There is said to be around 10k manpower being sent to Dolplandia in the next few says. We hope this war will conclude soon as growing concerns about our envolvement rise up within the Pantsvillean public.

Tesdai, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

Oəs cronikəs- Part 3 (Micalandian)

Suldat 1- €&#@*? Tu əstah be?

Suldat 2- UfÂ… quina dulenta passadaÂ… ixoÂ’s pallasÂ

Suldat 1-QueÂ’tÂ’əspəravəs? Ixo seh una guerra

Suldat 2- JaÂ… ego jaÂ’u kuneixəh! Pro es kəÂ… kasiÂ’t aisesinahÂ

Suldat 1-Â…Tu noÂ’t prəukupah, ego feh estah beÂ… tu jaÂ’m veus! Ego estah prəfectə

Suldat 2-SusplauÂ… tu mÂ’u prumetrə?

Suldat 1- Ego tÂ’u prumetrə

Sudat 2 Abraçah Suldat 1

Suldat 1- Ego tə kəreh, tÂ’a kədah clah?

Suldat 2- MhmÂ

Suldat 2- UenuÂ… a on nos habeh dÂ’anah?

Suldat 1- Seh supusah que nos tornah a oas Italai

Suldat 2- BufÂ… quin pal fotrə turnah a oas Italai, que semblah que no pro kuosta una mika caminah fins lla

Suldat 1- Ego no sabeh que dihÂ… si seh milloh anah a oas Italai kə queÂ’ns aisesinah a tuotsÂ

Suldat 2- Silenciat que tampuoc seh kom si tutom habeh murih, enfactə, puocs de nos habeh murih

Suldat 1- Txt, neÂ’s parlah tan arvam

Suldat 2-JaÂ

Oəs cronikəs- Part 3 (English)

Soldier 1- €&#@*? Are you ok?

Soldier2- OofÂ… that was a bad oneÂ… this is horrible

Soldier 1-What did you expect? This is a war

Soldier 2- I know! ButÂ… you almost get killedÂ

Soldier 1- DonÂ’t worry, iÂ’ll be okÂ… well just look at me! IÂ’m perfect

Soldier 2- Promise me please?

Soldier 1- I promise

Soldier 2 hugs soldier 1

Soldier 1- I love you, you better know that

Soldier 2- MhmÂ

Soldier 2- Well, where are we going?

Soldier 1- I think we are going back to the Italai

Soldier 2- Man, going back to the ItalaiÂ… it may not look like it but itÂ’s hard work

Soldier 1- Hm I canÂ’t tellÂ… if itÂ’s better to go to the Italai or that we all get killrd

Soldier 2- Shut up, itÂ’s not like we all died there, in fact, very few of us didnÂ’t make it

1-DonÂ’t speak so soon

2-I knowÂ

9/9/22

Earthern Alliance

The Times of Darcania

10 September 2022

Two barrels of tobacco-infused wine intercepted by authorities

Early this morning, authorities searched a white truck for contraband and found two barrels of tobacco-infused wine. The barrels have been confiscated by authorities.

The transport or sale of tobacco-infused wine has been illegal in Artevenia since 1987, when a law on wine regulations was passed with a provision prohibiting tobacco-infused wine

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan

San Matteo Messenger

12 September 2022

San Matteo businessman threatens to set up tobacco-infused wine distillery if Artevenian tax bill passed

A businessman by the name of Leonardo Valetti made a social media post yesterday threatening to set up a tobacco-infused wine distillery if the proposed Artevenian tax bill passes. In the post, he said "If the Artevenian Parliament does go ahead with this ridiculous bill, it is only fair that we put the test to one of the stupidest Artevenian laws in existence: Their ban on tobacco-infused wine"

Later that day, a group of Artevenian deputies have submitted an amendment in the Chamber of Deputies for the proposed tax bill that includes a provision repealing the tobacco-infused wine ban.

The Tribia, Earthern Alliance, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

I declare before you all that , UwU

My sincerest of loves, king Adi Charles Philip Arthur George of wales Earl of Chester, Duke of Cornwall, Duke of Rothesay, Earl of Carrick, Lord of the Isles, Baron of Renfrew and Prince and Great Steward of Scotland

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Post by Adis Reich suppressed by Pantsville.

Adis Reich

UwU

Please do not double post instead edit your previous message

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The Following has been censored due to the sensitive nature of the writing below. Please note this TRIGGER WARNING: Dark Themes; "Extremely dark subject matter is coming. Neither I nor the LE moderating staff are not responsible for any emotional distress that may come from reading what is to come."

[spoiler=A Conversation with Death]

The walls were formed from black stone sculpted into forms of torment. Twist-backed humans arched and writhed motionlessly, captured at moments of supreme agony, their wide eyes and screaming mouths shaped by sadistic devotion.

Shaped. Not carved. Alek sat peacefully in his quarters. Watching as his fingertips traced over the cheek of a woman reaching for the protective – worthless – embrace of an older man, perhaps her father.

Who had she been, before the Kath raided her land? What had she done with her short life before she was dosed with paralytics and coated with rockrete? What dreams were quenched by her living entombment within the hardening walls of a King's inner sanctum?

Or did she know, on some panicked, animalistic strata of her dying mind, that in death she would be part of something more momentous than anything sheÂ’d achieved in life?

Within the stone, she was long dead. The mask staring out at the world immortalized her in the naive perfection of youth. No tracks of time across her face; no scars from battles against an empire that no longer deserved to stand.

He withdrew his hand from her frozen face. Smirking at the foul ambience, his fingers clawing at the sharp and deep scar running along his neck. Even in the warmth of the inner chamber, by a code of abject rationality. Thus, as he fled, he felt nothing in the way of shame.

His bleeding eyes woke from the inhumane union, with them staring up at the emotionless mask hanging before him.

“The sins of the father, they say. Maybe. Maybe not. But we were always different. My brothers, my sisters, and I, we were never truly kin.

Perhaps our difference was our fatherÂ’s sin, and perhaps it was his triumph. I am not empowered

by anyone to cast a critical eye over the history of the throne in which I sit.

These words stick with me, though. The sins of the father. These words have shaped my life.

The sins of my father echo throughout eternity as heresy.

YetÂ….the sins of my fatherÂ…my motherÂ…are worshiped as the first acts of godhood.

I do not ask myself if this is fair.

Nothing is fair.

The word is a myth. I do not care what is fair, and what is right, and whatÂ’s unfair and wrong. These

concepts do not exist outside the skulls of those who waste their life in contemplation.

I ask myself, night after night, if I deserve vengeance.

I devote each beat of my heart to tearing down everything I once raised.

Remember this, remember it always: my blade and orders helped forge the mortal triumph in which we pretend to live in heaven. I and those like me—we hold greater rights than any to destroy mankind’s sickened empire and by will, for it was our blood, our bones, and

our sweat that built it.

Look to your shining champions now. The men marching on. They scour the dark places of your land. The hordes of fragile mortals enslaved to the a common faith and shackled in service to the Throne of Lies.

Not a soul among them stood in battle when I built this empire.

Do I deserve vengeance?

Let me tell you something about vengeance, little scion.

My brothers, my sisters, my MotherÂ…and I swore to our father that we would atone for the great sins of the past. We would bleed the unworthy empire that we had built, and cleanse the God's deeds of the False Sacrifice.

This is not mere vengeance. This is redemption.

My right to destroy is greater than your right to live.

Remember that, when we come for you.

He is a child standing over a dying man.

The boy is more surprised than scared. His friend, who has not yet taken a life, pulls him away. He

will not move.

Not yet.

He cannot escape the look in the bleeding man’s eyes.”

[/spoiler]

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**Free Biggonian News**

14/09/2022

*Grenzland Royal Motorcade spotted fleeing*

The Battle for Shurdorf has raged for several months now, with the Commonwealth making a slow but gruelling advance. Despite the plans for the city to have been taken in July, it has successfully remained in the hands of the Biggonian Empire. However, this is expected to all change soon. Some Commonwealth positions are now only a few kilometres away from the Royal Palace, and this has seemingly prompted the Grenzer Royal Family to flee their capital and being moving towards safety. Although nobody yet knows where they will retreat to, some assume Ivasburg since it is much safer and not yet on the front lines. However, the corridor for the family to make their escape is very narrow, and it is possible that they could run into danger.

Despite only occurring a few hours ago, the flight of the Royal Family is already having an impact. Photos have been distributed to Grenzland soldiers fighting all across the front lines, causing many to feel that they have been abandoned. Although the affects are not particularly pronounced yet, it can be expected that this will be far reaching for the western front of Biggonia.

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The Following has been censored due to the sensitive nature of the writing below. Please note this TRIGGER WARNING: Dark Themes; "Extremely dark subject matter is coming. Neither I nor the LE moderating staff are not responsible for any emotional distress that may come from reading what is to come."

[spoiler=Glory to Death]

Chapter 39: Glory to Death.

The soft snore of the bedroom left OrenelÂ’s mouth as the moonlight sky shined through her palace window. From her slumber, a loud echo sounded through the halls and throughout her room, banging each book shelf and wooden object with a shifting bang.

The echo itself remained in the back of her consciousness. Unlike the sullen, contrary soul of the

room, the echo had a great, eager heart that woke the young priestess from her slumber. Like predators within the ancient seas, forever needing to move forward lest they die.

That was the echo in a single, simple concept.

It desired nothing more than to run with all its strength, breaking through the barriers of the walls and leaving the material realm behind.

You have listened too long and too hard to the echoÂ’s call, she chided the sound as sweat ran down

her temples. Burn, burn, burn, it pulsed back. More strength to engines. More fire in the core. She felt the hearts racing harder in response. Her own instinctive impulses flashed.

The EchoÂ’s primal excitement snapped back, entering her body through the same ports, sending her into a delicious shiver.

Calm. She was calm.

Slowly she stood up from her bed, pushing the sheets to the floor as she stood and arched towards the door, her own body being pulled to the mesh in which the echo seemingly came from.

The woman stepped in her ragged robe, seeming as this night was no different than the others, and yet as she approached the doors in which the echo came her eyes struck wide as she saw the King Alek stand in his quarters. Something he did frequently for weeks now.

Before him stood two brothers of the royal guard and in the center of them knelt Rasko Fadar-Markovic. His fatherÂ’s closest rival and the one Alek put all the public blame on for his motherÂ’s tragic death.

Slowly Alek knelt down, gripping Rasko by the chin. His fingers digging deep into his flesh;

“Comply with me, and one in a thousand of your people will avoid this fate. You will be one of them. Defy me, and not only will I no longer spare any of the others, you yourself will die now. My brothers and I will skin you, while you still live. We are masters of prolonging the experience, so the prey only dies in the hours after the surgery is performed.” Alek said softly as Rasko growled.

Rasko swallowed, his body trembling now. “Your threats mean nothing to me..”

The lord pressed his finger tips against the man's face, his fingers following the contours of the weather skin. ‘No? The human body does wondrous things when its mind feels fear. It becomes an avatar of the pressure within a single paradox: to fight, or to flee. Your breath sours from the chemicals at work in your system.

The clenching of internal musculature affects digestion, reflexes, and the ability to concentrate on anything but the threat.

Meanwhile, the heartÂ’s wet rhythm becomes a war drum, beating blood for your muscles to use in order to escape harm. Your sweat smells different, muskier, like an animal trembling in terror, hopelessly marking its territory one last time.

The edges of your eyes quiver, answering hidden signals from the brain, caught between wanting to stare to see the source of your fear, or to seal shut, hiding your vision from having to see what threatens you.”

Orenel stumbled back, her hand clenching her chest as she stumbled.

“Hm?” Alek said, noticing they were being watched.

A soft chuckle left his lips as they waited,, standing by the edge of his desk, His voice was a low, feral murmur, Every few minutes he would stand silent before resuming his lower speech.

“Muvo…” He said softly as one of the guards stepped behind Rasko and raised his rifle, letting out a death playing out clearly enough despite the visual distortion. Echoing throughout the palace grounds again with another boom.

[/spoiler]

The Tribia, Terra Argo, Chocolatistan, Dolplandia

Army Corps. News

Kēnāpolā, then Turtle Bay

Written by General Ikailo

We are here in Kēnāpolā and are getting ready to move to Turtle Bay for a reinvasion. It was heartbreaking to see Turtle Bay go down, but if we are successful with this reinvasion, we will not only push them out of Dolplandia but push them all the way back to Spokane. May Kiowe guide us to victory.

Terra Argo, Chocolatistan, Schabinur

Hello new comrades, I am the new soviet order and I have just joined Lands End

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Free Biggonian News

19/09/2022

Domlandian Uprising crushed

The Domlandian uprising in the city of Musainon has at last been defeated. Edgar Nashood, leader of the Domlandian National Front, was captured making a last stand in the Domlandian Assembly. Despite an attempt to commit suicide, the General and Prime Minister was hauled out by Biggonian soldiers and beheaded. The video was captured on camera and it was uploaded to many sites, with several 'clean' versions also being produced. The video ends with simple text saying

"Any members or former members of the 'Domlandian National Front' who turn themselves in to the appropriate authorities shall have clemency considered for them."

The video has been gaining an unprecedented amount of popularity, with several blaming it on Biggonian bot armies who are deliberately pushing it online to send a message. The fact that Edgar Nashood was executed is an important message. In Biggonia, beheadings are generally reserved for religious crimes, whereas hangings are for traitors. Beheading Nashood sends a message that the Biggonian Empire is a sacred institution and attempting to undermine it carries a religious punishment. Although officially Biggonia is a country consecrated by God, until recently this practice seems to have been forgotten by the government, with the church becoming severely limited in its power. What this will mean for the future is unknown.

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The ill-fated Musainon uprising has had an impact which is difficult to untangle. Ultimately, none of the three parties engaged in the conflict- the Biggonian Empire, Domlandian National Front or the nation of Domlandia itself- appear to have benefitted from this. The uprising meant that the Biggonian Empire had to pull away troops from their main front fighting the Commonwealth, at a crucial point in the war. It is possible that this caused both the fall of Shurdorf and possibly even Grenzland as a whole. Finally, the incident seems to have only incensed more resistance against the Biggonian occupation of Domlandia as a whole.

Despite being immortalised as heroes, the Domlandian National Front is now a spent force. They possessed large amounts of advanced equipment and well trained personnel before the conflict, but now this is all gone. With the remnants of the 1997 Domlandian Army now almost entirely annihilated and their command structure decapitated, the National Front seems to be a spent force. The group has splintered, with many simply trying to lay low, others joining the socialists, and others attempting to turn themselves in the Biggonian authorities.

The only party which really benefited from this was the Domlandian Socialists. With their main rivals being entirely defeated and the Empire once again turning away their attention from Domlandia, the socialists can continue to amass their strength. With more and more people in the rural areas longing for freedom, their only choice is to join up with the socialist movement. Time shall tell what this will cause in the future.

Elsewhere, the Biggonian Army of the North, largely under the command of Shah Kardal Ali, has continued their lightning advance against the collapsing forces from the Biggonian Caliphate. Josef Khomeini, leader of the Caliphate, has himself come under attack in his own stronghold, with various Imperial units all converging on it. If the Caliph is killed or captured, then his forces will surely scatter.

Finally, the news of the Grenzer Royal Families departure from their capital of Shurdorf is beginning to have a big impact. Grenzland soldiers are deserting in their masses, believing they have been left to die by the Prince and Regent. This has had a Domino effect, causing a rout all across the Empire's front line. The Imperial Biggonian Army has been ordered to conduct a massed retreat to escape from the rapidly closing pocket between Grenzland and the wider Biggonian Empire. In order to buy time for this retreat, High Command has instructed the well-trained and equipped Tussians to conduct a holding action. Although this is expected to make their Tussian allies unhappy, it seems that the Imperial leadership has no other option in this scenario.

Worse still is the fact that the Grenzer Royal Family seems to have totally gone missing. Ever since they left the city, the entire convoy went silent in order to evade detection or destruction. With guerrilla units from the Commonwealth harassing all lines of communication, it was imperative that no information reach the wrong ears. But since the 14th, the convoy has not been officially sighted. Neither the Biggonian Commonwealth nor Empire has reported finding them, and it is therefore now a race to find the convoy. Helicopters, drones and even satellites have been brought in by both sides to locate it.

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To our more established members: is it really necessary to ask a new nation three times in a row to join our Discord server?

Yes, because it ensures that they have all the opportunities which Lands End offers available to them

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afternoon

Chocolatistan, Schabinur, Pantsville

Lathe Firand wrote:afternoon

Howdy there.

Chocolatistan

What happens if you dissolve your goverment?

I was solving a issue and that was one of the options, I didn't accept it but what if I did?

Chocolatistan

Redd wrote:What happens if you dissolve your goverment?

I was solving a issue and that was one of the options, I didn't accept it but what if I did?

anything related to freedom and law and order would change drastically

Chocolatistan

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