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Truth or dare has changed a lot since I was a wee lad.
Plazland, Kian khe, and Militarized algerstonia
Not on Valsora, are you?
Grossvietnam, Shavara, and Erkadia
Anti-air turrets are having a good time spamming shots at the sky
btw try to ping me when you make these
Breaking News!!!
We have a final death count of 77 people along with 100 injured. The shooter is dead. I repeat. The shooter is dead.
- Weston Jones, GNN
Plazland, Shavara, and Erkadia
I whant to be on valsora; -;
Post by Erkadia suppressed by The angel of charity.
O sh%t, do you need help?
Saw my response?
Also, sorry if it took minutes to say hi back.
;-;
People think I am mad for trying to track ever last rock and prepare for deflecting them. The dumbo that suggested "Star Battle Missiles" doesn't understand what it would actually take. At least I'll know when to facepalm.
But systems for tracking every last rock, also has to identify what they are made of. We can revel in the wonder of the secrets our solar system hides. By developing cheap, reusable and more reliable space vehicles, we can reach those rocks. By being able to reach those rocks we can send probes. If we can send probes, we can look to develop space industries.
Why space industry?
Somethings can only be made in microgravity, but more than that, it may be a good idea to move what heavy industry we can there. At least in space the pollution cannot seep into the environment... It can be dealt with. Plus, thinking long term, those same faculties can produce solar power collectors and we can beam the power down.
It won't be as incredibly efficient and may need large arrays, but one thing space has plenty of... Is space.
On a glorious side note, we'd also have the equivalent of an orbital death ray :D
Plazland and Greater felter
Hörst headed down the street, patriotism filled the air as flags flew high, nationalistic songs being sung, and soldiers marching through the streets. Hörst wasn’t that old, in fact, he was Military age, but he had done his time in the army already. Posters had already gone up promoting war bonds. Even the socialists couldn’t deny the pride this country felt, nor could they try stop the nationalist rhetoric throughout the country. After the formation of the National Union Party, the nationalism had been more forward and front in the Government. Hörst grabbed a coffee and walked into work. His best friend and co-worker, Paul, was already their and filling out a yellow tinted form.
“What’s that about?” Hörst asked.
I work at a company that sells construction equipment during a time while all the provinces are revamping crap. I make more then enough money for just me and Ingrid. Decided I’d fill out a form for war bonds.” Paul sat his pet down and overlooked the form. “10% of your pay is a bit much, but hey, it’s for the country.”
“A war against the Kämpfenreich. I’ll be damned, never thought a thing was possible, although it started the way my old man always thought it was.”
“Sure did. I suspect we’ll lick ‘em in not too long.”
Before Paul could say more, their boss, Michaelis, came out of his office with a Black, White, and Gold mug, sipping some coffee.
“Morning Gentlemen.”
“Morning, Hoss.”
Hörst swiveled around in his chair to meet Michaelis’ face. The man had a thick mustache with gray hairs being the most prominent, overshadowing the dark brown tint. The ends pointed upwards. The mustache fit his tall, stocky build.
“What do you think of the war, Hoss?” Paul asked.
Michaelis sipped his coffee one more time and scratched the scruff around his chin.
“I’ll be damned to hell if we don’t lick the bastards, trying to mess with our damned affairs. I even like to thing we’ll give them their due, harassing and bullying us so much in our earlier days.”
Paul nodded, Hörst shrugged before turning on his computer. He tried to get into his normal routine of calls, clicks, and paperwork but the sounds of cheers and patriotic chants kept him from doing so, making the day longer. Despite it, once the crowds starting singing “Kaiserhymne”, he couldn’t help but hum along.
Plazland and Shavara
The man's face twists into a smile, as he squints into the sunlight. He raises his good hand, shading his eyes from the sun as he looks around, his eyes adjusting to the harsh light. A look of hope lights in his eyes, as he emerges from the nightmare below.
"Are we out of it? Finally safe?" His voice, cracked and hoarse from smoke inhalation, croaks through the air, barely audible beneath the volume of the sirens.
"Captain! Ostarian firefighting ships are danger close!"
On bridge, red lights burn, alarms ringing in the acrid air. The Navigation officer, his face dripping with sweat, looks up at Ko.
Ko walks over quickly, looking over his shoulder to look at the radar. Cursing, he turns, walking over to the radio. Taking the microphone, he presses down the transmission button. "All Ostarian vessels. We are at risk of catastrophic detonation. We request immediate withdrawal from the ship."
Shavara, Osterreich und ungarn, Greater felter, and Merlovich
Felter begins construction on a seven runway nuclear aircraft carrier
Plazland, Shavara, and The angel of charity
The Corporal nods, his throat burning and regret filling his head after shouting. He continues down the hallway, coughing, until he pushes the door open with his shoulder.
“I’VE GOT WOUNDED!” He shouts, coughing. A Marine Runs over and points towards the boat.
“Hurry, Soldier! We’re evacuating the boat!”
The Corporal nods. “There’s a wounded feller behind me...”
His voice trailed off, the pain to much to finish. The Marine nods and heads into the hallway, moving up to the wounded engineer and hoisting him up in his arms.
“You’re going to be ok.” He says.
He carries him over and lends him down with the Corporal into a boat, Marines hustling down with the last of the refugees. Boats begin speeding off with refugees and marines both, heading towards the carrier and away from the boat. Canal workers also begin evacuating the immediate area and directing traffic farther down the road.
that feeling when you're listening to your daily dose of socialist music and then your mother walks into the room...
Ruso-germania, Grossvietnam, Shavara, Osterreich und ungarn, and 2 othersGreater felter, and The angel of charity
Ya don't have headphones? Rookie mistakes
Plazland, Shavara, and The angel of charity
Yall don't have non-Bluetooth computers? Noobs, I have evolved
Ruso-germania, Zukchiva, Shavara, Greater felter, and 2 othersThe angel of charity, and Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich
Best part about RPing a war with Algerstonia, jokes and laughs.
Plazland, Ruso-germania, Zukchiva, Peatiktist, and 3 othersOsterreich und ungarn, Greater felter, and The angel of charity
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