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Neucrosia wrote:

Monday should be an okay day to start - l'll probably be done with Monday's work by then (since your Monday morning is my Tuesday early morning).

Until then, I sure hope Stalin gets online... Where will be our comical commissar, if not him?

That works for me.

He is somewhere being retarded. Probably playing Roblox and listening to some commie video while eating his Cheez-Its and skim milk while his mom yells at him to actually do something with his life instead of attacking random people over not being a commie like him.

Meme: https://i.imgur.com/1HSbarv.png

Small town outside of Ny-Christiania, Neucrosia, 15:00 local time, heavy snowstorm
Rose Björnsdóttir cleaned off a table, a very messy table. Ten people had been there, ten plates needed to be cleaned. Is this all there is to life?

Suddenly, there was a rough knock on the wooden door. "OPEN UP" said a gruff, gravelly voice from outside.

Rose went to get the door, but her friend, who was the owner of the store, stopped her and did it himself. The door was flung open, and six Neucrosian Secret Police officers barged in. They demanded a meal at once. Rose offered to take their orders, but was totally ignored. They insisted the owner serve them directly instead. As soon as the food was set down in front of them, they threw it on the ground and drew their guns. "YOU DARE EXPECT US TO EAT YOUR COUNTERREVOLUTIONARY FILTH?" the leader said. They threw it at the owner.

One of the guards picked Rose up and threw her outside in the cold. Suddenly, loud noises, unmistakably the sound of particle-beam blasters, rang out from inside. Rose started running and running, checking back to see if she was being followed. There was no one, but the last she saw was the restaurant burning down and being sacked. Everything went dark then.

She woke up in a room, in a warm chair by a fire, and many curious people around her. "Welcome, Citoyenne," they said, handing her a warm drink that was something she had never tasted, for it was only allowed for party members: Hot Chocolate. "We are the Society of Free Friends, and we are against the State."

Greater Eireann wrote:

Small town outside of Ny-Christiania, Neucrosia, 15:00 local time, heavy snowstorm
Rose Björnsdóttir cleaned off a table, a very messy table. Ten people had been there, ten plates needed to be cleaned. Is this all there is to life?

Suddenly, there was a rough knock on the wooden door. "OPEN UP" said a gruff, gravelly voice from outside.

Rose went to get the door, but her friend, who was the owner of the store, stopped her and did it himself. The door was flung open, and six Neucrosian Secret Police officers barged in. They demanded a meal at once. Rose offered to take their orders, but was totally ignored. They insisted the owner serve them directly instead. As soon as the food was set down in front of them, they threw it on the ground and drew their guns. "YOU DARE EXPECT US TO EAT YOUR COUNTERREVOLUTIONARY FILTH?" the leader said. They threw it at the owner.

One of the guards picked Rose up and threw her outside in the cold. Suddenly, loud noises, unmistakably the sound of particle-beam blasters, rang out from inside. Rose started running and running, checking back to see if she was being followed. There was no one, but the last she saw was the restaurant burning down and being sacked. Everything went dark then.

She woke up in a room, in a warm chair by a fire, and many curious people around her. "Welcome, Citoyenne," they said, handing her a warm drink that was something she had never tasted, for it was only allowed for party members: Hot Chocolate. "We are the Society of Free Friends, and we are against the State."

Jorgy, you and me are going to find counterrevolutionaries and crack down on them. Literally.

Greater Eireann wrote:

Small town outside of Ny-Christiania, Neucrosia, 15:00 local time, heavy snowstorm
Rose Björnsdóttir cleaned off a table, a very messy table. Ten people had been there, ten plates needed to be cleaned. Is this all there is to life?

Suddenly, there was a rough knock on the wooden door. "OPEN UP" said a gruff, gravelly voice from outside.

Rose went to get the door, but her friend, who was the owner of the store, stopped her and did it himself. The door was flung open, and six Neucrosian Secret Police officers barged in. They demanded a meal at once. Rose offered to take their orders, but was totally ignored. They insisted the owner serve them directly instead. As soon as the food was set down in front of them, they threw it on the ground and drew their guns. "YOU DARE EXPECT US TO EAT YOUR COUNTERREVOLUTIONARY FILTH?" the leader said. They threw it at the owner.

One of the guards picked Rose up and threw her outside in the cold. Suddenly, loud noises, unmistakably the sound of particle-beam blasters, rang out from inside. Rose started running and running, checking back to see if she was being followed. There was no one, but the last she saw was the restaurant burning down and being sacked. Everything went dark then.

She woke up in a room, in a warm chair by a fire, and many curious people around her. "Welcome, Citoyenne," they said, handing her a warm drink that was something she had never tasted, for it was only allowed for party members: Hot Chocolate. "We are the Society of Free Friends, and we are against the State."

Anatoli walks into the room after being directed there by Gina. He was still seething over Jorgy's betrayal. He vowed to throttle that little rat the next time he saw his face. He wanted to take his former customer's kneecaps, maybe mount them on a plaque somewhere. But that would have to wait, for he was gun running again. Anatoli loved gun running, it filled him with a special thrill to be going against the state in such a bold way. And better yet, his guns would be delivering his lead into turncoats like Jorgy, who he hated now with a passion.

Anatoli walked into the room, only to see some of the rebel forces tending a young-looking female in a big soft chair, almost a bean bag. He was informed by them that this was "the rebel lady" that Gina had informed him of. She was barely conscious still, and the rebels, calling themselves "Citoyen/Citoyenne," said that they just rescued her from a government raid.

Anatoli then set up his entire weapons stand. He had all sorts of guns, old, new, particle beam, bullet, blaster, shotgun, rifle, pistol, full-auto, semi-auto, and plenty of knives, sharp as razors. Now he just waited for the little "Citoyenne" to wake up.

Neucrosia wrote:

Everyone, the thread is ready, REJOICE!

And glory to Neucrosia!

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First and foremost, I apologize for my tardiness... And second of all, I am glad that you all have been making such great leaps in the story here on the RMB.

I believe it is time to bring our RP to the forums, everyone.

Do I need to do the character thing again?

Quick question, are any of you going to join the Discord server? I feel that it'll help in RP coordination.

https://discord.gg/2B2ugU

Uh... here's the link? I'm wondering now if any of you are anti-Discord, or something.

Greater Eireann wrote:

http://nstracker.epizy.com/view_article.php?edition=126&article=606

Love this

http://nstracker.epizy.com/nsworldnewsview_article.php?edition=126&article=633

Greater Eireann wrote:

https://i.imgur.com/BV2X557.jpg

Lol

I still wish I got the context

Greater Eireann wrote:

It is a meme about the design of a flag of a terrible country called Danielinia, who had some pretty... questionable policies.

Oh, that's the context.

This Mr. Danielinia's flag does seem rather unsightly - the color contrast is strange. What kind of policies did her have?