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We are thinking Blasters, Popcorn(R), Water(R), and some High Quality FoodStufs(r) is there anything else you think we should offer?
General Mufaddal Ali arrives in a tank at the front door of the music hall. the barrel incidentally pointing directly at the front door.
One of the ushers sees the Prime Minister and leads beckons him to follow inside the Hall.
The Diplomatic Core workers sigh before responding:
that should be fine.
"Thank you." the Prime Minister says dragging their key across the door of the Unified States car. "I see that the representitve from the Entire State arrived before me, well then I must apologies for my tardiness."
Suddenly a large shadow appears over Gandehir. A massive triangular shape covers the sun. A small shuttlecraft flies out and lands. It is the Royal Star Yacht. Queen Veia O'Dálaigh of the North Sea Federation steps out, alongside the famed Featherwing Squadron, an elite unit of seven Eastern Screech Owl guards personally trained by General Talon.
The ushers left at the door while one is attending to the Kingdom's delegation level their weapons at the tank before noticing it is actually the representative from South Cyrenaica. "Good sir, come inside and we will lead you to your seat, but please first park that tank elsewhere. I'm pretty sure there are parking spaces around here that could fit them."
"Your tardiness is pardoned now let's head inside." The usher leads the Prime Minister inside while double check out the corner of his eye concerned that a massive shadow has covered the ground and a tank has its barrel pointed down the door. Once inside the ushers brings the representative of the Kingdom next to the Rep from the Unified State, "Here is your seat good sir."
General Mufaddal Ali pokes his head out of the tank "What is wrong with my current parking spot, it is the Presidential Transport for Southern Cyrenaica, and I would like it close for if I have to leave."
"Can I have a different seat?"
The ushers who are currently thrown into chaos see the Queen and her guard land and one of the ushers goes over to them, "If you could follow me to your seats inside please."
The usher sighs, "Sure, let's leave it there. We must get you to your seat inside."
"What is going on here? This is madness!"
The usher looks perplexed but shrugs, "Sure, you can sit on the other side of that RU representative, Martin."
The usher scratches his head, "We are currently sorting out all of this, alot of unique characters are arriving for the coronation of Ganixa, may the Almighty bless her soul. We wish to bring you to your seat as soon as possible so we can prepare and clean up for the other delegates who are arriving."
"Of course, of course. I certainly hope everything goes smoothly. Gandhi XI was present for my coronation a few years ago, and I wish the best for this coronation."
The usher nods and brings the Queen and her entourage to the front and gestures to the seat next to the Unified State's rep.
My delegation follows and sits down, awaiting the coronation.
The Proletarian Commissar arrives, and is stunned to see a tank pointed right at the entrence to the hall
The next available usher runs over to the Commissar, "I will lead you to your seat, and please ignore the tank. The Southern Cyrenaican leader has dropped it off there."
"could he not have parked it around back? it is quite intimidating here is it not?"
We refuse to attend in protest of this regime's atrocities, and we encourage all socialist nations to take a stand with us and boycott this display of bourgeois excess and decadence that hearkens back to the dark feudal times.
While we agree with the execution of these terrorists, we also wish to make known our opposition to the religious ritualistic aspect of the executions, and the fact that they are regarded as a form of human sacrifice.
We land men in West Gandhistan.
As the official and legitimate government of the North Sea Federation, our new king, Richard O'Malley, shall be attending the festivities. We implore you to cast out the so called "Queen" Veia.
Our dignitaries arrive carrying items to sell at decent prices (R)
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