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Husseberg wrote:Then, I shall welcome the Ambassador Vanda Bellini to Blumenland the capital city of the Hussan Empire.

I’ll take Palm Oil and Related Products for imports, probably Consumer Goods too in case.

It’s pleasant to have good relationships between our countries.

Indeed it is. As one of the most peaceful countries in Valsora, Malvekia has been a popular destination of tourists and businesses alike. In times when instability reigns where the wind blows throughout Valsora, Malvekia provides safe shores for those seeking safety and security.

Malvekia wrote:Indeed it is. As one of the most peaceful countries in Valsora, Malvekia has been a popular destination of tourists and businesses alike. In times when instability reigns where the wind blows throughout Valsora, Malvekia provides safe shores for those seeking safety and security.

#Freethepolarbears

Mcaranld wrote:#Freethepolarbears

I am #TeamSeals. Those polar bears oughta be ashamed of themselves.

Mcaranld wrote:#Freethepolarbears

Give me the bears

I'll put em to work

Malvekia wrote:Indeed it is. As one of the most peaceful countries in Valsora, Malvekia has been a popular destination of tourists and businesses alike. In times when instability reigns where the wind blows throughout Valsora, Malvekia provides safe shores for those seeking safety and security.

Hussan Empire is one of peaceful countries, who has goal for having a good relationships in Valsora.

I’m sure that I love tourists and business alike as it’s great place to go. Husseberg shall be safe shore for people to stop by for entertainments, Security and safety too.

May our nations shall live longer and prosper.

is Malkyn a good city name? just thinking of using knight name generator lol

Ivurith wrote:is Malkyn a good city name? just thinking of using knight name generator lol

I think Garfieldstan is a good name

Malvekia wrote:I am #TeamSeals. Those polar bears oughta be ashamed of themselves.

i remember what you wanted to do against the penguins

Bantarus wrote:i remember what you wanted to do against the penguins

Malv is xenophobic against arctic lifeforms confirmed!!

Mcaranld wrote:Malv is xenophobic against arctic lifeforms confirmed!!

very uncool
btw wanna trade with Diomede Republic its an alt of me close to you

I am requesting aid for an attack on Pelicania Lound and his region, Vultune. They are a relatively small region and would easily be crushed by a small team of nations. Anybody who wishes to take part please send me a telegram.

Ultatopia wrote:I am requesting aid for an attack on and his region,. They are a relatively small region and would easily be crushed by a small team of nations. Anybody who wishes to take part please send me a telegram.

nah raiding is cringe also don’t ping regions in the RMB

Bantarus wrote:nah raiding is cringe also don’t ping regions in the RMB

Danelaw Scandinavia

Hello there, new to The East Pacific. Returned to the site in hopes it was still around as I use to have a nation here before but lost my info. So, here I am.

Slava Almozi

New Westmore wrote:18 MINUTES.
The diplomats get into the motorcade, and then drive away from the ministry buildings. As they drive, the car President Holt is in breaks away from the convoy to make its way to Parliament House. The motorcade continues to drive on, heading back to the airport to get Sri back to safety. The cars won't be going to the civilian side of the airport, and will be instead entering through the National Guard airbase in the eastern wing of the airfield.

As they pass the city hall, Sri notices a red car parked outside of it. Her feeling of unease increases tenfold.

Something is wrong.

The cars suddenly come across a roadblock, at the junction between Lamar Road and the highway leading to the Williams Bridge. The police are directing them to turn back around.

Up in the distance, Sri can see the extent of the damage to the bridge for the first time.

A great wall of fire rises at the midpoint of the bridge. Cars are blocked in at all sides, and emergency services are swarming all over the area, trying to bring the situation under control. Closer to the roadblock, she can see people who have been severely burned by the fire being tended to by paramedics. Many of the victims have red and black skin, which is peeling off their bodies like candy wrappers because the searing heat their bodies were exposed to.

It is a scene out of hell.

The cars immediately try to turn back around to try and take another route back onto Lamar Road, but find themselves blocked in by other confused drivers. Everyone is struggling to get out of the chaos.

As the convoy passed through scenes and scenes of disaster, Sri couldn't help but notice the unremarkable response the Westmorians have put out in wake of this tragedy. It's already a tenuous situation back home with the oligarchs, she has no time for a diplomatic calamity ruining her overseas ambitions.

Whoever had the galls to ruin her day, and her fellow Maneiran compatriots, will burn under her own watch.

Sooner or later.

As they neared the airbase, some semblance of relieve trickled over on her. Yet, something told her that it's not over yet.

Hopefully, my instincts are mistaken.

La Xinga wrote:everyone has feelings for the great furrican empire, that does not make u gae, that makes u human

JingCo Robotics wrote:Lies, I endorsed you but I still have feelings for The Great Furrican Empire >:C

1. Does everyone have feelings for me? Even the girls? Because if so... I would be Only be considering the boys who do. I am a homosexual :3
2. Wait, you have feelings for me lol-
Is what Xinga said true???

Maneiras wrote:As the convoy passed through scenes and scenes of disaster, Sri couldn't help but notice the unremarkable response the Westmorians have put out in wake of this tragedy. It's already a tenuous situation back home with the oligarchs, she has no time for a diplomatic calamity ruining her overseas ambitions.

Whoever had the galls to ruin her day, and her fellow Maneiran compatriots, will burn under her own watch.

Sooner or later.

As they neared the airbase, some semblance of relieve trickled over on her. Yet, something told her that it's not over yet.

Hopefully, my instincts are mistaken.

Crozier Building, Grestin Heights

Santin picks up his phone and calls his fellow compatriots. "It is time. Have you all gotten away from your vehicles?"

All of them respond with a resounding yes.

"Good."

Santin pulls out his detonator. His finger rests on the button.

He now wields immense power in his hand.

He is a god.

"For the Liberation."

Click.

•—•• ——— —• ——• | •—•• •• •••— •

All throughout the city, the cars explode.

Every one of them wreaks unimaginable havoc in their areas. People are flattened by debris, buildings are compromised, and giant fires spring up all over the disaster zones.

Immediately, the death toll jumps up to over 50.

Everything has gone, just as Santin planned.

•—•• ——— —• ——• | •—•• •• •••— •

The motorcade suddenly hears a loud bang as they cross into the airfield.

"What the hell was that?" one of the diplomats ask.

Soon enough, they all get their answer.

They watch on in horror as the many glass windows of the airport shatter into a million pieces. More bangs emanate from the structure. Part of the building begins to visibly sag and sink into the ground.

All of a sudden, an entire wing of the airport collapses into dust.

Whoever planned out this attack hit the airport as well.

What are they going to do now?

New Westmore wrote:Crozier Building, Grestin Heights

Santin picks up his phone and calls his fellow compatriots. "It is time. Have you all gotten away from your vehicles?"

All of them respond with a resounding yes.

"Good."

Santin pulls out his detonator. His finger rests on the button.

He now wields immense power in his hand.

He is a god.

"For the Liberation."

Click.

•—•• ——— —• ——• | •—•• •• •••— •

All throughout the city, the cars explode.

Every one of them wreaks unimaginable havoc in their areas. People are flattened by debris, buildings are compromised, and giant fires spring up all over the disaster zones.

Immediately, the death toll jumps up to over 50.

Everything has gone, just as Santin planned.

•—•• ——— —• ——• | •—•• •• •••— •

The motorcade suddenly hears a loud bang as they cross into the airfield.

"What the hell was that?" one of the diplomats ask.

Soon enough, they all get their answer.

They watch on in horror as the many glass windows of the airport shatter into a million pieces. More bangs emanate from the structure. Part of the building begins to visibly sag and sink into the ground.

All of a sudden, an entire wing of the airport collapses into dust.

Whoever planned out this attack hit the airport as well.

What are they going to do now?

As if on cue, her feeling of uneasiness, the sickening whirl of wrongness in her gut was proven true when suddenly out from her window entire wings of the airport detonated in spectacular fashion, showering the airfield and the nearby areas with debris and scattered remains of innocent civilians.

From outside the airport areas as well she could visibly see black smoke emanating from Dalesburg as it seemed as if the city itself is under missile strikes.

But she knows that this act of terror is far worse than any invasion.

It's subversion.

As the entourage neared her presidential aircraft, a team of her Gardapatih special forces guard disembarked from the aircraft and the cars to guide her to safety.

Now inside, she could only wait for the storm to subside.

It's a mistake to trust these islanders with her safety.

And she plans to rectify that.

—

While president Holt evacuates, he could feel his pockets vibrating. The source; his phone, and he's being called by an unknown number with Maneiran calling code.

Unmistakably, it's the Prime Minister.

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