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What did you use to make it?
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
Präfekt-Commander Lina Buchheim was a modest naval officer. The 41 year old woman did not become a captain in the Imperiale Marine to impress others or gain personal glory. No, she always wanted to "do something with people". Originally she thought of becoming a nurse or midwife after school. When she did her year of compulsory military service at age 20, fate (or rather, the Imperial military bureaucracy) had her assigned to the Marine.
She, the country girl from Leonism's northern mountain provinces, who grew up thousands of kilometers from the sea, fell in love immediately. It turned out the camaraderie of a naval crew fulfilled the "doing something with people" aspect better than she had dreamt of, and the sea had been a pleasant change of scenery from the valleys and hills of her home.
After her compulsory year was over, she applied for a full-time military career in the navy and studied oceanography at Blaumeisehaven Marine University. After five years of academic studies, she was accepted into the naval officer training program and began her rise through the ranks.
Now, 15 years later, despite her calm and modest character, she was on the way to become a living legend of the Imperial navy. Over the course of several months, the ship under her command, the Protector class frigate Seehund, had discovered more countries than any other Imperial vessel.
Now, just off the coast of The New California Republic, Lina had added three more countries to her already impressive list in the last three days:
The Außenministerium (foreign ministry) would soon send diplomats to all three countries to establish formal diplomatic relations.
Lina, meanwhile, would continue her mission and follow the coastline of the continent of Thule further north-east...
The New California Republic and Loftegen 2
I have put this in a spoiler as some of it may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Discretion definition as defined by Dictionary.com 'the power or right to decide or act according to one's own judgment; freedom of judgment or choice'
Snudgeskooge looked out of his office. The day was clear. No clouds, no rain, nothing but bright blue sky. Too bright. He turned from the window when he heard mumbling outside the door. A second later, a servant opened the door and the head of the Imperial Snoodian Intelligence Services walked into the room. The tall and thin looking man spoke softly. ‘The Imperium of Leonism is performing exploratory exercises Your Great Divine Majesty.'
Snudgeskooge looked at the man. ‘Well, as long as they are aware of the no-fly zone above Snoodum, they should be fine.’
The Intelligence Head smiled. Snudgeskooge always thought this gesture was a bit forced and a bit thin, but he couldn’t hire people on the smile they gave, and this man had a long and distinguished career masterminding many critical and dangerous operations in far-flung corners of Lazarus. Civil wars didn’t exactly start themselves after all. ‘God-Emperor, I came here to ask whether we should share our intelligence with the Imperium. They would seemingly benefit from what we know, and we could always use powerful allies in the fight against terrorists, climate change and the many other dangers out there.’
‘Tell the Foreign Ministry to initiate talks. Perhaps there is something they would need that our satellites can provide.’
The man’s smile was back on as he nodded deeply and rubbed his hands together. ‘In other news, Your Divine Majesty, my spies have been getting reports of trouble brewing in Maxtopia. The dictatorship is facing stiff opposition and some reliable little phoenixes tell me the rebels are gaining ground though they haven’t yet breached the capital. I was wondering if I need to reassess our mission parameters in light of the new information.’
This was one of those moments that Snudgeskooge wished he could arch his eyebrow. ‘We’ll hold off on support until we fully understand the situation there. I’ll authorise Special Forces to support the embassy. This is being done to protect Snoodian interests and citizens abroad, you understand.’
‘Certainly, Your Divine Majesty though we are holding the rebel leader’s wife there. The government has been getting increasingly angry with us so if we choose a side in the conflict, it should be done quickly. I could have my agents end the revolution at any time. They have infiltrated Garlo Ferloar’s inner circle after all. And then there are the aid workers we sent to help.’
‘Yes, the Maxtopian government isn’t known for their hospitality. I knew you could do a good job though. No, no. We should hold off, see where the winds are blowing, prep statements supporting either side and maybe some others that justify troop placements. Maxtopia will have Snoodian backing in the end though.’ He paused to take a drink of sugar-water.
The Intelligence Head spoke as Snudgeskooge looked at him through the glass. ‘The skeleton crew of the embassy are increasingly worried the rebels will bomb them. They want to come home.’
‘Yes, I understand their concerns, but we have to be seen to not just land troops in there, using the embassy as a staging ground. It has to still maintain its original function and pulling it out would be seen to be supporting the rebels. We can justify holding the rebel’s wife as supporting either side so far though we can’t remove our embassy.’
‘Yes, God-Emperor, I’ll have my men relay the information. The embassy should be safe for the foreseeable future.’
‘Thank you and do let me know if there are any further developments.’
The man nodded, smiling again and backing out of the room. Snudgeskooge would have to think on this one. Maxtopia was essentially a minefield. Both literally and figuratively. At least it was allowing Snoodian aid workers to develop treatments for child victims of IED’s and shrapnel from barrel bombs. That was one good thing though it was very tempting to send in the troops to restore order. The medical advances perfected in Maxtopia could serve the world a few years from when they were perfected. Even bionics weren’t much use when it came to factoring in the still-growing bones of children. Snudgeskooge shivered, thinking of the satellite images he’d seen of bombed out medical clinics, schools and once-busy shopping streets.
Yours, God-Emperor Snudgeskooge,
May we civilise the world with an iron fist.
Oh, that's very good! I use Paint a lot too!
Loftegen 2 and Jerakhstan
Beer leader had a weird flash back while he was painting. definitely a thing he had traumatically blocked out. So right before beer leader tried to get stinky into marriage counseling (which she refused) and before the ultimate break in the relationship (this is literal, not figurative), beer leader and stinky were living at her parents while building a new house. The week before the closing of the new house beer leader and stinky went out for dinner to celebrate their wedding anniversary (11th I believe?). At the dinner, stinky was drinking and accused beer leader of taking too hot showers at her parents house and causing mold to form on the wall. So this was obviously ludicrous, but led to an argument and fight. This led to leaving the dinner early and driving around arguing in the car. Beer leader began to see the triangulation that stinky had always done. Beer leader began to see that stinky always had to blame someone (usually him) tor her bad behavior and misery. Beer leader began to have panic attacks realizing whawhat he had gotten himself into and tried to figure out a way to get out. Even considering suicide (he got into counseling right away on his own accord and onto some anti anxiety medication). He himself stopped drinking (he was drinking very heavily as well which was not his nature). He attempted marriage counseling and talking with stinky. Then 14 days later the break happened. She began chasing him around the new house threatening him and attempted to lock him in to keep him from leaving. His counselor agreed she is abusive and that leaving was in his and the twins best interest. And so on and so forth . . . Just interesting because I hadn't remembered the context of the fight at the restaurant until painting the bathroom today. If any of this makes sense.
Sneyland I think we pumped too much steroid juice into these moose >__> they're over grown and overly bulky. One of them just walked up to me an said "Can u even lift bruh?"
Treadwellia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Get my shotgun >_> for safety...
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
WHO designed the system in which you join the forums and register with penelope on discord?? I had to change my password because I noticed that there had been 4 unsuccessful login attempts since my last checkin on this site. is this some kind of joke?
Hope none of those 30-50 feral pigs show up. #thinkofthechildren
yeeeeeaaaahhhh hahahaha same thing happened to my MAJOR account brooo..
And aren't you like an extremely powerful raider or somethin in The Black hawks region?? what are you doing in a region like this?
I was once a black hawk. their operations were always flawed tho and I was never in a position of power to change it so I left and hired some mercenaries to do some dirty work for me. NGUVU NA KIBURI has a completely different mission than the other account. but I cant stay amongst hackers so. . . peace out.
I better add suspected hacker to my resume. Seriously though, I'm sure the issue can be sorted out by people smarter than I.
Getting too many issues that offer no options fitting my vision. I did finally find one that married faith and science together, that was a breath of fresh air.
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
A Cohiba Siglo IV or Montecristo No. 3 with some rum is better. :)
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
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