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King Minos and Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism
King Minos and Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism
How is your climate mild? Your nation, like mine, is way up north I just do not think it is that logical.
my north island is mostly tropcial (Hammer said it not me) and the one that has my capital in it is mostly cold
IC, The Flex must Flow
A small but expensive-looking boat moved gently through the seas south of Swiftlandia, its coast barely visible to the naked eye. The crew watched from a distance as they saw the large and run-down city of Selvania. Nobody could believe that this slummy city was once the practically shining capital of a great nation. Nobody except one man - Wohali Atohi. Wohali - having been alive since the times of President Sequoyah, remembered a time when the city was a shining beacon - even by his standards. He remembered, before the Swiftlanian Civil War, when it was a powerful force in the Southeast. Most importantly, however, he remembered a time when money from the flex trade flowed into his pockets. That was why he was here, for he wanted to gain that cash once more.
“Wohali! We are close to the dock, do you want us to land?” A loud voice yelled from above. It was the Captain of the vessel, a man even older than Wohali named John. Wohali looked up and nodded.
“Yes… but, we should probably check if we’re allowed to first. Please send a signal asking if we can land.”
“Look at the docks - that isn’t even a dock. That’s a half-collapsed pier with a few canoes docked. You really think they have the resources to ask them?”
Wohali looked obviously annoyed at the comment. He refused to acquiesce. “We should, at the very least, send a signal that we are landing so that nobody gets hurt.”
The Captain shook his head as he blew a horn twice, signifying that they would be landing soon. They began to float slowly towards the pier, occasionally blowing a horn to get the attention of anyone on the sea. They, eventually, made it to the pier and lightly. Wohali nearly fell forwards from the movement, though neither the pier nor the boat suffered any structural damage.
“By God, John. What do I pay you for if you’re just going to try and sink us at dock?” Wohali yelled.
The Captain shrugged. “I got you here, didn’t I? In fact, I be the only Captain brave enough to make it to Swiftlandia.”
Wohali sighed as he watched the crew grab a plank and lower it for Wohali to get off of. He nearly ran off the boat in order to get off it, fearful at any more shenanigans the captain might cause.
Being on the ground allowed Wohali to take in the sight of the city. Its buildings were crumbling, what remained of its population lived in slums and depressedly walked by. The sight almost brought a tear to his eye. However, he realized then that the largest corporate entity he could find would most likely be a street vendor peddling either coconuts or drugs. Refusing to accept defeat, he decided to walk to the town hall, hopefully it will have someone or something in there that will help him establish business in this wild country.
The waters around Minosa that weren't directly around the major ports were relatively calm. Ships were forced to stay in the docks, and leaving the land was highly restricted. That being said, a small, apparently armed ship appears on the horizon. It makes no hostile gestures, but it feels significantly out of place, for there are no other Minosan warships in the region.
A missive is returned via Telegraph.
"Thank you for the kind words - and the chocolate. May this be a new dawn in relations between our great nations."
Steamers carrying Minosan diplomats from the world round begin to slowly arrive back at the port of Minosa. The ship that had departed from Bonvolkia, an older steamer titled the "Rose of the Ocean", made the steady trip back to its port. The ride back was calm, but the Minosan diplomats aboard were anything but. Conspiracies and rumors abounded, including a humorous one that the Prince was actually still alive in Outerlands, being bathed in wine as he plots his ascent to godhood. Most of the sane diplomats however were not of such a ludicrous nature in their theories, primarily gossiping that Admiral Killian could be behind the plot, or perhaps someone on the Royal Council, or even the Greater Victorans!
Regardless, while the seas were calm, the port of Minosa was anything but. Warships surrounded the harbor, and the Rose of the Ocean was forced to halt - lest it ram straight into a heavily armed warship. A smaller tug came to the side of the Rose and armed men climbed aboard. After a quick discussion with the Rose of the Ocean's Captain, a whistle was blown, and an announcement made.
"Attention all, have your papers ready! The Minosan Navy will be checking the ship for trespassers!"
With that, the soldiers began interrogating those aboard the ship, going from room to room...
Aerik stood at the bow of the fishing vessel. This sucked, really bad. He had been here for a week with no land in sight, and all there was to do was fish, eat the fish, and then sleep around the fish. So it was little surprise that Aerik's eyes lit up when he saw an Unatselii warship on the horizon.
"By the gods, what is an Unatselii ship doing up here? Has the GGAE war gotten to the straights already?" Captain Ralys remarked.
"I don't know, but I have to get on that ship!" Aerik cried, jumping up and down in a mixture of excitement and terror.
"I don't know if that be the best idea my well-to-do acquaintance. We don't know what their intentions are." Ralys cautioned.
"It doesn't matter Captain!" Aerik rebutted, "I must get on that ship!"
"Well, it seems you'll be getting what you wanted regardless" the Captain said, pointing to the Unatselii ship that was now headed straight for them.
IC
Captain Wahya was drinking coffee as he stared out into the sea, looking for any refugees. It had been a good couple of days since he had seen anyone but the occasional Unatseliis ship - which decidedly were not carrying or escorting anybody. So he got excited when a crewmember yelled “Unknown Ship, 4 O’Clock from the portside.” The captain marched over to the voice and grabbed his binoculars. Indeed, there was a ship on the horizon - and it wasn’t one of theirs. In fact, it appeared to be a fishing boat - sailing in from the North.
“That’s gotta be Minosian. Either that or MGL, either one could be refugees given the state of the two countries.” Wahya excitedly said.
“Captain, should I tell the navigator to sail over?” The Crewmate asked.
“Aye, Seaman Salali. They’re probably scared Civilians though, so I want you to tell him to try not to scare them. The last thing we want is them to think we’re pirates about to kidnap them or have orders to blow them up.”
Salali saluted and said “Yes, Captain” before running off to inform the Navigator of the captain’s decision. The Captain heard a siren as the ship began to turn to the direction of the small Minosian boat. He held onto the railing as they approached the vessel. Eventually, however, they stopped at a close enough distance for the Captain to yell into a megaphone to question the ship.
“Hello!” He said, in his best English through the megaphone, hoping to God they understood it. “You must be Minosian, yah? Please, state your names and purpose!”
King Minos and Moneygoodland
King Minos, Unatseliis, and Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism
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King Minos, Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism, Santa ramon, and Illena
RP Post
The people desperately call for the Third Convention to actually prove that they now stand firmly against tyranny in the form of authoritarianism, and the global conflict the GGAE has inspired has certainly been a talking point in Hamnaborg fort. The Third Convention decide to hold a vote upon a supposed ultimatum without the three Conventionaires in Prandas. A unanimous decision amongst the Conventionaires seals the deal, and the telegram is written.
-:Telegram to: Embilic, 
Primorski Krai:-
- This is a message from the Third Convention of MoneyGoodLand, lead by Head Conventionaire Valiencis McGallicer of Violet Town.
The Third Convention shall see you put down arms completely and cease hostilities. There will be peace and standing down immediately leaves you with the best prospects for your nations.
Failure to oblige to the demand above will find the Third Convention at war with your nation as the enemy
-:End of message:-
(OOC: This is for RP purposes really and also to try and convince you not to follow suit with GGAE, literally leave the peace discussion)
Rp:
The guard that faced Christof was attempting to crucify him for being late. Christof couldn't blame him, who else took 40 minute restroom breaks. The man's face pinched as he read Christof's papers.
"You are Douglas Valentine?" It was the third time the guard asked him that question. Christof, once again, confirmed whatever the papers said. The guard must have realized that he wasn't going to go anywhere by trying again.
The guard sighed defeat and handed Christof his forged passport. "Welcome to The Princedom of Minos."
Christof nodded and walked down the gangway. He knew that prying eyes were watching him, it was hard not to notice the large scar that covered half his face. Of course, it was either have the ugly scar or be decapitated.
Christof kept walking along, he noticed someone was tailing. By the man's step, he was man seeking to intercept him. Christof walked along the bustling streets and through tight alleyways between tenements. It was only after jumped down into a sewer when he lost the Minosan Serviceman.
Christof carefully changed into casual civilian clothes and walked down the dark tunnels. The noises of the overhead streets grew quieter around curfew, that is when he could leave the sewer without being spotted.
Christof got out the sewer and looked into a broken mirror. His hand swept across a head that once had Dirty, blonde hair. Christof shook his head, "No need to dwell on the past". His boots thudded on the stone walkway.
"In a few days, we'll see if the Minosan government is telling the truth." Christof headed down the street, merrily whistleing Bonvolkia's Courage.
King Minos and Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism
Bro, I love trains
National states of outerlands, Uber automated luxury cosmic socialism, Con vilveria, and Con Ins Lallakerscak
Right?
National states of outerlands and Con Ins Lallakerscak
Rp
With the recently supplied MNA troops they sent an unexpecting attack to kick GGAE off the island. They went all-out on the GGAE army because they knew about the blockade and the GGAE army was low on supply and ammunition. The GGAE just watched how many of them were killed in battle and the few that was left alive surrendered. They went GGAE camp after GGAE camp and they used the previously defeated camps resources to fight against their creator. These win caused the GGAE army to be kicked out of the Memer Isle's. They killed half of the GGAE troops but had left a some to survive because they wanted to interogate the surviving plus send them to POWs.
Post by The greater german austrian empire suppressed by 
Hammer Britannia.
RP post
With the peace treaty being signed thousands are shocked and millions angry. Millions go into the street and protest the peace treaty declaring the new government illegitimate as the kaiser and many flee the nation to go to Primorski Krai and massive amounts of piss off people the political climate and stability dropping many resistance groups form one led by Otto himmler are going to resist and bite. In Bavaria, Rhineland, and Prussia the polls about fosters and the treaty 86% now call for a revolution against the new government and call for the GGAE to be abolished. With the nation practically collapsing into chaos many Austrians call for independence along with the sudetenland. Many politicians have fleed the nation and along with most of the economy of the nation and the entire military staff.
I never said there was a riot
...
There are other kinds of train horns?
I mean, they are all the same concept but executed differently.
In the UK and in Europe, trains usually have a High horn and a Low horn and are usually used for short blasts, like a car horn. In the US and Canada, they have louder horns that are blasted for long amounts of time.
(Best I could explain it, really)
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