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we shall see ;)
I should sleep,buuut......f*ck it
El Fiji Grande, Petes sake, and Palapasia
Lenin is proud of Eraver
"Let me handle this. Just keep a smile and don't lose them."
Alad set his briefcase down and produced a small, shiny black drive from his pocket. It was less of a USB, looking more like some kind of switchblade with its thin and somewhat long input.
"Demonstrate." Nora sounded impatient. Anxious, perhaps.
Alad opened the briefcase, revealing a large, hulking military computer. He sat it on a bench aside him and inserted the strange drive-though it didn't actually insert. The drive sprouted small, metallic tendrils that weaved and snaked into the computer. They looked too small, too thin, too flimsy to do anything at all-like a light breeze would blow them from the motherboards and nodes of the computer into the breeze. But moments later, the screen of the computer came to life. A dim white, and then a map appeared. And then slowly, data began to flow in. That was Strangereal. This was SYBIL. The map updated by the seconds-Borderd faded from polygonal lines to their natural, real placement. Data pathways and their shortcuts appeared and icons danced about the screen. Ships, data uplink centers, sensory nodes-Alad interrupted the show as he touched the drive and the tendrils shot back into the drive. He extended it towards the Lizard Squad! men.
"I believe that I've held up my end. It's been a pleasure."
Nora fed more data into his ear and told him not only great compliments of his success, but also a cautionary tale. The FLOOF executives had hired a bug sweep. If the new proxies found the Supple intrusion the Corominans would surely be blamed. Part of him hoped they would so that they would at least have the Corominans distracted enough to make a move against the Corporacratic regime, but he also knew things would likely only get a hundred times worse and a thousand times harder if there was a war-even if unofficial or completely cold.
Lotion Empire, East supple lund, The angel of charity, and Troyskova
The Vapian Ambassador was baffled
"Mere hours ago, the Duke offered, pleaded with us to send forces. Forces that could actually help. Now we are being stiffed by these incompetent fools?"
The ambassador, who had taken over for the prime ministers communications with the Fusean Republic, began writing a new telegram.
"Sir Duke of Fusea,
We will not be talked to like a inferior nation. You have given your consent for sending in forces. We will not let your diplomatic snuff stop us from protecting the lives of Vapians. Dearest Duke, you should understand our anger. We will not sit by and allow the chance of Vapians being harmed be left up to you. We will not recall our forces."
~The Vapian Ambassador to the Fusean Republic, Luciano Bocheli.
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can anyone explain what else i cant do here
i was told to just use issues as a way to grow
plz help
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sorry can
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howdy o/
Marrabuk is the best. Also not technically in power. Which brings me to my main point.
Thank you, TNP, for your support of our government in these trying times.
Sure.
You can either have an article in the next RMB Today issue or the 16th SNN Issue.
Or you can just have a few cities on the global weather segment
How have you guys been doing.
Well that's done
Hello everyone :D
Hola! o/
Hello :D
So how are you today?
I'm great, today has been eventful.
And yourself?
I’m 12
Well that's good. And I can tell, Loh returning on the RMB, and whatever is happening in TEP
And I'm good, one of my neighbours has been yelling really loudly right now, I want to know what's happening
"What do you suggest?" He said.
"Me, sir?"
"Yes, you. I didn't hire you to think aloud and thus I wish you to give me your honest opinion." The duke replied.
The secretary, Benoît, looked around in shock for a moment and retreated into his mind for a cohesive opinion.
"The Vapian Republic does not appreciate that we are defending her city for her. In that case, I say we let the knights land, help pacify the city, and then begin the integration process later on."
The Duke shook his head, "No, that wouldn't do. We cannot allow any Vapian ships to pass into Campione. They are a force to be reckoned with. They already know how volatile our situation is and may take advantage of it by fully ruling over Campione before us."
"I have an idea, Master Duke." Another official pleaded.
"Go ahead, Secretary."
"We should inform the separatists in Lycceine that we are willing to join them in a two-front campaign against the Vapian naval forces. Once they arrive, we back out and watch as the Lycceinais are obliterated, all the while communicating with the Prime Minister's office explaining the situation in Lycceine."
The Duke shook his head in agreement, "Exhaust the Vapians, and take out our enemies from Lycceine. I like this."
The message of the ploy took three days to reach the brigades in Campione, who had already started to address the riots. The military hospital had been overtaken by Lyccenese patriots already, and it was a slow operation to try and quell the fighting from the outside in. The vigilant citizens of Campione were cautiously defending themselves from the Island of Campione and the Jewry, or Bohemian quarter where the fighting had not reached. Once the envoy has arrived to Toussainte's campsite, she was devastated.
"We are going to abandon the city?" She asked.
"That is the Duke's orders." The envoy spoke.
"Why? The Vapians—reliably, won't arrive until dusk. The entire city will be in the hands of the separatists by that point."
"The Duke told me the meaning of this tactic is confidential, and wishes you to have faith in him."
Toussainte took the message from the messenger-girl's hand and read it with her own eyes, before commanding that the envoy take some water and leave Campione and return to Karé.
"That Duke... What is he up to?" Toussainte muttered.
She looked out upon the merchant-city as it continued to be bombarded by street-duels and canon-fire. She did not want to let the brigades know that it was time to go home.
I still don’t understand what happened...
Ooof I feel
hello European
Agreed
Degenerate
Yes
Nice
Hiiiiiii
Congrats!!!
Go to sleep lib
Aerilia, Lorigia, Rivierenland, Libertandonien, and 1 otherThemaryland
Yikes maybe give them back their car keys?
Territorio di Nessuno, Aerilia, Lorigia, and The angel of charity
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