A Brave New World Part 2

Well crap, might as well call it A New World Part 3
 
To: SUSA
From: Paragauy
Maybe i will not leave till we make peace or you beat me i ant going to leave till its all side and done.
 
@ Slim Shady- I need a response to that PM I sent you a few days ago please
 
Orders sent. It is going to be VERY interesting at least. And I have also sent a political cartoon regarding the current tensions between Iceland, Nijeria and their father government (the Danish Government). Let's see if they learn their lesson.
 
To UNSA
From the Empire of Virginia


I would like to make this as transparent, simple, and quick as possible. Virginia call's for a vote for the expulsion of the Republic of New England from the alliance, and the subsequent re-branding and re-organizing of the community. We put forth the formation of the North American Treaty Organization to bind our community together for self-defense and common goals. Upon agreement, I suggest we ask to affiliate our technological research with another major alliance, the European Alliance of Nations, if they will have us.

From: Texas

Our vote has been cast with the governments of the UNSA. Our vote lies with the creation of NATO and the expulsion of New England from it. To much evidence has been levied against New England and toward their involvement with rebel factions looking to bring down the nations of the UNSA.
 
OOC: Treachery! How sweet the sound,
that those who suckled from her providence
discard it callously when black winds howl.
When enemies become confidantes
in trusting friends,
then on your side, poised to strike,
are your own ends.
 
This'd be the 48 hour warning. I have plenty of free time now due to real life circumstances, so if you have questions, ask them quickly, and I'll respond to them quickly.
 
A quick question EQ, how come the West Indies give me 4EP but Guiana only gives me 1EP? Is Guiana very undeveloped?
 
OOC: Treachery! How sweet the sound,
that those who suckled from her providence
discard it callously when black winds howl.
When enemies become confidantes
in trusting friends,
then on your side, poised to strike,
are your own ends.


OOC: O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-
Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue,-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of [The Axis];
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And [New England's] spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
 
OOC: New England, you refuse to understand us. All we want is peace. A piece, that is. A piece of North America, that is that is.
 
Orders sent. Let's hope things go better this time. And let's hope I understand Mobilization and Stability well enough not to screw myself over.

And yay for the poetry battle!
 
@Slim Shady: There is no upkeep, and quality can be raised through technology and experience in battle.
 
OOC: O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,-
Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue,-
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of [The Axis];
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds:
And [New England's] spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry Havoc, and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

OOC: Hark! You see
only the enemy you would.
When at hand is salvation
you cast it aside in starvation
unripe for the new and rotting of old.
Then when the traitor's cold
grip seizes you entirely,
look back and take note
for we will always have been there.
Watching as we were
with arms outstretched
ready to give a helping hand
would you take it.
But spit upon the hand that gives
which built Itself up
and find yourself alone
in [Boston].
 
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