Imperium OffTopicum XIV
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Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
Vietnam isn't able to do that.
Robert Can't
Éponine
Soft Orders lock *fluffy*
Also it annoys me that people keep saying that I should be more responsible for switching the focus to Vienna. Though I couldn't agree more I can't really do anything at all since the ball is completely in KaiserElectric's court. The last we heard it was a breaking new report. If I don't know what's going on then how do you expect me to do anything about it?
Urgh, basically what I'm saying is that if you want something interesting you said to become globally important it takes more than saying "GM please make important love and puppies". So please next time don't complain and say its my fault.
NEXTLY if one more person says that my stats are unfair or biased I will just get rid of the system. Its only there to provide a vague idea, a basic ranking to prevent nation x from saying "I have 500000 basil class carriers and will kill you" and then nation y saying "well ive got 2 hundered million billion nuclear missiles lol". People are constantly citing Patchy in the first turn and in my defense 1) his trade alliance was criticized as it was meant to be an alternative to METCU and ended up enveloping it 2) his UN charter failed miserably due to lack of interest. I honestly don't see what the major problem with this is - your RP affects the scores. Initial scores were based on how complete your sign up was. If you say you built a bridge your economy score increases, if you say you severed all relations to the UN, your political score decreases. I really don't see what is so wrong with this system.
It seems to me that you have become so stats centric that you expect IOT to run like a computer game with probability and numbers. Well if that's what you want go and play an Tani game because this game is just not a spreadsheet.
Also it annoys me that people keep saying that I should be more responsible for switching the focus to Vienna. Though I couldn't agree more I can't really do anything at all since the ball is completely in KaiserElectric's court. The last we heard it was a breaking new report. If I don't know what's going on then how do you expect me to do anything about it?
Urgh, basically what I'm saying is that if you want something interesting you said to become globally important it takes more than saying "GM please make important love and puppies". So please next time don't complain and say its my fault.
NEXTLY if one more person says that my stats are unfair or biased I will just get rid of the system. Its only there to provide a vague idea, a basic ranking to prevent nation x from saying "I have 500000 basil class carriers and will kill you" and then nation y saying "well ive got 2 hundered million billion nuclear missiles lol". People are constantly citing Patchy in the first turn and in my defense 1) his trade alliance was criticized as it was meant to be an alternative to METCU and ended up enveloping it 2) his UN charter failed miserably due to lack of interest. I honestly don't see what the major problem with this is - your RP affects the scores. Initial scores were based on how complete your sign up was. If you say you built a bridge your economy score increases, if you say you severed all relations to the UN, your political score decreases. I really don't see what is so wrong with this system.
It seems to me that you have become so stats centric that you expect IOT to run like a computer game with probability and numbers. Well if that's what you want go and play an Tani game because this game is just not a spreadsheet.
KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
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I'm not really asking for you to focus on me, I'm just asking for other focuses besides Vietnam. I was just using my event as an example. I'm not going to bother with the story if no one cares for anything outside of Southeast Asia because I don't write stories for self-gratification. I write them for other people to read and be entertained.
...and THEN for self-gratification.
...and THEN for self-gratification.
Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
Volgan claims:
Which reminds me. is the Volgan federation alright with me claiming any caucasion countries? you know, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Armenia...
Patchy
Emperor
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Sorry if my reaction comic caused any strife, I didn't mean for it to be taken seriously. I was actually okay with my starting area on the first turn, I knew that it would take more than just creating some groups and a UN charter to get a high stat score I just hadn't decided on what I would do.
People, putting time and effort into RP like Al-Haq is what gets you points. And from what I can see the nations that are doing that are the ones being rewarded.
No inspiration to write some RP this turn here are some claims:
danjuno
Cole Phelps, Badge 1247
As I stated before, I am extremely interested in the Vienna attacks.I'm not really asking for you to focus on me, I'm just asking for other focuses besides Vietnam. I was just using my event as an example. I'm not going to bother with the story if no one cares for anything outside of Southeast Asia because I don't write stories for self-gratification. I write them for other people to read and be entertained.
...and THEN for self-gratification.
Bair_the_Normal
転輪聖王
Claims updated:
KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
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My claims as well, btw. Part two of my story coming tonight, hopefully.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
You only start with 8 claims and every other turn you get 4 IIRC Plus Ireland doesn't have a land border with the rest of Britain so each province should equal 2 claims
also my claims
Attachments
Mosher
Mushroom dad
USA claims in red
danjuno
Cole Phelps, Badge 1247
@Megs Thanks for the heads up. My mom is making me go to bed now because I'm sick, so I'll put the correct update up tomorrow.
DroopyTofu
Double Bass Double Bass
Here's my expansion. I'll RP this weekend after I write this paper...
Omega124
Challenging Fate
"So, wait, why are we doing this again?"
"Ugh, listen up next time, Clubs"
An armored truck sped along the road, recklessly going over the suggested speed limit of 50 KPH. With very faint headlights and no backlights to speak of at all, the car was almost unseeable in the pitch black darkness of night. With no discernible marking on the vehicle, even lacking a license plate, it would be virtually impossible for anyone to identify this as a vehicle owned by the Special Task Force, the elite counter-terrorism unit of France.
"Our suspect is an extreme danger to not only France, but to all womenkind. She's a known terrorist charged with numerous crimes by multiple nations. We're here to get the tango, dead or alive."
The speaking woman, decked out in black kevlar and a helmet, sighed at having to give this awnser out to her subordinate. She's a good soldier, the woman thought to herself, but damn she will always question the motives of every mission we do. She stared at the questioning soldier; Club's green eyes were met by her own icy blue eyes.
"Yeah, I understand that, Spades," Clubs responded, tugging on her black hair as she responded, "But then... why did we let her get off scot-free earlier? Why wait until now?"
A portly woman responded to this question, "We didn't know at the time, Clubs. We simply just didn't know at the time".
The fourth and final woman, donning a boonie hat instead of the helmet of the other three women, chuckled. "Friend one day, enemy the next. It's how the world works, Clubs".
Spades nodded, her red hair covering her eyes for a quick second. "As Diamonds said, we didn't know. If we knew what the tango did before we would had never worked with the ". Spades could see the questioning solider nod at her response, and smiled that she was finally getting to her. "Now, let's just focus on the mission and not the politics."
"Yeah," the boonie-capped woman interjected as she tied her long brown hair into a knot, "they pay us to shoot, not to think."
"They certainly don't pay you to keep your hair so damn long, Hearts," the stout woman responded. She bemoaned, "Snipers. They get away with everything"
"Relax, Diamonds," Hearts jokingly retorted, "You get to play with all the cool toys. Why don't you let me take some of your C4?"
Suddenly, the van skidded to a complete halt. Whatever the destination was, it was obvious to those inside that they were there. Everyone started to make sure their headgear was on and weapons loaded. Excepting Hearts, who was slugging a sniper rifle on her back, everyone carried SMGs. All four weapons had suppressors neatly snugged on the barrels, and laser dot sighs were on the underbarrels.
As the squad of four dismounted the vehicle, Spades warned, "Remember, keep quiet. We don't want any undue attentions to ourselves".
The four women wordlessly started to hike up a hill near where they were parked. A dirt path led them straight across, with a simple woods surrounding their movements. While it was clear that this dirt road was made by humans, it was equally obvious that they didn't use it much. The forest was so pristine, it it felt almost as if no humans walked it since the advent of the nuclear war.
On the top of the hill, the group paused. A valley down below revealed a small house, with only two floors to its name. It looked neither opulent nor desolate; it was simply plain, almost as if it could fit in any random suburb. However, in the middle of the woods, where it was located, it was extremely out of place. Whoever lived here obviously does not want company. Unfortunately, they were about to get it.
"Hearts, set up a sentry here. If you see anything, radio me immediately. Rest of us move in to engage"
The group sans Hearts started to trek downwards. In front of the house was perhaps the most peculiar feature of the entire property. Rather than a simple property, the house was guarded by barbed wire, almost as if the owner was daring someone to enter the house. Pulling wirecutters from her belt, Diamonds walked up to the barbed wire and started to clip the spiked trap. The other three took guard as the woman attempted to make as little sound as possible. After a couple of minutes of intensive labor, a path was cleared.
The squad then reached the door of the house, which was, as expected of most houses at night; locked. However, this did not faze the red-haired squad leader in the slighest. Instead, she simply pulled a key out of her pocket, and jammed it into the knob of the door. Twisting it, a clicking noise was heard as the door was opened. Spades turned to her squad.
"There should be no one here but the tango," she whispered, "so I don't expect much resistance. However, keep your weapon ready at all times. I'll go left. Diamond, you go right. Clubs, take the stairs".
The two subordinates nodded, and then, in unison, the soldiers entered the building. They were greeted by a spacious parlor, with multiple doors to both the left and to the right. The house was spartan in the interior; a couch, a table, and a flight of stairs marked the only major furniture in the room. All of it was simple in decor.
Clubs, shaking her gun around as if she was expecting an ambush, started to ascend on the stairwell. Giving a quick glance to her rear, she could observe her squadmates going into the direction they planned they were going to. The black haired woman sighed. Send the rookie to the most dangerous part of the house. Of course.
Reaching the top of the room, she walked into the plain hallway. Entering the first room to her right, Clubs could easily observe it was a restroom. A restroom without an internationally wanted terrorist in it. She silently closed the door and moved to the next room. And the next room. And the next room. All devoid of any person; almost as if this house was unpopulated.
Reaching to the last door in this hallway, the rookie silently opened the door, revealing a bedroom. The room, much like the others, was sparsely decorated, with only a closet, a TV, and a bed being within the room. However, the bed had... something in it. Clubs cautiously walked forward, keeping the gun pointed at the lump on the sleeping apparatus. When she reached the bed, she immediately pulled the blanket off, revealing a tanned, sleeping woman in pajamas.
Immediately, the woman jumped up, "ohgoddesswhat'sgoingon"
"Isabella D'Cruz," with some fear escaping from Clubs's mouth, "You're under arrest. You h-"
"Oh don't read me that , I know my-" the former pirate moaned, getting back into her senses. "wait... what..."
"Yes, you're under arrest, for pira-"
"I should had known Pettigrew was a lying b****", Isabella resentfully admitted.
"You're a murderer!," Clubs responded, somewhat to reassure that she was doing the right thing. After all, she was technically a citizen of France, and this raid was... highly illegal.
"And you're not?," D'Cruz retorted, "You're STD. You go around to other countries and literally shoot them. Multiple times. In the head. Just because they have penises and hate women doesn't change anything. Probably President Pettib**** realized Texarkana is pissed that they gave me amnesty and is trying to tie loose ends."
Clubs felt an aching pain in her stomach. Was what the pirate was saying true? Was she a murderer? Attempting to keep a hold on herself, the green eyed soldier accused, "N-No! You killed those Frenchwomen on the Rosemary! You poisioned them!"
Isabella chuckled. "You're delusional, girl. The government didn't give a about them. Just pawns in the game of politics. Just as you, and, unfortunately, I was. The sailors deaths was a tragedy, but, please, France is stronger now. Stronger than any of the blasted patriarchies."
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Oh, this is precious! You don't know! You actually don't know!" Isabella smirked, like a cat about to eat a mouse. "Tell me, what is so important, that a nation would want its own citizens killed to cover up getting it? I'll give you a hint: it was on the ship"
"Plu-"
"Oui!", she said mockingly, "The plutonium. granted, the plutonium itself was useless, but I got something far better than raw plutonium. I got the damn missiles. In a year, France will split the atom again, and I'll poison all the damn women in the Navy if I have to, to get it. To see the Matriarchy finally crush the Patriarchy... that was my dream"
Silence filled the room.
"Now... I'm ready. My curtain calls. Time for the pawn be sacrificed.... for the king to be captured".
The former pirate reached underneath her pillow, procuring a gun. Instinctively, Clubs put a full clip into a pirate.
"No, no no..." she weakly cried out, tears forming at her eyes. "You poisoned my sister on the Rosemary!" Then, a horrid realization. "THEY poisoned my sister!"
Suddenly, Spades and Diamonds ran into the room, obviously hearing the argument and gunfire. The leader observed her soldier sobbing, over the bleeding corpse of the tango, Isabella D'cruz. The redhead wrapped her arms around Clubs
"You did well, soldier. Stand down"
"Ugh, listen up next time, Clubs"
An armored truck sped along the road, recklessly going over the suggested speed limit of 50 KPH. With very faint headlights and no backlights to speak of at all, the car was almost unseeable in the pitch black darkness of night. With no discernible marking on the vehicle, even lacking a license plate, it would be virtually impossible for anyone to identify this as a vehicle owned by the Special Task Force, the elite counter-terrorism unit of France.
"Our suspect is an extreme danger to not only France, but to all womenkind. She's a known terrorist charged with numerous crimes by multiple nations. We're here to get the tango, dead or alive."
The speaking woman, decked out in black kevlar and a helmet, sighed at having to give this awnser out to her subordinate. She's a good soldier, the woman thought to herself, but damn she will always question the motives of every mission we do. She stared at the questioning soldier; Club's green eyes were met by her own icy blue eyes.
"Yeah, I understand that, Spades," Clubs responded, tugging on her black hair as she responded, "But then... why did we let her get off scot-free earlier? Why wait until now?"
A portly woman responded to this question, "We didn't know at the time, Clubs. We simply just didn't know at the time".
The fourth and final woman, donning a boonie hat instead of the helmet of the other three women, chuckled. "Friend one day, enemy the next. It's how the world works, Clubs".
Spades nodded, her red hair covering her eyes for a quick second. "As Diamonds said, we didn't know. If we knew what the tango did before we would had never worked with the ". Spades could see the questioning solider nod at her response, and smiled that she was finally getting to her. "Now, let's just focus on the mission and not the politics."
"Yeah," the boonie-capped woman interjected as she tied her long brown hair into a knot, "they pay us to shoot, not to think."
"They certainly don't pay you to keep your hair so damn long, Hearts," the stout woman responded. She bemoaned, "Snipers. They get away with everything"
"Relax, Diamonds," Hearts jokingly retorted, "You get to play with all the cool toys. Why don't you let me take some of your C4?"
Suddenly, the van skidded to a complete halt. Whatever the destination was, it was obvious to those inside that they were there. Everyone started to make sure their headgear was on and weapons loaded. Excepting Hearts, who was slugging a sniper rifle on her back, everyone carried SMGs. All four weapons had suppressors neatly snugged on the barrels, and laser dot sighs were on the underbarrels.
As the squad of four dismounted the vehicle, Spades warned, "Remember, keep quiet. We don't want any undue attentions to ourselves".
The four women wordlessly started to hike up a hill near where they were parked. A dirt path led them straight across, with a simple woods surrounding their movements. While it was clear that this dirt road was made by humans, it was equally obvious that they didn't use it much. The forest was so pristine, it it felt almost as if no humans walked it since the advent of the nuclear war.
On the top of the hill, the group paused. A valley down below revealed a small house, with only two floors to its name. It looked neither opulent nor desolate; it was simply plain, almost as if it could fit in any random suburb. However, in the middle of the woods, where it was located, it was extremely out of place. Whoever lived here obviously does not want company. Unfortunately, they were about to get it.
"Hearts, set up a sentry here. If you see anything, radio me immediately. Rest of us move in to engage"
The group sans Hearts started to trek downwards. In front of the house was perhaps the most peculiar feature of the entire property. Rather than a simple property, the house was guarded by barbed wire, almost as if the owner was daring someone to enter the house. Pulling wirecutters from her belt, Diamonds walked up to the barbed wire and started to clip the spiked trap. The other three took guard as the woman attempted to make as little sound as possible. After a couple of minutes of intensive labor, a path was cleared.
The squad then reached the door of the house, which was, as expected of most houses at night; locked. However, this did not faze the red-haired squad leader in the slighest. Instead, she simply pulled a key out of her pocket, and jammed it into the knob of the door. Twisting it, a clicking noise was heard as the door was opened. Spades turned to her squad.
"There should be no one here but the tango," she whispered, "so I don't expect much resistance. However, keep your weapon ready at all times. I'll go left. Diamond, you go right. Clubs, take the stairs".
The two subordinates nodded, and then, in unison, the soldiers entered the building. They were greeted by a spacious parlor, with multiple doors to both the left and to the right. The house was spartan in the interior; a couch, a table, and a flight of stairs marked the only major furniture in the room. All of it was simple in decor.
Clubs, shaking her gun around as if she was expecting an ambush, started to ascend on the stairwell. Giving a quick glance to her rear, she could observe her squadmates going into the direction they planned they were going to. The black haired woman sighed. Send the rookie to the most dangerous part of the house. Of course.
Reaching the top of the room, she walked into the plain hallway. Entering the first room to her right, Clubs could easily observe it was a restroom. A restroom without an internationally wanted terrorist in it. She silently closed the door and moved to the next room. And the next room. And the next room. All devoid of any person; almost as if this house was unpopulated.
Reaching to the last door in this hallway, the rookie silently opened the door, revealing a bedroom. The room, much like the others, was sparsely decorated, with only a closet, a TV, and a bed being within the room. However, the bed had... something in it. Clubs cautiously walked forward, keeping the gun pointed at the lump on the sleeping apparatus. When she reached the bed, she immediately pulled the blanket off, revealing a tanned, sleeping woman in pajamas.
Immediately, the woman jumped up, "ohgoddesswhat'sgoingon"
"Isabella D'Cruz," with some fear escaping from Clubs's mouth, "You're under arrest. You h-"
"Oh don't read me that , I know my-" the former pirate moaned, getting back into her senses. "wait... what..."
"Yes, you're under arrest, for pira-"
"I should had known Pettigrew was a lying b****", Isabella resentfully admitted.
"You're a murderer!," Clubs responded, somewhat to reassure that she was doing the right thing. After all, she was technically a citizen of France, and this raid was... highly illegal.
"And you're not?," D'Cruz retorted, "You're STD. You go around to other countries and literally shoot them. Multiple times. In the head. Just because they have penises and hate women doesn't change anything. Probably President Pettib**** realized Texarkana is pissed that they gave me amnesty and is trying to tie loose ends."
Clubs felt an aching pain in her stomach. Was what the pirate was saying true? Was she a murderer? Attempting to keep a hold on herself, the green eyed soldier accused, "N-No! You killed those Frenchwomen on the Rosemary! You poisioned them!"
Isabella chuckled. "You're delusional, girl. The government didn't give a about them. Just pawns in the game of politics. Just as you, and, unfortunately, I was. The sailors deaths was a tragedy, but, please, France is stronger now. Stronger than any of the blasted patriarchies."
"Wh-what are you talking about?"
"Oh, this is precious! You don't know! You actually don't know!" Isabella smirked, like a cat about to eat a mouse. "Tell me, what is so important, that a nation would want its own citizens killed to cover up getting it? I'll give you a hint: it was on the ship"
"Plu-"
"Oui!", she said mockingly, "The plutonium. granted, the plutonium itself was useless, but I got something far better than raw plutonium. I got the damn missiles. In a year, France will split the atom again, and I'll poison all the damn women in the Navy if I have to, to get it. To see the Matriarchy finally crush the Patriarchy... that was my dream"
Silence filled the room.
"Now... I'm ready. My curtain calls. Time for the pawn be sacrificed.... for the king to be captured".
The former pirate reached underneath her pillow, procuring a gun. Instinctively, Clubs put a full clip into a pirate.
"No, no no..." she weakly cried out, tears forming at her eyes. "You poisoned my sister on the Rosemary!" Then, a horrid realization. "THEY poisoned my sister!"
Suddenly, Spades and Diamonds ran into the room, obviously hearing the argument and gunfire. The leader observed her soldier sobbing, over the bleeding corpse of the tango, Isabella D'cruz. The redhead wrapped her arms around Clubs
"You did well, soldier. Stand down"
danjuno
Cole Phelps, Badge 1247
Robert Can't
Éponine
I'm presuming that Clubs leaked it
Robert Can't
Éponine
Orders still needed from:
Mathalamus
Terran
Celt
Red
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Mathalamus
Terran
Celt
Red
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Mathalamus
Emperor of Mathalia
i gave you orders in a PM.
Robert Can't
Éponine
Oh sorry
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