Tani Coyote
Son of Huehuecoyotl
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Since this is post 101. It is time for a lecture on:
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IOT X: The Space Race
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Wait, Tani, you aren't playing in your own game are you? Oh dear. This can only end well. 
Arrow Gamer
America's Dictator
The UK claims:
Spain
Scandanavia
Ireland
The rest of the British Isles.
Spain
Scandanavia
Ireland
The rest of the British Isles.
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
Ofc its a joke. Ofc i got it. Deerrrrrreppppppp
Ailedhoo
wonderer
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The SUDS feel it is need to post the SOI of France. Let none try to claim France. It is a simple amount of land and there is plenty amount land in Europe. You do not have to go west into France to expand.
This was taken from our claiment map. Hence the lightest blue is our SOI. Its our land. It will take time to claim. Failure to respect will result in fearing the wroth of the French resitance.
This was taken from our claiment map. Hence the lightest blue is our SOI. Its our land. It will take time to claim. Failure to respect will result in fearing the wroth of the French resitance.
The Emperor stood watching his troops march west, toward the lands they were about to conquer. (OOC: Claims attached.) He knew that XONES wanted the whole earth to compete in a space race, so that is what they would do. He turned to see his top advisor come in, a weak, but wise old man, who had been spared from the death androids.
The old man paused, then spoke slowly, "We have finished... the rockets... sir." The man had to stop almost every other word. It was slow-going, but the Emperor knew when someone could pay off.
"Good. Prepare to launch our first test rocket. Hopefully we will not be disappointed."
The old man nodded and hobbled out of the room. The Emperor would keep him, with good reason; no-one in a space race threw away a rocket scientist.
The old man paused, then spoke slowly, "We have finished... the rockets... sir." The man had to stop almost every other word. It was slow-going, but the Emperor knew when someone could pay off.
"Good. Prepare to launch our first test rocket. Hopefully we will not be disappointed."
The old man nodded and hobbled out of the room. The Emperor would keep him, with good reason; no-one in a space race threw away a rocket scientist.
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Daedwartin
Emperor
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I join as Merchant Republic of Venice
Population: 5,000,000
Official Language: Venetian
Captital: Venice
Largest City: Venice
Government: Merchant Republic
Doce: Enrico Dandolo.
Parliament: House of Merchants.
Foreign policy: Trade. Trade Trade. anti-Britain. We no like fellow MR.
Ethnic Groups: All are considered Equal. so we only care about your contributions to the economy.
Economy: the economy and government are the same. merchant republic.
Blue is original claims. lavender is my expansion.
Population: 5,000,000
Official Language: Venetian
Captital: Venice
Largest City: Venice
Government: Merchant Republic
Doce: Enrico Dandolo.
Parliament: House of Merchants.
Foreign policy: Trade. Trade Trade. anti-Britain. We no like fellow MR.
Ethnic Groups: All are considered Equal. so we only care about your contributions to the economy.
Economy: the economy and government are the same. merchant republic.
Blue is original claims. lavender is my expansion.
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Thorvald of Lym
A Little Sketchy
Tani, I'm gonna love to see how you keep that map up. 
It was three weeks ago that news began to circulate of the aliens' landing. Thought to be some follow-up to XONES's initial assault, a rag-tag resistance quickly formed in one last act of defiance, but was repelled effortlessly, and to the surprise of many, bloodlessly as well. The aliens had superior technology, but whatever weapons they had chosen to employ in that encounter seemed meant to subdue, not kill. Not wishing to test them further, organized opposition quickly evaporated.
The aliens began branching out shortly thereafter. They seemed... investigative, almost hesitant, operating around, but not within, the scattered villages. People didn't know what to make of it, but they came to understand that whoever the creatures were, they weren't affiliated with XONES. By the second week, soldiers were now moving through the villages; they weren't garrisons and only operated in small groups. Exotic vehicles could be seen traversing the savanna. They were expanding.
And then, a few days ago, Gwandoya experienced his close encounter. He'd heard of the aliens; it was his first sight of them. There were two, dragon-like creatures, encased in some sort of metallic armour. Stocky guns were slung over their shoulders. They walked along the centre of the village, casting glances on either side. The people simply watched, too frightened to do anything else. Then one of the soldiers pointed to Gwandoya's wife and young daughter. It made its way toward them, and he instinctively cut between them. It stopped, turned back to its comrade, then gestured for him to follow. He looked back on his family; his wife nodded, fighting back tears. He fell in line with the soldiers, who marched out of the village.
They said nothing, either to him or each other, facing forward and never breaking step. Eventually they reached some sort of transport. As one soldier went around to the front of the vehicle, the other motioned for Gwandoya to get in the back. It wasn't too different from the inside of a military truck, save the design. He sat further in, while the soldier seated itself by the entrance. Moments later its comrade rejoined them, and the vehicle lifted off the ground.
The vehicle turned out to be some sort of hovercraft. He watched the wake of dust as it flew over the surface at a ridiculous speed. He glanced over the soldiers, and they glanced over him, both obviously intrigued, yet also trying not to look like they were staring. He didn't know how far out they'd travelled when the vehicle began to slow down, and similar alien craft entered his view. It glided to a smooth stop and the soldiers disembarked; with nowhere else to go, Gwandoya followed. They stood either side of him and led him through the parking lot; he looked around at the strange machines, some transports like what he'd been on, others that were unmistakably military in purpose. More soldiers milled about, many without the headgear as his escorts, chattering in their unknown tongue that made the grounds sound like a bed of snakes.
They entered some sort of structure with tall, narrow, dimly-lit hallways. Wires dangled from the ceiling, many panels had been opened up, and workers seemed to be in the midst of extensive repairs. He got many looks which he couldn't help but return. Eventually they entered what looked like a medical ward, empty but for what he presumed to be their doctors. An alien in a distinct, yet also armoured uniform approached them, exchanging a sequence of clicks and hisses. The doctor then directed Gwandoya to a pillar to the left of the room. Heart racing, he stepped inside. It resembled the electromagnetic scanners from airports, but what it did he had no idea. The doctor walked over to a control panel, and Gwandoya found himself enveloped by blue light. The machine began to hum, two large semicircular blocks slowly rotating around him. He stood stock-still, breathing nervously. Then, after about two minutes, the machine shut off and one of the soldiers motioned him forward.
The doctor and his escorts exchanged short remarks, and he was taken out of the room and back down the hall. But just as he thought he was getting his bearings, they detoured deeper into the structure, entering what looked like a conference room. There were four other aliens, three in fancier uniforms, and one who he immediately took to be the leader, or at least someone of high authority. One of the escorts addressed their commander, who gave a curt reply, slowly making its way over to him. It scrutinized him like a scientist over whatever specimen was relevant to one's study, looking at him from a variety of angles, the same way, he realized, that he would be doing if the tables were turned. Then it straightened up. "Taisaa sho sak'eida?" Gwandoya realized it was addressing him; he shook his head, uncomprehending. "Twei p'nazu ki ree'fo?" He shook his head.
It tried again, using different phrases, some of which it had obvious difficulty trying to pronounce. It's searching for the language, he realized. Mustering all the courage he had, he interrupted with the declaration, "I am a human."
The room went silent. "I am a human," he repeated, tapping his chest. The creature's jaw shifted back and forth as it tried to mimic the phonetics. It responded with something that almost sounded like a Bantu dialect; his expression evidently betrayed his piqued curiosity, because the alien withdrew, contented with at least a cursory connection. It spoke to his escorts before turning back to the other officers, and he was led from the room.
They took him back to the village. Straight back, driving right into the middle of town. They said not a word, simply dropping him off and leaving. He told everyone that yes, he was fine, as far as he could tell; no, he didn't know what they wanted; why they took him, he could only guess. Besides the episode, nothing had really changed; the patrols came and went, nobody else was taken. At least, not from their village. Stories filtered in of similar catch-and-release incidents elsewhere; always back the same day, no bizarre experiments reported. Nobody knew what they were actually doing or why they did it.
Gwandoya did have one guess, though. He thought back to the exchange with the head alien; he hadn't made it a major point of his community debriefing, but he began to think it was the most important part of the experience.
They were trying to understand.
Well now I am tempted.OOC: I predict, Hitler is going to rant about this. Cue Thorvald making a Hitler Rant video
It was three weeks ago that news began to circulate of the aliens' landing. Thought to be some follow-up to XONES's initial assault, a rag-tag resistance quickly formed in one last act of defiance, but was repelled effortlessly, and to the surprise of many, bloodlessly as well. The aliens had superior technology, but whatever weapons they had chosen to employ in that encounter seemed meant to subdue, not kill. Not wishing to test them further, organized opposition quickly evaporated.
The aliens began branching out shortly thereafter. They seemed... investigative, almost hesitant, operating around, but not within, the scattered villages. People didn't know what to make of it, but they came to understand that whoever the creatures were, they weren't affiliated with XONES. By the second week, soldiers were now moving through the villages; they weren't garrisons and only operated in small groups. Exotic vehicles could be seen traversing the savanna. They were expanding.
And then, a few days ago, Gwandoya experienced his close encounter. He'd heard of the aliens; it was his first sight of them. There were two, dragon-like creatures, encased in some sort of metallic armour. Stocky guns were slung over their shoulders. They walked along the centre of the village, casting glances on either side. The people simply watched, too frightened to do anything else. Then one of the soldiers pointed to Gwandoya's wife and young daughter. It made its way toward them, and he instinctively cut between them. It stopped, turned back to its comrade, then gestured for him to follow. He looked back on his family; his wife nodded, fighting back tears. He fell in line with the soldiers, who marched out of the village.
They said nothing, either to him or each other, facing forward and never breaking step. Eventually they reached some sort of transport. As one soldier went around to the front of the vehicle, the other motioned for Gwandoya to get in the back. It wasn't too different from the inside of a military truck, save the design. He sat further in, while the soldier seated itself by the entrance. Moments later its comrade rejoined them, and the vehicle lifted off the ground.
The vehicle turned out to be some sort of hovercraft. He watched the wake of dust as it flew over the surface at a ridiculous speed. He glanced over the soldiers, and they glanced over him, both obviously intrigued, yet also trying not to look like they were staring. He didn't know how far out they'd travelled when the vehicle began to slow down, and similar alien craft entered his view. It glided to a smooth stop and the soldiers disembarked; with nowhere else to go, Gwandoya followed. They stood either side of him and led him through the parking lot; he looked around at the strange machines, some transports like what he'd been on, others that were unmistakably military in purpose. More soldiers milled about, many without the headgear as his escorts, chattering in their unknown tongue that made the grounds sound like a bed of snakes.
They entered some sort of structure with tall, narrow, dimly-lit hallways. Wires dangled from the ceiling, many panels had been opened up, and workers seemed to be in the midst of extensive repairs. He got many looks which he couldn't help but return. Eventually they entered what looked like a medical ward, empty but for what he presumed to be their doctors. An alien in a distinct, yet also armoured uniform approached them, exchanging a sequence of clicks and hisses. The doctor then directed Gwandoya to a pillar to the left of the room. Heart racing, he stepped inside. It resembled the electromagnetic scanners from airports, but what it did he had no idea. The doctor walked over to a control panel, and Gwandoya found himself enveloped by blue light. The machine began to hum, two large semicircular blocks slowly rotating around him. He stood stock-still, breathing nervously. Then, after about two minutes, the machine shut off and one of the soldiers motioned him forward.
The doctor and his escorts exchanged short remarks, and he was taken out of the room and back down the hall. But just as he thought he was getting his bearings, they detoured deeper into the structure, entering what looked like a conference room. There were four other aliens, three in fancier uniforms, and one who he immediately took to be the leader, or at least someone of high authority. One of the escorts addressed their commander, who gave a curt reply, slowly making its way over to him. It scrutinized him like a scientist over whatever specimen was relevant to one's study, looking at him from a variety of angles, the same way, he realized, that he would be doing if the tables were turned. Then it straightened up. "Taisaa sho sak'eida?" Gwandoya realized it was addressing him; he shook his head, uncomprehending. "Twei p'nazu ki ree'fo?" He shook his head.
It tried again, using different phrases, some of which it had obvious difficulty trying to pronounce. It's searching for the language, he realized. Mustering all the courage he had, he interrupted with the declaration, "I am a human."
The room went silent. "I am a human," he repeated, tapping his chest. The creature's jaw shifted back and forth as it tried to mimic the phonetics. It responded with something that almost sounded like a Bantu dialect; his expression evidently betrayed his piqued curiosity, because the alien withdrew, contented with at least a cursory connection. It spoke to his escorts before turning back to the other officers, and he was led from the room.
They took him back to the village. Straight back, driving right into the middle of town. They said not a word, simply dropping him off and leaving. He told everyone that yes, he was fine, as far as he could tell; no, he didn't know what they wanted; why they took him, he could only guess. Besides the episode, nothing had really changed; the patrols came and went, nobody else was taken. At least, not from their village. Stories filtered in of similar catch-and-release incidents elsewhere; always back the same day, no bizarre experiments reported. Nobody knew what they were actually doing or why they did it.
Gwandoya did have one guess, though. He thought back to the exchange with the head alien; he hadn't made it a major point of his community debriefing, but he began to think it was the most important part of the experience.
They were trying to understand.
To our fellow South Americans: (That would be Nintz.)
The Emperor would like you to consider signing a non-aggression treaty with Brazil.
The Emperor would like you to consider signing a non-aggression treaty with Brazil.
Nintz
King of the Britons
We accept.
Keep in mind that trespassing on obviously Uruguayan lands will be considered aggression, and thus a breaking of said treaty.
Keep in mind that trespassing on obviously Uruguayan lands will be considered aggression, and thus a breaking of said treaty.
We assume that means your already claimed lands? Nevertheless, we plan to expand to the west and north, not the south.
Nintz
King of the Britons
Then we will be fine.
Daedwartin
Emperor
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sorry, was focused on getting the actual nation made. currently retconing name to Most Serene Merchant Republic of Venice. we are not the republic of old, but we will uphold its name.
Lighthearter
President of the United States
Penciling myself in as the Kingdom of Hawai'i. Will post more later.
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Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
The SUDS feel it is need to post the SOI of France. Let none try to claim France. It is a simple amount of land and there is plenty amount land in Europe. You do not have to go west into France to expand.
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This was taken from our claiment map. Hence the lightest blue is our SOI. Its our land. It will take time to claim. Failure to respect will result in fearing the wroth of the French resitance.
He can't do that, can he? That's impossible.
Mein Fuhrer, I do believe he claims an arbitrary sphere of influence that currently contains our own territories.
Impossible! The French cannot claim territories which are already claimed. Luckily, I have a plan! Let's send the French an updated map, with our sphere of influence to show them where they better not tread! Silly Frenchies, get with the program. *mumbles* They probably use Apple maps..
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JamesCaesar
People-Vulture
Way to keep the French out of France.
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
Not my fault, my country was there before they even declared their influence.
If they want to invade a peace loving, pacifist Reich, then shame on them!
