GhostWriter16
Deity
If Romney dares try to clientize Cascadia, we will annex Cascadia. We refuse to have a vassalized imperial on our border.
Multipolarity III - Game Thread
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JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
We will not tolerate Romnesian vassalisation of Shanghai, lest Romney wishes for war.
Patchy
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Should Canada take military action against Cascadia for simply being allied to someone else it will be treated a lack of a proper causis belli and the UN will push to embargo you and intervene in the war to save innocent Cascadian lives.
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
The UKNZ finds it interesting that the first of these images blacks out the names of the recipients, whilst the second does not. Is this deliberate, or are they completely seperate images? It seems that it would be far easier to use the image again rather than upload a new one, unless one had a reason for revealing these particular names...
We can also confirm that the second image is indeed genuine, and a copy exists in our diplomatic records.
DT
Looking Closely
Ah yes.
OOC: I can confirm that these PMs are legitimate. The first had the names blacked out so those involved wouldn't be exposed, but after jehoshua's confession I deemed it necessary to expose the first part of the list.
I believe all 3 members of the Iron Alliance were PM'ed as well, and I discovered about a dozen who were contacted (including NGOs).
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
Many are attempting/will attempt to client the "Big 3". I suggest you hush your tone and try like everyone else, and hope they find your offer appealing and choose you over the 5 others.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Romney has already a piece of the cake larger than he can eat. Watch out or he'll choke with it.
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
The cake was ripe for the taking, while you were building military units I was enjoying cake. Delicious cake.
Some *cough* Pope *cough* have said that my gains are ill-gotten, but I've cut many resources and programs to gain my clients. Why should I give up what I worked so hard for, hmm?
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Cathisis: Oi! As we've said, clienting Byzantium will make us cross! So don't do it! 
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
Multiple people are all gunning for the 3. Don't ask me to stay out of it.
All you can do now is pray to the RNG gods.
All you can do now is pray to the RNG gods.
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Cathisis: Cat gods thank you. And I advise all people to stay out of it. But we have plans on how to aquire out client. So we will be fine.
Patchy
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Translation: He'll be couping Byzantium. Which means that now you only have to spend 25% of their GDP/Income to buy them off. Thank you for making it much cheaper for everyone to get a Big 3 client Spammers.
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Patchy
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Or am I?
Who knows after I warned you of the effects.
Tani Coyote
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Cascadia
Premier Pilgrim is apalled at the Canadian government's remarks, that both show Canada's contempt for Cascadia's independent foreign policy and for its independence in general.
As such, the Cascadian government announces that it shall not sign the accord that was earlier agreed to this year. No matter what action Cascadia takes, it fears that Canada is planning on making the former an appendage of itself.
Cascadia, as such, now contemplates reclaiming its former territories to the east, considering it appears Canada is hostile to it regardless of what course of action is taken.
Cascadia is also going a step further by saying that Canadian officials need not apply for alliances. (Cascadia gains anti-Canada tag)
Premier Pilgrim is apalled at the Canadian government's remarks, that both show Canada's contempt for Cascadia's independent foreign policy and for its independence in general.
As such, the Cascadian government announces that it shall not sign the accord that was earlier agreed to this year. No matter what action Cascadia takes, it fears that Canada is planning on making the former an appendage of itself.
Cascadia, as such, now contemplates reclaiming its former territories to the east, considering it appears Canada is hostile to it regardless of what course of action is taken.
Cascadia is also going a step further by saying that Canadian officials need not apply for alliances. (Cascadia gains anti-Canada tag)
Tani Coyote
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Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
First Annual Romnopolis Charity Dinner
The chef paced back and forth. He was clearly nervous - having been tasked as the Head Chef of the entire dinner, it was up to him to coordinate meals for the many.. diverse.. attendants.
A soldier dressed in the standard issue Romney Red uniform walked in. "Sir, the first batch of inmates are here. We got 'um locked up and sedated in the railway cars. What'dya have us do with 'em?"
The Chef let out a disgruntled sigh. "I already told you, they're to be offloaded into the industrial oven complex down in the parking garage. You should know this!"
"Sorry sir, yes sir." With that, the soldier departed.
The parking garage had been transformed into a large cooking apparatus. Hundreds of propane tanks had been offloaded and were powering flame grills that stretched across multiple levels of the entire parking garage. Dozens of browning corpses were slowly turning and cooking over the fires.
"'Ay, we got the next batch in, boss. Where'll ya have 'um?"
The Roasting Coordinator barked orders at multiple cooks, shuffling around like ants. He pointed towards a tarped area where prisoners were being executed and prepared for roasting. "There, and hurry. We got a quota to fill, and we don't have much time. HURRY!"
Elsewhere, a handful of orange-clad inmates were being led to a makeshift slaughterhouse. A few corpses hung by meathooks, where drained blood was collected in containers.
An inmate shook violently and struggled against his chains. "Please!", he wailed, "Please don't do this! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don--"
His cries for help were muffled shortly after a syringe was pulled out of his arm.
"Another screamer.." muttered the butcher.
Elsewhere, large crates with a fish insignia were offloaded from cargo trucks. Additionally, a red plumber in chains was escorted into the Kitchen. Mario meekly asked his captors, "You-ah want me-uh to make the pizza-pie, no?"
While commotion and chaos was happening outside, the inside of the mansion mostly devoid of chaos. The event occurred inside Romney's private home. The dining hall was capable of housing several hundred guests. When Cthulhu attempted to access the main hall, the East Wing of the mansion was utterly destroyed. Cthulhu apologized profusely, and special accommodation were made. After a half hour of strenous effort, Cthulhu finally managed to make it inside. Among the guests was King Bowser, Regina Ferrum, Fa'Lina, Obama, El Presidente, Caliph Rologhine ibn Firi, the Immortal King, Karl Liverstone, Cathisis, Kenji and Yoshi Bovine. Without a passing moment, President Romney kicked off the event.
Romney stood up and let loose that giddy, warm Mormon look at his guests. He spoke:
"Friends, allies, companions.. it is my honor and pleasure to announce the beginning of the First Annual Romnopolis Charity Event. By attending, you have represented your nations and represented the first step in world cooperation and peace. For your patronage and generosity, I thank you."
Romney held up his champagne glass.
"To the future!"
The guests clapped, and began eating and chatting.
The Immortal King waved, and a servant rushed forward. "I'll begin with a chilled glass of.. you know. Make sure it is heated but not hot, and don't forget to frost the glass." The servant scurried off and brought back a tall, red glass full of thick, red liquid.
Across from the Immortal King, the Spammers were seen fervently digging into plates of Spam. They attempted conversation with their neighbors, but talked too fast for anything coherent to come out.
The two Chinese ladies were quietly talking to each other. "Uhm.. uh.. servant person? Yes, you. Where is our food?"
"I.. I am sorry misses, one moment please."
Two plates were brought out. The chefs had prepared roast cat on a bed of rice, apparently a delicacy in the Chinese region.
Fa'Lina let out a displeased squeal. "Ugh, what pigs! This is an insult! Women deserve equal rights as men, not insults and low quality food."
El Presidente nervously shifted in his seat. He heard the ladies to his left.. "BLAH BLAH FEMINISM BLAH BLAH EQUAL RIGHTS BLAH SHAVING BLAH BLAH KITCHEN BLAH DISGUSTING MEN BLAH". He motioned to his personal guards and half a dozen men in suits walked over to him. With a wave of his hand they lifted his chair and moved him a foot to the right. One of his guards took food from a servant and tested it for poison, before placing it before El Presidente. He attempted to strike up conversation with his other neighbor.
BLARGHH GLARBLE CRAWGRH screeeech
El Presidente let out a sigh and focused back on eating.
Further down the table, an enthusiastic Liverstone was discussing his paintings with an unenthusiastic listener, King Bowser. Bowser let out a yawn while the painter incessantly rambled on about the Glory of the Imperium and the Pope. Bowser finally couldn't take it and muttered, "Why discuss such trivial matters?" He paused to take another bite of his pizza slice. "We should be focusing on who to utterly destroy next, don't you agree?"
Liverstone let out a quick, "Hmm?", and immediately returned to his lecture. Bowser let his head fall, defeated, into his pizza. He groaned in despair.
Another truck entered through the rubble of the East Wing and offloaded another dozen roast humans. Cthulhu poked his telephone pole and skewered one after the other, eating them two or three at a time.
At the head of the table sat Romney, at his left sat Obama.
Romney spoke: "Hey, Obama."
"Yeah?"
"What's the difference between Obama and Osama?"
"I dunno. What?"
"Oh, just a little bs."
GRAAHK GRABBLE BWUK!!
Cthulhu let out what could be interpreted as a laugh, and half a leg went flying from his mouth and landed next to the Caliph. The Caliphate was superbly annoyed, and multiple servants in turbans came and cleaned it up.
As time progressed, different parties finished up their dinners. Multiple donations by each party provided a substantial income boost to Romney's 99% Fund. He stood up for a closing speech.
"I hope you have all enjoyed your night here today. I thank you for your acts of generosity, and am proud to announce that the dinner has been a massive success. Billions has been raised towards my 99% Fund, and through your acts of kindness much poverty will be lifted from the Republic. Secondly, I am also happy to announce that Romney's jails have dropped as many as 80% of their inmates. We are one step closer to eliminating crime and poverty in this great country!
Please, enjoy the rest of your evenings. Preparations are being made for much of the spare food to be sent to your home countries, so you can enjoy Exquisite Romensian Cooking for weeks to come!"
With that, over the next hour participants said their goodbyes and left. Did this simple dinner symbolize the consumption and greed to come, or perhaps cooperation, trade, and peace in the future?
The chef paced back and forth. He was clearly nervous - having been tasked as the Head Chef of the entire dinner, it was up to him to coordinate meals for the many.. diverse.. attendants.
A soldier dressed in the standard issue Romney Red uniform walked in. "Sir, the first batch of inmates are here. We got 'um locked up and sedated in the railway cars. What'dya have us do with 'em?"
The Chef let out a disgruntled sigh. "I already told you, they're to be offloaded into the industrial oven complex down in the parking garage. You should know this!"
"Sorry sir, yes sir." With that, the soldier departed.
The parking garage had been transformed into a large cooking apparatus. Hundreds of propane tanks had been offloaded and were powering flame grills that stretched across multiple levels of the entire parking garage. Dozens of browning corpses were slowly turning and cooking over the fires.
"'Ay, we got the next batch in, boss. Where'll ya have 'um?"
The Roasting Coordinator barked orders at multiple cooks, shuffling around like ants. He pointed towards a tarped area where prisoners were being executed and prepared for roasting. "There, and hurry. We got a quota to fill, and we don't have much time. HURRY!"
Elsewhere, a handful of orange-clad inmates were being led to a makeshift slaughterhouse. A few corpses hung by meathooks, where drained blood was collected in containers.
An inmate shook violently and struggled against his chains. "Please!", he wailed, "Please don't do this! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don--"
His cries for help were muffled shortly after a syringe was pulled out of his arm.
"Another screamer.." muttered the butcher.
Elsewhere, large crates with a fish insignia were offloaded from cargo trucks. Additionally, a red plumber in chains was escorted into the Kitchen. Mario meekly asked his captors, "You-ah want me-uh to make the pizza-pie, no?"
While commotion and chaos was happening outside, the inside of the mansion mostly devoid of chaos. The event occurred inside Romney's private home. The dining hall was capable of housing several hundred guests. When Cthulhu attempted to access the main hall, the East Wing of the mansion was utterly destroyed. Cthulhu apologized profusely, and special accommodation were made. After a half hour of strenous effort, Cthulhu finally managed to make it inside. Among the guests was King Bowser, Regina Ferrum, Fa'Lina, Obama, El Presidente, Caliph Rologhine ibn Firi, the Immortal King, Karl Liverstone, Cathisis, Kenji and Yoshi Bovine. Without a passing moment, President Romney kicked off the event.
Romney stood up and let loose that giddy, warm Mormon look at his guests. He spoke:
"Friends, allies, companions.. it is my honor and pleasure to announce the beginning of the First Annual Romnopolis Charity Event. By attending, you have represented your nations and represented the first step in world cooperation and peace. For your patronage and generosity, I thank you."
Romney held up his champagne glass.
"To the future!"
The guests clapped, and began eating and chatting.
The Immortal King waved, and a servant rushed forward. "I'll begin with a chilled glass of.. you know. Make sure it is heated but not hot, and don't forget to frost the glass." The servant scurried off and brought back a tall, red glass full of thick, red liquid.
Across from the Immortal King, the Spammers were seen fervently digging into plates of Spam. They attempted conversation with their neighbors, but talked too fast for anything coherent to come out.
The two Chinese ladies were quietly talking to each other. "Uhm.. uh.. servant person? Yes, you. Where is our food?"
"I.. I am sorry misses, one moment please."
Two plates were brought out. The chefs had prepared roast cat on a bed of rice, apparently a delicacy in the Chinese region.
Fa'Lina let out a displeased squeal. "Ugh, what pigs! This is an insult! Women deserve equal rights as men, not insults and low quality food."
El Presidente nervously shifted in his seat. He heard the ladies to his left.. "BLAH BLAH FEMINISM BLAH BLAH EQUAL RIGHTS BLAH SHAVING BLAH BLAH KITCHEN BLAH DISGUSTING MEN BLAH". He motioned to his personal guards and half a dozen men in suits walked over to him. With a wave of his hand they lifted his chair and moved him a foot to the right. One of his guards took food from a servant and tested it for poison, before placing it before El Presidente. He attempted to strike up conversation with his other neighbor.
BLARGHH GLARBLE CRAWGRH screeeech
El Presidente let out a sigh and focused back on eating.
Further down the table, an enthusiastic Liverstone was discussing his paintings with an unenthusiastic listener, King Bowser. Bowser let out a yawn while the painter incessantly rambled on about the Glory of the Imperium and the Pope. Bowser finally couldn't take it and muttered, "Why discuss such trivial matters?" He paused to take another bite of his pizza slice. "We should be focusing on who to utterly destroy next, don't you agree?"
Liverstone let out a quick, "Hmm?", and immediately returned to his lecture. Bowser let his head fall, defeated, into his pizza. He groaned in despair.
Another truck entered through the rubble of the East Wing and offloaded another dozen roast humans. Cthulhu poked his telephone pole and skewered one after the other, eating them two or three at a time.
At the head of the table sat Romney, at his left sat Obama.
Romney spoke: "Hey, Obama."
"Yeah?"
"What's the difference between Obama and Osama?"
"I dunno. What?"
"Oh, just a little bs."
GRAAHK GRABBLE BWUK!!
Cthulhu let out what could be interpreted as a laugh, and half a leg went flying from his mouth and landed next to the Caliph. The Caliphate was superbly annoyed, and multiple servants in turbans came and cleaned it up.
As time progressed, different parties finished up their dinners. Multiple donations by each party provided a substantial income boost to Romney's 99% Fund. He stood up for a closing speech.
"I hope you have all enjoyed your night here today. I thank you for your acts of generosity, and am proud to announce that the dinner has been a massive success. Billions has been raised towards my 99% Fund, and through your acts of kindness much poverty will be lifted from the Republic. Secondly, I am also happy to announce that Romney's jails have dropped as many as 80% of their inmates. We are one step closer to eliminating crime and poverty in this great country!
Please, enjoy the rest of your evenings. Preparations are being made for much of the spare food to be sent to your home countries, so you can enjoy Exquisite Romensian Cooking for weeks to come!"
With that, over the next hour participants said their goodbyes and left. Did this simple dinner symbolize the consumption and greed to come, or perhaps cooperation, trade, and peace in the future?
Robert Can't
Éponine
I'm pretty sure I haven't been around long enough to have any stats yet...
Patriotic_Fool
The Mitt ©
Nonsense! You get stats immediately AND you get to expand/buy crap this turn.
Quick!
