TheBladeRoden
Deity
I don't remember
Nesopolis
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Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
can you read your pm?
Update 5
“Another one?” asked Iggy, reclining on a beach chair, looking out into the bay in front of his house.
“Yes. He calls the place ‘Nuclograd’.”
“Good grief, how many more people want to settle this place? You’d think the general chaos, mismatched ideologies and frequent extraterrestrial interference would discourage them.”
“Well, if you look at this graph, the level of sanity to population ratio remains constant.”
“What does that mean then?”
“That the larger population corresponds to the larger level of insanity, but the insanity per capita remains constant.”
“And how insane is that?”
“Very insane.”
In the northeastern corner of Nesopolis, a the city of Nuclograd has been founded by a self proclaimed ‘Nuclear Kid’. Radiation from the nearby spacecraft craters is one reason for the name, though the request for permission to build a nuclear power plant has yet again been denied by the government.
The mayor of Port-Au-Julien has retired and traveled to the forests north of Epstonia to live as a hermit. Replacing him is Mayor Alex, who renamed the city ‘Port of Alexian’. Cartographers everywhere have groaned at the poor grammar, but Alex isn’t listening.
Epstonia expands northwards, much to the chagrin of a certain former leader of Port-au-Julien. In unrelated news, Epstonia has been declared ‘bedroom community of the year’ by the Nesopolis Herald, to which it celebrated by having more people leave to work in other regions of the city.
Renograd began to expand its already massive wind generator complex when Iggy called a meeting of the various leaders of Nesopolis. Apparently the city was now on a ‘budget’. The large cost of building the city had emptied every simoleon from the city’s vaults. Except what Iggy had in his pocket. He used it to buy a Sprite™ with it before going to the meeting.
“You bought a can of pop with the last of our money! If you weren’t mayor I’d put you in a gulag!”
“Easy Stalin, don’t worry everyone. I’ve found an excellent way to get a lot of new money for our lovely city every month.”
“Economic development?” asked a Greenville representative.
“Tourism?” asked Farow, waving a loach plushie.
“Industry?” ventured a sooty looking person from Blackbanana.
“Moo?” asked the Neo Highlandcow representative.
“Close. I let the government build a missile testing range here. Operated by our good friend ‘The Insidious Doctor Vu’.
The lights dimmed, ominous music played and a dark, echoing cackle rattled the building.
“In the meantime, I’ll be doing… um… odd jobs.”
“Legal ones?” asked Farow.
*Flashback to a panicked Iggy racing freshly-harvested organs out of the Fort Roden Hospital. Glancing around nervously, he stuffs them into the back of an unmarked van, then screeches off.
“Of course they are…”
“And the rest of you, um… tax more. Give your people less. Cut corners. Slash maintenance budgets. That kinda stuff.”
“Will do!” said Cleric enthusiastically. Once again, the ominous music and cackle soundtrack played.
“And Carmen: Stop trying to educate your people. It’s too expensive. Set up a school in your house if you want to.”
“Awww…”
“And about the University… we can’t afford the payment anymore. We’ll have to wait on that one.”
“Are you deliberately trying to make our people stupid!?!” thundered Alex.
Iggy was visibly shaken.
“Well, I guess I could do a few more shipments of organs- WHOAH! I mean, heheh, the piano-kinda thingies… you know.”
“Of course.”
“Excellent. This meeting is adjourned.”
After the meeting, Iggy took the advice of the various mayors (as they liked to call themselves, Iggy thought annoyedly) and invited Hibiki Railways to build a branch line through Nesopolis. The economy rose dramatically shortly thereafter, though Iggy credits his own personal work and fiddling around with the tax and accounting systems.
Continuing its passive-aggressive approach to relations with New Las Vegas, Logan has built a large area of heavy industry to mark the border between their two cities. While it has caused asthma rates to skyrocket in New Las Vegas, it has also brought more jobs, with which more gambling money can be procured from. Apparently not taking any notice of their hostile neighbours, New Las Vegas continues to become even more of a low-culture tourist destination with the construction of a Tourist Trap in town. Interestingly, Logan, which lacks connections with any other city in Nesopolis, is suffering from a minor unemployment epidemic. Life just isn’t fair, I guess.
Greenville has prospered. Cementing its place as a center of Nesopolis, it has built a subway system to its neighbours in Chipton, Farowville, Renograd and Luckytoningfieldville City. It has repaired the damages from the Klerikstan attack, and sent a counterattack, which was intercepted by Stealth Bulldozers at the Chipton/Colonial Chipton bridge. A large battle took place, ending in a Klerikstanian retreat and some minor road damage. However, a mob of unemployed dock workers reinforced the retreating bulldozers and managed to throw a spear at Greenville’s tank barrel, disabling it. With much cursing to the RNG, Greenville retreated back across the river.
Nikosia and Kallipolis have been engaged in fighting at what Nikosia declares to be the border. Kallipolis’ resistance is too strong to let Kallipolis make a beachhead, though the bridge was completed enough to contact the ground on the other side.
Meanwhile, Nikosia’s western industrial island has been pouring unprecedented (other than by Blackbanana) amounts of pollution into the air and water, annoying most of its neighbours.
Discontents pour into Stalintopia from everywhere that there are discontents. Many have been sent to ‘re-education facilities’ with Papa Stalin, others have started to work on the vast new farms in the north, stretching as far up as Blackbanana.
“It is my great joy to pronounce the University of Nesopolis open!” exclaimed Iggy to the onlooking crowd. But it wouldn’t have been possible without the help of a good friend of mine. One who has contributed more money to this city than all the taxpayers combined… coming to us directly via an untraceable phone call, please welcome the Insidious Doctor Vu!”
*scattered applause and evil music*
“Muwahahaha! Yes, I have been waiting far too long for this moment. Now at last, I have a center where my evil henchmen can train properly. Here they will gain the knowledge which will serve my dark purposes as my glorious zombie army takes this world by storm. Nesopolis is only the firs-”
Iggy pulled the phone away from the podium and turned it off. “The Insidious Doctor Vu, ladies and gentlemen!”
The applause was slightly more scattered this time.
“Anyway, I’m sure we don’t worry about that. You know how things work, the evil geniuses don’t usually succeed. So, please put your hands together for our wonderful new facility!”
*enthusiastic applause*
Notes: Don’t ask to build a college or a high school, I work my way up. Just ask to build educational facilities. I start with elementary, then high schools, then colleges, museums, etc.
I won’t always build things you ask for, if they are unnecessary. IE: New powerplants when we have an energy surplus. If you ask for ‘em and they’re unnecessary, you won’t get them. However, if they are, it’ll be your city that they go in.
I picture Stealth Bulldozers looking like a mix of a Lamborghini Diablo and a Bulldozer, coloured jet-black with tinted windows.
The University is in Port of Alexian, bordering Greenville and Luckytoningfieldville City.
“Another one?” asked Iggy, reclining on a beach chair, looking out into the bay in front of his house.
“Yes. He calls the place ‘Nuclograd’.”
“Good grief, how many more people want to settle this place? You’d think the general chaos, mismatched ideologies and frequent extraterrestrial interference would discourage them.”
“Well, if you look at this graph, the level of sanity to population ratio remains constant.”
“What does that mean then?”
“That the larger population corresponds to the larger level of insanity, but the insanity per capita remains constant.”
“And how insane is that?”
“Very insane.”
In the northeastern corner of Nesopolis, a the city of Nuclograd has been founded by a self proclaimed ‘Nuclear Kid’. Radiation from the nearby spacecraft craters is one reason for the name, though the request for permission to build a nuclear power plant has yet again been denied by the government.
The mayor of Port-Au-Julien has retired and traveled to the forests north of Epstonia to live as a hermit. Replacing him is Mayor Alex, who renamed the city ‘Port of Alexian’. Cartographers everywhere have groaned at the poor grammar, but Alex isn’t listening.
Epstonia expands northwards, much to the chagrin of a certain former leader of Port-au-Julien. In unrelated news, Epstonia has been declared ‘bedroom community of the year’ by the Nesopolis Herald, to which it celebrated by having more people leave to work in other regions of the city.
Renograd began to expand its already massive wind generator complex when Iggy called a meeting of the various leaders of Nesopolis. Apparently the city was now on a ‘budget’. The large cost of building the city had emptied every simoleon from the city’s vaults. Except what Iggy had in his pocket. He used it to buy a Sprite™ with it before going to the meeting.
“You bought a can of pop with the last of our money! If you weren’t mayor I’d put you in a gulag!”
“Easy Stalin, don’t worry everyone. I’ve found an excellent way to get a lot of new money for our lovely city every month.”
“Economic development?” asked a Greenville representative.
“Tourism?” asked Farow, waving a loach plushie.
“Industry?” ventured a sooty looking person from Blackbanana.
“Moo?” asked the Neo Highlandcow representative.
“Close. I let the government build a missile testing range here. Operated by our good friend ‘The Insidious Doctor Vu’.
The lights dimmed, ominous music played and a dark, echoing cackle rattled the building.
“In the meantime, I’ll be doing… um… odd jobs.”
“Legal ones?” asked Farow.
*Flashback to a panicked Iggy racing freshly-harvested organs out of the Fort Roden Hospital. Glancing around nervously, he stuffs them into the back of an unmarked van, then screeches off.
“Of course they are…”
“And the rest of you, um… tax more. Give your people less. Cut corners. Slash maintenance budgets. That kinda stuff.”
“Will do!” said Cleric enthusiastically. Once again, the ominous music and cackle soundtrack played.
“And Carmen: Stop trying to educate your people. It’s too expensive. Set up a school in your house if you want to.”
“Awww…”
“And about the University… we can’t afford the payment anymore. We’ll have to wait on that one.”
“Are you deliberately trying to make our people stupid!?!” thundered Alex.
Iggy was visibly shaken.
“Well, I guess I could do a few more shipments of organs- WHOAH! I mean, heheh, the piano-kinda thingies… you know.”
“Of course.”
“Excellent. This meeting is adjourned.”
After the meeting, Iggy took the advice of the various mayors (as they liked to call themselves, Iggy thought annoyedly) and invited Hibiki Railways to build a branch line through Nesopolis. The economy rose dramatically shortly thereafter, though Iggy credits his own personal work and fiddling around with the tax and accounting systems.
Continuing its passive-aggressive approach to relations with New Las Vegas, Logan has built a large area of heavy industry to mark the border between their two cities. While it has caused asthma rates to skyrocket in New Las Vegas, it has also brought more jobs, with which more gambling money can be procured from. Apparently not taking any notice of their hostile neighbours, New Las Vegas continues to become even more of a low-culture tourist destination with the construction of a Tourist Trap in town. Interestingly, Logan, which lacks connections with any other city in Nesopolis, is suffering from a minor unemployment epidemic. Life just isn’t fair, I guess.
Greenville has prospered. Cementing its place as a center of Nesopolis, it has built a subway system to its neighbours in Chipton, Farowville, Renograd and Luckytoningfieldville City. It has repaired the damages from the Klerikstan attack, and sent a counterattack, which was intercepted by Stealth Bulldozers at the Chipton/Colonial Chipton bridge. A large battle took place, ending in a Klerikstanian retreat and some minor road damage. However, a mob of unemployed dock workers reinforced the retreating bulldozers and managed to throw a spear at Greenville’s tank barrel, disabling it. With much cursing to the RNG, Greenville retreated back across the river.
Nikosia and Kallipolis have been engaged in fighting at what Nikosia declares to be the border. Kallipolis’ resistance is too strong to let Kallipolis make a beachhead, though the bridge was completed enough to contact the ground on the other side.
Meanwhile, Nikosia’s western industrial island has been pouring unprecedented (other than by Blackbanana) amounts of pollution into the air and water, annoying most of its neighbours.
Discontents pour into Stalintopia from everywhere that there are discontents. Many have been sent to ‘re-education facilities’ with Papa Stalin, others have started to work on the vast new farms in the north, stretching as far up as Blackbanana.
“It is my great joy to pronounce the University of Nesopolis open!” exclaimed Iggy to the onlooking crowd. But it wouldn’t have been possible without the help of a good friend of mine. One who has contributed more money to this city than all the taxpayers combined… coming to us directly via an untraceable phone call, please welcome the Insidious Doctor Vu!”
*scattered applause and evil music*
“Muwahahaha! Yes, I have been waiting far too long for this moment. Now at last, I have a center where my evil henchmen can train properly. Here they will gain the knowledge which will serve my dark purposes as my glorious zombie army takes this world by storm. Nesopolis is only the firs-”
Iggy pulled the phone away from the podium and turned it off. “The Insidious Doctor Vu, ladies and gentlemen!”
The applause was slightly more scattered this time.
“Anyway, I’m sure we don’t worry about that. You know how things work, the evil geniuses don’t usually succeed. So, please put your hands together for our wonderful new facility!”
*enthusiastic applause*
Notes: Don’t ask to build a college or a high school, I work my way up. Just ask to build educational facilities. I start with elementary, then high schools, then colleges, museums, etc.
I won’t always build things you ask for, if they are unnecessary. IE: New powerplants when we have an energy surplus. If you ask for ‘em and they’re unnecessary, you won’t get them. However, if they are, it’ll be your city that they go in.
I picture Stealth Bulldozers looking like a mix of a Lamborghini Diablo and a Bulldozer, coloured jet-black with tinted windows.
The University is in Port of Alexian, bordering Greenville and Luckytoningfieldville City.
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Am I to assume my other... project, went as planned?
TerrisH
Mischief?
Hibiki Railways is happy to notify the people of Nesopolis that Hibiki Security Corp will be building a small training facilities and housing project in the Area. we hope to supply you with all the private security needs, and that you will enjoy our Reasonable rates.
We also wish to notify you that Hibiki Airways has Expressed an interest in acquiring a small plot of land for the construction of an airport to service the area.
We also wish to notify you that Hibiki Airways has Expressed an interest in acquiring a small plot of land for the construction of an airport to service the area.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Grammar are only followed by the lower classes. Those with sufficient ton need not follow those heinous rules. LONG LIVE THE BOURGEOISIE!!!
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
Stalintopia is offering its own private grammar police...
TheBladeRoden
Deity
Ft. Roden requires an elementary school for all the army brats.
It also requires a military police station!
It also requires a fire station in cases of weapons tests gone wrong!
It also requires a military police station!
It also requires a fire station in cases of weapons tests gone wrong!
You are, you are.
Hibiki security? Man, you're a diverse corporation.
Though I don't think people would like to abandon their own security for someone else's.
Sorry, the government won't let us have one, for some reason. You'll have to deal with your desire for radiactivity by rolling around in the craters.
And I don't feel like joining at this time. I only need one Quebecois nation at a time.
And I don't feel like joining at this time. I only need one Quebecois nation at a time.
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
The Port of Alexian announces a name change. It shall now be known as Port-Au-Bourgois. Long live the Bourgeoisie! 
JosefStalinator
Я буду снова здесь
The Port of Alexian announces a name change. It shall now be known as Port-Au-Bourgois. Long live the Bourgeoisie!
Hrm... wonder why that name makes me nervous...?
TheBladeRoden
Deity
Martial law will be enforced!
Sheep
Orange Shrooms!
To the City Council of Klerkistan
From Greenville
We propose you stop these senseless attacks and we shall do the same. We mean no harm anymore.
Greenville Orders
Increase security by building more police infrastructure and bulldozer battalions!
Incease the educational thingies in our municpality
Expand our water grid allowing other municipalities to use it (at a small and economical price)
Expand our power grid for the same effect
Expand our subway system with all proceeds for ticket sales going to the Greenville Rail Corporation which is owned by Greenville Municpal Council.
Build a Parkland to be called Lord Mayor Iggy's park in honour of the founder of Nesopolis.
From Greenville
We propose you stop these senseless attacks and we shall do the same. We mean no harm anymore.
Greenville Orders
Increase security by building more police infrastructure and bulldozer battalions!
Incease the educational thingies in our municpality
Expand our water grid allowing other municipalities to use it (at a small and economical price)
Expand our power grid for the same effect
Expand our subway system with all proceeds for ticket sales going to the Greenville Rail Corporation which is owned by Greenville Municpal Council.
Build a Parkland to be called Lord Mayor Iggy's park in honour of the founder of Nesopolis.
Kozmos
Jew Detective
Wee I have a ship at my dock! Beat this you other weirdos!
carmen510
Deity
Carmenella Republique Orders:
Expand north with residential areas.
Start to build funds for an intercity subway/monorail.
Build up police and fire department forces.
Propose an alliance between us, Logan, Renograd, and Neo Highlandcow, for merging of the 'insert cool name here' alliance, for improving life.
Expand north with residential areas.
Start to build funds for an intercity subway/monorail.
Build up police and fire department forces.
Propose an alliance between us, Logan, Renograd, and Neo Highlandcow, for merging of the 'insert cool name here' alliance, for improving life.
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