Sonspiracy II: Another World Order

[Red_Spy]

Half-filled cans of Diet Coke and empty bags of Cool Ranch Doritos littered the desk. The only thing on this desk appeared to be trash, but the light coming from a computer monitor showed otherwise. This was the only source of light in the room, for we all know the average computer user is nocturnal. The man sitting in front of the desk was a big boy. Well, it might be a girl, but we are assuming those are man-boobs not actual ones. Long uncombed hair was pushed out of his face. This didn't help with his vision, for he had lost his glasses somewhere in the piles of junk in the room.

For now, let's call this man Trevor. Trevor barely graduated high school yet still went on to college. Young Trevor was always interested in politics and space. After 7 months at St. Ereal College, Trevor dropped out. This was due to low grades, low attendance, and getting into frequent arguments with his professor over the idea that The Bavarian Illuminati was still around and secretly controlled the politics of America. Trevor considered himself an expert on the topic. His professor considered him insane.

Now, back to the present day. Trevor's large hand maneuvered his mouse over a certain icon. Internet Explorer. Once he clicked this horrendous icon he was greeted by the home page of Bing. After pausing for a drink of diet coke, Trevor slowly typed. His greasy fingers spelled out: A. B. O V. E. Space. T. P. Backspace. O. P. Then he finally used autocomplete. After he clicked on the link to his favourite website, he looked over the recent articles. The Nazis Actually Won WW2. OBAMA IS LOOKING A LOT LIKE SATAN. Last Night Seemed Extremely Long. Trevor grinned, none have reported on what he had just found out.

He clicked on new topic, and began writing his post.

jon paul is a rssian spi contracted by the illuminazi 2 spi on the three cityzens

jermani saizs that the NASA has spied on the jerman prime mister. ive also had evidense that jon pauls reel name is josef t. stalenin. mr. stalenin iz actully spying on every1 so that rusia can rool the world with itss illumazi mastors..... [Rest of post not shown]

 

[arya126]

ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.

5 days later.


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ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.

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ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.

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ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL.


Direct Control has been assumed.

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THE MAN WOKE UP.

He got dressed.

HE UNDRESSED.

He walked outside.

HE WALKED INSIDE.

He combed his hair.

HE RAN HIS HAND THROUGH HIS HAIR.

A voice spoke to him.

THE VOICE SAID "TODAY, YOU ARE THE KING."

He got on a train.

THE TRAIN SPED UP.

He got off the train.

THE TRAIN SPED OFF.

He walked towards the presidential limo.

A BOMB WAS PLANTED ON THE LIMO.

He walked away and tried to shake hands with the president.

THE SECRET SERVICE HAD TO SUBDUE A MAN TRYING TO REACH THE PRESIDENT.

He became depressed and many clearly saw he was bipolar.

THE BOMB WENT OFF.

He fell to the ground.

THE PRESIDENT WAS HIT BY SHRAPNEL.

He shouted.

A MAN SHOUTED "I AM KING OF AMERICA".

The secret service shot him.

THE MAN WHO WAS SHOT RAN AWAY.

He died.

HE LIVED.

He survived.

HE DIED.

His life went on to be fruitful.

HIS LIFE WAS FROM THEN ON CONTROLLED BY THE REAPERS.

He was King of America.

HE WAS KING OF NOTHING.

The president died.

THE PRESIDENT LIVED.

Direct Control has been assumed.

OOC NOTE/Disclaimer: In case this comes to the attention of the NSA, it is completely a work of fiction and should not be taken as depicting real events if indeed these events are possible to be a part of reality. Have a good day, and may I suggest you listen in on the phone calls of Putin instead of browsing CFC if you wish to find anything worthwhile to national security.

 

[Omega124]

And I sincerely believe, with you, that banking establishments are more dangerous than standing armies-Thomas Jefferson

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Manhattan

A white limousine pulled up to a sidewalk in front of a large commercial skyscraper, and out walked a man, no older than his early thirties. Dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked up at the sign, proudly addressing the world that it was the headquarters of "Pearl Banks". It was a realitivly new bank, only established in the current decade, and yet it was one of the fastest growing banks in the entire world. The man even remembered hearing about plans of expanding into Hong Kong by the end of the next year. This, of course, made Pearl Banks into an international sensation; the stocks made millionaires to those with the foresight to invest in the upstart.

Of course, no one wanted just a piece of the pie; everyone fought for the whole pie. The boardroom became a civil war, but at the end, almost 98% of all the stock is now owned by Xavier Johnson; a ruthless oil tycoon from Texas who, after profits from his oil company started to plateau, went into banking to satisfy his lust for money. This proved to be a smart decision, as money started to roll into his account.

The man walked into the building, striding in with an aura of confidence. His short blond hair was matched by his icy blue eyes, and he scanned the room for anyone that might have been observing him. When he was convinced no one was looking at him, the man walked up to the front desk, which was occupied by a small, ravenette woman who was obviously the secretary. She was shuffling papers, so the man coughed to grab her attention.

With an irritated voice, the woman said, "What do you want, sir?"

"My name is Michael Gorman. I'm here to see Mr. Johnson," the main said with a thick Swiss German accent.

The woman rolled her eyes, saying, "He has no planned meetings for today. Plus he's very busy, and I-".

Gorman silenced her, putting his finger to her mouth. Then he grabbed a gold coin out of his pocket, and put it on her desk. The secretary adjusted her glasses, and observed the coin. On top of the coin was an eye, which was above two gears. Finishing the coin was a laurel, and the pattern was repeated on the other side.

The woman nodded, recognizing the coin, and said, "76th floor. I'll tell him a friend from Switzerland is coming on the phone."

"Thank you," he responded, as he walked into the elevator. The ride up was long and tedious, but mostly uneventful. Strangers came on and off, and Michael never said a word to anyone. When he was on the 76th floor, he boarded off, and walked straight into the door marked as Xavier Johnson's office.

There, he immediately shut and locked the door. An old, bald man in his eighties greeted him with a death glare, not happy that there was an intruder in his office.

"I told that damn girl not to let anyone in today," the old main grumbled.

"You definitely want to see me", Gorman retorted.

Johnson gave an exasperated sigh, and said, "Fine, but make this quick. I don't have all day."

The blond man took this as a cue to walk straight up to the desk. He sat down, and produced a second gold coin, identical to the one he gave to the secretary earlier. He smirked, reveling in what he was about to say.

"I represent a group of bankers from around the world," the main said, "and I have a deal for you. I'm buying out all your stock for Pearl Banks. I am authorized to write a check for any price you name, assuming you hand over all 98% that you own".

Xavier started at the man, completely dumbfounded at what the man said. "I'm not one for jokes, especially right now. What do you want?", he asked.

"I said what I wanted," the main respectfully replied.

The old tycoon continued to stare at the Swiss man. When Xavier finally figured that the man was being serious, he quickly responded, "Not for sale. Get out".

"I urge you to reconsider, Mr. Johnson. You could make a lot of money right now; more than you'd ever make with this bank," the man pleaded.

The old man remained firm. "No".

Michael sighed. "I wish it didn't have to come down to this," he said.

He immediately produced a silenced Ruger MK III from inside his suit. Before Xavier could react, Michael pulled the trigger, dispensing a .22 bullet straight into his brain. The former CEO and majority holder of Pearl Banks slumped over his desk. Blood gushed over the antique wooden desk, and the smile on Michael's face faded.

"You were lucky I was nice. I was told just to kill you, but I gave you a way out", Michael said. He grabbed the body and shoved it onto the floor. After that, he grabbed the now bloodstained coin and walked out of the room. A janitor, as if he was on cue, was waiting outside. Michael gave the coin to the cleaning man, who was armed with cleaning supplies and black trash bins. He took the coin and nodded just like the secretary, then walked out of the crime scene.

The assassin, just before he approached the elevator, quickly turned around. "Make sure the double arrives by 4", he said.

The janitor replied, "He will be, just trust me".

 

[Sonereal]

Question: Do you people rather a Civilization Kings system with mini-updates where I post the results of orders "anytime I feel like it" or a more rigid system like in RIOT and other games?

If the former, it would be more like "anytime I feel like it and have at least 50% of the players orders in" to prevent timezone punishment.

 

[Red_Spy]

Yes, to the first.

 

[Omega124]

I'd say 24 if half the updates are in, 48 otherwise.

 

[Sonereal]

I'd say 24 if half the updates are in, 48 otherwise.

Given I got 80% of orders in, I'll say 24 hour lock from the time I got 5 orders in, which was about 3:00 EST.

Then we'll do the CK system.

(Game is extremely easy to update)

 

[Jehoshua]

A letter to the Order of Templars.

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Spoiler :

Quare fremuerunt gentes, et populi meditati sunt inania? Astiterunt reges terrae, et principes convenerunt in unum adversus Dominum, et adversus christum ejus. Dirumpamus vincula eorum, et projiciamus a nobis jugum ipsorum. Qui habitat in caelis irridebit eos, et Dominus subsannabit eos. Tunc loquetur ad eos in ira sua, et in furore suo conturbabit eos. Ego autem constitutus sum rex ab eo super Sion, montem sanctum ejus, prædicans praeceptum ejus. Dominus dixit ad me; "Tu es petrus, super hanc petram aedificabo ecclesiam meam, et portae inferi non praevalebunt adversus eam. Et tibi dabo claves regni caelorum. Postula a me, et dabo tibi gentes haereditatem tuam, et possessionem tuam terminos terræ." Reges eos in virga ferrea, et tamquam vas figuli confringes eos. Et nunc, reges, intelligite; erudimini, qui judicatis terram. Servite Domino in timore, et exsultate ei cum tremore. Apprehendite disciplinam, nequando irascatur Dominus, et pereatis de via justa. Cum exarserit in brevi ira ejus, beati omnes qui confidunt in eo.

~Sancta Sedes Apostolus Petrus et Paulus: Vicarius Christi, Papa Pius Decimus Tertius

 

[Double A]

Ponies are now the national mixed drink of Guatemala.

 

[Arrow Gamer]

Facebook Headquarters, Silicon Valley, California, USA

The sweat of the man next to him smelled like rotten eggs. The stench was intoxicating, and for a moment Ron felt lightheaded. He tried to lean away, but the immensely fat woman to his left blocked his escape. He was stuck. Ron resigned himself to breathing through his mouth.

He reached into his jacket pocket again, and again felt the packet there, a reassuring weight. He felt out of place in his suit among the casually dressed businessmen around him. He was off an old breed, a generation which believed in formality, while the new wave of millionaires chose comfort over presentation.

A boy, younger than twenty-five, jumped on stage dressed in sandals, cargo shorts and an outrageously inappropriate t-shirt. He lamented the untimely death of the young Mark Zuckerberg, stating the social networking mogul would forever be remembered.

Then he opened the boardroom for the vote. Ron watched impassively as alliances formed and broke, as voting blocs rose and shattered, as lengthy friendships burned out and died, uttering only a few choice words when resolution seemed nigh.

Then, he saw one man rising to the forefront. He was an older man, the only other one in the room in a suit and tie, and had been the Chief of Research and Development for years. Named Richard, he had nine of the twenty-three board members on his side, and seemed poised to absorb two more with the promise of top positions.

It was time to strike. Slowly, Ron produced the packet. Most around him ignored the slim yellow folder, more focused on the debate at hand, but Rotten Eggs glanced curiously at it. Then, as Ron rummaged through and pulled out the picture of Richard (Dick, as he ironically went by) kissing a man who could only be a hooker, Rotten Eggs' eyes grew wide. Ron tapped his glass with a spoon, and the room quieted momentarily as the clear ringing noise filled it.

Holding the photograph high, Ron painted a picture of New Year's Eve, 1996. Rich had drunk to much, and picked up a prostitute on the way home. The rest was history.

Ron sat carefully back down, weathering Rich's death threats and dark glares calmly, and returned to his quiet demeanor. He offered no alternative, but one man took charge, the only one not stunned into silence. Quickly, he took control of the board room, and won the final vote six hours later by a slim margin of fifteen to eight.

Afterwards, the newly elected CEO and president of the company handed Ron thirty-three million dollars and the position of Chief Financial Officer.

It was a good day for the Network.

 

[Sonereal]

Some people asked me in the chat if Treasury Megabucks and Banked Power can be transferred through neutral cells. I originally said no, but have changed my mind on that.

You can transfer through neutral cells. If you're not Gnomes, the MBs sent are still subject to the 10% per jump penalty.

Transferring MBs or Power also requires an open link between the two cells, meaning you need to get permission from cell owners you want to move cash or power through if you want to save on costs or even reach the destination.

 

[Sonereal]

Global Conspiracy Map

The World of Valour: A Leaked Templar Newsletter [POSSIBLE HOAX]
Posted 4 November 2013
By Ronald_Fry

Link

Reply by Starfall19
Seems legit.

First.

[This user was infracted. See Community Terms and Conditions.]

Reply by MythMasterJon
Something about this just screams hoaxy, but can’t wait for the Tinfoil horde to flood the comments with how their third uncle, twice removed, secretly works for the Templar.

Reply by Ezio
Damn Templars.

Reply by Starfall19
“Joined: 3 November 2013”
Shouldn’t you be in Italy, Ezio?


The Jon Raul-Stalin Connection? [X-post from ATS]
Posted 4 November 2013
By TinyTim

Link

I read the post and figured OP was clearly trolling. But I dug into it and the connection between Jon Raul’s family and the former USSR is just undeniable.

[Post Continues]


The Odd Case of Xavier Johnson
Posted 4 November 2013
By iwanttobelieve555

Xavier Johnson: Former oil tycoon, already big money, buys 98% of the stock of a growing megabank. Not even going to focus on the 98%. Instead, look at the 2%.

All of them small, privately owned mutual funds.

Isn’t it just odd that a single person was able to gain 98% of the stock of a major upstart like Pearl Bank?

Unless, of course, he was supposed to get 98% of the stock. Concentrating the ownership of the bank to one person and…[post continues]


New CEO for Facebook Selected Despite Controversy
Posted 4 November 2013
By NotMark

“The Board of Directors of Facebook have finally chosen a new CEO for the company after the tragic death of Mark Zuckerberg (29). The name of the CEO will be announced in the coming weeks…[Post Continues]


Project Sovereign
Posted 4 November 2013
By David [Tinfoil Commander]

Project Sovereign, according to believers, is a hyperadvance US military platform capable of acting on land, on sea, in air, and in space. The platform, according to said believers, makes use of alien technology that the US Air Force is only now beginning to understand despite being in existence since the Pennsylvania Incident…[Post Continues…]
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Flagg Tips AND CHANGES

1. You may want to start off creating new groups. To create a new group, use an existing group you control (right now, everyone only owns their secret society) and use Support on an adjacent cell (above, bottom, or sides, not diagonal).
2. The Network and its groups have a special action called Bank Power. Power than is banked can be transferred and spent like Megabunks from the Treasury. Banked Power is more effective than Treasuries on defense.
3. A group can infiltrate, neutralize, or attack to destroy any group that isn’t a secret society, even if they don’t border.
4. If two groups are trying to create a group in the same cell, RNG determines victor.
5. IF I HAVE HALF ORDERS IN, AND THE LAST UPDATE WAS AT LEAST SIX HOURS AGO, I MAY POST ANOTHER UPDATE. Realistically, I’ll update at most twice a day, usually only one.
6. Roleplaying will earn a Roleplaying Bonus, which again is some extra MB in the Treasury.

 

[Civ'ed]

Awright lads, I ahve the absolute PROOF tha the NEW AMERICAN POLCIE is an ILLUMINATI conspirACy:

Spoiler :

Gentlemen,
Our plan to remove the profligates from American society is working splendidly. as we speak I've reformed the Police Force. At the same time, I have bribed some socialists into becoming the new Communist Party of America (CPA... heheh). I don't know what we'll use them for but we'll see.
We shall lead them into the light. We shall bring peace.

Comments:
Yeah no. - Anon

 

[Double A]

Why the crap is EA straight but not criminal?

 

[Sonereal]

Rule Change: If you're using Support to create a group, it now counts as entrenching yourself as well.

 

[Omega124]

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Washington D.C.

Michael Gorman sat on the bench for the bus, a newspaper covering his face. Outlined in the mass hysteria of headlines between conflicts in the middle east and the latest fight in congress laid projections in the stock market. The Swiss man smirked. The banks owned by a select few families, known commonly as the Gnomes of Zurich, continued to grow. Meanwhile, the few independent banks are slowly being taken over by more favorable management or simply falling apart. All in the day's work, he thought to himself.

The blond man put the paper down, and scanned the road in front of him. Cars passed idly, shuttling humans to and from their work, blissfully unaware that the man they most likely didn't even notice on the sidewalk was part of a group that secretly controlled most of the world's wealth. Before his mind could wander even further, a familiar voice greeted him.

"Hey," the voice said, obviously feminine.

Michael looked to his left, and a woman sat down next to her. Short and with her black hair in a ponytail, she looked exactly like the secretary from Pearl Bank, excepting the lack of glasses and being dressed in a professional business suit. She looked and Michael and smiled. The Swiss man returned it.

"Annette," Michael said, "You did good back in Manhattan".

Annette teasingly replied, "Infiltrating organizations is my job. Of course I did good." She paused a bit before responding, "Much harder than just shooting a man."

While she laughed at her own insult, Michael also jokingly responded, "Watch it, or I'll put a bullet in your eyes."

After a few rounds of making fun of each other, the blond man straightened up. "So, Annette," he said, "You said you had a reason to see me?"

The ravenette nodded. "That would be correct. We've worked together before, but not here. Not in America. I'm pretty certain this is your first time here, right?," she asked.

"Yes," Michael confrimed, "This is the first time I've been here. Why do you ask?"

Annette pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Because, there are some things you need to know. Important things. You know about the Templars and Assassins, right?"

The Swiss man nodded, seeing his female colleague take a whiff of tobacco. "You know I hate the smell of that stuff," he said.

The lady rolled her eyes and continued, "Well, I've got very reliable sources here saying that the Templars are... concerned about their position in America. Probably has to do with some Assassin s*** or something. The point is that the conflict between the two are going to light up here, and it's in our best interest if we look as unappealing as a target as possible."

"We finance both sides. They wouldn't dream of biting the hand that feeds them," Michael retorted.

Annette sighed. "If only it was that simple. Yes, they'll never attack us back home in Switzerland. To do so would permanently cause us to side with the other faction; they're not stupid. Nor will they strike us in New York; we own that city so tight it could be renamed New Zurich. But elsewhere, especially in our rich but unprotected holdings in D.C.? It's fair game if they're desperate for power. And money /is/ power."

"So you want me to scare the Assassins and Templars to leave us alone or something?," the hitman asked.

"Well, yes, once I can find them in this godforsaken city," the French Swiss woman bemoaned. "Until then, I'm going to be doing some investigation in the city. I think I got some leads about where some minor Templars are, but that's it. But you're coming with me; I need you as a bodyguard, and perhaps even a second set of eyes when I'm investigating. You up to that?"

Michael gave an affirmative nod. Annette then got up and stared to walk in the direction she came from. The man quickly folded the newspaper up and rushed to his friend's side. When he got to her side, the two nodded at continued to walk at a brisk pace. With purpose set, the two professionals walked with a gait of confidence.

 

[Sonereal]

Global Conspiracy Map

Lawsuits have done what bullets and bombs probably couldn’t do, and destroyed the Tentacle of Cthulhu. All the paperwork points to Facebook being behind the lawsuit, claiming the ToC infringed on “patents”.

The Reapers have infiltrated and taken over Electronic Arts.

The Reapers have canceled Shangri-La’s power for the turn!
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ConspiracyTalk is quiet. Waiting for the shoe to drop I'm sure!


Flagg Tips AND CHANGES

1. You may want to start off creating new groups. To create a new group, use an existing group you control (right now, everyone only owns their secret society) and use Support on an adjacent cell (above, bottom, or sides, not diagonal).
2. The Network and its groups have a special action called Bank Power. Power than is banked can be transferred and spent like Megabunks from the Treasury. Banked Power is more effective than Treasuries on defense.
3. A group can infiltrate, neutralize, or attack to destroy any group that isn’t a secret society, even if they don’t border.
4. If two groups are trying to create a group in the same cell, RNG determines victor.
5. IF I HAVE HALF ORDERS IN, AND THE LAST UPDATE WAS AT LEAST SIX HOURS AGO, I MAY POST ANOTHER UPDATE. Realistically, how I’ll update at most twice a day, usually only one.
6. Roleplaying will earn a Roleplaying Bonus, which again is some extra MB in the Treasury.
7. If you don't send in orders, I just entrench everything.