MjM
Deity
Send orders you hippies.
stMjMNES2: Sands of Time
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Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
Does that include me? 
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
When is the update anyway?
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Just do it.
TerrisH
Mischief?
Orders, and nation created. all hail SKITH!
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
MjM, where are you?
MjM
Deity
Temecula, California, United States Currently.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
MjM said:Temecula, California, United States Currently.
DUH! Ten'char!
EDIT: Everytime you post here, I think it's the update! Capeesh? Don't post in your NES unless you've got something important to say!
MjM
Deity
If I had the orders it would be the update....
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Just update, screw the people who didn't send it orders
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
What he said. If that's what's stopping you, just do it.
Silver Steak
The Ghost of SS
I see you are Online, master MjM. Are you perchance working on the update? 
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
The Love of the Kill
Screams filled the air, from both pain and rage. Metal on metal, grinding furiously, breathe hot and fast in the desperate mortal struggle for life and the hunger for death. Ariga fought again, like the many battles he had fought before. What could he possibly accomplish now? he was a war hero, a war veteran, an animal trained to kill in the quickest most efficient manner. A horn sounded in the distant, his horn, the horn to retreat. The horn of humiliation. I will not go! Said his mind, or rather his heart as his logic pleaded desperately with emotion. Never give up never die!
Die, Die DIE!! he screamed over and over again as he pushed his opponent over and stabbed him again and again with his sword. His chest heaved as he looked down at the dying man, the life leaving his eyes ever so slowly as if it were tangible. Ariga looked at his hands, his eyes were blurry but he could see the red blood, brilliant and shimmering as it dripped from his fingers. What demon is this!
Again the horn sounded, though it seemed so far away now, everything did. Even that dull ringing in his head. Feet pounded the ground in an effort to escape the oncoming horde of Shaita. Splashes sometimes, when feet drove through the blood soaked ground. What a terrible thing this war was.
Ariga MOVE! You will be killed come on we can make it back someone yelled and tried to grab him and pull him to his feet but he pushed the person away.
Away from me! These meager men cannot conquer me Ariga said hoarsely as he rose and looked wall of rage swelling and charging to him. Dust lingering in the air with an evil grin as it watched over his enemies. None shall defeat me.
His knuckles white with the pressure on the hilt of his sword. Sweat, dirt and blood all swam across his face, making him look like some desperate lunatic with the spirit and pride of a lion. Come lovers of mine, come and bring thy brutal judgment on my soul!
The first man to raise his sword to Ariga lost his head, clean and swift, a cut that left no scream to be heard. A flash again and Ariga slashed a second man across the stomach, leaving him to wither and die. Not a sound came out of Ariga as he weaved his sword like a needle through all these blood thirsty men, cutting on after another. Love me love me love me!
Suddenly a cut appeared on his arm, along with the glint of a sword as it swished out of his peripheral vision. Immediately he swung his sword back while spinning, increasing the speed of his swing and slicing almost all the way through a man, from his shoulder to his hip. He grabbed the dying or dead mans sword and blocked another blow before a sword slide through his stomach from behind him. He gasped, but drew no breathe, eyes wide. A cool calm took over him, his eyes lazily moving from side to side as he sank to his knees. What beautiful finality this is. With on last effort he threw his sword at one snickering man, landing it right in the middle of his skull. Yes my lovers, lay this body down to rest, how tired it is.
The birth of the first Sagira was seen here, by many of the SuriAti soldiers, the birth of the undying warrior, the unforgiving warrior. The warrior who trained and trained to kill, to paint a master piece in red and red and red.
Mark this day well, for this is how all warriors shall die, that is, they will never die said general Moshir from the walls of fort Shrida.
ooc Sagira litteral means Lover'sKill
can we have UUs? or make something like that?
MjM
Deity
Yes you can have UUs.
SEND OREDERS DSAD
SAF
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SEND OREDERS DSAD
SAF
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FV
MjM
Deity
Yes! You have.
Julius Gandi
The Foreign Disease
Part I
People crowed the busy streets. Indicas agricultural might have propelled its population to astronomical numbers. To add on to the huge population boom immigrations has began to sore as the neighboring nation is beaten back from their invasion. Some of the immigrants found work on Indican farms and richer immigrants even bought land and joined the farmers union. However, the majority landed in the cities. The rapidly growing cities were abundant with food, but space and jobs were limited. The young men enlisted into the military.
They were happy in their new land but there began to grow desire to reclaim their native land and move home. Indican Eritrians formed a sub culture in southern Indica and began a movement called Eritreclam. The movement supported an invasion of remaining Eritian land. The movement did not only have Eritrians but many Indicans who support Eritrian cause and the advantages the land can bring Indica.
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People crowed the busy streets. Indicas agricultural might have propelled its population to astronomical numbers. To add on to the huge population boom immigrations has began to sore as the neighboring nation is beaten back from their invasion. Some of the immigrants found work on Indican farms and richer immigrants even bought land and joined the farmers union. However, the majority landed in the cities. The rapidly growing cities were abundant with food, but space and jobs were limited. The young men enlisted into the military.
They were happy in their new land but there began to grow desire to reclaim their native land and move home. Indican Eritrians formed a sub culture in southern Indica and began a movement called Eritreclam. The movement supported an invasion of remaining Eritian land. The movement did not only have Eritrians but many Indicans who support Eritrian cause and the advantages the land can bring Indica.
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