The Multipolar World (MP)
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Krzowwh
King
Democratic Social Republic of Takrur
150 into 30 armies
100 into 100 navies
410 into Industry
200 into Army Research
450 into Naval Research
250 into Air Research
300 into Espionage Research
150 into SDI
238 into clienting Paraguay
Takrur applies for the 2170 Olympics
Tani Coyote
Son of Huehuecoyotl
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Twenty RP points to GryffindorTyo!
Yes, though saying who you're taking control of probably isn't a good idea.
However LH also wants to become an NGO so you two should talk it out to prevent any hard feelings.
Failing that I could open two NGO spots but ...
Assuming they're being funded and haven't succeed entirely on their own merits!
Yes, though saying who you're taking control of probably isn't a good idea.
However LH also wants to become an NGO so you two should talk it out to prevent any hard feelings.
Failing that I could open two NGO spots but ...
Assuming they're being funded and haven't succeed entirely on their own merits!
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Ha. You arrogance will soon prove to be fatal.
Nukeknockout
Rusty Hinge
Mr. Christos, succeed on his own merits? Hahaha. Being serious here, the CRF is definitely being funded by a nation which wants to die. Me? I blame Venezuela.
Also, by my order, contraceptives are now illegal in Korea & women are not allowed to have jobs so they can fulfill their primary value as women.
-Acting Dictator Tochiro
Jehoshua
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The papal states commends Korea on its ban on the sale, posession and use of the moral evil that is contraception, and we praise it in upholding the dignity of the procreative act and of human life, which it in the destruction wrought by a culture of death, has so clearly comprehended under the guidance of Dictator Tochiro.
We do however express concerns over the prohibition on women holding jobs, this prohibition is unduly restrictive and removes women from traditionally feminine spheres of work such as the hospitality industry, as teachers and as nurses and midwifes, and of course from secretarial work. Korea should reconsider its blanket ban on women holding jobs and acknowledge the full potential of women and encourage the full expression of their mutual complimentarity with men.
We do however express concerns over the prohibition on women holding jobs, this prohibition is unduly restrictive and removes women from traditionally feminine spheres of work such as the hospitality industry, as teachers and as nurses and midwifes, and of course from secretarial work. Korea should reconsider its blanket ban on women holding jobs and acknowledge the full potential of women and encourage the full expression of their mutual complimentarity with men.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
In a few turns i will become leader of a unified China, and the world shall once again tremble just by hearing my name.
-King George I
Mosher
Mushroom dad
Though we cringe at the sight of segregation and inequality, it looks as though it is necessary for Korea right now - they need to recover their population as swiftly as possible.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
Afraid of my power?
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
No, it's just that I thought it might eventually be necessary to control terrorists some day.
christos200
Never tell me the odds
No need to search. Soon i will be an official leader of China and nuke the h**l out of you.
GenMarshall
High Elven ISB Capt & Ghost Agent
All the more reason to keep you out of China.
Tani Coyote
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Takrur will be hosting the 2070 Summer Olympics.
20 players; 10/20 orders in.
Orders will lock in on Saturday night, when coursework is out of the way.
NGO stats to be sent.
20 players; 10/20 orders in.
Orders will lock in on Saturday night, when coursework is out of the way.
NGO stats to be sent.
SSS Agent 007A moved through the building with his pistol firmly grasped in one hand. Whilst it was probably not a terrorist base, you coulnd never afford to chances. The CRF was as unpredictable as they got, and the Frozen Justice group was only known through secondary reports and unconfirmed sources. At any moment he could spring a trap completely unrelated to the ongoing hunt for 'king' George.
Not that George was there. The man would never be willing to 'abandon his country' and seek safety in a Scotireish base. Or so profile reports said. They also noted that he had done something similar before, so there was a good chance their profiling was wrong. And thus 007A was required to check every lead, no matter how unlikely it was.
There was, of course, nothing. The SSS director had insisted to the PM only days before that there were no bases in Scotireland. Not only was there no hope of the material entering the country discreetly when such a tight security sheild had been imposed, the CRF would get virtually no gain from setting up in such a hostile enviroment so far from their target area. But McScotsman Had insisted the search go ahead for political reasons, and so ahead it went.
DT
007A
Not that George was there. The man would never be willing to 'abandon his country' and seek safety in a Scotireish base. Or so profile reports said. They also noted that he had done something similar before, so there was a good chance their profiling was wrong. And thus 007A was required to check every lead, no matter how unlikely it was.
There was, of course, nothing. The SSS director had insisted to the PM only days before that there were no bases in Scotireland. Not only was there no hope of the material entering the country discreetly when such a tight security sheild had been imposed, the CRF would get virtually no gain from setting up in such a hostile enviroment so far from their target area. But McScotsman Had insisted the search go ahead for political reasons, and so ahead it went.
DT
007A
Nukeknockout
Rusty Hinge
Old Market Center, Shikoku refugee camp, Southern Japan, Korean Homeland...
Saturday.
The line of men coming for their allotment of food stretched out of the square. Soldiers armed with AN-94 assault rifles stood guard, ensuring there were no disturbances. All was quiet except for the shuffling of feet.
Near the head of the line, a young man turned back clutching the ticket which would allow him to claim a week's worth of consumable supplies for him and his three sisters. He began to walk out of the square to the consignment office, but he was stopped. A large man with many years on his belly seized the ticket, to which the young man responded with a punch before trying to take the slip of paper back. The two men scuffled over the tiny piece of paper in the dust.
Within a minute, three soldiers separated the two men, then methodically beat them with their rifles until they lay still, blood pooling from numerous wounds.
The line shuffled forward.
Ground Zero, Seoul, Korean Wasteland...
1st Lieutenant Anna Sinclair fired a burst from her assault rifle, cutting one of the hideous...things...which had killed her companions down. She paused for a moment to scan the devastated ruins of Seoul around her. Her mission had been to get to the crater to potentially retrieve a sample of the advanced Hawai'i'an nuke for the UN, but ever since the Hummvee had been smashed by a humanoid blob at least as large as it was, it had looked like it wasn't going to be. Both doctors had died in that incident, and the two mentally deficient corporals she had been saddled with had fallen in an ambush of what looked like oversized fluorescent cockroaches. She shook her head angrily, then dashed across the ruined street towards the ruins of a fancy church.
She paused to scan the route ahead of her, and then began to run towards the crater. Suddenly, she noticed a giant hunk of metal in front of her. Upon slightly closer inspection, she noticed a propeller sticking off it in the distance. That's a ship. She thought breathlessly. Then she noticed that the ship, clearly a military vessel, was crawling with hundreds of cockroaches.
Anna turned around and retraced her steps to the church. With that route blocked, the only way to the crater without leaving Seoul is through the palace. she realized. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran for the palace.
Somewhere in the Korean Wasteland...
She walked endlessly, one foot in front of the other. Until she tripped, that is. She fell into a small pool of irradiated water. The shock woke something within her as it splashed on the exposed bone of her left arm.
The cockroach, being the illogically persistent predator it is, waited at the edge of the pool for its prey to come out. Suddenly, a form rushed out of the water and seized the roach despite its sharp jaws. The form tossed the roach onto its back, then batted at the roach's antennae. The cockroach quickly turned itself back upright, but refrained from attacking.
The form began its long walk back to Seoul to finish its duty for the return of its fellows, and the cockroach walked alongside its new master all the way.
HAHAHA you should do stand-up!
-Nukeknockout
Saturday.
The line of men coming for their allotment of food stretched out of the square. Soldiers armed with AN-94 assault rifles stood guard, ensuring there were no disturbances. All was quiet except for the shuffling of feet.
Near the head of the line, a young man turned back clutching the ticket which would allow him to claim a week's worth of consumable supplies for him and his three sisters. He began to walk out of the square to the consignment office, but he was stopped. A large man with many years on his belly seized the ticket, to which the young man responded with a punch before trying to take the slip of paper back. The two men scuffled over the tiny piece of paper in the dust.
Within a minute, three soldiers separated the two men, then methodically beat them with their rifles until they lay still, blood pooling from numerous wounds.
The line shuffled forward.
Ground Zero, Seoul, Korean Wasteland...
1st Lieutenant Anna Sinclair fired a burst from her assault rifle, cutting one of the hideous...things...which had killed her companions down. She paused for a moment to scan the devastated ruins of Seoul around her. Her mission had been to get to the crater to potentially retrieve a sample of the advanced Hawai'i'an nuke for the UN, but ever since the Hummvee had been smashed by a humanoid blob at least as large as it was, it had looked like it wasn't going to be. Both doctors had died in that incident, and the two mentally deficient corporals she had been saddled with had fallen in an ambush of what looked like oversized fluorescent cockroaches. She shook her head angrily, then dashed across the ruined street towards the ruins of a fancy church.
She paused to scan the route ahead of her, and then began to run towards the crater. Suddenly, she noticed a giant hunk of metal in front of her. Upon slightly closer inspection, she noticed a propeller sticking off it in the distance. That's a ship. She thought breathlessly. Then she noticed that the ship, clearly a military vessel, was crawling with hundreds of cockroaches.
Anna turned around and retraced her steps to the church. With that route blocked, the only way to the crater without leaving Seoul is through the palace. she realized. Without a moment's hesitation, she ran for the palace.
Somewhere in the Korean Wasteland...
She walked endlessly, one foot in front of the other. Until she tripped, that is. She fell into a small pool of irradiated water. The shock woke something within her as it splashed on the exposed bone of her left arm.
The cockroach, being the illogically persistent predator it is, waited at the edge of the pool for its prey to come out. Suddenly, a form rushed out of the water and seized the roach despite its sharp jaws. The form tossed the roach onto its back, then batted at the roach's antennae. The cockroach quickly turned itself back upright, but refrained from attacking.
The form began its long walk back to Seoul to finish its duty for the return of its fellows, and the cockroach walked alongside its new master all the way.
HAHAHA you should do stand-up!
-Nukeknockout
Irish McScotsman glanced at the security reports on his desk. They were negative. Every team had declared their provinces clear of Terrorist activity. It seemed the SSS had been right that he had not entered the country. Still, their security screen would be funded yet further as the reigime became increasingly worreid about the size of the international spying rings, and their status as small fry was no longer there to protect them.
The Economic reports told a more positive story. Growth of 81% in the last 2 years had stunned economists across the nation, blowing past their already optimistic 40% projections into nearly unheard of realms. Estimates indicated Scotireland held 5.24% of the global income, a figure that they had estimated would be falling as the shattered economies of the east recovered. Clearly private investment in Scotireland remained high, as the government had not spent nearly enough to explain such a rise.
The diplomatic reports held a story of international economic recovery, growing global terror organisations, severe instability in the east, and a single UN resolution passing in the mad rush to prevent another Hawai'i. Irish stared at it with a sense of numb despair. The Single hope he had had of a nation that could deter any attackers had gone up in flames. There would be no defense now. Scotireland would be totally open to attack the moment he gave the order.
He pulled the phone out of his drawer, and sighed. Brief fantasies of resistance tumbled through his mind, thoughts of standing alone against the world with the nation rallying behind his banner. Irish Dialed in the number.
"McScotsman here. 21B was passed. You know what to do. Do it." A single tear for his nation rolled down his cheek as he gave the order. It was the end of all his hopes. He would not go on for much longer.
DT
Shattterd Dreams
The Economic reports told a more positive story. Growth of 81% in the last 2 years had stunned economists across the nation, blowing past their already optimistic 40% projections into nearly unheard of realms. Estimates indicated Scotireland held 5.24% of the global income, a figure that they had estimated would be falling as the shattered economies of the east recovered. Clearly private investment in Scotireland remained high, as the government had not spent nearly enough to explain such a rise.
The diplomatic reports held a story of international economic recovery, growing global terror organisations, severe instability in the east, and a single UN resolution passing in the mad rush to prevent another Hawai'i. Irish stared at it with a sense of numb despair. The Single hope he had had of a nation that could deter any attackers had gone up in flames. There would be no defense now. Scotireland would be totally open to attack the moment he gave the order.
He pulled the phone out of his drawer, and sighed. Brief fantasies of resistance tumbled through his mind, thoughts of standing alone against the world with the nation rallying behind his banner. Irish Dialed in the number.
"McScotsman here. 21B was passed. You know what to do. Do it." A single tear for his nation rolled down his cheek as he gave the order. It was the end of all his hopes. He would not go on for much longer.
DT
Shattterd Dreams
Why would I reveal something secret if I was planning on continuing to do it?
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