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Majorly rushed again…

I just realised i missed a few orders and things, sorry :( The Loach orders etc will be in the next update.

Also, I wrote this before seeing the last few posts. Leperchauns will appear in the next update too :)

@Abaddon, I didn’t know where the Duanab were supposed to appear exactly, so I stuck them on the existing desert planet. BTW, its OK to have two races for now, so long as either one of them is a fairly minor race.

Update 4:

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4/00: The Angelic/Yaggisal Protectorate of Terra phases into existence, along with the planet earth, which had been thought lost at the end of the first ZPNES war. However, the Protectorate makes its base on Mars. Nobody knows what this species looks like, or what their motives are…

4/01: Penguiska is attacked by the mysterious forces of ‘Civilization Junction’. Luckily, nobody else in the galaxy has to face this inter-dimensional menace. The Penguiskans defeat them, with help from random Leprechaun adventurers.

4/01.5: As a side effect of this battle, it seems Penguiska’s leadership has become united again.

4/02: The Duanab race appears on Desert Planet #1, and begins disrupting the zombie worm-harvesting operation.

4/05: There aren’t any nuns left on Capello Prime for the Flying Squirrels to play with. All are dead, or have phased into different dimensions.

4/05.5: Capello Prime is becoming home to billions of Flying Squirrels, who are breeding frantically in order to replace their losses. In between breeding duties, they are also building up their industry.

4/11: The Loaches use their land-crawler machines to round up the natives on Flooded World, and ship them off to the Zombies, who eat their brains.

4/12: The Rockers declare that Purple Juppie is under their control. Life on the planet continues pretty much as normal.

4/14: The Rockers somehow manage to mind-control the Space Hydra.

4/15: The zombies keep heading towards planet Cerebrum. The black fleet is escorted by the Rockers’ Warped Tour, along with the Space Hydra.

4/16: The zombie/rocker fleet arrives at Industrial World. The zombies stop to brain-harvest some of the population, before moving on. The rockers stay behind to battle for the planet. The rockers unleash billions of Killbots, using their music to control them. The native resistors fight back with their steampunk war machines.

4/30: The Mewtonians betray the Obessian traitor ‘Orostein’ and send him back to Old Obesia, where the remnants of his body are processed into more food products.

4/31: The Obessians travel to unexplored #13 in their new planetoid-sized Obese ships. They find that planet 13 is covered in a kind of toxic/hallucinogenic algae, which they begin harvesting as a topping for their burgers.

4/32: With little opposition, the Obessian food industry is slowly taking over the galaxy. Almost every race sees a corresponding drop in the health of its population.

4/51: Penguiska’s outpost on Tekkworld is in the way of the Great Shamble. The zombies blast their way through the system’s defence grid. But the feisty penguins seem to be too much trouble for brain-harvesting. The zombies move on.

4/68: Two Exploration Blobs set forth from Cerebrum. One reaches Unexplored System A, which turns out to be a giant asteroid belt with useful minerals. The other blob arrives at Capello Prime, and is met by curious Flying Squirrels.

4/69: Mewtonian fighter craft attack New Scotland. The highland Cows shrug off the attack, but the Mewtonians capture some milk.

4/70: The anarchist hamsters take over Nice Happy World. The old trade routes are abandoned.

4/70.5: Nice Happy World is being polluted by thousands of new factories.

4/90: The zombies arrive at their next stop, the Sectoid planet. They discover that the Sectoids have big juicy brains to harvest. The Sectoids dig deep into the core of the planet to escape the onslaught. The sectoid tunnels are protected by hordes of genetically re-engineered mutohamster warriors. Frustrated again, the zombies prepare to jump to the next stop – the planet of Bills Revenge, home of the Flying Squirrels...

4/91: On the other side of the galaxy, the zombies are forced to abandon Desert Planet #1 due to Duanab attacks.

4/95: The Mewtonians discover that drinking Highland Cow milk causes severe mutation to a Cataclopse, resulting in a ‘Moocataclopse’. These huge, hairy, horny, one-eyed monsters become the new rulers of Mewtonia.

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Haha! wicked.. i'll start writing storys now :) Thanks for letting me have two nations :D
 
Excellent.

To ALL:
Nebula One, Unexplored System 10, and Unexplored System 12 are hereby declared to be part of the earth Neutral Zone. Any movement of a warship into these systems will be taken as a declreation of war upon us. non combat ships are free to come and go through these systems. If a faction seeks to claim one of these systems, Consultation with us is Required.
Earth WILL be preserved.
 
To: Mars
From: Penguinska

Oh shove off. We'll move our ships wherever we feel like!

Just for making that request, we will move our ships Glacier and Snowpenguin into Nebula #1. We won't attack unless you make the first shot.

Ya like that? Care to take back that ridiculous little claim?
 
we accept your declriation of war, and will be moving our Armada to destroy your pathetic ships imidiatly.

EDIT: hey, need to talk to you on aim about NiNES. I know you have it. just forget your name on it.
 
FROM: Flying Squirrel Empire o' Doom
TO: Zombies


Piss off!

FROM: Squirrels
TO: Sectoids


When the Zombies pass through, we will aid in rebuilding your civilization.

FROM: Squirrels
TO: Zombies again


Brains small. Much effort for you. Repeat: Sod off.
 
Brains thinking at Squirrels:
We wish to learn more about your species and other species you know of. We are also interested in small amounts (a ton or so) of scrap material of various origins from your civilization (metal, plastic, glass, junk). We don't have much use for solid equipment in our world. So we are unfamiliar with processed materials and we would like to examine some.

Brains thinking at Zombies:
With which organ does your species think/talk/control body movement?
 
OOC: Lol thanks Knight makes that reply soo easy

To Squirrels:

Brains.... We Go to Brains...

To Brains:

BRAINS!!!!

To Mars:

Brains....?
 
The Zombies are pleased... Very pleased... though the worm planet was no longer a viable harvesting planet the Zombies had passed through several other planets where brains were... It was around this time that the whole Zombie race decided living on one planet was just boring. More ships were constructed (out of dead things that float in space) and the Zombies became Nomadic, floating around the void from one planet to the next in search of their next meal at all times.

Those that were viable for zombiefication were converted on their homeplanets before they shambled off into the void in search of their first feed. The brains they could feel had contacted them somehow... the whole Zombie race felt this... and moved accordingly.


Orders: Abandon Planets, become Nomadic, roam the Void. Zombifie. ;)
 
Obesian Orders
-Continue harvesting the Algea, and find a way to make it more addictive and fattening.
-Research advanced medical techniques to fight the increasing problem of customers dieing of obesity related diseases. (aka longevity).
-Begin manufacturing planetoids in order to increase our land by which to store and breed slaves/soylent products. Also make them able to blow up planets.
-Explore Unknown 12.
-Rename Planet 13 "Slightly Newer Obesia"


To Zombies
From Obesia


Is it true your people require little to eat than the occasional dosage of brain? Do you have physical strength and mental capabilities to perform simple tasks? If so, we Obesians are interested in providing you with a steady supply of sustinence you need, in exchange for zombie labor, if it is indeed the solution to the problem of inefficient slave labor.

Damned things need so much sleep and food.
 
To Obesia
From Zombies:

Brains... *points in rough direction of Cerbrum*

We... strong, cant sleep... must feed...
 
To Zombies
From Obesia


Exactly how much time for feeding would you require? Would you need lunch breaks once a day, or can you subsist on only occasional feasting of brain, like scavengers?

And yes, we have many brains. And they can all be yours if you are willing to work in our factories, restaurants, and other places that require manual labor.
 
To Obesia
From Brains:

More Brains... stronger... faster... smarter... Us.
 
To Zombies:
From Metal Heads:

Again dudes, we will like grant you unlimited passage through our territory so long as you don't touch anyone, and we'll be on our way to help your invasion force thing shortly so you can get to the Brains.

Orders:
Build ships.....LOTS of ships, and totally kick the junk out of those foos we're at war with (who they be man? I totally just like blacked out man....partied too hard....)
 
Splaaaarg was content. The Duanab ruled their vast desert world,internal mining was complete, there were no more tunnels to dig. The one problem was the lack of animal skin for their hats... how could more be obtained? Massing together their darkest (worms dont like bright) they began construction of a wicked-oval-random-machine-hyperspace-over-large-expanses. W.O.R.M.H.O.L.E for short. Into this the 20 Hatmakers would be sent for to find a suitable species to exploit.

Orders:

Using W.O.R.M.H.O.L.E technology, jump to each planet obducting one indivudual for skinning.

Launch the 6 IPBM Sperm Bombs in order to begin colonisation of all nearby planets.


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The Moocataclopse Overlords lived on a warm mat, and sucked on their left teat. They were confused as to why the mewtonians were so excited about them being present.. they were overlords dammit! but every time they tried to pass new laws, all the mewtonians did was snuggle up to them.

"This is ridiculus!" Daisy snarled (one of the Great 12, leader of the council of 5)

"Why do they not cover before us!"

"There must be something we can do to cowe them!" Exclaimed butter-cup( Number 5 of the Great 12, not leader of the Council of 5)

Orders:

Construct Mewtonian incapasitating club of enthalpy (M.I.C.E.)
This device will chill the Mewtonians to their bones, and finally we will be able to rule over them, they will cover for need of their warm mats!
 
Outside of the only city on the planet of Penguinska, three penguins stood talking.

"And that concludes our plans: We send a colony expedition to unexplored #7, and name it Hakkzone."

Hakk beamed.

"Our fleet will move into Nebula #1, and engage the Martians."

"You're marrying them?" snickered Hakk.

"Grow up. In the meantime, we're pulling an extra trick on the Martians. Most of our ships were on ZPNES Prime Dimension Earth. As we have phased through the other states of existence, it only follows logic that our forces in Antarctica are also here. They will then temporarily leave earth and kick some martian butt."

"What if this is a different earth? There are an awful lot of them."

"Well, if it isn't, then we will just get more of our fleet from the previous dimensions to warp in to reinforce us."

"Good plan."

"I'm known for them. Anyway, in secondary business, Tekk, you can upgrade the defenses on our planets. I don't like how easily a certain world named after you collapsed under attack."

"They resisted well. And Obesoburgers were having a sale that day."

"You realize that they're a foreign corporation right?"

"They hire penguins, and are boosting our economy." piped in Hakk.

"And wiping out our traditional sushi bars. Think about where the profits are going. To Old Obesia!"

"I can't imagine they have anything other than our eating pleasure on their minds."

"You know what Hakk? You're the most gullible psychic I've ever met."

"Am not." retorted Hakk, shoving his XL Fries out of sight."

"Whatever. Anyway, this meeting's finished. Time to get a status report from our fleet."

Gris nodded to Hakk. A transmitter popped out of the cyborg's head, and a hologram projected in front of him.

"Forgemaster Admiral Pikt. A report on your situation in the Nebula, if you please."

"It's GREEN!"

"Thank you for that Pikt."
 
To Metal Heads:

Urgh... *nods*

To Mars:

... ... ..Ergh...

Additional Order:

Dont Harm MetalHeads as their brains are fried from their Rocking!!!
 
FROM: Squirrels
TO: Zombies


No brains here!

FROM: Squirrels
TO: Brains


Yeah, sure you can study our stuff. We can be friends.
 
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