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Preventus I blinked.
He wasn't supposed to be blinking.
With a groan, he paused and looked down on his body. His right foreleg was gone, and that his right hindleg was bending in a way it wasn't supposed to be. Yet no pain was to be found. Preventus - or more commonly known in Imperial Ruler Circles as 'Governor' - sighed as he forced himself to stand. His hindleg letting out a sickening crack as it snapped into place. The benefits of being Oberkolonialjenderalzhenfufurher was now being placed into effect again. Preventus looked down at his missing foreleg jumping up and down in front of him. He chuckled a bit as the leg reattached itself, the ligaments reconnecting with a definitive snap. As he moved his foreleg around, Preventus took stock of the situation around him. There definitely was blood everywhere on the street, one of his guard was being tended by a medic while the others were dogpiling the attempted assassin. If only they knew. He sighed, as he took a flash from his jacket. The magic that had been laid down millennia ago in his trenchcoat made sure that it would outlast him if he ever died. But that was a never. Like a constant, he would stay in the mathematical equation of the Empire. Putting his reattached hoof back down, he walked over to the assassin, with sixteen different guards and three of them pointing their firearms at him. He looked at the poor sod who was about to be wasn't, and gave the order. A shot and another number lowered by one in the equation of grand things.
A sigh escaped his lips. 
Mleocun was a bastion of freedom and democracy in the MineLegoEquestrian Empire, but such a bastion wasn't immune to instability and ambitious ideologues that plagued the Empire at large. Additionally so here, with such decentralisied and bzyantine separation of powers and authority. It resembled the Holy Roman Empire in structure, various states, fiefdoms, democracies, and unions called Mleocun home. Power emerged from his position and immediately dissipated one rank below him. No one was able to collect enough power other than him due to the way he had structured the land, meaning that only him could ever lead any standardisation of structure and ranks. But like wolves, taking down one power structure was easy, but taking down the rest? They would rally and seek to remove him from power. He could do nothing even with his immense power, lest he wished for total state dissolution. The construction of a new power structure, existing outside of the normal civilian structures took some time, but the military was a counterweight to the chaotic structure. Organised, they could easily carry out his orders in the chaotic realm.
He looked around, the bystanders had all left. An explosion was nothing to stop and stare about lest they be late for work. It was rush hour. The culture cultivated by the MineLegoEquestrian colonists and Equestrian troops he commanded was one of sacrifice for the state, a state that they controlled by their sacrifice. But he doubted the state would survive without him, and thus the deal. As long as the idea of Mleocun existed, he would. It was a powerful deal, made with sixteen bottles of whiskey, three stacks of paperwork, and the blood of an immortal. Preventus didn't understand how that worked, but it worked.
"Oberkolonialjenderalzhenfufurher!" A shout came, and Preventus turned his head, watching the rapidly approaching griffon dressed in black garb.
"What is it lad?" The griffon handed Preventus an enevelope, he took it with a levitation's grasp. It had the small little signitures of being Imperial in origin, and he opened it. Reading over the printed letter quickly and grimaced.
An Empire-wide conference.
This wasn't going to be good.
Hail the Confederation!
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State of Eurasia Report: Unrest and Unknowns
Summary: Due to ongoing conflicts within the region and the abdication of His Grand Imperial Majesty, Eurasia is in a state of unrest not seen in decades. Multiple organizations of varying goals and interests have begun to encourage their members and supporters to cause anarchy within Eurasia, including religious cults, criminal syndicates, and various terrorist groups.
State of the Colonies: The Grand Dominion of Noskyavia-Eurasia has reported insurgencies and rebellion within the northern governates. Mainly led by natives who wish to rid their lands of Eurasia’s greatness, they are a major problem and should be dealt with quickly. The Grand Dominion of Yeetusa-Eurasia have reported only minor protests, which will be dealt with shortly.
State of Vassals and Protectorates: Multiple vassal governments and protectorates have reported large waves of protests and insurgency, mainly calling for similar “freedom” from Eurasia. While most of these governments claim they will be able to manage, it is advised that their militaries and law enforcement agencies are reinforced by Eurasia as soon as possible.
Other: As stated before, many major illegal organizations have been reported to be a part of or encouraging these protests, mainly The Exiled and the Great Syndicate. However, some organizations, such as the Black Army, have remained silent during this period of unrest. Extreme caution should be used when dealing with these silent organizations, as they may be using the unrest as a cover up for their plans.
Ending: The Second Times of Troubles have begun for Eurasia. However, it will survive, and will become stronger because of it.
FOR THE EYES OF THE GRAND IMPERIAL COUNCIL ONLY
One Empire, One People, One Goal
Hail Eurasia
Hail the Confederation
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Post self-deleted by Hms nhs.
A single repeated message is heard coming out of Hellslayer.
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Easy to translate. The universal code for a cry of assistance. SOS. A distress signal. Again and again it repeats, for the best part of an hour and a half. Then silence. Nothing else comes through.
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Project: Nyx is almost complete. Combining the arcane energy in demons with some genetic science, a device is being developed that will send out waves of power. The resulting beams of eldritch magic are set to a certain frequency, which will reconstruct the genetic material of anything within range to mimic a demon's. A beta prototype has been unleashed on the Order of the Golden Sun. It destroyed the resistance quickly, incorporating them into the collective of demons. Soon, satellites will be deployed to send these beams across the planet, and even to other solar systems or dimensions. The potential is endless. Hell may well have won the war against humanity before it ever even began. The Temple of Umbra has begun the unveiling process on it's own members, checking for design flaws or unforseen errors. Once the testing is complete though, it will be rolled out across the country and then, worldwide.
The Lord Demon Jax Arcanic is filled with anticipation. A slow smile creeps across his face. They could not hurry this though, they could not afford to mess this up. But at last everything is coming together. They have waited so long, so long for this. Now, the time had come. Humanity will be no more, even animals would be morphed into demonic abominations. Hell would win, and the best part is, there won't even be any bloodshed. There will be no great war, no mass murder or extinction of the other races. Everything will just be one at last, as it should be. Everything will be Hell.
Ave Societatem Adscitis!
Hail the Confederation!
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Sobbing. It's a mortal act in which we mourn. One weeps with a convulsive catching of the breath. It's one seen in people bawling their hearts out, to mourn, or celebrate at great relief over something that could have gone so, so wrong.
Scarlet held Rose close. The little filly staying quiet and weeping herself. She wasn't sure why she can't feel her left leg anymore, but she didn't care. Rose was alive and mostly unhurt. Rose's faded blue coat was a tad coated with blood, and so was her's. Scarlet cried, and thanked... whoever was above that they both had survived. She wasn't sure that she could handle another lost of this magnitude. Rose was all she had left. She had lost her son to the horrific monsters of her homeworld. She... hadn't taken it well. But then this little Rose came in to her life two years later. Trying to run with a lamp in her possession. She had claimed it was a magical artifact. Scarlet had scoffed at the possibility but humored her, she was barely over nine years old after all.
The war veteran was of course, shocked when it was true. Mercenaries, assassins, and government agents trying to kill them both for the lamp. Travelled far and wide they both had. Just trying to find an answer to what Rose claimed was a family heirloom. And after a year of running, they found somepony with an answer. He helped to decrypt the runes, and that's when everything crashed down once more. In a desperate bid, Scarlet had held Rose close and lit up her horn, praying to the Five that the lamp would save them... somehow, get them anywhere but here. And it did.
Scarlet sobbed into Rose's mane, and she to her chest. They were injured, but alive. All thanks to... the lamp.
the lamp.
Wait! The lamp!
"Rose... where is it?" Her eyes darted around, Rose look up from her sobbing. Scarlet's eyes were red, and cheeks stained with blood. The unicorn looked around before spotting the lamp... at the feet of... something.
It was bipedal, tall, and menacing. Beady eyes were on its face, unlike an equine's or griffon's which were much larger than it. The nose was short and protruding. And there was no fur to be spotted on it apart from atop its head. Hidden by a kepi unlike anything she seen before. It was lavender in colour. Interlined with grey or sliver lining. The uniform was grey, with hints of lavender. And the armband it wore on of its appendages. Scarlet held back a gasp as she recognised it.
One of the Five.
The sixpointed star of Senja.
The creature examined the lamp. Rubbing it a bit and its eyebrows furrowed in disappointment before looking up at Scarlet. Its beady eyes trained on her.
"This yours, citizen?"
She didn't know what to say, the creature! It spoke fluently!
"Give it back!" Rose shouted, snapping her out of her stupor. She ran from her grip at the creature. It raised an eyebrow at the outburst, and at Rose reaching his legs. Trying to jump up and grab the lamp out of its grip. Before Scarlet could shout, it spoke again.
"Are you sure, young filly? This seems like an ancient artifact, not some regular lamp," He said. It was a he. He wasn't trying to hurt Rose as much as trying to keep the lamp out of her reach.
"It's a family heirloom... please, give it back," Scarlet pleaded, summoning the last bits of her magic as she prepared for the worst.
"Sorry, but Citadel Council orders, all magical artifacts are to be handed over to the Councilers for inspection and safekeeping," He said with a tired tone. Rose hadn't stop trying to take the lamp back.
"P-please, its ours," Scarlet said, getting closer.
"I..." The creature wanted to speak, but was cut off by a shout.
"Colonel! Don't run off without me!" Shouted Eight as she ran into clearing. Scarlet felt her breath caught in her throat. Rose stopped jumping and saw the pony too. She was lavender like it had been foretold in the scriptures. But she was wearing greenish clothes across her body. But it did not hide the two wings and massive horn she held.
"Sorry, ma'am, found two civvies here with this," The creature handed the lamp over to... One of the Five. Was she dead? Scarlet thought to herself. Is this the afterlife? There was a goddess standing right before her. Instinctively she bowed before what she had been thaught her life as the paragon of friendship and life.
Princess Twilight Sparkle
She paused and saw Scarlet bowing. And held back a sneer and a chuckle.
"We don't do bows around here citizen," She said, "Please... uh, rise,"
"Your m-majesty... you're real!" Scarlet exclaimed, an excitement that was cut short by her remembering her crippled hindleg. She grimaced, as it nearly threw her down on the floor again. Prompting Rose to run back to her. Letting her hold onto her. She muttered a thanks before the goddess spoke up again, the lamp twriling in her purple magic.
"This... is an interesting artifact... miss?" She raised an eyebrow at her.
"Scarlet... Scarlet Sword."
"Miss Scarlet, its an Imperial Artifact too... how did you get into possession of this artifact?" Twilight asked, taking a step forward.
"My mom gave it to me from her mum who gave it to her!" Rose chipped in. "She said it was important to protect it."
"Well then... from that alone I know you aren't fromh here," Twilight looked over the lamp once more before looking at the two. "Come, there's going to be an Empire-wide conference soon. Everyone would want to hear how you got this."
From the way she said it. Scarlet knew that was an order.
Hail the Confederation!
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What was once the headquarters of the Order of the Golden Sun was now nothing more than a pile of rubble. In the shadows of a twisted pylon, a man clad completely in black watches as a patrol of demons sweeps the ruins. He had arrived half an hour before the demons had activated the device. As he watched the humans around him collapse, writhing on the ground as their DNA was overwritten, the man had only felt a momentary twinge before the nanobots that flowed through his veins instead of blood blocked the waves' frequency.
The demons march past him, not noticing as he slips away in the opposite direction. He reaches into his pocket, confirming the hard drive he ripped from the computer was still there. The magnets were playing havoc with his systems, but the contents of the hard drive were worth it. This was the only unedited version of the Project: Nyx file he had been sent to retrieve. The version of the file that the demons had found was altered to add certain... instabilities to the systems of the device. Now he just had to find a way to get out of 
Hellslayer, as he had missed the retrieval window.
He checked his reactor status. There was still a day left before his systems wouldn't have enough energy left to operate. Unfortunately, the Order had not used a nuclear generator, so he had been unable to scavenge any fuel. He sighed, then broke into a run, becoming a solitary shadow drifting away from the bleak ruins of the Order headquarters.
All the world under one roof.
Hail the Confederation!
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✪ MINYAŁĆA ČVERĎ ✪
Presented By Alyosha Solkava
Feuraxian T6000 and P-45 tanks are holding open ground in Alendal, Leasath. Daulmārkian F4L-C0n tanks are struggling to find alternative routes to the city centre. Feuraxia have reportedly evacuated all their principal resources by boat, and are set to abandon the nation should Daulmārk not yield. Daulmārkian pilots are still not permitted to drop bombs on the cities.
Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Fatherland, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation
Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Tertania, Feuraxia, and 2 othersVlaRiSsiA, and The Very Dark Place
Workers News International!
With Mikhail Varvidona
“Какое ужасное утро, comrades! As news comes from the Supreme Soviet that Premier Brezchnev Kallaway was found dead this morning, the cause of death being from a gunshot wound to the back of the head. People across Brension are mourning the loss of the leader of The Revolutionary War and first leader of the Union of Socialist Soviets. But another surprise followed this morning, as the Supreme Soviet announced that Artem Proborosky, Chairman of The Soviet of Ministers and supposed successor to the Premier will not be mandated as acting-head of state. Premier Kallaway mandated that a council of elected officials, each not chosen by the Premier, will serve as the heads of state. The council is named “The Presidium” and will be the eternal governing body of Brension. Each official will serve a term of five years, then will be elected by the populace. This day will go down in Soviet history, as a day of mourning, but also a day of new beginnings. The government has stated-“
“Блядь!”
Artem throws the controller at the television
“He said I would be his successor! He must’ve figured us out, he must of known! That faulty assassin didn’t even hid the goddamn body!”
“Artem, calm down. This ‘Presidium’ is just a temporary hurdle. It will be passed once the people know of our true might.”
Artem stares daggers at the Soviet official
“The people? Do you think I give a damn about the people anymore? The people know Дерьмо. We will be the next rulers of Brension. Not the people, not this Presidium, and certainly not anyone else.”
They all sit in silence for a moment, then Artem speaks;
“Rally everyone. Tell them our ideas. We will kill everyone in this Presidium. A country with no true ruler cannot stand. Brezchnev’s final decree, will with no doubt be this states downfall. Then we will rise. And we will take what is rightfully ours. We are a faction. We are an idea. We are the future.”
Artem looks out onto the city of Krasnyy. He smiles.
“And kill all who stand in your way.”
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"46th mobile recon battalion reporting in; DSPR troops have seized sector A (Alendal North suburbs). Large F4L-C0n line bound for sector C (Alendal Central). Enemy Flyers over 32nd T6000-A airspace- ... predicting bombing trajectory over."
"32nd T6000-A (anti-aircraft) battalion in sector F confirms visual of enemy flyers, pinpointing targeting systems for HVM ignition... Unit 32, 33, 36 and 45 live for firing.... order received; launch confirmed."
"F-NAC 110th infantry engaged with DSPR armoured units in sector C, requesting T6000-M support engaging DS-unit F4L-C0n. Reporting DS-inf engagement requesting immediate support."
"32nd T6000-A anti-aircraft high velocity missile system confirmed kill of enemy flyers; 12."
"30th T6000-M reporting; sector C is lost, F-NAC 110 terminated, regrouping at sector B over..."
Hail the Confederation!
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--Slovenska International Airport, 12 hours later--
Whittfield:"Mary, what's wrong, how is the king?"
Mary:"He's alive, but in a coma, you're the new king..."
Whittfield, solemnly:"Ok, I understand what happens now, let's get to the palace for the protocol."
*They drive to the imperial palace
Judge:"Do you, Scott James Whittfield, pledge to protect the Empire of Cryptonnia and further her beliefs?"
Whittfield:"Yes."
Judge:"Do you understand that by becoming king all military power is concentrated in you?"
Whittfield:"Yes."
Judge:"All hail King Scott Whittfield!"
--Ouskirts of Slovenska--
Kunetsnev:"Okay gentlemen, we captured the assassin, and findings say he was a ridnezite drone. I'm glad Bombardone finally agreed with us."
The room:"Yes...*murmurring."
Kunetsnev:"General, you have the floor."
*General Dmitry Chuikov, commander of the Cryptonnian Armed Forces steps to the podium
Chuikov:"Good evening gentlemen. Today our king was nearly killed and now his butcher, Mr. Scott Whittfield, is in command. Long have we waited in the shadows, planning, conceiving tatics, but tonight that ends. We have stood by in the shadows as the monarchy has driven this nation into the ground. Their corruption and backstabbing have made us weak. They will slaughter men, women, and children in the streets like dogs. I have been into the meat grinders of war as they ordered us to keep marching as men died, and innocents burned in nuclear fire. We will end this. They cater to the long standing elites, while the people suffer in agony and despair. This ends at this moment. March with me to the palace and help overthrow the monarchy of old and establish a new Union. We will show them the might of the people of the power of the Brotherhood Union. Urrrahh!"
*The room errupts into cheering as lights in the back turn on, revealing hundreds of officers.
-- Planning room--
Chuilkov:"Kunetsnev, you will march your men into the military high command and the senate, while Polk brings his men will me to the palace. The other officers in that hall will have their men stand up around the nation."
General James Reinhardt Polk:"Ok, I'll set up artillery on Main and Baker streets and set up an AT and AA perimeter 10 blocks from the palace to make sure imperial reinforcements fail."
Hail the Confederation!
Hellslayer, Zicona, Feuraxia, and Ridnez
--One hour later, Cryptonnian palace--
Polk:"Ok sir, troops are in place, shall we start the march?"
Chuikov:"Yes, let's take the city before they can mobilize."
*in the palace
Aid:"Troops are amassing outside, and they're pointing at the palace."
Whittfield:"If it weren't for Alec III still being in a poor state, I would stand and fight, but we're in no situation for that now. Prepare the jet and the helis, we're evacuated me, the royal family, the personal staff, and the military staff. Also load Dr. Scortfield's papers so they can't find them, we're heading to the CSC. Also, I'll be back to sign a peace soon because we can't afford this now."
Aid:"Ok sir."
-- 3 Days later Noon in the palace --
(The plane left just in time and the palace was taken with little resistance. The only resistance was a platoon of soldiers and the 50 guards. Dmitry Chuikov is the new head of state with Polk as the senator. The cease fire was called yesterday at 8 PM).
Whittfield:"Dmitry, let's get this over with, I have matters to attend to."
Chuikov:"That's not my concern right now."
*Whittfield signs the document
Chuikov:"Hail the Union!"
(I'll have other details later, also, I know this is a double post, but I have other things to do right now and it's easier for me OOC)
Hail the Confederation!
City centre is ours, we’ve taken the town hall. About 30 pushing towards the library opposite, believe there’s some stragglers inside.
Solid copy. Orders stand, leasathian citizens are no-go, Feuraxian mercenaries are kill, don’t capture.
We already have 4 ziptied in the basement, confirm kdk?
Negative, keep for interrogation. We’ve already got word they’re packing in, taking what they can and getting the hell out by boat. Might be a good opportunity to give the navy a good stretch of its legs across the Pike.
Just got word they’ve taken the library, just some kids. We’ll push forward to the docks, try to cut off some of their escape.
(Hail the confederation)
Post self-deleted by The Very Dark Place.
IS#29 HAS CONCLUDED | DESMOND IS PRESIDENT
Senator Richard Desmond of 
The Yeetusa has won the election, and has become the 6th President. His predecessor, Viktor McRain, also originated in The Yeetusa. Some saying that Richard was the protege of the late McRain.
While the Imperial Council was unhappy with Richard's unprofessionalism in his debate, the leader of the Opposition Theodora Aritidoukas of Zicona did not turn up, much to the dismay of His Supreme Majesty.
Rumours are floating around about the empowerment the Presient will recieve in the coming days. The Council will not confirm any rumours.
Congratulations to Richard!
Please can you, and your Cabinet, swear the oath!
Hail the Confederation!
Dame Anastasia Clarke HCS
Lady Overseer of the Imperial Senate
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▀▄▀▄▀▄ DAULMARK VICTORY! ▄▀▄▀▄▀
Tactical missiles were fired from Feuraxian cruisers this morning, as Marshal Jim MacDuffy announced the complete and utter demolition of any and all infrastructure connecting Alendal and the port city of Seagate. The last container vessel departed the Leasathean port last night, bound for Port Patterson; Feuraxia. This means the mission has been accomplished; all assets are out of Leasath and there is no reason for Feuraxian lives to be risked on the continent any further.
Several aircraft took off from Alendal International airport shortly before the tactical missile strikes. These aircraft contained the last of the Feuraxian soldiers operating in Leasath; they will fly to the Danern Islands for refueling, and from there back home to Feuraxia.
Leasath may have fallen to Daulmarkian hands, but the war is over and we can rebuild on our side of the Pike Ocean.
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Hail the Confederation!
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✪ MINYAŁĆA ČVERĎ ✪
Presented By Alyosha Solkava
Victory in the east! The Daulmārkian People’s Army have successfully liberated the Republic of Leasath from their capitalist enslavers. Leasath will now be reformed into a direct satellite state under the protection of the DSPR to ensure its political integrity and quick reconstruction. The coastline will now be more securely reinforced for OTO and the DUSR now under their control. “Songbird” ICBM’s can now be transported to closer ranges securely inside Leasath.
Long live our glorious fatherland!
Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Fatherland, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation
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"Forthwith, and for all my natural life henceforth, I swear I shall serve my immortal master, the Emperor of Jocospor, and His Confederation of Corrupt Dictators to the greatest extent of my faculties. I shall lead with distinction, with fortitude and with integrity. Always, I will obey the authorities that command me. Always, I will strictly adhere to Imperial Law. Always, I will strive to advance the Emperor, the Imperial Empire, the Confederation, Lex Magnus Corpus, and the principles of dictatorial government. Should I fail in these endeavours, or act seditiously, ignorantly or slothfully, I declare my regional titles forfeit and myself susceptible to just punishment. So help me."
Hail the Confederation!
Hellslayer, Cape canavral, Tertania, Feuraxia, and 2 othersVlaRiSsiA, and Russian states of eurasia
Throughout all of history, there has been war. From wars between counts and dukes over petty disputes or trying to grow their influence, to kings and emperors, seeking to make their mark in history. To tribes fighting over food, to empires fighting over new colonial holdings. Yet, in the thousands of years humanity has existed, in the thousands of years of technological and societal evolution we’ve undergone, one thing will always stay the same.
War. War never changes.
The Royal Palace, Yesterday, 7:44 PM CCT
The Emperor sits in an office, having finished the days worth of paperwork. He was eager to finish up work and turn in for the evening, but a leader’s work is never done, it seems. As he begins to get up to leave his desk, there’s a knock at the Emperor’s door.
Julius lets out a sigh, before speaking. “You may enter.”
The secretary of defense enters the room, and despite his stoic appearance and demeanor, a look of worry is vaguely present on the man’s face. He salutes the Emperor.
“Is something the matter, secretary? Surely you didn’t just come here for tea and biscuits.” Julius said, a bit annoyed.
“W-Well, no sir. But it is incredibly important, and I feel like you should hear me out on what I have to say.” The Secretary says, lowering his arm.
“Well, let’s hear it then. I assume it’s related to one of the nearby wars?” Julius says, his legs kicked up onto the table.
“It’s regarding the Ecroshans, sir. With their main royal line extinguished, I’m sure you’re fully aware that not much information has come out of the country besides the civil war that erupted, correct?” The Secretary says, keeping eye contact with the Emperor.
“Yes, I’m aware. Why, did one of those parties finally come out on top?” Julius responds, growing slightly more interested.
“Well, yes. But you’re not going to like who won” The Secretary began, “we have reason to believe the Socialists have gained the victory, and we have even further reason to believe they’re mobilizing their troops onto our border.”
Julius’ demeanor immediately switches from bored to concerned, bringing his feet down and standing.
“If any of the other socialist nations in the Confederation get word of this, this could spell trouble for us. We’re headed to the Department of Defense, quickly now.” Julius says, grabbing his suitcase and rushing out, the Secretary of Defense close behind.
Border of Cape Canavral and Ecrosha, Yesterday, 9:32 PM CCT
With the soldiers of Cape Canavral on the border fully believing the war was over, those on the border had found themselves much more free-time than before. A small group of soldiers plays UNO, as they sit inside some tents around a table.
“Uno.” One of the men calls out.
“Damn, alright. Well, this is really the only card I have, so..” as the man next to him says this, he throws down a +4 card.
“You piece of S**t!” The other soldier next to him yells out, before the tent erupts into laughter.
Another round passes, and the soldier who called Uno remained victorious. As the squad begs to exit the tent, there’s some rustling in some nearby bushes.
“Hold on, you guys hear—“ before the soldier can finish his sentence, a hail of gunfire explodes from the tree line and onto their position. The men who exited the tent are torn apart by the gunfire, as other gunfire erupts from up and down the border.
It appears war has not quite yet left Cape Canavral.
Hail the Confederation!
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Post by Holy land of germania suppressed by Hms nhs.
Declaration of War on Zalkland
Following the recent events, showing great levels of Weeb in zalkland, along with evidence of normal people being abused by the government, Germania has decided to declare war. We must liberate those in Zalkland, and end the tyranny of Weeb. Liberty is to be served to the Non-Weeb, and the rest shall burn. We call upon all to destroy the evil of Zalk, for this is the worst crime of all.
Down with Zalk!
Prosperity to Germania!
Hail the Confederation!
Post by Zalkland suppressed by Hms nhs.
OOC: Please stop. I'm crying and you guys made it worse on the discord server
Use of nuclear weapons in Holy land of germania
95 quintillion nukes were bombed at the capital city of Holy Germania.
And this caused the whole country to be a nuclear wasteland.
Hail Zalkland, and ONLY ZALKLAND!
Hail the confederation🌺
Post by Jefferson club suppressed by Hms nhs.
Post by The Xaviet Empire suppressed by Hms nhs.
Lmao
-Wilhelm Schneider
Hail the confederation
Jocospor, VlaRiSsiA, Jefferson club, Russian states of eurasia, and 1 otherThe Very Dark Place
Post by Zalkland suppressed by Hms nhs.
(OOC: Remade the story, that was like, too cringe :/)
The colony state of New east congohas helped Zalkland with the war against Holy Germania and Jefferson Club and has gave 1.5 million troops on the border, and also gave 10,000 nukes.
The vassal state of Weebia has also given help to defeat both countries.
Hail Zalkland, AND ONLY ZALKLAND!
Hail the confederation🌺
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