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Vaballathus wrote:

You aren’t welcome to advertise your regions on our RMB.

Thank you for telling me. I will immediately remove.

https://www.politico.com/story/2019/02/18/roger-stone-instagram-crosshairs-1173600

"Stone posts photo of federal judge with crosshairs in background"

he's actually stupid

United meiji japan wrote:

Nice stock image olive branch clipart.

Nice red circle

Vulpinas wrote:

The final section of the Curtain of Steel collage has just been completed! I just have to piece them together (and add a bunch of smaller puppets) and it'll be done.

Cuba

by Vulpinas

Read dispatch

Featuring a very cleanaholic Cuba and his Cascadian janitor.

Vaballathus
Carthago-libya
Xin zhong guo
Indusian empire
Thrihanti
Cascadiuh
Das herrliche reich
The iroquois commonwealth

Absolutely genius. That you even remembered their flags.. I can't even remember some of their nation names.

BERNIE'S RUNNING

Indusian empire

Cuba just annexed brazil because mexico invaded me.
You're fake news

If I come back it won’t be as Mali though I still want that claim. Imma take a few steps back and do a alternate Nok civilisation

Kongbao wrote:

Big Sioux River, Dakota Tribes - Summer 1000 C.E
In the depths of the American prairie, a group of a dozen men watch over the river, donned in red and white war paint over their eyes and chest, grasping various weapons on one-hand. A younger man, with darker hair and face still fresh from youth, wields with conviction a dark-tipped spear the size of his body, as his eye met his match on the battlefield; a bison, the largest in the small herd, possibly even the main male in the group. The bison however was unaware, or rather do not care, exchanging glances once or twice at the younger man but still moving side-to-side grazing on the golden grass as if he was flaunting his own strength. Far in the back however, there was an older man with white hair extending past his shoulder and an empty spot at the top; the sign of a male who had done his duties with resilience under the scorching heat and so the Sun had blessed him with a halo on his head. His war paint was different, it had shades of dark blue and even bark-brown on his forehead, his attire included leather leggings and string of bone-runes tightly around his neck, as if the charm was keeping it in place from his frail and old body. Nonetheless, the old man held a bundle of feather-colored ammo on one hand and a short pipe on his other; made of the finest reeds with charms engraved into it.

Suddenly, without warning, the young man shouted, he yelled with passion and pride the war cry of his people and swiftly with both hands on his spear, charged straight ahead the river; burning with the innate insanity of getting his first kill. The other young men in the dozen soon followed suit, some brought axes and others lances, but the oldman still remain at the back, stoic and imposing, he watched as the others make haste to the herd. The group except the old man was now in frenzy, charging at the biggest bison.

The herd however was not stupid. Upon the first sound of man, the smaller bison scuttled over the hill and the females too behind them; but the male stood still, but without preparation, standing firm against the crowd and stretching his hind legs; a move that the old man had spotted with decades of training and decades more of bloodshed. The young man, triumphant in his already-won victory, pushed the spear with all his might to the head of the bison; but it broke, it splintered, broken like twigs upon the skull of the beast and like the twigs, his confidence shattered on that one fatal move. The confidence of others were retained but all were now wary of what they had just seen.

It was now the bison's turn. With a loud roar, he alarmed all the others nearby. His hooves in the air were now ready for revenge; just above the young man's skull; it was now his turn. Then a sharp noise can be heard whizzing by, stunned the bison, then it fell back on its legs with one last groan, showing again who's on top of the food chain. All was in a mixed state of fear, excitement and paralysis; it was all too fast, too fast for anyone to recall what just happened yet too fast for it to be forgotten easily. The young man rose in embarassement and relief, looking over the carcass of the bison, spotting feathered fellow lodged in the neck of the bison and with a little shine, metal glistening underneath.

Everyone looked back at the old man but to their surprise he was still there, crouching over the river where he was without moving an inch. His stone face still in perpetual boredom and contemplation. The old man hadn't change his pose, still lazily holding a blowpipe in one and half-a-dozen or so ammo but this time they all noticed; the blue one was missing.

The journey back to the village was quiet, although the silence was more deafening than the roars of the beasts of the prairie.

There's an actual North American nation RP'ing now?

Are you telling me that I'm finally going to have to get off my ass?

Xin zhong guo wrote:

Absolutely genius. That you even remembered their flags.. I can't even remember some of their nation names.

Flattering as always, my good friend, but you overestimate my abilities. I had to do my own fair share of archive-consulting to figure out the flags; old copies of the map are surprisingly useful. I took certain liberties with the Technate flag, as I though a plain American flag would be quite boring and therefore made adjustments.

Libertinus wrote:

That's perfection!

Thank you! I really tried on your coat of arms, I hope you’re happy with it!

The Fifth Pahlavi - Part I (May 1000 CE)

Persia was a vast empire, perhaps not as vast as its nearest neighbors, but from the windswept plains of the East, to the fertile land along the Karun in the West, the banners of the Shahanshah flew proudly. For 187 years, since 813 CE, the House of Pahlavi laid claim to the Sun Throne. Reza Pahlavi stood facing his throne. Behind it a wide archway led onto the balcony of the Throne Room from which the sunrise would beam directly into the room. It was early that morning when he looked out of his archway, the sun was just visible, rising reluctantly over the horizon. Pahlavi wore his iron armour engraved with a Lion on its chest plate. He picked up his iron helmet which came equipped handily with devil horns and dyed yellow plumes emerging from the top. The only hint this particular soldier was the monarch would be from the sword bearing lion with a crown, which adorned his forehead. He held the armour under his arm and approached the balcony edge, in the courtyard were the Royal Cavalry, a fully armoured heavy cavalry and a smaller Kingsguard which wore identical armour to the monarch, exempt the crowned sword bearing lion on the forehead.

The King as it were, grimaced, he felt his older and bigger belly bruising against his armour, and the white streaks in his hair becoming black streaks, he could see the concern with which his servants watched his every move in case they'd need to call on a healer.

"I feel that as I grow older, I can sense when eyes are on me," he said without turning around. On one knee, knelt in the archway behind him, the Commander of the Kingsguard, Behnam looked down on the floors and waited. A sword at his hip and a helmet under his arm.

"My eyes, are on the floor, Your Imperial Majesty," Behnam replied.

Pahlavi turned around, "stand you old fool."

Behnam stood.
"Now they're on me," Pahlavi curtly nodded.

"As always, you are correct, my King."
Pahlavi smiled as he walked with Behnam from the archway towards the exit of the Throne Room, "is the caravan ready?"
"Indeed, the messenger arrived for you, nothing was marked urgent, thus, it's been placed with the satchel for you to read later," Behnam responded.

They emerged a few short moments later from the Grand Atrium and into the courtyard where some 200 horsemen waited. The King walked beside Behnam and behind him came two of the Kingsguard. Four horses waited for each of them, the King sat on his white stallion, Regea was its name.

He put his helmet on his head, and his riding gloves on, "thank you," he said to the stable boy. His heels clicked gently at the sides of Regea and he trotted to the front of the caravan, turning to face his soldiers, "if you fall behind, I shall assume you have deserted the army for a pretentious Arab whore. At the very least," he paused, "don't desert us unless its for something of value!"

The men gave him a chuckle before the King turned once more and the gates to the courtyard opened and the thunderous sound of horse hooves pounding against the stone filled the air as the King and his army swiftly left Istakhr for the ride to the North. On the outskirts of the city a further hundred cataphract, these weren't members of the Royal Army, they were the Imperial Army. The King gave a nod to their commander and continued to ride past them, they joined onto the northbound convoy. The convoy slowed down once the city was out of sight, some sixty kilometers, two odd hours, on, they'd slow down, the King would fall behind an initial cordon of the Kingsguard and four scouts were sent ahead. Reza Pahlavi smiled widely, alas, a change of scenery.

Vulpinas wrote:

Flattering as always, my good friend, but you overestimate my abilities. I had to do my own fair share of archive-consulting to figure out the flags; old copies of the map are surprisingly useful. I took certain liberties with the Technate flag, as I though a plain American flag would be quite boring and therefore made adjustments.

Thank you! I really tried on your coat of arms, I hope you’re happy with it!

I see I see, still, you have used a lot of effort and that is something I can respect very much.

Vaballathus wrote:

I guess that definitely depends how you define great. It’s hard to define its greatness based of the actions of the American government, because 1, the government isn’t the people 2, morality is subjective.

But looking at its more objective accomplishments, I’d say yes.
America is the greatest economy the world has ever seen.
It’s military is generally accepted as the greatest on earth.
The incredible excess of the American lifestyle is something Americans are generally unaware of not being the standard.
The first truly successful republican democracy in a world of monarchies.
The first military on Earth to pledge allegiance not the President, but to the Constitution.
Arguably the most scientifically advanced nation on the planet.
Without doubt the welathiest nation.

The first truly successful republican democracy? What about the Dutch Republic or Swiss Confederacy?