How can our delegate expect to carry this region far when he regularly skips leg day? 😤
Aerilia and Marlon bundo rabbit
70K pages. What a world man. I remember when it was only 15K...
Unless he throws himself off a cliff then you have 13-16 years depending on canon
Hariz and Marlon bundo rabbit
Crab people, Crab people, taste like Crab, talk like people, Crab people, Crab people
Hmm.. what's the most angsty/dramatic way to do that..? Like do I say something to the effect that the "hero" will never defeat me and that I, like all things evil, will rise again? Or..?
How do you decide that?
Night and rest well!^^
Apparently whoever has committed the most war crimes
No??? It isn't really fun when its innocent lives lost...??? Regardless, I would still love to pay your nation a visit.
Thanks for your concern! I'll be sure to leave visiting via cruise ship as a last resort!^^
Music for this post: https://youtu.be/xSZrsb_fjs4
As the Waupunese Ambassador to Friently, Verona Chita was surprisingly calm. As she was about to doze off for a bit, the plane intercom turned on.
Dun-Dun. “Please prepare for landing. Welcome to the Grand Empire of Friently.”
She sighed and thought to herself, “This is the largest nation on Strangereal, why must they be this secretive. Hell, I can’t even go down to the store and buy a pack of cigarettes or gum. Well, I’ll just have pay a local to do it or something. I should be able to communicate with them just fine because of the state of the art translation device I am equipped with. It can automatically translate words that other people are speaking in real time. It can also translate my words in real time.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the plane landing.
Dun-Dun. “Welcome to Point Nord, Friently. The weather is a nice 14*F, so make sure you put on a jacket out there.”
Verona popped her ears as the plane touched down. The flight and subsequent landing were fairly smooth so far, but flying stresses her out. Her tail swished a little bit and came to rest on her thigh. The plane taxied out from the runway into a hanger where it was scheduled to be refueled. The plane stoped in the designated refueling zone inside the hanger and shut off. The passenger door opened and the stairs lowered to the ground. She unbuckled and stood up, stretching as she did. Her ears and tail perked up as a cool breeze flooded the cabin. She shrugged it off and put on a black trench coat, which contrasted well with the rest of her all-black outfit. She put on black padded-silk gloves, and grabbed her brown leather briefcase. She walked to the door and stepped down the stairs out of the plane and onto the concrete floor of the hanger. There were no-smoking signs in the hanger, so she stepped outside of it and then leaned up against the sturdy walls of the hanger. She unzipped a small outside pocket on her briefcase and grabbed a small metal disc that could fit in the palm of her hand. She tossed it on the ground and a holographic projection of a screen appeared out of the disc. She used her hands to control the projection like it was a touchscreen computer. She seemingly found what she was looking for and she put in a pair of Bluetooth earphones on her human ears. She then took out a cigarette from pack in her pocket and lit it. She relaxed a decent bit and looked around for the first time. She took all of the sights in, but it seemed strange to her. Everything looked strangely old, but in no disrepair. “Did we go back in time?” She thought as she looked around her. There were several guards milling about a fair ways away from her. Some were looking at her, and one was using a mobile phone. She shot a look at them and they all looked away from her, elbowing each other and laughing. She rolled her eyes and went back to enjoying her break, and cigarette. A couple of minutes later, she finished her cigarette and ashed it then threw it away in a trash can. She came back to where she was smoking earlier and the guards that she had shot a look at earlier we’re checking out the metal disc projector that she threw on the ground before. She had locked it so that no one could access it while she went to find a trash can for her cigarette, but it was still projecting a screen in which you could enter in a password to unlock it. As she was walking towards them she said in Russian, “It’s pretty nice, eh?”
The guards looked up at her, most likely surprised that she was speaking their native tongue.
“Uhh... Y-Yeah.” One of the guards finally answered after a few seconds of silence.
“I-I didn’t know that a foreigner could speak our native language.”
Verona chuckled as her tail started to swish from side to side. “I can’t, but this device can.” She said as she pointed to a little metal circle stuck to her neck. She then took out her Bluetooth earphones that she was wearing and put them in her pocket. She pointed to her fox ears and said, “I also have a device in here that can automatically translate speech into my native language.”
The soldiers looked surprised at the technology that was on display.
“Who are you?” One of them asked.
“I am Verona Chita, Ambassador to the Grand Empire of Friently from the humble Grand Kaisure of Waupun Island.”
“Waupun Island? Isn’t that a small island nation in the arctic “Greenland” subcontinent in North Osea?” One of the soldiers asked.
“What brings you all the way out here then? It seems like you guys have it pretty good there.” Another soldier asked.
”Well the real reason is classified, so I’ll just tell them for economic reasons.” She thought to herself. “New economic and tourist opportunities that can be explored through having an embassy.”
“Ah, interesting. I’m assuming it’ll be in a capitol then?” The soldier asked.
“Aye. You can come and visit anytime if you need help with getting a visa or anything of the like. The Waupunese borders are mostly open to anyone.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
One of Verona’s aides walked up to her and said in English that the plane was ready to be boarded again. Verona picked up the metal disc on the ground and wished the soldiers a good day. She and her aide then walked back to the plane and boarded it. Everyone in the plane got situated, and the plane taxied out to the runway where it then took off on the final leg of the journey towards Imperial Munich.
The flight from Point Nord to Imperial Munich was again, an uneventful one. But that was just fine for Verona, who happily hummed to music while resting in the plane’s private bedroom. The plane landed smoothly, and pulled into another hanger. She then got out of the plane and stretched, making an unintentionally cute yawning noise as she did so. She realized this and winked at one of the Waupunese guards standing near her. He went red in the face and walked to the other side of the plane in embarrassment. She laughed to herself and fixed her black suit jacket that she was wearing instead of her trench coat, as it wasn’t as cold here. Friently was a very secretive nation, so she didn’t know what to expect to happen next. As such, she popped a piece of nicotine gum in her mouth, and swished her tail in anticipation.
How are you so hecking precious???
Yup, the phrase "war crimes" was said at least twice... And apparently one can succeed Marlon Bundo Rabbit (in the case that they are dead or otherwise incapacitated) if they have committed the most war crimes
As far as I am aware, we can say anything as long as we don't spam.. but there's probably more in the handbook about this stuff