Advertisement
by Kylarnatia » Mon Sep 26, 2011 10:34 am
The Ancient Empire of Kylarnatia // Imperium Antiquum KylarnatiaeI write mostly in PMT-FaNT, and I enjoy worldbuilding and storytelling. Any questions? Ask away!
Lord of Gholgoth | Factbook (Work in Progress) | Embassy & Consulate Programme
"Kylarnatia is a rare Nile platypus." - Kyrusia
by Graditora » Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:28 pm
-St George wrote:Graditora wrote:Can someone teach me and give me some tips on how to 'improve' my Rping. I feel that it's lacking when I read it myself and down right dumb. I forsake the day when I learned Rping from a chat room.
Pop me a tg if you want, although it's currently 4 am so I might get back to you for a while.
Any questions, queries whatever.
Luziyca wrote:You were the one responsible for the Second Amendment.
Bafuria wrote:If I was allowed to carry I would carry a pistol with big, loud muzzle blast, something that says "I JUST SHOT YOU D:<".
Ea90 wrote:Someone knows what they want.
Romberg wrote:You do not mess with the nation with a scorpion on its flag.
by Milograd » Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:51 pm
by -St George » Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:55 pm
by Kylarnatia » Mon Sep 26, 2011 1:57 pm
The Ancient Empire of Kylarnatia // Imperium Antiquum KylarnatiaeI write mostly in PMT-FaNT, and I enjoy worldbuilding and storytelling. Any questions? Ask away!
Lord of Gholgoth | Factbook (Work in Progress) | Embassy & Consulate Programme
"Kylarnatia is a rare Nile platypus." - Kyrusia
by Graditora » Mon Sep 26, 2011 2:03 pm
Luziyca wrote:You were the one responsible for the Second Amendment.
Bafuria wrote:If I was allowed to carry I would carry a pistol with big, loud muzzle blast, something that says "I JUST SHOT YOU D:<".
Ea90 wrote:Someone knows what they want.
Romberg wrote:You do not mess with the nation with a scorpion on its flag.
by New Hayesalia » Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:47 am
by Vetok » Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:38 am
“I’m not happy with this, Deacon.” The tall gaunt-faced man turned his head to look down at the speaker. “I am aware of that, Knight. But the Imperator was most insistent on continuing on with tonight’s event.” The smaller man just looked away, a barely-concealed look of unhappiness on his features. They looked on as the venerable man ascended the stage. As the central guest of honour at the annual dinner of the Central Municipality’s chapter of the People against Aggression Association, the Imperator was to give a speech detailing his personal efforts to stamp out aggression. The recent conflict against the UFA was to be mentioned in it.
The two members of the Order of Dellacore looked on as the Imperator began to speak. “For the many years I have served as leader of this fine nation, I have seen unspeakable cruelty. Nation toils against nation for land, resources, or the egos of weak despots; man fights his fellow man for pleasure, for the sake of the thrill to kill. Aggression is however, not just a physical thing. It is a psychological phenomenon, such as the Anglish oppression of their innocents for being poor.” The Deacon tuned out the words. Sanders normally had no problem with the leader of Vetok doing as he pleased, but the rumours amongst the National Investigative Service and the intelligence organs of Vetok had surfaced of a rogue theist sympathiser to the Anglish Kingdom which had recently been attacked by the IAT for their introduction of a form of slavery.
The Order, as a paramilitary force did not have quite the resources of the NIA when it came to checking the background of the attendees at the event, and had compensated with the thorough saturation of the place with highly visible Knights and Acolytes, clad in the white and crimson robes they normally wore for everyday use, formidable submachine guns and pistols holstered for everyone to see. Each one was hooded, eyes scanning the crowd beneath their rims. Sanders checked his watch discreetly. Another ten minutes and they’d be able to surround the Imperator in a ring of flesh as they transported him back to the secure haven of the Palace.
He felt the Knight next to him tap him. “Sir,” the other murmured. “That man over there, near the pillar. He’s...out of place.” The Deacon looked at him questioningly. “Look at him sir. He’s not serving anything, nor is he in uniform. His suit is rather shabby compared to everyone else and he’s not even having a drink. And his eyes, looking at the Imperator. Those are hunter’s eyes, undoubtedly.”
The Deacon grinned, a predator-like expression. “Then let’s make the hunter become the hunted.” A few brief words into a microphone had the nearest four Knights move closer to the man, hands just edging towards their holsters. The man seemed fixated on the Imperator so much he didn’t even seem to notice them, until that little paranoid warning sense humans retained from their long-distant hunter-gatherer ancestors went off in his head. He blinked, looking to his left and seeing the Knight walk towards him. His head snapped in the other direction, seeing another two.
His hands were squeezed into the pockets of his suit-jacket, and he pulled them out quickly. One hand held a snub-pistol, an assassin’s weapon, while the other seemed to be clenched around a tube. The nearby Knights quickly pulled their weapons, firing without hesitation as the man’s murderous purpose was revealed. He fell to his knees, the bullets tearing into him. The assassin’s hand spasmed as he died, the pistol banging and dropping one Knight with a wounded shoulder as the crowd broke into a panic. Then the other hand dropped open as he slumped forward, and the detonator’s trigger released.
by United Gordonopia » Fri Sep 30, 2011 2:40 pm
by New Hayesalia » Fri Sep 30, 2011 9:45 pm
United Gordonopia wrote:@nh: did you even bother to read the process for applying to the trainers before throwing out your list of credentials? Its not about how many "qualifications" you have, or what "percentile of writing" you're in (though you seem to have made a mistake, since top 90% would imply you're only better than 1 in 10 people). You need to contact someone on a screening panel and receive a prompt for a post. That will be taken in mind along with your reputation and perceived helpfulness on the site, and your app will be voted on.
Note: i apologize for the poor post, i'm making this from an ipod touch...
by Alexiandra » Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:29 pm
by New Hayesalia » Fri Sep 30, 2011 11:54 pm
Scenario: modern-technology
A young man has been forcefully enlisted to serve within the New Hayesalian Army, by next year. He will have to leave his loving mother (his father has passed away), girlfriend and close-knit of friends.
Show this conflicting feeling of his upon the moment that the local army enlistment officer announce his entry into the army next year.
Names are of your own choosing, etc. Emphasise on his feeling is essential.
by New Hayesalia » Sat Oct 01, 2011 11:55 am
Milograd wrote:Yohannes, why do all of your scenarios involve emotions and feelings? D:<
by Graditora » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:28 pm
Milograd wrote:Yohannes, why do all of your scenarios involve emotions and feelings? D:<
Luziyca wrote:You were the one responsible for the Second Amendment.
Bafuria wrote:If I was allowed to carry I would carry a pistol with big, loud muzzle blast, something that says "I JUST SHOT YOU D:<".
Ea90 wrote:Someone knows what they want.
Romberg wrote:You do not mess with the nation with a scorpion on its flag.
by Milograd » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:34 pm
From Yohannes:
Scenario: modern-technology
A young man has been forcefully enlisted to serve within the New Hayesalian Army, by next year. He will have to leave his loving mother (his father has passed away), girlfriend and close-knit of friends.
Show this conflicting feeling of his upon the moment that the local army enlistment officer announce his entry into the army next year.
Names are of your own choosing, etc. Emphasise on his feeling is essential.
From Yohannes:
Scenario technology: modern technology (MT)
Scenario base: You are a middle-aged infantry personnel, with two young babies and a loving wife constantly worrying about your safety within the battlefront.
A medical specialist personnel within your formation has been injured, and you are left with a choice of coming to his aid, with more than a 75% chance of being KIA (killed-in-action) as a result, and having the prospect of never seeing your dearest, love one ever again.
Love or honour.
From Yohannes.
Scenario: Modern technology (MT)
Scenario base: You have lost your dearest wife, loving children.. and in the process everything that you've ever love within your heart, to this man in front of you, standing and cowering in fear.
You are a part of a special service agency, and your job is to ensure that this criminal in front of you face justice itself, constitutionally.
Your hand is sweating coldly like no other, trying not to pull the trigger towards this man, which is the sole reason you've lost your dearest family.. and future of a loving life itself.
Origin of Scenario: Yohannes
Scenario: You're in a critical situation whereby the protagonist of the plot, a captain authorised with the safety of the whole battleship crews' safety, has had to choose between looking for his dear wife (who are on the ship, and who he loves dearly, dearly much), and that of staying on the bridge of the spaceship, leading and showing confidence despite all the crisis which might befall the battleship.
The battleship (a space battleship) will soon crash upon a planet which, for easiness sake shall we say, do have the ability to absorb anything which touch its outermost atmosphere layer into... oblivion.
The protagonist, a middle man with a loving wife and one young daughter (staying on earth), has had to choose between staying at the bridge and being the leader that he is in front of his bridge's crew, and that of the one which he loves so dearly.
by New Hayesalia » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:35 pm
by Anemos Major » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:36 pm
Milograd wrote:From Yohannes:
Scenario: modern-technology
A young man has been forcefully enlisted to serve within the New Hayesalian Army, by next year. He will have to leave his loving mother (his father has passed away), girlfriend and close-knit of friends.
Show this conflicting feeling of his upon the moment that the local army enlistment officer announce his entry into the army next year.
Names are of your own choosing, etc. Emphasise on his feeling is essential.From Yohannes:
Scenario technology: modern technology (MT)
Scenario base: You are a middle-aged infantry personnel, with two young babies and a loving wife constantly worrying about your safety within the battlefront.
A medical specialist personnel within your formation has been injured, and you are left with a choice of coming to his aid, with more than a 75% chance of being KIA (killed-in-action) as a result, and having the prospect of never seeing your dearest, love one ever again.
Love or honour.From Yohannes.
Scenario: Modern technology (MT)
Scenario base: You have lost your dearest wife, loving children.. and in the process everything that you've ever love within your heart, to this man in front of you, standing and cowering in fear.
You are a part of a special service agency, and your job is to ensure that this criminal in front of you face justice itself, constitutionally.
Your hand is sweating coldly like no other, trying not to pull the trigger towards this man, which is the sole reason you've lost your dearest family.. and future of a loving life itself.Origin of Scenario: Yohannes
Scenario: You're in a critical situation whereby the protagonist of the plot, a captain authorised with the safety of the whole battleship crews' safety, has had to choose between looking for his dear wife (who are on the ship, and who he loves dearly, dearly much), and that of staying on the bridge of the spaceship, leading and showing confidence despite all the crisis which might befall the battleship.
The battleship (a space battleship) will soon crash upon a planet which, for easiness sake shall we say, do have the ability to absorb anything which touch its outermost atmosphere layer into... oblivion.
The protagonist, a middle man with a loving wife and one young daughter (staying on earth), has had to choose between staying at the bridge and being the leader that he is in front of his bridge's crew, and that of the one which he loves so dearly.
Is anyone else seeing the pattern? D:<
Imperial Factbook | Diplomatic Communications Channel | A Collection of Essays
Anemonian State Arms Export Authority | Aeryr IECpl | Imperial College Ismalyr
by Shanix » Sat Oct 01, 2011 12:46 pm
by Of The Arch ilands » Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:32 pm
The Immortal Pathogen of Rethan (6 hours ago)
This scenario is MT. If you want another time period, lemme know.
"An unexpected level of snowfall has hit your nation, and has caused havoc on your roadways and so forth. Roleplay your nation's actions to alleviate the effects of the snow."
Granger stood looking out of his office window, watching as the white flakes of snow almost completely whited out his vision of Illania, the snow had been falling almost none stop for two weeks strait. Most of the country had ground to a halt and all of the attempts so far to do anything about it had failed.
“Snow continues to blanket the Confederacy as the countries roads grind to a halt once more.” The female voice of the Channel 17 news reporter Helen Marshall. “And Meteorologists predict that more is to be expected over the next week, the recent snow storms are the worst in the Confederacies recorded history. Many people are bunkering down in their homes hoping for the best whilst the government tries its best to tackle the difficult situation.”
Granger sighed, with the world’s economy as dire as they are freak happenings that locked down the country where potentially hazardous to the economy. The Confederacy had narrowly avoided recession several months ago through the fast actions of the Senate, but the freak snow storm’s where steering them right back into that abyss they had been struggling to stay out of.
Turning Granger looked to the two men and one woman sat in in the chairs next to his desk all were watching the news reporter. Taking the control he muted the wide screen TV and sat at his desk. “so ladies and gentlemen what’s the progress report?”
There was a brief pause of silence before Andy Maclhorne Chief of Civil Engineering spoke. “Well we now have every Snowplough out in force with round the clock shifts, alot of the local farmers have offered there services as well, and from reports have been clearing the minor roads around their areas. The first shipments of extra grit have finally come in and are being distributed around the country; we are predicting the Major cities and towns should have pretty normal road conditions by the end of this week despite the continuing snow fall.”
Granger nodded “Well done, hopefully it will have people back at work within the next couple of days it’s vital that we get the economy rolling again. Mary please tell me we have some modicum of public transport running?” Granger literally looked as if he was about pull his hair out, despite the roads being closed Public transport and the railways had been shut down due to the heavy snow fall also.
Mary cleared her throat, and leant forward. “Rail services are returning finally we have the main lines open, as of yesterday Thanks to the valiant efforts of the NorthWest Rail Services running specialised rail cleaners over the rails ever day to keep them free of snow. Intercity busses are still a no go im afraid.”
Granger seemed to relax a little the main Rail lines would at least help the country get moving if only at a crawl but it was something. “Okay, well with more snow expected We need to up the anty here I want every vehicle capable of fielding a plough on the roads, Call in the Territorial Army and the Regulars if you have to We need to get this country moving!”
Xiscapia wrote:In Soviet Archland, OH SHIT FRANK IS BEHIND YOU!
18:47 Urarailgun In heaven the cooks are Archian, the engineers are Urarailian, the lovers are Delemontian, and the police are Britannian. In hell the cooks are Britannian, the engineers are Delemontian, the lovers are Archian, and the police are Urarailian
by New Hayesalia » Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:33 pm
Microsoft word 2010 doesnt have New Times Roman so this post was written in Calibri size 12 instead.
by Malaysii » Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:37 pm
Of The Arch ilands wrote:Additional Notes:
Microsoft word 2010 doesnt have New Times Roman so this post was written in Calibri size 12 instead.
by Shanix » Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:43 pm
Of The Arch ilands wrote:Microsoft word 2010 doesnt have New Times Roman so this post was written in Calibri size 12 instead.
by Diol » Sat Oct 01, 2011 2:48 pm
by Graditora » Sat Oct 01, 2011 6:54 pm
Luziyca wrote:You were the one responsible for the Second Amendment.
Bafuria wrote:If I was allowed to carry I would carry a pistol with big, loud muzzle blast, something that says "I JUST SHOT YOU D:<".
Ea90 wrote:Someone knows what they want.
Romberg wrote:You do not mess with the nation with a scorpion on its flag.
Advertisement
Return to International Incidents
Users browsing this forum: British Arzelentaxmacone, European Federal Union, Republic Under Specters Grasp
Advertisement