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[Vasputia]

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[Vasputia]

Location: The Indian Ocean
Time: 6:34 AM Local Time

The ocean was calm. That is until the hull of an Astute Class Submarine Broke the waves.
Commander Leon MacFarliegh stepped onto the badge.
"Officier on Deck!"
"At ease," the Commander said as he walked towards the control board",Gentlemen, we have our orders. Are the coordinates set?"
"Yes, sir,"replied Lt. Deen," Coordinates are locked, missiles are armed, and we remain undetected."
The Commander flipped open the control board, revealing a keyhole, and a button. He inserted the key, turned it, and placed his hand on the button. Sighing, he checked the coordinates one last time. "I hope the D1ctatorians know what they're doing."
He pushed the button.

Location: East Coast of D1nckleburg
Time: 6:41 AM Local Time

The ballistic missiles hit targets all along the coast. As authorities rushed to control the mayhem, the D1ctatorian invasion fleet mobilized.
The War Had Just Begun...

[Obviously Not North Korea]

0200 Phoenix Local Time
A man of oriental ethnicity is discovered trying to sneak into the bedchambers of Aladine; leader of D1ctators
He is able to shoot the Leaders right hand before he is taken down by one of Aladine's many prostitutes
As he swallows his cyanide pill he yells "HAIL! North Korea is Best Korea!" then collapses on the floor

[Vasputia]

Location: New Chorus, Vasputia
Date/Time: March 21 3:10 AM D1ctators Time

Ryder Forje was filling out paperwork, when Aryana Joice, one of his aides, entered his office. He looked up from his files.
"Sir, our D1ctatorian allies have sent us troubling news," she said, placing a telegram on his desk,"Apparently, there was an attempt on General Aladine's life."
"Is he all right?" Forje said as a concerned look came across his face. Vasputia was taking a great risk helping Aladine.
"He is fine. The assassin shot him in the hand, and they had to amputate it."
"I wouldn't count that as 'fine', but that is good to hear. How did the D1nkleburgese retaliate so quickly? The D1ctatorians haven't even entered their territory yet."
Joice had a grave look on her face,"Sir, it wasn't the D1nkleburgese."
"What?! Who else could have done this?"
"According to the General, the assassin's last words were, 'HAIL! North Korea is Best Korea!'"
Forje sat upright. After a moment of contemplation, Forje stood. "This complicates matters. Send Admiral Hesus a telegram. I want him to create a blockade around both D1nkleburg and D1ctators. Inspect every ship that goes through, and send them to D1ctators."
"Yes sir. I will send the message right away"
"Also, I want to promote MacFarliegh to Rear Admiral. Station him on the Scorpene Class Carrier Submarine."
"Sir, yes, sir!" Joice left the room.
Forje sat in silence for several seconds, and then turned towards his window. New Chorus looked beautiful in the Afternoon sun. He pushed a button on his desk. There was a chime.
"This is Bruindar," said a gravely voice,"What doth thou wanteth."
"There were complications. Proceed with operation Bear Essentials..."

[Obviously Not North Korea]

7:48am Local Time 3.21.14 Dimsdale Ghetto District -D1nckleburg

"Dr. Shen, do you have any idea how dangerous this could be?" Asked Central Officer Bradford.
"If the bomb goes critical, or the parliament's shielding cannot contain it's shields, who knows what could happen to PM Timmy's Dad?" Added Dr. Vahlen

"I don't care, it's the only way to prevent d1inckleburg from falling without using Korean lives." Dr. Shen said. "We have to activate the bomb."

As Shen pulled the lever in the bunker under the central park of the ghetto the ground began to rumble. Within thirty seconds the once bustling area of the city became unnervingly silent. As the dust cleared the bodies began to rise, slowly shambling to their feet. The once citizens of the Ghetto now had bile spilling from their mouth and their eyes were black as tar. The roaring grew louder as did the screams of those who were not taken by the blast.

"What have you done Shen!?" roared Dr. Hitaki, chief d1nckleburgese science officer, as he entered the room
"I did what was needed to win this war."

[Putinsvania]

Location: D1nkleburg
Time: 5:07 PM Local Time 3.24.14

What had started as a simple invasion had turned into an international crisis. The infected were trying to disperse, and the only thing holding them back were the tactical strikes from the NWCS orbital fleet. Differences had been put aside for now and the region was attempting to save itself. The only nation that had leftover cure missiles from the Zombie Crisis was Nerdvanah. However, in order to tweak the cure and make it work on this new threat, the Nerdvanian scientists needed samples and data from the D1nkleburgese Parliament building. Unfortunately, due to a design flaw, the Parliament's shielding was incapable of containing its shields. The area was massed with the infected. Since the personnel there were of no use, someone would have to go in...

... Nug gritted his teeth as he and his bear, both incased in a full body power armor, jumped from the plane. As he fell, Nug watched the dim lights of Dimsdale, and his fellow riders of the 10th Para-Bear Cavalry unit.

[D1CTATORS]

Location: Section 475 E, D1nkelberg Border
Date Time: March 21, 2014 5:00 Pm local time

"What were they thinking?!?!" screams Cpt. Johanson. "Turning their own into zombies?!?!?"
"Sir, we got 20 coming 9 o'clock!"
The air is shook up from the claps of the rifles.
"Those Nervanians and Nicklcageeons better hurry up with the cure. We didnt expect the Not Koreans to go this far. They doomed the world. When they find a cure I'm sure Aladine will have to surrender. Or because of the way he is, just call for a cease fire. I heard they have been talking."


"15 from the west!"
"We need the Space Fleet for this Containment."
"Space Cpt. Richards, I need you to fire on these coordinates. NOW!!"
The Skys burn red from the space lasers red glow. "KSSHHH, That Should do it. Call back if you need it again.KSSHH

[Totally not Great Britain]

*Nation Totally not Great Britain national news station, Totally not BBC*
Date: March 21, 2014 11:00 pm local time

--RESUME BROADCAST--

"We have received reports today, that the nations of D1nkelberg, and Vasputia have gone to War. Yes ladies and gentlemen of TnGB, our Almighty leader King Magus of Genesis had this to say."

"Due to the pressing issues of War to the south, we of the almighty state of TnGB will not be joining the fight, although our allies have entered the fray, it would be a poor choice on our part to aid the combating parties, FOR THE TEA-LEAVES!"

"Such wise words..., well folks you heard it here first, War to the south, we of TnBBC will be sure to keep you posted when we receive more news from our Leader. This is Martin Bell signing off for TnBBC, goodnight and FOR THE TEA-LEAVES!"

--END BROADCAST--

[Putinsvania]

Location: Dimsdale
Time: 6:00 PM 3-21-14

"Rraaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," screamed Filge, as his PKP Pecheneg fired,"I LOVE THE SMELL OF BEAR IN THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Filge, calm down!" cried Nug. He hefted his OSV-96 Sniper Rifle and fired into the mass of infected that were converging upon the Parliament building. In the battle to get to the building the unit had lost three of it's ten bear riders. Their armor had self destructed as soon as their integrity was compromised. Nug, Filge, Bobaar and Sinyl had been tasked with holding the entrance to the building while Codiak, Musc and Polawakanowski had gone in to retrieve the data. According to Codiak, the unit leader, they had retrieved the data, but were delayed in getting to the surface. The Bear Riders were barely holding the lines, and as soon as the others came out of the Parliament building, they would have to charge in order to escape.
Just then, there was a roar from the parliament building's door. Codiak rode straight through the glass doors as the explosives in Polawakanowski's armor detonated. The five riders stood alone, facing thousands of angry infected.
"///////////vanians////copy!////"
"Wa duh hell wuz dat?"asked Bobaarj.
"It sounded like a transmission from your radio, dum-dum,"said Sinyl, with a smirk upon his face.
"Can it!" yelled Codiak,"Who is this identify yourself!"
"//////////vasp/////transport foxtr////niner/////tango/////coming for hel///////Sorry, our cockpit fan was on. This is- //it! Smith what was that?! Putinsvanian leader, we have anti-aircraft fire coming at us! I repeat, we... Brace! Brace!"
Nug looked up, only to see a ball of fire falling towards the square. "HIT THE DECK!" he yelled.
The transport craft hit the square and sent a wall of flames across the horde.

Location: AC-130 Crash Site, Dimsdale
Time: 6:05 PM
For several seconds the area was still. The Bear Riders had taken cover in the Parliament building. Through the smoke, an infected wandered onto the hull of the transport.
A large, armored gauntlet grabbed the infected's head. The Vasputian Mech Warrior squeezed...

[D1NKLEBERG]

A piercing scream cuts through the air as the former occupants of the D1nkleberg subways, the closest to the blast, pour out onto the streets. shipyard workers open the doors of landing craft and helicopters that were evacuating D1nkleberg's "human resources" the only notice too late that the mass approaching them is not fleeing civilians but husks of humans adorned in an assortment of clothes and uniforms; Vasputian, D1nklebergionan, and others.The evacuees are infected in groups of 10,000, its over before many know it has begun. former enemies unite for a single purpose. a twisted hand locks the wheel of the cargo barge horn o' plenty and the frantic eyes scan the horizon as the first ship of the fleet leaves the port. the silent armada moves through the night in unison toward the shores of TNGB: undetected, unfeeling, and eager.

[Without a Doubt Murica]

Location: Atlantic Ocean, of the Coast of Europe
Time: 5:00 PM March 23
Aboard NWSCS Pale Horse

"Ensign, are you sure that they were receiving our transmissions?"asked Captain Frank Hurley. The Captain was becoming concerned. He and his crew of former Moosehead Lakers and Corgilaskans were on their way from Without a Doubt Murica to Mallowich, delivering medical supplies for a recent outbreak of the flu. Earlier that day, radar had picked up a small craft that was crossing the Regional Flagship's path. When they had radioed the vessel, there had been no answer. Now, they were sending a boarding party aboard. Cpt. Hurley did not like the way that this felt.
"Sir, from what we can see, their is nobody aboard this ship." said the sergeant, over the radio.
"Are you sure?"
"There was nobody on the bridge. We are checking out the cargo hold right- SH*T! What was that! Carton, flank right! Carlton!" Ratatatatatatatata.
The feed went dead. An ensign stood up, a look of panic on his face. "Sir, we have multiple contacts on the radar!"
"How many?"
"Hundreds..."

Ten Minutes Later
Cpt. Hurley typed furiously. The infected had taken over most of the ship's personnel, and they were almost through the door to the bridge. If they gained control of the Pale Horse, they would be unstoppable.
He pressed send, wiring the telegram to the Totally Not Great British, and finished putting the coordinates into the orbital weapons platform. He grasped the launch mechanism, just as the door came crashing down. The Captain whirled around.
"They say the captain goes down with his ship, and he's taking you with 'em!
He pulled the trigger. There was a brilliant white flash, and when it dissipated, the Pale Horse was at the bottom of the sea.

[Totally not Great Britain]

*Government Broadcast*
-March 23, Local time 11:00 am-

"Greetings my loyal subjects, in the early light of the morning, several D1nklebergian ships were spotted by the hunter class ship, HMS Ledbury, and later confirmed on radar. We are taking this as a threat to the safety of my loyal Human resour-... I mean people, I as High King, am trying to remain peaceful, but if any attempt is made at a landing war will be declared. FOR THE TEA LEAVES!!!"

*ALL Royal Naval ships will proceed to sink all unconfirmed/D1nklebergian ships that make any attempt to land on the shores of Totally Not Great Britain*

"...and that was our Mighty Leader at the blessing of the new Ship, HMS Magus. We as of this moment do not know why any D1nklebergian ships are in our territory but it is good to know that our mighty armada will keep us safe. With Rapture preparing for the anniversary of it's building it's likely for the best that the Fleet is mobilized, as we all know how wild they get, this is Martin Bell signing off for TnBBC, good-bye and FOR THE TEA-LEAVES!"

[D1NKLEBERG]

the lead chopper listed back and forth under the operators control the craft brimming with infected. with a crash the aircraft blew through the window of the ivory tower high rise in Azeroth and skidded across the mahogany floor. the crafts occupants sprinted out, even as the helicopter slid forward, its blades burying themselves in the building. this scene played out multiple times as the airborne portion of the D1nkleberg evacuation fleet bombarded Nerdvanah.

[D1CTATORS]

FOR THE SAFETY OF EMPEROR ALADINE,

D1CTATORS WILL BE PULLING OUT OF THE WAR.

ALL D1CTATORS WILL DO IS PROTECT THE LAND FROM THE ZOMBIES. THATS IT!!!!!!























thank you for reading.

[D1CTATORS]

Location: 1-mile outside the capital city of Azeroth
Time: Monday, March 24, 2014 1:34

A squad of XB-0 are navigating there way to Azeroth. The plan, bomb the snot out of those Nerdvanians. They have gone peace for too long. It was finally time to use the new military tactic,Driltzkrieg.

" Sir, the City Square is below. DROP THE BOMBS!!!!"

The ground is then filled with craters. It now looks like the surface of the moon.

"Thats a Direct hit. Those Nerdvanias dont even know what hit them."

Time to put Driltskrieg into action.

[D1CTATORS]

Location: Classified
Time: Classified

Staring through the crosshairs of the scope, the assasine sighs. He finally closes the bolt of the Cheytach Intervention.

"For D1ctators." he says under his breathe.

He pulls the trigger. Nicholas Cage Falls to the ground. The D1ctorian army then advances into the Building followed by Aladine.

"Welcome Gents to the new territory of D1ctators. I own this place now.




(D1ctators is now owning Nicklecages land)

[Antheiopia]

"Finally" thought James Akerson watching his special forces unit secure the 20 infected into drop pods "one step away from complete control". The stealth jet began its ascent to low orbit taking of from the cold Arctic airstrip. "its the perfect crime" he chuckled to himself aloud "infect a nation and sell them a temporary cure, its so brilliantly profitable" the jet reached its maximum ceiling, linking up with the rest of the squadron. "This strand will thrive, converting a quarter of those infected into carriers, spreading it among survivors". Ackerson laughed coldly, giving the order to disgorge the pods over Redversusblue.

[Churchenland]

"As churchenland watched from afar"
Guy:Sir we recomend fireing a bullet as proof that we contributed to the threat resistance
Sir: Good idea
*gunshot*
Guy & sir: ..nice

[Industrialization]

"Industrialization industrializing as usual"
Vip:SECURITY BREECH!
*days later*
Detective:Well all the clues have come together it was a stray bullet fired from who knows where
vip:any leads?
Detective:It didnt seem to come from this country sir
*vip goes through a phase kinda like this: http://gifolas-cage.tumblr.com/tagged/Nicolas-Cage *

[D1CTATORS]

Location: Classified
Time: Also Classified for some reason


Cpt. Corporal " Good, while those bombers distract up there, we can move in from here." As he dumps his shovel full.

Cpl. Captain " Yah, well we should be almost done very soon. All we need to do is continue this for about 10 more miles and then WAMMMO, we get em good."

Cpt. Coporal " They wont know what to do when we rise. They will have to surrender."

Gen. Seargent " Hey gents, i was talking to Pvt. Major and Lt. Lieutenant Colonel and they said that we will arrive at the rendez-vous at about 0900. So MOVE IT."

[Nerdvanah]

1150 Hours:
President Alduin Tiberius Shaepard of Nerdvanah sat with a heavy heart and his hand on his head not knowing what to do. The nation he had worked hard to glorify was in near total depression after the Driltskrieg incident in the capital. Luckily, the officers at FILE (Firm of Intelligence and Law Enforcement) detected the D1ctatorian bombers before they flew over Azeroth and alerted the Secret Forces. He was brought to his underground bunker to wait the anarchy out. Today was the day he would exit the bunker to address the nation.
1300 Hours:
President Shepard stood in the bunker's elevator as it ascended to the surface of the city. The previous hours were spent preparing a speech that he had hoped would lighten the spirits of his people. The elevator slowed to a stop and beeped as the doors opened. Outside stood his Secretary of Defense, Jango Lawson. Behind him, a podium was set up with a microphone attached. The people were crowded together, waiting for the President. Jango approached the President.
"I got 'em all warmed up for ya," stated SoD Lawson as he passed Shepard. The President stood up at the podium as he held his speech cards.
"My fellow Nerdvanians..." he stopped as he looked at his cards. He put them in his pocket, feeling that if he was going to address the issue, he should do it from his heart.
"My fellow Nerdvanians, our nation has been hurt. Our way of life itself has been attacked with brute force and with sacrilege. I have word that the infected that crash landed in Nerdvanah have been subdued, but by the very incident that infected our own nation with depression and insecurity. Now, you are all probably wondering "what are we going to do about this," but the real question is... what are we going to do about them? I refer to of course the branders on this nation, the D1ctatorian government. They have bombed us, and they have assaulted us, but we must look beyond out own misfortune, and look to other nations in danger in their ways.
D1ctators has assassinated the leader of Nickelcage and are now occupying their land for their own purposes. THIS MUST END! We shall not go to battle for ourselves, nor shall we go to battle for the New World Communist States, or even for a God we shall not! We shall and we MUST retaliate for a land of peace! For a land that's free! For a land that's just! For a land of greatness!

President Shepard stepped down from the podium and approached Secretary of Defense Lawson.
"It's time, Jango. Launch Operation: Symplegade," said Shepard.
"Confirmed," said Jango.
Jango pressed a button on the side of his walkie-talkie pinned to his uniform.
"Alpha? Launch seismic charges on D1ctators."

[Xenston]

--START TRANSMISSION--

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--END TRANSMISSION--

[Vasputia]

Location: Nerdvanah-Vasputia Border
Time: 35 minutes after Pres. Shepard's address

The ground trembled. A column of Juggernaut Adjudicator Class Mega Tanks crossed the border. Their mission was to eliminate any infected they came across, and to exfil the cure missiles so that they were not lost. They had to succeed, no matter what the cost. They were each armed with six 101 mm Cannons, eight Phalanx AA turrets, one 300 mm Rail gun, 2 M1A1 Main Battle Tanks, 100 armored infantrymen and 8 Mech warriors.
This was going to be a difficult mission. Due to treaty agreements, Vasputia could not fire upon D1ctators troops. This was going to be a complicated battle.
As the Battle Group came across its first contacts, the rail guns fired...

[Nerdvanah]

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[D1CTATORS]

Location: Pheonix

Time: Classified

" We will be starting the full invasion in a matter of minutes." Aladine says as he is playing around with his newly polished gold hand. He turns around, looking at his gold bed. " The rise of the New Empire will be victorious. Nerdvanah will fall. Then we will have more power to take care of those stupid ******* zombies, and then the world."
RING RING. Aladine looks at his gold end table at his gold phone. He picks up the phone and smiles as he hangs up.



"It has Begun."