[PASSED] Repeal World Space Administration

[Lons]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

[Deropia]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

"I second that motion! Unfortunately, we can't destroy any WSA property yet...however, if you would turn your viewscreens to channel 5." If the esteemed ambassadors turned to the aforementioned channel, they would see a young man in urban camo standing beside a rather large artillery canon, downrange of what looked to be a car. Taking out his radio and depressing the 'talk' button he states "You may fire when ready Corperal." The corperal on screen salutes, firing a high explosive artillery round at the car, causing it to explode violently in a beautiful wash of orange flames.

[Imperium Anglorum]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

Parsons sits at his desk in the World Assembly's hemicycle. Suddenly, after a short trumpet fanfare, behind him, the band of the Duke of Geneva's regiment starts filtering into the centre aisle. The band enters marching and with full regalia.

Stopping at the furthest-most entry to the hemicycle, the captain of the band stops, draws his sword, and yells, 'Forwards, March!' while the band starts blaring Scotland the Brave. Finishing the song about a third through the hemicycle, they transition to the anthem of Provincia Scotia, The British Grenadiers, and finally, passing Parsons near the front, start playing the Imperial Anthem, the Land of Hope and Glory. After finishing, they leave with an encore of the British Grenadiers, dispersing back to the offices shortly thereafter.

EDITS: Finally found the correct version of the music!

[Tinfect]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

"Well then, I think we can call this a resounding success!"

d him, the bands of the Duke of Geneva's regiment start marching into the centre aisle. The band enters marching with bagpipes and full departmental regalia. The captain of the band stops, draws his sword, and yells, 'Forwards, March!' while the band starts blaring Scotland the Brave. Finishing the song about a third through the hemicycle, they transition to the anthem of Provincia Scotia, The British Grenadiers, and finally, passing Parsons near the front, start playing the Imperial Anthem, the Land of Hope and Glory.

Markhov takes this brief distraction as an opportunity to procure the original copy of the World Space Administration from the Archives, reentering the chamber shortly before the end of the second song, with a Document, a Match, and an odd Contraption.
"Collected Ambassadors, Delegates, please direct your attention here!"
Brief pause to see whether or not anyone heard him over the Music
"I have in my hand, the original copy of the World Space Administration Resolution."
He displays a Resolution, covered in random crayon Scrawlings, and shoddily printed on a piece of slightly misaligned paper.
"It will fall to flame as the Repeal passes these halls!"
He places the contraption on the Floor, placing a Match on an "Arm" of sorts, and the Resolution in a clamp
"And then, The festivities will commence!"

[United States Kingdom]

OOC: I am pretty surprised that this vote got over 10,000 votes. It ends in 94 minutes. I am pretty happy that this resolution can finally be repealed.

[Imperium Anglorum]

Markhov takes this brief distraction as an opportunity to procure the original copy of the World Space Administration from the Archives, reentering the chamber shortly before the end of the second song, with a Document, a Match, and an odd Contraption.
"Collected Ambassadors, Delegates, please direct your attention here!"
Brief pause to see whether or not anyone heard him over the Music
"I have in my hand, the original copy of the World Space Administration Resolution."
He displays a Resolution, covered in random crayon Scrawlings, and shoddily printed on a piece of slightly misaligned paper.
"It will fall to flame as the Repeal passes these halls!"
He places the contraption on the Floor, placing a Match on an "Arm" of sorts, and the Resolution in a clamp
"And then, The festivities will commence!"

Parsons: (humming I Vow to Thee My Country and Heart of Oak) Well done, good Sir. (He searches for the Delegates from Lower Columbia and Separatist Peoples) Well done, good Sirs on your mutual campaigns! To all of you, congratulations!

[Atomic Utopia]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

The ambassador, who had been painting her face in a terrifying combonation of red and black clay and sharpening a two pointed stick, got up to speak.

"Excellent! HAHAHA! EXCELENT! Soon that proposal will be dead! Dead! Burn! Burn! Burn it all! Destroy it all!

"Kill the proposal! Cut its paper! Spill its ink! Do it in!""

She realized the implications of what she said.

"Burn all the copies I mean, destroy all the copies. I most definitely did not means the summary destruction of all things associated with the WSA and kicking all of the ambassadors who supported that deck in the pubic area. No, I absolutely meant none of that at all."

[Imperium Anglorum]

Ladies and gentlemen, Kâspâr Domân rose, we just broke 10 thousand votes in favor. I duly believe a celebratory explosion would be in order.

The ambassador, who had been painting her face in a terrifying combonation of red and black clay and sharpening a two pointed stick, got up to speak.

"Excellent! HAHAHA! EXCELENT! Soon that proposal will be dead! Dead! Burn! Burn! Burn it all! Destroy it all!

"Kill the proposal! Cut its paper! Spill its ink! Do it in!""

She realized the implications of what she said.

"Burn all the copies I mean, destroy all the copies. I most definitely did not means the summary destruction of all things associated with the WSA and kicking all of the ambassadors who supported that deck in the pubic area. No, I absolutely meant none of that at all."

Parsons: (sitting next to the Ambassador from Atomic Utopia) It's all fine. I don't think anybody else heard that over my marching band.

[Atomic Utopia]

Parsons: (sitting next to the Ambassador from Atomic Utopia) It's all fine. I don't think anybody else heard that over my marching band.

She had finished with the face paint and was now focusing more on sharpening the two sided wooden stick.

As she was doing that she turned her head to look at the Anglorum Ambassador, a certain madness shone in her eyes.

"Good, will that mean that there will be no competition for the original copy?" Her face became noticeably paler, even under the layers of fearsome clay, "Or does it mean that it will be unobtainable?"

She said the last word nearly in a whisper, as though scared of the thought.

[Wallenburg]

"Madam! Madam! We broke 10,000 votes!" shouted out the representative's secretary.

"Fuck yeah!" shouted Helen. "Take the night off, Amy. I'm heading out. If you need me, I'll be leading the region's wing on a parade down the square."

"Can I come?" The secretary stuck her head in Helen Trevanyika's office.

"Sure. Get your rifle. I'll get the flag. We'll celebrate this the right way!"

[Deropia]

MacAlister straightens his tie, fastening the last of the buttons on the overcoat of his dress uniform, attaching his cerimonial rapier to his waist. Some of the other members of the Deropian Delegation had joined him, all dressed on their dress uniforms. It was only a matter of time now and the most cursed resolution in his short tenure as Deropian ambassador would be defeated. Rising from his seat, hoping that he would be heard of the commotion of the previctory celebration. "Honourabe ambassadors of the World Assembly! Today is a great day for this Chamber and all of us assembled here as we have defeated sheer stupidity, imposters of WA staff and beaurocratic micromanagement and overreach. Let today be a testamant to what we can accomplish if we stand united as one! It is an honour to work with each of you. Congratulations are in order for Ambassador Markhov for drafting such an excellent repeal, and Ambassadors Parsons and Bell for running such an excellent campaign! May the future hold prosperity for each and every one of you and your respective nations!"

[Separatist Peoples]

"Sure. Get your rifle. I'll get the flag. We'll celebrate this the right way!"

"Oh, now guns stop scaring her..." Bell mutters, carefully tracking the countdown.

[Lichian]

"Ten minutes!", the ambassador from Lichian cheers, a can of beer pre-emptively held against his lips.

[Atomic Utopia]

The band that would soon attempt to take the original copy, some extra files, and other such things from the WSA offices had now formed up, and were chanting something savage, something from the more primal days of humanity.

[Separatist Peoples]

"Well, I can see this is going to be very, very loud. I'm going to ride this out in the Bar. I'll pop back in when the screaming stops, folks."

[Deropia]

"Five minutes until the polls close!"

[Superior Nation]

"Oh yes, happy day indeed for all. Finally my I may conduct my top secret plans without being intervened by the WA. Let us rejoice in celebration knowing we've succeeded in our goals against all odds.", toasts the ambassador of Superior Nation as he takes a large gulp of water from his glass cup.

[Wallenburg]

"Sure. Get your rifle. I'll get the flag. We'll celebrate this the right way!"

"Oh, now guns stop scaring her..." Bell mutters, carefully tracking the countdown.

"I would rather see them in my friends' hands and in mine. Now onwards, my comrades! Celebrate!"

[Separatist Peoples]

"Oh, now guns stop scaring her..." Bell mutters, carefully tracking the countdown.

"I would rather see them in my friends' hands and in mine. Now onwards, my comrades! Celebrate!"

"Don't hold your breath. Half the ambassadors here pack heat. Eh, maybe I will stay a little longer," he says, settling back down at the relatively distant C.D.S.P. desk.

[Sierra Lyricalia]

Steph looks at the debauchery beginning to break out; her face engages in a brief civil war between an appreciative grin and a forboding scowl. No decisive victor is apparent. She removes a wine bottle from her satchel and snaps her finger at the intern standing behind her, who immediately scurries up with an enormous glass. Steph uncorks the bottle and pours the entire crimson contents into the glass, which the intern places in her hands before he withdraws from the chamber.

She takes a fair-sized gulp.

"T'vahrishi, this was not a great victory. Never forget that even though this assembly of which we're part did remove this abomination from the books, nevertheless we shat the bed allowing it to pass in the first place. It's no longer effective, thankfully castrated before it could begin to fuck everything up, economically, scientifically, psychologically, et cetera; but its fecal smear still covers a page of our work, its stink wafting forth whenever anyone examines the accomplishments of international law. Remember this as you celebrate its well-deserved execution."

She raises the outsize glass in her fist.

"Alright, enough complaining; the screeching abomination is out of its misery. To correction fluid and white-out!"

As the whole chamber erupts with the vote finalizing, Steph makes a futile (and, it must be said, rather tone-deaf) attempt at song.

"Should aaaaaaauld acquaintance beeee forgot, and neeeeever brought to miiiiind..."

[Lichian]

"Gentlemen! WE HAVE [redacted] WON!", the ambassador cheered right before he took a long, well deserved swing of beer.

[Bright Waters]

"Well, I can see this is going to be very, very loud. I'm going to ride this out in the Bar. I'll pop back in when the screaming stops, folks."

While normally dressed to the nines, the ambassador from Bright Waters, tie and coat conspicuously absent,burst through the doors of the World Assembly, tripping over an oddly placed chair marked 'Property of Philimbesi'. Regaining his compusure, he shouted over the parade of music:
"We've done it lads! The WSA is no more! Let the party,and explosions, BEGIN!!!"

[Polar Svalbard]

WOO!!!
*Pops champaign

[Syrixia]

"AND WE'VE DONE IT!" shouted Syrixian WA ambassador Ebhe'qi Thein, who proceeded to jump about in a dance. Syrixian missiles fired at will on WSA space probes, destroying many in a fiery blaze.

[United States Kingdom]

IT IS FINALLY GONE!