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Ever-Wandering Souls
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Postby Ever-Wandering Souls » Tue Apr 07, 2020 9:45 am

Valentine Z wrote:snip


That's writing! I have replaced your previous entry under the writing section, which read as follows:

Valentine Z
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World 2 – Denver State Hospital – Year 1980 (?)

Gwen propped a few boulders and went up to the air vent, in the hopes that she would not be chased by anything that is using this place. After all, how else would she explain the fact that a metal gate closed behind her without any apparent force or strong gales? Anyway, crawling along the miraculously clean air vents, Gwen made her way into one of the openings and dropped straight back to the corridor. She made her way to the right, which would lead her to the unlocked gate towards the Canteen.

As she walked past another cell, Gwen noticed something. Her motion sensors were picking up something. It was moving towards the door, then in a sheer display of strength, whatever was behind it broke the door. The commotion broke the silence of the corridor and with that, Gwen made a run for it towards the canteen and picked up a dull knife. It was not much, but it will have to do.

Readying herself for the fight, she stances herself and was prepared to fight whatever was the thing that was behind the door. It was a 5 feet tall humanoid, though not exactly human, as far as one’s concerned. It has a grey-white skin, covered only by torn overalls. Its eyes were bulging out of its sockets, though not bloodshot. Everything about this entity was black and white in terms of colour. Its head was bulging out, like a typical alien you see in those late-night TV.

“Come and get it, you bastard!” Gwen yelled out at the creature, with a knife in her right hand.

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The Black Hole Incident has given one of our characters, Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn “Fate” Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Wt. Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Allison, time powers. Actually, more of the fact that she was able to exist outside of time and space, and out of this game, more or less. (Those that came across my character in Forum 7 will know what I am blabbering about.)

As such, she will be going through and visiting several worlds, a third-person narrative on the adventures of Ms. Gwen. Topics and genres will vary from action and adventure, to some serious subjects (which I will try my very best to keep it serious), to sci-fi worlds from other game worlds. Basically, it will vary from down-to-Earth real-life worlds… to worlds from a literature or a video game that either everyone has heard about (or not). Some of the scenes are an accurate representation of the game/event, while at other times, it will deviate away to give something fresh of my own.
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Hobbesistan wrote:Don't think I understand the question.
The color or what?..

Jesus, Hobbes, it's 2015. You can't just call someone "the color".

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Atheris
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Left-Leaning College State

Postby Atheris » Sun Jul 26, 2020 8:35 pm

Atheris
Fanfiction I've Wrote

Edgeworth hated art museums.

Despite how stuck-up, how rich, how snobby he appeared to be, he absolutely hated these places. They were so clean that he could see his reflection on the white marble, so polished that he could hear the click-clack of his shoes much more than in his office or at his apartment, and so stuffy that he was sure that if he stayed for more than five minutes he’d start having allergies. That being said, Edgeworth did enjoy some of the displays on show - he was looking at one in particular, some sort of cavalryman showing weapons to what he presumed to be a Roman Emperor.

“Royer is good, huh?”

Edgeworth nearly jumped out of his skin.

“What I wouldn’t give to see one of his original works, especially this one, in France. I once got to go to Le Puy-en-Velay with Athena, but she didn’t let me go into the museum.”

Edgeworth looked over to his left. Standing next to him was a blue-claden man, a soft smile appearing over his lips as he brushed back his spiky hair and adjusted his collar.

“Wright, what are you doing here?”

The lawyer chuckled.

“Can’t a man appreciate the finer things? You’re acting like I didn’t study art for three years,” Phoenix said, fiddling with the locket in his coat pocket before finally settling it. Edgeworth cleared his throat and shifted his weight.

“Yes, well, this is the last place I expected to see you.”

“I could say the same for you, Edgeworth. I never see you hanging up any art in your office, and judging from your facial expressions I don’t think you know what this painting is about.”

Edgeworth cleared his throat.

“O-Of course I do! See, that cavalryman there is displaying bounty from a recent conquest to the Emperor of Rome…” Phoenix held up his hand to stop him.

“That’s Vercingetorix surrendering to Julius Caesar. The title of the painting is on the pedestal, Edgeworth. Besides, it doesn’t take an eye for art to tell that the cavalryman isn’t from a legion.”

Looking back at the painting, Edgeworth had to acquiesce. Vercingetorix, as he remembered Wright naming him, certainly didn’t look the part of a Roman; he had golden armor and a leather tunic, a large mustache and long hair gracing his head. The taller prosecutor looked down at the pedestal that Wright mentioned. Vercingetorix Throws Down his Arms at the Feet of Julius Caesar, Lionel Royer, c. 1899. Hm. It certainly was a fine painting.

“What always struck me as odd about this particular piece is that the sky behind the Romans is brighter than the sky in Alesia, but I guess that can show that the Romans brutalized the town during the siege - but the thing is, the Gauls didn’t use castles like the Medieval Europeans, so it’s rather anachronistic, I suppose. This is from 1899, which is after the Franco-Prussian war, so it’s obviously supposed to be an appeal to French nationalism. One of my favorite paintings. Did you know Vercingetorix is still considered a French nationalist symbol?”

Edgeworth struggled to find his wording, before clearing his throat again. “I… I did not. I’m no expert on history, especially before the modern era…”

“Oh, you should see Athena go on and on about European history. She’s fun to talk about this sort of thing with. I was going to bring her, but she went out on the town with Trucy." Phoenix sighed, brushing his hand through his hair. "I love this piece, certainly a fine example of late 19th century nationalist romanticism. I'm sure some may call it classicist, too, but I feel like with its nationalist undertones it's much more fitting to call it romanticism, especially at the turn of the century succeeding 1871. If I could afford it, I'd hang it up somewhere in the office.”

Edgeworth was visibly confused. He always thought of Wright as some sort of "uneducated country bumpkin" (Miss Fey granted him that vernacular after Galactica's trial), mostly because of the way he performed in court, but hearing him talk in such a dignified manner left Edgeworth speechless, and he felt the embarrassment flow from his stomach to his cheeks. Resetting his glasses, he pondered over the conversation. What was he going to say next, that Larry knew more about art than him?

“Of course, Larry knows more about art than me.”

Edgeworth choked, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his forehead.

“Excuse me. I need to go to the restroom.”

He could hear Wright laughing as he walked as fast as he could out of that conversation.

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Anollasia
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New York Times Democracy

Postby Anollasia » Fri Oct 23, 2020 8:48 pm

Hey if you're still editing this, I'd like my writing to be taken off the list. I deleted my poetry factbooks.

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Sanghyeok
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Democratic Socialists

Postby Sanghyeok » Mon Nov 02, 2020 1:55 pm

[Submission]
Category: Writing

文明七年 The Seventh Year of the Bunmei Era (1476)
This entry was written after during yet another looting of Kyoto, the Oomiya residence was burned down.

My face stretches into what some might call a smile. It's the kind of smile one might make as the student, hiding their inner terror when a teacher assigns yet another ridiculous writing assignment. Or perhaps, the smile one friend may give to another, trying to assure them that, yes, their awful cooking is edible. And maybe the smile one shows when they are too tired to cry, too angry to live, and too stressed to speak.

I know it, because all three of those are my experiences.

Those three experiences gave me the same face, same expression. But they are very different experiences, each of them. Our understanding of medicine thus far claims it is the physiological response that leads to emotion. If that is the case, why did those different emotions all give me the same physiological response? The response of a fake, empty smile on my lips.

I do not know, and I may never know.

And even so, I wish to know. Again and again this last two and a half centuries, I have found myself facing the same abyss. I still remember the first time I felt this way, when my little sister perished before she had even reached a year of age. That time, my mother comforted me. And then again, when my parents left this world. That time, my friends comforted me. But as the generations came and left, there were no more people who can tell me "it will be alright."

"Everything will be alright."

I am still as selfish, and childish as ever. I know it because it is true. But even so, even so....I still wish to hear those words.

"Everything will be alright."

Like the child who woke up after an evil dream and seeks to know that they are not being pursued by demons or being cast into a fire, I want to know, I want to feel, I want to understand.

"Everything will be alright."

But I am not. I am not who I was. I have changed, already, so many times. I will continue to change, as is nature of human....or whatever I may be.

Back in the Ashikaga School, I learned a most interesting story. It was tale from the faraway land of Greece, which explains a ship that is replaced, plank by plank, until there is not a single part of the original left. Philosophers debate: is it still the same ship?

Back then, when teacher asked, I told him: of course not. Although many in our civilization claim something must have an "essence", I disagreed. Materials are merely materials, an objects being and nature must come from the material itself. If a ship is replaced gradually, it is of course no longer the original ship. After all, if Chang'an has the Imperial Palace remade, can we say it is the same essence of the city which existed before? It would not even be Tang's, never mind Qin's Chang'an!

Or so I thought.

Yet I look at myself today, and realize the wisdom of teacher's words. Everything I know has changed. People, of course, are the fastest to go. Even those who lived the longest were gone in under a century. Memories, too, grow darken with each passing day. I can still see the colors and sights like yesterday, and for this I am glad my mind has always been clear. But other things are slowly fading away: scents and sounds. The buildings and natural beauty of this place were the last, but now they too have been lost. Burned, looted, and razed. The only thing I can bring with me forever are emotions. The only thing that is the same are those memories, and emotions.

And now even my emotions are gone.

I have always hated my weakness of crying; during childhood the slightest injury or misfortune could leave me in tears. Mother said it was fine; I came from a noble family, and outside of the public life I could express my emotions freely. But even so I hated it, for what good is a crying to do? I hated myself every time the tears left my eyes, streaking across my face and falling onto the tatami. I hated myself every time my nose became stuffed, and I found it hard to breathe as I gasped for breath and let out my inner emotions at the same time. I hated myself every time I curled onto the floor, with the pain in my mind extending to my heart, and them my stomach. I hated it so very much....

And now I miss it.

Last night, when the family residence burned down finally and the flames reached the sky, I could not cry.
This morning, when the sun rose and shone upon the ashes of where it once was, I could not cry.
Now, I sit down writing this, and I still cannot cry.

I wonder if, I have lost my ability to feel?
I wonder if, I have lost what humanity I had left.
My heart desires this answer, though I may never know.


A short journal entry I wrote from Oomiya's perspective in the year 1476, over 300 years after her birth. Here she details her feelings on the destruction of Kyoto and her family residence.
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どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister

Mini custard puddings
And fresh poured Darjeeling
Strawberry parfait so sweet and appealing,
Little soft plushies and baths in hot springs
These are a few of my favourite things

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Ever-Wandering Souls
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Ever-Wandering Souls » Wed Nov 04, 2020 1:19 pm

Anollasia wrote:Hey if you're still editing this, I'd like my writing to be taken off the list. I deleted my poetry factbooks.


I am! Though I've been putting it off for bit, admittedly.

Atheris wrote:snip


Added, though your gallery link went dead in my delay.

Sanghyeok wrote:snip


Added!
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TG me anytime; I'm always happy to talk about anything!

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http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8944227
http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8951258

Misley wrote:
Hobbesistan wrote:Don't think I understand the question.
The color or what?..

Jesus, Hobbes, it's 2015. You can't just call someone "the color".

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How Do I Telegram API?

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Sanghyeok
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Founded: Dec 29, 2016
Democratic Socialists

Postby Sanghyeok » Wed Nov 04, 2020 4:41 pm

Ever-Wandering Souls wrote:
Anollasia wrote:Hey if you're still editing this, I'd like my writing to be taken off the list. I deleted my poetry factbooks.


I am! Though I've been putting it off for bit, admittedly.

Atheris wrote:snip


Added, though your gallery link went dead in my delay.

Sanghyeok wrote:snip


Added!


Thank you!
どんな時も、赤旗の眩しさを覚えていた
Magical socialist paradise headed by an immortal, tea-loving and sometimes childish Chairwoman who happens to be the younger Ōmiya sister

Mini custard puddings
And fresh poured Darjeeling
Strawberry parfait so sweet and appealing,
Little soft plushies and baths in hot springs
These are a few of my favourite things

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The Three Palins
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Founded: Dec 13, 2020
Ex-Nation

Postby The Three Palins » Fri Dec 18, 2020 5:25 am

Oh, very heaven! I just found Arts & Fiction!

I'll be honest: when I first saw the name and wred the description, I immediately thought "Farts and Diction" and passed it by. Not for me, I thought. Or probably anyone, I thought, as I went on to check out the scene on General.

But after my current hundred-and-something posts in General (and none in Moderation, praise the moderation) I got a bit bored. So many one-liners with wit that escapes me. Some decent essays, yes, but then some philistine would take them apart, and try to smash every little piece. So discouraging for aspiring writers!

Oh for the days of critics who had the decency to "critique" in a consistent style. Along with child porn and government surveillance (which we foolishly allowed onto our internet to combat the child porn), I would say that the potentiation of critics is a terrible blight on an otherwise seraphic means of human communication. No offense to dogs, or other non-human minorities who share our internet.

Could I ever have been so broad-minded without that very internet; no, of course not. Could I ever have found a more awesome, awe-inspiring and awkward medium to express myself in words? An audience even?

But that's enough. I have introduced myself well enough and my first original work will be posted when I have finished writing it. Of course, finishing comes after starting, so I must not raise expectations too high lest the writer's block gets a head start on me. If the writer's block gets around the block on you, it's like another runner lapping you in a long footrace. Just a bit dispiriting.

But I will deliver. I will write a comic piece about aircraft carrier design, and Amaterasu cast me into eternal darkness if I do not.
Disclaimer: I am accustomed to living in a hole in the ground, drawing my water from a bore I dug myself and subsisting on mushrooms. Therefore I don't have much to lose from being cast into darkness.
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Ever-Wandering Souls
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Father Knows Best State

Postby Ever-Wandering Souls » Fri Dec 18, 2020 10:49 am

The Three Palins wrote:-snip-


Excuse me sir, this is a Wendy's directory to galleries of player-created content.
Proud Raider; General of The Black Hawks, Ret.
TG me anytime; I'm always happy to talk about anything!

The Alicorns (Equestria) wrote:Let them stay, no need to badmouth them...From our view a bunch of nations just came in, seized the delegate position, and changed a few superficial things...we play NationStates differently...there's really no reason for us to be butthurt.
http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8944227
http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8951258

Misley wrote:
Hobbesistan wrote:Don't think I understand the question.
The color or what?..

Jesus, Hobbes, it's 2015. You can't just call someone "the color".

Reploid Productions wrote:Raiders are endlessly creative

How Do I Telegram API?

Omnis delenda est.

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Swissmas
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Founded: Dec 08, 2020
Ex-Nation

Postby Swissmas » Tue Dec 22, 2020 9:58 pm

Swissmas
A Final Vision (Remember Forever)

I’m in a rather unexpected place. I am dead, yet I do not see the afterlife I had seen all of those years ago. Instead of a vast, dark plain with black soil and gray skies, filled with roaming souls, I am in a seemingly endless, empty space that is surrounded by a pink haze or mist with no obvious chemical composition. This world is completely foreign to me. Even the afterlife is more familiar than this place. I almost wonder if this space I am in exists outside of time and space. If this is the case, however, then why the pink haze? I have been floating in this space for what has felt like minutes now. Everything is silent, nothing moving other than myself---my soul. Am I truly dead then? Have I somehow survived the bullet to my head? It is not likely, but it could be a possible explanation as to why I have arrived in this space rather than the afterlife. There is nothing here other than the haze.

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New Vihenia
Senator
 
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Founded: Apr 03, 2011
Democratic Socialists

Postby New Vihenia » Tue Jan 05, 2021 1:13 pm

United Federation of New Vihenia
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Basically contains my art, mostly military vehicles, aircrafts and such
We make planes,ships,missiles,helicopters, radars and mecha musume
Deviantart|M.A.R.S|My-Ebooks

I play Blade and Soul

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Fashiontopia
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Ex-Nation

Postby Fashiontopia » Fri Jan 29, 2021 11:07 am

Fashiontopia
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I'm releasing a new song called "Dancin' Like Nobody" on February 4th which details both a positive and negative experience with a girl you're dating at a party.

"Dancin' like nobody loves yuhhh!"

Be sure to visit my personal blog journey on the song here on Nationstates.

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Song Release Journey: Dakar - "Dancin' Like Nobody"

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President: Dakar
Capital: Anakin
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Heloin
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Founded: Mar 30, 2012
Democratic Socialists

Postby Heloin » Mon Mar 15, 2021 6:28 pm

Odder request but could my example image be changed to this
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I've been cleaning out old reference photos and drawings and the old example I provided is too close to someone else's style for my personal tastes. Thank you.
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Ever-Wandering Souls
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Founded: Jan 01, 2014
Father Knows Best State

Postby Ever-Wandering Souls » Thu Mar 18, 2021 8:45 am

3/18/2021 - Updated Heloin, Added United Federation of New Vihenia, removed Victoriala II due to broken image links.

Did not add Fashiontopia or Swissmas due to CTE. Sorry, I'm slow.

Topically, I'd be willing to pass on this OP if someone else was interested in actively maintaining it and could be trusted to do so...I spend a lot less time on this site than I used to, and I fear I'll be a worse and worse steward going forwards =P
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TG me anytime; I'm always happy to talk about anything!

The Alicorns (Equestria) wrote:Let them stay, no need to badmouth them...From our view a bunch of nations just came in, seized the delegate position, and changed a few superficial things...we play NationStates differently...there's really no reason for us to be butthurt.
http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8944227
http://www.nationstates.net/page=rmb/postid=8951258

Misley wrote:
Hobbesistan wrote:Don't think I understand the question.
The color or what?..

Jesus, Hobbes, it's 2015. You can't just call someone "the color".

Reploid Productions wrote:Raiders are endlessly creative

How Do I Telegram API?

Omnis delenda est.

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Soviet Progonya
Bureaucrat
 
Posts: 50
Founded: Mar 16, 2020
Psychotic Dictatorship

Postby Soviet Progonya » Fri Mar 19, 2021 3:54 am

Soviet Progonya
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Description: Medic from TF2
The sample is a drawing of TF2 medic. I draw a lot of video game art and I'm also an animator (my channel is linked on my DeviantArt).
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Dawhia
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Ex-Nation

Postby Dawhia » Fri Apr 09, 2021 12:34 am

Dawhia
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Description: My latest single from my black metal project
So I play guitar and do the vocals in a one man black/depressive suicidal black metal band. Here be my latest single i put out a few days ago.
Does not use Nationstates stats
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Not interested in politics. Here for the immersion and story writing.
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