The Return (OOC/Sign-Up/OPEN)

[Jessjohnesik]

I'll post tonight mah peplez.

Good night! :3

[Phoenix2012]

I'll post tonight mah peplez.

Good night! :3

'night
@ GCCS:

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

Good night! :3

'night
@ GCCS:

Ow, c'mon, James would do. I am human! DON"T GIVE ME A CODE, DAMN OPPRESSORS! I can see you! In your invisible space pyramids, looking down on our feeble mortal lives...

So, Voldemort, Sauron and Darth Sideous walk into a bar. Place your bets.

[Mincaldenteans]

'night
@ GCCS:

Ow, c'mon, James would do. I am human! DON"T GIVE ME A CODE, DAMN OPPRESSORS! I can see you! In your invisible space pyramids, looking down on our feeble mortal lives...

So, Voldemort, Sauron and Darth Sideous walk into a bar. Place your bets.

Voldemort

[Cadia]

'night
@ GCCS:

Ow, c'mon, James would do. I am human! DON"T GIVE ME A CODE, DAMN OPPRESSORS! I can see you! In your invisible space pyramids, looking down on our feeble mortal lives...

So, Voldemort, Sauron and Darth Sideous walk into a bar. Place your bets.

Sauron.

[Mincaldenteans]

We've been frozen far too long. Hope Lance is okay.

I'm gonna time skip the main group to Glasgow... as soon as I get home from work.

[Altito Asmoro]

I vote for Voldemort, although I hope there is the inclusion of other evil characters, like....King Ghidorah.

[Lancearc]

Internet issues. Next post will be from a phone

[Mincaldenteans]

Internet issues. Next post will be from a phone

timeskip to Glasgow or wait for your post Mr.Lance?

[Lancearc]

Internet issues. Next post will be from a phone

timeskip to Glasgow or wait for your post Mr.Lance?

If you could:

-Outline the arrival of a military convoy to assist and finish the engagement
-Continue to Glasgow from there, which would now have several checkpoints used to turn away individuals who have contracted the Nevidian Plague, Lucas giving orders for the civilians to hang back and blend in at a local pub whilst he conducts super classified stuffz

I'm sure you'll go above and beyond if posting that isn't any trouble.

[Mincaldenteans]

timeskip to Glasgow or wait for your post Mr.Lance?

If you could:

-Outline the arrival of a military convoy to assist and finish the engagement
-Continue to Glasgow from there, which would now have several checkpoints used to turn away individuals who have contracted the Nevidian Plague, Lucas giving orders for the civilians to hang back and blend in at a local pub whilst he conducts super classified stuffz

I'm sure you'll go above and beyond if posting that isn't any trouble.

Of course not ^_^, timeskeep ahoy! Working on post now :3

[Jessjohnesik]

I totally did it, despite its actually puny.

ДОДО

Умеешь ты сердца тревожить,
Толпу очей остановить,
Улыбкой гордой уничтожить,
Улыбкой нежной оживить;

Умеешь ты польстить случайно
С холодной важностью лица
И умника унизить тайно,
Взяв пылко сторону глупца!

Как в Талисмане стих небрежный,
Как над пучиною мятежной
Свободный парус челнока,
Ты беззаботна и легка.

Тебя не понял север хладный;
В наш круг ты брошена судьбой,
Как божество страны чужой,
Как в день печали миг отрадный!

[Phoenix2012]

I totally did it, despite its actually puny.

ДОДО

Умеешь ты сердца тревожить,
Толпу очей остановить,
Улыбкой гордой уничтожить,
Улыбкой нежной оживить;

Умеешь ты польстить случайно
С холодной важностью лица
И умника унизить тайно,
Взяв пылко сторону глупца!

Как в Талисмане стих небрежный,
Как над пучиною мятежной
Свободный парус челнока,
Ты беззаботна и легка.

Тебя не понял север хладный;
В наш круг ты брошена судьбой,
Как божество страны чужой,
Как в день печали миг отрадный!

Tell me Google screw up

DODO

Can you disturb the heart,
Crowd eyes stop
Proud smile destroy
Gentle smile revive;

Can you flatter accident
With cold importance of face
And wiseacre humiliate secretly
Taking fervently side fool!

Talisman in verse relaxed,
How rebellious over the abyss
Sail Free shuttle
You're carefree and easy.

You do not understand hladny north;
In our circle you cast fate
As the deity of the country stranger
As in the day of trouble gratifying moment!

[Mincaldenteans]

I totally did it, despite its actually puny.

ДОДО

Умеешь ты сердца тревожить,
Толпу очей остановить,
Улыбкой гордой уничтожить,
Улыбкой нежной оживить;

Умеешь ты польстить случайно
С холодной важностью лица
И умника унизить тайно,
Взяв пылко сторону глупца!

Как в Талисмане стих небрежный,
Как над пучиною мятежной
Свободный парус челнока,
Ты беззаботна и легка.

Тебя не понял север хладный;
В наш круг ты брошена судьбой,
Как божество страны чужой,
Как в день печали миг отрадный!

Even with the translation, poetry is lost to me. I sympathize with your hardship

[Jessjohnesik]

I totally did it, despite its actually puny.

ДОДО

Умеешь ты сердца тревожить,
Толпу очей остановить,
Улыбкой гордой уничтожить,
Улыбкой нежной оживить;

Умеешь ты польстить случайно
С холодной важностью лица
И умника унизить тайно,
Взяв пылко сторону глупца!

Как в Талисмане стих небрежный,
Как над пучиною мятежной
Свободный парус челнока,
Ты беззаботна и легка.

Тебя не понял север хладный;
В наш круг ты брошена судьбой,
Как божество страны чужой,
Как в день печали миг отрадный!

Even with the translation, poetry is lost to me. I sympathize with your hardship

Fucking hate literature. Most worthless subject ever.

[Jessjohnesik]

I totally did it, despite its actually puny.

ДОДО

Умеешь ты сердца тревожить,
Толпу очей остановить,
Улыбкой гордой уничтожить,
Улыбкой нежной оживить;

Умеешь ты польстить случайно
С холодной важностью лица
И умника унизить тайно,
Взяв пылко сторону глупца!

Как в Талисмане стих небрежный,
Как над пучиною мятежной
Свободный парус челнока,
Ты беззаботна и легка.

Тебя не понял север хладный;
В наш круг ты брошена судьбой,
Как божество страны чужой,
Как в день печали миг отрадный!

Tell me Google screw up

DODO

Can you disturb the heart,
Crowd eyes stop
Proud smile destroy
Gentle smile revive;

Can you flatter accident
With cold importance of face
And wiseacre humiliate secretly
Taking fervently side fool!

Talisman in verse relaxed,
How rebellious over the abyss
Sail Free shuttle
You're carefree and easy.

You do not understand hladny north;
In our circle you cast fate
As the deity of the country stranger
As in the day of trouble gratifying moment!

Pretty screwed.

[Phoenix2012]

Even with the translation, poetry is lost to me. I sympathize with your hardship

Fucking hate literature. Most worthless subject ever.

I have to read this:
http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%A6%D0% ... 0%B8%D0%BF
and this
http://ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%90%D0% ... 0%BA%D0%BB)
As if fucking your mom isn't enough...greeks were pretty messed up...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oedipus_rex
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antigone_(Sophocles)

[Mincaldenteans]

George sounds... I wanna say ambivalent, but that doesn't seem quite accurate.

[Phoenix2012]

I should crash the party..!!

Daniél and George had received some rather nice, splendid home for their stay in Glasgow. They got an apartment at Jamaica Street, a rusting sign had told them, and it was the best accommodation the two had had for a while. Their room overlooked the River Clyde, whose blue waters streamed from the high peaks of Scotland to the Atlantic Ocean and the Firth of Clyde. The gold and silver shimmering of the molten glacier ice gave some form of mysticism to the entire city, as if it was some pearl just hatched from an oyster.

George and Daniél were facing each other, trying to look straight in the eyes of their sibling. This was hard, through a fencer’s helmet, but on certain occasions, they could make out the sapphire-blue eyes they had both inherited from their mother. Like two predators, they looked for weaknesses in the defences of the other, carefully holding their rapiers in a slight angle in front of them. In the past few weeks, George had had great fun and delight in the fencing teachings of his sister, and they got to know each other better every time. It had mostly been her talking and him listening, though. Slowly but surely, George to around to telling more, and he had promised the girl to tell him everything there was to know about his history during the practise. So, there they stood, facing off, in a climate of both compassion and competition. It was nice to practise with more than just the twigs and sticks they had been using before. Daniél was the first to make a lunge, thrusting the elegant weapon towards, George’s chest, who made a quick movement to the side, and parried the move with a small flick of his wrist, producing a metallic clang as the two weapons collided. “Do tell, Gregory. What has happened to you?” George started strafing to the side, like lions orbiting each other before a fight. “I changed, Dani. I lead a racist political group, Humanity First. I met a new friend, Cymitia. I believe you have met her. She challenged my beliefs, destroyed my way of thinking, and helped me build something new from the building blocks of compassion and love. Alas, the HGV, that’s the Home Guard Volunteers, my private army, got around to killing every last Nevidian in London. Stricken with grief, I rallied them to the defences, fought the battle of Westminster Bridge, defended the Nevidian population of London. I joined an underground movement, I baked a few pancakes, the Empire came, and I took residence with my new home in Prince, a nice village. Then, the French came, we fled, we got captured by bandits, and the rest is history.” While he was talking, George had been defending himself quite well, even making a few moves of his own. Daniél had been listening carefully, while searching for weak spots in her brothers stern protection. She nodded once, and made a feign attack to the left. “Tell me, Georgy” she began, while stepping in to do the feign. “Who is Hunter Evans?” With a single move, the feign turned into a real attack, as she landed her rapier on George’s chest, making the thing bend upwards. She smiled, but George didn’t smile ack. He put off his fencing mask, turned around, and walked towards the window, his rapier still in his hand. The sudden break surprised Daniél. The conversation had been going just fine, and this was sudden. She put her own mask of herself, and joined him next to the window. Together, they looked over the River Clyde, over the city centre, and at the setting sun.

“Hunter Evans is history, Dani” he began, solemnly and slowly, putting a hand over her shoulder, and pulling her close. “He was my friend, you know. He pulled me from the high gutter into the lowest golden dungeons, together with Cymitia. He left us, without a word, right before the heli with the princess crashed. I…” He stopped for a moment, to suppress the tremors trying to climb up his voice. “I never got a chance to say goodbye. He’s probably in London now, or in Prince, living the luxe life. The quiet life he deserves. I do not blame him for seeking that, we all want that. I want to live on the Chamber Estate. If he had just said goodbye to his best friend…” There, the two stood next to each other, watching the sun slip behind the buildings. The last orange-yellow light licked the inside of their room, the tops of their heads, and then, it was gone. The sun sunk, not unlike a ship, into the ocean of city and the hills beyond. Dani got even closer to George, putting her own hand over his waist. “Georgy, how well do you know Jon?”

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

George sounds... I wanna say ambivalent, but that doesn't seem quite accurate.

In what regard?

[Mincaldenteans]

George sounds... I wanna say ambivalent, but that doesn't seem quite accurate.

In what regard?

Hence not quite accurate. I can't find the exacting word to describe it.

Watch, it'll come to me a week down the road when all this has been buried under

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

In what regard?

Hence not quite accurate. I can't find the exacting word to describe it.

Watch, it'll come to me a week down the road when all this has been buried under

And when no-one expects a thing, when it has all been forgotten, like a zombie rising from its dark and accursed grave, you will come up with the term. Both Hunter and George will be dead by then, and both Glasgow and London will burn in Russian radioactive fire and flames.

I can wait.

[Mincaldenteans]

Hence not quite accurate. I can't find the exacting word to describe it.

Watch, it'll come to me a week down the road when all this has been buried under

And when no-one expects a thing, when it has all been forgotten, like a zombie rising from its dark and accursed grave, you will come up with the term. Both Hunter and George will be dead by then, and both Glasgow and London will burn in Russian radioactive fire and flames.

I can wait.

Im just wondering what happens when main groups meets Hunter again.

I see either guns, fists, or both with a lot of... choice words >_>

[Great Confederacy of Commonwealth States]

And when no-one expects a thing, when it has all been forgotten, like a zombie rising from its dark and accursed grave, you will come up with the term. Both Hunter and George will be dead by then, and both Glasgow and London will burn in Russian radioactive fire and flames.

I can wait.

Im just wondering what happens when main groups meets Hunter again.

I see either guns, fists, or both with a lot of... choice words >_>

How barbaric! You underestimate our characters! George carries a machete nowadays.

I don't know what will happen. That will depend on the very first words Hunter utters when we see him. If they are not something along the lines of: Cupcake kitten teapot rosemary pumpkin juice, there will be a lot of Newtons exchanged.

[Phoenix2012]

@GCCS, Shall I?

;) I should crash the party..!!

Daniél and George had received some rather nice, splendid home for their stay in Glasgow. They got an apartment at Jamaica Street, a rusting sign had told them, and it was the best accommodation the two had had for a while. Their room overlooked the River Clyde, whose blue waters streamed from the high peaks of Scotland to the Atlantic Ocean and the Firth of Clyde. The gold and silver shimmering of the molten glacier ice gave some form of mysticism to the entire city, as if it was some pearl just hatched from an oyster.

George and Daniél were facing each other, trying to look straight in the eyes of their sibling. This was hard, through a fencer’s helmet, but on certain occasions, they could make out the sapphire-blue eyes they had both inherited from their mother. Like two predators, they looked for weaknesses in the defences of the other, carefully holding their rapiers in a slight angle in front of them. In the past few weeks, George had had great fun and delight in the fencing teachings of his sister, and they got to know each other better every time. It had mostly been her talking and him listening, though. Slowly but surely, George to around to telling more, and he had promised the girl to tell him everything there was to know about his history during the practise. So, there they stood, facing off, in a climate of both compassion and competition. It was nice to practise with more than just the twigs and sticks they had been using before. Daniél was the first to make a lunge, thrusting the elegant weapon towards, George’s chest, who made a quick movement to the side, and parried the move with a small flick of his wrist, producing a metallic clang as the two weapons collided. “Do tell, Gregory. What has happened to you?” George started strafing to the side, like lions orbiting each other before a fight. “I changed, Dani. I lead a racist political group, Humanity First. I met a new friend, Cymitia. I believe you have met her. She challenged my beliefs, destroyed my way of thinking, and helped me build something new from the building blocks of compassion and love. Alas, the HGV, that’s the Home Guard Volunteers, my private army, got around to killing every last Nevidian in London. Stricken with grief, I rallied them to the defences, fought the battle of Westminster Bridge, defended the Nevidian population of London. I joined an underground movement, I baked a few pancakes, the Empire came, and I took residence with my new home in Prince, a nice village. Then, the French came, we fled, we got captured by bandits, and the rest is history.” While he was talking, George had been defending himself quite well, even making a few moves of his own. Daniél had been listening carefully, while searching for weak spots in her brothers stern protection. She nodded once, and made a feign attack to the left. “Tell me, Georgy” she began, while stepping in to do the feign. “Who is Hunter Evans?” With a single move, the feign turned into a real attack, as she landed her rapier on George’s chest, making the thing bend upwards. She smiled, but George didn’t smile ack. He put off his fencing mask, turned around, and walked towards the window, his rapier still in his hand. The sudden break surprised Daniél. The conversation had been going just fine, and this was sudden. She put her own mask of herself, and joined him next to the window. Together, they looked over the River Clyde, over the city centre, and at the setting sun.

“Hunter Evans is history, Dani” he began, solemnly and slowly, putting a hand over her shoulder, and pulling her close. “He was my friend, you know. He pulled me from the high gutter into the lowest golden dungeons, together with Cymitia. He left us, without a word, right before the heli with the princess crashed. I…” He stopped for a moment, to suppress the tremors trying to climb up his voice. “I never got a chance to say goodbye. He’s probably in London now, or in Prince, living the luxe life. The quiet life he deserves. I do not blame him for seeking that, we all want that. I want to live on the Chamber Estate. If he had just said goodbye to his best friend…” There, the two stood next to each other, watching the sun slip behind the buildings. The last orange-yellow light licked the inside of their room, the tops of their heads, and then, it was gone. The sun sunk, not unlike a ship, into the ocean of city and the hills beyond. Dani got even closer to George, putting her own hand over his waist. “Georgy, how well do you know Jon?”