NS Hetalia VI:Temp OOC

[Hydronium]

Grey Wolf, Y U NO respond to my post?

Because I don't know what to respond with.

RP as a group of soldiers on a patrol. The Hydroni force in the area is only like 500, give or take.

[Weimar Germany]

Let's see whose speech is better, Verdum!

Now, let the world decide.

[Bezombia]

y'all noobs trying to out-length my post

you can't out-length my post

[Weimar Germany]

y'all noobs trying to out-length my post

you can't out-length my post

I write such posts regularly. I'm not trying to beat anyone.

[Hydronium]

y'all noobs trying to out-length my post

you can't out-length my post

Longest post I've ever made

A day later...

Zeph woke up in the small hotel that had agreed to let him stay for the night. Vibrant sunlight shone in through the windows, and Zeph's bellsprout had begun to absorb it. Aron was off eating a small metal can, while Spearow was perched on top of the alarm clock, still asleep. Aron, seeing that his trainer had awoken, hopped on the bed, and began to pester him.

*Meep! Meep meep meep! Meep meep! Meeeeeeeep!*

"Fine, Aron, I'll get up."

Zeph dragged himself out of bed, and began to try to recall what had happened the previous night. He thought to himself: "OK, so I remember I lost to Vulpix. Then... I think I stayed in that cave for an hour or two. Then, I sprinted back to the bus stop. Then... I found this place... and--- "

Suddenly, Zeph's thoughts were interrupted by the blare of the alarm clock. Spearow woke up abruptly, and flew around the room, knocking down a few things and kawing loudly. It then tried to use peck on the alarm clock, but ended up slamming itself on the chest of drawers that the alarm clock sat on.

Then, the landlord came into the room. "Your payin for all this, you hear!" The landlord said, angrily. He then slammed the door. Zeph chuckled, he probably lost more money from refunds from all the noise he caused when he slammed the door than he would have if he would have paid for the damages spearow caused himself and apologised to his customers.

After an hour, Zeph walked out of the door. He forked over a hundred pokedollars to the still-pissed landlord, and walked out the door. He was immediately welcomed by the warm air, and the sun didn't help, especially since Aron's iron back reflected it exactly on his eyes.

A quarter of a mile later, Zeph walked into a shop that sold pokemon supplies. He bought a pokeball, a few potions, some persim berries, and a quality pair of sunglasses. And a boat ticket to the Solemn Islands, more specifically, Kaneo city.

But today wasn't the day he was going to use the ticket. It would be good for around a week, so Zeph decided to sit down, and do something relaxing. He sat down on the edge of the ocean, let his pokemon do whatever and kind of stared there for an hour.

---

After a while, Zeph basically became bored. His pokemon sat there, and he felt... slothy. He became slightly restless, but he wasn't gonna go back to Dark Ridge anytime soon. He then took the ticket out of his pocket. It glistened in the bright sunlight, with it's bright colors nearly blotted out by the glare. That's when he read the times. He panicked, the boat ticket was from last week to today. And the last ferry to the island was leaving in five minutes!

Zeph called back all his pokemon, and sprinted through the city. The skyscrapers that lined the coast where a cooling sea breeze came in. On the beach, trainers were battling each other, their own pokemon, and/or fishing. A few had decided to have a volleyball game. They looked like they were having fun... until one of the trainer's Shedinja decided to ruin the party by popping the ball. The trainers then began to blow up another ball, as if it the Shedinja had done this before.

Zeph looked at his watch, and then his ticket. Three minutes! Zeph sprinted to the boat, accidentally knocking a few people along the way. Zeph made it to the ferry's dock a minute before it left.

"Ticket, please." A scruffy man, with wiry hair and a deep voice boomed. He was wearing a sailor's suit, and his face was covered in stubble. He looked as if he was a professional sailor, a fisherman maybe. Zeph flashed his ticket at him, and he punched a hole in it. He then said, "Have fun." As Zeph walked off, the sailor muttered to himself, "It's not as good as the St. Anne."

---

After he was safely aboard the ship, he walked out to the front deck. That's when the loud horn of the ship bellowed out on the ship. Zeph sat stunned from the sheer loudness. He then looked up. The ship wasn't the object making the noise, an Exploud sat on the top of the ship. He then looked around. Most of the other trainers had their pokemon out. Zeph let his out, too. Aron stumbled around, Bellsprout stood near the white exterior of the ship, absorbing the bright sunlight, and Spearow tried to fly with the ship's movement generated wind.

Zeph then began to identify the pokemon he saw around him, for fun. "OK, so I see a Delcatty, a Gulpin... hey, what's that?"

Zeph walked a man with a peculiar pokemon. It appeared to have fire coming out of it's tail. It had a crest, and looked like nothing Zeph had ever seen before. Zeph walked up to the pokemon and it's trainer, with Zeph's pokemon following close behind. They sat down, to watch the pokemon train.

"Charmeleon, use Flame Burst!" The pokemon responded by sending a gigantic fireball into the air. It burnt through a cloud before disappearing. Zeph then began clapping. "Wow, that's amazing!" Zeph said. The trainer took notice, and walked over to him. "Hey, are you a new trainer?" he said, kindly.

"Yes, I am." Zeph said, humbly. "Why?"

"You see, I once had the same experience as you did. I say someone training their Flygon, and I had the same look as you did. My advice: Never stop trying. Hey, Charry here is my latest edition, you wanna see my starter?"

Zeph nodded, anxiously. The trainer then threw a pokeball, yelling, "Go, Bailey!"

Suddenly, a gigantic Salamence appeared on the ship. Zeph's pokemon cowered behind him, as the dragon began to fly around. It then used Hyper Beam, on a small island far in the distance. The island's rock foundation came ablaze, and quickly turned the small rock into a burning maelstorm. It then turned towards Zeph.

"No, Bailey, these are friends, not treats." The Salamence made a sad sounding roar, and then flew next to the trainer. "I found an egg when I was little," he explained, "I took care of it, and eventually it hatched a Bagon. I named it Bailey, because I didn't know it evolved. Now, I kinda regret it..." The man chuckled.

Soon, the ship arrived at it's destination. The trainer called back the Chameleon and Bailey, and began gathering his stuff. Zeph called back his pokemon, and then grabbed his drawstring bag that he was storing everything in.

Zeph then asked, "Why are you going to Kaneo city, if I may ask?"

The trainer chuckled. "I'm gonna battle the gym leader there, Francesca. She specialises in Dragon-Type pokemon, like Bailey. You'd like her, Francesca, she's cool."

The ship docked at the port a few minutes later. The passengers surged out in a phalanx, but Zeph and the trainer stayed behind, with Zeph being mentored. Soon, they were the last two on the boat. Then, the trainer gave Zeph a business card.

"Text me whenever you need help and or advice!" The trainer said. "Also, call me Stephen."

Zeph took the number, added it to his contacts on his phone, and walked off the ship. Zeph and Stephen then parted ways.

---

Zeph soon found himself on Kaneo beach. He let his pokemon out, and he absorbed the cool beach air. His pokemon walked around him, as he stuttered around barefoot in the grass speckled dunes.

Suddenly, they were confronted by a figure. Zeph fell into a sand dune, as his pokemon began to confront the pokemon.

(Pokemon Needed.)

[Bezombia]

y'all noobs trying to out-length my post

you can't out-length my post

Longest post I've ever made

A day later...

Zeph woke up in the small hotel that had agreed to let him stay for the night. Vibrant sunlight shone in through the windows, and Zeph's bellsprout had begun to absorb it. Aron was off eating a small metal can, while Spearow was perched on top of the alarm clock, still asleep. Aron, seeing that his trainer had awoken, hopped on the bed, and began to pester him.

*Meep! Meep meep meep! Meep meep! Meeeeeeeep!*

"Fine, Aron, I'll get up."

Zeph dragged himself out of bed, and began to try to recall what had happened the previous night. He thought to himself: "OK, so I remember I lost to Vulpix. Then... I think I stayed in that cave for an hour or two. Then, I sprinted back to the bus stop. Then... I found this place... and--- "

Suddenly, Zeph's thoughts were interrupted by the blare of the alarm clock. Spearow woke up abruptly, and flew around the room, knocking down a few things and kawing loudly. It then tried to use peck on the alarm clock, but ended up slamming itself on the chest of drawers that the alarm clock sat on.

Then, the landlord came into the room. "Your payin for all this, you hear!" The landlord said, angrily. He then slammed the door. Zeph chuckled, he probably lost more money from refunds from all the noise he caused when he slammed the door than he would have if he would have paid for the damages spearow caused himself and apologised to his customers.

After an hour, Zeph walked out of the door. He forked over a hundred pokedollars to the still-pissed landlord, and walked out the door. He was immediately welcomed by the warm air, and the sun didn't help, especially since Aron's iron back reflected it exactly on his eyes.

A quarter of a mile later, Zeph walked into a shop that sold pokemon supplies. He bought a pokeball, a few potions, some persim berries, and a quality pair of sunglasses. And a boat ticket to the Solemn Islands, more specifically, Kaneo city.

But today wasn't the day he was going to use the ticket. It would be good for around a week, so Zeph decided to sit down, and do something relaxing. He sat down on the edge of the ocean, let his pokemon do whatever and kind of stared there for an hour.

---

After a while, Zeph basically became bored. His pokemon sat there, and he felt... slothy. He became slightly restless, but he wasn't gonna go back to Dark Ridge anytime soon. He then took the ticket out of his pocket. It glistened in the bright sunlight, with it's bright colors nearly blotted out by the glare. That's when he read the times. He panicked, the boat ticket was from last week to today. And the last ferry to the island was leaving in five minutes!

Zeph called back all his pokemon, and sprinted through the city. The skyscrapers that lined the coast where a cooling sea breeze came in. On the beach, trainers were battling each other, their own pokemon, and/or fishing. A few had decided to have a volleyball game. They looked like they were having fun... until one of the trainer's Shedinja decided to ruin the party by popping the ball. The trainers then began to blow up another ball, as if it the Shedinja had done this before.

Zeph looked at his watch, and then his ticket. Three minutes! Zeph sprinted to the boat, accidentally knocking a few people along the way. Zeph made it to the ferry's dock a minute before it left.

"Ticket, please." A scruffy man, with wiry hair and a deep voice boomed. He was wearing a sailor's suit, and his face was covered in stubble. He looked as if he was a professional sailor, a fisherman maybe. Zeph flashed his ticket at him, and he punched a hole in it. He then said, "Have fun." As Zeph walked off, the sailor muttered to himself, "It's not as good as the St. Anne."

---

After he was safely aboard the ship, he walked out to the front deck. That's when the loud horn of the ship bellowed out on the ship. Zeph sat stunned from the sheer loudness. He then looked up. The ship wasn't the object making the noise, an Exploud sat on the top of the ship. He then looked around. Most of the other trainers had their pokemon out. Zeph let his out, too. Aron stumbled around, Bellsprout stood near the white exterior of the ship, absorbing the bright sunlight, and Spearow tried to fly with the ship's movement generated wind.

Zeph then began to identify the pokemon he saw around him, for fun. "OK, so I see a Delcatty, a Gulpin... hey, what's that?"

Zeph walked a man with a peculiar pokemon. It appeared to have fire coming out of it's tail. It had a crest, and looked like nothing Zeph had ever seen before. Zeph walked up to the pokemon and it's trainer, with Zeph's pokemon following close behind. They sat down, to watch the pokemon train.

"Charmeleon, use Flame Burst!" The pokemon responded by sending a gigantic fireball into the air. It burnt through a cloud before disappearing. Zeph then began clapping. "Wow, that's amazing!" Zeph said. The trainer took notice, and walked over to him. "Hey, are you a new trainer?" he said, kindly.

"Yes, I am." Zeph said, humbly. "Why?"

"You see, I once had the same experience as you did. I say someone training their Flygon, and I had the same look as you did. My advice: Never stop trying. Hey, Charry here is my latest edition, you wanna see my starter?"

Zeph nodded, anxiously. The trainer then threw a pokeball, yelling, "Go, Bailey!"

Suddenly, a gigantic Salamence appeared on the ship. Zeph's pokemon cowered behind him, as the dragon began to fly around. It then used Hyper Beam, on a small island far in the distance. The island's rock foundation came ablaze, and quickly turned the small rock into a burning maelstorm. It then turned towards Zeph.

"No, Bailey, these are friends, not treats." The Salamence made a sad sounding roar, and then flew next to the trainer. "I found an egg when I was little," he explained, "I took care of it, and eventually it hatched a Bagon. I named it Bailey, because I didn't know it evolved. Now, I kinda regret it..." The man chuckled.

Soon, the ship arrived at it's destination. The trainer called back the Chameleon and Bailey, and began gathering his stuff. Zeph called back his pokemon, and then grabbed his drawstring bag that he was storing everything in.

Zeph then asked, "Why are you going to Kaneo city, if I may ask?"

The trainer chuckled. "I'm gonna battle the gym leader there, Francesca. She specialises in Dragon-Type pokemon, like Bailey. You'd like her, Francesca, she's cool."

The ship docked at the port a few minutes later. The passengers surged out in a phalanx, but Zeph and the trainer stayed behind, with Zeph being mentored. Soon, they were the last two on the boat. Then, the trainer gave Zeph a business card.

"Text me whenever you need help and or advice!" The trainer said. "Also, call me Stephen."

Zeph took the number, added it to his contacts on his phone, and walked off the ship. Zeph and Stephen then parted ways.

---

Zeph soon found himself on Kaneo beach. He let his pokemon out, and he absorbed the cool beach air. His pokemon walked around him, as he stuttered around barefoot in the grass speckled dunes.

Suddenly, they were confronted by a figure. Zeph fell into a sand dune, as his pokemon began to confront the pokemon.

(Pokemon Needed.)

This is the longest post I've made in the past three days:

Kronos was sitting on a throne.
It was a very special throne.

It was Bezutious's throne.

It was first constructed centuries ago, in a different universe, in a different time. It was stolen by Richard "Charon" Garrison, semi-immortal antithesis of Bezutious, before being destroyed as a result of an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object. Bezutious, in all his glory, rebuilt it to show his ultimate triumph over Charon.

And now, it had fallen again.

Its original construction had represented Bezutious's final transition to godhood. On its mark, no longer was Bezutious a mere man. Its fall - however temporary - shown the temporary defeat of Bezutious. But even Charon himself could not sit upon the throne without it collapsing around his legs.

Kronos sat on the throne.

Bezutious's life forces was, essentially, tied to the throne. After Devastation Day, in which Bezutious lost most of his devine powers, the throne was all that remained. It was infused with the same spirit that gave Bezutious his divine right - raw Ununpentium, or "Yellow Iron". It transcended humanity, birthing Bezutious with power and all others with unworthiness.
No man had ever sat on the throne for any amount of time and lived to tell the tale.

Kronos sat on the throne.

The first time Bezutious died, it took the work of two gods to finally silence his mouth. Kronos did it with a single dagger.
The second time Bezutious died, it took the creation of the exact opposite of Bezutious, with near-infinite mental capabilities, and years of work. Kronos did it in ten seconds.

There is power. There is the ability to issue orders and have them followed. The ability to have your every wish filled, every command obeyed.
And then there is power, the ability to disobey all rules. To negate all limitations, to transcend limits and boundaries.
There is power and there is power.

Kronos sat on the throne.

Millions of people were obeying his commands. His wishes were fulfilled as soon as they were spoken. His orders were always followed to the letter.

Kronos sat on the throne.

It took the work of gods to kill Bezutious in the past. Kronos negated that limitation. He disobeyed that rule. He ignored that boundary.

Kronos sat on the throne, and it did not break. It did not falter or collapse around his legs. And, most importantly, it did not summon the late spirit of Bezutious like it had so many times before when men had sat upon it.


There is power, and there is power. Kronos sat upon the throne, and no one could challenge him.

---

Phase I was complete. All racial, sexual, religous, and standard deviants had been removed from society.
Kronos knew damn well that what he was doing was wrong. He didn't care. His mind wasn't bound by morals or ethics. He wanted one thing: control. Control of the public. Control of the country. Control of the world.
And he had the means to do it.

His informants walked into his chambers. "His chambers" was also Bezutious's old Inner Sanctum, about twelve miles underground with a cartoonishly large amount of video screens connected to closed-circuit cameras all over the nation. His informants informed him that an extra-national terrorist force was "invading" Benomia through words, not actions. Apparently they challenged Kronos's rule. Evidence suggests they're operating from Eaglleia, but this has not been confirmed.

Kronos issued a public statement, televised, and broadcasted all over the world.

"Men and women of Benomia. Men and women of the world. I have recently been informed that in the lower west side of Benomia, terrrists are attempting to start an uprising against our fair and just country. These terrrists seek only to destroy, and they will lie and cheat in order to convert innocent men and women into their reign of destruction. If they gained control of the country, it would mean horror for every man, woman, and child in our fair nation. These terrrists must not be sympathized with, as they have no concept of morals, ethics, or goodwill towards their fellow man. If you see any of these terrrists, do not approach them. Alert your nearest military-political construct and they will deal with the thread immediately. Remember: we are for you. We are here to ensure your absolute safety, and we have the situation completely under control. And to the terrrists currently viewing this message: You cannot reach me now, no matter how you try. Say goodbye, it's over, walk on by."

As TVs were mandatory for every home in Benomia to have and they cannot ever be turned off, every citizen heard the news. Some feared for their safety, but for the most part the concept of a national security threat binded them together as they all felt unified in the national fight against the terrorists.

Of course, there were no terrorists, and there was no fight.

What really happened was this: a few "loyalists" remaining from Bezutious's inner cabinet had binded together and started a small "informational resistance", a la Anonymous. Leading the charge was Vietnam, Bezutious's former Second-In-Command and staunch communist. All they were doing was trying to show Benomian citizens in the lower-west side of Kronos's atrocities.

Within hours they had all been rounded up and put in camps. They were not being fed, or, rather, they denied the food they were offered. They were not being offered basic rights such as water, sleep, and baths...or, rather, they denied the offers when given to them. They were starving, parching, and sleep-depriving themselves just to make a point. Vietnam in particular would not even speak to the guards at the complex. They had a point to make, and alive or dead they were going to make it.

Kronos walked into the facility under armed guard. Everywhere he went his men would salute him. He made his way to the internment chamber, where the prisoners (43 total) had all been planed in solitary confinement. Kronos went, alone, into Vietnam's chamber, closing the door behind him.


The room was dimly lit, but not pitch black. There was a blood-stained chair, but Vietnam was sitting cross legged on the floor. Or, "floor", as the floor was actually just dirt because the bottom of these chambers had never been furnished. Other than that, the chamber was deliberately unremarkable.

"So," Kronos said, leaning next to Vietnam. "You're the great Vietnam I've heard so much about. Bezutious's second in command. The heir to his throne. His throne."

Vietnam didn't even look up.

"They tell me you won't speak to anyone. That you said on walking in to "Get Kronos" and never said another word. Well, here I am."

Vietnam still did not even recognize that Kronos was there. He was clearly awake, though.

"So, Vietnam. What is it you wanted to tell me?"

No reply.

"All right, we can play that game."

Kronos put on a black glove and struck Vietnam across the face.
That set Vietnam into motion. He immediately stood up and stated Kronos right in the eye. The men were both seven foot even, and thus their eyes met as equals.

"You get your filthy hands off me, you motherfucking cunt. Do you have any idea what you've gotten yourself in to? Do you really see any situation in which you come out ahead in this? You built an empire of fear, and expect that to last. You really must be a class A fucktard with that kind of thought process."

Kronos instantly went on the offence.

"Oh really? So what? What are you going to do about it? You're dying in a fucking cave, starving yourself to death...for what? What are you hoping to accomplish here?"

Vietnam didn't back down, but he spoke slower now.

"I'm not the cavalry. I'm not the general. I'm the call boy."

At this moment, in a single instant, Vietnam ripped a handgun out of his pants, put it to his head and pulled the trigger. Before Kronos could even react, Vietnam was dead.

The sound of the gunshot sent four guards into the room immediately. Kronos was covered in blood, horror stricken, but not at what Vietnam did. He was stricken by what Vietnam said.

He turned to look at the guards.

"Send the word," he said, "these men aren't a fighting force. They're a signal."


Outside, Kronos, still covered in blood, demanded that all 42 remaining prisoners be brought to him in the center outdoor area. They were all placed in a line, on their knees, with paper bags over their heads.
Forty-two armed guards with rifle stood about fifty meters away from them, guns aimed. Kronos stood behind the guards.

He yelled at the top of his lungs,

"Eins! Zwei! Drei! ALLE!

And forty-two members of Bezutious's cabinet died.

---

Back in his inner chambers, Kronos was cleaning up when his appointed second in command walked in.

"What do you plan to do now, sir?"

"I plan to wait,", he said, sitting on the throne.

"Waiting for...what, sir?"

Kronos paused for a moment, contemplating his answer.

"Waiting for the cut out the deadwood. Waiting to clean up the city, to put on a black shirt, to weed out the weaklings. Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors. Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens. Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain. Waiting for the queers and the coons and reds and the jews..."

"Very well, sir. What are your orders?"

"We've made our play. It's a game of chess, now, and it's his move. We've both, it seems, got each other in check..."

[Weimar Germany]

Please alert Verdum when he comes on of my response.

[Bezombia]

my reaction when I see saur post icly

[Sauritican]

my reaction when I see saur post icly

(Image)

[Oaledonia]

I ez haz Chaffee

[Monfrox]

I ez haz Chaffee

I do too.

It's only a model, tho

[Oaledonia]

I ez haz Chaffee

I do too.

It's only a model, tho

Best tank.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

I do too.

It's only a model, tho

Best tank.

no.......KV is best tank......

[Bezombia]

*T90A

[Oaledonia]

*T90A

Hahaha, no.
I like my tanks unexploded.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

*T90A

Hahaha, no.
I like my tanks unexploded.

Oale has no respect for Russian Military

[Oaledonia]

Hahaha, no.
I like my tanks unexploded.

Oale has no respect for Russian Military

I do and I don't, but the T-90 is no winner.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Oale has no respect for Russian Military

I do and I don't, but the T-90 is no winner.

Least it isn't as expensive as Abrams

[Oaledonia]

I do and I don't, but the T-90 is no winner.

Least it isn't as expensive as Abrams

They are also harder to replace then the Abrams, and are clearly easier to achieve a mission kill on.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

Least it isn't as expensive as Abrams

They are also harder to replace then the Abrams, and are clearly easier to achieve a mission kill on.

:l I'm not arguing with you when it comes to tanks

[Monfrox]

We put a jet engine in a tank because 'murica.

[Oaledonia]

We put a jet engine in a tank because 'murica.

Russia tried rockets on a T-34..... It exploded.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

We put a jet engine in a tank because 'murica.

Russia tried rockets on a T-34..... It exploded.

Leave Russia alone.

[Monfrox]

Calliope Sherman.

[Oaledonia]

Calliope Sherman.