Coalition of Ponyist States OOC & Sign-Up

[United States of Peace]

Name of State: The Grand Kingdom of Kingdom Of the Polar Bear

Number of Ponies Living Withing Your State: around 200 million

Do Ponies Act As a Major Part of Your Nation's Economy or Military?: In the economy, yes. In the Military, there allowed to join and achieve rank, but
vary few ponies do sign up.

Do Ponies Have Equal Rights in Your Nation?: yes

What position would you like to apply for? (Observer/Member): Observer

Please redirect your application to viewtopic.php?f=4&t=148574 where it be decided upon by the memberstates of the Coalition of Ponyist States.

[CoPs Mission of Lausitz]

Nation Name: CoPs Mission of Lausitz
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: We would like to form closer ties with CoP nations, and due to representing five million ponies within Lausitz.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have: None
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

One day, in a neighborhood in Bethlehem, Little Waverley, known for being a center for Hippostanian culture in Eastern Lausitz, at a cafe, six ponies were discussing politics of Lausitz. Many believed that Coffee's rule was just, and that things have improved since they have arrived months ago, from a distant land. As they drank coffee, and ate donuts, they then moved to Lyra, again praising her. In the background, they heard a TV broadcast, of HBCh. Tis thee, it shall be a great land.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: None
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: The CoPs Mission of Lausitz, is simply meant to represent all of the five million ponies that reside in the four hundred thirty million person nation, both ponies and humans. It's territory, to be precise, is actually a 9 story office building at Embassy Row, in Bethlehem, with 6,000 ponies, all of them staff; working there, with only 500 residing there full time. Its official languages are Hipponian, Swedish, Lausitzi, and English, with requests available in Arazei and Latin.

[United States of Peace]

Nation Name: CoPs Mission of Lausitz
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: We would like to form closer ties with CoP nations, and due to representing five million ponies within Lausitz.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have: None
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

One day, in a neighborhood in Bethlehem, Little Waverley, known for being a center for Hippostanian culture in Eastern Lausitz, at a cafe, six ponies were discussing politics of Lausitz. Many believed that Coffee's rule was just, and that things have improved since they have arrived months ago, from a distant land. As they drank coffee, and ate donuts, they then moved to Lyra, again praising her. In the background, they heard a TV broadcast, of HBCh. Tis thee, it shall be a great land.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: None
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: The CoPs Mission of Lausitz, is simply meant to represent all of the five million ponies that reside in the four hundred thirty million person nation, both ponies and humans. It's territory, to be precise, is actually a 9 story office building at Embassy Row, in Bethlehem, with 6,000 ponies, all of them staff; working there, with only 500 residing there full time. Its official languages are Hipponian, Swedish, Lausitzi, and English, with requests available in Arazei and Latin.

You are a puppet of Luziyca. You were rejected last time here: viewtopic.php?p=8429805#p8429805

At this time, I'm inclined to say Abstain.

[CoPs Mission of Lausitz]

Nation Name: CoPs Mission of Lausitz
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: We would like to form closer ties with CoP nations, and due to representing five million ponies within Lausitz.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have: None
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:
Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: None
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: The CoPs Mission of Lausitz, is simply meant to represent all of the five million ponies that reside in the four hundred thirty million person nation, both ponies and humans. It's territory, to be precise, is actually a 9 story office building at Embassy Row, in Bethlehem, with 6,000 ponies, all of them staff; working there, with only 500 residing there full time. Its official languages are Hipponian, Swedish, Lausitzi, and English, with requests available in Arazei and Latin.

You are a puppet of Luziyca. You were rejected last time here: viewtopic.php?p=8429805#p8429805

At this time, I'm inclined to say Abstain.

I reassure you, it is surrounded by Lausitz, and has the databases for the five million ponies who live in Lausitz, but with 500 living there, and 6,000 working (including the 500), it is clearly a separate entity, under international law.

[United States of Peace]

You are a puppet of Luziyca. You were rejected last time here: viewtopic.php?p=8429805#p8429805

At this time, I'm inclined to say Abstain.

I reassure you, it is surrounded by Lausitz, and has the databases for the five million ponies who live in Lausitz, but with 500 living there, and 6,000 working (including the 500), it is clearly a separate entity, under international law.

Ahem, OOC, are you or you not Luziyca?

[New Amerik]

Well...hope I get this right. I likely won't make it, due to the, er...tech concerns and related issues, but I'll try anyways.

Nation Name: The Holy Technocracy of New Amerik
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?:There are a few reasons. First of all, from what I've seen, pretty much most to all of the nations here are good RPers, and I'd earnestly like to get to know a greater assortment of people than the core RPers I know and RP with currently. Second of all, the issues of species, speciesism, and good old debates/arguments/meetings over related concerns has always interested me, and I've gotten in a few before in previous RPs. And third of all...well, to be honest, I love my current cadre of RPers, but a more serious, and stricter crowd might help to rein me in when I get too...*waves hands aimlessly* out there.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:

A Neko's Resurrection - this is an old one, but one of my first major RPs with others, as well as the one that got me involved in WASO, IASEN, and OMSA.
Sidetracked in the 20s - an old favorite done with the Floor Kippers. It's a good example of my best kind of RP - I do better with character than overall war or diplomacy, though I can at least do the last one semi-well as well...I think.
Welcome to Sadevko City, Non-Amerikan - the RP most responsible for molding the current state of the IC nation I RP. Also the first RP I ever did that broke a hundred pages...I'm still not sure how much of that was due to quality and RP and how much was due to one-liners though, heh...
Breaking the Long Fog - an RP that's still going on, but it helps show a bit more of the newer writing style - my old stuff tends to be quite a bit...shorter, often.
Vasquailand - yes, its old, it's not quite a true RP, and I've developed quite a bit since it was last made. But this one holds a special place, because it really helped me develop the...unique technological and overall style done in my RP, it forced me to actively work off of other people when writing, and, well...it was just really fun to do overall.

If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:
Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation:
New Amerik Factbook
New Amerik 'Portfolio'
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation:

[The Floor Kippers]

Nation Name: The Glorious and United Kingdom of The Floor Kippers
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Well it's about time I did a Pony RP
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:
What Happened to the TCAA?
A Princely Visit
The Voyage of the Redfern.
Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: See my signature

[Austria-Bohemia-Hungary]

Nation Name: CoPs Mission of Lausitz
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: We would like to form closer ties with CoP nations, and due to representing five million ponies within Lausitz.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have: None
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

One day, in a neighborhood in Bethlehem, Little Waverley, known for being a center for Hippostanian culture in Eastern Lausitz, at a cafe, six ponies were discussing politics of Lausitz. Many believed that Coffee's rule was just, and that things have improved since they have arrived months ago, from a distant land. As they drank coffee, and ate donuts, they then moved to Lyra, again praising her. In the background, they heard a TV broadcast, of HBCh. Tis thee, it shall be a great land.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: None
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: The CoPs Mission of Lausitz, is simply meant to represent all of the five million ponies that reside in the four hundred thirty million person nation, both ponies and humans. It's territory, to be precise, is actually a 9 story office building at Embassy Row, in Bethlehem, with 6,000 ponies, all of them staff; working there, with only 500 residing there full time. Its official languages are Hipponian, Swedish, Lausitzi, and English, with requests available in Arazei and Latin.

Your rp-sample is quite telling, your nation description is quite telling, and your style of praising Lyra can only be linked to Luziyca. Therefore, NO. Also, this is the OOC-sign up.

[United States of Peace]

Well...hope I get this right. I likely won't make it, due to the, er...tech concerns and related issues, but I'll try anyways.

Nation Name: The Holy Technocracy of New Amerik
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?:There are a few reasons. First of all, from what I've seen, pretty much most to all of the nations here are good RPers, and I'd earnestly like to get to know a greater assortment of people than the core RPers I know and RP with currently. Second of all, the issues of species, speciesism, and good old debates/arguments/meetings over related concerns has always interested me, and I've gotten in a few before in previous RPs. And third of all...well, to be honest, I love my current cadre of RPers, but a more serious, and stricter crowd might help to rein me in when I get too...*waves hands aimlessly* out there.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:
[spoiler]A Neko's Resurrection - this is an old one, but one of my first major RPs with others, as well as the one that got me involved in WASO, IASEN, and OMSA.
Sidetracked in the 20s - an old favorite done with the Floor Kippers. It's a good example of my best kind of RP - I do better with character than overall war or diplomacy, though I can at least do the last one semi-well as well...I think.
Welcome to Sadevko City, Non-Amerikan - the RP most responsible for molding the current state of the IC nation I RP. Also the first RP I ever did that broke a hundred pages...I'm still not sure how much of that was due to quality and RP and how much was due to one-liners though, heh...
Breaking the Long Fog - an RP that's still going on, but it helps show a bit more of the newer writing style - my old stuff tends to be quite a bit...shorter, often.
Vasquailand - yes, its old, it's not quite a true RP, and I've developed quite a bit since it was last made. But this one holds a special place, because it really helped me develop the...unique technological and overall style done in my RP, it forced me to actively work off of other people when writing, and, well...it was just really fun to do overall.

If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:
Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation:
New Amerik Factbook
New Amerik 'Portfolio'
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation:

I say Accepted.

Nation Name: The Glorious and United Kingdom of The Floor Kippers
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: Well it's about time I did a Pony RP
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:
What Happened to the TCAA?
A Princely Visit
The Voyage of the Redfern.
Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: See my signature

I say Accepted.

[Ceffyltir]

Nation Name: Ceffyltir

Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: I seek acceptance from fellow fans of MLP. Honestly, I've never seriously role-played before, but it seems like something I would really enjoy. I will do my best to do well if I am accepted.

Please link us to some RP samples you have: If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

This is something that I made a few months ago. I'm only going to post the first few chapters, as I don't really want to put 37 pages of text into one little application. Forgive me, but this is not pony-related at all. The full story has some blood and gore, some offensive language, and a few suggestive gestures, but it never really gets too bad:

Chapter 1

A few hundred miles off the coast of Anglea, there was a tiny island with a small, single-story building and a few palm trees. A large, floating platform hovered alongside it. King Patrick and his queen, Hannah, have invited King Logan and his wife, Ella, to vacation on the island. The two kings have been friends ever since middle school, and haven’t lost touch over the years.

Patrick held a long sword, the sun reflecting off of it. He pointed it at his son, Michael. Michael simply stood there, holding his sword to the sand, not interested in what was happening at all.

“You’ve got to learn how to fight if you want to be the next king of Sylvaras.” Patrick said, trying to encourage him.

“Fighting is so pointless. Why can’t I just make alliances with all of the other countries?” asked Michael.

Patrick sighed. “It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes fighting is the only answer. Now come on, take a swing at me.”

Michael rolled his eyes and swung his sword at Patrick. The King easily blocked the blow, but made it look like he had a hard time doing so. “Very good. But try to lean your whole body into the strike.”

Michael swung his sword again, although with not much difference from the first time. “There, can I go inside now?” he asked with impatience.

Patrick forced a smile. “Okay.” he said. Michael walked into the building at the same time Logan walked out.

Logan looked troubled. “All Phineas ever does is work out and play games.” he said. “He wouldn’t even go bowling with me.”

“I know what you mean. All Michael cares about is reading his comic books and playing his silly computer games. How will they ever be great leaders?” said Patrick.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll grow up soon and act like kings.” Logan said semi-confidently.

The two rulers talked for a while longer until Ella called them back inside. The building was a large vacation home. Large portions of the walls were windows, allowing as much sunshine as possible to glow inside. There was a bowling alley in the center of it, and a snack bar nearby. The luxury bedrooms were only a few meters away as well.

Patrick sat at the bar and drank an ice cold beverage. He felt his cell phone vibrate, so he took it out of his pocket.

“Hello?” he said, gulping down the sip he just took.

The chief of police, Joseph Perry, responded. “Sorry to bother you, Lord Patrick, but we have many reports of the ground cracking all over Juniper.”

“Really? I’m sure it’s just the aftershocks from the earthquake a few days ago. Just repair any damage and try to keep the people calm.”

“I guess you’re probably right.” Joe said. “Alright, enjoy your vacation.”

“Thanks, goodbye.” Patrick said, ending the call and putting the phone away. He disregarded the whole situation, for he was enjoying himself too much to worry.

Logan quickly drank a bottle of fancy alcohol. “So what kind of scientific breakthrough are you working on now?”

“Well, I am currently working on what I call artificial magic. Essentially, you just inject a serum into your wrist that will give you temporary superpowers. But I can’t seem to finish them because they need to be somehow attached to your nervous system to work. You’d need to be a mad genius to figure out how to do that.” said Patrick.

“Interesting. What kind of superpowers are there?” Logan asked.

Patrick thought for a moment. “Well, one of them allows you to fire small lightning bolts from your fingertips.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to try them out.” Logan said.

“It will be a while before they are ready. So what have you been doing recently?” Patrick asked.

“Funny you should ask. I’ve been researching time travel. Did you know that it is possible to-” Logan started, but was interrupted by a voice that called Patrick’s name. Patrick’s jaw dropped.

Hannah stood in the doorway to Patrick’s bedroom, wearing nothing but thin lingerie. She beckoned for him to come in.

“Hey Logan… I have to… I have to go.” Patrick said in a trance-like state, getting up from his chair and rushing into his room with Hannah. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Logan sat alone at the bar, completely dumbfounded.

Chapter 2

Patrick’s phone vibrated on the small table next to his bed. It did so for quite a while until Patrick clumsily picked it up, disturbed from his slumber. He looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. He answered the phone in a drowsy voice.

“What is it?” he asked. It was Joe Perry again.

“Sorry to wake you, sir, but I have urgent news. The ground shook very violently in Juniper a few moments ago. A few buildings actually fell through the ground. During the investigation, we found out that the earth underneath the capital was completely hollowed out. We’re surprised the whole city didn’t collapse yet.”

“Juniper is sitting on a giant cave? How could that happen?” Patrick asked groggily.

“We have no idea. It’s too dark to tell for sure, but we think that something is actually living down there. We found pieces of lumber and stashes of food.”

“You’re kidding.” Patrick said. “When morning comes, search the whole area. In the meantime, evacuate the city into a safer area before someone gets hurt.”

“Will do, sir. Goodbye.” Joe said, hanging up the phone.

Hannah woke up sometime during the conversation. “What was that all about?” she said quietly.

“An earthquake or something hit Juniper. We’ll deal with it in the morning.” Patrick said, lying to not worry her. They quickly went back to sleep.

The next morning, the four leaders and their sons ate a large breakfast and prepared for the second day of their week off.

They all went for a morning swim. Phineas and Michael had a sand-castle-building contest. Naturally, Phineas’ was much larger and more detailed.

Patrick’s phone rang again. “Damn that phone.” Patrick said, irritated that he had to get out of the water. He answered the call, hiding his frustration.

Before he could even say a word, the police chief started yelling at him.

“Get over here, quick! It’s the Dillonians, they’ve started to take over Juniper! What do we do?” Joe said frantically.

“Calm down. Just send the army down there and take care of them. If things get out of hand, call Logan’s police chief and have him help out, too.” Patrick said in a cool voice.

“I’ll try, but you guys better get here fast, there are thousands of them!” Joe said, hanging up the phone harshly. Bullets could be heard in the background.

“What’s going on?” Logan said, still standing in waist-deep water.

“The Dillons are back again. Everybody grab your stuff and get on the Skyon.” Patrick ordered. He had battled and defeated the Dillons many times, so he didn’t even seem worried.

Within the next hour, everyone had their luggage and was aboard the Skyon. The Skyon is a magnificent way to travel. It is a thin platform that is about the size of a tennis court. It has four gigantic thrusters on the bottom that allow it to float thousands of feet above the ground. It remained parallel to the earth as long as the weight on it was distributed evenly. On the top, heavy guard rails with thick glass prevented people from falling off. There were small tables and chairs scattered around. On one side of the vessel was a bar, while on the other was a bathroom. It was like a lounge in the sky.

Patrick set the autopilot to Juniper, Sylvaras. The Skyon flew through the air, going surprisingly fast for its design.

Patrick and Logan sat at one table, Hannah and Ella at another table, and Phineas and Michael sat at the last one.

King Logan was still asking questions. “The Dillons are back? But there was only one left! And he was in an insane asylum!” he said, confused.

“I have no idea what is going on. But our armies have become much stronger over the years. We should have no problem getting rid of the Dillonians a third time.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Logan said. He called Nicholas Shell, Bythentis’s police chief. He did not answer. “That’s odd. Nick’s almost always in his office.”

About an hour passed by. It would be less than half an hour before they arrived in Juniper. Logan was leaning over the guard rail, looking at the ground zooming by below. He caught a glimpse of something large flying nearby, but dismissed it as a bird. All of a sudden, he noticed a Dillon with a jetpack flying alongside the Skyon.

The Dillonians all looked the same: overweight, pale-skinned, curly-haired, beady-eyed humanoids. They were incredibly unintelligent, but were always able to steal technology from other nations or figure out how to make their own inefficient inventions. For decades, they roamed around the planet trying to take over nations and call it their home.

“Hey! What the hell!?” Logan said. The Dillon closed his eyes and rammed into the side of the Skyon. The whole vehicle shook and tilted to the side a bit. The Dillon proceeded to ram the Skyon a few more times. Patrick rushed over with two rifles. He handed one to Logan. They fired a few shots at the Dillon, but only one hit his jetpack. The Dillon spun out of control and went somewhere under the Skyon. Without warning, an explosion went off somewhere under the airship, and the whole vessel tipped forward and started to plummet towards the earth.

“What’s going on?” Logan screamed.

“That Dillon must have gotten sucked up into one of the turbines! We’re going down!” Patrick responded. He ran over to the control panel. He pressed all sorts of buttons and pulled back on the control stick. The Skyon sputtered and began to straighten out again.

“We’re saved!” Ella shouted excitedly.

The Skyon slowed down and the lights on the control panel went out. Patrick’s eyes widened in fear as he hopelessly fiddled with the control stick. Logan looked over the side and noticed a lot of fuel leaking out of a twisted pipe.

“We’re out of fuel! Phineas, get to the backup generator!” he said. Phineas ran towards the generator, but before he could get to it, the Skyon tipped forward again. Within a few seconds, the whole aircraft nosedived towards the ground. The heroes grabbed on to the sturdiest objects they could find.

The Skyon fell into a thick forest. It smashed through countless trees and vines, before finally evening out and skidding to a stop between two large boulders.

Patrick stood up. He brushed himself off. Logan stood from behind the counter; he was thrown into a shelf full of liquor during the crash. Michael had fallen off the Skyon and into a tree shortly before it stopped. He climbed down and walked back to the wreckage with only scrapes and bruises. Ella emerged from the bathroom, and Hannah crawled out from under a table. The generator rested on top of Phineas. Before the others could help him, Phineas pushed the machine off himself in an impressive feat of strength.

“Alright, is anyone hurt?” Logan asked. Everyone was fine. “Okay, so we have to get back to the city, or at least back to either Sylvaras or Bythentis.”

“But that will take hours!” Michael said.

“Maybe not.” said Hannah, pushing through some branches. “Come look over here.”

They all realized that they have landed in Stonewood Park, just on the outskirts of a city. A busy road was only a few yards away.

“I know a guy that could help us out.” Patrick said, recognizing the languages on the road signs and the design of the cars driving by. He dialed a number into his cell phone.

Within about ten minutes, a huge limousine parked in the street in front of them. The back door opened up slowly, and a man wearing a fedora stepped out. He shook his cigar and ashes fell to the ground. “Pat, Logan, old pals, I heard you needed a ride.” he said. He was leader of Cabana, a country bordering Sylvaras.

“Pablo, my man.” Patrick said, shaking hands with him. “Yes, we need a ride back to my country.”

“Anything for a friend in need. Please, step into my limo.” he said. They all crawled in and began their ride northward.

Please link us to any factbook or NSWiki page about your nation: If none exist, please tell us a little about your nation:

Ceffyltir's original 5 million citizens were all ponies of every kind: earth pony, pegasus, and unicorn. Gradually, other races and sentient beings moved in as the nation grew, but ponies are still greatly the majority (being almost 95% of the population). The leader, whom I have yet to name, grants his citizens many civil freedoms, and strives hard to keep the economy healthy. He is a king (or technically prince, if you want to stay true to MLP: FiM), so the populace has little to no political say, but they do not seem to care; for their leader is benevolent and wise, and has always done them well. Ceffyltir is riddled with unexplored terrain (mostly forest), and possibly is home to rare and magical creatures.

[The Republic of Lanos]

Nation Name: CoPs Mission of Lausitz
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: We would like to form closer ties with CoP nations, and due to representing five million ponies within Lausitz.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have: None
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

One day, in a neighborhood in Bethlehem, Little Waverley, known for being a center for Hippostanian culture in Eastern Lausitz, at a cafe, six ponies were discussing politics of Lausitz. Many believed that Coffee's rule was just, and that things have improved since they have arrived months ago, from a distant land. As they drank coffee, and ate donuts, they then moved to Lyra, again praising her. In the background, they heard a TV broadcast, of HBCh. Tis thee, it shall be a great land.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: None
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: The CoPs Mission of Lausitz, is simply meant to represent all of the five million ponies that reside in the four hundred thirty million person nation, both ponies and humans. It's territory, to be precise, is actually a 9 story office building at Embassy Row, in Bethlehem, with 6,000 ponies, all of them staff; working there, with only 500 residing there full time. Its official languages are Hipponian, Swedish, Lausitzi, and English, with requests available in Arazei and Latin.

*reinforces current consensus*

NO.

[Equestrian States]

*snippy snippy*

I don't see any reason why not...eeyup.

Oh, and a reminder to everypony that the Equestria Cup II is still open to everypony here. I'm hoping for four more sign-ups...

[YellowApple]

Nation Name: Ceffyltir

Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: I seek acceptance from fellow fans of MLP. Honestly, I've never seriously role-played before, but it seems like something I would really enjoy. I will do my best to do well if I am accepted.

Please link us to some RP samples you have: If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

This is something that I made a few months ago. I'm only going to post the first few chapters, as I don't really want to put 37 pages of text into one little application. Forgive me, but this is not pony-related at all. The full story has some blood and gore, some offensive language, and a few suggestive gestures, but it never really gets too bad:

Chapter 1

A few hundred miles off the coast of Anglea, there was a tiny island with a small, single-story building and a few palm trees. A large, floating platform hovered alongside it. King Patrick and his queen, Hannah, have invited King Logan and his wife, Ella, to vacation on the island. The two kings have been friends ever since middle school, and haven’t lost touch over the years.

Patrick held a long sword, the sun reflecting off of it. He pointed it at his son, Michael. Michael simply stood there, holding his sword to the sand, not interested in what was happening at all.

“You’ve got to learn how to fight if you want to be the next king of Sylvaras.” Patrick said, trying to encourage him.

“Fighting is so pointless. Why can’t I just make alliances with all of the other countries?” asked Michael.

Patrick sighed. “It doesn’t work that way. Sometimes fighting is the only answer. Now come on, take a swing at me.”

Michael rolled his eyes and swung his sword at Patrick. The King easily blocked the blow, but made it look like he had a hard time doing so. “Very good. But try to lean your whole body into the strike.”

Michael swung his sword again, although with not much difference from the first time. “There, can I go inside now?” he asked with impatience.

Patrick forced a smile. “Okay.” he said. Michael walked into the building at the same time Logan walked out.

Logan looked troubled. “All Phineas ever does is work out and play games.” he said. “He wouldn’t even go bowling with me.”

“I know what you mean. All Michael cares about is reading his comic books and playing his silly computer games. How will they ever be great leaders?” said Patrick.

“Oh, I’m sure they’ll grow up soon and act like kings.” Logan said semi-confidently.

The two rulers talked for a while longer until Ella called them back inside. The building was a large vacation home. Large portions of the walls were windows, allowing as much sunshine as possible to glow inside. There was a bowling alley in the center of it, and a snack bar nearby. The luxury bedrooms were only a few meters away as well.

Patrick sat at the bar and drank an ice cold beverage. He felt his cell phone vibrate, so he took it out of his pocket.

“Hello?” he said, gulping down the sip he just took.

The chief of police, Joseph Perry, responded. “Sorry to bother you, Lord Patrick, but we have many reports of the ground cracking all over Juniper.”

“Really? I’m sure it’s just the aftershocks from the earthquake a few days ago. Just repair any damage and try to keep the people calm.”

“I guess you’re probably right.” Joe said. “Alright, enjoy your vacation.”

“Thanks, goodbye.” Patrick said, ending the call and putting the phone away. He disregarded the whole situation, for he was enjoying himself too much to worry.

Logan quickly drank a bottle of fancy alcohol. “So what kind of scientific breakthrough are you working on now?”

“Well, I am currently working on what I call artificial magic. Essentially, you just inject a serum into your wrist that will give you temporary superpowers. But I can’t seem to finish them because they need to be somehow attached to your nervous system to work. You’d need to be a mad genius to figure out how to do that.” said Patrick.

“Interesting. What kind of superpowers are there?” Logan asked.

Patrick thought for a moment. “Well, one of them allows you to fire small lightning bolts from your fingertips.”

“Wow. I can’t wait to try them out.” Logan said.

“It will be a while before they are ready. So what have you been doing recently?” Patrick asked.

“Funny you should ask. I’ve been researching time travel. Did you know that it is possible to-” Logan started, but was interrupted by a voice that called Patrick’s name. Patrick’s jaw dropped.

Hannah stood in the doorway to Patrick’s bedroom, wearing nothing but thin lingerie. She beckoned for him to come in.

“Hey Logan… I have to… I have to go.” Patrick said in a trance-like state, getting up from his chair and rushing into his room with Hannah. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Logan sat alone at the bar, completely dumbfounded.

Chapter 2

Patrick’s phone vibrated on the small table next to his bed. It did so for quite a while until Patrick clumsily picked it up, disturbed from his slumber. He looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. He answered the phone in a drowsy voice.

“What is it?” he asked. It was Joe Perry again.

“Sorry to wake you, sir, but I have urgent news. The ground shook very violently in Juniper a few moments ago. A few buildings actually fell through the ground. During the investigation, we found out that the earth underneath the capital was completely hollowed out. We’re surprised the whole city didn’t collapse yet.”

“Juniper is sitting on a giant cave? How could that happen?” Patrick asked groggily.

“We have no idea. It’s too dark to tell for sure, but we think that something is actually living down there. We found pieces of lumber and stashes of food.”

“You’re kidding.” Patrick said. “When morning comes, search the whole area. In the meantime, evacuate the city into a safer area before someone gets hurt.”

“Will do, sir. Goodbye.” Joe said, hanging up the phone.

Hannah woke up sometime during the conversation. “What was that all about?” she said quietly.

“An earthquake or something hit Juniper. We’ll deal with it in the morning.” Patrick said, lying to not worry her. They quickly went back to sleep.

The next morning, the four leaders and their sons ate a large breakfast and prepared for the second day of their week off.

They all went for a morning swim. Phineas and Michael had a sand-castle-building contest. Naturally, Phineas’ was much larger and more detailed.

Patrick’s phone rang again. “Damn that phone.” Patrick said, irritated that he had to get out of the water. He answered the call, hiding his frustration.

Before he could even say a word, the police chief started yelling at him.

“Get over here, quick! It’s the Dillonians, they’ve started to take over Juniper! What do we do?” Joe said frantically.

“Calm down. Just send the army down there and take care of them. If things get out of hand, call Logan’s police chief and have him help out, too.” Patrick said in a cool voice.

“I’ll try, but you guys better get here fast, there are thousands of them!” Joe said, hanging up the phone harshly. Bullets could be heard in the background.

“What’s going on?” Logan said, still standing in waist-deep water.

“The Dillons are back again. Everybody grab your stuff and get on the Skyon.” Patrick ordered. He had battled and defeated the Dillons many times, so he didn’t even seem worried.

Within the next hour, everyone had their luggage and was aboard the Skyon. The Skyon is a magnificent way to travel. It is a thin platform that is about the size of a tennis court. It has four gigantic thrusters on the bottom that allow it to float thousands of feet above the ground. It remained parallel to the earth as long as the weight on it was distributed evenly. On the top, heavy guard rails with thick glass prevented people from falling off. There were small tables and chairs scattered around. On one side of the vessel was a bar, while on the other was a bathroom. It was like a lounge in the sky.

Patrick set the autopilot to Juniper, Sylvaras. The Skyon flew through the air, going surprisingly fast for its design.

Patrick and Logan sat at one table, Hannah and Ella at another table, and Phineas and Michael sat at the last one.

King Logan was still asking questions. “The Dillons are back? But there was only one left! And he was in an insane asylum!” he said, confused.

“I have no idea what is going on. But our armies have become much stronger over the years. We should have no problem getting rid of the Dillonians a third time.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Logan said. He called Nicholas Shell, Bythentis’s police chief. He did not answer. “That’s odd. Nick’s almost always in his office.”

About an hour passed by. It would be less than half an hour before they arrived in Juniper. Logan was leaning over the guard rail, looking at the ground zooming by below. He caught a glimpse of something large flying nearby, but dismissed it as a bird. All of a sudden, he noticed a Dillon with a jetpack flying alongside the Skyon.

The Dillonians all looked the same: overweight, pale-skinned, curly-haired, beady-eyed humanoids. They were incredibly unintelligent, but were always able to steal technology from other nations or figure out how to make their own inefficient inventions. For decades, they roamed around the planet trying to take over nations and call it their home.

“Hey! What the hell!?” Logan said. The Dillon closed his eyes and rammed into the side of the Skyon. The whole vehicle shook and tilted to the side a bit. The Dillon proceeded to ram the Skyon a few more times. Patrick rushed over with two rifles. He handed one to Logan. They fired a few shots at the Dillon, but only one hit his jetpack. The Dillon spun out of control and went somewhere under the Skyon. Without warning, an explosion went off somewhere under the airship, and the whole vessel tipped forward and started to plummet towards the earth.

“What’s going on?” Logan screamed.

“That Dillon must have gotten sucked up into one of the turbines! We’re going down!” Patrick responded. He ran over to the control panel. He pressed all sorts of buttons and pulled back on the control stick. The Skyon sputtered and began to straighten out again.

“We’re saved!” Ella shouted excitedly.

The Skyon slowed down and the lights on the control panel went out. Patrick’s eyes widened in fear as he hopelessly fiddled with the control stick. Logan looked over the side and noticed a lot of fuel leaking out of a twisted pipe.

“We’re out of fuel! Phineas, get to the backup generator!” he said. Phineas ran towards the generator, but before he could get to it, the Skyon tipped forward again. Within a few seconds, the whole aircraft nosedived towards the ground. The heroes grabbed on to the sturdiest objects they could find.

The Skyon fell into a thick forest. It smashed through countless trees and vines, before finally evening out and skidding to a stop between two large boulders.

Patrick stood up. He brushed himself off. Logan stood from behind the counter; he was thrown into a shelf full of liquor during the crash. Michael had fallen off the Skyon and into a tree shortly before it stopped. He climbed down and walked back to the wreckage with only scrapes and bruises. Ella emerged from the bathroom, and Hannah crawled out from under a table. The generator rested on top of Phineas. Before the others could help him, Phineas pushed the machine off himself in an impressive feat of strength.

“Alright, is anyone hurt?” Logan asked. Everyone was fine. “Okay, so we have to get back to the city, or at least back to either Sylvaras or Bythentis.”

“But that will take hours!” Michael said.

“Maybe not.” said Hannah, pushing through some branches. “Come look over here.”

They all realized that they have landed in Stonewood Park, just on the outskirts of a city. A busy road was only a few yards away.

“I know a guy that could help us out.” Patrick said, recognizing the languages on the road signs and the design of the cars driving by. He dialed a number into his cell phone.

Within about ten minutes, a huge limousine parked in the street in front of them. The back door opened up slowly, and a man wearing a fedora stepped out. He shook his cigar and ashes fell to the ground. “Pat, Logan, old pals, I heard you needed a ride.” he said. He was leader of Cabana, a country bordering Sylvaras.

“Pablo, my man.” Patrick said, shaking hands with him. “Yes, we need a ride back to my country.”

“Anything for a friend in need. Please, step into my limo.” he said. They all crawled in and began their ride northward.

Please link us to any factbook or NSWiki page about your nation: If none exist, please tell us a little about your nation:

Ceffyltir's original 5 million citizens were all ponies of every kind: earth pony, pegasus, and unicorn. Gradually, other races and sentient beings moved in as the nation grew, but ponies are still greatly the majority (being almost 95% of the population). The leader, whom I have yet to name, grants his citizens many civil freedoms, and strives hard to keep the economy healthy. He is a king (or technically prince, if you want to stay true to MLP: FiM), so the populace has little to no political say, but they do not seem to care; for their leader is benevolent and wise, and has always done them well. Ceffyltir is riddled with unexplored terrain (mostly forest), and possibly is home to rare and magical creatures.

Not great, but not bad, either. Most of the issues with flow of thought and punctuation/grammar are very minor, considering, and with some practice, I think you've got some potential. I'm voting EEYUP. Hopefully involvement with the CoPS will help develop you into the awesome RPer you can be.

[Orussia]

-kersnippity-

Not bad, not bad at all!
You're new to NS, but you don't act like the majority of n00bs we normally see. I'm very much okay with that little fact.

You get my 'Yes' vote, my friend.

[Lubyak]

-snip-

Well, the opinion is in, and I agree. Approved. Welcome to CoPS.

-snip-

Also an Aye. Welcome to CoPS.

-snip-

Quite nice. An aye from me as well. Welcome to CoPS.

[Ceffyltir]

Thanks a lot, everyone!

[New Amerik]

Aye, and thank you as well for this opportunity.

[YellowApple]

Thanks a lot, everyone!

You also get bonus points because you signed up on my birthday. So yeah. Welcome aboard.

[Frenequesta]

Put up the OOC thread for my nation's debate on joining the Coalition IC'ly.

I'll put up the IC thread once I get a few people to volunteer as witnesses or Committee members.

[Ceffyltir]

You also get bonus points because you signed up on my birthday. So yeah. Welcome aboard.

Have a very happy birthday. Or, if it is already over, I hope you had one.

[Kouralia]

Thanks a lot, everyone!

You also get bonus points because you signed up on my birthday. So yeah. Welcome aboard.

So, you were born the day before me... Interesting (in an entirely trivial and non-consequential way)...

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Is the below post acceptable for the War-Games?

Camp Allenby - Northern Lubyak
25.3.12 - 1630hrs

Constable Jackson stared at his screen: for a week or-so old temporary camp, Allenby was causing the Military Police a helluva lot of problems - mostly the boring, anal, admin kind of problems - but boring, anal, admin problems which needed to be dealt with by the junior ranks. He sighed and looked out of the window in an attempt to get a break from collating things the Loggies couldn't be bothered to collate themselves - out side a duo of Pumas with flags on the front slowly drove around the corner to pull up outside the security centre. He sighed again and turned back to his work: probably some more bloody deployment records to be collated, as if they couldn't use a computer over at the...

"ROOM! ROOM 'SHUN!"

He shot his head up to look dead ahead, his arms thrust out, fists clenched on the desk surface. In the sudden silence, he heard the sound of the out side of the base, cut out as the door swung shut - "At ease gentlemen. This is just informal." Jackson subtly shifted in his chair so he could see the other side of the room - three officers had just entered, by their badges they were two Brigadiers and Major-General Wainright. As the three officers talked in hushed tones, the station Captain rushed up and saluted the trio before addressing them:
"Sirs, how may I help you?"
"At ease, Captain. Me and the Brigadiers are just taking an informal tour of the base, checking on things before the exercise begins tomorrow."
"Ah, jolly good: may I ask why you've come here?"
"Well, we were thinking of heading out to the T1 harbour, could you provide us with directions?"
"Ah, of course sir. Well, if you just come over here I can point it out to you. You just need to take a left at this junction then..."

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A few minutes later, the trio of officers stepped out into the chilly afternoon air, walking smartly over to their vehicles, with the General's flag flying on the bonnets. The small convoy set off into the myriad of 'roads' which criss-crossed the base for 'ease of transportation'. Within moments they slowed to a halt as someone tried to do a 3-point turn in an SPG on the road ahead.
Looking out of the window, Wainright marveled at the camp which had been created in mere days: enough to hold an entire brigade, their support, fuel, supplies, armouries, landing pads etc. - and it was one of two! As he stared out, a squad of riflemen passed by, their weapons slung over their shoulders and chatting with each other as they navigated the mud and grass. Suddenly the vehicle jerked from its stand-still, and the Thunder-Bolt SPG trundled past on the other side of the road, its driver giving and receiving the finger from a wide range of vehicle crews and even the General's driver. Another few minutes and the pair of Pumas came to a halt in a small square surrounded by troop tents, and those covering the IFVs of 1st Battalion Armoured Infantry. As they dismounted, the command group of the Battalion ran across to meet them: "Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Like-wise, Colonel - I've heard good things about you. At ease gentlemen. I'm here to discuss the tactics for tomorrow: as you well know we will be launching our first offensive at..."

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And this is by OrBat for the War Games.
Information about Kouralian Contingent
Force Organisation of 1st Silverfin Guards Mechanised Brigade:

Force Organisation of 3rd Light Brigade, The Royal Fusiliers:

[ArghNeedAName]

Nation Name: United States of ArghNeedAName
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: To have more RPing oppertunities.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

[We will later apply for observer status, but not right now. Most ArghNeedANamers, along with the government, want to join the CoPS as observers, so don't get the wrong picture from this excerpt. This is to show how some ArghNeedANamers don't trust ponies.]

David Gellert was normally instantly recognisable by his bleached blond hair. But he was a politician who needed a lot of privacy, so he was currently concealing it with a black, curly-haired wig as he sat in a corner table in the Wheelwright's Arms in Newport Minster, a large town on the edge of Ankh Morpork.

David was playing cards with two local university students, Johnny and Nick, and his body guard Jim. Johnny was his nephew whom he saw on average about once a month, always at the Wheelwright's Arms, while Nick was Johnny's longtime friend.

"We haven't got long," said Jim.

"I've heard there are lots of imitation Twitter accounts for you," said Johnny, eying a copy of the Ankh Morpork Times on the table. "Did you really tweet that you wanted him to 'have fun sweeping up the local school playground'?"

"Look John, the bastard threatened my life and he meant it," sighed David. "Compare that to me, cracking a joke on Twitter about him getting community service..."

"...yes I know, uncle. Isn't it funny that whenever you get into a scrap you always seem to have the moral high ground?" asked Johnny with barely concealed resentment. "I just wish you didn't gloat about it so much."

"It damages your image," added Nick helpfully, as he sipped his beer.

David nodded and pulled over the paper. "Seen the latest stuff? Bill Baxter wants us to become an observer to the Coalition of Ponyist States. He tried to do it a few months ago when they weren't taking on members. Now that was funny. Such is the life in Tony Bacon's government."

"I don't understand what's the big deal if it's observer status," said Johnny. "Surely that's improving relations?"

"Ah, I bet you're a brony in you're spare time Johnny," said Nick.

"Nick, we live on the same corridor. I'm pretty sure you know what my spare time is. You are my spare time, Nick. Oh, and by the way, why do have a big poster of Porkie Pie [sic] on the wall of your room?"

"You're a bigger liar than your uncle, Johnny."

"Listen uncle, I don't understand what the problem is with improving relations with ponyist states - except Hippostania, obviously. And why did you stop the pony cultural exhibition at the NEC when you were elected to the Helitian parliament?"

David smiled dangerously. "Ponyism is a threat to civilisation. The Hippostanian incident is not likely to happen elsewhere any more, especially since the CoPS started criticising pony invasions. But look in other countries and what do you see? Millions of ponies are immigrating to western countries as we speak. And when they get there, they breed like animals."

"Are they actually animals?" asked Nick.

"Yes. So are humans," replied Johnny.

"Ponyism must be stopped," said David "ArghNeedAName must shut them out, ignore them and they will recieve no invitation to trouble us. Already, there are liberal museli-eating dogooders in Parliament who want us to legalise pony immigration. Trojan bronies, I call them."

"Any names?" Johnny had long ago learnt to be cynical about his uncle's claims.

"Well Joseph Wilson, who came third in the recent Socialist Party leadership election, said he supported completely opening the sluice gates to pony immigration. And a Green Party backbencher, Peter Jackson, said that 'ArghNeedAName would benefit from the skills and labour ponies can bring to our nation'. It's deadly serious matter. Do you want ponies in ArghNeedAName, Johnny?"

Johnny frowned. "We have enough immigration as it is," he said thoughtfully, carefully planning ahead in his response "So I don't think we need any more immigration from anywhere."

"Exactly. So vote for the PDV."

"Sorry uncle, but I stick with what I say. We're supporting the Baconator [Tony Bacon] here Both of us. And you're not changing it."

David nodded. He had certainly tried to change it.

Johnny decided to add to his proclomation. "And we, or I, think it is a good idea for ArghNeedAName to be an observer on the CoPS. And that won't lead to pony immigration," said Johnny, picking up his glass of beer.

"It's time for me to go. We will have to skip next month's meeting because I'm on the election campaign trail." He brightened up "We'll have two meetings in May, I promise."

Nick sighed. "Meeting 'Uncle Dave' is always the high point of university."

"It's great for me. I can tell you, it's going to be a roller coaster ride of stress for me in the next month or so. Our party is only just polling enough to enter Parliament. And it's damned exhausting when campaigning, and doubly exhausting for me because I have to do it under 24/7 security guard protection because of my, er, politically incorrect political views. If there's one thing that's good about ponies, they aren't the ones who are trying to kill me."

"I wouldn't want you to be in this situation, uncle."

"I know you wouldn't, Johnny. Here, and listen," he leaned forward across the table and whispered "You're a free man now Johnny. You're grown up enough to make your mind on things. Now you vote for what is right for you - and only you. That's all I ask you to do, see?"

Johnny raised his glass and took a sip "You be a good man, uncle. Be nice to people...don't try to make enemies."

They ended the meeting with David organising a toast: "This is to democracy. And this to free will. And this is to springtime!" After chinking their glasses three times, they finished their drinks and without another word, they filed out of the pub.

David and Jim dissappeared into a black car in the car park and Johnny and Nick began the walk back to the halls of residence. Johnny could not help but feel proud that there might soon be an MP in his family. But his uncle's political views disturbed him greatly. He never mentioned 'Uncle Dave' to other students, except Nick.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: This is one of the ingame factbooks
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: I'll tell you a bit anyway. We are a human nation and a federal republic with elections currently approaching after the Socialist Party withdrew from Bacon's coalition last week. The most densely populated part of our territory are the expanses of low-lying fertile plains. The rest of the country is rolling hills and mountains. In terms of population, economy and military, we are about twice the size of RL Britain.

[The Republic of Lanos]

Nation Name: United States of ArghNeedAName
Why do you want to RP with CoPS?: To have more RPing oppertunities.
Please link us to Some RP Samples you have:
If none exist, please write a short story in order to demonstrate your writing abilities:

[We will later apply for observer status, but not right now. Most ArghNeedANamers, along with the government, want to join the CoPS, so don't get the wrong picture from this excerpt. This is to show how some ArghNeedANamers don't trust ponies.]

David Gellert was normally instantly recognisable by his bleached blond hair. But he was politician who needed a lot of privacy, so he was currently concealing it with a black, curly-haired wig as he sat in a corner table in the Wheelwright's Arms in Newport Minster, a large town on the edge of Ankh Morpork.

David was playing cards with two local university students, Johnny and Nick, and his body guard Jim. Johnny was his nephew whom he saw on average about once a month, always at the Wheelwright's Arms, while Nick was Johnny's longtime friend.

"We haven't got long," said Jim.

"I've heard there are lots of imitation Twitter accounts for you," said Johnny, eying a copy of the Ankh Morpork Times on the table. "Did you really tweet that you wanted him to 'have fun sweeping up the local school playground'?"

"Look John, the bastard threatened my life and he meant it," sighed David. "Compare that to me, cracking a joke on Twitter about him getting community service..."

"...yes I know, uncle. Isn't it funny that whenever you get into a scrap you always seem to have the moral high ground?" asked Johnny with barely concealed resentment. "I just wish you didn't gloat about it so much."

"It damages your image," added Nick helpfully, as he sipped his beer.

David nodded and pulled over the paper. "Seen the latest stuff? Bill Baxter wants us to become an observer to the Coalition of Ponyist States. He tried to do it a few months ago when they weren't taking on members. Now that was funny. Such is the life in Tony Bacon's government."

"I don't understand what's the big deal if it's observer status," said Johnny. "Surely that's improving relations?"

"Ah, I bet you're a brony in you're spare time Johnny," said Nick.

"Nick, we live on the same corridor. I'm pretty sure you know what my spare time is. You are my spare time, Nick. Oh, and by the way, why do have a big poster of Porkie Pie [sic] on the wall of your room?"

"You're a bigger liar than your uncle, Johnny."

"Listen uncle, I don't understand what the problem is with improving relations with ponyist states - except Hippostania, obviously. And why did you stop the pony cultural exhibition at the NEC when you were elected to the Helitian parliament?"

David smiled dangerously. "Ponyism is a threat to civilisation. The Hippostanian incident is not likely to happen elsewhere any more, especially since the CoPS started criticising pony invasions. But look in other countries and what do you see? Millions of ponies are immigrating to western countries as we speak. And when they get there, they breed like animals."

"Are they actually animals?" asked Nick.

"Yes. So are humans," replied Johnny.

"Ponyism must be stopped," said David "ArghNeedAName must shut them out, ignore them and they will recieve no invitation to trouble us. Already, there are liberal museli-eating dogooders in Parliament who want us to legalise pony immigration. Trojan bronies, I call them."

"Any names?" Johnny had long ago learnt to be cynical about his uncle's claims.

"Well Joseph Wilson, who came third in the recent Socialist Party leadership election, said he supported completely opening the sluice gates to pony immigration. And a Green Party backbencher, Peter Jackson, said that 'ArghNeedAName would benefit from the skills and labour ponies can bring to our nation'. It's deadly serious matter. Do you want ponies in ArghNeedAName, Johnny?"

Johnny frowned. "We have enough immigration as it is," he said thoughtfully, carefully planning ahead in his response "So I don't think we need any more immigration from anywhere."

"Exactly. So vote for the PDV."

"Sorry uncle, but I stick with what I say. We're supporting the Baconator [Tony Bacon] here Both of us. And you're not changing it."

David nodded. He had certainly tried to change it.

Johnny decided to add to his proclomation. "And we, or I, think it is a good idea for ArghNeedAName to be an observer on the CoPS. And that won't lead to pony immigration," said Johnny, picking up his glass of beer.

"It's time for me to go. We will have to skip next month's meeting because I'm on the election campaign trail." He brightened up "We'll have two meetings in May, I promise."

Nick sighed. "Meeting 'Uncle Dave' is always the high point of university."

"It's great for me. I can tell you, it's going to be a roller coaster ride of stress for me in the next month or so. Our party is only just polling enough to enter Parliament. And it's damned exhausting when campaigning, and doubly exhausting for me because I have to do it under 24/7 security guard protection because of my, er, politically incorrect political views. If there's one thing that's good about ponies, they aren't the ones who are trying to kill me."

"I wouldn't want you to be in this situation, uncle."

"I know you wouldn't, Johnny. Here, and listen," he leaned forward across the table and whispered "You're a free man now Johnny. You're grown up enough to make your mind on things. Now you vote for what is right for you - and only you. That's all I ask you to do, see?"

Johnny raised his glass and took a sip "You be a good man, uncle. Be nice to people...don't try to make enemies."

They ended the meeting with David organising a toast: "This is to democracy. And this to free will. And this is to springtime!" After chinking their glasses three times, they finished their drinks and without another word, they filed out of the pub.

David and Jim dissappeared into a black car in the car park and Johnny and Nick began the walk back to the halls of residence. Johnny could not help but feel proud that there might soon be an MP in his family. But his uncle's political views disturbed him greatly. He never mentioned 'Uncle Dave' to other students, except Nick.

Please link us to any factbook or NSwiki page about your nation: [align=http://www.nationstates.net/nation=arghneedaname/detail=factbook]This is one of the ingame factbooks[/align]
If none exists, please tell us a little about your nation: I'll tell you a bit anyway. We are a human nation and a federal republic with elections currently approaching after the Socialist Party withdrew from Bacon's coalition last week. The most densely populated part of our territory are the expanses of low-lying fertile plains. The rest of the country is rolling hills and mountains. In terms of population, economy and military, we are about twice the size of RL Britain.

YES! YES!

[Equestrian States]

Application

Eeyup.

[YellowApple]

You also get bonus points because you signed up on my birthday. So yeah. Welcome aboard.

Have a very happy birthday. Or, if it is already over, I hope you had one.

Twas on the 13th, which is when you joined NationStates.