It's the End of the World As We Know It and I Feel Fine!

[Pax Nerdvana]

Here we go again...
War. War never changes.

[Minskiev]

Here we go again...
War. War never changes.

But nuclear technology does! Not-so-fresh baked potato bombs coming up!

[Pax Nerdvana]

Here we go again...
War. War never changes.

But nuclear technology does! Not-so-fresh baked potato bombs coming up!

You found cold fusion?

[Socialist Macronesia]

As you can see, "two minutes to midnight" was grossly pessimistic.

Clearly we have four days!

Why this feels like Expiration Date?

Ross has done nothing but teleport bread for three days. Also, he is still singing, this time he has been singing "You Can't Hurry Love." We thought he was going to pass out of exhaustion, but he planned ahead and snorted 300 mg of laboratory grade caffeine. He probably won't fall asleep for a few weeks.

- same concerned intern

[The Emirate of The Emirate]

time to nuke bombs

[Tornado Queendom]

We only have one company providing 5G "death beams" (Worldcom), we will get out of this shit alive.

[The Jamesian Republic]

How does one join a faction? It’s my first time. Please help

[Harmonic Empire]

How does one join a faction? It’s my first time. Please help

Join a faction button in nday board then get ready to be nuked within a min :3

[The Reformed American Republic]

As a player, this is my third N-day.

[Northern Angermag]

Time to win this!

[Baloo Kingdom]

Time to win this!

This sounds very similar to what Pit said at the beginning of the Smash Ultimate Cutscene...and I think we know what happened to him...

[La Paz de Los Ricos]

I'll be cheering for you all from the sideline- err... bunker! Make it a good show! However good a show you can get with numbers and stats in lieu of... you know, actually nuking each other.

[Santa Selena]

Let me guess, this is what will happen to me when I joina faction:

Seriously though, even though it's me first time doing this, im excited!

[Alcala-Cordel]

Ignore this post, my question got answered

[Greatdux]

Once you nuke me, I’ll make puppets again and again until the N-Day ends and we all rest.

[Harmonic Empire]

Once you nuke me, I’ll make puppets again and again until the N-Day ends and we all rest.

You cant use the new puppets for nday lmao

[Mimi Mimikins]

Once you nuke me, I’ll make puppets again and again until the N-Day ends and we all rest.

You cant use the new puppets for nday lmao

I have shitload of puppets from YEARS ago

[Harmonic Empire]

You cant use the new puppets for nday lmao

I have shitload of puppets from YEARS ago

oh yeah?
Pulls out 5000 of them

[Kiu Ghesik]

Why this feels like Expiration Date?

Ross has done nothing but teleport bread for three days. Also, he is still singing, this time he has been singing "You Can't Hurry Love." We thought he was going to pass out of exhaustion, but he planned ahead and snorted 300 mg of laboratory grade caffeine. He probably won't fall asleep for a few weeks.

- same concerned intern

I spent far too much time writing this.

[THE NATIONSTATES FORUMS: FOUR DAYS TIL N-DAY
Cut to FORUM 7. It is now night and a lone Harmonic Empire puppet guards the entrance. A march-like drum beat plays]

[Cut to a close-up of a poker table. A cigar smolders in the ashtray while HRM Christophe unceremoniously drops a metal pail. It is filled with note cards. A literal bucket list.]

Christope: This is a bucket.

[Cut to a side shot of the leaders at the poker table. With Alastair on the far right in the foreground grasping his bottle, everyone else is arranged counter-clockwise from him: Ari, Smith, Neo, Sandre Maint, Ross, and Christophe on the right foreground. Everyone is wearing an odd watch with a large digital display. Half-standing, Ross examines the bucket.]

Ross: Dear God.

Christophe: There's more.

Ross: [astonished] No!

Christophe: [ignoring him] It contains the dying wish of every man here. [turns] Maint. You did collect everyone's dying wish?

Maint: Oh, you bet!

[He salutes. Neo slowly folds her arms.]

Christophe: Excellent. Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches.

[Cut to a close-up of the watch. Red embossing tape declares it a "DEATH CLOCK". The display beeps as the various leaders set their watches. It reads 96:00:00. 96 hours left to live and counting. Taps-like trumpet-playing is heard.]

[All the leaders are expressionless except for Neo who is on the verge of falling asleep with her arms folded. Cristophe steps from the front of the table and walks from right to left, lit cigarette in his right hand, and the left firmly clasped behind his back.]

Christophe: We have seventy hours to live. For most men, no time at all.

[The camera cuts to a shot of Christophe walking behind Neo's back. A Payload Pinball machine can be seen in the background. The music swells from mournful to patriotic. He places a hand on Neo's shoulder, jerking her awake. Neo momentarily looks guilty.]

Christophe: We are not most men.

[Christophe now walks behind the table. The camera pans to a shot showing all the leaders gathered around the table intently focusing on his words.]

Christophe: We are world leaders. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! [he gestures emphatically with his lit cigarette while the trumpets and drum beats swell]

Christophe: [sudden close-up while the background music cuts off] The clock is ticking, gentlemen. Let's begin.

[Reverse shot with the bucket in the foreground. The leaders' expressions show varying degrees of interest. The Christophe draws a note card from the bucket.]

Christophe: Our first dying wish is Maint's. [he gestures] He's...

[Christophe examines the card. His brow wrinkles]

Christophe: ...drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car.

[The drawing is somewhat crude. The muscle car is drawn in much greater detail than Cristophe who is thrown up into the air, becoming disemboweled with blood spurting everywhere.]

Christophe: [he peers closer] I have something radiating off of me.

Maint: Yeah, those are stink lines.

[He turns to the rest of the leaders in a mock whisper. Neo is mildly amused.]

Maint: That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells.

Christophe: [rolling his eyes as he draws another card] Yes I see. Here you've drawn me having...

[The camera tastefully remains on his face.]

Christophe: [somewhat bemused] ...sexual congress with the GRAIL building. [he tosses it and draws another while Maint giggles] The GRAIL building having sexual congress with me. [toss and giggle] Both of us relaxing post-coitus.

[Alastair confusingly mouths "post-coitus" and Maint is nearly in tears with laughter.]

Christophe: [growing more irritated] I'm crying and the GRAIL building has stink lines coming off of it. [he angrily throws the card down] Did anyone besides Maint put a card into the bucket?!

[Neo and Smith are slightly amused. Maint is near breathless with laughter.]

Maint: [giggling] Oh man, Classic Maint.

Christophe: [sighing] Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time.

Ross: [pulling out a card] You did not read mine!

Christope: [another sigh] Does it say you want the bucket?

Ross: [interrupting] Yes!

[SatoSere]

Ross has done nothing but teleport bread for three days. Also, he is still singing, this time he has been singing "You Can't Hurry Love." We thought he was going to pass out of exhaustion, but he planned ahead and snorted 300 mg of laboratory grade caffeine. He probably won't fall asleep for a few weeks.

- same concerned intern

I spent far too much time writing this.

[THE NATIONSTATES FORUMS: FOUR DAYS TIL N-DAY
Cut to FORUM 7. It is now night and a lone Harmonic Empire puppet guards the entrance. A march-like drum beat plays]

[Cut to a close-up of a poker table. A cigar smolders in the ashtray while HRM Christophe unceremoniously drops a metal pail. It is filled with note cards. A literal bucket list.]

Christope: This is a bucket.

[Cut to a side shot of the leaders at the poker table. With Alastair on the far right in the foreground grasping his bottle, everyone else is arranged counter-clockwise from him: Ari, Smith, Neo, Sandre Maint, Ross, and Christophe on the right foreground. Everyone is wearing an odd watch with a large digital display. Half-standing, Ross examines the bucket.]

Ross: Dear God.

Christophe: There's more.

Ross: [astonished] No!

Christophe: [ignoring him] It contains the dying wish of every man here. [turns] Maint. You did collect everyone's dying wish?

Maint: Oh, you bet!

[He salutes. Neo slowly folds her arms.]

Christophe: Excellent. Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches.

[Cut to a close-up of the watch. Red embossing tape declares it a "DEATH CLOCK". The display beeps as the various leaders set their watches. It reads 96:00:00. 96 hours left to live and counting. Taps-like trumpet-playing is heard.]

[All the leaders are expressionless except for Neo who is on the verge of falling asleep with her arms folded. Cristophe steps from the front of the table and walks from right to left, lit cigarette in his right hand, and the left firmly clasped behind his back.]

Christophe: We have seventy hours to live. For most men, no time at all.

[The camera cuts to a shot of Christophe walking behind Neo's back. A Payload Pinball machine can be seen in the background. The music swells from mournful to patriotic. He places a hand on Neo's shoulder, jerking her awake. Neo momentarily looks guilty.]

Christophe: We are not most men.

[Christophe now walks behind the table. The camera pans to a shot showing all the leaders gathered around the table intently focusing on his words.]

Christophe: We are world leaders. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! [he gestures emphatically with his lit cigarette while the trumpets and drum beats swell]

Christophe: [sudden close-up while the background music cuts off] The clock is ticking, gentlemen. Let's begin.

[Reverse shot with the bucket in the foreground. The leaders' expressions show varying degrees of interest. The Christophe draws a note card from the bucket.]

Christophe: Our first dying wish is Maint's. [he gestures] He's...

[Christophe examines the card. His brow wrinkles]

Christophe: ...drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car.

[The drawing is somewhat crude. The muscle car is drawn in much greater detail than Cristophe who is thrown up into the air, becoming disemboweled with blood spurting everywhere.]

Christophe: [he peers closer] I have something radiating off of me.

Maint: Yeah, those are stink lines.

[He turns to the rest of the leaders in a mock whisper. Neo is mildly amused.]

Maint: That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells.

Christophe: [rolling his eyes as he draws another card] Yes I see. Here you've drawn me having...

[The camera tastefully remains on his face.]

Christophe: [somewhat bemused] ...sexual congress with the GRAIL building. [he tosses it and draws another while Maint giggles] The GRAIL building having sexual congress with me. [toss and giggle] Both of us relaxing post-coitus.

[Alastair confusingly mouths "post-coitus" and Maint is nearly in tears with laughter.]

Christophe: [growing more irritated] I'm crying and the GRAIL building has stink lines coming off of it. [he angrily throws the card down] Did anyone besides Maint put a card into the bucket?!

[Neo and Smith are slightly amused. Maint is near breathless with laughter.]

Maint: [giggling] Oh man, Classic Maint.

Christophe: [sighing] Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time.

Ross: [pulling out a card] You did not read mine!

Christope: [another sigh] Does it say you want the bucket?

Ross: [interrupting] Yes!

Artur came from nowhere

Artur: Join Serena's Legion, for best experience in the war!

[Silver Commonwealth]

''*Burgundian Lullaby sounds* It is time to be one of the horsemen of apocalypse.'' - Supercomputer Tom (Don't ask how he knows about TNO)

[Doge Land]

How do I actually enter a faction? (where's the button?)
Also is the countdown for the start or end?

This year's event feels a lot more confusing than last year's, and I was a noob then!

Exact same thing as last year. The countdown is for the start, and you can't enter a faction until N-Day begins.

[La Xinga]

Nuke nuke nuke

[Minskiev]

Ross has done nothing but teleport bread for three days. Also, he is still singing, this time he has been singing "You Can't Hurry Love." We thought he was going to pass out of exhaustion, but he planned ahead and snorted 300 mg of laboratory grade caffeine. He probably won't fall asleep for a few weeks.

- same concerned intern

I spent far too much time writing this.

[THE NATIONSTATES FORUMS: FOUR DAYS TIL N-DAY
Cut to FORUM 7. It is now night and a lone Harmonic Empire puppet guards the entrance. A march-like drum beat plays]

[Cut to a close-up of a poker table. A cigar smolders in the ashtray while HRM Christophe unceremoniously drops a metal pail. It is filled with note cards. A literal bucket list.]

Christope: This is a bucket.

[Cut to a side shot of the leaders at the poker table. With Alastair on the far right in the foreground grasping his bottle, everyone else is arranged counter-clockwise from him: Ari, Smith, Neo, Sandre Maint, Ross, and Christophe on the right foreground. Everyone is wearing an odd watch with a large digital display. Half-standing, Ross examines the bucket.]

Ross: Dear God.

Christophe: There's more.

Ross: [astonished] No!

Christophe: [ignoring him] It contains the dying wish of every man here. [turns] Maint. You did collect everyone's dying wish?

Maint: Oh, you bet!

[He salutes. Neo slowly folds her arms.]

Christophe: Excellent. Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches.

[Cut to a close-up of the watch. Red embossing tape declares it a "DEATH CLOCK". The display beeps as the various leaders set their watches. It reads 96:00:00. 96 hours left to live and counting. Taps-like trumpet-playing is heard.]

[All the leaders are expressionless except for Neo who is on the verge of falling asleep with her arms folded. Cristophe steps from the front of the table and walks from right to left, lit cigarette in his right hand, and the left firmly clasped behind his back.]

Christophe: We have seventy hours to live. For most men, no time at all.

[The camera cuts to a shot of Christophe walking behind Neo's back. A Payload Pinball machine can be seen in the background. The music swells from mournful to patriotic. He places a hand on Neo's shoulder, jerking her awake. Neo momentarily looks guilty.]

Christophe: We are not most men.

[Christophe now walks behind the table. The camera pans to a shot showing all the leaders gathered around the table intently focusing on his words.]

Christophe: We are world leaders. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! [he gestures emphatically with his lit cigarette while the trumpets and drum beats swell]

Christophe: [sudden close-up while the background music cuts off] The clock is ticking, gentlemen. Let's begin.

[Reverse shot with the bucket in the foreground. The leaders' expressions show varying degrees of interest. The Christophe draws a note card from the bucket.]

Christophe: Our first dying wish is Maint's. [he gestures] He's...

[Christophe examines the card. His brow wrinkles]

Christophe: ...drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car.

[The drawing is somewhat crude. The muscle car is drawn in much greater detail than Cristophe who is thrown up into the air, becoming disemboweled with blood spurting everywhere.]

Christophe: [he peers closer] I have something radiating off of me.

Maint: Yeah, those are stink lines.

[He turns to the rest of the leaders in a mock whisper. Neo is mildly amused.]

Maint: That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells.

Christophe: [rolling his eyes as he draws another card] Yes I see. Here you've drawn me having...

[The camera tastefully remains on his face.]

Christophe: [somewhat bemused] ...sexual congress with the GRAIL building. [he tosses it and draws another while Maint giggles] The GRAIL building having sexual congress with me. [toss and giggle] Both of us relaxing post-coitus.

[Alastair confusingly mouths "post-coitus" and Maint is nearly in tears with laughter.]

Christophe: [growing more irritated] I'm crying and the GRAIL building has stink lines coming off of it. [he angrily throws the card down] Did anyone besides Maint put a card into the bucket?!

[Neo and Smith are slightly amused. Maint is near breathless with laughter.]

Maint: [giggling] Oh man, Classic Maint.

Christophe: [sighing] Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time.

Ross: [pulling out a card] You did not read mine!

Christope: [another sigh] Does it say you want the bucket?

Ross: [interrupting] Yes!

Good, but I’m not in it. So, bad.

[Kiu Ghesik]

I spent far too much time writing this.

[THE NATIONSTATES FORUMS: FOUR DAYS TIL N-DAY
Cut to FORUM 7. It is now night and a lone Harmonic Empire puppet guards the entrance. A march-like drum beat plays]

[Cut to a close-up of a poker table. A cigar smolders in the ashtray while HRM Christophe unceremoniously drops a metal pail. It is filled with note cards. A literal bucket list.]

Christope: This is a bucket.

[Cut to a side shot of the leaders at the poker table. With Alastair on the far right in the foreground grasping his bottle, everyone else is arranged counter-clockwise from him: Ari, Smith, Neo, Sandre Maint, Ross, and Christophe on the right foreground. Everyone is wearing an odd watch with a large digital display. Half-standing, Ross examines the bucket.]

Ross: Dear God.

Christophe: There's more.

Ross: [astonished] No!

Christophe: [ignoring him] It contains the dying wish of every man here. [turns] Maint. You did collect everyone's dying wish?

Maint: Oh, you bet!

[He salutes. Neo slowly folds her arms.]

Christophe: Excellent. Gentlemen, synchronize your death watches.

[Cut to a close-up of the watch. Red embossing tape declares it a "DEATH CLOCK". The display beeps as the various leaders set their watches. It reads 96:00:00. 96 hours left to live and counting. Taps-like trumpet-playing is heard.]

[All the leaders are expressionless except for Neo who is on the verge of falling asleep with her arms folded. Cristophe steps from the front of the table and walks from right to left, lit cigarette in his right hand, and the left firmly clasped behind his back.]

Christophe: We have seventy hours to live. For most men, no time at all.

[The camera cuts to a shot of Christophe walking behind Neo's back. A Payload Pinball machine can be seen in the background. The music swells from mournful to patriotic. He places a hand on Neo's shoulder, jerking her awake. Neo momentarily looks guilty.]

Christophe: We are not most men.

[Christophe now walks behind the table. The camera pans to a shot showing all the leaders gathered around the table intently focusing on his words.]

Christophe: We are world leaders. We have the resources. The will. To make these hours count! [he gestures emphatically with his lit cigarette while the trumpets and drum beats swell]

Christophe: [sudden close-up while the background music cuts off] The clock is ticking, gentlemen. Let's begin.

[Reverse shot with the bucket in the foreground. The leaders' expressions show varying degrees of interest. The Christophe draws a note card from the bucket.]

Christophe: Our first dying wish is Maint's. [he gestures] He's...

[Christophe examines the card. His brow wrinkles]

Christophe: ...drawn a picture of me getting hit by a car.

[The drawing is somewhat crude. The muscle car is drawn in much greater detail than Cristophe who is thrown up into the air, becoming disemboweled with blood spurting everywhere.]

Christophe: [he peers closer] I have something radiating off of me.

Maint: Yeah, those are stink lines.

[He turns to the rest of the leaders in a mock whisper. Neo is mildly amused.]

Maint: That's why the car hit him. Cause he smells.

Christophe: [rolling his eyes as he draws another card] Yes I see. Here you've drawn me having...

[The camera tastefully remains on his face.]

Christophe: [somewhat bemused] ...sexual congress with the GRAIL building. [he tosses it and draws another while Maint giggles] The GRAIL building having sexual congress with me. [toss and giggle] Both of us relaxing post-coitus.

[Alastair confusingly mouths "post-coitus" and Maint is nearly in tears with laughter.]

Christophe: [growing more irritated] I'm crying and the GRAIL building has stink lines coming off of it. [he angrily throws the card down] Did anyone besides Maint put a card into the bucket?!

[Neo and Smith are slightly amused. Maint is near breathless with laughter.]

Maint: [giggling] Oh man, Classic Maint.

Christophe: [sighing] Fantastic. This was a huge waste of my time.

Ross: [pulling out a card] You did not read mine!

Christope: [another sigh] Does it say you want the bucket?

Ross: [interrupting] Yes!

Good, but I’m not in it. So, bad.

I'm considering redoing the whole script for F7. And I think that Ivan might be a better Heavy than Neo to cast for the Netflix remake loving continuation of the series.