WAR!!!!

[Jeuna]

Leader of Exar Sadow arrives in Vereona.

He brings gifts
100 new Type 97 Main Battle Tanks (Hsiao Motor Corporatin)
Brought to protect the borders of La Mons; againts allies of Indonisa

excuse me but wtf r u doing

[Joelliea]

I am on La mons side lets bomb the crap out of the enemy

[Exar Sadow (Ancient)]

you never reply to say if i got it or not, your running a bad business

[Jeuna]

you never reply to say if i got it or not, your running a bad business

You never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever presume product to be shipped until I give the say-so.

Christ Almighty, I didn't think that actually needed to be written for you donkeys to understand that.

[Exar Sadow (Ancient)]

its cool i dont need your weapons
ill just make my own

you never reply to say if i got it or not, your running a bad business

You never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever presume product to be shipped until I give the say-so.

Christ Almighty, I didn't think that actually needed to be written for you donkeys to understand that.

[Taledonia]

(OOC: One would almost think /b/ was invading Nationstates. Mods, please destroy this thread, and ban these nations from posting on these forums for a couple years until they send in proof that they can write better than a five year old.)

[Albundania]

OOC: If crap like this becomes the norm here, I'd almost rather put up with Jolt and their damned ads.

I feel your pain...

lol Telvira.

[The Emmerian Unions]

I nuke all parties involed and tattoo the goddamn stickies onto your foreheads!

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=543994

[American Imperials (Ancient)]

The American Empire sent a single reconsance naval group to peacefully observe the happinings of this war any hostile intent toward the Imperial recon ships will be considered an act of war.

[Voik]

they have been taken back to voik

[Dunczton]

ACTION 23 NEWS DUNCZTON Hello I am reporter Haij Fah here to tell you the news that occured last night at 11:30, our prime minister Vladimar Houknak said that he would station 10,000 militia troops in Indonasia to fight against their attackers. he did not take comment or questions.

[Bertenshaw]

So really, nothing is happening, and your just pretending? Why?

[Cheztope]

Cheztope is closely observing the war, and they decide to send medical teams into La Mons to help their wounded. We do not engage the enemy, just helping the wounded and supplying rations.

[United Anacreon]

Scario's miniscule population was unprepared. It was engulfed in a conflict too large for it to handle with microstates claiming victory against the older gargantuan nations of the world.

Thus, the United Anacreon Marines set forth a plan to put Scario in it's place. It would take surprisingly little effort and almost no need for reinforcements.

The bombing began. The explosions of 3,000 nuclear devices exploding at the same time destroyed the majority of Scario's infrastructure.

Within an instant the majority of the starving scarions were dead. The ones that were alive were quickly decimated by the onslaught of 50,000,000 marines.

The marines caught the leader of scario and tied him to a table. With a hammer they repeatedly smashed his face in.

Scario was defeated.

TEH END

[Zukzes]

Zukzes sends secret black op double agents to Scario's capital building with one purpose - Rape and kill every Scario's family and Scario himself.

The next morning, Zukzes declare war on Scario.

Scario the leaderless nation.

Scario the - Leaderless nation with scattered military resistence with no morale due to the fact that Scario was a woman and was bearing Zukzese baby.

Zuzkes decides to concentrate attack on the pathetic Scario for being a dumbass.

OOC: Zuzkes is a huge nation and we will rape you.

zukzes invents teleportation technology. With it, Zukzes sends full brigade to heart of Scario's lands into the cloning lab, and destroys all specimens and all cloning equipments and steals the cloning technology.


Zukzes forms a new military branch - BATTLE MAGES
Zuzkes Battle Mages shoot thunders at scario's pathetic military toys and incinerates them within seconds.

Zukzes sends 6 million starships towards moon to drag it and smash it down upon Scario's pitiful land.

Scario sinks down the ocean due to its hard impact.

THE END Scario is out of the RP. Now Indonisa.

SARCASM**** BUT YOU REALLY DID GET RAPED SCARIO, FOR VIOLATING THE GODMODE RULE. SO YOU LOSE. GOODBYE.

[Zukzes]

To La Mons Zukzes sends in 800,000 marines to help protect La Mons. Civilian contractors were sent, as well as Zukzes Cross Aid group to help the wounded of La Mon soldiers. Great amount of supplies were sent to La Mons military and people from food to guns.

Later Zukzes navy arrives to La Mons' coast. 90 Destroyers and 10 Aircraft Carriers. And then 3,000 Zu-55 F/A jets arrive to La Mons airforce base.

To Indonisa -
Zukzes sends 6 million Marines.
4.5 million Z-2 Main Battle Tanks
3 million Ze-35 Attack helicopters
1.8 million Zu-55 F/A Jets
OOC: Which are well over Indonisa's population.

[Tyrannicus Devious]

They say war never changes. But in truth, every war is different. Each one is deadlier than the last, each successive war more destructive, the future wrought by the simple notion that no matter how bad it is now, time will only permit it to grow worse.

The Republic of Tyrannicus Devious had come to witness this cold truth. Sure, it was a nation of peace, its culture vibrant, its people affluent, their abilities to make war superseded by their love of prosperity and cooperation with other lands. But in a world where talk was shunned in the face of fire, war was an old friend with which every Tyrannican citizen was acquainted.

A powerful nation, Tyrannicus Devious kept tabs on much of the rest of the world. It was policy that where ever democracy was threatened, Tyrannicus Devious would be there to protect it. And so, in so vast a world as the one in which humanity lived, Tyrannican operatives lurked about, quietly observing the actions of the rest of the world. Their mission was not to interfere, but simply to observe. See, but remain unseen. And for years, Tyrannican operatives had done their duty, reporting on the events transpiring within the world's nations.

The operative assigned to observe this latest hotbed of violence wasn't much impressed. He laughed himself silly when he read the filth spewed from the mouths of the corrupt leaders of the belligerents. "600 septillion reserves?" Perhaps if you counted the individual atoms within the bodies of each soldier sent, they might arrive at maybe a million or two actually in battle. "A million F-117 stealth fighters?" Why not B-2s? F-117s are a generation older than the B-2s, and haven't got nearly the capabilities. A million of them would be like having a million Apple I computers competing against a single XPS. It was nonsense.

The operative, in his weekly cable to Marseilles, capital of Tyrannicus Devious, noted that there was no need for Tyrannican intervention in the conflict. At best, it would be prudent to simply place a travel ban on the area. The Tyrannican government obliged, and within hours of announcing the cancellation of flights to the concerned areas, this distant conflict faded into the memories of the citizens of Tyrannicus Devious as they went about their lives.

Tyrannicus Devious, much less the rest of the world, was not blinded by the false words of these "lesser nations." This "war" was in truth no different than all the rest. The bloodshed was still there. The destruction as rampant as in previous conflicts. The same political rhetoric aimed at compensating for one's natural weaknesses still persistent as ever. All of it was there, and none of it was any different than it had been in the past.

So perhaps war never changes after all.

[German Zerabithea]

...... WTF?!

http://absolutef.files.wordpress.com/20 ... cepalm.jpg

[Falsonia]

I win. Post losses.

[Fidelitasia]

I nuke all parties involed and tattoo the goddamn stickies onto your foreheads!

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=543994

I appreciate this Star Trek reference.

[Golugan]

OOC: I've been tempted several times to contribute a sarcastic contribution or Facepalm image as others that favor quality RP have. Then, I got a better idea: Lead by example.

IC:

The Patriarch of the Nightshade Clan paced back and forth along the hanging vine that connected the main branch of his home to the scrying pool in the common branch lower on the leviathan tree. Elven magic and human technology had always been considered roughly equal in raw military power by the clans, with secrecy and superior application giving his race an edge over the animals, but this devastation among so many nations made him worry.

"Master Baxa?" The human slave, who had been abducted just before puberty half a decade ago stood at the top of the vine. Baxa had ordered her to remain in his hammock, and he bared his teeth to show his displeasure. The young girl cringed and turned her eyes down in shame and subservience. "My apologies for my disobedience, Master Baxa, but the Matriarch of one of your secondary clans demands an audience."

Baxa sighed and nodded, whistling for the girl to look at him before using his native sign language to order her back to his hammock. His pet smiled and nodded before hurrying off along the branch, as the girl was aware that her elven masters only used spoken words when their temper had the better of them. Signing his orders meant that he had forgiven her disobedience, if only for the moment. Baxa himself made his way up the vine, past his home branch to a larger branch above it where the heads of subclans had made their homes. At the top of the vine at this branch stood one of Baxa's more violent daughters, Matriarch Iratha Nightmist.

"Father and Patriarch," Iratha gestured in the complex patterns that made up elven sign language, a blur of motion that would be difficult for a human mind to track and process, "My kindred have found that our supply of the human pets is dwindling. Taking a child once every three nights simply isn't enough to meet the demand of five billion elves, going on six. If the Windblade clan dominates the market, our positions in the hierarchy-"

"I'm aware of the situation, Daughter and Matriarch. As fortune would have it, I believe that I may have found a solution. Have your seers been monitoring current events among the humans?"

Ithara let out a hiss and flattened her ears against the side of her head, being like a hairless version of cat ears. "No more than neccesary to gain a tactical advantage in our taming runs, just like any other hunt. Why?"

"War has broken out. Entire nations have been devastated. It would not arouse suspicion if a few thousand children were to have been... declared dead without finding a body. Can your brood handle such numbers, Iratha?"

"Can my brood- My mate has always been fertile, and our children have all proven skilled hunters and charmers. Those of us that can walk on water will make our way to the nearest of these ruined lands, and search for survivors. Perhaps we might be able to get some older ones to come along in exchange for medical treatment? We'd set them loose to be hunted afterwards, of course."

"Naturally. Do what you do best, Daughter and Matriarch." With those words, Patriarch Baxa invoked the magic of glide-step to slide down the vine to his personal branch, using the momentum gained to move quickly along the smaller branches until he got to the split at the end that his triangular hammock was held up by. There, in the tightly woven net holding a bed of leaves, Baxa's favored pet rested under a jaguar pelt. Baxa growled just loudly enough to acquire her attention, and the slave girl looked up to see her master's robes being tossed at her.

Due to the elven language being one of hand gestures, the lustful cries from the branch below could be heard as Matriarch Nightmist gave orders out to her children for the grand raid on the humans beyond the shores.

[Garmidia]

EPIC FAIL

[Jimanistan]

EPIC FAIL

A grey-haired old man sits in a coffee shop in Fenerio, staring through the smokey haze. He is dressed in something approaching rags. His face, covered in a scratchy beard. The rest of the room is silent, all eyes on him. It seems he is the center of attention. After some time, he rises.
"What does it truely mean to 'fail', my comrades?" he asks, letting the question hang, unanswered for a moment, before continuing. "I will tell you! There is no success like failure! But, and this, my friends, is most important... Failure, my friends, is no success at all... And what is it to be 'epic', if something is truely epic, can if be said to be 'fail', too? I truely must say, comrades, I am confused!"
belatedly, a shout from the back is heard, an audible plea to "stop quoting Dylan."
Everyone chuckles, but all eyes remain on the old man. He shrugs. "Everybody must get stoned." at that, the room bursts into laughter and applause, and the old man sits down, triumphant. Game, set and match.

[North Wiedna]

This is too stupid for facepalm...
*HEADDESK*

[Emporer Pudu]

(OOC: One would almost think /b/ was invading Nationstates. Mods, please destroy this thread, and ban these nations from posting on these forums for a couple years until they send in proof that they can write better than a five year old.)

(OOC: One would almost think /b/ was invading Nationstates.

/b/

Rules one and two. You fail.