Welcome to Sadevko City, Non-Amerikan (Closed)

[New Amerik]

Reeder said, "Uh....well, the blue pill, I guess?" before nudging Nigel. "What's so unbeleivable? I told you, these guys are the most openly Vasquailist out of all the Divisions. And choose a pill, too."

[The Floor Kippers]

"Red, there are things in my life that need clarifying" Nigel Said "I Haven't seen readings this high since the psychic Monks of east Tibet"

[New Amerik]

"Red, there are things in my life that need clarifying" Nigel Said "I Haven't seen readings this high since the psychic Monks of east Tibet"

Reeder nodded. "Oh, yes, this is the home of the Choir....it is, as I have noted earlier, our largest defence against psionic threats in New Amerik. Over 300 psychics....and that's just the main system. Plus, all that raw belief....channeled so much....."

The man complied, handing over blue pills to Reeder, Mikan, Iris, and Crillk, while handing a solitary red pill to Nigel, and another red pill to Brant. With a beep, as he did so, the man inclined his head, and reality temperarily glitched in areas around both himself and those given the blue pill. when it was over.....they were gone.

Nigel and Brant were left standing there...alone.

[The Floor Kippers]

"Oh Not again," Nigel sighed, He Looked at the Red Pill in his hand "You Git"

[New Amerik]

"Oh Not again," Nigel sighed, He Looked at the Red Pill in his hand "You Git"

The fanatics from before came out, whips held and grinning. There were three men, two Caucasian and one African, and two women, one Caucasion and one Hispanic. The African-Amerikan was the apparent leader, and he said, "I see you have chosen to recieve clarity rather than advancement. Fear not, for our leader is merely instructing the others. Now, you wish clarity; so ask your questions. What is it you wish information on?"

[The Floor Kippers]

"so many huge questions to ask, err.... Why is reality TV so successful?"

[New Amerik]

"so many huge questions to ask, err.... Why is reality TV so successful?"

"The masses are idiots, who would rather sit at home and watch people demean themselves for money rather than work to further Science and fulfill His will. Thankfully, it is not present in New Amerik." came the reply.

[The Floor Kippers]

"Ahhh" Nigel said Making a Note "Thanks"

[New Amerik]

"Ahhh" Nigel said Making a Note "Thanks"

"However, you have come to the Spire, if not in supplication then in tour, and if you wished to speak directly with the leader, the blue pill you should have taken. For mere questions about the Scientologists, we are here to answer your questions."

[The Floor Kippers]

"When Were the Scientologists set up?"

[New Amerik]

"When Were the Scientologists set up?"

"Scientology was first set up as a field in 2026 for the religious study of Science. However, we soon became more and more focused on psychics as our religious views gave way to Vasquailism, though Science is incorporated in Vasquailism as a demi-god. As a Division, we were set up with all the others in 2028."

[The Floor Kippers]

"Ahh, Its Related INO" Nigel Muttered to himself

[New Amerik]

"Ahh, Its Related INO" Nigel Muttered to himself

"What is INO, and how is it related?"

[The Floor Kippers]

"INO means, In Name Only, As in the Scientologists Here are Related In Name Only to L.Ron Hubbard's Scientologists"

[New Amerik]

"INO means, In Name Only, As in the Scientologists Here are Related In Name Only to L.Ron Hubbard's Scientologists"

"As we have never heard of that name, we can see no relation to whatever scientific group that was except by coincidence."

[The Floor Kippers]

"Exactly, INO"

[New Amerik]

"Now," the leader of the fanatics said, "Are there any questions you have about the Glorious Living God of New Amerik? We are the only followers here at present, but be assured He is with you and us always!"

[The Floor Kippers]

"Not Right Now" Nigel said "I Know all I want to"

[TurtleShroom]

Also, you wish to join Sadevko thread?

I mean, we're about halfway in, but you're still welcome to see the others if you do join.....

{OOC: I was personally invited by New Amerik Telegram to join in! Lucky me! }

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IC:

Dusk had fallen over this strange part of the NS universe. A very special locomotive was pulling even more special cargo. This locomotive seemed to be an outdated diesal engine, and it was painted royal blue. A yellow stripe with a familiar seal ran along the sides. About ten cars and a caboose were hooked to this engine, and the red caboose, oddly, had the universal "radiocative" sign on it. The car after the caboose seemed to be a refrigerated boxcar bearing a strange emblem on it. The next eight were painted a camoflague color, some refrigerated, some not, leading to a more normal-looking passenger car right behind the engine.

The train had recieved very special instructions. "Go to your reigonal Maxtopia and go straight until you see a junction that doesn't exist on your map. Turn left and enter the glowing circle of light.

Unsure of what else to do, the train heeded the instructions and went through. At the specified junction, the engineer was terrified to see an orange-rimmed circle with a different world inside of it. They passed through and the portal, apparently it was a portal, closed.

Suddenly, a mysterious force literally grabbed the locomotive. As if a car slammed on its breaks, everyone was thrown to the other side of the car. The caboose, though, barely even rattled. Whatever was in there was cushioned and protected.


A helicopter with extremely bright lights shone right over the now parked locomotive. The entire train was bathed in spotlight.

"HALT. YOU ARE ENTERING NEW AMERIK. STATE YOUR COUNTRY'S NAME, REASON FOR VISITATION, DANGEROUS OR POTENTIALLY ILLEGAL ITEMS, AND PEOPLE ENTERING THE COUNTRY."

No response.

"RESPOND TO OUR TRANSMISSIONS OR WE'LL DESTROY YOU. NOW, ANSWER THE QUESTIONS."

No response.

"YOU HAVE EIGHT MINUTES."

No response.

"SEVEN."

Finally, the train door pulled open and the already scared human engineer jumped out. He began waving a lantern at the helicopter.

"HEY! HEY!" The engineer shouted, "Down here! HEY!"

The helicopter caught sight of the Engineer, and realized he was trying to contact them.

"GET INTO YOUR VEHICLE AND CONTACT US WITH WHATEVER PRIMITIVE DEVICE YOU POSSESS. WE'LL AUTOMATICALLY DETECT YOUR WEAK SIGNAL. WE KNOW ALL SIGNALS."

The engineer nodded and ran back in the locomotive. He activated his radio- normally used for trains and stations to communicate to avoid wrecks -and broadcasted.

"Uhh... hi. I think that I just crossed a dimension, so pardon any s-stuttering. H-holy Rep- repub- Republic of TurtleSh-Shroom. Specifically requested by the E-E-Emp-Emperor, here by d-d-d-diplomacy, with a very important g-gift. The gift is classified and d-dangerous. There's a diplomat, a scientist, and about ten... soldiers who will be g-getting off. Oh... and I was told to tell the border patrol this: Goodness Miss Sakamoto, you're beautiful!"

True to their word, the helicopter picked all of it up.

"WE HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THAT CODE. OUR BLESSED AND ALL-KNOWING EMPEROR HAS EXTENDED HIS HOLY WELCOME TO THEE. PLEASE, COME RIGHT IN. WE WILL BE HONORED TO ESCOURT YOU, OH CHOSEN ONES."

The Engineer displayed a confused look. The way they said that just SCREAMED "cult of personality". He had no idea how right he was.


The helicopter adjusted its spotlights and pointed them on the train tracks.

"FOLLOW THE SPOTLIGHT AND TAKE ALL OF THE TURNS WE DIRECT. YOUR PRIMITIVE VEHICLE WILL OBTAIN A DIVINE AUDIENCE VERY SOON, SO WE HAVE PROVIDED THE ABSOLUTE FASTEST ROUTE TO TAKE YOU TO OUR BLESSED LEADER."


The Engineer hopped into the train and blew the whistle. With that, they began moving again. By now, he should have expected such weirdness. That strange swirling portal of light that his train passed through when it entered their reigonal Bigtopia's borders should have made that obvious... -because when his train came out of that portal, the scenery was radically different... as if he had hopped dimensions.

Hours had passed and they had pulled through what looked like a dystopian warzone countryside, and then into a town. Pictures of what was supposedly the Emperor were plastered across the walls. Radio towers were everywhere, and they all seemed to be broadcasting "Radio Free New Amerik". For such a wasteland, the people sure could get away with a lot in civil rights. What other dystopia let people share recipes, had minorities bussed to schools to force desegregation, and gave its people the right to do anything, it seemed, but question the government? In the civil sense, New Amerik was freer tham TurtleShroom.


Anyway, the strange country got even stranger, because they seemed to be entering a city.
A look to the right displayed a once-beautiful gold-topped government building. Now, though, the golden dome had a chunk of it missing, the pillars were cracked, and the windows were broken. Much of the gold was missing, and graffitti adorned the marble walls. The staircase was gone, as was a whole chunk of the left wing! A bent flagpole flew the New Amerik flag. Everywhere around that were various futuristic high-rise residences- extremely high rise. The TurtleShroomers had never seen such tall buildings! They gleemed with signs of the future, but they were still grey and cold. Flying cars scooted overhead, some rubbernecking to apparently laugh at the presence of a railroad train. The tracks were horribly maintained, like they were laid just for TurtleShroom to travel on today and were temporary. More radio towers, and this time, strange people walking on the streets. Some were soldiers, some wore labcoats, and others were ordinary citizens wearing various clot- whoa, was that a human nudist?! Scratch that, New Amerik's civil rights made TurtleShroom seem like the oppressor.

From what he had learned in school, this was supposed to be the United States of Americaland, and that building was supposed to be the capitol of the state of Jawjah, in the city of Lanta (USA, Georgia, Atlanta). No TurtleShroomer had ever succeeded in contacting Americaland, but they were supposed to be a prosperous, beautiful, free regime with a large government divided into smaller and smaller hiearchies, from federal down to state to country to municipality. THIS was not Americaland! ....or was it just a different version in a different world?



They left the city and barrelled into the country. Several buildings the religious TurtleShroomers instantly recognized as Baptist churches seemed to have their steeples removed, their religious icons taken off, and written above every entrance to what would be the sanctuary (see the picture and look at the white under the steeple) was "VASQUIL". Towering behind these former churches were large factories, pumping billowing black smoke into the night sky. Supposedly, they were connected to the churches. Enter the church sanctuary, go through a door on the back, and BOOM, one would be in the factory.

Why didn't they simply tear down the church? Apparently, it seemed, the religious pews and alters and such were needed before they went to heavy industry. The engineer chuckled. What did they use old churches for? Did they pray to Science before entering the thing behind it? ...-and did it have something to do with their "divine appointment"? It must be cults of personality!



Hours more passed and they moved on up the New Amerik world, seeing many more crazy things and equally futuristic items. They thundered, at last, into the capital city of Sadevko. He was astonished to see an obelisk- the Washingmachine Monument -broke halfway up, half of the Smithstonian Palace missing (cut vertically), and other famous Americalandese buildings either in a condemned state or hooked to some futuristic building behind it. They travelled through the crowded streets and skyscrapers- at least the street layout was similar to Washingmachine Dee See -as flying cars zoomed by.

He had tried to ignore it, but there had large amounts of black vans driving all over the roads as he travelled across New Amerik. Apparently, when they were a Libertarian Police State, these vans were used frequently.

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Finally, after hours of travel, the train had reached the station. The breaks hissed and the cars opened.

From the front car was the diplomat: an eight foot two human in a powder blue robe with a light green sash. He seemed to wear his hair over one eye- as was the style, "scene hair", like this, but the back and sides are shorter, not stupid, brown, better groomed, on a man, and not at all giving an air of homosexuality -and he wore a pair of thick black glasses. Underneath his robe was a full suit. He carried a staff topped with a silver calligraphic "T", the same on the side of the locomotive.

Then came the soldiers. They were all human, about eight foot each, and all of them were dressed for battle and fully armed. Instead of the usual camo and such, they were wearing black robes over their gear and neccesary military items, such as bulletproof vests and such. They were, of course, wearing the standard-issue pickehaube helmets, and carrying the standard issue .729 shotguns. As this was a peacetime mission for protection, the soldiers were carrying non-lethal weapons, like frying pan shooters, pie guns, tasers, and mustard/tear gas. The guns were lethal, of course. These soldiers were trained with lightning-fast reflexes in case anything dangerous showed up. They were very keen and excellent bodygaurds.

Then came the scientist. He was a white mushroom with a thick pair of black glasses. Inexplicably, he was wearing a black labcoat (like the picture but black), and a patch sewn onto it bore the same emblem as his car. On the mushroom's head was a pickelhaube helmet with the universal "radioactive symbol" like that one on the caboose. He seemed to be a very serious individual, and like the soldiers, he was armed with a shotgun. The human soldiers saluted to him, as they did to the diplomat, and in turn, the mushroom scientist bowed back (it's their salute since they don't have appendages). The mushroom was floating about three inches above the floor, making him a total height of four foot four. Telekinetically, he was holding a strange device that looked like a Looney Toons detonator. It had a large padlock in a hole at the bottom of the pole that was pushed down, to prevent it from being pushed down.


Then, the soldiers lined up into formation and opened the caboose's back. It was suprisingly wide for a caboose door. They lowered a ramp, like a moving van, and slowly, very carefully, wheeled out what seemed to be a sofa, on large wheels, covered in white tarp. Nothing under the tarp could be seen, but a large antenna was sticking out in the top-right side of the sofa. The ten soldiers then circled the sofa in an orderly fasion, protecting it from all sides, as if it was some ultra-top-secret item.


Then, the diplomat spoke.

"All-ight, we're all here in New Amerik. We was told to wait her until a New Amerik security force met up with us. They'll be takin' us ta the Emperor, where we present to him TurtleShroom's greatest achievement and the sign of true international friendshup. There ain't gonna be trouble on this trip, so don't shoot unless ya'll have to!"

The soldiers nodded.

"Sir yes sir!"

The scientist floated in between the soldiers, placing the detonator-looking item under the tarp. He floated back up to the ambassador and faced the soldiers, like him.


Then, they waited. New Amerik would be coming very soon.

[New Amerik]

TURTLESHROOM

OOC: As a side note, please do not try to describe the scenery as such. For example, Atlanta is currently dead, with almost no one living in it. Washington DC is now the Former City, and no one goes into it. NA built up, not upon. Neither have we vandalized the churches....of which there are more than a few, we still having a freedom of religiion.

In the radioactive Former City, far below the masses of flying cars that zoomed miles above their heads, and in near-pitch blackness, the drain waited. All around them was the rubble, ruins, and abandoned structures of the Former City. Massive building complexes rose miles into the sky, blocking out all moonlight, as sky bridges crisscrossed like a spiderweb, making the buildings connected into, well, a city.

In the pitch-black darkness, a light appeared. Dim, far off, but gaining in both location and brightness, it was soon revealed after a few seconds that the light came from a lantern. Six Guards were out, electro-maces at the ready and riot shields folded up on their backs. They wore black armor all over, and gas masks obscuring their identity.

One spoke, "Yeah? You here for the tour? C'mon, we're the welcoming committee, let's go. You've missed the Emperor, and The Dean, and Cortex, and Grunns...and the Mafia, and the serial killers, and the spying...but you're under special circumstances. Come with us."

[TurtleShroom]

In the pitch-black darkness, a light appeared. Dim, far off, but gaining in both location and brightness, it was soon revealed after a few seconds that the light came from a lantern. Six Guards were out, electro-maces at the ready and riot shields folded up on their backs. They wore black armor all over, and gas masks obscuring their identity.

One spoke, "Yeah? You here for the tour? C'mon, we're the welcoming committee, let's go. You've missed the Emperor, and The Dean, and Cortex, and Grunns...and the Mafia, and the serial killers, and the spying...but you're under special circumstances. Come with us."

OOC: Sorry.

IC:

The soldiers, diplomat, and scientist all shivered at the menacing Guards. They looked at each other like they were about to be killed. Since they said "serial killers", such fear was probably justified.

"Gr-... Greetins'." the diplomat began, frightened. He would have given the Guards a handshake, but he was far too scared.

"I... uhh... yeah, we'll just folluh you."

The diplomat waved his staff to the soldiers, who nodded. Surrounding the item covered in tarp, they began to push it forward as the mushroom and diplomat nervously followed the Gaurd.

"Gentle... men..." the scientist mushroom noted, "This item is a gift for the Emperor, and it's very dangerous. It could take out half this city... You strong men will keep it out of villanious hands... right?"

[Chaos Crescent]

"You do realize this place is a beacon who know how to utilizes the power right?" Brant said "And don't say you can stop them with your only powers. If anything it's possible from both to cancel out. Fanatics right troublesome and dangerous."

Brant pulled at an apple and took a bite.

"Do you or have you seen an world reset? And why are we not going to meet the leader yes I apparently chose clarity what what does that have to do with not meeting him or are we still going to." Brant said as he ate the apple

[New Amerik]

CC:

The men and women scowled at Brant. "Imposssible! The Living God would see His faithful worshippers off safe and sound!" the leader retorted, "And if you're going on about that magic aura stuff or whatever, we don't want it. Take it to the Mechromancers."

One of the women said, "You chose clarity, meaning you want things to be explained to you, instead of advancement, which is what moves you forward. If you like......" she rummaged around before pulling out a vial, "We have more blue pills."

Meanwhile, Mikan, Iris, and Crillk were currently hovering nine miles in the air, overlooking all of Sadevko with nary to hold them up, except for the African-Amerikan man who still had his eyes closed. He spoke, slowly, "Welcome....welcome....to the Spire of Scientology. Here is the area where the psychics of New Amerik congregate, and the people come to worship."

TURTLESHROOM:

The Guards led them back the way they had come, two Guards in the front and the other four in the back of the procession. They kept their weapons drawn as they looked around, and one in the front said, "Yes, we will. Even in the lower levels, New Amerik takes care of it's own. There's us....and then there's a serial killer doing watchman duty for us, making sure any UnAmerikans are...taken care of."

A Guard at the back, a Russian female from the sound of her voice, noted, "Only thing you have to worry about down here are the things off the lighted areas. The Former City hides many secrets....not all of which are desirable to discover."

They led them along the nearest lighted trail, dim and broken lamp posts from the days of the Former City still working somewhat, keeping the group out of the darkness as they trod upon dusty, brown ground, towards the side of one of the monolithic building complex bases that stepped like the footfalls of giants upon the landscape.

[Chaos Crescent]

The men and women scowled at Brant. "Imposssible! The Living God would see His faithful worshippers off safe and sound!" the leader retorted, "And if you're going on about that magic aura stuff or whatever, we don't want it. Take it to the Mechromancers."

One of the women said, "You chose clarity, meaning you want things to be explained to you, instead of advancement, which is what moves you forward. If you like......" she rummaged around before pulling out a vial, "We have more blue pills."

Meanwhile, Mikan, Iris, and Crillk were currently hovering nine miles in the air, overlooking all of Sadevko with nary to hold them up, except for the African-Amerikan man who still had his eyes closed. He spoke, slowly, "Welcome....welcome....to the Spire of Scientology. Here is the area where the psychics of New Amerik congregate, and the people come to worship."

"Touchy are we. I probably will. Nah no blue pill I'll not miss anything anyway." Brant said

"That spire is glowing no not this one but it's opposite I think its the one with Mechromancers." Iris saying the first half mostly to Mikan and the rest to the others.

"Tempting is it not?" Mikan asked
"Yes but it'll probably be very dangerous to try." Iris said "So why sir are we up here?"

"High up break hold about five minutes or less to hit ground, yeah let's not push him to much." Mikan said "So your the head honcho, and we were separated cause they wanted explains and we wanted what?"

[New Amerik]

The men and women scowled at Brant. "Imposssible! The Living God would see His faithful worshippers off safe and sound!" the leader retorted, "And if you're going on about that magic aura stuff or whatever, we don't want it. Take it to the Mechromancers."

One of the women said, "You chose clarity, meaning you want things to be explained to you, instead of advancement, which is what moves you forward. If you like......" she rummaged around before pulling out a vial, "We have more blue pills."

Meanwhile, Mikan, Iris, and Crillk were currently hovering nine miles in the air, overlooking all of Sadevko with nary to hold them up, except for the African-Amerikan man who still had his eyes closed. He spoke, slowly, "Welcome....welcome....to the Spire of Scientology. Here is the area where the psychics of New Amerik congregate, and the people come to worship."

"Touchy are we. I probably will. Nah no blue pill I'll not miss anything anyway." Brant said

"That spire is glowing no not this one but it's opposite I think its the one with Mechromancers." Iris saying the first half mostly to Mikan and the rest to the others.

"Tempting is it not?" Mikan asked
"Yes but it'll probably be very dangerous to try." Iris said "So why sir are we up here?"

"High up break hold about five minutes or less to hit ground, yeah let's not push him to much." Mikan said "So your the head honcho, and we were separated cause they wanted explains and we wanted what?"

Xavior tilted his head slightly, "Those still on the ground wanted answers to their questions. You are up here because you wanted to move forward. It is a bold move.....one that I would admire."

He waved a hand, sweeping it around as hooded figures circled below them, hands held high in some form of worship. Female, male, young, old.....all were outstretched. Mikan and Iris could detect Bill among them, also in worship. The psychic energy swirled around them, buoyed even higher by Xavior's disk of energy. He said, "The Choir. Do you see how they act as a beacon? A veritable lighthouse, that guides people...and confuses our enemies."