[Draft] Lying Cheating and Stealing

[Strykla]

Thats the bill, fellows. I hope I remembered to leave the branding out this time!

Well let's see if you did.

This resolution;
Notices that some of the weaker nations have a very difficult time keeping up with the stronger nations.
Notices, also, that some of the stronger nations already lie, cheat, and steal in order to stay ahead, including, but not limitted to, Sweden III.
Notices that some of these nations have already publicized their lying, cheating, and stealing, once again Sweden III (In the form of state-sponsered smuggling and the ignoring of WA legislations), with no backlash from the WA.
Suggests legalizing lying, cheating, and stealing for all nations for the sake of maintaining a consistant attitude towards lying, cheating, and stealing.
Suggests that Sweden III is put in charge of overseeing the use of lying, cheating, and stealing so as to make sure no one is lying, cheating, or stealing too much.
-An Action Team called Friends can Act Illegally Ring, or FAIR, will make sure that Sweden III enjoys a healthy profit from this resolution, and will also make sure that all other nations act fairly should it pass.
-This action team will have unlimitted authority except in dealing with Sweden III

You failed miserably.

^this.

[Strykla]

Dr. Lewis calls 9-1-1. No answer. How strange. He tells Max to drink lots of fluids and hands him an Imodium. Of course, be wary of any fluid from the WA bar.

Max leaves the chamber walking a bit more gingerly than he normal. Nigel frowns looks to Ginger and says, "Initiate Plan B."

"Plan B?" Ginger asks

"No, come up with Plan B" Nigel says

"Did we even have a Plan A"? Ginger asks.

"Fine, come up with Plan A, Scrap it, and then come up with Plan B and then initiate it."

Dr. Lewis laughs, then walks into the basement. He walks toward the weapon neutralizer controls, but trips. He then slams into the circuit breaker. The power in WA HQ shuts down. With a massive headache, and unable to see a thing, he whips out his phone, and using it as a light attempts to find his way back to the elevator. He then realizes that the power is out and it won't work.

He calls his assistant Max for help.

Start a new thread for this. I won't call it RP'ing, but you're still on the wrong forum.

[Quadrimmina]

Dr. Lewis calls 9-1-1. No answer. How strange. He tells Max to drink lots of fluids and hands him an Imodium. Of course, be wary of any fluid from the WA bar.

Max leaves the chamber walking a bit more gingerly than he normal. Nigel frowns looks to Ginger and says, "Initiate Plan B."

"Plan B?" Ginger asks

"No, come up with Plan B" Nigel says

"Did we even have a Plan A"? Ginger asks.

"Fine, come up with Plan A, Scrap it, and then come up with Plan B and then initiate it."

Dr. Lewis laughs, then walks into the basement. He walks toward the weapon neutralizer controls, but trips. He then slams into the circuit breaker. The power in WA HQ shuts down. With a massive headache, and unable to see a thing, he whips out his phone, and using it as a light attempts to find his way back to the elevator. He then realizes that the power is out and it won't work.

He calls his assistant Max for help.

Start a new thread for this. I won't call it RP'ing, but you're still on the wrong forum.

But the Strangers Bar is on the right forum!

[Tridinia]

Could'nt agree with you more!! I am a new nation too!

[Auremena]

I don't see how this is a proposal. It fails.

[Quadrimmina]

I don't see how this is a proposal. It fails.

It isn't. It's trolling at its finest. The nation in question was removed from the World Assembly for their repeated trolling.

[Embolalia]

I don't see how this is a proposal. It fails.

It isn't. It's trolling at its finest. The nation in question was removed from the World Assembly for their repeated trolling.

Therefore:

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[Manticore Reborn]

I don't see how this is a proposal. It fails.

It isn't. It's trolling at its finest. The nation in question was removed from the World Assembly for their repeated trolling.

Therefore:

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But we were having fun.

[Intellect and the Arts]

Then go to the Strangers' Bar! It needs attention anyway.

[Linux and the X]

Obviously someone did not receive the memo that The Republic of Quadrimmina planned on putting a full-service bar in our office, with a chocolate/snack bar in the next room.

Nigel enters the chamber, dressed in full battle gear. Though having spent the years in this body he has, his old Ground Forces Combat Gear didn't quite fit as well as it did before. With his bull whip tucked under his arm, tight enough that you had to look very closely to see the leather print on it, he walks passed the USP delegation podium to the main podium normally reserved for dignitaries. As he passes, Max snapped to attention in his Boy Scout Uniform, which was the best he could do with such short notice, it fit worse than Nigel's.

Nigel cleared his throat.... "July 20th, a date that will live in infamy, as the second time we were beaten to an office, the first, was a draw, but since the office was exploded in the process it really doesn't count. No. The actions of the Quadrimminan delegation yesterday were sneaky and underhanded, and they think they can gloss over this atrocity by installing a chocolate bar! I say NO to your chocolate treats ambassador! They are the treats of an oppressor and a thief!"

Nigel looked grim "We have no choice in the light of your actions to declare, and open all out office war on the Quadrimminan Delegation! We say to you, ambassador, good luck typing with U S and P keys all removed from your keyboards... that is just the beginning.... remember.... our reach is long... you can't escape. "

Nigel left the podium and started to stroll out of the chamber, all the while Max humming a song that sounded very close to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

We shall support whichever side will have the best chocolate.

[Quadrimmina]

Obviously someone did not receive the memo that The Republic of Quadrimmina planned on putting a full-service bar in our office, with a chocolate/snack bar in the next room.

Nigel enters the chamber, dressed in full battle gear. Though having spent the years in this body he has, his old Ground Forces Combat Gear didn't quite fit as well as it did before. With his bull whip tucked under his arm, tight enough that you had to look very closely to see the leather print on it, he walks passed the USP delegation podium to the main podium normally reserved for dignitaries. As he passes, Max snapped to attention in his Boy Scout Uniform, which was the best he could do with such short notice, it fit worse than Nigel's.

Nigel cleared his throat.... "July 20th, a date that will live in infamy, as the second time we were beaten to an office, the first, was a draw, but since the office was exploded in the process it really doesn't count. No. The actions of the Quadrimminan delegation yesterday were sneaky and underhanded, and they think they can gloss over this atrocity by installing a chocolate bar! I say NO to your chocolate treats ambassador! They are the treats of an oppressor and a thief!"

Nigel looked grim "We have no choice in the light of your actions to declare, and open all out office war on the Quadrimminan Delegation! We say to you, ambassador, good luck typing with U S and P keys all removed from your keyboards... that is just the beginning.... remember.... our reach is long... you can't escape. "

Nigel left the podium and started to stroll out of the chamber, all the while Max humming a song that sounded very close to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic."

We shall support whichever side will have the best chocolate.

Well, we may not have the BEST chocolate, but we are making better use of the Sweden III office, (which we helped vacate, by the way!) than the delegation from the USP, which probably would have created "office space"...

[Philimbesi]

than the delegation from the USP, which probably would have created "office space"...

Nigel enters, and Max immediately starts humming "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", Ginger elbows him.

"Actually we had planned for a private lounge for the Thessadorian Ambassador surrounded by one way mirrors, but NOOO you had to put in a Chocolate Bar!

Further, what is wrong with the age old institution of the Stranger's Bar, many a deal has been made over drinks and food in it's fine walls, since before the time of the WA, it was good enough for all of us Ambassador, but not you, thumb your nose in the face of our traditions, you turn your back on the rest of the world and you place yourself on a Chocolate Island."

Nigel pauses, then kicks Max who begins to hum the song again.

"Why, because of your obvious hate for diplomacy, and the ideals of what this body stands for, why do you hate us Ambassador? What have you against Humans, and Bears, and and, Senator Sulla? Why are you so racist? Why?"

[Quadrimmina]

than the delegation from the USP, which probably would have created "office space"...

Nigel enters, and Max immediately starts humming "The Battle Hymn of the Republic", Ginger elbows him.

"Actually we had planned for a private lounge for the Thessadorian Ambassador surrounded by one way mirrors, but NOOO you had to put in a Chocolate Bar."

Dr. Lewis writes Nigel a letter, then seals it, puts the WA stamp on it, and then has his assistant hand deliver it. The assistant shot him a confused look, and then delivered the letter to the USP delegation

To the Delegation of the USP,

What do you have against chocolate? I really think you should try some. Otherwise, you guys will be about as miserable as you are now. Like, seriously, fighting over an office while we are trying to fight for the greater good, the assurance that noble delegations like yours have the right to access chocolate while working to improve the world? Come on!

You really need to come and try some chocolate.

Signed,
Dr. Arlo B. Lewis, Ph.D.
Republic of Quadrimmina | WA Ambassador

[Novus Niciae]

The representative for Sweden III should be advised that we are growing tired of his antics and that if he persists we will ignore any future comments he makes.

[Quadrimmina]

The representative for Sweden III should be advised that we are growing tired of his antics and that if he persists we will ignore any future comments he makes.

The honorable delegate should note that Sweden III's antics have landed him a dishonorable discharge per the Secretariat's orders. We have taken the delegation's office and created a chocolate bar. Here's a key to it. *hands key*

It's now of much more use than it was before...