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[The Imagination Animals]

Current Crossoverian Updates

Supreme Leader Marie BonAztire has just left Cartoonia after the conclusion of the wedding ceremony of their new chancellor, Nigel Uno. However, when she returned to Crossoveria, namely the capital Assateauge, she found a very shocking discovery. Eight former ACE members (Arlo Schuyler, Toulouse Berlioz, BoJack Murray, Doris Ortolaniey, Josef Kading, Anais Seaburry, Linny Janti, and Artmin Mohammadi) were turning several children into animals. In addition to that, they were harassing Anthophomorphics, a Crossoveria-native group consisting of Anthropomorphic animals, and they were also telling everyone to get down on the floor.

Why did this happen? While BonAztire was in charge, she left the her daughter Omergyna in charge. Omergyna has more variant views on the citizens of Crossoveria than her mother, and increased child and anthophomorphic rights, eventually allowing ACE soldiers to get back in power. On July 6, Omergyna signed a law granting free speech among anthrophomorphics, which would’ve angered her mother. It instead angered former ACE members who had just been fined 75% all their money, so they used the substitute Supreme Leaser as an escape goat.

The ACE got back in power on July 31, 2020, and 4 weeks later, they were raiding cities in Crossoveria up and down the country. After BonAztire got back from Cartoonia, she had realized that she had missed the whole summer, meaning that she had lost some power. Eventually, the ACE captured the nation’s capital, as mentioned, and are secretly planning to destroy everything around them. Their goal: turn all the children around the world under 13 into animals by the end of 2020.

And what about the ACE manager? Zeeter Saldivar was claimed to be dead from a wound three months ago, but now she’s back. The person who had died that day was actually a self clone Saldivar made so people would think she’s actually dead. The REAL Zeeter Saldivar was actually spending the summer in Cape Town, South Africa. Leaving as the 9th month of 2020 was born, Saldivar reclaimed power and control over all of Crossoveria.

Yesterday as of this writing, she captured BonAztire’s daughter Omergyna and is now head of the Crossoverian government. Today as of this writing, she deposed the ENTIRE BonAztire family, sending them to exile in Kiribati. This is truly the start of a long, dark period for the Crossoverian citizens, but hey, not everything lasts forever. A Crossoverian realist named Ankhar Kaufman predicted that Saldivar’s reign of terror were likely end in 2079, as normal Crossoverians live to be 100 years of age.
This only means that Saldivar’s reign of terror will likely last for 59 years. Crossoveria should have no way of fighting off Saldivar, as the ACE’s high military stays gets in their way.

But there still can be a way. Please help the Crossoverian people depose Zeeter Saldivar and her minions, and have the leaders of Cartoonia take notice, because if nothing is done about Saldivar by the start of October, the ACE will launch an animal-transforming spree among children around the world, especially Cartoonia. And Zeeter Saldivar will start to heavily abuse democracy and human rights will be completely non-existent. If anyone is willing to help stop this, please reply to the forum, and we’ll se what we’ll do about it.

[The Imagination Animals]

In the Imagination Animalsian capital of a Assateauge, the dictator Zeeter Saldivar is scheduled to deliver a speech on how the ACE’s views are going to become law. They include Child to Animal Transformation Laws, Laws about how Anthopomorphics should live their lives, Deporting anyone who speaks out against them, and laws forbidding basic human rights. The ACE will also be scheduled to make a comeback in Cartoonia in Halloween night. Their goal is to turn over 30 million children into animals. They are also going to have to turn at least 1,000 kids in the Cartoonian capital of Gallagher into animals. Nigel Uno, of course, will be turned into a seal by the ACE, but this time, the ACE will not turn him back, by order of Saldivar. She is also planning to ban anything that conflicts with the morals of the ACE, including optimistic music. She has also banned Marie BonAztire from ever coming back to Crossoveria ever again.

[The Imagination Animals]

After the speech, diplomatic aid and trust from Cartoonia was revoked by the Cartoonian government due to the ACE being back in power. Even though Marie BonAztire no longer deals with the ACE, aid from Cartoonia was also revoked for unknown circumstances. In fact, threats of war against Cartoonia seem inevitable at this point. Saldivar is ready. Her 3,567,088 ACE members are ready to turn over 30 million children into animals in all areas of Cartoonia. This time, they will be taking planes. With Marie BonAztire noticing those, she calls Jimmy Kudo, the Cartoonian supreme leader, and tells him that she will be on his side and her military, consisting on 4.5 million soldiers, is ready to take down the ACE. As for alliances, Iran and The Zurf Cult (another enemy you Cartoonia) will be helping the ACE turn the children into animals. Cartoon officials claim the ACE thrives on the death of Cartoonia, but the ACE isn’t thriving on that. They’re thriving on not just animal transformation and slavery of children, but also to silence dissidents and anyone in Crossoveria and Cartoonia who’s lifestyle goes against the ACE’s morals and customs. The ACE will also be questioning the anthropomorphic population, and will arrest as many anthropomorphics as they could in all areas of the world. They start Halloween night.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

Tonight's radio broadcasts would have to wait. The televisions will have to fall silent. Some things were more important than mind-numbing entertainment.

The telecommunictions equipment all turned to static. An annoying beep lasted for a few seconds before the official Coat of Arms of TurtleShroom was broadcast. Over it were the simple words "ROYAL DECLARATION" and "GOD SAVE THE TSARS.

......

KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT

"We interrupt this broadcast for an important announcement
from the Crown of the Great Bountiful Empire of TurtleShroom."

"Representing the unanimous consent of the Crown, Her Most Sober
Majesty, Tsarina Tammy Timmynevya Olvia, Imperatrix, Head Human
of All TurtleShroom. May she and her fellow Tsars reign ten thousand years."

"First Throne Speech of the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Twenty.
Concerning the Eminent and Existensial Threat to several defenseless
nations within Nationstates, all of which possess Cordial Relations with
TurtleShroom or are otherwise Highly Civilized and Innocent,
as posed by a Terror Front centered around the Mutilation, Sexual,
Psychological and Physical Torture of Children, and the Involuntary
Transformation of the Same Into Animals for the same."

A loud buzzer came on the television as the Coat of Arms of TurtleShroom faded to black.

The rickety 1960's quality, color television cameras revealed the throne room of the fifth floor of the Chancellery Palace.

TurtleShroom's leader officially lives in the Chancellary Palace. Known as the "Pauper's Palace" by foreigners because of it lack of extravagance, its concept was dreamed from the Imperial Russian Winter Palace, but without the frills. Meant to represent the country, but also to show modesty, this grand building has stood for about two hundred years.

The building is comprised of simple rectangular prisms, many stories tall. It is symmetrical and bisecected by two twenty foot marble doors. Its lobby is marble, but every other part of the building consists narrow corridors with wooden walls and ceilings. The winding halls of the building are akin to that of the Pentagon, and, consequently, its rooms are not that big. The Palace has two hundred bathrooms!

The highest floor is where the [Tsars] would reside. That entire floor is dedicated solely for use by the head of state. All of the other floors are for governmental use, as well as for holding guests and meetings. There are dozens of bedrooms and other entertainment rooms dispersed throughout the Palace.

The grand foyer had a vaulted, cathedral ceiling and a (newly electrified), centuries-old crystal chandelier donated by the Tsar of Russia. The floors were marble and the walls were white with pretty, pale yellow flowers. A receptionist desk, made of tropical wood with matching marble countertop, was clean aside from neat stacks of paperwork. Facing from the entrance, there were evenly spaced, dark, tropical wooded doors, each ten feet tall to account for the height of the TS humans, on all three sides of the rectangular room, which was longer than it was wide.

If the bees were unnerved by this open floor plan, they were pleased when they were lead through one of the doors. The Palace interior was all hallways and rooms. Each hall had fifteen foot ceilings but narrow, six foot walls, not quite wide enough for two fully grown humans to walk side by side. Many foreigners found this claustrophobic, but the TurtleShroomers loved it and, hopefully, so did the bees. The hallways were lined with white walls and harvest gold carpeting. At the bottom of the white walls were bright red crown mouldings, separating it from the carpet.
From time to time, the halls opened wider into little nooks, each about a yard deep and four feet wide, where Russian chairs and end tables with various decoratives, vases, pictures, patriotic memoirbillia, and such. The chairs were always dark brown with bright red apholstry.

The throne room of TurtleShroom was on the fifth floor, on the left side of the symmetrical building. It had a vaulted ceiling, twelve feet high, with three crystal chandeliers. To the left and right of each crystal chandelier was a large ceiling fan, which was set to blow on low. The throne room was a long hall with hardwood floors, all made of the finest tropical wood. In the center, a wide, red carpet led up to the raised platform where the three thrones of TurtleShroom sat. At equidistant distances, from the tall doors to the throne, were large white pillars. Gas-powered lanterns stuck out of the pillars and faced the red carpet. They were not in use because it was a bright, sunny day. A fireplace, one of the countless in the Palace from before the invention of central heating, sat unused on the right wall.

On the walls, little shelves with statues of the Stations of the Cross, ending with Jesus standing outside of the tomb, decorated the sides. Between each statue was two flagpoles. Every second flagpole, alternating, bore the Flag of TurtleShroom and the flag of the Tsars. The rest of the flags were the flag of each Parish. To the left and the right of the three thrones were two giant Flags of TurtleShroom, suspended vertically. On the wall above the thrones was a giant Chi-Roh symbol. A clockwise circle of ichthyses (Jesus fishes) formed a ring around the symbol. Above this was a stunning stained glass window, shaped as a giant circle, baring the original Emblem of TurtleShroom in yellow and royal blue.

Unlike the chandelier in the lobby, the chandeliers in the throne room were still not electrified, but rather, were powered by candles. Large chains allowed for the chandeliers to be lowered for replacing the candles. They too were not burning, as it was a bright, sunny day.

At the start of the broadcast, no one was present. The silence was interrupted by trumpets from behind the cameras. They played three Ruffled Flourishes and initiated the Royal Anthem of TurtleShroom.

Then, from a side door in the back of the room and to the right of the thrones, the quiet, creaking sound of a vintage wheelchair was heard. An Asian man, with spiky, gelled hair and sunglasses, wearing a bright orange cloak with the hood down, was pushing the chair. Handcuffed to his wrist was a metal briefcase. He rolled the chair in front of the center throne and made it face the camera. He then turned around and walked to the right of the three thrones, standing straight ahead without moving.

In the wheelchair was Tsarina Tammy Olvia. Her thin, whispy white hair stopped above her shoulders. She had "the doddles" (that is, the TurtleShroomian slang term for the Essential Tremor), and her head shook lightly, even when she was at rest. Atop her head was the Crown of TurtleShroom, in all its glory. The cross on the top of the crown reflected a gleam onto the cameras for a moment.

In 2020 AD, Tsarina Tammy Olvia was one hundred eleven years old, and it showed. Once an average height of six foot six, she was now down to five foot five. Her pale, white skin, veiny and covered in spots, was unobscured by the dress shirt she was wearing. Her narrow, ovular face had the large, heavy, cokebottle spectacles endemic of most TurtleShroomers over her eyes. Her cheekbones and small, slightly upturned nose were powered and wearing light blush. Her cheeks sagged downwards (think John McCain). Despite her clear, wrinkly age, her posture remained perfect and her gaze was sharp and alert.

Unique among the Tsars, she wore the ceremonial dress of the TurtleShroomian Army, with all the medals from her service covering her right chest. (TurtleShroomian military decorations are the actual medals themselves, as opposed to the ribbons.) Her feet were covered by knee-length, black socks that stopped below her skirt, showing only her kneecaps.

Draped across her, from shoulder to hip, was the green, white, brown, and purple sash that indicated her office. Hanging over the back of the wheelchair and tied to her neck, was the great mantle of the Tsars, boasting brown with dark green trim. The white front of the cape, facing the camera, had alternating Latin and Orthodox crosses in place of ordinary Ermine Spots. Over her neck was the heavy chain of the office of the Tsar, made of pyrite, with jade and sapphires. The scepter and other Crown Jewels, as well as the sftaff representing her military rank, were not present.

She spoke loudly and with confidence. Due to her age- she was born in 1909 AD -she was born before the finalization of Southern culture's total injection into TurtleShroom. Having grown up in a remote part of the swamplands, the Dixie educational and cultural infrastructure would not reach her hometown in time to convert her accent.

Though she used some Dixie phrases, her voice still bore a distinctly Russian accent.

"My TurtleShroomian constituents. Foreigners viewing this broadcast. Men of the Cartune Isles. Your servant bids you greetings and salutations on this sixth Tuesday of October, in the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Twenty."

"Wherever the innocent lie, we must protect. This afternoon, our Great Bountiful Empire has been made aware of a horrific affront to the innocence, bodily integrity, and mental state of the children of an archipelago of islands."

"One may ask why your servant cares, and why you should care, about a far-flung state. The matter is simple. There exists on one of these chains- the Crossoverian Isles -a terrorist network bent on the end of the reproduction of the human species. These 'adults', if you can call them that, seek to be the last generation of adults living."

"They do not seek this by forced sterilization or ordinary eugenics. Rather, they desire this outcome by removing human children from the gene pool by kidnapping, and then forcibly transforming them into sentient animals. These newly minted animals, still baring the minds and consciousness of the children they once were are then subjected to physical and psychological torture during the process of their enslavement. Reports of sexual violence, both bestial and pedoresty, before and after their transformations, are not confirmed by the terrorists, but are frequently claimed by the Cartune Isles."

"This organization, calling itself Ace and better known as the Imagination Animals, conquered and drove out the legitimate government of the Crossoverian Isles, sent their royals into exile, and proceeded to capture, torment, and transform any human child they could attain. Cartune intelligence suggests that thirty thousand children have already been transormed. The rest of the population, tens of millions of souls, fled to the Cartune Isles as refugees. Their infrastructure and suopplies are overly strained, and only the aid of nations is keeping them afloat as their streets and lands are coated in tents of anguish. Millions of Imagination Animal terrorists are the inhabitants of Crossoveria at this time."

"Now, in their arrogance, the Imagination Animals have declared their intent to exact revenge on the Cartune Isles, whose army killed tens of thousands of their members, by staging a pitched battle come Halloween. Their goal is to transform and torture the thirty million human children in the country. Then, not satisfied with destroying the future of the human race, they will then conduct a mix of oppression, violent experimentation, and genocide on the non-humans of the Isles before rendering them too as slave labor."

"Your servant need not say more. We, with our great army and the tools to defend the innocent, cannot look away and watch the millions of human children of the Cartune Isles face torture, transformation, and even rape at the hands of this abominable group."

"The human race must remain pure, untainted by chimerism and allowed to produce more of itself. God commanded men to 'be fruitful and multiply', and this organization seeks to end this command by making the production of new humans impossible. They furthermore dream of taking this abominable task across all of Nationstates."

"It is the duty of all civilized societies to end this. We need not start an offensive war. Your servants, your Sovereign Emperors, will be travelling to the Empire of Cartoonia, the nation of the Cartune Isles, to negotiate a treaty extending military aid and assistance, a Guarantee of Independence pact, and other provisions to deter and hopefully prevent this war before it starts. Your servants call on the Congress to ratify the treaty that arises from this summit, allowing us to legally come to the defense of the tens of millions of children against an overwhelming force of pedophile slavers."

She paused for breath and then glared into the camera, raising a bony hand and pointing directly towards it.

"To the abominations of Imagination Animals, I bring no news but terror. If you engage in belligerant actions against the Cartune Isles, TurtleShroom- God willing -will retaliate with the full force of its military might. As the enemy threat is millions strong and the terrorist territory is lost collateral, nothing is off the table. God willing, and Congress compliant, we will end this war before it starts and, if not, kill the Imagination Animals to the last man. This baptism by fire will end with only one outcome."

"Imagination Animals, lay down your arms and surrender to the Cartune Empire at once. Vacate the Crossoverian Isles and repatriate the refugee populations. If you do not, and you do go to war, you will face the wrath of civilized societis in a reign of terror never once imagined by your simplistic, primitive minds."

"To the Cartune Isles, your plea has been answered. The Great Bountiful Empire of the United Turtles, Mushrooms, and Men of TurtleShroom has been anointed by God to usher in the deliverance of your children and peoples from the catastrophes that would befall them under the yoke of the Imagination Animals and their Ace terror network."

"To the peoples of TurtleShroom... I know you'll do what's right."

The Tsarina ended her speech and was wheeled out the same way she came. The broadcast faded to black.

We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.
God bless TurtleShroom and God bless you.
Thank you.

[The Imagination Animals]

With Zeeter Saldivar noticing the message, she becomes angry at TURTLESHROOMII.

Here’s her message:

“TURTLESHROOMII, I declare war! If you really want to fight me and my unstoppable three million ACE members, the disciplined members of my group, then I have three words: BRING IT ON! We’ve got thousands of nukes and our WMDs are the most powerful of them all. Because, seriously, you have absolutely who idea who the heck your messing with! Our military is no laughing matter. But if this is what you want, then The Zurf adult, another terror enemy to Cartoonia, and Iran, a country that hates Cartoonia, are going to help me go through this. Zurf Cult members and the Iranian military are going to help attack you and your children citizens. Hopefully, 88% of all your children will be turned into animals. And I hope you got anthropomorphics too. You know what we do with them? Take them hostage and humiliate them. Cartoonia, obviously, is going to have anthropomorphics, so that’s gonna be good. And if you have people who despise our regime, let me give them advise when we arrive to your country: run for it. We usually like to break into houses, especially those that children live in. One thing though that we would like to correct was that Marie BonAztire was the supreme leader, not the queen. Big difference. Anyways, thanks for the message. And are we coming after Cartoonia too? YEAH!! We’re already prepared. Also, we heard that you want to nuke our headquarters! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!! We’re coming for you October 31st. Save the date!”

[The Imagination Animals]

It’s three weeks until the ACE will start their transformation and silencing spree, and dictator Zeeter Saldivar is going to be really excited about the events leading up. But there are a few things she would need to cover a few scandals. One of the scandals involves an activist and former victim of the ACE, 20-year old Linny Dassin. She was born in Dehpordle, in the Crossoverian state of Rouziah, on December 8, 1999. After her family was being watched by the ACE in 2002, the family moved to Arcadia, in a former country called Playtiya. Three years later, the country became a Crossoveria state and renamed St. Arteen and Armin’s Land, in honor of two Crossoverian saints. Around that time, Linny met Lihua Ming and Ahmad Schuyler, two other kids her age.

The three friends were in kindergarten, the most dangerous grade to be under the ACE, as the rate of kindergarten victims are twice as more as the anthropomorphics the ACE would later arrest and imprison. In February 4, 2006, Linny, Lihua, and Ahmad were eventually arrested by the Crossoverian government, but for a serious crime they didn’t even commit but were involved in. In Arcadia, Supreme Leader at the time Marie BonAztire was hurt and nearly died when crossing the sidewalk. The person who was actually responsible for this action was eventually captured in 2017, but back then, it was believed that Linny and her friends were responsible. If you didn’t know, in Crossoveria, kindergarteners can get charged with anything.

Despite a lack of evidence, the three were found guilty, and were sentenced to 7 years of animal transformation, meaning they had to be animals for 7 years. For proposes we still don’t know why, the government doesn’t want you to know what animals target became, but they can tell you that they were kept in a pet store in Arcadia. After their sentence was over, they were teenagers. Linny was the first one to be turned back to normal, in January 2013, and the same with the two others in May and August that year. Afterrwards, all three moved to Gary, Indiana, where they spoke on Crossoverian awareness. Ahmad became a rapper, meanwhile.

So here’s the scandal Saldivar has been trying to cover up since 2019: so the three friends were sitting at the park. Ahmad just finished a concert, and the three wanted to have a peaceful night just laying in the grass. At 8:27 p.m., members of the ACE came up to the three friends, threatening to turn them into guinea pigs. Linny responded but telling them that she and her friends are way too old to be animals, and they have already underwent the horrors under their hands. This triggered the ACE members, who chased after them soon after. Within minutes, 3,000 people were watching, with several people recording it and posting it on Instagram and Facebook and YouTube.

After the incident, the ACE found out about the incident being recorded, they told Marie BonAztire about it, and the supreme leader banned all social media platforms immediately to try to cover it up. Zeeter Saldivar, the manager, was pretty embarrassed about the situation.

If you’re not really sure, go visit the Question and Answer about the Imagination Animals customs
viewtopic.php?f=4&t=486696

Anyways, for those of you who want to end Zeeter regime, you can use this as an advantage that she’s hurting herself.

[Cartoonia]

Cartoon House, Gallagher, Cartoonia. Wednesday, October 7, 2020.

“Members of Cartoon House” Jimmy says as he addresses the legislature of Cartoonia. “We must now act upon the deal breakers and the carnivorous plunderers of the world before it is too late”. The representatives agree to this notion. In the past months, tension was growing between Cartoonia and The Imagination Animals. War looms not only because child rights violations are ever present in The Imagination Animals, but their attempts at invasion of Cartoonia, both months ago under the ACE and a current crisis that would appear to take place on October 31.

“We must stand tall in the face of aggression yet again. The dastardly state of The Imagination Animals are planning yet again to terrorize the nation’s children just as they have done to their nation. We abide by a code of trust and honor and these terrorists have time and time again destroyed every single chance for peace. Are we supposed to give in to these aggressors overseas, who wish to see Cartoonia’s children suffer under their tyranny? I say if they want war, it is war that they will get!”. The representatives applaud at Supreme Leader Jimmy Kudo’s remarks. They have time and time again had treaties between The Imagination Animals broken and have been lied to over and over again.

“They said the terrorist ringleader was dead. They said their reign of terror was over. But after our dear chancellor Nigel Uno was elected into office, their lies became transparent and the truth unveiled itself that she was alive all along and has staged a coup of the government. We been at war once, we can go to war again. But this time we shall not face this conflict alone. Today, I will meet with one of the leaders of the Great Bountiful Empire of Turtleshroom to discuss an alliance against the Imagination Animals. We hope to try and de-escalate as much of the possibility of war as possible. But we must face the inevitability of war as much as we can. The armed forces of Cartoonia will meet to create a joint task force to defend our home and attack on their mainland. We will of course prepare nuclear devices as much as we can. We will not be afraid to drop them.

The ACE claims they have the support of North Korea, Iran, and the Zeref Cult on their side. But the DPRK and Iran don’t even have that kind of nuclear capability. And besides, they can’t even spell the name right. The tyrants are out to kill Cartoonians. They have mistaken our love of peace for weakness. Let me assure you that they shall regret ever messing with us!”. With Jimmy’s speech concluded. The representatives cheer on. Cartoonia faces the threat of war once more, and they know that there is a lot of work ahead of them.

[The Imagination Animals]

The message gets sent to Zeeter Saldivar

[The Imagination Animals]

Having noticed the message by Cartoonia, Zeeter Saldivar publishes his response:

“Yeah, I know North Korea nor Iran have nuclear capabilities, I only put them on my side because they got strong militaries that help make their countries impossible to invade. And I’m not going to war to kill your people. I’m at war because I want every single living child 12 and under into animals. And I’m glad you noticed that I covered up my own death. The day shall come as the 10th month dies, and with two strong militaries and alliances with the Zeref Cult, this time we will definitely win the war. And by the way, you don’t know who you’re messing with. Me and my minions successfully took down the Avengers, and we turned the Powerpuff Girls into squirrels. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m expected to meet with the leaders of Iran, North Korea, and the Zeref Cult in my office.”

OOC: I already know they don’t have nuclear capabilities

[TURTLESHROOM II]

OCTOBER 8TH, 2020 AD, EARLY MORNING
JONESBOROUGH, JONESBOROUGH DISTRICT OF THE CAPITAL, TURTLESHROOM

After the furor of receiving a declaration of war subsided, laughter was heard on the top floor of the Chancellery Palace. The rising sun cast beautiful rays into the room the Tsars were sitting at.

"They're sayin' they took on superheroes, they said?"

Tsar Grigory Wip laughed out loud as the other two royals smiled.

"We all know they're bluffing." Tsarina Olvia spoke up, her Russian accent differentiated by Tsar Wip's thick drawl and Tsar Maven Outtacountry's warm, milder accent.

"No state, not even a state like North Korea, would advocate for the destruction of the human race and the future of their country. It sounds like they are scared."

Tsar Outtacountry outstretched his neck. He had previously been laying his neck and head flat on a coffee table.

"No doubt they are running low on food!"

"Cartoonian intelligence confirms they have three million pedos running amok over there. With every country in its vicinity placing them under embargo, the Anti-Child Exposure network is living on tack and pintoes."

The other two Tsars concurred with their tortoise compatriot.

"This won't be a cakewalk, but we cannot afford to wage an offensive war. Congress is finishing the formalities and we should have our declaration of war by the time the session begins at nine."

"Tsar Olvia, you should go meet the Emperor of the Cartune Isles. You are the only one of us with a professional military background, and the jackboots of an old Fascist Servant might provide some sense of strength with this alliance."

Tsar Olvia nodded, her head shaking lightly.

"I'll see to it."

Tsar Wip smiled at the human Tsar.

"A hundred 'leven years old, and still a sprang chicken!"

The heads of state of TurtleShroom all smiled.

[The Imagination Animals]

OCTOBER 8TH, 2020 AD, EARLY MORNING
JONESBOROUGH, JONESBOROUGH DISTRICT OF THE CAPITAL, TURTLESHROOM

After the furor of receiving a declaration of war subsided, laughter was heard on the top floor of the Chancellery Palace. The rising sun cast beautiful rays into the room the Tsars were sitting at.

"They're sayin' they took on superheroes, they said?"

Tsar Grigory Wip laughed out loud as the other two royals smiled.

"We all know they're bluffing." Tsarina Olvia spoke up, her Russian accent differentiated by Tsar Wip's thick drawl and Tsar Maven Outtacountry's warm, milder accent.

"No state, not even a state like North Korea, would advocate for the destruction of the human race and the future of their country. It sounds like they are scared."

Tsar Outtacountry outstretched his neck. He had previously been laying his neck and head flat on a coffee table.

"No doubt they are running low on food!"

"Cartoonian intelligence confirms they have three million pedos running amok over there. With every country in its vicinity placing them under embargo, the Anti-Child Exposure network is living on tack and pintoes."

The other two Tsars concurred with their tortoise compatriot.

"This won't be a cakewalk, but we cannot afford to wage an offensive war. Congress is finishing the formalities and we should have our declaration of war by the time the session begins at nine."

"Tsar Olvia, you should go meet the Emperor of the Cartune Isles. You are the only one of us with a professional military background, and the jackboots of an old Fascist Servant might provide some sense of strength with this alliance."

Tsar Olvia nodded, her head shaking lightly.

"I'll see to it."

Tsar Wip smiled at the human Tsar.

"A hundred 'leven years old, and still a sprang chicken!"

The heads of state of TurtleShroom all smiled.

A spy in the ACE, Rozhanda Eisenhower, was there during the conversation with the tsar and the officials. Reporting back to The Imagination Animals, she reports to Zeeter Saldivar’s mansion.

“Come in!” Saldivar says when Rozhanda reports to her desk. “What news, Ms. Eisenhower?”

“Well, TURTLESHROOMII claims that you were weak and that they will win. I just witness a conversation between the TURTLESHROOM officials and the Tsar, making fun of the ACE.”

Saldivar is outraged. “Well, that’s the last straw! Tell our machine operator Fredrick Loeshhorn to operate the bombs. Well start the war early. I tried to keep things prepared for another 17 days, but it looks like they want to start a war. Get our soldiers ready! NOW!”

“Oh, ok!” Says Rozhanda as she leaves the house.

That afternoon at 5:38 p.m., a bomb was dropped on TURTLESHROOMII. The war begins.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

{ OOC: ACE does not have any surevillance apparatus in TurtleShroom, much less in the Pauper's Palace of the capital city!! WE JUST MET! This neccesitates the deliverance of the Ignore Cannon. Please ask my permission before doing things like this. }

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OCTOBER 8TH, 2020 AD, 5:38 PM TURTLESHROOMIAN STANDARD (DAYLIGHT) TIME
THE FAR-NORTHWESTERN BORDER OF THE IMPERIAL SOVEREIGN PARISH OF BAKSU, THE MARCH OF THE WALL, AND THE OLD HAIZITE TERRITORIES

The lone Imagination Animals aircraft was a long-range bomber, designed to reaqch the doubly-landlocked country. Taking off from an ACE-captured cargo ship converted into a makeshift aircraft carrier, its long journey would cross it west of Dire Dire Docks and around the Necrontyr exclaves of Gerry and Incorporation.

Bypassing these exisential threats, the aircraft proceeded to target the nearest military asset.

This would be the construction site of TurtleShroom's first Great Inland Shipyard, tasked with developing ships and water craft for the TurtleShroomian Navy. Outside of the civilian dry docks that were still being repaired in Dire Dire Docks (and thus not capable of being converted), this was the only facility in all of TurtleShroom that was in any way capable of producing naval ships. TurtleShroom's limited access to ships meant that its only real blue water "navy" were converted oil tankers bristling with guns. This would not fare well against a modern, professional Navy like that which was captured by the ACE. The Cartune Isles' navy would need to escourt these enormous cargo ships.


However, due to the long distance of the aircraft, only one bombing round would be able to be performed. The pedophile piloting the aircraft was not afraid of death, as any sacrifice was neccesary in order to end the reproduction of the human race.

Closing in on the factory, which was very close to the still-being-recolonized territories of Old Haiz, the pedo-pilot dropped the load.

Multiple standard-grade bombs were unleashed in the bombing bay of the huge bomber aircraft as it came under heavy anti-aircraft fire.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

One after the other, the bombs screamed to the ground and detonated. Of the seven, two hit their targets, damaging one-third of the factory's construction site. Killed by the blasts were seven civilian workers and three TurtleShroomian soldiers. Ninety casualties, mostly minor concussions and cuts, were recorded in the aftermath.

The anti-aircraft fire continued as the bomber plane, now empty, began to cricle around and exit the territory of the Empire. Many bullets pierced the wings, but the holes were sporadic enough to reduce the plane's lift. For now.

Then as good luck would have it, several successes caused the bomber plane to be struck my some of the weaponry. A Pie Shooter successfully lodged special "pies" into the jet engines of the left wing of the aircraft. Though they resembled cream pies and even had whipped cream on top, these "pies" were not edible. Rather, they were constructed with special chemicals to produce a "goo" designed to clog up any engine of any aircraft that was exposed or breached. This caused the engines on the left wing to fail. As the plane sagged, the AA artillery and bullets finally broke off the left wing entirely.

The long-range bomber plane, now spiralling into freefall, was a certain loss on the ACE's part.

The pilot was unfazed. He knew what he was going to do.

Taking the last of the plane's controls, with one wing left, the pedop-pilot spralled the plane back around and attempted to crash it into a useful target.

That target was the medical tents tending to the ninety wounded TurtleShroomers outside of the factory.

WHAM!!

There were no survivors.

[The Imagination Animals]

This was a major first victory of the ACE war. Hearing the news of the number of casualties, Zeeter Saldivar was extremely delighted. So, she made a speech, and addressed it to the crowd at 6:30 p.m. tonight.

“My fellow Crossoverians, our first victory for the war has conceived. I am proud to announce that multiple casualties have happened during this time, and quite frankly, there weren’t any survivors. Even though this is great news, since TURTLESHROOM has threatened to nuke us in the past, I am a little upset because what the ACE did didn’t go with the ACE’s supposed morals and customs. If they had turned over one million children into animals, than that would have been awesome. If they had anthropomorphics, we’d arrest a lot of them. And practically everyone hates the ACE. So, even though we had won at first, we will make sure this never happens again unless children are being turned into animals, anthropomorphics are being arrested and sent to our jails, and make sure every one goes on our morals and customs.”

Meanwhile, Marie BonAztire, hearing the news, was horrified. That night, she prayed to god for mercy for TURTLESHROOM and that the ACE will be defeated one day.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

One hundred TurtleShroomers lay dead and TurtleShroom's only shipyard- not even finished -had one-third of its infrastructure in ruins. The unbelievable wickedness of the ACE terror network was particularly egrigeous, in that they deliberately refused to crash into the legitimate military target, instead wanting as many TurtleShroomers dead as possible.

The meeting in Crossoveria had to be expedited. They would leave tomorrow.

Before that, though, there was a need for an update...

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MONDAY NOVEMBER 12TH, 2020 AD. 7:15 PM.

It was another horror to behold. The telecommunictions equipment all turned to static. For the second time, an annoying beep lasted for a few seconds before the official Coat of Arms of TurtleShroom was broadcast. Over it were the simple words "ROYAL DECLARATION" and "GOD SAVE THE TSARS.

......

KZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT

"We interrupt this broadcast for an important announcement
from the Crown of the Great Bountiful Empire of TurtleShroom."

"Representing the unanimous consent of the Crown, His Most Sober
Majesty, Tsar Maven Qingshanevich Outtacountry, Imperator, Head Turtle
of All TurtleShroom. May he and his fellow Tsars reign ten thousand years."

"Second Non-Ceremonial Throne Speech of the Year of Our Lord Two Thousand Twenty.
Concerning the Eminent and Existensial Threat to several defenseless
nations within Nationstates, all of which possess Cordial Relations with
TurtleShroom or are otherwise Highly Civilized and Innocent,
as posed by a Terror Front centered around the Mutilation, Sexual,
Psychological and Physical Torture of Children, and the Involuntary
Transformation of the Same Into Animals for the same."

A loud buzzer came on the television as the Coat of Arms of TurtleShroom faded to black.

The cameras faded back in from black. It was the same room and the same place as before. Tsar Maven Outtacountry, a huge, dome-shell Galapagos Tortoise, was seated on one of the three thrones of TurtleShroom. His neck was outstretched straight up, the tiny version of the Crown of TurtleShroom effortlessly balanced on his little head.

Like layers of a cake, ribbons of green, brown, and white made lovely patterns in a horizontal, circular path around his shell. These could be seen from the front, but nowhere else. His entire carapace was draped by the was the great mantle of the Tsars, boasting brown with dark green trim. The white front of the cape, facing the camera, had alternating Latin and Orthodox crosses in place of ordinary Ermine Spots. Over his neck was a tiny copy of the chain chain of the office of the Tsar, made of pyrite, with jade and sapphires. The scepter and other Crown Jewels were not present.

"Constituents, subjects, and citizens of the Great Bountiful Empire of TurtleShroom. Tonight, I will make a brief message and little more."

"Today, shortly after 5:30 PM, a long-range Crossoverian bomber, captured and piloted by an ACE slaver-mutilator-pedophile terrorist, successfully violated the sovereignty of our realm's borders. The terrorists' leader accused us of making nuclear threats to the Crossoverian Isles. In retaliation to our acceptance of their declaration of war, they targetted the Great Inland Shipyard, tasked by our brave naval men to produce ships for a blue-water fleet after the ongoing recolonization of Old Haiz and the pending integration of the South Auskralian Khanate. One-third of that sprawling facility no longer stands."

"I am horrified to report one hundred casualties, mostly civilian. Our troops engaged the bomber plane with intense anti-aircraft fire and successfully shot down the plane, but not before seven patriotic TurtleShroomers and three brave TurtleShroomian soldiers were killed. In his final moments, the pedophile-pilot veered his aircraft not at the factory, but at the medical encampment tending to the ninety TurtleShroomers, mostly civilians, receiving treatment for their wounds."

The Tsar suddenly stopped, his jaw clenched and his beady eyes wide. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"There were no survivors."

Tsar Outtacountry's eyes were slightly teary. His wrinkly forehead was furrowed as his black eyes demonstrated a righteous fury.

"Any courtesies will be skipped. This very night, Tsarina Olvia will be dispatched to the Cartoonite Empire to immediately share intelligence and receive the naval escorts necessary to begin our mobilization to the nation's defense."

"To those who mourn their dead, look at me. Right at the television or the radio."

"Your offspring did not die in vain."

"Please join me in a prayer as we cry out to the Father for justice. Unbelievers, beseech your idols and spirits likewise. We shall all unite in the power of prayer."

[...]

"We pray these things in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen."

"Thank you."

"To the cretins of the Anti-Childhood Exposure terrorist network, know this. You have awakened the righteous anger of the Great Bountiful Empire of the United Turtles, Mushrooms, and Men of TurtleShroom. In our grief, in our sorrow, we find the strength and unity of an united front, ready and willing to prosecute this war we have found ourselves in."

"Your days are numbered. We shall eradicate your forces from the face of Nationstates. You shall die for your genocidal cause."

He paused for effect.

"To the last man."


{ OOC: TurtleShroom's counterattack, which will not be nuclear in nature, will be posted in the future. It will have occurred in the same day as the bombing. }

{ OOC: Cartoonia, go ahead and write the arrival of Tsarina Olvia at your nation's capital airport. She'll be coming in an Air Korena propellor plane. She'll arrive at dawn on Wednesday morning. }

[The Imagination Animals]

The ACE commander, Magnus Reykjavik, then sends the ACE on planes to go to Cartoonia so they can start turning 30 million children into animals. Information will be given on Saturday, when it’s going to be planned

[Cartoonia]

Seymour Skinner Cartoon Air Force Field, Gallagher, Cartoonia.. Wednesday, October 14, 2020.

Seymour Skinner Cartoon Air Force Field, the air force base bearing the namesake of Cartoonia’s first chancellor, was where the Supreme Leader kept his personal aircraft. This was also used for the aircraft of many foreign dignitaries during times of crisis, and this was most certainly one of those times.

In this time of another conflict brewing up between the ACE and Cartoonia, another country has come to lay vengeance on these terrorists. They were expecting one of the heads of state of the Great Bountiful Empire of Turtleshroom, Tsarina Tammy Olvia, to speak with the Supreme Leader on the current situation, having heard that they have been attacked by the ACE just previously. Extra anti-aircraft guns and artillery have been placed at the airfield in case of an aerial attack. As the propeller plane of the Tsarina was picked up, military police guards, dressed in modern combat uniform (wearing masks of course) lined up to act as the temporary honor guard. Though a proper honor guard was usually in order, it was not much time to pull out these usual celebratory traditions. This was a discussion of war, not a state visit. At the front of the guard, the government motorcade appears, one 1930 Cadillac and two 1950 Lincoln Cosmopolitans (all rigged with modern car safety and speed features), followed by military jeeps and motorcycles. Supreme Leader Jimmy Kudo exits out of the Cadillac while Chancellor Nigel Uno and Attorney General Conan Edogawa leave the two 1950 Cosmopolitans, all wearing masks.

The propeller plane lands on to the tarmac and parks where the honor guard stands. One of the guards open the door to the plane and out comes Tsarina Olvia. Noticing her, the Supreme Leader goes up to greet her as the honor guard salutes. He, the Chancellor, and Attorney General bow in respect.

“Your most sober majesty, we are most grateful you have joined us in this fight. We have heard what happened in your lands, and we are deeply sorry to hear. Let me assure you that those citizens have not died in vain. We have dealt with these terrorists in the last couple of months, but your support is most appreciated. We will be gathering in a secluded location away from town for secrecy. We must make haste your most sober majesty”.

[The Imagination Animals]

The ACE, now in Cartoonia, begin their animal transformation spree, starting in the nations capital of Gallagher. They plan not only to turn at least 30 million children into animals, they will target former Cartoonian chancellor and attorney general Ash Ketchum and Gumball Watterson.

Ash is targeted because he is 10 years old, and is considered a kid by the ACE, therefore will be turned into animal animal the ACE would please, in this case, a pikachu. Gumball Watterson, on the other hand, is a blue cat, therefore considered and anthropomorphic. He is also a kid, so technically, he’ll also be targeted. He won’t be turned into an animal but will be forced to act and behave like one in the future if caught.

The Ace, thankfully, won’t even attempt to turn the current chancellor, Nigel Uno, into an animal, but they will also attempt to go after chancellor candidate Loud Kiddington.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

{ OOC: You can't just invade like that, without any leading up. ESPECIALLY NOT THE CAPITAL! What is your Order of Battle? What are your plans? }


"ALL RISE! Her Most Sober Majesty, Tsarina Tammy Olvia, Imperatrix, Head Human of All TurtleShroom!"

Tsarina Olvia was escourted out of the plane by an extremely attractive Air Korena stewardess that was pushing her wheelchair. Behind him came a tall, Asian human in an orange cloak, with the hood down. His spiky, gelled hair and sunglasses made his appearance distinctive, compounded by the steel briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. Tsarina Olvia, in addition to being Tsar, was also the Designated Survivor during this trip, should TurtleShroom's government be stack-wiped.

A lone Chancellary Guardsmen, a human denoted by his sunglasses, his crank-powered Gatling machine gun, the slew of other modern weapons under his outfit, and his black robes with a green and brown sash, stood at attention.

The entourage was small, as the Tsarina came alone and in haste. Tsarina Olvia had her own side-arm, a vintage revolver issued before the Fascist Servant reforms, which she used to personally kill an enemy combatant during the attempted coup in 1934 AD, which she both commanded and suppressed.

She was wearing the same outfit she wore on the television in her speech a little while earlier. The deceivingly ornate Crown of TurtleShroom sparkled in the tropical sun of the Cartune Isles.

Smiling at the honor guard's display as she was wheeled to the motorcade, her head trembled as she pushed her glasses up her nose and looked up at the Emperor. A human Tsar did not bow to a foreigner.

"Your Imperial Majesty," she said, her Slavic accent clearly denoted, "Thank you for seeing your servant today. Your servant* is humbled to be in your realm and am ready to be transported to the location of your choosing.

She extended her wrinkled hand, hoping for one of the Cartoonites to take it instead of a handshake, and was pleasantly surprised when it was obliged.

"Emperor Kudo, your hospitality is most welcome. Yes, let us make haste to whatever safe house you got. Your servant will remain here to assist in commanding the TurtleShroomian garrison in your defense. Be warned you in advance: air and naval superiority will be your domain. We can provide men, we can give you arms and ammunition and steel, we can launch missiles, but our capacities are limited. Your servant is humbled by your agreement to use your Navy to escourt our troops and supplies to the Cartune Isles. We are beyond impressed that your blue water navy can do this and defend Cartoonia at once.

"On the topic of aircraft. If, God forbid, it ends up that we need them, TurtleShroom only has nuclear bombers and Creeper ICBM's**, and no escourts or fighters to protect them. They are converted passenger aircraft."

She looked around and leaned forward to the Emperor's ear.

"Your Imperial Majesty, I can personally tell you that the huge explosion you no doubt detected in Crossoveria was an intercontinental ballistic missile with a conventional payloard."

The Tsarina pulled out a map she had already marked. It showed Crossoveria and its military targets, gleaned from TS satellites and Cartoonite intelligence.

"We struck a missile silo located here, on this island. Your servant not sure if anything was there, but if the Crossoverian Isles can field long-range bombers over thousands of miles, your servant is not taking chances."

* = Biblical term dating to the Bronze Age, used by people when kissing up to their betters. All TurtleShroomian government officials use this when interacting with any creature residing in TurtleShroom. However, they never use it to foreigners on foreign soil. Yet, in the Tsarina's case, foreign use of this is a custom of the original Fascist Servant Party and not the Crown. Old habits are hard to break.

** = The official term for this class of missile is "Kablooka II", but they are painted to resemble Creepers from "Minecraft". The nickname stuck.

[The Imagination Animals]

Today, at 12:00 a.m., Zeeter Saldivar passed a law making it a requirement for all children under the age of 13 to be turned into animals, no matter who they are. It also made it punishable by capital punishment to help and support child prisoners. Things are definitely getting risky in The Imagination Animals right now.

With this law, about 25 million children in The Imagination Animals was turned into animals. The ACE also decided to go farther into the NationStates world, turning millions of kids into animals, arresting thousands of anthropomorphics, and silencing those to go against Zeeter Saldivar.

[Cartoonia]

Secluded zone, Gallagher, Cartoonia.. Wednesday, October 14, 2020.

“I see, then we shall make no haste then. I shall call upon our navy and air force to provide the cover that your troops need. Of course you can discuss this with our joint chiefs of staff. And we will discuss the garrison that will be arriving to help protect Cartoonia from the terrorists. Tell me, how many soldiers will be brought here? What are their equipment, and their skills? I assume their skills are top notch. But of course, we will also provide some manpower of our own. Our marines are capable of fighting”. The motorcade arrives at the secluded area outside of the capitol. A mound with a vault inside. This was the secret military zone that no one besides top military brass were allowed into. After a quick security and health check. The vault doors open to reveal the secluded war room (secluded to shield from nuclear attacks). Inside were the chiefs of staff that make up the defense cabinet of Cartoonia. In front of them was a table that laid out a map of Cartoonia, the Pacific Ocean, and The lands of The Imagination Animals. The chiefs salute to both the Supreme Leader, Her Most Sober Majesty, The Chancellor, and Attorney General.

“Your Most Sober Majesty” Jimmy starts. “Meet the defense cabinet. Gran-General of The Army Eric Cartman, Gran-Admiral of The Navy Kagura Mikazuchi, Gran-Admiral of The Coast Guard Joe Swanson, Gran-General of The Air Force Hoagie P. Gilligan, Gran-General of The Marines, Loud Kiddington, and our secretary of Defense, Ludwig Belischmidt. They are one of the most experienced leaders in their respective branches, bred from the best of the Cartoon Military Academy. They will be helping us in creating the war plans for the upcoming battles”. Jimmy turns to the chiefs.

“Sirs, madams. Her Most Sober Majesty will be bring troops from her empire, so we will stand by with using army and coast guard for the defense of the homeland. Meanwhile, we will be using the navy, air force, and marines to provide firepower and cover for the troops. I’m sure Her Most Sober Majesty would help fill us in on all of the details”.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

{ OOC: Just a quick question. Are the military chiefs of staff that are minors all adults now? I will edit the post accordingly based on the response. }

""Your Imperial Majesty. My brothers in arms. Ladies and gent-."

There was a long pause. She looked to the Emperor in confusion.

"These... these commanders are children. Prepubescent children. Are these the messengers?"

She took a long, deep breath, successfully trying not to whisper "we're doomed".

"I am one hundred eleven years old. I was twenty-five when I became a Two-Star General. I crushed a coup at that age. The Cardinal in charge of my country's Catholics was not an adult, but a teenager, when he was appointed. Heck, the Catholics even have Cardinal-Nephews, but not in a governing capacity. There was a little boy that had a generalship in the Imperial Japanese Dystopia, but other than that, I never saw one again."

The Tsarina shook her head.

"I guess these are the commanders' kids? Enthusiasts in training? I'll play along, since there is no way a nation at war would send random kids without a reason. You said they're in"

She looked to each of the young children.

"If you're in this room, I am going to assume that you are nerds, versed in the study of military combat and fully understanding of the terms and plans I am about to eludicate. Given the fact that you are all recruits in military academies, I trust your input. These are grave topics, so I hope that you understand the gravity of war. I expect you to memorize, understand, and fully repeat these messengers to the actual Cartoonite commanders, on the field and off. I can see in your eyes that you understand what's coming for oyur people, so I know that this message will be in good hands."

She smiled.

"No army is without its couriers. Children can do great things in non-combatant roles, so I know you will take this message as needed. This war will help you in your studies in a very unpleasant way."

Then the Tsarina smiled as she looked at the Coast Guardsman, one of the adults. Being a veteran that sustained the same paralyzing injury herself, she gave a shaky thumbs up.

"You too, huh?"

The Tsarina nodded to Swanson, smiling warmly, then turned to face the rest of the soldiers.

"I need not begin introductions at this time; I think my crown does the talking here.The ORBAT for this war, as it seems to go right now, is going to be rather simple."

"After the declaration of war, my fellow Sovereign Emperors and I consulted our military. They suggested that we begin by moving artillery. TurtleShroom has plenty of mobile rocket launchers, mainly BM-21 and Stalin Organs, plus various Japanese hardware from more modern times. We've always had to rely on older weaponry because of our nation's situation. I'll leave it at that."

"Anyway"- here, she looked at the battle plans map on the bottom -"my belief is that we should start with fifty BM-21's concentrated here, here, and here, supplemented by two hundred fifty Stalin Organs spaced apart across the rest of the perimeter. Your map seems to indicate that these are your largest military factories and targets. The rest of them will be spaced throughout what your intelligence determines to be the pedoes' first move."

"Now, when the pedoes try to make their move, we will need to immediately move the artillery towards the naval attack. You are a developed country with roads, compared to our rails. You will need to clear the roads and make this work as our supply lines for the launchersd. Logistics win wars. Make sure your supply depots are secured, and try to spread them equally across your largest islands."

She pointed to the sea of the westernmost island.

"We do not have a blue water navy beyond some converted oil tankers. The presence of the esteemed navalman and esteemed Coast Guardsman indicate your prowess. My advice would be that we wait for them to come. You will need a naval barrage, so get your battleships-"

She stopped mid-sentence.

"Uh, pardon my training. Do you still use battleships? We are planning to do so in time, but..... ......ahem. So get whatever big ships you have. Place them to the west, facing the Crossoverian Isles. Both the Great Bountiful Empire and your realm have satellites. If you have fax machines, we're good to go in terms of sharing intelligence. Our satellites are probably too old to uplink with yours, but we can share the photos."

She looked up form the map.

"Our military does not use the Internet. Period. We only use GPS, radioes, faxes, and phones. Good old-fashioned couriers also help. TurtleShroom cannot allow a compromise like the Internet. You guys do what you want, just understand the problems we may face if you try something too new-fangled."

"Okay. So the artillery goes around your main industrial island and other important sites. Meanwhile, place your ships to the west, facing Crossoveria, and patrol them in search of the enemy."

She looked to Gilligan.

"Little one, this is your message, and it is vital that you pay attention. Given that you're wearing really realistic pilot's goggles right now, I can see why you're the Air Force's messenger. You enrolled in a military academy, obviously for the Air Force, so you know the importance of controlling the skies. My country doesn't have an Air Force, and the surprise levelling of DIre Dire Docks and some nuclear installations in my country during the Civil War proved that we needed one. Even gamers know the importance of air superiority. With air superiority, even old or obsolete equipment can do damage if it is supplemented right."

She paused, placing a hand on her chin.

"If I were the Cartoonite Air Force, I would not deploy the Air Force to engage the enemy outside of scouting and punitive bombing runs until the enemy it sighted on its way to Cartoonia. This goes with my entire plan."

She turned back to the Emperor.

"Now, I am not going to dictate to a foreign Emperor how to secure his subjects, but my belief is that we should wait for the pedoes to come to us. Immediate strafing against the pedoes with your long-range bombers should begin right now. Whatever HUGE bomber you've got, go with that. DOn't use every bomber at once, in case they're needed later, but go big now."

She drew her hand across the Crossoverian Isles on the map.

"Children, this is some serious grown-up stuff, and I am not going to tone it down. You are in military academies, studying the art and science of prosecuting a war, but you have not yet seen what a war is. I ask that you not cover your ears, because if you are messengers in a war, you will see the horrors of war. This may be be cause I'm a Fascist, but I'm going to make this blunt. If you want to win this war, target everything. There is no one on that island worth saving. Civilians, industries, docks, camps, EVERYTHING. TurtleShroom's troops don't attack civilians as a rule, but our Rules of Engagement plan to suspend that. Even hospitals, because almost all of Crossoveria is right here with us."

"Anyone innocent still on that island is lost collateral. Enslaved children will die if you want to win this war."

She looked up, glaring sharply through her glasses. In this lower, determined voice, her Slavic accent was somewhat more pronounced.

"You must understand, your Imperial Majesty and my compatriots, that this is not Mac and Bloo's bloodless offensive in 'Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends' ,trying to force their way into the Foster palace. This is 'Invader Zim', and beyond that shoreline sits an existensial threat. I can see the shock on your faces, especially among the little ones. When you signed up for military school, you likely had an idea of gallantry, heroes and villains, guns blazing and victories won. An adventure, a thrill. -and yes, that is in warfare, but at great cost."

Her gaze did not waver.

"Kiddington. Gilligan. I'll say this even simpler. This is war, and war is not meant to be fun. For now, you likely see it that way, but nothing could be further from the truth. As you two progress through military school, I hope that they will begin to prepare you for the psychological impact and pain that war causes. Losing your loved ones, your best friends falling to bullets. Charging at the enemy as they come over the sands, then going back and seeing the body of your closest friend lying in blood. You kneel, lifting his body up, and give him to the medics. You see his eyes open from his last moments, his body lifeless."

She looked at the children in particular.

"Little ones, by serving as messengers to the front, you will see firsthand the horrors of war. This is not a pretend war, or a storybook, or some roleplay on an obscure website. It's not some dice rolling excapade in a historical-themed strategy game. It isn't wooden swords in the woods or a Game Boy game linked together."

"This is real life, and real wars have real casualties. War is heck. You won't enjoy this, especially because of the slaves. If you want to save your people's thirty million children, and Violet knows how many more little islands they could lop off, you have to pay a price in blood. Those slaves on the island? Collateral. Treat them the same as the enemy, because the enemy will exploit your compassion if you don't."

"We simply cannot have it any other way when they see children as literal pack animals to be violated and mutilated. These slaves will be hauling equipment and serving as powder monkeys in every capacity."

"Your nation, given some of the cutesy non-humans I passed on the way here, might be a lot like mine in its general cheery, lighthearted disposition. A happy place, just like my home. Well, the motherland* was once like that, and we're going back to that, but between the two ends was Southern Gothic."

"These pedoes have no remorse, no mercy, no soul, and no quarter. A Fasicst always fights dirty, because dirty fights often end faster. The ACE is suicidal, fully aware that they may not come back, and do not care whom they hurt. This is the enemy force that flew a falling plane directly into a medical camp when they had the option of finishing off a building that would take years to rebuild from scratch. That was not an accident. This is how much they hate the human race as a whole, and how devoted they are to the extinction of Homo sapiens."

"-and for the non-humans? Your drawn-looking men, your talking cats, your bipedal coyotes? They made it clear that those would just be either enslaved or straight-up gassed. Do the pedo math."

She nodded, again focusing on the children.

"Kiddington, Gilligan, this will be the first real test of your resolve. Your first taste of what it means to be a soldier. You will, possibly even under fire, be on the spot to deliver these messages and future messages going forward. You will need to have communications, access calls and walkie-talkies, and more, possibly on the battlefield, all with the constant risk of your capture and transformation over your heads. Your life will be in the hands of the men around you, as they will be in charge of protecting you. Any soldier will tell you the importance of the unit, the group of soldiers with you. These men are fighting for your safety; they will be your greatest friends, your partners, your teammates, and your shield. You were taught in military school to obey your superiors and execute their orders without haste. You may have wanted to complain or ask why, but today, you will see personally why there is no room for that."

The human Tsarina nodded.

"The Emperor sees great things in you two. Having commanded many soldiers in my day, and indeed, having led teenagers and conscripts to victory, I can see why you're here. Hit the books and stick to your guns, and you will clearly grow to become prodigies."

"Kiddington, I suspect in you the heart of a Marine. You defend the innocent. You love your country. You are clearly the boy who leads his friends, the brave fighter and defender of those he cares for, and I would not doubt for a minute that you haven't stolen watermelons and played hookie every now and then. You must be a mischief maker. God knows I did. Practice obeying your superiors, honor your father and mother, and remember that tyo give orders, you must receive them."

She reached out and playfully rubbed Kiddington's copper hair all over, messing up his cute little cowlick.

"-and you, Gilligan. You came in here with old pilot's goggles on and deployed. I know what you want to do. You want to be a flying ace, engaging the enemy with your guns, skillfully darting your plane in enemy fire and taking in the thrill of watching the enemy spiral to his grave.
I can imagine you lying on your stomach, legs in the air on your bed, surrounded by airplane manuals and charts. You study engines, you know why and how planes fly, you probably join your superiors when they fix plaines in the hanger at the academy. An anemometer in your backyard. I bet you are already a pilot in training! One day, you'll be with your countrymen in the Wild Blue Yonder, shunting supplies in the back at first, but then one day, you'll live to pilot jets and maybe see a dogfight."

"I was worried at first- honestly, 'we're doomed' nearly crossed my lips -but talking to you makes me realize your purpose here. You're already in military school. You must clearly excel if your Emperor wants you here today. You will learn lessons to last a lifetime, and I, the Tsarina of All TurtleShroom, am humbled to help you grow as soldiers and as men. Now come here and hug me!"

A moment passed, and hopefully the hug was given. { OOC: My recollection of the KND means Number Two wasn't a fan of hugs. }

"So here is what TurtleShroom is pledging this very day. We sent out the artillery and several transports using our privateer fronts as troop transport immediately after the DOW**. That means our ships should be coming close to your waters. God willing, their expected time that you will need to involve yourself in will be-"

She looked at the clock.

"One thousand one hundred thirty hours*** local. It's two thousand twenty-one hours*** now. Now, listen closely."

She pointed her index finger to the southeast of the Cartune Isles. Then, she drew back her index finger and held up three fingers, placing them simultaneously behind where she pointed, like an upside-down pawprint.

"On that ship will be the artillery I mentioned before. Behind that will be three converted, small cargo ships containing ten thousand TurtleShroomian patriots. All of our soldiers will be infantrymen."

"We need you, your Imperial Majesty, to command your navies to approach our ships at the time I mentioned. Remember it? Assuming the radars you use are ours, we wouldn't need to do this for another four or so hours. However, you guys have tech beyond what I can imagine off the top of my head, so I ask you to go this distance. That way, the Crossoverian radars will not detect us until after you meet up. If you want TurtleShroom to directly engage the enemy, you cannot afford these unguarded transports, or any future ones, to sink."

She looked back up to the Emperor.

"I gave my recommendations, now here is my request.Three hundred missile trucks. Ten thousand men. Three ships you must guard. More ships will be coming in and out regularly, all from the southeast. As Tsarina and as a TurtleShroomer, I beseech you to patrol a safe corridor from that area, with light air support. We will be sending ships that way as often as possible, at least one every two days, probably more. I pray to God that your blue water navy is capable of stretching to both the front and this supply line."

"When we arrive, I shall personally remain to assist you. As a general, I personally commanded my men to quash a coup d'etat that resisted the Fascist Servant reforms that saved our armies from being Streltsy levies with guns forever, and ordered the plotters dead to the last man. As Tsarina, I will not permit my fellow TurtleShroomers to engage in this far-flung war alone. When our forces meet, I will perform the cermemones to surrender my supreme command of the Armed Forces of TurtleShroom into a subordinate in your hierarchy, your Imperial Majesty. I hope that, as an inferior officer, you will count me along your Chiefs of Staff, at the least, as an advisor to listen to."

She smiled.

"Our nation's military has been called a 'giant militia with huge weapons', and indeed, we are both disorganized to some dgree and largely non-commissioned, myself included. One thing we do have, though, is military discipline. We have stood against Future-Tech aliens and only broke when the lasers popped out and fired at us. Our soldiers observe the highest states of order and obediance and you will find that our discipline more than compensates for our older weapons."

The human Tsarina wheeled back her chair.

"One last thing. Is your standard issue a Kalishnikov, per chance? We have all the ammo we need on the way and then some, millions of rounds."


* = TS traditionally calls their country "the homeland", but "motherland" has strated to return to the vernacular since the end of the Civil War. The Tsarina has always used this term.

** = TS military slang for Declaration of War.

*** = 11:30 AM and 8:21 PM, respectively. Most militaries would say "eleven hundred thirty hours". TurtleShroom does not.

[The Imagination Animals]

{OOC: no the soldiers were adults the whole time.

Saldivar stationed 50,000 ACE members in Cartoonia, and 45,000 in TurtleshroomII, marking the beginning of the ACE war, probably World War 3.

Dictator Zeeter Saldivar also has plans to station troops in other places in the NationStates world, turning their populace into animals. This will include the Confederation of Corrupt Dictators, who’s nations have been long time enemies with the country.

The ACE, so far, has been successful in the transformation of over 15,000 kids so far.

The new law Saldivar pinned to Crossoveria didn’t really ease the tension at all, as it forced all Crossoverian children to be animals. So the rates of girls turning into dogs have gone way up.

Not only that, but Saldivar is also drafting all the young adults they could find into the military so they could join the fight. The Zeref Cult will also be a big help, and millitaries from Iran and North Korea could also support the Crossoverian government.

The person in charge of the members stationed in Cartoonia is a man named Sandro Vallance, a military officer who was successful in overthrowing former supreme leader Marie BonAztire in June of this year. So, if they can, the shall arrest Sandro Vallance and put him up for hostage.

But other than that, there’s really no turning back, unfortunately.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

{ OOC: No. You can't just magically spawn forty-five thousand men in a doubly-landlocked country on another continent over ten thousand miles away in a matter of days. I gave you the bomber, as you could go in range, but this is ridiculous. You can't just ignore THE OCEAN and bypass the forts, the barricades, the Cartoonite Navy and her air forces... }

{ OOC: I can see that you are new to this game, so I am trying to give you good advice on how to play it right. First, you need to first get your soldiers to the Cartune Isles, which means you will come under heavy fire from Cartoonite forces at sea. }

{ OOC: Furthermore, remember that the ACE is not a sovereign state. Like ISIL, it's a suicidal insurrection that has captured a state's land and weaponry. You have no supplies and no reenforcements because EVERYONE hates you. Your goal is to destroy as many kids and kill as many enemies as you can before you die in a blaze of glory, just like ISIL. FOR THE LAST TIME, Iran and North Korea would NEVER side with human extinction terrorists. ISIL is the only state you MIGHT have a chance with, and even they would probably think that you go too far. Actual Nazis would hate you because you would be destroying the Aryan race along with the rest of them. }

{ OOC: You are not a superpower. You are a chain of islands with a captured military and borrowed time. I want to make this war look as cool as possible, which includes a grand finale of nukes- you gave me permission to nuke you if it comes to that -but I can't do that if you insist on not even studying what my nation is, where it is, or anything else. You are Modern Tech! That means that you can't teleport bread men. You can't just spawn forty-five thousand men on a doubly landlocked nation's borders when it takes almost a week to even get to the continent. }

[The Imagination Animals]

{ OOC: No. You can't just magically spawn forty-five thousand men in a doubly-landlocked country on another continent over ten thousand miles away in a matter of days. I gave you the bomber, as you could go in range, but this is ridiculous. You can't just ignore THE OCEAN and bypass the forts, the barricades, the Cartoonite Navy and her air forces... }

{ OOC: I can see that you are new to this game, so I am trying to give you good advice on how to play it right. First, you need to first get your soldiers to the Cartune Isles, which means you will come under heavy fire from Cartoonite forces at sea. }

{ OOC: Furthermore, remember that the ACE is not a sovereign state. Like ISIL, it's a suicidal insurrection that has captured a state's land and weaponry. You have no supplies and no reenforcements because EVERYONE hates you. Your goal is to destroy as many kids and kill as many enemies as you can before you die in a blaze of glory, just like ISIL. FOR THE LAST TIME, Iran and North Korea would NEVER side with human extinction terrorists. ISIL is the only state you MIGHT have a chance with, and even they would probably think that you go too far. Actual Nazis would hate you because you would be destroying the Aryan race along with the rest of them. }

{ OOC: You are not a superpower. You are a chain of islands with a captured military and borrowed time. I want to make this war look as cool as possible, which includes a grand finale of nukes- you gave me permission to nuke you if it comes to that -but I can't do that if you insist on not even studying what my nation is, where it is, or anything else. You are Modern Tech! That means that you can't teleport bread men. You can't just spawn forty-five thousand men on a doubly landlocked nation's borders when it takes almost a week to even get to the continent. }

{OOC: for the last time, the ACE is not a human extinction group. It’s an animal transformation group. The ACE would never mean to kill anyone. I would also like to inform that we ACE members are extra ordinary and the whole spanning thing? We can do that. I know we aren’t a superpower, we just are successful in transformation. But if you really want to stop us, be my guest and destroy our headquarters.

{OOC: You also realize that the government of The Imagination Animals banned your king from going into our territory. Just don’t make us turn all the worlds children into animals. Ok, here’s the deal: if you can raid my country, then I’ll remove all my soldiers to Cartoonia. Deal?

The ACE decided to ignore Turtleshroom and Cartoonia, and instead plan to station soldiers into Depackya. There, all children will be turned into animals, but no one will be killed.

[TURTLESHROOM II]

{ OOC: DUDE. You have not turned ANY Cartoonites into animals yet BECAUSE YOU HAE NOT SUCCEEDED IN INVADING THEM. YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE THEM POP UP LIKE THAT. YOU CANNOT MAKE DECISIONS FOR CAROOONIA. Your GOAL is to do that stuff to him. Stop God-Modding and take some time to read my advice. -and quit flip flopping your
stances and agreements! }

{ OOC: Despite you being new to NS storytelling, Cartoonia and I were willing to play along and let you learn the ropes on the best way possible. I guess Crossoveria was your puppet or whatever, becaus you have no interest in actually putting any effort into this story at all. You want to play ISIL and then get mad when the world doesn't want to come to you aid. First you said you would not turn them back, now you say otherwise! Hmmph! }