Crabaiaian Crisis [CLOSED/Accepted Applicants only]

[Crabaiaia]

If you wanna apply to join this roleplay, here is the link to the application thread: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=495041

As mass shooter, Elliot Rodger once said "Today is the day of retribution, today is the day I will get my revenge"

This was sent to the Crabaiaian Federal Police Force through Gmail by an Anonymous group.

"Pretty alarming" The head of the cybersecurity department said

"Should we?" he continued

"No, not yet, chief, we need to get another email, we cannot just declare state of emergency all of a sudden" says one cybersecurity lieutenant

"Okay, let's sit here then and wait"

Meanwhile the first flights to volunteers' countries begin to send them to Crabaiaia

The Police receive another email:
"We warned you multiple times, let us default their debt or get ready to be retributed, seems that you have chose to defend the people who owe us, their time, their love, their attention, get ready. YOU SHALL FACE OUR WRATH, SOCIETY HAS LIED TO US, THE DOUCHES ALWAYS GET THE GIRLS ALL BECAUSE OF THEIR LOOKS, WE SHALL START OUR RETRIBUTION AND REVENGE AGAINST THOSE WHO HAVE FAILED TO PAY THEIR LOVE IN TIME."

"Okay, time to push the button"
"3, 2, 1..."
*pushes the button*
Emergency bells ring in police stations all across the country, and all the lights in all police barracks go siren-red.

A national state of emergency has been declared, classes are suspended for 2 weeks, governmental offices are on lockdown, and police blocks form EVERYWHERE NATIONWIDE. All police officers and non-police volunteers are required to participate in urgent law enforcement and report to the nearest Police Station IMMEDIATELY

Laker City, Capital Council, Crabaiaia 8:29
Couple, Fredrick Bolt and Gina Bolt, both Non-Police volunteers, get ready to leave their apartment.
Because of their financial situation they live in a single house with both families (like Big Fat Greek Wedding but it's permanent and there's no wedding)
Gina's Mother stops her:

"No, no, no, Iha Iha, I cannot let you there, they have bombs, you have guns, how are you supposed to..."
"It's okay, ma, it's the family bloodline to risk our lives in service of others"
"Okay, Iha, come here"
*Her Mother whispers*
"Let Nemesis, Ares, and Zeus protect you with their might, no one is mightier than them, let them protect you and your husband from all danger."
"Okay, ma"
*everyone in both families gives them a hug as a goodbye.*
*Fredrick and Gina get on the APV that will send them to the riot infested town*

Foreign intervention in the Crabaiaian Crisis has begun, there are no rules other than that mentioned in the application thread.

[Crabaiaia]

The day of retribution,

It's Friday in Crabaiaia, so it would've been a week since the beginning of the crisis. The day of retribution turns out... is an elaborate scheme to get all "creditors" (victims) will have to pay their "debt" (sex or a relationship), and there is a huge concentrations of creditors in a small plaza in Civet City, this plaza had been a center of the riots from Monday to Wednesday this week but for now, cleanup efforts have occured since Thursday.

The plaza which is owned by Crabaiaian Plaza Groups, a privatised corporation that is being given subsidies by the Crabaiaian Government, has now doubled their security spending to make sure no niceguy or incel breaches or rapes the victims. Meanwhile Civet City Police send an ultimatum to the Niceguys:

"Divert your protest to a more open plaza or else... we will have to use force." as PSA blares across Civet City

The Niceguys refuse and start a parade of fedoras while they blare this

"DO NOT PLAY US!" they chant while waving their fedoras like flags.

The Riot Commander orders all riot police and volunteers to clear the Southbound Road that leads to the Plaza where the niceguys were holding their parade, but they stood their ground and used projectiles and a few balloon popping sounds can be heard

But then...
The Nice Guys use cluster projectiles (lit on fire might I add) and shoot at one police officer
The main projectiles hit the ground close the officer
*BOOM!*
The main projectile launches 20 other projectiles and explodes, shattering windows and harming cops

The cop in which the projectile landed on, died of burns

The first death in the crisis has occured.

[Crabaiaia]

The Fabulous Mafia has captured the Defense Commander

"We will release him, if you meet this 5 demands:

• Total Freedom to default sexual debt
• Regulation on cancelling sexual debt
• Loosening of restrictions on interests
• End to National State of Emergency
• Loans from SETA

"NO!" says the Vice Interim Commander
"Then how are we going to continue fighting in Rayanestan then"
"I don't know, we just continue stopping this crisis, help yourself before others, amirite?"
"Yeah"

[Crabaiaia]

(Volunteers, let me liberate the Defense Commander by myself, just do what you are tasked to do)
"After a day of being held hostage, we need to do something about the Defense Commander" says the Vice Interim Commander
"The Fabulous Mafia have sent us the location of the Defense Commander and an Email: TRY US!" says the Advisor to the Defense Commander
"Our spies have reported that 50 Fabulous Mafiaistas at the Subia Bank Laker City branch, what should we do?"
"Send 100 Civil Guard Troops to the bank, where we hold the bank asiege" orders the Vice Interim Commander

"Alright"

Civil Guard Hostel, Laker City, Crabaiaia 15:20
"ATTENTION!" says Captain Peachkos of the Laker City Company
"SIR, YES, SIR" says the 100 troops who are about to be deployed to the Laker City branch of Subia Bank
"THE DEFENSE COMMANDER HAS BEEN HELD HOSTAGE AT THE SUBIA BANK, WE WERE ASSIGNED TO LIBERATE HIM, GET ON THE APV"
"SIR, YES, SIR"
*gets on the APV*
"MOVE!" yells the Captain.

Subia Bank, Laker City 17:08
For this siege, there are 3 layers of the bank, the offices with 25 Mafiaistas, the security area with 15 Mafiaistas and the Vault with 10 Mafiaistas, it might take days for the entire bank to be recaptured, the goal is to kill all Mafiaistas and free the Defense Commander.
"Okay, team let's do this"
"READY, AIM, FIRE!"
*Successfully injures Mafiaista*
*Fails to shoot*
*Successfully kills Mafiaista*
*Successfully injures Mafiaista*
*Fails to shoot*
*Successfully kills Mafiaista*
*Successfully shoots but some are harmed*
*Fails to shoot*
*Successfully kills Mafiaista*
*Successfully shoots but some are harmed*
*Successfully kills Mafiaista*
*Successfully shoots*
*Fails to shoot*
*Successfully kills Mafiaista*
*Fails to shoot*
*Successfully shoots*
*Fails to shoot*
*Fails to shoot*
"RETREAT!" yells the Captain
10 Civil Guards have died and only 5 Mafiaistas died
The siege continues

[Old Tanokiana]

5:47 P.M., the Crabaian national airport...

Danlend had arrived, finally, that two day flight was bad for his posture. He stepped out to breath in the air; an unpleasant smell of Parisian cologne. Someone must've missed a shower. He had booked for a hotel room the night before his lift-off, with the information he got from the little chair-monitors on planes, he'd know what he'd be dealing with. He grabbed his luggage and headed off to the address of the hotel he'll be staying at. On the way, his sense of smell is assaulted by what can only described as Dew-fueled rallies of neckbearded fedora tippers. "Surprised they aren't singing that Les Miserables song." he thought to himself, he had personally known Furries in his local area, and they seemed tame compared to these farquads. His luggage carries a fire-retardant suits and CBRN graded masks and filters, along with a cheap expandable baton hidden in his jacket just in case. He gets to the address and enters the building, and heads for his room. room 227. He was gonna have to get through a rough day, hopefully his Arnis skills help out. bzzzt! bzzzt! it's his phone, he picks it up. "Ja?" Dan says almost instinctively.


Ooc: sorry I'm late

[Crabaiaia]

5:47 P.M., the Crabaian national airport...

Danlend had arrived, finally, that two day flight was bad for his posture. He stepped out to breath in the air; an unpleasant smell of Parisian cologne. Someone must've missed a shower. He had booked for a hotel room the night before his lift-off, with the information he got from the little chair-monitors on planes, he'd know what he'd be dealing with. He grabbed his luggage and headed off to the address of the hotel he'll be staying at. On the way, his sense of smell is assaulted by what can only described as Dew-fueled rallies of neckbearded fedora tippers. "Surprised they aren't singing that Les Miserables song." he thought to himself, he had personally known Furries in his local area, and they seemed tame compared to these farquads. His luggage carries a fire-retardant suits and CBRN graded masks and filters, along with a cheap expandable baton hidden in his jacket just in case. He gets to the address and enters the building, and heads for his room. room 227. He was gonna have to get through a rough day, hopefully his Arnis skills help out. bzzzt! bzzzt! it's his phone, he picks it up. "Ja?" Dan says almost instinctively.


Ooc: sorry I'm late

"Hello welcome to the Meman (name of the hotel), you must be volunteering to aid in the crisis, because of this we'll offer a discount" says the Receptionist
OOC: Uhm, you're the earliest bird here, so uhh...

[Imperial Rifta]

OOC: I’ll start tomorrow if possible. Sorry

[Crabaiaia]

OOC: I’ll start tomorrow if possible. Sorry

It's okay, but remember, your volunteer will not recieve pay until they arrive in Crabaiaia

[Old Tanokiana]

"Hello welcome to the Meman Chapo Hotel, you must be volunteering to aid in the crisis, because of this we'll offer a discount" says the Receptionist
OOC: Uhm, you're the earliest bird here, so uhh...

"Ah, Dank- I mean, Thank you." The receptionist hangs up on him. "How kind" he thought. All he needed to do now was call up a fire department or a police department to know where he'll be heading to next. He calls up the receptionist to ask if they have any phone books. But that'll be done in the morning (ooc: that will be later in the eve my local time). For now, he sleeps.

[Crabaiaia]

"Hello welcome to the Meman Chapo Hotel, you must be volunteering to aid in the crisis, because of this we'll offer a discount" says the Receptionist
OOC: Uhm, you're the earliest bird here, so uhh...

"Ah, Dank- I mean, Thank you." The receptionist hangs up on him. "How kind" he thought. All he needed to do now was call up a fire department or a police department to know where he'll be heading to next. He calls up the receptionist to ask if they have any phone books. But that'll be done in the morning (ooc: that will be later in the eve my local time). For now, he sleeps.

You'll be heading to Civet City which is only a 6 hour bus drive away from here, you will stay there for 2 days before returning to Laker City

[Crabaiaia]

https://flag-designer.appspot.com/gwtfl ... 7&s=5&c5=2

This is the flag for the "non-slutty" nice girls of Crabaiaia

https://flag-designer.appspot.com/gwtfl ... &s=13&c5=0

The flag for the Fedora-Wearing Nice Guys of Crabaiaia

For the first flag, the triband represents the Crabaiaian Triband and the Rose represents love and the redness of the rose represents emotionally bleeding from lead on.

For the second flag, the triband same thing, crown represents fedora and specifically sexual purity of girls going for the assholes, and the black represents the color of a fedora

[Old Tanokiana]

With a can of soda in hand and 2 hours of sleep, Danlend is on his way to Civet city on a bus. He noticed they haven't been moving for a solid 20 minutes. "What now?" he peaks his head out the window, only to be assaulted by the same smell from last night, a crowd had gathered to block the entire street. Normally, he would've suggested the bus driver to just drive right through as psychology dictates humans value self preservation, but considering the size of each individual, it would hurt the bus more. So he had to sit there and do nothing... A good 7 hours have passed and he's made it to Civet city, "Nice place, should probably rent here someday." After asking several pedestrians on the location of the Medical Volunteer centre, he finally gets directions and heads straight there, arriving at the Volunteer centre, he heads towards the receptionist.

"I am here on the Foreign Volunteer program, may I please have instructions on what to do next?"

[Crabaiaia]

With a can of soda in hand and 2 hours of sleep, Danlend is on his way to Civet city on a bus. He noticed they haven't been moving for a solid 20 minutes. "What now?" he peaks his head out the window, only to be assaulted by the same smell from last night, a crowd had gathered to block the entire street. Normally, he would've suggested the bus driver to just drive right through as psychology dictates humans value self preservation, but considering the size of each individual, it would hurt the bus more. So he had to sit there and do nothing... A good 7 hours have passed and he's made it to Civet city, "Nice place, should probably rent here someday." After asking several pedestrians on the location of the Medical Volunteer centre, he finally gets directions and heads straight there, arriving at the Volunteer centre, he heads towards the receptionist.

"I am here on the Foreign Volunteer program, may I please have instructions on what to do next?"

"There have been some injured people from the shrapnel thrown last week, please help them, specifically the officer with a burn on his leg" says the registrar

[Old Tanokiana]

"Someone call for a medic?"
He rushed to see the patients. Nothing too bad, sure a lot of bleeding and wailing, but they'll live. He tends to the wounded, patching up and stitching a few open wounds, removing any remaining shrapnel, "Where the hell do they get their bombs?" he thought. Ammonium Nitrate or Methane is easily accessible, in this place though? Not sure... They look too stupid to make bombs without dying in the process, maybe a dealer? Because he was a little late to the party, everyone else is at least in stable condition, they should recover in a few weeks or months. As he's washing his hands in the loo, he thought "What's stopping some Cheeto snorting land whale from shooting up the place? Oh well, security would hopefully handle that." He walks out of the loo to go ask the registrar about that extra training or Laker City.

[Crabaiaia]

"Someone call for a medic?"
He rushed to see the patients. Nothing too bad, sure a lot of bleeding and wailing, but they'll live. He tends to the wounded, patching up and stitching a few open wounds, removing any remaining shrapnel, "Where the hell do they get their bombs?" he thought. Ammonium Nitrate or Methane is easily accessible, in this place though? Not sure... They look too stupid to make bombs without dying in the process, maybe a dealer? Because he was a little late to the party, everyone else is at least in stable condition, they should recover in a few weeks or months. As he's washing his hands in the loo, he thought "What's stopping some Cheeto snorting land whale from shooting up the place? Oh well, security would hopefully handle that." He walks out of the loo to go ask the registrar about that extra training or Laker City.

It's illegal, they got it from the dark web. They are grenades easily throwable

The training is only for whiteshirts, greenshirts, and orangeshirts, since you're a blueshirt you are exempted from training

For Laker City, a bank is being sieged by the military however locals can do the first aid and riot control, you simply continue your tasks in Civet City

Your next task: A defaulter lost a lot of blood, provide saline solution before the ambulance arrives

[Nacrad]

Kjanurivpolis, Crabaiaia
2 Dec 2020.

William arrived at the local airport, feeling the cold air's tingle, "Jesus Christ, and I thought Nacrad was cold." He mumbled to himself, as he took a cab to the First Aid HQ in the city. Pulling his suitcase behind him he reported to the director, "I'm William, nice to meet you. Any orders for me as of now?" He asked, clearly jetlagged from his journey.

[Crabaiaia]

Kjanurivpolis, Crabaiaia
2 Dec 2020.

William arrived at the local airport, feeling the cold air's tingle, "Jesus Christ, and I thought Nacrad was cold." He mumbled to himself, as he took a cab to the First Aid HQ in the city. Pulling his suitcase behind him he reported to the director, "I'm William, nice to meet you. Any orders for me as of now?" He asked, clearly jetlagged from his journey.

OOC: Kjanurivpolis is cold only in the winter, which is right now, most of time, it's Mediterranean Hot.

"Ah, you're the volunteer from Nacrad, there is a peaceful protest near the Athenian Market square, in case it turns into riots, provide help to the injured"

[Crabaiaia]

After 2 days of waiting for a fresh supply of sniper rifles to arrive, the Civil Guard deployed to the Subia Bank now leave their makeshift camp and prepare to open fire on the bank, again.

"Okay, team this has been a bit difficult, let's do it better this time, now that we have sniper rifles, SHOOT THEM IN THE HEAD!' says the Captain of the Company sent to recapture the Subia Bank
"SIR, YES, SIR" yells the troops in the Civil Guard
"OPEN THE DOOR, 3, 2, 1..."
*bursts open door*
*shoots Mafiaistas*
*Successfully kills 8 Mafiaistas*
*Successfully kills 8 Mafiaistas but some Crabaiaians die*
*Successfully kills 4 Mafiaistas but some Crabaiaians die*
"OKAY, GOOD JOB TEAM, LET'S PROGRESS!"
"Open the door to the security in, 3, 2, 1..."
*Bursts open door*
"OPEN FIRE!"
*shoots Mafiaistas*
*Fails to shoot Mafiaistas*
*Successfully kills 8 Mafiaistas*
*Fails to shoot Mafiaistas*
*Successfully kills 7 Mafiaistas*
"GOOD JOB, MOVE TO THE VAULT!"
"Open the vault, in 3, 2, 1"
*opens vault*
"Shit, sir, killer lasers, sir"
"Let's use our skills to overpass this"
"There's 5 layers, sir"
"JUST GO, DIE FOR YOUR COUNTRY"
"SIR, YES, SIR"
*Successfully passes laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Successfully passes laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Successfully passes laser*
*Fails to pass laser*
*Successfully passes laser*
*Successfully passes laser but someone dies*
"Okay, now we're in the vault, if we open this door, there will be Mafiaistas, but since we lost 10 of our men, let's lay back" says the Captain.

2/3 of the bank have been successfully recaptured, currently 20 Civil Guards have died during the siege and 40 Mafiaistas have been killed by Civil Guard.

[Old Tanokiana]

"Jesus Christ, is that a shooting? Shouldn't we go over and provide aid?"
This was the first commotion he heard that he's all too familiar with, he asked for directions towards the gun fire, he arrives at the Bank recapturing, four other medical volunteers join him. Learning about the reports of 20 possibly dead officers, he's disappointed. "Here I thought the Civil Guard could competently clear a building, can't wait to see the replay of the situation." His disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined, nonetheless, as a Medic, he has to help out the officers if they could potentially make it, and this Police tape sure as hell won't stop him. Luckily for him, the four Medics who joined him brought their kits, so at least he won't be alone in dealing with all the blood. Danlend though to himself: "Assuming the officers were wearing plates, they should hopefully make it..."

[Crabaiaia]

"Jesus Christ, is that a shooting? Shouldn't we go over and provide aid?"
This was the first commotion he heard that he's all too familiar with, he asked for directions towards the gun fire, he arrives at the Bank recapturing, four other medical volunteers join him. Learning about the reports of 20 possibly dead officers, he's disappointed. "Here I thought the Civil Guard could competently clear a building, can't wait to see the replay of the situation." His disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined, nonetheless, as a Medic, he has to help out the officers if they could potentially make it, and this Police tape sure as hell won't stop him. Luckily for him, the four Medics who joined him brought their kits, so at least he won't be alone in dealing with all the blood. Danlend though to himself: "Assuming the officers were wearing plates, they should hopefully make it..."

"It's a siege, the Fabulous Mafia held the Defense Commander captive, also 10 of the soldiers have been dead for 3 days now, you cannot save them.

[Old Tanokiana]

"It's a siege, the Fabulous Mafia held the Defense Commander captive, also 10 of the soldiers have been dead for 3 days now, you cannot save them.

"Well, the gun fire suggests that there are others. And besides, what happened to the 10? They bled out? Guess primum non nocere is out the window. Any idea when we'll be given the all-clear to attend the wounded?"

[Crabaiaia]

"It's a siege, the Fabulous Mafia held the Defense Commander captive, also 10 of the soldiers have been dead for 3 days now, you cannot save them.

"Well, the gun fire suggests that there are others. And besides, what happened to the 10? They bled out? Guess primum non nocere is out the window. Any idea when we'll be given the all-clear to attend the wounded?"

"Yeah, pretty much"
"For a possible schedule, if we can free the Defense Commander by tomorrow, we can possibly tend to the wounded"

[Old Tanokiana]

"Yeah, pretty much"
"For a possible schedule, if we can free the Defense Commander by tomorrow, we can possibly tend to the wounded"

"Guess we're hosting funerals now, they'll bleed out before tomorrow, but I understand the need for our safety, still, is there nothing we can do to get them out of there?"

[Crabaiaia]

"Yeah, pretty much"
"For a possible schedule, if we can free the Defense Commander by tomorrow, we can possibly tend to the wounded"

"Guess we're hosting funerals now, they'll bleed out before tomorrow, but I understand the need for our safety, still, is there nothing we can do to get them out of there?"

"The Civil Guard will camp in the vault and fight the FM until the DC is free"

[Countesia]

Kjanurivpolis, Crabaiaia

---

Dwight and one hundred fellow riot police stood before a pulsating crowd of fat, sweaty fedora tipping incels. The sheer stench of B.O and dick cheese assaulted their nostrils, one officer could be heard retching. Dwights Nostrils burnt, but he remained un-phased. The angry, sex deprived crowd was closing in on them, holding a variety of crude melee weapons and molotovs. They cried expletives at the officers.

"Fuck off chads!"
"Give us our Stacie's!"
"They owe us!"

Dwight gave a side glance to his fellow officer "They're in range" he boomed in his deep herculean voice. "Fire" he ordered. Almost a dozen canisters of CS gas shot overhead and landed just before the mass of flesh, suddenly clouds of thick smoke erupted from the canisters and the neckbeards recoiled in a frenzy. Almost a third of the group began to retreat, coughing with eyes full of tears. However many still remained, some out of range of the gas which had unfortunately caught an western wind and was blowing away from a majority of the crowd. Some simply desired a raged driven desire of coochie stronger than the chemicals that burnt at every square inch of their body. Enraged, these individuals began to charge the lines with their incredible mass.

"Form shield wall and brace!" Dwight barked as the officers locked their shields. Moments later the sweaty incels impacted the shields with a fleshy slap, furiously bashing at their shields with their weapons. The shield began to be pushed back in parts, but the real plan had just begun

"Section one, open!" Dwight shouted. A part of the shield wall opened and incels began to flood in. After thirty or so, the officers rushed back into seal the wall, shoving back the tide. The stinky virgins who had made it past the shield where descended upon by countless baton wielding officers who soon had beaten them into submission and began cuffing them.

"Section two, open!" Dwight ordered again. Once again the unsuspecting mob flooded their lines and were promptly sealed in, finding themselves in cuffs in no time. The mob began to realise that they were being duped by the riot polices tactics. The mob began to break off in retreat. As the assault against the shield wall began to dwindle, Dwight ordered the next part of his plan

"Mounted, go after them" he spoke into his radio. The shield wall split into two as almost a dozen horse mounted officers began to gallop at the retreating crowd. Countless protesters tripped or caught the business end of a baton and fell to the ground. Officers charged from the shield wall and began cuffing them. Before the night was done, Dwight and his riot officers had arrested almost twice their number.