The Zottish revolution.

[Zottistan]

Today, at 8.40 PM, armed extreme religious ponyists infiltrated the Red Palace, residence of the King, the President and the Premium. The ponies shot and killed several guards. The King and the President are currently being held at ransom. Thankfully, the Premium was away attending a military conference.
The leader of the ponyists, Joy Kabernov, released the following statement:
"The Zottish swine oppress us! They claim to love freedom and equality, but they allow people to preach their hate every day in our streets! Whenever Ponies are massacred in foriegn lands, they complain, they protest, but they never do anything about it! Well, I decree no more! Unless complete control of the Allied States of Zottistan is signed over to me within 48 hours, me and my forces will kill every last human man, woman and child in this land. We have greater numbers than you know."

This resulted in nationwide riots; some people lashed out against ponies. The majority of the pony populace sat quietly back, hiding from vengeful patriots, but an astonishing 35% openly showed support for the terrorists. Premium Harkarov released the following counter-statement:
"Please, we must stop this madness! Zottistan is a peaceful place, we don't want any war! It is because we love peace that we must allow the foreign nations to do as they will with their populace; if we don't, they could come after us! They could invade, and we are not strong enough to defend our sovereignty!"

The riots have ravaged through Zottistan: several of the extremist pony factions have marched on symbols of Zottistan: the Piotorgrad square, the National Academy and the I.A.Z. headquarters among many others.
Meanwhile, the anti-pony rioters have been reported to have killed 160 ponies so far, mor than half of which were innocent.

The situation in the Red Palace has not improved, with a bloodbath forming outside between the extremists and the anti-pony protesters.

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Premium Karl Harkarov, Zottish military conference room, undisclosed location

This was a sad day for Zottistan. The great and peaceful nation had been cast into utter chaos in less than three hours.
Premium Harkarov walked into the conference room, solomnly greeting the generals and marshals around the table. He sat, taking a sip from the glass of water next to his spot.
"Gentlemen, we need action," he said.
"We can't just kill them. That goes against Zottish spirit," replied one of the generals.
"Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"But still," said another general, "Our army isn't strong enough to take on the protesters since the president cut almost all the funding. How we managed to afford this place is beyond me."
The Premium rubbed his temples. "We can't do anything: it would be un-Zottish and very difficult...we could inform the national community, however.

Shortly afterward, the following communiqué was released:

EMERGENCY COMUNIQUÉ

FROM: PREMIUM KARL HARKAROV OF ZOTTISTAN
TO: THE INTERNATIONAL COMMUNITY

We would like to ask for assistance in a very pressing prediciment: a coup that is being attempted on our government. These terrorists are evil: they corrupt the beautiful idea of ponyism and would violate our fair nation with fascism. We urge you all to help us. Zottistan needs your help.

“Pax, pax per effecta”

[Zottistan]

BUMP.

[Durmatagno]

From: The Council of the Black Hand, War council for the Durmainian Empire
To: PREMIUM KARL HARKAROV OF ZOTTISTAN

We, as your allies for many years, have dispatched our nearest regiments to help you in this, your greatest time of need, they will be there in less then six hours and will set up wherever you want them, the local commander for these regiments is Admiral Soul, any and all requests for their movements are to go through him, otherwise we are deploying small squads to your cities to serve as riot control, we will not abandon you because you have nothing left to offer to our military like we have done to so many, you are worthy to be true allies.

[TurtleShroom]

HOLY REPUBLIC OF TURTLESHROOM
MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS
HEADMASTER OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS

ZOTTISTAN:

Fallen! Fallen has another nation to the merciless, cruel, evil hooves of the sentient horses and their ideological cancer across all lands, that vile Ponyist doctrine!

Once again, horses have defiled the govenrments ordained by God in sovereign nations and topple legitimate regimes in place since time immemorial, never once thinking of the peole they affect or the lives they ruin.

Sentient horses, with their thirst for land and expansionism, have reared their ugly heads and resulted in the destruction of still another realm. Will it ever end?

The Holy Republic of TurtleShroom hereby enacts its traditional Anti-Pony Policy for Zottistan: anything with a pulse willing to stage a counterrevolution will receive meat, lettuce, cotton (in the form of clothes and uniforms), oats, weapons, ammunition, and other such supplies to wage all-out revolt to restore SOMETHING that isn't run by horses.
The shipments will begin immediately and will be funded from the Law and Order Budget's immense surplus. TurtleShroom will not commit any military force or boots on the ground without explicit public referenda.

God have mercy on us all!


Signed,
-Maven Outtacountry, Headmaster of Foreign Affairs of the Holy Republic of TurtleShroom

[Zottistan]

President Piotor Djokovitch
Piotorgrad,
Red Palace

"What're we gonna do, Piotor?" hissed King Josef.
"I don't know," replied Piotor. Thirteen hours had passed since Kabernov released his demands. "I had hoped that Karl would have gotten us out by now."
"Shut up!" said one of the ponies, giving Piotor an unmerciful kick. The president sprawled out on the floor.
Joy Kabernov entered the room.
"Your "friends" don't seem to be doing much to help you," he said with a dark smile. "They don't have long. Maybe if we show them that we mean business..."
He turned to one of the other ponies. "Kill their beloved monarch."
"With pleasure," said the pony. He walked over to King Josef, placing the gun to his head.
To Piotors eternal pride, the King did not panic. He did not squirm. He faced his death with the grumpy old man mentality that he approached everything with.
"I've lived a long life," said the King. "I've seen revolutionaries like you before. They always meet a sticky end."
The pony pulled the trigger.

[TurtleShroom]

NATIONSTATES
ZOTTISTAN

A distress signal from the remnants of the Zittostani government, following the letter from TurtleShroom, managed to make it to TurtleShroom and be decoded to AM frequency. It wasn’t anything but a “HELP!!”, but it was enough.

TurtleShroom’s military was autonomous. It was its own power, its own force, and a mighty thing when it faced an enemy it was designed to handle, but doomed if it didn’t see that genre of enemy.
The only leash on the militant side of the Holy Republic was a single sentence from the Constitution of TurtleShroom, and the people’s vote.

The Great Awakening bombings had literally caused TurtleShroom’s neo-conservative war policies to vanish. The military didn’t share the same opinion as the government, though.
After all, the military’s entire budget was absolved, the nuclear weapons nationalized and moved to police maintenance, and the only purpose of Defense spending, which was once twenty percent of the realm’s fiscal appropriations (now teetering in a wretched three percent), was for salaries, veterans’ pensions, and necessary maintenance for existing soldiers and bases.
Arms manufacturing was as strong as ever, but the military didn’t have the cash to even purchase weapons, much less get the best ones. The generals’ claims that the military only got recruits “on a dare” and “had rations that couldn’t feed a pig” were not too far off from the truth!

When the news of Zottistan came to militaristic ears, the top brass was quite pleased. Zottistan wasn’t too far from the doubly landlocked TurtleShroom in geographic scope. In fact, it was less than the distance from TurtleShroom to the shore where Greater Imperial Japanese Dystopia laid in the seas. Heck, it was a little farther than Haiz.

This was the closest Ponyist coup to TurtleShroom yet. Only Yellow Apple, which was founded by ponies for ponies, and floated in colossal airships, ever got closer to the nation.

…-and the military knew this.

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It came to pass that the top brass of TurtleShroom decided to band together in a meeting room to cobble together their ambitious goal to finally get some boots on the ground and funding in the coffers. Sentient ponies had record high disapproval ratings, with almost ninety percent of TurtleShroomers surveyed agreeing that they needed to be banned and monitoried without cessation.

Zottistan was close enough for the military to pitch to Congress and to the voting public a Declaration of War. This was it!


“We shouldn’t commit our men to a country we’ve never heard of and a landscape we don’t know ‘bout.” a non-commissioned Master Sergeant commented. The mushroom was the lowest ranked being in the room.

“Well, the troops are itchin’ to do somethin’. Sittin’ around like far-men when there ain’t a far is really frustratin’ to all a’us. Smugglin’ stuff ta anti-Pony rebels ain’t a military operation.” replied General Sherman, a turtle and identical twin brother to General Tecumseh (affectionately called General Otaku), who nodded.

“We need more allies. The hawses are everywhere.” Tecumseh said plainly.

“Invadin’ Zottistan ain’t just gettin’ rid’a hawses, it’s also getting an ally. Our allies ain’t the greatest a’folk.” Sherman explained, as the Master Sergeant nodded hesitantly.

Both turtle brothers smiled to each other, thinking they made a point.

“We gots a ragtag group of misfits and oddities fer allies. There’s the Steele Pact, a haws realm, two nations teetering on total civil war, imperialist commies, a dying race, a city in a desert, and an extremely far-off stratocracy. They ain’t all too very good folks t’ trust. Fer one, none of ‘em are religious, and most of ‘em ain’t even capitalist. They could turn on us if they saw it appropriate, ‘specially the commies. The nations we are especially friendly to, sadly, are the farthest away.” a third general, this one a human sporting a large Saddam Hussein style mustache, added, clasping his hands together.

“-but how would we wage this war? If that is what we should even do?” the Master Sergeant, ever skeptical, stated.

“We establish contact with whatevuh’s left’a Zottistan and go from thar. We don’t declare or dedicate any soldier ‘till we know our enemy, know our land, and know they can be saved. No life’s worth a budget increase.” Tecumseh said.

“Ah’ight.” the rest of the soldiers said, as they began to consider their message.

[The Bananatrian Reich]

"What's this..." siad the Generalissimo, looking through th reports from Zottistan. Ponies. Oh, how he detested ponies.
"Zottistan, sir," said his assistant. "A liberal communist swineland, under pony riots and hostage situations."
"Communist?" said the Generalissimo. "You know what to do, then. Punish them for their swine-like behaviour."

HEIL! AAAAACHTUNG!

FROM THE GREAT GERMAN-SPANISH REICH OF BANANATRIA

TO THE COMMUNIST SWINELAND OF ZOTTISTAN

Viva la resistance! We fully support the brave, progressive actions of these ponies, and would like to gift them with a small Bananatrian army of 9,000 troops from our PferdBrigade, or Pony Brigade. They will be airdropped to the Red Palace in approx four hours. They will be placed under your fair control.

HEIL DAS GENERALISSIMO!

[Zottistan]

Joy Kabernov,
The Red Palace,
Piotorgrad

"We have a message from some far-off banana republic... creatively named "the Bananatrian Reich"," said one of the ponies.
"What does it say?" asked Kabernov, trying in vain to wash the King's blood from his hoof.
"Say's their giving us some 9,000 pony troops to help."
"Really?" said Kabernov, genuinely surprised. "Well, that's nice of them. When are they due to arrive?"
"Four hours, sir."
Kabernov nodded, scrubbing his hoof furiously. "Send another message to Harakov. Tell him we're waiting.

Karl Harakov,
Zottish military summit,
undisclosed location

Piotorgrad had become a battlefield between the extremists and the anti-pony rioters. Kranov had become completely pony; the extremists had killed everyone in the city. The National Academy had been burned to the ground. A single pony had driven the entire country into the dirt.
"Mr Premium, sir, we have a message from the pony."
"Show it."

Hello, Mr Premium. It may interest you to know that we have reinforcements inbound from the fair land of the Bananatrian Reich. 9,000 well-trained ponies are due to arrive in the Red Palace in four hours. With them, we will bring Piotorgrad to it's knees. And when Piotorgrad falls, so shall Zottistan.
It may also be of interest to tell you that you have seven hours left to sign the military over before we kill Mr Djokovitch. Not that we need the military, let's be honest, the Zottish Military isn't worth squat.

Faithfully, Joy Kabernov

"Dammit..." said the Premium, rubbing his temples once more. "Any good news?"
"We have aid incoming from Durmatagno, and reason to believe that the Holy Empire of TurtleShroom may be planning to help."
Great, thought the Premium, Relying on capitalists for help.

[Fanara]

The Fanaran Dark Fuhrer examined the events in Zottistan closely. Teh ponies involved in the nations struggle seemed by far much darker than most ponies. Perhaps it would be of the greter evil to aid them. He began to write a telegram to the Zottish premium.

To the Zottish Premium Karl Harkarov
From the Holy Shadow Fuhrer of Fanara

It hast come to our attention zhat your nation is under sreat from zese fascist ponies. Ve vould like to inform you zhat zhey have gained our alliance. It is in our interests to inform you of zhis so zhat you may see zhat your land ist doomed. It varms us to see zhat a fellow Deutsch land, nameey zhe Bananatrian Reich, hast joined zhe ponies.

Heil Die Divine Darkness!

After this, 14,000 DarkTruppen were dispatched to Zottistan, due to arrive at the farthest eastern coast in seven hours.

[The Bananatrian Reich]

The LuftBananaTruppen arrived at the Red Palace, and the military ponies descended into the square. They immediately set about killing every non-equine lifeform in the square. Once they were finished, their commander, General Blaue Schwarze, walked into the Palace. He was greeted by Kabernov near enough to the door.
"Hello!" siad Kabernov, raising his hoof in a sign of peace. "You are the Bananatrians, I presume."
"Ja," said Blaue. "You vill have to sorry me, mein Russian ist nicht very gut."
Kabernov nodded. "Of course. Now, tell me, is there a plan of action?"
"Ja, ja. Follow me."
The General lead Kabernov out into the coartyard.
"Woah," said the Russian, taking in the massive force of armed ponies now at his disposal.
"Djana!" called Blaue. "Bring die plan!"
A green pony came over, tugging a large chalkboard behind her.
Blaue set about explaining the plan. It was pretty basic. All they were planning to do was capture the hospital, the subway and the other important areas, then massacre everything that moved on two legs.
"Good plan," siad Kabernov.

[TurtleShroom]

The generals had made their decision. The Master Sergeant of the group was tasked with writing the official letters to Zottistan and then to Congress.

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HOLY REPUBLIC OF TURTLESHROOM
ARMY OF TURTLESHROOM

TO ANYTHING THAT’S LEFT OF GOD’S LEGITIMATELY ORDAINED GOVERNMENT OF ZOTTISTAN:

WE, THE LEADERS OF THE MILITARY COMMITTEES OF TURTLESHROOM, IN THE ARMY, NAVY, AND NOOKULAR FORCES, HAVE AGREED TO AID YOU WITH A FULL COMMITMENT AND ALL-OUT WAR AGAINST THE PONYISTS THAT ARE SLAUGHTERING YOUR PEOPLE.

THIS WILL INCLUDE BOOTS ON THE GROUND, INVASIONS, AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU DEEM NECCESARY TO WAGE WAR AGAINST THESE SATANIC, GENOCIDAL PONIES.

THIS LETTER IS TO BE IMMEDIATELY RECEIVED AND DELIVERED TO THE HIGHEST-SURVIVING CIVILLIAN OFFICER OF ZOTTISTAN FOR IMMEDIATE REPLY. IF NO CIVILLIANS REMAIN, THE HIGHEST MILITARY OFFICER WILL SUFFICE, AND IF EVEN THEY ARE DEAD, WE’LL KEEP CALLING.

WE REQUIRE YOUR PERMISSION TO INTERVENE, BUT IF YOU DO NOT RESPOND WITHIN SEVEN DAYS, EXCLUDING THE SABBATH, WE WILL ASSUME YOUR GOVERNMENT HAS BEEN TOTALLY WIPED OUT AND WILL, IF CONGRESS APPROVES, BEGIN MILITARY ACTION.

YOU WILL BE LIBERATED FROM THE DEVIL HORSES. WE PROMISE YOU FULL COMMITMENT.


MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON US ALL,
-THE ARMED FORCES OF TURTLESHROOM


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Your telegram to the Allied States of Zottistan has been wired.

[Calimera]

If it's OK with you. Calimera will send 2000 soldiers to protect the state against the 'ponies.' And an international blocked will be settled if the ponyist state will be leading.

[Zottistan]

OFFICIAL ZOTTISH COMUNIQUÉ

FROM: Karl Harkarov, Premium of the Allied Zottish States
TO: The Government of the Holy Empire of Turtleshroom

You have our permission to engage, however, please refrain from the needless murder of innocent ponies. We do not want innocent blood on our hands. All we need is for you to eliminate the cancerous belligerents, namely the Bananatrian Ponies, the Fanaran forces, and the dangerous anti-establishment protesters. Any pony who actively engages in conflict with your troops can be considered dangerous. Base your judgement on threat of the pony rather than belief of said pony.

With great thanks,
Karl Harkarov.

OOC: Calimera, okedoke. Post ICly, though.

[Wisconsin7]

Communique to: all parties interested and involved in the current Ponyist uprising on Zottistan, most importantly the true government of Zottistan, the Ponyist rebels, and the Bananatrian Reich.
From: United Socialist States of Wisconsin7


This is a public message, available to any nation, corporation, or individual who wishes to see it. The USSW has officially declared war on the Bananatrian Reich and the Ponyist rebels in Zottistan. USSW forces will arrive in Zottistan in forty-eight hours, and Bananatria in seventy-two. Until this time, withdrawal will be accepted. Once troops have landed in Zottistan, the declaration of war will be finalized, and we will fight a total war with weapons conventional, nuclear, and space-based. This is your last chance to secure peace for your people. We advise that you take it.


Signed, President BBJBS, USSW


END TRANSMISSION

[Ainin]

Official Declaration by the Foreign Affairs Department of Ainin

We condemn this unlawful coup to install a genocidal regime bent on murdering every single human in the nation. We also are disgusted that many nazis are helping the ponies kill innocent civilians. We still recognise the Communist(-ish) Government as the TRUE LEGITIMATE GOVERNMENT OF ZOTTISTAN. We will donate 2.3 million NSD for you to spend ONLY ON stuff to help your civilian populace from getting slaughtered.

Karen Y. Williams
Subdepartment of Civilian protection

[Wisconsin7]

New Madison, 0835 NMST

Presidential Residence


President BBJBS-short for his real name, which he would never reveal- was now issuing instructions to his generals.
"Alright, let's have ten thousand troops to Zottistan and two hundred thousand to Bananatria. They'll probably put up a much bigger fight than those lousy ponies in Zottistan. I want two hundred super-transport airships, loaded up with short-range transport helicopters and a thousand soldiers each. Send this force to Bananatria, 10 supers to Zottistan, same load. Send another fifty to Bananatria with airplanes, 15 to Zottistan. How many planes will that be total?"
A nearby aide had been calculating how many aircraft would be involved; each super could hold a hundred fighters, that was 6,500 airplanes. Each helicopter could carry a hundred troops, each airship could carry fifteen of those-ten to carry the troops, five for backup-which was another two thousand aircraft. The total of airplanes, airships and helicopters came out to 8,750 aircraft, and the she told him so.
"Well, looks like we're going into the largest military operation in our history."
They were at the presidential airship by now, and as soon as the President was on board it would lift off.
He smiled a little as he said, "Those ponies won't know what him them."

[TurtleShroom]

NATIONSTATES
ZOTTISTAN

Having sent the official communiqué, now it was time for the TurtleShroomian soldiers to pitch their reasons to the only check the autonomous military had in this nation.

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TO: THE CONGRESS, ACTING ON WILL OF THE PEOPLE AND OF THE LORD JESUS, OF THE HOLY REPUBLIC OF TURTLESHROOM

FROM: THE ARMED FORCES OF TURTLESHROOM

CIVILLIANS OF POWER:

In pursuance and obedience to our one earthly master, the Constitution of TurtleShroom, we hereby submit to you, for immediate and fast-tracked consideration, a request to send to the Masses of this realm a request for war.

The target is the Allied States of Zottistan, and the enemy to be fought is a Ponyist band of rebels and terrorists committing genocide with anything that isn’t a horse.

The second target is Oppressed Peoples of The Bananatrian Reich, a puny, weakling little realm of six million.

Here is our casus belli…
{THIS INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED AND NOT FOR THE PUBLIC}

Thank you.

God’s Will be done,
-The Armed Forces of TurtleShroom


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All debate in Congress on the gambling regulations and cell phone NS Issues immediately halted as a soldier herald entered the room waving a camouflaged colored envelope. Only the loudness of the roller coasters rumbling through the chambers interrupted the silence.

“CONGRESS OF TURTLESHROOM, THE MILITARY WISHES TO REFER TO THE CIVILIANS OF THE REALM, A REFERENDUM.”

The Senators looked at one-another and whispered about the provisions. Aides made quick copies of the bill and handed them out to each of the four hundred ninety nine lawmakers, and one to the Judgemaster.


A short time later, all Senators had finished reading the bill and swore under oath that they had fully read it. The Judgemaster paused, and then spoke.

“There is no time for debate. All in favor of authorizing a public referendum for a declaration of war and military force on Zottistan’s rebels, say aye.”

“AYE.”

“All opposed? …………………….what? There’s not ONE man, turtle, or fungus in here that doesn’t want a war on ponies?”

“No one likes ponies, Your Honor.” a Senator called out in the back.

“Well… send it on then.”

He paused.

“All in favor of referring to the Masses an authorization of military force on Banana… Banana-whatever?”

”AYE!”

“All opposed?

“NAY!”

“The nays h-“

“I call for a count.”

“Any seconding?”

“Seconded.”

“Seconded.”

The Judgemaster nodded and a screen was pulled down from the ceiling. Some cheap overhead projectors were wheeled into the room and aides passed out ballots for each Senator.

Jeopardy music began playing. The Senators wrote their ballots and stood up to cast them at a box in the front of the legislative chamber.
As the ballots were counted, aides took dry-erase markers and tallied the yes and no votes.

“All right. It seems we have two hundred fifty… one votes for NAY. There were one hundred AYE, and the rest abstained. There will not be referenda on Banana World.”

The Judgemaster banged his gavel on his desk.

“The Zottistan bill is to be referred IMMEDIATELY to the people!”

The Allied States of Zottistan have sent out an urgent distress call. Sentient horses are committing mass genocide on all non-equestrian creatures in cold blood.
The Military of TurtleShroom has opted to go to war. The casus belli is to defend a nation from the cancers of Ponyism, and to prevent successful infiltration of Zottistan. Zottistan is far too close to TurtleShroom to ignore; only tiny vassal states and buffer zones stand between the two realms.

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Shall the Holy Republic of TurtleShroom declare war on the rebels of Zottistan?

[ ] YES
[ ] NO
[ ] ABSTAIN

{OOC: It would actually take TurtleShroom one to three weeks to count all the ballots of a very politically active/high-turnout populace. Ballots are done on paper and pencil and are counted and checked by hand. Since I’m lazy, I’ll just pretend the vote has come to pass in my next post, to bring it up to right now. You’ll get your results immediately. }

[Zottistan]

Piotor Djokovitch,
Red Palace,
Piotorgrad

Kabernov walked into the room, spitting on the king's corpse, which had yet to be cleaned up.
"Guess what?" asked the pony.
The President said nothing.
"Two days. That's how long Harkarov had to submit. He didn't, so I'm very sorry, Mr President. But, before I end your pathetic, homosapien existence, I want you to know this. We have an army. Our rioters have their supporters; the Bananatrian Pferdbrigade and the armies of Fanara have joined our ranks. Zottistan will fall, and I shall rise. I will use "ponyism" as a giuse to earn the trust of other nations, but I really don't care for all that "peace and love" crap. I will make Zottistan into a strong, militant land, the likes of which has not been seen since the collapse of the Third Reich. But now, sir, goodbye."
Kabernov lifted the .44 magnum in his hoof, pausing to enjoy the vain defiance on Djokovitch's face.
He pulled the trigger.

[Wisconsin7]

The Black Ops forces that had been moving into position around the Palace dropped the moment that they heard the gunshot. They were on radio silence, so they didn't know what had happened. One of the men looked up through a window, and saw several ponies standing near two human corpses. One of the ponies was holding a pistol. Both bodies had gunshot wounds in the head, and one of them was still bleeding. It was too bad that the soldiers hadn't arrived a few minutes earlier; they might have been able to save the man. Well, it didn't matter, they could find out who it was after they took the palace.
The leader of the platoon signaled to move in; the soldiers burst through the windows and opened fire on the ponies, although only trying to hit arms and legs. They were expert shots, trained for years. The pony with the pistol fired off two shots, hitting one of the human soldiers in the shoulder and sending him to the floor; one of the soldiers shot him several times in the arm.
"Secure the room! There's more of them somewhere!"
The soldiers overturned the tables and took cover, pointing there rifles at the doors. Radio silence had been lifted, and they had special receivers that could listen in on enemy transmissions. The guards in the palace-pony guards; they had conquered the place a few days ago-were preparing to take the room. Three soldiers put their pistols to the heads of the ponies. Another soldier was identifying the bodies on the ground, and sending photos of the ponies to Intel. "Get ready," yelled the leader, "They're about to breach!"

[The Grand World Order]

Federation Strategic Weapons Facilities- across the globe

Another Pony revolution, or at least, an attempt at one. Needless to say, the GWO Government wasn't approving of either side; sure, they hated the Ponies more, but the official tying of Fascism and Ponyism by the Zottistani Government was enough to warrant a glassing on its own.

The GWO was preparing for the outcome of the revolution. Heavy ICBMs carrying 75MT warheads and MIRVs containing high amounts of smaller (but still strategic-yield) warheads were sitting in their silos, primed to fire. As the GWO had demonstrated with Vorshka, it was taking this new threat of Ponyism very seriously. Not even the Furries commanded so much attention, though that isn't to say that GWO didn't exterminate them. However, the GWO wasn't going to nuke every Pony-dominant nation it came across; the mindset of the Zottistani Government was hostile to Fascist troops, and ICBMs would be the easiest way to deal with them.

At this moment, the Spire's Strategic Command offices were busy drawing up invasion plans for every single "Ponyist" nation, with the intent to annihilate the species.

Mankind had a new enemy, and the GWO would be damned if they didn't destroy it.

[Crystalcliff Point]

To: The Grand World Order
From: Anonymous
Encryption: Light
Transmitted from: Falsified.
Subject: The Gene Seed

What you're doing is rather silly, stupid at worst. You seem to be acting as if ponies are an inherent thread to humans. Do you know how much your species predates them? How much humanity outnumbers them?

Much research is being dumped into these "equine sapiens" by myself regarding their speedy evolution. What caused it, how, and why. Further damage to my ability to study them will be responded to appropriately.

The grimalkin spat out the now candyless lollipop stick. So he genuinely believes that Vorshka was annihilated. Humans never were particularly bright. Laughing, she pulled out a bright pink lollipop unwrapped it and regarded it with mild interest. It's like that pony. I should send her a gift basket. What's her name again? Something pie. Apple pie? Cutie Pie? Whatever. I'll look at my logs.

[Tinsuvilia]

TINSUVILIAN TRIPLE ALLIANCE

[FROM THE] TINSUVILIAN CO-ALITION
[TO THE] CIVIL RIGHTS VIOLATORS

It's come to the Co-Alition's attention that nations have banded together in a vigilante style lynch mob on a national scale to exterminate a society, due to their not-so-normal-appearances or not-so-normal-behaviors regarding talking equine.

This is in total breach of their civil rights in the nation of Zottistan and should be taken as a pre-meditated, purposeful breach of national sovereignty with the intention to eradicate an entire peoples.

If the nations banded together in the aforementioned lynch mob continue on their violent, mission of massacre, Tinsuvilian armed intervention will be forced to re-stabilize the area with extreme prejudice against those attackers who deem it necessary to carry out their "final solution".

[TurtleShroom]

The polls closed in TurtleShroom, and the generals smiled wickedly with their results.

RESULTS:
Shall the Holy Republic of TurtleShroom declare war on the rebels of Zottistan?

[X] YES (97.3%; 2,002,559,111
[ ] NO (2%; 5,088,132)

"Gentlemen," a new, very light voice in the room said, "It's time... for WAR. Heeeheeeheheeeheee.........."

[The Grand World Order]

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((OOC: No communique has been made. Unless you're hiding out within the Spire's mid-to-upper floors, you wouldn't know my intentions.))

Official Communique of the Fascist Federation

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High Earth Orbits over the Grand World Order
Imperial and Royal Space Intelligence Group „Wilcke” Nr. 7
Exercise PINNACLE NUC-FLASH

While the merry affair of the new Grand World Order policy of nuke ponies on sight was being readied, several satellites out of the Air Arm was conducting overpasses of the Grand World Order. Knowing fully well that they could lose a few of them in the process but the Hofkriegsrath was nevertheless quite determined to use any means necessary to make the fascists realise the inherent risks of their nuke-on-sight policy. All gathered data was being fed live down to the Szent Istvàn with her state of the art communications platforms and from there back home to the Evidenzbureau for processing.
Other satellites were surveying Vorshka for the after effects of the new GWO-policy.