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by Soldati Senza Confini » Tue Oct 29, 2013 10:56 pm
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by Guadalupador » Wed Oct 30, 2013 6:30 am
by Maineiacs » Wed Oct 30, 2013 7:32 am
by Cesatar » Wed Oct 30, 2013 7:57 am
Extract from EQUINOX Protocol documentation
If more than 50% of Cesatar's landmass falls to the enemy, tactical nuclear strikes are to be authorized.
If more than 75% of Cesatar's landmass is successfully invaded by hostile forces, a high-yield nuclear device is to be installed in the Spire and detonated if the battalions protecting the city fall to enemy forces.
Please Enter Launch Code.
/F3D042FCA0CB3ADDDB56D575FD5EA92BB914CED3
...Correct.
Nuclear Weapon Launches Initialised.
by Maineiacs » Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:04 am
by Zwangzug » Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:15 am
Zwangzug wrote:“Welcome to Eastridge Park for game five of this championship series, between the visiting FTC Mustangs and your Nuel Panthers! It's all tied up at two games apiece, but the momentum has not been going our way. Here with more is Gina Fermi. Gina?”
“Thanks, Dan. After beating the Red-Tails in four games, of course, we had an extra rest day while the Mustangs needed all five to edge out the Worms in, with respect, a weaker semifinal. And it first, it seemed to matter; we were able to get off to a great start out west, edging out game one in the pitcher's duel, and then blowing out game two. But home field advantage has not been kind for us either, with that crushing game three loss and then yesterday's game. Sloppy defense from our guys, and that's what we need to change if we're going to stand a chance tonight...the winner today will take a one-game lead back to the FTC.”
“Indeed they will, Gina. It's a beautiful night in the valley. Stay with us...”
“...The pitch from Strinka. Steidmott lifts it into left field, Derigi drifting back and—she'll make the catch! But they're sending Flin-Gancer, the relay from Scordato is...not in time. Hartmut Flin-Gancer scores the first run of the game, and the Mustangs take the lead 1-0.”
“A disappointing start there for Strinka, he'd been distracted with those pickoffs, yes Flin-Gancer slow so in that sense a surprise for them to risk running him this early, but you know what, it paid off. Strinka spent too much time mixing up pitches and shaking off Kottel, that'll do it, the catcher clearly disappointed at how that panned out. And can you blame him?”
“I can't, Jesse. But I'm sorry to interrupt you, because Gina Fermi wants to cut in.”
“Now? This is the only game on!”
“I know, but she says it's important.”
“Fine. Take it away, Gina.”
“Sorry, gentlemen. We're actually getting reports in from Zwischen that there's been a contagious disease rapidly infecting people across the country, if you remember those flu-like symptoms around the first of April or so, it could be a more virulent strain of that. As of now we advise fans to stay at home, don't take trains, and don't go out in public if you can help it. If you see anyone trying to bite you, please take evasive action.”
“Er...thanks, Gina? And those of us at the ballpark?”
“Down in the valley of Nuel I'd say you're as safe as anywhere. Please remain calm. The government is researching to find a cure, and interregional travel is prohibited, but who'd really want to visit Starways Congress anyway. More on that as it develops...”
“...Hamier winds, delivers, this is swung on and hit hard into right field! McRoy racing around first, he's heading for two! And Cendle will score standing up! It's a tie ballgame!”
“And just listen to this crowd go wild!”
“Is that wild cheering on their favorite team, Jesse? Or wild mobs succumbing to the might of undead hordes in the bleachers?”
“I'm going to guess the former, Dan! But here with more is Gina Fermi.”
“Thanks, guys. A policy change from Zwischen, immediately, the region will be open to visitors who confirm their identity—last time around, once a cure was developed it could pass over international borders so we're hoping the same works out in this case.”
“Has anybody wanted to come?”
“Not to my knowledge, but just leaving the option on the table.”
“And how's that cure progress going?”
“Slowly but surely, I'm optimistic. Unfortunately, the disease continues to spread in the meantime.”
“Gina, any truth to the rumors that Zwangzug has sent special scientific research teams to foreign regions, to combat the epidemic overseas?”
“Haven't heard that, Jesse. Now, whether there are other countries moving around, absolutely, and whether some of them lie within Zwangzug's sphere of influence...well, you know, what exactly is our sphere of influence, I've never been much for geography beyond the baseball diamond. So, perhaps that's what you're thinking of.”
“Thanks, Gina. Anything in Nuel?”
“Well, it's hard to tell. A few flu-like symptoms going around, admittedly, but it could just be the common cold or a bad case of playoff fever. Still, if you're listening on the radio, stay inside, keep an eye on your friends and family members and be ready to move in case of drastic changes. More and more train lines are shutting down to try and localize the threat.”
“All right. Well, it's all tied up here, we'll take it to the sixth...”
“...Both managers on the phone with the bullpen.”
“Is that the bullpen, do you think, Jesse, or might it be the outside world, desperately searching to learn who has or has not been overwhelmed by the ravenous zombies?”
“Can't quite see from this angle, Dan. Is it perhaps time for this date in baseball history?”
“It is not, Jesse, on account of time dilation makes everything screwy.”
“But it's almost October 31. I say, do you know why computer scientists confuse Halloween and Christmas?”
“No, because I'm not from bleeping 102d.”
“Because Oct 31 = Dec 25.”
“That's enough for now, Jesse. Oh here we go, Osdery's got a hold of one! Through the gap in left-center, here comes Cheson, and the Panthers take a 2-1 lead in this game!”
“Though it all seems a bit meaningless at a time like this.”
“On the contrary! I'd like to get this game wrapped up, so we don't have to take it into extra innings!”
“Do you think it's true, then, that we're safe here?”
“I don't know. Gina?”
“Thanks for asking, gentlemen. Unfortunately I have received word that the virus is spreading through the FTC now, yes both of them, so even with the research on the cure—and there've been some promising steps forward—it's still very contagious. The cure could take a while to disperse through the smaller towns.”
“Yes, but then surely the disease will have a hard time reaching them as well?”
“More to the point, Jesse, what about the visitors? They're not going to want to play, are they, with all their loved ones back home plagued by these, these zs! To say nothing of game six or seven...”
“Good point. I think there's a conference at home plate, now, both managers coming out to talk it over...”
What they speak of at home plate, the announcers can't here. Maybe it's the closed trains. Maybe it's the myriads of fans who have come out, who have nowhere else to go. Maybe it's the fact that the Panthers have never won a championship, that the Mustangs' have only come during the old days, that there's still everything to play for here. Maybe they speak of sizbermetrics. Of the inefficacy of sacrifice bunts. Of the faith that, nevertheless, there are things worth sacrificing for. That if they have to make a stand, they might as well do it in the valley, in the first-and-a-half generation city, among the spires.
Of the fact that the Panthers are winning, so if the Mustangs lose, well, it's clearly not the fault of their other concerns, they couldn't hold a lead before then.
And the game goes on. The fans begin to scream, and clap, and an inning later they are still screaming when they declare that they don't care if they never get back.
“It's the top of the ninth, and the Panthers are three outs away from taking a lead back to the FTC!”
“If there's an FTC to go back to.”
“Thanks for your sense of hope, Jesse.”
“Well thanks for yours, assuming they can win the thing, and all, that's very confident of you.”
“Right, then. Gina?”
“It's all eerily quiet here, sad to say. I'm informed that you should probably try and stay off popular social networking sites, to save bandwidth for foreign regions that need to coordinate their relief efforts. This means you, Jesse, no seeking out one-liners from pithy fans.”
“Right you are. And the FTC?”
“Well, it's sort of devolved into both sides blaming the other and refusing to communicate in the other notation, while the zombies run around the east side destroying things and sit around the west side lamenting the dearth of fine brains.”
“So...basically a normal day in the FTC, then.”
“Absolutely, guys. Back to you.”
“Thanks, Gina. The Mustangs are having a hard time solving Deben-Brove, here's another changeup that Kache takes, but it's just over the plate enough. Two and two the count.”
“Kache has been quiet in this series so far, bar that game three of course when the Mustangs were at their galloping best, but even yesterday not so much, of course that called third strike two innings ago ended their threat.”
“Indeed. This one'll be fouled away.”
“Let's pause for station identification!”
“Not now, Jesse.”
“Yes, now. This is WPIM, AM 1000 in Nuel, still a completely human-run organization.”
“Well, I'm not sure about some of our bosses.”
“Well, you know what I mean. No zombies here.”
“The pitch from Deben-Brove. Kache will lift this one—it's going back—to the wall—and it's gone! We have a tie ballgame!”
“And it really just makes you appreciate human ingenuity and the power of projectile motion, doesn't it?”
“Absolutely. And as crushing as this is for the Panthers, you just have to feel for the Mustangs right now, with all that emotion—the uncertainty of what's happening back home, to have met it with this sort of offense. What a hit for Tamaya Kache, that is inspirational. They're mobbing her at home plate...”
“Mobbing her, or trying to bite each other in a feeding frenzy?”
“Going to guess the former, Jesse, but nothing's certain in baseball, as we've just seen. Don't go anywhere, folks, not just because it's not safe, but because we have a tie ballgame on our hands. And on our minds.”
“If not our brainsss...”
“...Past midnight here, another day closer to Halloween per se. Or Hallowmas Eve. Or Reformation Day.”
“Or please-not-with-the-shooting-of-the-Composite-Minister, c'mon, guys, day. Please tell me nobody else has tried to take a shot at him...Gina?”
“Er, no such luck I'm afraid, it's been a bit busy with the infection and all, disgruntled citizens will try and have their way...but everyone's still alive and well that we know of.”
“Well, people die every day, it's a fact of life. Old age, getting lost in the wilderness, zebra maulings...”
“Yes, but nothing too exotic.”
“Zebra maulings are pretty strange.”
“Well, it's been a strange game by any measure—after neither team scored in the tenth, it's onto the bottom of the eleventh, but the Panthers have something going. Runner on second and one away, it'll be Denny Emperas who steps up here to try and win it for the Panthers.”
“It's a great crowd here, no one's gone home, although that might have more to do with the trains shutting down.”
“Fair point, Jesse. The pitch from McKeidmore, taken for a ball.”
“Both teams still have a couple more arms left in their pen, but options on the bench are running thin. After the blowouts in games two and three, the bullpens are probably tired.”
“And this one will be...hit softly into right-center, Sanpaddes is rounding third. They'll send him, but the throw from Kitano is in time—”
“Safe!”
“Out! Kitano nailed him!”
“He's safe—third base umpire, Berta Kosky, made the call!”
“But that's impossible...”
“They're talking it over, look at the replay.”
“Huh. Riblin-Vanza at third didn't have a play to make on Sanpaddes, but look at her in the baseline...I think she's been turned, I think she was trying to bite him!”
“Yeah, the coaches are dragging her off, she doesn't look well. Sanpaddes seems to be okay, the Panthers are surrounding him, but I don't understand...”
“Obstruction!”
“What?”
“They made the right call, defensive obstruction! If you're attempting to bite someone and turn them into a zombie, you're hindering their advancement! Kosky saw it, made the right call, it's a walkoff! Panthers win!”
“Oh, come on. I can believe a zombie apocalypse, that's perfectly normal, but you can't expect me to believe a game in the championship series would end on an obstruction call...!”
“Baseball's a strange game, Jesse. That's all from us—your final score Panthers 3, Mustangs 2, in eleven innings. Thanks for listening, and stay safe. Good night.”
“Wait, hold on. Any word from Gina? How're things in the FTC?”
“I'm happy to say there's been a big step forward over there, actually! Real progress!”
“Oh, thank goodness! The Mustangs will at least have that consolation.”
“Well...no.”
“No? What do you mean?”
“Well, you see, these zombies, or zeds, a nice initialism there, they have a place in popular culture...”
“Oh no...”
“Even if we're all cured, I doubt they'll leave the collective consciousness. A day like this is worth commemorating and, well, the Mustangs?”
“Yeah.”
“Their cross-district rivals have changed their nickname, again.”
The cure was found while the region was in lockdown, and disseminated throughout Zwangzug. Two days later, game six went on as scheduled, and a 2-1 victory gave the Panthers their first ever championship.
by Azurlavai » Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:25 am
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by Cesatar » Wed Oct 30, 2013 1:47 pm
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by Victorious Decepticons » Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:33 pm
Newaswa wrote:What is the greatest threat to your nation?Vallermoore wrote:The Victorious Decepticons.Bluquse wrote:Imperialist, aggressive, and genociding aliens or interdimensional beings that would most likely slaughter or enslave us
rather than meet up to have a talk. :(TurtleShroom wrote:Also, like any sane, civilized nation, we always consider the Victorious Decepticons a clear, present, and obvious threat we must respect, honor, and leave alone in all circumstances. Always fear the Victorious Decepticons.
The Huskar Social Union wrote: ... massive empires of genocidal machines.
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[13:31] <Koyro> I want to be cremated, my ashes put into a howitzer shell and fired at the White House.
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