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If you can it would be Extremely Expensive
NS keeps throwing Political issues at me that don't even affect PF, and are hella confusing.
Strala, Bunnies, The Pacific Ring, and The Municipalities of Antarctica
Post by Bucre suppressed by a moderator.
hard to say
If your transporting material or equipment, probably in the trillions
If it’s just people, billions.
SpaceX times 5, if you want it fast as possible.
https://i.imgur.com/RbMSO7i.png This is Erika, btw.
i don't exactly require speed..
I once got an issue to start the cultural revolution in Strala. I dismissed it so quickly that I disappointed Maoism.
Bunnies, The Municipalities of Antarctica, and Wubdich
ATTENTION FOLLOW WORSHIPPERS OF THE FAITH! IT IS ALMOST NEARING THE END OF TODAYS FEASTING! IF YOU HAVE NOT CONSUMED AT LEAST TWO GALLONS OF ALCOHOL THEN UMBREON MAY OR MAY NOT VISIT YOU WHILE YOU SLEEP! I ADVIZE YOU GET FINISH WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT TO DRINK! THE MELIOUS GOVERNMENTS WOULD ALSO LIKE TO REMIND YOU TO DRIVE SAFELY AND SOBER!
If you'd send something to Ancaps (on Mars) it would take a week or two until you reach him with conventional rockets
Strala and Alantic empire
Greetings, I have written another short story-esque factbook about my nation's past chaotic political history, this time it's vaguely about how we deal with radicals when they step out of line. However, I am not quite unsure if this factbook is way too violent for NS standards and have to tone it down a little or delete it entirely. So, I would like to hear your opinions and leave a upvote if you liked my writing.
Fritz Braun has always clamored for a civil war, with every preceived threat (reforms) to the status-quo being always insisted as a civilization ending catastrophe. The fact the general media simply viewed him as a mostly harmless 'centre liberal' journalist just because he self-proclaims himself to be one is bizarrely baffling.
A popular cartoon show with its main cast majority comprising mostly of Faunus characters, and even Faunus voice actors? This is how Human civilization falls!
A history book detailing the past atrocities against both Humans and Faunus under the rule of former long-defunct empires? This is how Human civilization falls!
A game developer deciding to self-censor more explicit nudity in their games to improve their image to the general public? This is how Human civilization falls!
He receives six figures salary for malding and seething in rage like a manchild in front of millions while complaining about how hes being oppressed by the state.
Always fear-mongering about racial tensions while fighting tooth and nail to stonewall attempts to properly address it once and for all, not all that quite shocking considering what his delusional and paranoid followers actually meant by 'racial tensions' is Faunus (people who possess with animal traits) simply speaking up to end the injustice inflicted upon them by most kingdoms of Remnant, disportionately dominated by humans. Downplaying and even outright denial of the SDC and other corporations horrific exploitation of Faunus labour spearheaded by reactionaries like Braun received generous financial aids from the very same corporatio-
Three trucks holding thirty-five heavily armed balaclava-wearing men in grey jumpsuits swiftly dropped off and marched upon the steps of a large state complex. Gunshots echo throughout the ancient pillared hallways of the former Altesian local state capitol as Braun's men stormed it facing little to no resistance aside from a lone elderly janitor refusing them entry which led to Fritz personally rewarding the old man's stubborness with a bullet between his eyes. The suspicious lifelessness of the state building didn't concern him at all, what matters are reports of Premier Livi acceptance of the various reforms from the race traitors in the parliament which will result in accelerating of the imminent collaspe of Remnant's pure & superior human civilization into a abyss of degeneracy and misecegenation, where Faunus scum would surely hold absolute mastery over mankind as they know it. Fritz orders his men to hastily barricade windows and entrances of the building.
He orders men to take strategic postions near windows with heavy machine gun emplacements overlooking the local state capitol's outside steps and inside all its stairways. Fritz gleefully awaited the inevitable arrival of state forces, pacing around the governor's office back and forth with a sole finger twirling a incendiary grenade by its pin, making his two personal guards near his vincity incredibly nervous but they nonetheless held their ground. Constant bogus predictions of civil war has left a heavy toll on his sanity leaving an insane shivering wreck of a human being, Fritz chuckles as he wonders how future generations will view him and his brave me-
Suddenly all hell breaks loose as a humongous foreign vehicle identified as an HDDT-013 slammed into the back of the building at such high velocity that men are sent flying outside from the windows overlooking the steps with the impact sending Fritz face first towards the office entrance doors which sends his limp body tumbling down a flight of stairs in a world of agony as the ballad of gunshots, explosions, and screams becomes ever louder as his tumbling body nears the ground closer and faster as his back hits the floor making him groan in pain, they give Braun no rest as he is dragged further across the floor by the legs while a whirlwind of boots and gunstocks ruthlessly struck his battered body along the way, Fritz Braun is unceremoniously shoved into a van never seen again.
The great leap to sit down.
Strala and Rockemsockem
More fuel, bigger rocket, have to make a AI landing system, ect
I don’t know why, but Tolkien songs were exactly what I needed to write this RP post, so here we go. It won’t be super long, but I hope it makes up for that in quality. Note that this is not part of my current storyline, this is a story about Riddle 2 during the Hyrellian War.
The Commando sat in the blackness of the night. It had been three weeks since he had been captured. In that time, he had received no food, nor water. He had survived only by drinking the foul water that dropped from the cracks in the ceiling, and by eating what few rats he could catch. But the rats were learning to avoid him, and the steady drip of water had finally stopped. The Commando couldn’t hold out much longer.
This Commando couldn’t remember his squad, nor even his own name. The deterioration of his body had hit his mind harder still. But his captors saw no sign of this. If anything, they would have thought he was happy. Every few minutes, a grin would hit his face, and he would laugh to himself, like he had just thought of a particularly amusing riddle. Eventually, his captors decided that the isolation and starvation was doing nothing to break him, so there was no point in waiting longer. They needed to interrogate him before he died.
The Commando didn’t react when they came into his cell, except to look up and grin. When he made no move to get up, they started dragging him out. He laughed once more, this time carrying it out for several seconds. The enemy commander struck the back of his head and continued to to drag him.
Eventually, they reached a room that looked quite plain. But to the captor’s informed eye and the Commando’s trained eye, it was clearly an interrogation room. They tied him into a chair, while someone new, who the Commando hadn’t seen before, sat down. The man with dead eyes looked across at the smiling Commando, and began to talk.
“The Khavyata has some questions for you.”
The Commando’s grin stretched further across his face, but he stayed silent.
“His Greatness would like to know where Leon is. He must have a base of operations in this war. How else does he disappear? We wish to know.”
The Commando let out a little giggle before composing himself. Grinning like a fool, he still stayed silent.
“You withstood the last weeks well. But we can do far worse to you. If you prove resistant enough, we will bring you to the Khavyata himself. And you will not resist him, nor survive after breaking. So talk.”
The Commando finally let out a laugh that he couldn’t control. He laughed for almost a minute straight, his laughter echoing through the room. The man with dead eyes did not flinch, nor even blink. He simply waited until the lighter dies down, and talked again.
“What, if I may ask, is so funny, Commando? I don’t see anything for you to laugh about.”
The Commando looked straight at the interrogator, grinning. He noted the six guards placed around the room, and finally, he spoke.
“I just thought of a nice riddle. If you can answer it, perhaps I might give you something you need.”
The man with dead eyes still did not blink. He simply tilted his head quizzically and looked at the Commando.
“Very well. What is this riddle?”
The Commando started talking in a low voice, showing a straight face for the first time in weeks.
“Gods and kings and giants all fall, for none can escape whilst I hold thrall. What am I?”
The man with dead eyes furrowed his brow, confused. After a few moments, the Commando leaned forwards, a smile spreading across his face as he whispered conspiratorially.
“Death.”
The Commando raised his arms, showing that they were not tied to the chair as they should be. In a heartbeat, he made it to the guards and made lethal use of his hands. In a few moments, the six armed guards were lying on the ground, their necks twisted and bent at angles a human neck should not be at. With the knife of one guard in his hand, the Commando slowly walked back towards the interrogator, who was frozen in horror.
“Tell me, friend, what isn’t so funny to you? Why don’t you have anything to laugh about?”
The Commando placed the tip of the knife up against the side of the interrogator’s head, his other hand resting near the pommel.
“Why so serious, huh? Why no smile?”
The interrogator started whimpering, small breaths escaping his throat as he failed to find the words he needed to beg for mercy.
“I guess you just didn’t like my riddle.”
The Commando spontaneously pulled back his hand and rammed it into the pommel of the knife, driving the knife through the interrogator’s head. As the body crumpled to the floor the Commando noticed the the eyes, the dead eyes, did not change one bit.
The Commando got up to his feet and started walking out, carrying one of the guns from the guard. As he walked out, he wondered how he would find his way back to his squad, or even back to himself. Some portion of his mind realized how damaged it was, but he didn’t care. It would be fun to solve this mystery.
As he walked out, his smile grew. No, not a mystery. A Riddle.
Ok, not quite as short as I was expecting when I started, but still not too long.
Jar Wattinree, Bunnies, The Pacific Ring, Ancapstands, and 2 othersThe Municipalities of Antarctica, and Wubdich
If we consider 'dead' as sober...
Bunnies, Rockemsockem, and Alantic empire
Mind over matter.
there isn't( or very little) friction in space.. meaning that with the same power i can transport heavier items with same propulsion, except for the take-off part..
The first thing that I immediately identified was the HDDT-013.
I was wondering when that'd appear! You did say you were going to utilize them.
Bunnies, Wubdich, and Velvets realm
That's very good. Usually when it comes to violent scenes, it is recommended such details are minimal, such as if someone gets decapitated, then only say that their head got cut off.
Bunnies, Wubdich, Velvets realm, and Alantic empire
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