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You know we are on those Stars?
I hope so...Scientists in The Cheesy Nation have predicted that There will be a great Cheesian Extinction in 1000-4000 even 7000 years from now.
We have faith in astrology, so...
Good luck to your people..
Meanwhile Haivonians expecting an Exctinction of every single species in just a few centuries:
What
Nothing
I just realized that you and Cheesy are probably mortal enemies
I suck at roleplaying
does anyone want to roleplay?
I will
Plays 'We are the Army of the People' violently
Yes.
We can visit your Nation.
I'll come
sure visit my nation
I want to strengthen diplomatic ties
Prime Minister Wideren arrives in a Transporter DEROUT
The VNS Terminus lands near Constantinople and President Spencer walks down the ramp, surrounded by 8 soldiers.
Cannicat has planned a welcoming site, with many citizens offering the president gifts and waving the Venmerian flag.
President Spencer watches the crowd with amusement, but walks past until he gets to the capital. His soldiers collect the gifts and put them in each other's backpacks.
Haivon, The Galactic American Imperium, Cannicat, and Tausend Seen
Cannicat also holds welcoming sights for the Prime minister, and the king welcomes the many leaders to discuss at the castle
President Spencer enters the castle and his soldiers follow.
"Where are we meeting?" he asks?
"Is that a Castle? There aren't many of those in Haivon."
_Help, I'm too lazy to writes military fb_
King Cannikar says to him over the phone, at the Havalta Castle, turn left until the nearest right to the shop, go passed the mall and into the skyscraper and leave through the gate. drive on the highway until you see a castle
we are very proud of our castles, prime minister
Another day, another million people getting executed :]
He laughs
"I'm inside the castle! What room are we in?"
Cannikar: go up to floor 3, the entire floor is a conference room
He walks up to the third floor and sits down at the table. His soldiers stand around the room. President Spencer takes his briefcase out and puts it on the table.
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