Institute of CelluloseBoard

Is it better to maintain a balanced budget than to ensure welfare for all citizens?

At least Madrophena got a free title before leaving.

OID followed her and resides in Eosses.

Ferneus wrote:

Rat just making some robots in the background, waiting for the sheep to give their thoughts on ideas.

pats

Equestria-Atlantia wrote:

The Hegemony should have you arrested for stepping foot into their country...must be trying to spy for the Cosmocracy eh....

I should have your nation terminated for the jest alone.

Orange Creek wrote:

Somewhere in Baghdad

_{TL;DR—The former Oranic Queen has been moved from Cormoe to the Eternal Alliance. Included are some minor exposition detailing future plot threads involving the Orthodox Resistance now that its figurehead is living within Hegemonic territory.}

I have a Goblin Gamer in my basement. It's just missing the Twitch Account.

Also semekh ma balls, how can you misspell Autarch.

If you want someone can visit.

Or you could go in an underground soulsborne adventure and kill some underdweller gods

Missouria wrote:

Hey respect my fellow Missourian, he’s getting his college education smh

I hate Missouri with a burning passion, so no. It was a hellhole for me. Fort lost in the woods sucks ass

Alexander the Magnus wrote:

I hate Missouri with a burning passion, so no. It was a hellhole for me. Fort lost in the woods sucks ass

Skill issue

IT IS OFFICIALLY LESS THAN 24 HOURS UNTIL DOCTOR WHO SERIES 14!!!!!!!!!!

Malumynumen wrote:

Woooooo

Unlike previous eras

Both Episode 1 and 2 will be dropped on the same day.

On streaming services at midnight in UK (and corresponding times abroard) and will air on BBC One at 6:30.

The Challenge
Hall of the Lords

The Equestrian House of Lords had been summoned to a special meeting by the crown princess Elisabetá, in order to address a grievance she held, such summonings were rare in the House of Lords, Ophelia didn’t often appear to the House unless absolutely necessary, nor did the House summon her ever. However, this day was different, as all the lords filed into their seats and Ophelia entered with all the gusto and circumstance she had gotten used to. Once everyone was settled Ophelia granted her daughter permission to speak her grievance.

Elisabetá rose silently and moving to the center of the hall she spoke, “A grave injustice has been done to my family,” she began. “You see, I have borne 8-children, my brother has 1 child, yet there is a common denominator among all of them,” she continued.

“That is?” enquired Ophelia, raising an eyebrow.

“None of them shall see the throne, or wear the crown, or be crowned,” replied Elisabetá, as the Lords continued to watch silently.

“This is true, but what does it matter?” asked Ophelia.

“It matters because it is a disgrace to them, they have no inheritance which they shall see in their lives…not their children either…or grandchildren.” Elisabetá replied.

“Well there is little that can be done about that Elisabetá, they are members of House LaFleur, isn’t that enough? Does one need to have the solar throne to be relevant?” asked Ophelia.

“I protest to this chamber, because Ophelia's claim to the 1,000 year reign is a subversion of the democratic principles that this nation has held since 1754,” stated Elisabetá as a few murmurs rose across the room.

“Prophecies madame, cannot be ignored,” stated one of the Lords, rising from his seat as others nodded and murmured in agreement.

“Prophecies be damned, there is no evidence that my mother is who she claims to be,” replied Elisabetá as the murmurs grew louder.

“With all due respect, isn't your mother ruling for 1000 years a better thing? After all, it is better to have one ruler for 1000 years than 100 rulers and a broken Empire.” stated a Lady, who had risen as well.

“Elisabetá my child, please drop this issue, we have far more important things to deal with than some family feud,” Ophelia replied.

“No, I shall not rest until my children get what they deserve, I demand a committee investigation into this matter,” stated Elisabetá as the murmur rose to a near uproar of nay’s, forcing the Keeper of the House to bang their gavel and call for order once more.

“I denounce this matter,” stated a Lord, followed by the rest who also denounced it, there was more gavel banging as several Lords rose and left the room, their robes swirling behind them.

“SILENCE!” called out Ophelia suddenly, her voice thundering loud enough to rattle the windows of the hall. “The matter shall be settled via a committee, I shall submit to whatever questions might be asked.” she stated calmly.

“Absolutely not, during this period I demand you stand down from the throne mother,” demanded Elisabetá.

“You are out of order madam,” stated the Keeper of the House.

“That is not an option Elisabetá,” replied Ophelia.

“Very well then, since you refuse to stand down for the democratic processes, I shall leave this chamber and the masses shall hear of your tyranny.” Replied Elisabetá as the room suddenly rose to an uproar, Ophelia watched sadly as her daughter turned around and stormed out of the hall. Indeed, there was an issue: she had 9 grandchildren, and none would see the throne or the crown. Of course there had to be a solution, otherwise 60+ years of stability would suddenly slip away.
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Republic of Callaxium
Malumynumen
North American Imperial State
Untecna
The Real Underground

Alexander the Magnus wrote:

Yall Doc who fanatics are crazy smh

It's a pretty old show. Old stuff always has insane fans.

I don't feel like RPing anything. No motivation at all.

After AP exams I'll probably crash and burn.

Malumynumen wrote:

Ah, Constantine

All the way on his chambers, the Autarch witnessed all. Edge to edge of the Hegemony, expanding it and decreasing it, making shadows and selling light. Through the graphics of a hologram, or the eye of an enchanted stone orb, or merely from his own mind traversing the various bodies he possessed across the galaxy.

'Ah, Constantine.' He thought.

The affair reminded him so much of one of the bitter memories of the Dark Lord, the Prince Who Fell. Of how it led to the destruction, trial, and exile of the Equine and their 'God' from Atehent for perpetuity.

He felt himself breathe, lungs filling with foreign and tasteless air. The Hegemony sterile their air in government offices. He hated that, the sanity over sanitation. But they were right, that even the smallest germ, could grow into a pandemic.

He felt his index fingernail tap into an armrest, digging itself into the material. It must have been a ages, or not a second after perhaps, from which he stopped and looked, decisively, at the image inside his mind projected to him like colourful mist of memory.

The views flashed before him, the past, the present, and the problem. Equestria. Ponies. Succession. Mortality. Education. Politics. Himself.

He has been too neglecting lately, although his plans for Equestrian Ascendancy are all but assured, he won't see them spoiled too much beyond necessary. And the image of a rebellious and jealous Princess...irked him.

He stood, or floated, as he sped into and through the walls of his chamber, passing like an apparition through the Palace and into Hegemonica's atmosphere. Until coming to his orbiting TARDIS, as he stepped in, the doors closing behind him.

Alone, again, with his thoughts, he diverted them at putting the correct coordinates and date, as he began the correct sequence for piloting the Gallifreyan vehicle. He breathed in once the console moved and started the flight through the time vortex.

Alone, again, with his thoughts. He crossed his arms, and tapped foot and finger, quietly, strategies, plans, ideas, futures, memories, prophecies, and fanciful imagination coursing through his mind fanatically. He was here, yet he was not. A hundred, a thousand, a million bodies, who knew or who cared, only he did, because he was not them, and they, unfortunately, were him, forever. Pawns, puppets, plays in the making. Toys, thralls, traps set across his galaxy.

The TARDIS made its landing sound, quietly. He inhaled the air, heavy, static, with energy and radiation. Still better than sterile, he mused, as he walked to step outside of his TARDIS, which had taken the form of a door in a corridor inside the Equestrian Government Building, and inhaled again, he exhaled just as quickly and decided to not breathe whilst he was here as he adjusted his suit, it seems he was wearing his military one he mused as he tapped the rank squares by his left pec, he touched his hair and face, 30s or 40s seemed to be his form and unfortunately no beard but that'll do, he didn't feel like changing forms now and he felt just about that age just like when Constantine ruined it all, he combed his blonde hair with his hands, and then adjusted his belt as he resumed his march into the building.

The chamber had just finished an hour long debate, as such the lords would be mingling in the main entrance hall and discussing the matter, Ophelia was in the corner of the hall reassuring an old noble couple that Elisabetá's mad claims would be handled and that the throne was in no danger. Elisabetá was also chatting on the opposite side of the room in a more hushed tone, there was without a doubt a tension which filled the air.

They all seemed engrossed in their discussions and of course the Autarch having become younger was not exactly recognised by the majority of them, although if Ophelia looked up for a moment she would notice him. The world of politics was often dramatic, but rarely did the throne ever come into question, not after 60+ years of royal stability.