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The statistic hasn't updated yet! What else am I supposed to post first thing in the morning?

Virgolia wrote:
You are allowed to and we would really like if you do so

Thanks.

Wiranath wrote:The statistic hasn't updated yet! What else am I supposed to post first thing in the morning?

well you already posted, which is one.

Wiranath wrote:Wiranath is ranked 55.672nd in the world and 538th in The East Pacific for Largest Populations, with 3,21 billion Capita.

"Wiranath is ranked 46.204th in the world and 387th in The East Pacific for Largest Populations, with 5,69 billion Capita."

Can't really say much about this one.

Technocratic Tagalog wrote:well you already posted, which is one.

Damn you TT!

How do I build an embassy?

Mohanj wrote:How do I build an embassy?

What do you mean?

Mohanj wrote:How do I build an embassy?

With a suitable construction material. I'd personally use reinforced concrete

5 fans, 500 capacity SDD, a 1TB capacity HDD, 2 staggered 6vram gaming GPUs, 4 16 ramsticks, an Ryzen 5 1600X CPU and over 9000 benchmark score on 3dmark. I think my home work computer is slightly overbuilt. Kinda mad I didnt shell out for an AOI water cooler though, my PC sounds like its trying to take off everytime I run something and the resulting vacuum ends up creating a black hole.

Wiranath wrote:"Wiranath is ranked 46.204th in the world and 387th in The East Pacific for Largest Populations, with 5,69 billion Capita."

Can't really say much about this one.
Damn you TT!

ebil smirk

Axdel wrote:With a suitable construction material. I'd personally use reinforced concrete

If you're looking for a more modern design, you can attach steel plates to the concrete to make it cool modern and cool and stuff

Iym Winterless wrote:*Iwan squirms weakly as you see blood spill out from his heart. Tsul tightens her grip on both Iym and Iwan*

Dont worry, Shav. Ill make sure to kill you last.

*The Cloud launches herself at Tsul, only for Tsul to evaporate White Feather with her flames*

*All of this is leading me to confusion, running to Iwan*

Iwan...?! IWAN?!

Terreich und Preussen wrote: I think Kim Jong Un is dead...

What

Oh god are we gonna have Kim Yo-Jong juche simps

ArenaC wrote:What

Oh god are we gonna have Kim Yo-Jong juche simps

Mmmhhhmmm. Have that, we can not.

*Loads shotgun*

For Allah.

DarKspawnerreich wrote:Mmmhhhmmm. Have that, we can not.

*Loads shotgun*

For Allah.

*cocks 5 AK-47s*

for the Bahamas.

Free unionland

join my discord

https://discord.gg/rFqnG6

ArenaC wrote:What

Oh god are we gonna have Kim Yo-Jong juche simps

DarKspawnerreich wrote:Mmmhhhmmm. Have that, we can not.

*Loads shotgun*

For Allah.

ArenaC wrote:*cocks 5 AK-47’s*

for the Bahamas.

DarKspawnerreich wrote:Mmmhhhmmm. Have that, we can not.

*Loads shotgun*

For Allah.

*Reloads Machine Gun* For Christ.

i accidentally uploaded a lewd photo for my custom banner, how do i undo it?

Nevertopia wrote:i accidentally uploaded a lewd photo for my custom banner, how do i undo it?

Go to the banner and delete it.

Pakitsk wrote:

With the capture of the northern bastion, Istsk's campaign against the heretics of Vlatsk had entered a new phase. He was now in a position to directly threaten the walls, and the heretical defenders were growing increasingly desperate to break the attack. His forces had fortified the bastion against attack from the main wall, and he now felt safe enough to pay a personal visit to the valiant warriors of dmrtsk who held its wrought-earth walls.

"Hail, soldiers! I am here to oversee the defense of the bastion. Open the gates!" A short debate about whether this man was in fact legitimate was cut short when it was pointed out that he wore the crest of the Grand Vlaks on his pauldrons. Istsk was shown to the barracks and introduced to the commanding officer of the post. "Welcome, my Lord. What brings you to Bastion Ārgotsk?" "I was curious about the state of enemy resistance in the area. Which unit is this?" "The 3rd Vlgs, Company Belok, sir."

Istsk followed the officer up to the walls of the bastion and looked out back towards his own camp. He had ordered siege ladders constructed and brought up to the position in order to swiftly exploit the shock inflicted on the enemy when he had captured the bastion. They had been completed, and although he had intended to stay behind when the time came to assault the walls, he now felt an urge to join his warriors in their holy crusade against the heretic. The field between the enemy and his own troops was dotted with structures built by his engineers, but the approach of the ladders would be slow and open enough that waves of fire would pour upon them.

Unless, of course, they were to be preceded by a shield of flesh.

A roar shook the heretics up on the city walls, and the crack of gunfire filled the air. Looking out onto the field, they saw men with rifles, bayonets fixed, rushing out in their direction, weaving in and out of the cover built so laboriously during the previous attack. Men fell left and right, but at length the weight of covering fire allowed the siege ladders to advance up to the walls with comparatively little damage. They docked on the walls with a crash, and the righteous soldiers of dmrtsk poured over the battlements, bayonets glinting in the sunlight. Foremost among them was Grand Vlaks Istsk himself, sword drawn and revolver ready. He drew the first blood of close combat, and personally led a squad in a charge along the wall, roaring with such holy fury that some heretics threw themselves off of the wall rather than face him.

The fighting was hard, but after an hour of close combat, a small foothold on the northern wall had been gained, protected on either side by towers. These had been hard to clear, but their importance to the assault could not be overstated -- letting the towers return to heretical hands would allow them to shower the attackers in fire, forcing them off of their toehold. When the brawl let up and the foe retreated, it was seen that several heretics had set up a barricade along the street leading to the wall. They had built it out of firing range, but it would have to fall before the city could be taken, and Istsk was well aware of this fact. His men, however, could not be pushed forever. Several had already nearly toppled over from exhaustion, and his officers had had to enact more summary executions for cowardice than was optimal (that is, more than zero). Another advance was, clearly, out of the question until at least the next day.

This acknowledged, Istsk brought in the engineers, who set up a defensive position around the only stairway down from this section of the wall, and returned to the main camp, sure that his crusaders would be able to hold. The enemy had been beaten back, but not defeated, and they would surely counterattack the next day.

Istsk considered the issue as he rode back to camp. He would not sleep well that night.

The position within the wall had not been pushed back overnight, and reinforcements were being brought in as quick as could be. Istsk was off directing diversionary attacks on other portions of the wall, but his lieutenant, Mrotsk, was able to fully focus his attention on the breach. He had spent a considerable amount of time in the city of Vlgs, and knew many of the regiment's officers personally from before this campaign. This did not make issuing his next order easier.

"You want us to advance out of our cover? Reinforcements won't be here for another 4 hours!" "I am well aware of the fact, Companion. Nevertheless, we must destroy that barricade before our men get here, lest they be pelted with fire as they enter the city." The barricade was technically out of range of the walls, just enough to give the Grand Vlaks's forces a few yards of space, but any approach was forced to come head on due to the abundance of buildings to either side of it. Side alleys did exist, but they were all dead ends, and the road that led around the inside edge of the wall would expose the men to the garrison's fire as they passed. No, they had to advance into the city's heart, and that meant clearing the barricade.

Neither side had much in the way of heavy weaponry -- the usual armament on the steppe was a sword and revolver or, for city-born infantrymen, a black powder lever-action rifle with a bayonet. However, through its trading connections, the city of Vlatsk had been able to procure a small handful of newer automatic rifles, and the raid on the barricade was intended in part to get one such weapon into Istsk's hands. This in mind, the order was given to advance upon signal, and every man awaited the appointed hour.

"Company, advance!" Men began filing out of the position and dashing for the cover of alleyways, bullets landing at their feet as they ran. Those who had remained at the foothold returned fire, but they were unable to prevent several waves of heretic fire from cutting down attacking soldiers who were too slow in their race for the buildings. Mrotsk followed behind the first group, dodging behind a building to avoid a burst of automatic fire and leading his squad in covering the advance of the next team. At length, each team alternating fire to allow the others to advance, the barricade was reached, and the work of clearing it was begun.

"Hold them, boys! Here's where we break the arch-demon's advan--" A heretic officer's inspiring speech was cut short by a shot from Mrotsk's pistol, sending the would-be hero tumbling over the barricade's railing. The enemy had, evidently, turned to accusations of demonhood to dehumanize Istsk's forces, and Mrotsk decided to embrace the image whole-heartedly. Roaring like a tiger, he climbed onto the barricade and drew his sabre, skewering the closest heretic and sending several others running. His men began to join him, gaining the barricade by push of bayonet, and the close combat gave the advantage to the attackers, who held greater zeal for their cause than the heretics ever had. The special rifle, which shot several times before reloading, was captured by a sergeant who had tripped over it while charging a squad of heretics, and the engineers had been able to plant the explosives in order to destroy the barricade as originally planned. The order was given to retreat back to the fortified position.

"Go, go! I'll hold them off!" Mrotsk, with this final act of service to Istsk, had determined that his call in life had become complete, and he was ready to join the hosts of dmrtsk in their heavenly camp. As the men began to pull back and he stood alone upon the doomed barricade, he sheathed his sword, holstered his pistol, and kneeled down in prayer.

"dmrtsk, the One Unity of Sky and Earth, calls me,

I will heed His Voice and join His heavenly hosts

In service to the Vlaks mntsk I offer my soul, which is of the Sky, through which I may inspire His soldiers;

My body, which is of the Earth, that I may stand and weather the troubles of the mns, I offer in His divine service

I fear no evil, I fear no death, I fear not the heretic nor the monster

For dmrtsk comes for me in His Glory."

A great explosion rocked the city, and the Champion of Istsk was no more.

Shavara wrote:Go to the banner and delete it.

ty i didnt see the delete button. hope nobody saw it.

Nevertopia wrote:ty i didnt see the delete button. hope nobody saw it.

Didn't see it.

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