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Levantin wrote:When you change the theme of ur homies discord server to "Zimbabwean Prison Camp"

What are they going to do about it?
Bribe the Guards with 100000000000000000 Zimbabwe Dollars?

I'm needing some help adding to this list. Up-vote, please?

The 5th iteration of N-Day is soon to be upon us. I have taken it upon myself to catalogue a list of Discord servers for the many factions.

To list your faction's server, TG and tag me in an RMB post.

Faction Servers (in alphabetical order):
LinkArmy of Freedom
LinkATOMIC
LinkAugustin Alliance
LinkBa Sing Se
LinkHorsemen of the Apocalypse
LinkKings Nuclear Gaurd
LinkLayem Defense Organization
LinkN Defenders
LinkPotato Command
LinkRAILGUN
LinkSerena's Legion
LinkThe Shadow Cult
• know of more? TG me with the info

Don't know what N-Day is? Here's a quick guide: page=dispatch/id=874170

Read dispatch

Peatiktist wrote:I'm going to go to work and charge people a decadollar for two tickets.

i'll give you a decadollar if they don't question you and give a wrong amount of money

Post by Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich suppressed by Pakitsk.

8^( Had Roosevelt and the Republicans not split the Republican party may have been a force for good even now. And America would be a much better place.

Peatiktist, Shavara, and The communist arstotzka

The communist arstotzka

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:8^( Had Roosevelt and the Republicans not split the Republican party may have been a force for good even now. And America would be a much better place.

Agreed.

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:lol me when someone asks what happened to the Frizvians

it is time

Pakitsk wrote:

Vórgetsk sits down to rest. He has been walking for what feels like several hours. He can't really tell what time it is by the sun, as the forest canopy obscures most of the sky, but he can guess that it's nearly noon. The dark paths through the woods are somewhat brighter, and the sounds of animals scurrying along the treetops and ground is more prominent. Not that it helps much. His captor released him with no food or water, and although he does have some experience hunting, he has no weapon with which to--

A loud noise disturbs his thoughts. Was that rope snapping? Vórgetsk rises to his feet and creeps in the direction of the noise. After some time, he comes into sight of a hare hanging from a low branch, struggling to free itself from the snare wrapped around its leg. His eyes trained on the animal and his thoughts on strangling the poor thing, Vórgetsk stubs his toe on something. He quietly swears and glances downward, expecting to find a rock he could perhaps use to bludgeon the hare. Instead, his eyes are greeted by a short wooden pole, poking out of the ground as if deliberately thrust there.

Looking around and shrugging, he pulls out the pole only to find attached a sharp lump of rock, clearly fashioned intentionally as a weapon. It's a knife, presumably dropped by some earth spirit after a long day's hunt. He quickly grabs the animal, cuts the snare, and retreats back a few feet before cutting its throat in as clean a manner as possible. As he does this, a rustling noise from the bushes in front of him makes him jump, and he remembers where he is. The earth spirits must have heard the trap take its victim, and come to take their prize. Vórgetsk rushes back into the darkness several yards off, where he is still able to see the clearing. It would be good to have an idea of what the wood's denizens look and act like that isn't colored with the rage he had felt when he learned that Pōbret was a bloodlord. His blood begins to boil again.

Distracting him from his anger is the sight of an antlered skull on a humanoid body coming into view. The being looks around, then at the snare, taking the cut rope in its hands before yelling in some incomprehensible tongue to something behind it. Another spirit comes forward and stands next to the first, holding a bronze-tipped spear in either hand. The first spirit hands the rope to the newcomer before laying its head down on the ground, pulling it back up after a moment and looking around at the ground. A sudden movement off in the distance somewhere distracts it for a second, but after some thought it returns to its inspection of the forest floor. Suddenly it gives a soft cry and turns to its compatriot. Something, evidently, is missing. The second spirit returns some speech and pulls out a knife much like the one Vórgetsk took from the ground, and the reason for the distress is clear. He has stolen the earth spirit's blade!

The two spirits dash off in the direction they came from, and Vórgetsk follows stealthily. Occasionally, one of the pair stops in its tracks and looks around, standing high on its feet like a deer. More than once, one of the spirits actually looks directly at Vórgetsk, but whether due to the darkness of the forest or some other trick, it evidently fails to see him, merely glancing quickly around and rejoining its partner in its flight. After some time, Vórgetsk loses sight of the spirits, but he continues going on in the direction they were fleeing, hoping to find another captured animal which he can join with the hare now hanging from his belt. Eyes forward and his mind occupied, he stumbles on something in the undergrowth, something much heavier than the knife he stubbed his toe on earlier.

It's a body, face down on the forest floor. An antlered skull atop a man's body tells Vórgetsk that it's an earth spirit. Can spirits even be killed? He thinks on what the priests had said, but their sermons and legends had been largely silent on the subject. He lifts the spirit's arm, marvelling at the intricate wooden bracelets adorning it. The skin is pale, far more than is usual for a corpse. A wild beast hadn't attacked it, or else there wouldn't be enough of an arm left to lift. The lack of obvious wounds caused by arrow or spearpoint suggests it wasn't another earth spirit, but what does that leave? A glance at the corpse's legs provides a clue.

Each knee is marred by a bullet hole, powder burns obvious on the outside of the wounds. That's concerning. Have heretics been attacking the spirits in these woods? But they worship the spirits, so why would they do that? Nothing about it makes any sense. The faint crack of flames catches Vórgetsk's attention, and he hurries off in the direction of the noise. As he nears the sound's source, the sound of voices speaking some foreign tongue join it -- not only the voices of earth spirits, as he had heard them before when they came upon the cut snare, but also women and, faintly, the laughing of children.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a bowstring being drawn. What sounds like a command is barked from somewhere behind him, and as Vórgetsk puts his hands up, three spirits come out of the trees behind him and to his sides. One circles around to his front, and the other two grab his arms.

For the second time, Captain Vórgetsk is a prisoner.

The spirits drag Vórgetsk forward, slightly hunched and furtive in contrast to his own proud bearing and professional march. The one in front has a head on a swivel, glancing another direction every couple of seconds as though every noise in the woods attracts his attention. Vórgetsk takes the opportunity to examine the clothing of his captors.

Apart from the antlered skulls they have for heads, the spirits have a basic tunic from the base of the neck to their waist. A wide cloth protrudes some way below the main tunic both in front and behind, but below the thigh they wear nothing apart from wood-carved pads below the knee. No shoes of any kind cover their feet, which appear tough from years upon years of forest life.

Over the tunic in front and back is a sort of apron, made from many short strips of wood laid across the body and glued together with what appears to be resin. Nothing covers the spirits' arms, the skin of which is somewhat paler than Vórgetsk's, or indeed any other person he's seen, although not quite so ghostly as Pōbret the Bloodlord's skin. The one in front wears several wooden bracelets around his wrists, but neither of the others has anything of the sort. At this point, Vórgetsk's train of thought is interrupted by the sight of huts through the trees.

Not only that; as the trio of spirits drag him further onward, a woman, of similar appearance but with long flowing hair on her uncovered head, steps forwards toward them. A hushed discussion between the woman and the lead spirit, largely unintelligible to Vórgetsk, results in the latter moving behind the Captain and the woman leading the group onward into the circle of huts. Inside, several other people stare in shock at the captive Vórgetsk, who responds likewise. What? A whole village of people in the deadly hill forest, and on good relations with the earth spirits at that? His head is racing with questions and more than one panicked prayer.

After some more walking , the group comes to a long firepit with a carven stool at the end of it. Vórgetsk is forcibly set down upon it, and it takes a few seconds for his astounded mind to process that fact that he is no longer being held. Men and women crowd around him, staying a good distance away but edging ever closer. The three spirits who captured him stand before him, then do something Vórgetsk doesn't expect in the slightest.

They take off the antlered skulls, revealing a full head of flowing brown hair beneath the macabre headwear. These are no supernatural spirits, no primal force sent to make the early Pakotskì cower in fear before they were saved by Ãdàmrìtsk. These are human beings.

Brethren I believe I owe you a Hillman's War post? :) Short because I was building up to this, the next one will be somewhat longer.

Shavara and Brethren

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:8^( Had Roosevelt and the Republicans not split the Republican party may have been a force for good even now. And America would be a much better place.

America would have been better if there were no parties at all.
There are a thousand different ways the US could be better relating to politics.

No point lamenting over them.

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:8^( Had Roosevelt and the Republicans not split the Republican party may have been a force for good even now. And America would be a much better place.

Suppression is unbased.

Peatiktist wrote:America would have been better if there were no parties at all.
There are a thousand different ways the US could be better relating to politics.

No point lamenting over them.

George Washington even told people to not have a Two party system, but guess what happend?

Peatiktist wrote:America would have been better if there were no parties at all.
There are a thousand different ways the US could be better relating to politics.

No point lamenting over them.

Yes but first:

"WIIIIIIIIIILSOOOOOOON"

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:Suppression is unbased.

Political discussion is heresy, my man. Says right here in the Commissar's Handbook, page 40930, section 99423/7D.

Karatol-Advenra wrote:George Washington even told people to not have a Two party system, but guess what happend?

Correct.

But as I said, no point in lamenting over it. What's done is done.

Pakitsk wrote:Political discussion is heresy, my man. Says right here in the Commissar's Handbook, page 40930, section 99423/7D.

To be fair, the post was 90% about what could have been/what happened than what's going on now.

Kampf Empire wrote:* Loud German Imperialism *

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Of Centralist Brexit wrote:anyways, I shall continue
just let me know if your paratroopers are equipped with gas masks

Yup, they are

Restoration of Eastern Kaiserreich wrote:To be fair, the post was 90% about what could have been/what happened than what's going on now.

Too bad, I won't have it. Now, can we get back to mass murder, war, and trade agreements on Valsora?

Or whatever other maps idk

Euricanis and Shavara

Libertanny sus.

Saw him vent in Security.

Pakitsk and Shavara

Pakitsk wrote:Too bad, I won't have it. Now, can we get back to mass murder, war, and trade agreements on Valsora?

Or whatever other maps idk

Not based.

Gorbastan wrote:Libertanny sus.

Saw him vent in Security.

Hello Gorby.
And Lib!

Shavara wrote:Hello Gorby.
And Lib!

Y u so quiet?

Sus much?

Gorbastan wrote:Y u so quiet?

Sus much?

sus much

how r u tho

Shavara wrote:sus much

how r u tho

About to play War Thunder with the Bois.

Gonna get rekt in Air Arcade Battles. Trying to work my way up German tree for that sweet sweet CAS.

Gorbastan wrote:Libertanny sus.

Saw him vent in Security.

Nah, its u, i was in comms and i didnt see u fam, now, you may say i didnt see you becuz u were in another room, and thats just what the imposter would say.

Pakitsk wrote:Political discussion is heresy, my man. Says right here in the Commissar's Handbook, page 40930, section 99423/7D.

*rips out page*

Euricanis wrote:*rips out page*

Shoulda just burned the whole booEK.

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