The North PacificBoard

1.	What's the hardest thing about being MoD?

2.	[nation]Zazumo[/nation] once said in a telegram word to word "[nation]Bobberino[/nation] is the worst MoD TNP has ever had, and I am Zazumo" Is that worthy of a demotion, or maybe being kicked out of NPA?

3.	Why aren't you [nation]McMasterdonia[/nation]?

4.	If you had to choose one nation in all of NS to replace you as MoD, doesn't matter if they're from the NPO or TBH, who would you choose and why?

5.	If you had to betray [region]The North Pacific[/region] to another region, any region in NS, which one would it be and why? 

6.	What's the best thing about being MoD?

7.	Do you collect data from every NPAer and sell it to other R/D groups?

8.	1 year and 9 days ago you told the RMB "Yay for final exams" were you being sarcastic? Or were you actually excited for exams?

9.	Do you still think of "The Flemingovia's Space Marines" as "The new and improved NPA"?

10.	Why hasn't [nation]Dinoium[/nation], and [nation]Zazumo[/nation] turned you into an RMBer yet?

11.	How much did you bribe whoever was our delegate last term to become MoD?

12.	Last AMA you replied to a question saying "Dino bot needs to ping [nation]Malphe[/nation] more" do you think [nation]Malphe[/nation] should still be pinged more? And out of 10 Nessie hats what score do you give Dino bot with pinging [nation]Malphe[/nation] since your last AMA?

13.	I don't know how much you remember about your last AMA but I can tell you that this question was definitely not asked by [nation]Praeceps[/nation] and that it is 100% thought up of by me so what are your thoughts on the laws surrounding the NPA? Are there any that should be changed?

14.	Did all the mentions yesterday help you with preparing for this AMA?

15.	If you had the chance would you turn the North Pacific Army into the boring and lame North Pacific Navy, or the much more exciting and better North Pacific Airforce?

The camels were given food and the people set up blankets. The children started to dance and sing. Isaac looked at the map. On their route, they would have to pass through Western Montarc, German Holy Roman Empire, Meyghan, Germania, and the Otoahnacto Tribal Territories, where they would take a ferry across the land to the Wahkoowah tribe where they would walk to the northern African Strand territory. From there, they would take a cruise ship across the water to Kanginiarfik. The camels would be given to the Wahkoowah tribe.

The Next Morning

Isaac got up twenty minutes in front of schedule just to feed the camels. Today would be the longest and the hottest day of the trip that the caravan would have to face. Isaac groaned when he located the map. “We have to pass through the deserts of Western Montarc, German Holy Roman Empire, Meyghan, Germania, and the Otoahnacto Tribal Territories. Five countries in twenty four hours. This means that we have less than five hours to cross each nation,” he groaned.

The boy was pissed. All of this for a newer life outside of hell. The camels ate and drank up before waking up the rest of the caravan. Isaac gathered them all together. “Guys, remember that we are a group and we stay together. Let’s move,” he said as his horse started moving in the general direction they were going. The horse gave a mighty leap. The first town of Montarc that they passed let them through with no resistance. The other western towns weren’t so kind. However, they got out of there quickly. The same was said for the German Holy Roman Empire, Germania, and Meyghan. Then, the mighty Native North Osean Deserts came in.

The winds were high, the sun was blazing, and the desert was unforgiving. Isaac and his horse stopped lightly in their tracks. “Welcome folks, to the mighty Piravar Desert. This is where the first ever Zyfaqir nomads of Osea settled and went on from. You guys are making history. Let me tell all of you one thing. We cross this desert together. All women, children, and men need to stay together!” His horse took a quick heel and started walking. The caravan followed suit.

The sun beat down. Then, they saw something that they never thought they would see in the Piravar, am Oasis. It was just like in the legends and stories and stereotypes. It was filled with palm trees and it had a lake in the middle. Isaac stopped the horse and redirected to the Oasis to refill the water canteens. The camels took a short nap, the children did the same. The women rested their feet, and the men dipped their feet into the water when the canteen and bottles were full.

An hour later, they were back on the chase. The Oasis disappeared into the distance. Isaac noticed that the camels and the caravan were going as fast as him after the rest. He smiled knowing that they would get out of the mighty Piravar soon enough. Out of nowhere, the sun hit the horizon and he could spot a bit of green grass. The patch of green turned into a field. That field turned to a grassland. Isaac smiled to himself as he stopped his horse. The sky was getting darker.

“We made it, all. Now, set up camp. This is where we are staying for the night. The Otoahnacto said we can use this grassland,” he said to the group. The children slept on the camels. The camels slept on the grass. The rest of the people set up the numerous tents. Blisters were on numerous feet. Isaac smiled to the sky. He lie on his horse imagining what tomorrow would bring.