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Eraver made the minority government legal.

Thessallonnia

*beep*
*beep*
*beep*

NATIONAL EMERGENCY

The following message is transmitted at the Request of the Thessallonnian Federal Government. This is a National Emergency. Important information to follow

The Following cities of Lochest, Aerotheck and Victoria are under MARTIAL LAW as protesters and riots are underway. The Republican Gaurd is responding. Millions are in the streets protesting to overthrow the government by the mornin of March 20th. If you are caught outside you will be arrested. Violent force is authorized for any threat to you or loved ones.

Tanabon and Varola

East supple lund wrote:“Uh...
Like
1.66 Chroma Credits, I think?
Or something like that, we just made it, like, yesterday.”
-Winsom Cash
Not sure what he’s doin’

"Well, we'll just say one TideCoin or DogeCoin or whatever for one Telekin."
- Councilor of Foreign Trade, Teken-zen Irita

East supple lund

Tanabon wrote:"Sounds good on my end, yoy can expect you first shipment in the coming month. Pleasure doing business with you, I hope that we do again in the future."
-Secritary of Trade, Reggie Stevenson

"And the same from I and the rest of the Lizaki."
- Councilor of Foreign Trade, Teken-zen Irita

Tanabon

snoops

(っ゚Д゚;)っ

Thessallonnia

News
The riots are continuing as a National Emergency has been declared. All citizens In the effected cities are required to stay indoors at this time anyone caught outside will be placed under arre...

Gunshots are heard inside the news agency

The News anchor shot on Live television

*the gunman appears in front of the camera and says*

No more lies, no more usury, no more corruption. Torchfire has beguuuun

signal loss

Assassination of the Prime Minister and the Massacre of the Faka Tonga international Free Weslyan Church of Christ
before the Prime Ministers Assassination he was in a motorcade and was riding along the roads that connected Nukualofa to Niuatoputapu. The Prime Minister was the longest spanning Minister in Tongas history and will be remembered as the best one after the death of the last Prime Minister Tafu Faka'langi. Tefe To'noko will be buried tomorrow at noon. The Faka Tonga International Free Weslyan Church of Christ was resently a sight of a mass murder of thousands of people according to the Tongan news Network. They have not Found the man but they do know who he is and wants any one in the other nations to find him last the police saw him was leaving the Nukualofa Airport going to New Trisone City Airport in New Trisone. More will be coming soon

I guess they don't want weapons or support then.

When’s the new SNN coming out? I need to continue the events of The Dam collapse!

Alunya wrote:

A Humble Dar
Kittipurranamnam, Alunya

Zavier tossed both duffle bags on the guest bed and unzipped them. As he turned to the armoire in the far corner, his baby sister flung herself between the two bags, mildly amused at Zavier’s haste. A pair of thick woolen socks spilled out of one bag.

“Aren’t you supposed to be taking piano lessons after school?” he queried as he yanked open the wardrobe’s doors.

Caterina snorted. “Ugh, music. Mama makes me go only twice a week.”

A quick glance revealed only a couple of thick coats amongst all the clothes. He grabbed the brown one by the hangar and thrust it into the harsh shaft of sunlight spilling into the room from the central atrium. “Well, the least you can do is practice,” he responded. The coat, he decided, was too thin.

His sister shrugged her shoulders, as Pickles the cat jumped up into her lap. “Well, Vicente was supposed to pray every day and become a priest, and you’re not exactly tickling the ivories at Thurumpattayan Hall yourself.”

He grimaced at the thought. His older brother Vicente and his wife both worked at Papa’s bakery in the medina, and he hadn’t become the concert pianist his mother had hoped. He thrust the brown coat back and pulled out the blue one for inspection.

Deflecting, Caterina changed the subject, “So will there be any cats at the station?” She gently stroked Pickles, who began to purr.

“No,” Zavier frowned. The blue coat was too thin as well. “Cats would eat penguin eggs, I suppose. But there will be dogs.” He jammed it back into the armoire and closed the doors.

“Dogs?!!” she exclaimed, watching Zavier proceed to the other wardrobe in the room. Pickles rolled onto his back and proferred his chin to her hand. “Like schnauzers?”

“More like malamutes and huskies,” he replied as he opened the armoire doors. This looked more promising. “For sledding, to get around. It’s easier to feed them seal meat than haul drums of petrol for snowmobiles and snow cats. Cheaper, too.” He grabbed a thick red parka off a hangar and flung it towards her.

She deftly dodged the downy coat as it landed on a duffle bag. Pickles instantly flipped onto his stomach, ready to flee. She resumed petting his back, calming him. Zavier continued scrounging in the jammed closet.

“So why do you have to go?”

Zavier paused. He knew it was a question his mother likely had asked for the past several weeks at the dinner table here in his childhood dar. Caterina’s question reflected a mother’s concern as well as his sister’s inflated worry. Winter in Plemboiya would be harsh indeed.

“You want the long explanation, or the tee-el-dee-arrrgh, matey?” he grinned.

“Oh, pirate wench prefers it short and sweet,” she teased.

“Well, there are now six of these optical lattice clocks, and only four physicists adept at tuning the lasers within the cold temperature vacuum chamber. And two of the clocks are going to the Point Loris station on Plemboiya, so I’m going too.”

Caterina pouted. “But wouldn’t it be easier just to keep ‘em here in Alunya?”

“Sure,” Zavier replied. “However, we’ll get better data, for geodesy, gravity waves, and gravitational dilation of time if we have a longer baseline. That’s why the Ministry of Science and Technology granted funding for the antarctic station.”

He reached back into the armoire and was rewarded with a grasp of plush fabric. He felt upward and grasped the hanger.

“Is that why there’s talk of sharing two clocks with The syca?” Caterina asked.

He pulled the white arctic ensemble out of the wardrobe. “Yes,” he admitted uncomfortably. Zavier was aware that many Alunyans were resistant to sharing one of the nation’s few technical advances with a rival race that, admittedly, was the more technologically mature. His own enthusiasm for the science was tempered by the fear that the Sycans might not see it as a bridge to a better peace and understanding.

Caterina glanced at the white snowsuit draped in Zavier’s arms and brightened noticeably. “Hey, isn’t that the outfit you bought when you and Laila...”

“...went to Plemboiya to hunt Lorigian polar bears?” Zavier completed. “It sure is!!” He had fond memories of his ex-girlfriend and his undergrad days. They had lain in snow and ice for days that summer, shooting bears with a telephoto lens. Fun times...

His wistful countenance did not escape Caterina’s notice. “Maybe you’ll find a suitable sister-in-law for me at Ice Station Loris,” she chimed.

He glanced sharply at her over the bridge of his glasses. “You’re worse than Mama,” he rebuked.

He tossed the anorak onto the bed. The cat scrambled off Caterina’s lap, then cautiously approached as the snow bib’s pant legs draped over the edge. Pickles sniffed a white-encrusted cuff, then sat on his haunches and grimaced in a classic Flehmengovian response.

Zavier glanced at the pair of woolen socks nearby. Perhaps if he shifted some socks and thermal underwear from one bag to the other, he could squeeze in the red parka. But the full-blown snow suit just wasn’t going to fit, no matter what.

“Well, there’s gotta be pretty women from places other than Alunya,” Caterina quipped. “It’s supposed to be an international polar science base station, after all. Maybe a babushka?”

“I’m a gonna have to wear it,” Zavier sighed. He kicked off his white sneakers, pulled the bibs off the hangar and started pulling them on. Pickles stood up and backed away towards the door.

“What are you doing?!!” exclaimed Caterina, perplexed.

“I’m putting on my snow suit.”

“But why?”

“‘Cause it won’t fit.” Zavier gestured to the two duffle bags.

Caterina rolled her eyes. “You’re gonna be way too hot, especially on the train.”

“Nah, I’ll be as snuggly warm as a Sycan.” Zavier slid the straps over his narrow shoulders, zipped the suit, and reached for the coat.

“Sycans don’t sweat. You do,” Caterina retorted. “You’re gonna stink.”

Zavier glanced down at the white encrusted cuffs of the bibs. Pickles looked up at him from the door jamb. “Can’t smell any worse than penguin scat,” he shrugged. He slipped on the anorak, and started placing the red parka in the lighter of the two bags, disgorging undergarments and footwear to do so.

“You have a point,” she admitted. Caterina grasped the newly displaced clothing and jammed it into the other kit.

He slipped his shoes back on, and pasted the velcro straps back into place. Standing back up, he grabbed the straps of each bag, and flung one over each shoulder. They bumped smartly together and hung vertically down his back. He pulled the anorak’s hood over his head for effect, hoping he looked like a proper antarctic explorer.

“How do I look?”

Caterina eyed him critically. “Like an astronaut. Or the Michelin man.”

“Thanks.” Zavier turned towards the door. Pickles’ eyes widened, and he bolted for the stairs.

Caterina nimbly jumped ahead of him and led him down the stairs to the first floor front door. She opened it, and he stood in the threshold, blocking her sight of the throng in the crowded alleyway of the medina. Pickles eyed him cautiously from the foot pedals of the Schoenhut at the far end of the hall.

Zavier wiggled his ass like a cat getting ready to pounce. “Hey sis, does this outfit make my butt look too big?”

She sighed, and rolled her eyes, “Zaz, you’re such a nerd!!”

And with that, Dr. Zavier Antonio del Zumo waddled into the crowd like Gozer the Destructor in the form of the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man, bound for Plemboiya.

>^,,^<
Alunya

My god...this was beautiful...
*Cries*

Little does Zavier know the true horrors of the Antarctic...

Perhaps he should come into contact with VADM Anderson?

The syca, Lorigia, and The Soviet States of Europe

Raccooniah wrote:When’s the new SNN coming out? I need to continue the events of The Dam collapse!

ok and i need my civil war on there but be calm it will come out soon

Post by Thessallonnia suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.

Thessallonnia

Tanabon wrote:I guess they don't want weapons or support then.

2.5 million people arrive at Central Square. The Government Capital

*Ryan Thanks picks up a megaphone*

Don Drennon. THIS IS THE NTCP. ON BEHALF OF THE THESSALLONNIAN PEOPLE, COME OUT AND SURRENDER FOR YOUR CRIMES AND TREASON TO OUR PEOPLE. ALL OVER THIS COUNTRY I HAVE 500 MILLION PEOPLE ON THEIR WAY TO STORM THIS CAPITAL IF YOU DO NOT SURRENDER. WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION WE WILL BE IN POWER BY THE MORNING OF THE 20TH. SURRENDER NOW!!!

Thessallonnia wrote:2.5 million people arrive at Central Square. The Government Capital

*Ryan Thanks picks up a megaphone*

Don Drennon. THIS IS THE NTCP. ON BEHALF OF THE THESSALLONNIAN PEOPLE, COME OUT AND SURRENDER FOR YOUR CRIMES AND TREASON TO OUR PEOPLE. ALL OVER THIS COUNTRY I HAVE 500 MILLION PEOPLE ON THEIR WAY TO STORM THIS CAPITAL IF YOU DO NOT SURRENDER. WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION WE WILL BE IN POWER BY THE MORNING OF THE 20TH. SURRENDER NOW!!!

sounds bad

The Black Cathedral wrote:Hey, can you check your discord for me real quick?

maybe later today

Tanabon

Thessallonnia wrote:2.5 million people arrive at Central Square. The Government Capital

*Ryan Thanks picks up a megaphone*

Don Drennon. THIS IS THE NTCP. ON BEHALF OF THE THESSALLONNIAN PEOPLE, COME OUT AND SURRENDER FOR YOUR CRIMES AND TREASON TO OUR PEOPLE. ALL OVER THIS COUNTRY I HAVE 500 MILLION PEOPLE ON THEIR WAY TO STORM THIS CAPITAL IF YOU DO NOT SURRENDER. WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION WE WILL BE IN POWER BY THE MORNING OF THE 20TH. SURRENDER NOW!!!

Imma send that air support if that's okie with you now and maybe some soldiers

Lorigia

Tanabon wrote:Imma send that air support if that's okie with you now and maybe some soldier

oh oh oh oh oh its tanabon

Post by Thessallonnia suppressed by Territorio di Nessuno.

Thessallonnia

Thessallonnia wrote:2.5 million people arrive at Central Square. The Government Capital

*Ryan Thanks picks up a megaphone*

Don Drennon. THIS IS THE NTCP. ON BEHALF OF THE THESSALLONNIAN PEOPLE, COME OUT AND SURRENDER FOR YOUR CRIMES AND TREASON TO OUR PEOPLE. ALL OVER THIS COUNTRY I HAVE 500 MILLION PEOPLE ON THEIR WAY TO STORM THIS CAPITAL IF YOU DO NOT SURRENDER. WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR PERMISSION WE WILL BE IN POWER BY THE MORNING OF THE 20TH. SURRENDER NOW!!!

I have done nothing against the Thessallonnian people but look at you. Riots, Flags, Uniforms. You are the true traitors of Thessallonnia.

Oh really, why don't you tell that to the people you killed in Doroma huh? The nuclear weapon YOU ORDERED to be dropped on that city. KILLING 25 MILLION PEOPLE. I HAVE EVERY JUSTICATION TO STORM THAT BUILDING AND HANG YOU WITH A NOOSE

SURRENDER NOW!!!!

oOo...
whats happening?
( ̄. ̄)

Osiris-rex wrote:maybe later today

Excellent.

Lorigia

The Filippinas wrote:oOo...
whats happening?
( ̄. ̄)

*gangplank galleon starts playing*

Thessallonnia

DRENNON

Alright. I'm coming out. Do not kill me

*NTCP Supporters draw their guns*

STAND BY. DO NOT SHOOT UNLESS I ORDER IT

Thessallonnia

*Don Drennon surrenders*

BAG HIM

Where is the Podium. Line up some speakers. Broadcast this to the whole country. Bring him with me

*goosestep marches back to TSP*

(。ì _ í。) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一¦____

Thessallonnia wrote:DRENNON

Alright. I'm coming out. Do not kill me

*NTCP Supporters draw their guns*

STAND BY. DO NOT SHOOT UNLESS I ORDER IT

Thessallonnia wrote:*Don Drennon surrenders*

BAG HIM

Where is the Podium. Line up some speakers. Broadcast this to the whole country. Bring him with me

ok ok ok ok ok ok otay

Herrliches leiden

Salutations, comrades.

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