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East Supple Lund wrote:Lol look at this dum dum can't even spell default right

he means defeat dances

East Supple Lund wrote:Lol look at this dum dum can't even spell default right

Look at this dood
Oh look at the top of his head
Wheeze

The new sith organisation

Hey, SR. It’s Fed, and I made a new nation.

Lotion Empire wrote:Look at this dood
Oh look at the top of his head
Wheeze

Lotion u know I'm sensitive about my hairline

Holdac wrote:he means defeat dances

Yeah totally
*laughs nervously*

The new sith organisation wrote:Hey, SR. It’s Fed, and I made a new nation.

"Hmmmm..."

smh why is everyone ignoring me :(

East Supple Lund wrote:Lotion u know I'm sensitive about my hairline

actually I didnt, and now i'm using that against u

The new sith organisation

Wing Dings Gaster wrote:"Hmmmm..."

Why hmmm?

The new sith organisation wrote:Why hmmm?

"Interesting..."

El Fiji Grande wrote:BAZINGA!
I win

Hek

The new sith organisation wrote:Why hmmm?

"Comes out of the void"

Lotion Empire wrote:actually I didnt, and now i'm using that against u

https://i.ytimg.com/vi/iGfGMx0TTis/maxresdefault.jpg

East Supple Lund wrote:https://i.ytimg.com/vi/iGfGMx0TTis/maxresdefault.jpg

"My dookie fought back, pls send help"

I’ve waited two years for this moment. Here we are!

Highton wrote:I’ve waited two years for this moment. Here we are!

Yay congrats!

*waits for Zaz*

Highton wrote:I’ve waited two years for this moment. Here we are!

Hold up

Sartinaynia

The United States of Tanabon would like to offer two medical outfitted HU-1s as a token of goodwill and firendship between the two nations.

Tanabon wrote:Sartinaynia

The United States of Tanabon would like to offer two medical outfitted HU-1s as a token of goodwill and firendship between the two nations.

"Emerges from the void without knowing he was in another country"


Ikumi stepped out of her office onto the Balcony and breathed in the sultry sweet air. Mika casually wrapped her arms around Ikumi's waist and stood in silence for one moment...two...
Her soft breathing made a relaxing sensation go down her entire body and back up. She imagined their days running through the woods that burnt down oh so many years ago, and their trip to their favorite picnic spot. Those days felt so long ago, but with Mika beside her, she felt as if she never left the scenic circle with light glinting through the leaves, creating a small heart across the grass. It pained her to remember the ash and death that surrounded that place only weeks later. She pushed the memory back, she wanted to focus on now. Her eyes drifted off, but Mika brought her back as she kissed her on the cheek. A wave of warmth from her cheek across her body made the bad feel excluded from her body and let her focus on now. She turned and kissed Mika back to thank her silently. She went back to her desk and began setting a flight for Xyree. She was appointed as military forman, and she did not want to let this alliance down. She stepped from her desk to a wall phone in the back, calling for someone to setup a meeting with Xyree. Transparency doesn't work without communication, does it? Mika's thoughts flooded with Ideas, but she decided to wait to tell anyone until she was there.

Mika stepped to her side.

"So, what was that about? You have that face again." Her face was calm, but Ikumi knew she was close to spouting about her recent choices. She knew better then to tell her what was planned, but it was so hard to hide anything from her...

"I have a plan...for Osean, but I have to talk to someone first. They would be able to help the idea along." She gave her a stone cold look, but at this point Mika never batted an eye. She's known the look for years, but it only was after the fire....She pushed the memory aside again. It was too painful for her to think about, and she had a more daunting task ahead.

She heard the ding that a message came in. She was just given the okay to enter...at least now she had something to focus about, but the spindles...she still couldn't quite understand how those worked, but knew what they did. She helped create some pretty dangerous weapons, but those....she decided she was glad to be on their side. The air became sour, as if she just ate 5 lemon heads at once. The idea mad her laugh, but it burnt her lungs as she breathed....Her eyes became watery, but Mika quickly wiped them way. Ikumi gave her a thanking nod, and they head back to the desk to go over other papers.

Enjoy this post my boi.
I actually used this as an upcoming post, just for a little foreshadow of why I included such strange details

Highton wrote:I’ve waited two years for this moment. Here we are!

Congrats!

I have finally reached 40 million peeps woo

SR RP

Toussaint Bourdette, President of the State of Fuseana, a humble servant of God and the Creole Union, paced back and forth in his office, the blindingly bright tropical sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Sir. Relax, it’ll be all right,” said his longtime friend and special aide, Joseph Hebert, who was sitting on the President’s desk. “I always get nervous before speeches, Joseph. Always,” sighed Bourdette. “Take some deep breaths,” advised Joseph. “And remember, you have done worse things before. You led our Revolution. You were at the head of the crowd that stormed the Capesterre Armory. You were one of those who negotiated the formation of the wonderful Creole Union. You are the greatest hero our nation has ever had since Beausoleil. After all that, you will do just fine with a speech. Trust me.” Toussaint stopped pacing, stood with his back to Joseph for a moment, and then turned and flashed his friend a grateful and appreciative smile. “Very well,” he said, “Thank you, my friend. You are reliable, as always.”

Ten minutes later, Toussaint, now covered in orange paint to “make him look natural”, sat in a hard chair at a wooden desk. Behind him was a blue background, and the flags of the Creole Union and the State of Fuseana. Obnoxious spotlights shown on his face, and in front of him there was a man operating a very large camera. There was a call of “Lights, Camera, Action!” and the camera rolled.

“Good people of the Creole Union,” said Bourdette into the cluster of microphones placed in front of him, “It is truly an honor and a privilege to speak with you today, and I hope and trust that all of you are well.” Clearing his throat, the President looked down at his notes, and then continued. “Today, I have grave news to announce. Grave, but hopeful, for we have done what we have done in the name of friendship and good faith. In support of the Imperial Osean Kingdom of Asthea, the Creole Union has declared war on Al-Sawarim, as I am sure many of you have heard. It is a solemn moment for us, but not a hopeless one. We are a good people, and a great nation, as is the case with Asthea. If we remain faithful, if we look towards heaven, our forces shall triumph. For we fight in the name of good, against a nation which wrongfully and shamelessly attacked another nation with no regard for compassion or human life. All for foolish imperialism. To overcome this challenge as a free people and a free nation, we must labor and pray together with all our strength; but, I promise, fellow citizens, it will not be in vain. God bless Asthea, and God bless the Creole Union. Thank you.”

Post self-deleted by Wing Dings Gaster.

Fuseana wrote:SR RP

Toussaint Bourdette, President of the State of Fuseana, a humble servant of God and the Creole Union, paced back and forth in his office, the blindingly bright tropical sunlight streaming in through the windows. “Sir. Relax, it’ll be all right,” said his longtime friend and special aide, Joseph Hebert, who was sitting on the President’s desk. “I always get nervous before speeches, Joseph. Always,” sighed Bourdette. “Take some deep breaths,” advised Joseph. “And remember, you have done worse things before. You led our Revolution. You were at the head of the crowd that stormed the Capesterre Armory. You were one of those who negotiated the formation of the wonderful Creole Union. You are the greatest hero our nation has ever had since Beausoleil. After all that, you will do just fine with a speech. Trust me.” Toussaint stopped pacing, stood with his back to Joseph for a moment, and then turned and flashed his friend a grateful and appreciative smile. “Very well,” he said, “Thank you, my friend. You are reliable, as always.”

Ten minutes later, Toussaint, now covered in orange paint to “make him look natural”, sat in a hard chair at a wooden desk. Behind him was a blue background, and the flags of the Creole Union and the State of Fuseana. Obnoxious spotlights shown on his face, and in front of him there was a man operating a very large camera. There was a call of “Lights, Camera, Action!” and the camera rolled.

“Good people of the Creole Union,” said Bourdette into the cluster of microphones placed in front of him, “It is truly an honor and a privilege to speak with you today, and I hope and trust that all of you are well.” Clearing his throat, the President looked down at his notes, and then continued. “Today, I have grave news to announce. Grave, but hopeful, for we have done what we have done in the name of friendship and good faith. In support of the Imperial Osean Kingdom of Asthea, the Creole Union has declared war on Al-Sawarim, as I am sure many of you have heard. It is a solemn moment for us, but not a hopeless one. We are a good people, and a great nation, as is the case with Asthea. If we remain faithful, if we look towards heaven, our forces shall triumph. For we fight in the name of good, against a nation which wrongfully and shamelessly attacked another nation with no regard for compassion or human life. All for foolish imperialism. To overcome this challenge as a free people and a free nation, we must labor and pray together with all our strength; but, I promise, fellow citizens, it will not be in vain. God bless Asthea, and God bless the Creole Union. Thank you.”

I almost thought that was deerfenland

Lapathiya

Nordic-British Union wrote:I almost thought that was deerfenland

‘Tis me

It’s my alt that united with him on SR

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