Nordic Lands

Vinslott wrote:

I hope no one is doing this as a joke, it's a major game rules violation. I suggest reporting it.

Baltic literally admitted to it

EDIT: I did make a forum thread concerning that.

Patche wrote:

Dude, you can get DEATed for guessing peoples passwords

Correct, or worse. Do not try to log into other players' nations, folks, it's a bad idea.

"We found them fleeing from Thorez under a truck tarpaulin, Komissar Chatton. They were trying to reach the coast, almost certainly to get to a foreign ship."
"...Leave us alone, Captain."

The Captain saluted with his fist and left the room. Chatton approached the most imposing masked individual, and removed the hood covering his head.

“Warmeister Game” smiled Chatton, looking cruel. “I see you haven't lost any weight since last time we met."

Game looked at Chatton, out of breath and exhausted. Julie watched the two men from across the room. Game's old, obese figure contrasted with Chatton's small, frail, lean one.

“Where are my manners? I must also welcome my other guests, your lieutenants.”

Chatton drew his ceremonial dagger from its sheath and, with a jerk, stabbed one of the two prisoners surrounding Game, causing him to scream.
“NO” shouted Game, but it was useless. Chatton continued to stab each of Game's unfortunate companions. The howls, muffled by gags and hoods, grew fainter and fainter, until they ceased altogether.
Covered in blood, heaving with excitement, Chatton once again stood in front of Game, to the latter's dismay.

“As you can see, Game, our little internal power struggle is over. My troops are disposing of your capitalist rats who were still occupying Thorez. Too many comrades have died as a result of your treachery.”
“You can't kill me, Chatton.” breathed Game “I'm a personal friend of the Autarch. Triskelia wouldn't allow it.”

“A personal friend,” grinned Chatton. “A puppet Triskelia was going to set up to control us.”

Chatton knelt down beside Game “How much was he going to pay you to pretend to continue the revolution, while allowing his factories to exploit our comrades for a pittance? What gift was he going to give you to keep his country's socialists on a leash? So that our army would obey his orders? A night with his personal aide-de-camp? A mountain of gold?”

Game didn't answer. Chatton chuckled and proudly introduced Julie and her comrades.

“Look at the new face of our revolution. We didn't need your famous 200,000 men to retake our capital, to destroy or drive the last Imperial forces from our territory. We did it all ourselves, to save the hope of the proletarians, while you and your traitors sold out to a new master.”

Chatton gestured to one of his aides-de-camp, Donovan, to approach Game.

“The time for internal unrest is over. It's time for expansion. Donovan, use the prisoners taken from Game's loyalists. We'll strike fast.”

“You're crazy, Chatton” growls Game “Attacking Triskelia now would be madness. They have a whole alliance with them, and our economy is barely functional.”

“The prisoners made on Prion are being worked to death to restore it, dear Game. But I assure you, it's not Triskelia I'm interested in. As for you... you're right, I can't kill you.”

Chatton lit one of his cigars under Game's tense eyes, who suspected what was about to happen.

“I'll keep your obese carcass alive so as not to completely destroy our relationship with dear Autarch. But I won't keep you totally intact.”

Chatton placed the cigar on Game's half-naked shoulder, who roared in pain. He gave a satisfied smile, then motioned to two of his lieutenants to take him to the dungeon. “Don't kill him,” Chatton intimated, dark-eyed.
The two men dragged Game with difficulty out of the room, under the pensive eye of Chatton, who took a few moments to look at the scene before bending over a map again.

A map of Prion-Cirus

People are actually doing roleplay???? Wow!!!

This war is getting more repetitive. First, PCI gets nuked, now Krennland threatening The countries they are at war with? Bruh.