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Grossadmiral Der Lowe wrote:Cheating

Real men don't even use tents! :P Which means, of course, that I am not a Real Manô.

If a full on RV is cheating, what about a pop-up camper?

Grossadmiral Der Lowe wrote:Hello, I am...mhm, it is, I can get into nationstates for like 30 minutes a day

Oh, I'll have to make sure to stick around online when I see you active then! :)

Sinyal wrote:rv

Sends over a keg of beer

Grossadmiral Der Lowe wrote:Cheating

Yes but think of the beer

Loftegen 2 wrote:Real men don't even use tents! :P Which means, of course, that I am not a Real Manô.

If a full on RV is cheating, what about a pop-up camper?

smart

So, that time I went backpacking with my family the other weekend? I didn't set up my tent fully - just like crawled into it without putting up the poles. When I woke up, I was covered in slugs.

...Would not recommend.

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Guiness Freaks wrote:Beer leader writes a message for dear tubbius, places it in an empty bottle and throws it out to sea. hopefully it will reach him.

Tubbius receives the bottle from a Belly tonight while wiggling into His nightgown. Glasses go on, and beady eyes squintily read.

Ever victorious iron willed commanders

it feels like once you leave you always come back but you can't get back into things

Ever victorious iron willed commanders wrote:it feels like once you leave you always come back but you can't get back into things

You can if you wanna! :) What are you interested in getting into?

Hail Lazarus! How fairs all y'all

Mghnb wrote:Hail Lazarus! How fairs all y'all

We're doing well! ^^ How's it going in Osiris?

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:We're doing well! ^^ How's it going in Osiris?

Doing well, doing well

Leonism wrote:OOC: Very nice RP post again, my friend Loftegen 2! After the very long one yesterday, just a short one from me today.

Executive Command Bunker, below Government House, Loftegen2
Imperator Konsul Leo I. to saw the brainwashed would-be assassin being led away in handcuffs. He looked back to the screen, where the Corvette MorgenrŲte had just crashed to the Plaza's floor, the crew fleeing in terror while Lady Zaharra leaned in to Leonhardt Schulte as if to kiss him, then suddenly both figures vanished.

He looked at Prime Minister Ysar with what could best be described as a confused smile. "Is it over now? Is it all over? The NLO defeated? Can we finally get back to normal diplomatic business? What do you think, Prime Minister?". While the Prime Minister opened his mouth to answer, Leo glanced aside at Tanja Fassberg. She quickly looked away, but it was obvious she had be looking at him, and none other than him, for a while now. What was it with her?

"Well, we still got reports coming in from various sources about NLO activities, but it seems like we have thwarted whatever they were up to in several different places. Yes, I think it is all over now." He looked at Leo. The Emperor was an odd fellow, but Ysar was certain he would be able to conduct mutually beneficial business with him. Now that they finally got the time to do so...

First of a couple of little vignettes aimed at wrapping up the RP Leonism and I have been engaging in, focusing on the Loftegen 2 side.

The street in front of the Altenburg Grand Hotel

2nd Lt. Beka Hamlin, seated on the edge of a large concrete planter, surveyed the scene around her and shuddered. She'd seen combat in Brazilistan, but that had been amongst ramshackle mud huts and tin roofed shacks, and hadn't been anywhere near as intense as what she had just gone through. The NLOers had barricaded themselves on the third floor of the Owens Financial Group building and fought to the last. Every single one of them had been killed or wounded.

The survivors were now receiving care from the crews of the ambulances crowding the street, as were the wounded members of 3rd Platoon, the 1269th Sonderstaffel, and the civil militia. The dead were already on their way to the local morgue. Unfortunately that included two of her people: a squad leader who had thrown himself on a grenade to protect his men, and a grenadier who had chosen the wrong moment to cross an opening.

One of Marcus's men had been killed as well, a Quinturio named Klemperer. Beka didn't know the exact circumstances of the man's death, only that Marcus wasn't taking it very well. Which made perfect sense: she wasn't taking the deaths of her folks very well either. She found herself wondering if Imperial officers had a tradition of writing letters to the families of casualties?

Beka looked around. The street was like a movie set. A block away, everything was fine. Here there were burned out cars, debris littered the ground, and there were spent cartridge cases everywhere. In addition to the ambulances there were fire trucks, police cars, EOD vans, even an insurance agent arguing with a building owner about why the damage wasn't covered by his policy.

"Geht es dir gut?" Marcus asked as he sat down next to her. His expression was somewhere between numb and horrified. The blood soaking his uniform probably had something to do with that. Beka thought she could see little bits of someone's brain here and there as well.

"No better than you," Beka answered. "I have to write an after-action report, and account for our ammo expenditure, and recommend Sgt. Porter for a medal, and then call his wife and tell her he's dead." Her voice caught as she said the last. Marcus put an arm around her shoulders. She leaned against him. They both sobbed quietly.

War really was Hell.

Zachsland

ahhhhhrggahhhhh

Zachsland

Zachsland wrote:ahhhhhrggahhhhh

iyes!

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:Oh, I'll have to make sure to stick around online when I see you active then! :)

Itís better of that you get some sleep! As idk what times I will be able to be online at, so sleep! Hehe!! Even if it is 2pm >.~

Zachsland wrote:iyes!

Hello! :)

Grossadmiral Der Lowe wrote:Itís better of that you get some sleep! As idk what times I will be able to be online at, so sleep! Hehe!! Even if it is 2pm >.~

...I was going to go to sleep but then started doing a gameplay discussion thing on the discord...

Evidently a god send! :D

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:Hello! :)...I was going to go to sleep but then started doing a gameplay discussion thing on the discord...

Evidently a god send! :D

Mhm, god works in weird and mysterious ways apparently >.>

But you should still sleep, as it is nearly 3am for you, and you need your sleep!!!

>.> hopefully Iíll be able to be on, on Thursday!!

>.< thatís a lot of !

Grossadmiral Der Lowe wrote:Mhm, god works in weird and mysterious ways apparently >.>

But you should still sleep, as it is nearly 3am for you, and you need your sleep!!!

>.> hopefully Iíll be able to be on, on Thursday!!

>.< thatís a lot of !

! Okay, I'!! sleep! ^^ Ta!k to ya !ater fr!end!

Your Imaginary Friend wrote:! Okay, I'!! sleep! ^^ Ta!k to ya !ater fr!end!

Talk to ya later!

Beer leader is exactly "still sore after lying on the ground camping 3 days ago" years old. Ugh. More beer.

This morning, a group of greatly pregnant mommies-to-be and their hefty hubbies are touring the palace. However, the Two Tubbies of Treadwellia are still asleep and unable to entertain guests. Well, They are asleep until Her Gravidity magically "tunes in" on all of the portly "preggies" toddling through the halls. Her Motherhood is in the middle of a rumbly snore that turns into a squeaky "HRM!" that wakes both Royal Roly-Polies when one of the visitors experiences a very potent kick in her tum-tum. Treadwellia's Fat Father yawns, barely opens an eye, takes to rubbing Her Bountifulness' belly, and then gives a few soft-spoken mmphs to persuade Her Fecundity back to sleep.

In the palace, the tour continues, tottering through the kitchens and dining room. Many tourists "Oooooh" and "Ahhhhh" at the sights. Many photos are snapped on cameras.

Beer leader forgot to add a "yeet" to his previous message to sound like he is totally one of the kids.

Is saying yeet actually cool? =P

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