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Rost Dreadnorramus wrote:Like when people were on their nation last?

you can say that.

Mordka wrote:you can say that.

Ya, but I would prefer people be publicly active more often, so if a nation is looking for a new region and stumbles across ours they will see that we are pretty active and it might encourage them to join.

Rost Dreadnorramus wrote:Ya, but I would prefer people be publicly active more often, so if a nation is looking for a new region and stumbles across ours they will see that we are pretty active and it might encourage them to join.

Maybe, the RBM of the Mordkan Empire didn't become active till Z for zorro joined us.

Greetings and Salutations from the Nations of Bumba Damballa...

Citell wrote:Greetings and Salutations from the Nations of Bumba Damballa...

Salvete.

In world war one the Zimmermann Telegram was sent from the German state to Mexico which wanted Mexico to join the central powers. The telegram was the main reason for America joining the war on the side of the Allies.

Viss Trupe wrote:In world war one the Zimmermann Telegram was sent from the German state to Mexico which wanted Mexico to join the central powers. The telegram was the main reason for America joining the war on the side of the Allies.

Cool.

The Defense of Fort Mchenry.
O! say can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
’Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.

O! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav’n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: ’In God is our trust.’
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!

Rost Dreadnorramus has taken to wearing medal-adorned military uniform in all public appearances.

The Issue
While planning the party convention for your re-election campaign your advisers have come to disagree on what the overall feeling of the event should be. They have turned to their natural means of making a final decision: bothering you about it.

The Debate
“One word: fireworks,” states Xanatos Latham, chairman of your political party, holding a wickedly thorned rose to the light. “Banal political speeches and rhetorical niceties just aren’t doing anything; the people have grown tired of it all. Come to think of it, I’m sick of it myself, and that’s really saying something. We really ought to put on an honest to goodness show here. Lasers! Music! Celebrity appearances! That should really push us up in the polls—and more importantly, your opponents down.” He bends the rose until the stem snaps.

Accept

“By all means, do that,” sarcastically quips your Minister of Finance, Chip Sandler. “You can give people all the bread and circuses you want, but when it comes time to follow through, no amount of flash will solve the real deficit: the deficit of trust. Give them the unvarnished truth, and spare them the unnecessary pomp and circumstance. I propose you read off a list of factual bullet points provided by my, and other, departments. For example, did you know that in the last year, no fewer than 39,280 deaths have been attributed to that marshmallow bill you approved a while back? Fascinating!”

Accept

“WHAT?!” bellows your Secretary of Defense, Iris Amin. “Millions of good, decent Raxians are fearful. They face the perils of globalism and an uncertain world order. Now’s our chance to show Rost Dreadnorramus what a REAL leader does in a time of crisis. Ride into the convention atop a tank, at the spearhead of a full armored vehicle convoy. Mount a three-story tall podium draped in a giant Raxianian flag, and promise our people the world!” She pauses for a moment as a vaulting grin creeps up her face. “Literally!”

Accept

Dismiss This Issue

No surprise with the poll.

Post by RIP Raxulan Empire suppressed by Rost Dreadnorramus.

Guess this time it really is official, RIP Raxulan Empire

RIP Raxulan Empire wrote:Guess this time it really is official, RIP Raxulan Empire

RIP Raxulan Empire is a weird dude.

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