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Great kongdom wrote:Kongdom is doing better than before.

I would like a test subject dead or alive it doesn't matter to me

New Trisone wrote:Attention: If you are tagged in this post, you have until Friday, October 18th to make an rp post pertaining to Strangereal. If you do not have a post uploaded by next Friday, your nation will be removed from the map. You can rejoin, but please try your best to stay active or let us know when you are on hiatus so you are not removed.
Kerlodes

Kerlodes Is In The South Pacific Now.

Brevada and Masked figure

Paradise de capitalism wrote:All hail capitalism! Die commies!

Mmm hmm

Fizban, Great kongdom, and Masked figure

Blob Regulators wrote:Kerlodes Is In The South Pacific Now.

Hey Blob! ^_^
How are you?

Great kongdom

Great kongdom

Masked figure wrote:I would like a test subject dead or alive it doesn't matter to me

What do you mean by that?

Masked figure

Great kongdom wrote:What do you mean?

You see I am a scientist and I can help you make biological weapons

Great kongdom

*Note, Week 8 Stretches Slightly To Reach The End Of The Month

Week 1: Neo Supple Lund (East supple lund)
Week 2: Hong Kong Empire
Week 3: Troyskova
Week 4: Greater Saint-Paul/-Cut Short-
Week 5: -Cut Short-
Week 6: -Cut Short-
Week 7: -Cut Short-
*Week 8: -Cut Short-

Read dispatch

OwO what's this?

Lorigia, Fizban, and Brevada

Masked figure wrote:You see I am a scientist and I can help you make biological weapons

I see. We will allow you to do so if you can help us construct science centers and laboratories.

Masked figure

Asthea wrote:
*Note, Week 8 Stretches Slightly To Reach The End Of The Month

Week 1: Neo Supple Lund (East supple lund)
Week 2: Hong Kong Empire
Week 3: Troyskova
Week 4: Greater Saint-Paul/-Cut Short-
Week 5: -Cut Short-
Week 6: -Cut Short-
Week 7: -Cut Short-
*Week 8: -Cut Short-

Read dispatch

OwO what's this?

Ye

Great kongdom

i need help i keep getting this automatic repair loop error i searched on the internet and it still didn't fix it...

Asthea, Fizban, and Great kongdom

Great kongdom wrote:I see. We will allow you to do so if you can help us construct science centers and laboratories.

I have no problem with that

Great kongdom

Masked figure wrote:I have no problem with that

The great Kongdomese people thank you for your help.

Masked figure

Asthea wrote:
*Note, Week 8 Stretches Slightly To Reach The End Of The Month

Week 1: Neo Supple Lund (East supple lund)
Week 2: Hong Kong Empire
Week 3: Troyskova
Week 4: Greater Saint-Paul/-Cut Short-
Week 5: -Cut Short-
Week 6: -Cut Short-
Week 7: -Cut Short-
*Week 8: -Cut Short-

Read dispatch

OwO what's this?

Teeheehee UwU that is like so kawaii desu omg notice me senpai Bob-chan OwO

Asthea and Great kongdom

Asthean National News

Unification of Asthea and Martantaka

After the comeback of the South Osean Federation of Martantaka, Asthea have approached the new country about the unification of both beautiful country, in which the columns have been erected to hold the new United South Osean Nations, military forces are now more sided to the Martantakan Military Policy, while the government is sided to the Asthean Parliament and The House of Emperor's

Bring back the freedom! Bring back the union!

Martantaka

Angshire wrote:Teeheehee UwU that is like so kawaii desu omg notice me senpai Bob-chan OwO

Ya know, I just got really confused because a lot of my usernames are Bob on other games and my old nation was Bob169633...

Praeceps and Petes sake

Asthea wrote:Asthean National News

Unification of Asthea and Martantaka

After the comeback of the South Osean Federation of Martantaka, Asthea have approached the new country about the unification of both beautiful country, in which the columns have been erected to hold the new United South Osean Nations, military forces are now more sided to the Martantakan Military Policy, while the government is sided to the Asthean Parliament and The House of Emperor's

Bring back the freedom! Bring back the union!

Martantakan Approved

Fizban and Great kongdom

Great kongdom wrote:The great Kongdomese people thank you for your help.

Your welcome

Great kongdom

Union of austria-hungary

Fizban wrote:Ya know, I just got really confused because a lot of my usernames are Bob on other games and my old nation was Bob169633...

Forget your password or something?

Asthea wrote:Asthean National News

Unification of Asthea and Martantaka

After the comeback of the South Osean Federation of Martantaka, Asthea have approached the new country about the unification of both beautiful country, in which the columns have been erected to hold the new United South Osean Nations, military forces are now more sided to the Martantakan Military Policy, while the government is sided to the Asthean Parliament and The House of Emperor's

Bring back the freedom! Bring back the union!

So now there are two unions in OSEAN:
Soviet-Paulistian Union (SPU)
United South Osean Nations (USON)
Cool

Asthea and Masked figure

Fizban wrote:Ya know, I just got really confused because a lot of my usernames are Bob on other games and my old nation was Bob169633...

Oof, I meant Blob-chan...

Fizban and Petes sake

Long live the Eraverinese (Eraverian) people.

Great kongdom

Union of austria-hungary wrote:Forget your password or something?

This thing called “The Great Purge” happened.

Praeceps, Great kongdom, and Masked figure

Brevada wrote:Hey Blob! ^_^
How are you?

Very Well, Yourself?

Asthea wrote:
*Note, Week 8 Stretches Slightly To Reach The End Of The Month

Week 1: Neo Supple Lund (East supple lund)
Week 2: Hong Kong Empire
Week 3: Troyskova
Week 4: Greater Saint-Paul/-Cut Short-
Week 5: -Cut Short-
Week 6: -Cut Short-
Week 7: -Cut Short-
*Week 8: -Cut Short-

Read dispatch

OwO what's this?

Be Our Guest, My RP Where Amira (The Sultana) Goes Around To A Bunch Of Different Places.
I Was Going To Ask You With An RP Post But, I'll Just Ask Here.
Should Amira Come To Asthea?

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Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

Greetings, Prime Memeister Moose.
I Have Decided That I Shall Be Paying A Visit To Neo-Supple Lund, And Meet With You, Maybe Walk Around And See The Landscape.
The State Of The Union Is Boring Me To The Grave, And I Wanted To Do Something.
Because Of The Recent Request By The Lotion Empire, I Have Decided That Visiting Nations Is What I Will Do Until The Nation Calls My Return.
You Will Be First On My List, Since We Have Relatively Good Relations.
Once I Have Finished Jumping Around The World I Will Most Likely Visit Here One More Time Before Returning, If I Am Not Interupted.
I Hope You Accept My Request, It Will Be At No Cost To You Or Your Nation.
Sincerely, Amira Of The Union Of Al-Revolt, Raeghaer States, And Yedisan

East supple lund wrote:
Dearest guest, Amira Of the Union of Al-Revolt, Raeghaer States, and Yedisan:

Thank you for choosing Neo-Supple Lund as your latest tourist destination, you certainly won’t regret it! We have quite the itinerary planned for you, including the following:

-Breakfast at the Meme Mausoleum with Prime Memeister Edward EdgeLord
-A tour of Memeopolis, all of its fine institutions and monuments
-Dinner at the world renown Chicken Itza, the finest purveyor of SR-Spanish dishes
-A short flight to Rack City, where we shall tour the cities arcades and entertainment halls
-A visit to the Quacken, the 69 foot tall inflatable duck
-A private concert but internationally famous electronic artist Kraft Punk
-And many other exciting things to do!

Be sure to pack warmly, for the cold weather is setting in, and while it usually doesn’t get to cold, it can at times be a bit chilly. If you have any objections or ideas of your own, we’ll be happy to hear them!

Thanks for coming to visit, and don’t let your dreams be memes! The Prime Memeister eagerly awaits your arrival!

-Ichiro Isuke, Memeister of Culture

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

Thank You For The Swift Reply.
"Two Last Questions, How Long Will All Of These Events Take In Total, And May I Bring My Pet Cat? She Enjoys Travel.
Regardless Of How Long My Visit Will Be, I Will Definitely Enjoy It, And Will Pack Many Coats!
I Hope I Can Arrive Swiftly, As I Will Be Leaving Soon And My Assistant Qatam Will Handle My Work While I Am Away.
Thank You Again, Amira Al-Eazim Of The Union Of Al-Revolt, Raeghaer States, And Yedisan."
Amira Put The Neatly Wrote Message In The Envelope, And Stood Up.
She Went To Closet And Grabbed The Only Two Coats In Her Possesion, Grabbed Qatim (The Cat), And Prepared For The Trip.
Qatam Found The Undelivered Letter And Delivered It Before Amira Noticed Her Mistake.
OOC: Extra Bit Was Added At The End As I Felt My Posts Have Been Short Lately.

East supple lund wrote:
Firstly, these events are designed to take place for around 2 to 3 days, depending on how much sightseeing you'd like to do. But I reiterate, we are always open to change. If you decide you don't want to do a particular event on any given day, or you want to do something not specifically on the itinerary, we will be happy to accommodate you, although it may take more time to do so. But since this is your trip, its up to you to pick out what you want to do during your stay. After all, we want to make the most o this trip, since Neo-Supple Lund has so much to offer these days!

As for your cat, of course you can take it! We'll be sure to treat it to only the highest standards, and make sure it is both safe and comfortable for the duration of your stay.

If you have any other questions, please do not hesitate to ask!

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

A Last Letter Was Sent Before Amira Took Off From The Airport.
"Well, I Was Thinking Of Staying A Week, So Add Anything Else You Think Would Be Nice! I Won't Request Anything Really, I Like My Visits As My Visitor Wants Them.
There Is One More Thing You Should Note, If My Cat Requests Anything, Please Give It To Them.
I Look Forward To My Visit!
-Amira Al-Eazim Of The Union Of Al-Revolt, Raeghaer States, And Yedisan"

East supple lund wrote:

"Preparations, people! We've got an important guest coming, we have to make sure everything is in top order for when they arrive!"
People ran to and fro, fro and to, making sure all the preparations would be complete. Hotel accommodations were taken care of, the top floor of T H E B I G B E N D (https://cdn.vox-cdn.com/thumbor/hTGkU7e8wr5xjxX1LqeUpPey2RQ=/0x0:2364x1330/1200x800/filters:focal(993x476:1371x854)/cdn.vox-cdn.com/uploads/chorus_image/image/53746697/bigbendmain.0.jpg) cleared out and rented just for the visiting party and their entourage. The entertainment was secured, and route they would be taking planned out way in advance. Security had been alerted, and had done all they could to ensure all visitors would have an enjoyable but safe trip.

All there was left to day was to head to Al Beback International, and pick up the travelers...

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

The Plane Landed At Al-Beback International Shortly After Everything Was Taken Care Of.
Amira Departed From The Plane Soon After It Landed, And Met With The People Picking Her Up.
She Had Yet To Wear A Coat, But She Didn't Look Like It Would Help Either. A Long Skirt Isn't Very Good Clothing For Cold Weather, But The Ushanka Seemed To Help.
"One Thing I Forgot To Include In My Letters," She Told To The Most Important Looking Person There. "Could You Get An Arabic Translator?"
This Was Odd Considering She Is Speaking Perfect English.
Qatim (Again, The Cat) Meowed.

East supple lund wrote:
"Of course! A pleasure to meet you, my name is billy bones, I'll be your assistant for today. We'll be taking a brief detour to the Meme Mausoleum, where the Prime Memeister is awaiting your arrival. After all stately business is concluded, we'll begin our tour of Memeopolis. Don't worry about your luggage, its already arriving to your room in T H E B I G B E N D, so it will all be there for you once we're finished for today. Excellent, here's the translator. Now, any questions before we head out to begin our day? Oh, and um, will your cat be traveling with us, or should I take it back to the hotel. It can come with you if you'd like, I just need to know ahead of time so we can take care of all the necessary preparations."

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

Qatim Spoke To The Translator In Arabic.
"No, I Will Not Be Needing To Go To T H E B I G B E N D, I Will Stay With Amira. Oh, And Hello Mr. Billy Bones, My Name Is Qatim."
Amira Spoke After The Arabic Translator Translated Said Speech To Billy. "No Questions, I Think Everything Is Ready. Shall We Start The Tour, Then?"

Meanwhile, Back In The Union..

Qatam Answered The Door. "Hello, Sir. Pl-"
Qatam Was Cut Off By A Swift Blow To The Head, Knocked Out. The Intruder Began Searching The Palace, Only To Find Amira Was (Obviously) Not Present.
The Intruder Left Quickly, Before Qatam Would Wake.

"Sir, She Was Not There" The Intruder Told To His Boss, Walking Along The Sidewalk.
"I Am Now Aware Of This," The Large Bossman Said. "She Left Earlier."
"Do You Think We Should Sent An Assassin To Where She Is?" The Intruder Replied.
"No, Not To Neo-Supple. I Don't Want To Risk National Backlash."
"Then What Do We Do?" He Says.
"We Wait, Until Atleast She Is Out Of Supple." Bossman Replies. "Maybe On Her Next Visit."

East supple lund wrote:
The meeting with the Prime Memeister was brief but cordial. The two leaders discussed matters relating to StrangeReal and made small talk. But after brunch (the meeting had lasted a bit longer than anticipated), the tour of Memeopolis began!

They passed many notable features of the city, including:

-The Church of St. Lucifer, which was built upside down
-A statue to Leroy “Badman” Brown, who was famous for being a nice guy
-The Memeopolis Otamatone Museum
-The Whalter Towers, soaring skyscrapers that jutted out at odd angles
-Gobi Park, the largest public pool in Memeopolis

And many other notable places. Time seemed to pass quickly, and soon the group found itself back at T H E B I G B E N D, preparing for tomorrow’s trip to Rack City.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"Thank You All Again For Allowing My Stay In Neo-Supple Lund. I Will Definitely Enjoy The Rest Of The Week I Have Here." Amira Said To The Group, As Qatim Jumped From Amira's Shoulder Into Her Room.
"I'll Will See You All Tomorrow, Ready For Rack City."
She Closed The Door After The Group's Goodnights And Such, And Prepared For Rack City.
After This, She Changed Into Her Night Clothes, And Went To Bed.

..Later, From The Office Of Sultana:

"Hong kong empire, Greetings!
We Would Like To Ask If Sultana Amira Would Be Allowed To Come To Your Nation For One Week, On Her Adventures Around Strangereal.
There Will Be No Cost To Your Nation If You Don't Wish For There To Be, Of Course.
If You Accept, She Will Arrive In 6 Days From Now, Into Any Airport You Wish.
Any Details Of What Will Happen When She Is There Are Up To You, As Amira Likes Her Trips As The Host Wants Them.
Thank You For Your Consideration,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"Montarc, Greetings!
After Her Departure From Hong kong empire, The Sultana Of Blob Regulators Would Like To Visit Your Nation Next.
You Can Organize Any Events You Want, As By Her Personal Request She Wants Her Visits Suited To The Visitee, And Not Herself.
You Are Free To Decline, But It Would Be Appreciated If You Accept.
Thank You,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana And Temporary Palace Manager"

He Read It Over As He Obtained The Letter Mid-Transit To Montarc.
"Sir, She Is Going To Montarc Next. What Should We Do?" The Man Reading It Said.
"Send A Spy Over. She What She Will Do There. We Need More Information." A Larger Man Replied.
"Understood" The Man Said To His Boss, As He Put The Message Back Into The Mail Machine.
"Let's Go, Before Anyone Starts Acting Brave." The Large Man Said As He Gestured To The Door.
They Walked Out And Put Their Guns Away As The Mailmen Made Sighs Of Relief.

The Mail Later Arrived At Montarc, Unharmed.

Montarc wrote:
From the Department of External Affiars of Montarc (DEAM)
Ms. Sultana of Blob Regulators, we regret to inform you that, due to troubles involving the northern border and the Volkish beyond the Bergish, that we must decline, in all sadness, your visit to Montarc.

We do hope that this means no ill will, we just sadly do not have the resources to allocate as of the moment, the future may yet be a better time to visit.

Glory to the Republic,

Department of External Affiars of Montarc (DEAM)

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"I Thank You For The Swift Reply, And Will Wait For Your Northern Border To Calm Down So Sultana Amira May Visit.
Thank You Again,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana And Temporary Palace Manager"

And Soon After..

"Troyskova, After Our Decline To Visit Montarc, We Would Like To Change Our Destination To Your Nation.
We Would Also Like To Inform You That, By Sultana Amira's Personal Request, You Organize The Visit, And Not Her.
You May, Of Course, Decline, But Do So In A Timely Manner That Way We May Search For Another Nation Swiftly If You Do.
Thank You For Reading,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana And Temporary Palace Manager"

Troyskova wrote:
The Federated Union of Troyskova gladly accepts your offer. President D. Khoroshevsky will meet you and we will begin planning the visit.
Following the arrival of the leader of Blob Regulators, we have a schedule planned ahead.
-leaders will attend a private dinner
-a short tour of the Novaya Moskva downtown
-leader of the Blob Regulators will be escorted to their hotel
Next Morning
-breakfast at a prestige banquet hall
-private opera performance
-tour of the showrooms of state corporations
-lunch
-private theater performance

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

Following Amira's Arrival At The Airport, She Is Taken To People Waiting To Greet Her.
"Hello!" She Says, Cheerfully. "Where Will We Be Going?"
She Picked Up Her Cat As It Walked Over, And Placed It On Her Shoulder.

Troyskova wrote:
President D. Khoroshevsky held out his hand to greet her, with a wide smile on his face. "You must be tired, so I have decided that it is best to start with a quiet private dinner. You know, to get to know each other better as leaders of great nations." Servants came, taking her bags immediately. Amira noticed that small ball-shaped drones were surrounding her with what appeared to be.. cameras. She was slightly distressed, however understood that it was probably better than crowds of press surrounding her. Troyskova appeared to be a quiet nation, very peaceful she noted. In the distance, tall skyscrapers stood out. President D. Khoroshevsky lead her to a convoy of black armored cars, to which she sat in. The convoy began driving and her plane faded out of sight behind her. She chatted with the president and soon arrived to a grand building.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"What Is The Building?" She Asked.
"Oh, And Also, Will Qatim Be Allowed?"
The Cat On Her Shoulder Meowed.

Troyskova wrote:
"Of course, we will allow him." He paused, "the building is where we will be eating." They walk into a grand banquet hall, he signals the guards to leave him and they both take a seat. The cat purring on the shoulder.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"This Place Looks Nice." Amira Said. "Do You Think My Cat Can Get A Seat?"

Meanwhile Back In Blobs..

"Sir, She Switched Her Destination." The Man From The Mail Distributor Break In Said. "I Don't Know Where She Is Going. What Should We Do?"
"Semly Sivbokhnish, Heir To The Sivbokhnish Royalty. The Only Living Survivor Of The Family." The Man In The Chair Said.
"Y-Yes, I Know That Sir. What Should We Do?" Semly Replied.
"You Are Very Valuable. Keep That In Mind, But Don't Let It Get To Your Head." The Man In The Chair Said Once More.
"You Arn't Making Much Sence Sir.." Semly Replied. "I Want To Know What To Do."
"Don't Die." The Man Said. "And Ask Your Boss, Not Me."
"Ok, Sir." Semly Said Shakily. "I'll Ask Him, Sir.."
He Walked Out Of The Room.

Troyskova wrote:
"Of course.. your cat may.. erm.. have a seat." President D. Khoroshev began.

servants entered the room, all in a perfect line, with platters of food. On the plates, delicious food sat. Steak, salads, and Troyskovan dishes that Amira had never seen before.It all smelled amazing and she was ready to dig in as soon as possible. However, she remembered her table manners and had to be polite.

"May I interest you in some fine wine?" President D. Khoroshev said, while walking towards her with a bottle of aged Troyskovan wine.

Before even listening to her response, he poured half a cup of wine in her glass.

"This is 120 year old wine made in the finest Troyskovan vineyard, I dearly hope you.. enjoy it."

Suddenly, a man in black had come into the room and whispered into the President's ear. Amira could barely make out what the man said, but she heard words such as "Paradise de Capitalism" and "Friently"; all nations she had heard about. Khoroshev came back with a smile.

"Shall we begin?" He said, with a smile. Amira saw a look of worry in his eyes.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"Y-Yes.. We May Begin" She Said, Slightly Worried. "Is There Anything Wrong?"
The Cat, Now In Seat, Looked Up At The Table And Meowed.

Troyskova wrote:
"Oh, it is nothing to be worried of!" Khoroshev said, before taking out a cigarette and smoking it. He was clearly distressed, looking around the room. He looked at the clock, 6:12 PM. He threw the cigarette away as quickly as he took it out to smoke it, and looked at Amira with an amused look. "Where are my manners, my apologies!"

He began to cut into the steak and suddenly stopped. Khoroshev was clearly distressed and was attempting to hide it. Khoroshev turned to grab something, accidentally spilling wine on the expensive silk table cloth. Attempting to hide it, he asked Amira a question.

"I heard you were the last member of the royal family, is it true?"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"Yes, Why Do You Ask?"
The Cat Meowed At Amira.
Amira Spoke To The Cat In Arabic, And To Your Suprize, It Replied.
"Could You Also Get Some Food For Qatim? He is Hungry."

Meanwhile In The Union..

"Mr. Kaenugh," Semly Said To The Large Man, And He Turned Around. "What Should We Do To Find Amira? The Scouts We Sent To Montarc Reported That She Never Arrived."
Kaenugh Replied. "Check Every Major News Site From Every Nation. We Have To Get To Amira Before She Returns To The Country."
"I'm Aware." Semly Said. "Do You Think You Could Help? I Sure Is Alot Of Work."
"Oh Course. We Must Do This Quickly. Amira Must Be Captured."

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

Greetings, Asthea.
The Ministry Of Foreign Relations Of Blob Regulators Would Like To Ask If Our Sultana, Amira, May Visit For A Week.
We Will Not Need For You To Make Any Very Specific Modifications To Her Trip, As She Likes Her Visits Like The Host Wants Them.
If You Accept Or Deny, Please Send A Reply To Me Specifically.

Thank You, Jeskreyo Polnishnikov, Head Of Foreign Relations
Approved By:
-Qatam, The Assistant To The Sultana

Asthea wrote:
IMPORTANT LETTER

Letter from the Imperial Castle

By the orders and approval of Empress Nigata Hanami, we shall approve the Sultana visit to Asthea, shall be noted that any request of medical, protection, service or entertainment, please don't be shy to call hot dial 2 in a phone given to you by our representative

-Signed by: Inhao Kizuka

Troyskova wrote:
President Khoroshev nodded, beckoning a nearby servant. The servant quickly walked over, leaning down to where he whispered into her ear. She nodded, walking away and through a large, wooden side door. President Khoroshev cut into the meat, picking it with his fork and slowly putting the piece into his mouth.
"What happened to the rest?" President Khoroshev inquired, turning his head in curiosity.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

"Old Age, Mostly. I Was Born When My Mother Was Barely Able To Give Birth. The Rest Of The Royal Family Died Similarly, Either Not Making Children And Dying Of Age Related Disease."
"There Are Subroyal Families Which Owned Their Respective States In The Old Union. They Mostly Died Off After The Four-Four War. Only Four Royal Familes Remain, One Heiring To Yedisan, One To Al-Revolt, And Two To The Raeghaer States. My Bloodline Has Owned The States Since Over 600 Years Ago, But The Other Family Still Remained In Secret. By The Latest Report, They Have One Living Member Aswell, But Their Location Is Unknown."
"They Both Heir To The States As Both Decended From The Founder, Someone You Might Know. Legendary Mohammed Azum Raegh Of The East."
She Took Bites Of Some Of Her Food, And Qatam Spoke To Amira.
"Oh, Of Course. My Cat Has A Bloodline Too. 3 Living Members, Going Back To The Cat Of.. You Know."
She Takes Another Bite, And Swallows It After Forgetting To Chew, And Goes An Odd Shift In Her Seat.
She Breaths Sharply Once. "Sorry, I Must Be Talking You To Death." She Chuckles Lightly.
"How About You Do Some Talking? What About Your Country? It's Bloodline, If Any?"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

OOC: Troyskova Is Bruh And Is Skipped.

A Letter Was Sent To GSP..
"Hello, Greater Saint-Paul. As Was Agreed Some Days Ago, Amira Al-Eazim Will Be Coming To Your Nation Soon.
You Are Free To Plan Her Stay As You Wish, By Her Own Request. She Will Be Staying For One Week.
Have A Nice Day,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana And Temporary Palace Manager"

Meanwhile, Another Letter Was Sent To Lotion Empire..
"Greetings To The Lotionese!
This Letter Is Asking Of You If It Would Be Ok For Our Leader, Amira Al-Eazim, To Visit Your Nation For One Week. She Will Hopefully Arrive In One Week From Today.
The Trip Can Be Planned By You In It's Entirety If You Desire, By Her Own Request.
Please Respond Swiftly.

Thank You,
-Qatam, Assistant To The Sultana And Temporary Palace Manager"

Qatam Sighed, Giving The Mailman Both Letters And A Personal Defense Revolver.
"You Shouldn't Let Those Terrorists Get You, Baqo. What Did They Take Last Time?"
He Looked Up. "I Don't Know. They Just Knocked Me Out And I Woke Up And They Released Me."
Qatam Looked Around. "Your The Royal Mailman. There Was A Reason, So Please Defend Yourself.
"Ok.." Baqo Said, As He Left, Taking The Firearm.

Greater Saint-Paul wrote:

The citizen approached the man. Noticing he spoke a foreign language, the Paulistian tried desperatly to remember the English classes he had to take during his school years.
"Uh... AH! Sim, Sim, there is touristi station acrosi the strit! Yuo turni left righti der" He points to a street branching left from the avenue they were on "and go straight until yuo find... uuuuh... Red Green Yellow street lightis. The touristi house has big blue circle with T on iti. You go in der and worker give yuo map"
After giving the instructions, the man waved with a smile and left.

In the palace, Arthur hurried in preparation for Amira's visit. "Come on men, not even with your Emperor working alongside you you can't go faster?"
"To be fair my lord, you are quite old"
"You're even older Udo!"
Udo sighed at his Master's response. Though true, he knew Arthur didn't mean to offend him. Udo then snapped back to the task at hand, replying
"Let's get back to work, this place is a mess"
"Indeed. with guests coming, the palace must be in top shape. Especially when the guest is a foreign princess"
"Indeed sir"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

OOC: What Language Does GSP Speak?

Amira Sighed As The Troyskovan Plane Took Off.
"Say, Qatim, Do You Think Saint-Paul Will Be Any Better Than NSL Or Troyskova?"
"I Hope They Have Good Food, Atleast." The Cat Replied.
"Come On, You Can't Just Judge A Country On Their Food!"
Qatim Looked Over. "Yes I Can."
Amira Sighed Again.
The Two Sat In Silence For Around An Hour. Noth Really Interesting Happened, And Amira Fell Asleep, Tired From Troyskova.

She Woke Up As The Plane Was Landing, And Straightened Her Crown.
Qatim Looked Over.
"Wow, Finally Awake? I Thought You Died."
"Good To Know You Were Really Concerned" Amira Said, In A Sarcastic Tone.
She Yawned.

Not Too Long Later, The Plane Was On The Ground, And The Two Were Making Their Way Off The Plane.
"Lets See What Greeting Party We Have This Time!" She Said, As She Disembarked.
Qatim, Perched On Her Shoulder, Said "Hope They Speak Arabic."

Greater Saint-Paul wrote:

Georg’s radio buzzed
-Scoper One this is Frontline. Desert Eagle has landed, repeat Desert Eagle has landed. Inform Golden Tower over
-Copy that Frontline, Escort Eagle to the House, Golden Tower is being informed over
Olev changed the frequency of his radio and spoke into it
-Golden Tower this is Scoper One over
-Talk to me Scoper over
-The Eagle has landed, it’s being escorted in the Frontline over
-Copy that, relaying it to the Penguin over
-Copy, over and out
He turned his radio off. The Imperial Guard was now informing the Emperor that the Princess had landed.

A detachment of about 30 men were stationed at the airport accompanied by the best Arabic translators in the country, and were escorting her to the palace.

Georg and his unit were responsible for ensuring the safety of the trajectory the Princess will take. The police was now clearing the Paulista Avenue, where Georg was stationed. He was in the last floor of a 20 story building with 3 other men, 2 armed with Sniper Rifles and the other with the standard IA2, the same kit Olev was sporting.

Another 14 units were stationed across the path from the Airport to the Palace. Callsign Frontline was probably updating them now. After the Princess, (callsign Desert Eagle) reaches the Palace (callsign House), all units will be tasked with guarding the palace. Olev will then go to the palace and attend to the party due to him being the most prominent war hero of the time.

Meanwhile
The worker in the stand saw the man enter the stand.

-Oh, uh yes, of course. You are in a tourist station after all!- He chuckled to the stranger- we have maps on the counter over there- He pointed at the employee counter on the wall behind him- Any other info you need on the city, such as attractions, historical points or good places to eat, you can get help from myself and the employees in that counter. But I don’t suggest you try to do much right now. The princess of Blob Regulators is coming and her route to the palace will close most of the historical streets and buildings

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
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The Sultana Walked Over To The People There Waiting For Her And Said Hello In Portuguese.
She Then Resumed Talking In English.
"This Really Is A Nice Country, I Hope What Has Been Planned For Me Is Great!" She Said Enthusiastically.
Qatim (The Cat) Meowed.
"Oh, And This Is My Cat, Qatim. I Hope You Don't Mind Him Too Much." She Explained. "So, Where Are We Off To First?"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
--غريبحقيقة--

-ff To First?", Amira Asked.
Wait. Hold On.
Amira Looked Around, She Was No Longer In Sao Paulo Intl. Airport. She Was Back In A Plane, And Not A Nice Looking One Either.
She Also Noticed That Her Entire Body Had Started Hurting, And She Felt Nausea Setting In. And Confusion, Too.

She Looked Around The Plane. It Was Filled Mostly With Men, Of Which Most Looked Like They Could Pop A Watermelon, Except Two Guys Who Looked A Little More Familiar. She Didn't Think Too Much Of Them, Though.
The Plane Wasn't Too Large. She Could See Almost Every Seat, And She Was The Only Girl On The Flight. She Then Felt The Nausea Becoming Worse And Decided To Try And Relax Herself. She Reached Into Her Skirt Pocket To Try And Find Her Phone. No Phone. Wait.. Actually, No Pocket. No Skirt, Even. She Was Wearing Jeans. And A Sweater. She Hurrily Looked And Felt Around Herself. Different Shoes, Different Earrings, No Crown. Even Different Underwear.
At This Point She Was Thoughoughly Spooked And Decided To Call A Flight Attendant.. No, She Was Too Nauseaous. She Felt Like She Would Throw Up Any Second. And A Headache Was Setting In, Too. She Held Her Head And Start Thinking, Slowly Albeit. Her Head Hurt. She Retraced Everything That Happened. Was She Drunk? Hungover, Maybe? No, No Way. She Felt Totally Sober. Drugged, Maybe..

Suddenly, She Felt Even Worse. She Didn't Know Why, But Her Stomach And Her Brain Felt Inverted. She Couln't Resist Anymore, She Quickly Grabbed A Conveiniently Placed Bag And Puked. And Then She Just Kinda.. Layed Back In Her Chair And Started Crying, She Had No Idea Where She Was And No Clue How To Get Away And No Clue When She Would Be Home. She Passed Out Shortly After.

When She Woke Up, The Plane Was Dark, And Everyone Was Sleeping. She Checked Her.. Damn. She Remembed She Had No Phone. Although, The Rest Helped Her Head. She Felt Much Better Then Before, But Still Nowhere Near "Okay".
She Then Realised She Did Have A Phone. It Was In Her.. No, A Purse Sitting Beside Her. 11:02 PM. She Decided To Call Qatam. She Then Remembered She Was On A Plane, Her Phone Was On Airplane Mode. She Checked Her Messages App. Empty. No Contacts At All. Infact, The Phone Looked Brand New. Nothing On It. Blank. She Pulled The Notebook Out Of The Purse. Nothing. There Were Strewn Sticky Notes In There Too, Also Blank. The More She Tried To Figure Out Where She Was, Or Even What She Was, The Less She Knew. Was She Even In Her Own Body? She Shown The Phone's Flashlight On Her Hair. Still Orange. Her Skin Looked Normal Too. Everything Wasn't Hers Except Her Own Body. Not Even The Clothes She Was Goddamn Wearing. She Then Realised She Had Glasses On. She Didn't Even Need Glasses. Maybe That's Why She Had A Headache..
She Decided To Keep Searching Her Bag. Vodka? How Did She Get That On A Plane? Hell, She Didn't Even Know How She Got On The Plane So She Didn't Question It. If She Wasn't Devout, She Would Have Probably Downed The Bottle About Now. She Placed It Awkwardly Back In Her Purse And Pulled Out A Passport. Finally, Some ID!

Blank. No Image. No DOB. No Address. No Name. This Was Starting To Get Really Annoying. She Sighed And Placed It Back. She Decided She Would Figure It Out When The Plane Landed, Hopefully. She Rested Her Head Back On Her Seat, And She Drifted Back To Sleep.

When She Woke Up, It Was Day Again. It Was Actually Getting Quite Loud. She Was Woken By What She Presumed Was The Plane's Wake Up Call. She Looked Out Her Window.. Wait.. Fake Window!? This Plane Was That Cheap? Suddenly, She Felt The Plane Bang The Ground. They Had Landed. Somewhere. Hopefully An Airport. In A Couple Minutes, The Plane Came To A Stop At A Terminal. She Unbuckled Herself And Grabbed Her Purse. She Looked In.. No, For The Above-Head Luggage Storage, Of Which None Existed. She Sighed, And Waited To Get Off The Plane.

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
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Once Amira Exited The Plane, She Breathed Some Fresh Air. That Flight From Jahannam Was Finally Over.
Although, The Air Smelled Off.. With How Awful The Plane Was, The Airport Was Unsurprisingly Not Amazing Either.
She Shook Her Head And Walked Around, Examining Walls. She Felt So Wrong In Her Clothes, Especially The Jeans. She Had Never Worn Jeans Before, They Were Rough And Weird And Tight, She Hated Them.
She Decided To Atleast Shed The Sweater, So She Walked To The Nearby Bathroom. She Was Confused At First, There Was Just A Door With A Toilet Symbol On It. Then, She Remembered Unisex Bathrooms Existed. Yet Another Annoyance.

By The Time She Exited The Bathroom, She Hadn't Done Anything. Under Her Sweater Was A Blouse, And She Refused To Wear Such Unmodest Clothing In Public. She Refused To Actually Use The Bathroom Due To How Uncleanly It Was, And It Wasn't Like She Could Just Discard Her Only Pair Of Pants. She Decided She Would Ask Allah's Forgiveness After Zuhr. Speaking Of Which, She Had No Idea What Time It Was. Wait, She Had Missed Fajr! She Quickly Found The Nearest Window, And Looked Out. The Sun Was Just Rising. She Sighed And Shook Her Head. It Would Be Pretty Hard For This Day To Get Worse, But More Worrying Is That She Could Imagine How It Could. She Decided To Stop Thinking About It.

She Looked Around For A Place To Rest Her Head, Unsurprisingly There Wasn't Many. She Decided To Sit On A Bench She Could See With Sight Out The Window. As She Made Her Way Over, She Noticed The Man Sitting There Was One Of The People Who Were On Her Plane, And He Was Staring Straight Through The Newspaper He Was Holding. He Must Be Just As Troubled As Her.
She Sat Down On The Metal Bench. Not Only Was It Freezing Cold, It Actually Hurt To Sit On. Wonderful.
She Tried To Just Relax And Watch The Sunrise But It Was Too Uncomfortable. She Looked Around To See If There Was Anything Else, And She Noticed The Other Man On The Bench Was Staring At Her, Like She Was Some Long Lost Friend. He Looked Away Quickly After She Noticed, So She Didn't Have Time To Really Look At His Face. She Again Felt An Odd Familiarity, Maybe This Is Why He Was Staring At Her.
Speaking Of Which, She Realised She Herself Was Staring So She Looked Back At The Window. As Much As She Wanted To Doze Again, There Was No Way It Was Happening On This Bench. She Quickly Stood Up And Decided She Couldn't Avoid Conversation Forever.

She Walked Over To What Looked Like A Desk Of Some Kind, And Sighed. In The Best English She Could Muster,
"Hello, Where Am I Currently?"

Blob Regulators wrote:--Strangereal--
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Co-Written With Minuda.

The Attendant At The Desk Looked Confused For A Moment At Amira’s Question.
“...You Are In Neu Capita, Did You Take The Wrong Flight By Accident?", They Asked Her.
Amira Looked At Them, Equally Confused. "New... Capital? Capital Of What Country?"
The Attendant, Having The Situation Begin To Set In, Now Understood There Was Definitely Something Wrong. They Quickly Pressed The Security Button Under Their Desk.
“Miss, Can You Please Tell Me The Last Thing You Were Doing Before You Came Here?”
"The Last Thing I Did Before I Came To Here? I..."
Suddenly, All The Blood Drained From Amira’s Face. Her Expression Went Blank, She Looked As If On The Verge Of Fainting.
After Just A Moment, She Regained Her Expression And Rubbed Her Eyes.
"رأسي..."
She Placed Her Hand On The Desk, Trying To Keep Her Balance.
She Opened Her Mouth, But Doesn’t Talk For A Couple Seconds.
"I Had Landed... In Greater... Sao Paulo." She Eventually Spat Out.
The Attendant Processed This For A Moment.
“Miss, The Flight You Just Took Was From Sao Paulo, GSP, To Neu Capita, Minuda.” They Replied. They Then Looked Over At The Security That Was Now Approaching.
“My Apologies, But In Order To Help Us Get A Clearer Picture On What Has Happened, I Will Have To Ask You To Accompany Security To Check For Possible Drugging. It Will Only Take A Few Minutes.” She Explains, Accompanying It With A Smile.
Amira Looked Momentarily Confused, But Nodded Slowly. “I Do Feel Suddenly Very... Light Headed. I Don't Disagree.”
She Then Submitted Herself To Security, Looking Uneasy On Her Feet. One Of The Security Guards Seemed To Notice Something Else And Excused Himself, While The Other Two Led Amira Down The Hallway.

After What Felt Like A Marathon To Amira, She Sat Down At A Lonesome Table Sitting In The Centre Of A Vanilla Room. One Of The Guards Stood At The Edge Of The Table, While The Other Sat Down Adjacent To Her.
“Ma’am, May I See Some Identification?” Asked The Guard Standing.
Amira Thought About This For A Moment, Her Face Being Tired And Lame. She Almost Looked Sick.
"My... I Had No Identification. I Woke Up In The... Plane Already."
The Two Men Exchanged Worried Glances For A Moment, After Which The One Sitting Took Out A Breathalyser.
“Ma’am,” The Standing Guard Again Announced. “Please Breathe Directly Into This Device, We Must First Verify If You Are Intoxicated Before We Go Any Further.”
"...موافق"
Amira Breathed Weakly Into The Breathalyser, It Came Back Negative.
The Guard Standing Sighed At The Result. “Ma’am, Please State Your Name, Date Of Birth, Country Of Origin, And Anything Else That Can Be Used To Help Identify You. We Will Also Ask If You Wish To Provide A Urine Sample To Test For Potential Drugging.”
"I'm... Amira Al-Eazim... Sultana of His Union Of Raeghaer States," She Sickly Replied. "I Was Born In.. 1996 I Think.. In Your Years. I Was On... A Diplomatic Trip."
"Amira Al-Eazim... Sultan of... Raeghaer...?" Recited The Guard Again.
A Guard Sitting Down Chimed In. “The Blob Regulators, I Believe.”
“Ahh, So… The Sultan Of Blobs, Amira Al-Eazim, Born In 1996.” The Standing Guard Finished. Amira Wasn’t In The Mood To Correct Him On His Misgendering Of Her Title, Though She Did Notice.
The Two Men Once More Glanced At Eachother With Confusion, Near Dumbfounded By Her Claim.
The Guard Across The Table Looks Back At Her. “Alright Ma’am, Will All Due Respect, We Legally Cannot Believe Your Claim Until We Can Verify Your Identity. But, Since You Have Labelled Yourself As A Foreigner Not Of GSP Or FSSE Origin, We Will Have To Ask You To Come With Us To The Local Station, As We Will Need To Wait Quite A While For Verification On Your Identity.”
“I Will Also Have To Add, Miss,” Began The Standing Man, “That While You Are Allowed To Decline, SinceYou Cannot Prove Your Identity Due To Lack Of An ID, Refusing Is Grounds For Arrest, So Please Just Comply, We Will Ensure Your Safety As We Verify Your Identity As Best As Possible. Also, Please Do Note That Lying About Your Identification Is Equally Punishable Under The Law, You May Retract Any Previous Statements, But We Still Will Need You To Come With Us. Do You Understand?”
"Ah... Ok..." Amira Sighed.
She Stands Up On Her Own Miraculously, But She’s Getting Worse By The Minute.

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Asthea, Fizban, Brevada, and Masked figure

Fizban wrote:This thing called “The Great Purge” happened.

The Great Purge? You mean that’s one With Nikolasia, Washington etc?

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Asthea wrote:Asthean National News

Unification of Asthea and Martantaka

After the comeback of the South Osean Federation of Martantaka, Asthea have approached the new country about the unification of both beautiful country, in which the columns have been erected to hold the new United South Osean Nations, military forces are now more sided to the Martantakan Military Policy, while the government is sided to the Asthean Parliament and The House of Emperor's

Bring back the freedom! Bring back the union!

this is not jeffree star approved i guess

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