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Mon Dieu!
As the Tsar looks absentmindedly over yet another one of the dozens of plain reports which lay scattered on his desk. something to do with an insurrection in the state of Crilland. The Tsar paused at that, laying the paper down carefully on his desk. He called forward one of the ACEA and flipped a switch watching a translucent blue globe materialize into thin air as various dust particles were illuminated, "Hello Aurelia, locate Buffalo, Crilland."
The wavering globe seemed to contract slightly and slowly began to revolve in the air, following the same pattern of a loading logo of ages past. After a moment the system beeped quietly as the state of Crilland's borders illuminated with a faint gold glow around the edges, flaring into the aether at random intervals. The ACEA agent looked towards the Tsar, "What is it sire?"
"There's been an insurrection, or rumours of one at least, very close to home."
"And should we intervene?"
The Tsar paused momentarily, "Only if there's a request for aid, we'll send out offers to both sides and see if either of them request. But even so, we can't promote instabilities in the Americas or allow any such instability to spread. Send one of the First Class Agents to meet with their governance. But for now, we wait and see if they need our aid."
"Very good, your Imperial Highness. I shall inform the Director immediately."
"Go henceforth, and godspeed sir."
The religion of the big green one, all that matters is the dollar and efficiency baby
Praise be; the big shopping mall in the sky.
i changed my religion to the church of the green paper rectangle, changed my currency to dolla dolla bills, and changed my national animal to the bank robber.
guys I just realized that this is a pretty big region
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You have holograms but you still have papers on your desk? Would have thought you'd use a tablet or holothing.
I'm sure another issue will arise that allows you to unban them. Also if you get a spot on the map can you pick Papua New Guinea for some reason you just seem like you should build there. If not there anywhere in polynesia/micronesia/oceania. :)
Romau and Koedric
I'm playing to go to america as my people are cramp in the citys
Dismiss Issue
No
I'm now the nr. 1 most Primitive country in the region of 21st century rome ... HURRAY!
Compakt Repsublic, Koroskvy, Romau, and Romaniche
War for the Underworld: The Soviet Connection
A single figure left perhaps holds the future of the Black Market of Draconovox in his deftly hands - The last titan among the kingpins from the Anarchy era, and the last lord of the underworld left before the Systems of a meticulous system of enforcement and surveillance erected by Beelzebub and his subordinates. His empire is a skeleton - stripped bare of most of its membership and resources, its allies felled, and its reach stifled, still though - Vostokoi, Final king over the underworld and final obstacle to the Violet regime, takes refuge in a vast network of long lost tunnels and underground bases built during Draconovox's old soviet era.
A cold war stands on its last legs - The last criminal elements fight along side concerned extremists and revolutionaries in the shadows, against the omniscient State which watches over them.
"What's left of them are just as intellectually inclined as the state which perseveres for their defeat - Just as innovative, just as efficient, but i know that soon they will meet end. They work beneath the deftly marching of the worker, away from the eye of the purple lord, sheltering within the corpse of a dead age - fitting coffins for their hopes and for their revolution." - Agent under the Backstage.
-Beelzebub.
The Olive Branch...
War has raged in Rome for a long, long time. While Europe has been successfully integrated into the Confederacy of Rome, as has most of Africa, Asia remains an active theatre, and conflicts in the Americas threaten to open yet another. The shadow of nuclear war stalks every diplomatic action taken by any nation, regardless of their place in the ongoing conflict. While the fervor of war has not yet died within the hearts of the Koroskvian people, the war was meant to have concluded with speed and efficiency, it itself simply being a means to an end - that end being the extension of a new truly Roman society into the stars, united under a global organization.
With the Ides of March approaching, Koroskvy seeks an end to this war once and for all. To all opposing belligerents travels a helicopter. Each helicopter is painted white, with the Koroskvian flag on it's sides. As they approach enemy airspace, each transmits on all frequencies, in Latin: "Attention, foreign government. This is an official Koroskvian diplomatic delegation. We bear no arm and fly under a flag of truce. We wish to meet with your head of state. We request you allow us to land where you see fit while we await your response."
Compakt Repsublic, Akumanga, Koedric, and Romaniche
The Romanichean Government rejects the Koroskvian helicopter. It will only be allowed if a white-peace between our countries will be enacted. "Did you forgot what a harsh treaty you gave us a while back? We aren't defeated yet, we still stand just fine. If you are willing to sign a white-peace, then we can talk."
Tag: 
Koroskvy
*****BREAKING NEWS*****
Senator Xmus Jackson Flaxon-Waxon Has Been Executed By the Monarchy For Enforcing Geronticide, Religous Sacrifice, Feudalism, etc. the country cheered as he was executed by firing squad. king ryne levandowski, watched over and ordered the troops to fire.
Upon receiving the message and learning of our comrades' rejection of the helicopter, air control relays the message to the Presidential Palace. A message is sent in return from Aaron Iovis himself - "We refuse to let any delegation flying the flag of war as a flag of peace land on our soil." The helicopter is rejected.
my flag is one of the best i made. hey compakt, can i join your flag company?
Never Surrender..
Click clack.
Click clack.
The loud echoes of Aaron Iovis' derby shoes on the marble floor of the Presidential Palace were not new to the place; he has walked there for months now and is soon expected to give a speech, so not only is it unsurprising, it's expected.
He can hear the crowds of Karatoa, the crowds of Akumanga, piled up in the square and piled up in their homes. Speeches were not new; but they definitely did a lot to raise morale. Iovis chuckles and thinks to himself: "If only I had some morale.." the thought fades away as he slowly opens the large doors and arrives on the lawn of the Palace. The crowds cheer; they shout his name, they wave the Akumangan flag. It is patriotic and great, but what is a great country without a great leader? He waves, smiles, laughs, as he is slowly escorted up the marble steps of the podium. He does a pre - speech check of his presidential WAVE pistol before he begins to speak. Everything is set. Lights, camera, action...
"The people of Akumanga! The resilient men, women, children of this great land have kept it prosperous since the very idea of this country! We have lived together through many tasteless and nonsensical wars that continue to plague us, even now, under another administration. We are locked in a stalemate against an army under a veil - they declare themselves liberators! They declare themselves peacekeepers! What are peacekeepers doing out here in our land starving the people of Hanoi and it's defenders? We have no need for liberators; we are liberated! We have no need for peacekeepers; we ARE the peacekeepers! They try to take our role on the world stage from us and Romaniche, from us and Urukian! From us and our allies standing strong against the horrible threat of authoritarianism and feudalism! We fight for our freedom, we fight for our prosperity, we fight for the very soul of this country. And I daresay that we must never surrender if it keeps us alive! Never surrender if it keeps our country alive! Never surrender if it keeps our families alive! Never surrender if it keeps our sovereignty alive! Never surrender against such an unmerciful and ruthless enemy; surrender not when they starve your people. This speech is short; like many of them are, but the war against Kamchakta isn't and shall not ever be -
A shuffling in the crowd.
A call for security as man in a black jacket approaches the podium.
All muted by a loud bang.
A bullet flies past a stunned Iovis who doesn't flinch - Death missed him.
His guards tackle the would - be assassinator, but it's enough for Iovis to be dead already.
In a moment of sheer desperation and chaos, Iovis slowly sits against the back of the podium - he is breathing hard and his heart races.
He buries his face in his hands and feels shame - he takes blame for what so many people had to witness today.
The only thing he can do is grip his gun and slowly pull it out. He examines it for around five seconds before aiming it at his head. An Elite Forces agent runs over and crouches five feet away from Iovis, unable to speak.
Aaron Iovis, the president of Akumanga, mutters his last words.
"I'm sorry."
Bang.
Iovis pulls the trigger, sending a bullet flying through his brain and knocking him unconscious - the agent calls for help as blood spatters the podium. The second gunshot causes mass hysteria as crowds begin rushing from the square, under the false threat of terrorism.
Within seconds, Iovis is carried away by an emergency medical team to Karatoa General Hospital as the agent who witnessed his suicide attempt holds his blood - spattered gun.
Akumanga is no stranger to chaos; but this time it has come from the President himself.
Glory through Freedom.
Tags: 
Romaniche, Kamchakta, Novos romanos, 
Koedric, Koroskvy, The soldrania, 
Azoris
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