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OOC: What flag maker do you guys use? Or do you guys use a painting app?
The Hadian Juche News Network
BREAKING NEWS
In a rare move by the Imperial Government it shows its support of the SU in the Shauntiville conflict. The Imperial Advisor of Foreign Affairs and Trade stated that medical supplies and other needs will be shipped to help the SU biding Nations, if they desire these supplies. However, it was made clear that our glorious Empire will not directly involve itself in the conflict with troops.
I use FlagMaker.exe, but often use MSpaint too.
I don't use a flag maker, I make everything from scratch in paint.net.
I made mine in Google drawings.
https://flagmakerjr.stg7.net/
Hello and welcome to glorious Anteria!
Just search https://lingojam.com/CursedText (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞
Who thinks I need to change my flag?
I was too lazy to change the font when I made the flag
07:57, March 6th, 2021
Industrial Unit #16, Codeword: 'Firefly'.
Hamaya, Isshiki.
Nestled among the high rises, apartment blocks, factories and tenements slums that housed the burgeoning human throng who called Hamaya home, lay an unassuming grey brick building, pulled back from the bustling street by a granite wall of breeze blocks, tarpaulins and rusted wrought iron fencing. This small, boxed construction shouldering a sun bleached billboard, with its sputtering neon reading 'Xin Yang Electronics' was the classified headquarters building, if it could be deserving of such a term, of the Special Intelligence Executive, foreign security bureau of the Principate of Vultesia.
Inside it's humid walls, the only sound to be heard was the guttering, perpetual whir being emitted from the two score roof fans and overtaxed air conditioning systems and the occasional rustle of non-committal human activity. Fredic Afpyper ran a hand through his thinning hair. He was not a young man, and the cloying heat of the Isshiki summer agreed with him about as well as the green curry he had spent the small hours of the morning purging his system of. He was just not built for it, as evidenced by the sheen of moisture rapidly condensing on his brow, and the damp stains running freely from his armpits and down his back. He sighed, tapping the 'Refresh' key on his laptop once again, nothing new, no news. He and his colleague Ioanna Tanneritt were the only S.I.E agents the Executive deemed necessary to sweat to death in this malarial hellhole of a country.
The latch on the office door clicked open and Afpyper groaned as a rush of warm, close air filled the spartan interior of the room.
"Jesus wept, Mouse! Shut that door, I'm dying in here and the fans are working overtime" He exclaimed as Io’ entered their temporary home turned slow cooker. She was dressed similarly to him, a once crisp white shirt limply sticking to her perspiring form, her thick chestnut hair hanging in a lank colonnade down her back. She was nearly two decades Fredric’s junior, and had all the tone of a gymnast, that diminutive frame was the source for her nickname, 'Mouse'. Afpyper shook a forming thought from his head; mixing work and pleasure was how Special Agents ended up disappearing. Besides, he knew her jovial manner hid a pain only a Vultesian woman could quite feel, the poor creature was barren. The State’s daily images of glowing matriarchs and the nuclear family were impossible dreams for her; she had to serve the Principate in her own way .
She closed the door behind her with a mutter and a shake of her head, she was clutching a pink polythene bag from the local market, brimming with the essentials for any Vultesian in the Revolutionary Republic; bottled water, mosquito repellent, sun lotion and half a dozen cans of antiperspirant. Breakfast came in the form of a damp cardboard box containing a questionable rice dish.
"Oh bugger off, Afpyper. Give me a break" she said with a wink and a chuckle as she threw him a newspaper, its particular title 'The People’s Herald'. "How's your Isshi doing these days, Fred?" she laughed again, playfully, knowing full well that his grasp of the spoken language was mediocre at best, never mind its complex written form.
"Oh Excellent" He stretched his eyes in a less than culturally sensitive impression, and replied sarcastically putting on a deliberately thick, local accent, being sure to murder the vowels. "Why you ask?"
"Look at the paper." She nodded in encouragement, some of the jolliness diminishing from her usually sing-song North Heartland accent . The front page of the broadsheet was emblazoned with images of a man, clearly not of local national descent, of patrol cars, blood stains and police tape.
"Well?" he questioned, an eyebrow raised. "Who’s this handsome chap?"
"Pjatrik S Ionnesitt" Mouse replied idly, parking herself on his desk. “Vultesian.”
“Should I know the name? He’s not New Model Army or League, not with that hair. One of the Special Operations boys?"
“Negatory, boss. He’s not on any of our books. Local blue lights pulled him out of an alley in the Red Zone last night.”
“What was he doing so far from the Homeland? Foul play?”
“Unless he decided to strangle himself with a wire garotte, throw himself against a brick wall half a dozen times, and stuff a Tuaran flag in his mouth before he offed himself, yeah, boss, I’d reckon foul play.”
Afpyper mused at just how stale and uninteresting the assignment had seemed two weeks ago. The idea of spending anything more than a month in the dirt caked sauna of a nation that was Isshiki had turned his stomach on its own. Yet monitoring the covert Vultesian programmes in the country, and the equally covert payments the Principate was taking, had needed the Executive, and so he had played along. 'How long could it take?' he had thought, 'I may even enjoy it' he had lied to himself. Yet now, he wondered as Mouse translated in the spidery glyphs of the newspaper, if he may have hoped for a distraction a little too hard.
He grabbed the sat' phone sitting on a fold out cot under one of the room's spluttering air conditioning units, hurriedly thumbing a number and holding the bulky device to his ear.
"Orange...Alpha...Firefly Firefly. Concrete this is Firefly. Yes, sir, it's Afpyper."
Junterland, Flashboom, The krenya, Wellsenfaile, and 3 othersNicersdahian diplomatic ministry, Isshiki, and The empire of veritia
Quartier du Cuivre:
The 1st and 2nd Quarters (districts) of Cuirve (a suburb of the most populous city of Qui Latine, Suqai) are being set up for demolition. It includes removing the old streets and houses that will get in the way, as well as a second road into the area, though small, it will be designed to be easily expandable. The other road coming in will be widened to a 4 lane boulevard, with a bike lane on the ride side to allow bike traffic to each Neighborhood. All the people that were living in the homes will be moved to boarding houses in the city of Suqai. During this 1-2 month process some excess materials will also be brought in, to potentially start on the roads for the blocks of row houses. Expected to finish on April 2nd, 2021.
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Hello.
Prybourne and The pacifican union
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