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Chichiyaku wrote:(A little of weak rivals may not stop me, I will atleast try. You CANT stop me >:D)

(Well... Touhou isn't exactly weak lol. I have just nerfed myself a lot because if I didn't it would be very unfair for others :/. But i made it unfair for myself. I'm to kind. It literally kills The Dominion. lol)

Dominion Remnants wrote:(Well... Touhou isn't exactly weak lol. I have just nerfed myself a lot because if I didn't it would be very unfair for others :/. But i made it unfair for myself. I'm to kind. It literally kills The Dominion. lol)

(Am I insane if I like to play horror games, listen to creppy stories on YT and makes a happy smile when I feel pain? And after all of this i feel like, nope, that isnt scary that is normal to see murder and stuff... Tell me... )

Chichiyaku wrote:(Am I insane if I like to play horror games, listen to creppy stories on YT and makes a happy smile when I feel pain? And after all of this i feel like, nope, that isnt scary that is normal to see murder and stuff... Tell me... )

( https://memestatic.fjcdn.com/gifs/Some_329c17_6792258.gif Maybe. idk

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b5/07/d2/b507d2fc903c37a80cd5b2835d165c0e.gif do you?)

Dominion Remnants wrote:( https://memestatic.fjcdn.com/gifs/Some_329c17_6792258.gif Maybe. idk

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b5/07/d2/b507d2fc903c37a80cd5b2835d165c0e.gif do you?)

( Nice try ^_^ The first impression was creepy but then it just got stale and monotenous. Nice try tho... The only thing I cannot tolerate is horror movies. Maybe you should be your scariest persona in Halloween, that would be awesome.)

Great Britain and Greater Sweden wrote:( Nice try ^_^ The first impression was creepy but then it just got stale and monotenous. Nice try tho... The only thing I cannot tolerate is horror movies. Maybe you should be your scariest persona in Halloween, that would be awesome.)

(Idk if you remember that Chichiyaku and me are the same person in case you didnt remember.)

Great Britain and Greater Sweden wrote:( Nice try ^_^ The first impression was creepy but then it just got stale and monotenous. Nice try tho... The only thing I cannot tolerate is horror movies. Maybe you should be your scariest persona in Halloween, that would be awesome.)

(It depends where the horror movies come from. American Horror movies tend to usually rely on jumpscares which is just a cheap way to scare a person. Some horror movies just make me laugh lol)

Komistan wrote:This diplomat mumbled a bit before speaking clearly. "Hello dear strangers. I was sent by Komistan to form relations with you and your peoples. the Communist council instructs that we get to know each other if you will allow it."

The Leader of Kanna Kamui smiles. She directs them to her embassy offices,and says,"You need to get a passport, or else the border agents won't let you in,ok?" She then leaves, heading back for her office. Ridley then shows up and says,"Don't try anything, ok? If you start a revolution, well... don't think you'll live another day." Ridley takes off, flying towards an unknown location. The diplomat is visibly worried, and plans on telling the Leader of Komistan about this strange country.

Komistan wrote:The diplomat would heed this advice and moved the meeting to a much larger room. The diplomat mumbled "Dragons? Great. First my food rations get halved now dragons. this is the greatest day of my life..."

There is a very large knock on the door. Ducking and folding in her wings, River enters the room and sits down. She is carrying something in her claws.
"Umm, hello. I brought tea. Would you like some?"
She sets down a thermos and two mugs, one giant and one normal-sized. Or one normal-sized and one tiny, depending on your perspective.

Chichiyaku wrote:(Am I insane if I like to play horror games, listen to creppy stories on YT and makes a happy smile when I feel pain? And after all of this i feel like, nope, that isnt scary that is normal to see murder and stuff... Tell me... )

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=px0CaGJplGo)

Something Whatsitsname wrote:(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=px0CaGJplGo)

( https://i.imgur.com/Lgcs1bj.png Yeah basically how we see Outsiders lol)

United cult of britain

South alticral wrote:Well, can't say our alliance achieved much but very well, we'll even let your diplomat return home safely.

_________________________C O L D______________________________

* United cult of britain
- I dont know this nation and I have never spoken to them. But so far from what La Aduana
have seen so is this nation considered cold,neutral and ideologicly distant.

________________________________________F R I N D L Y_______________________________________________

* Hikxx
- Friendly and helpful. La Aduana would like to ally with this nation.

* Kavotik Ceru
-Friendly. Interesting. La Aduana would like to ally with this nation.

* Eldikar
- Very kind and helpful when La Aduana have technical issues.
Funny sometimes.

* Kanna kamui

________________________________________H O S T I L E_______________________________________________

* Darwinian advantage
-I admire their species and their way of life.
But somewhat hostile when La Aduana tries speaks to them.

____________________________N A T I O N S__W H O__N E E D__H E L P____________________________________

Note: Nations who are ranked here are nations who are hostile and aggresive against other nations, but they arent acting in that manner without a reason. They have either been betrayed by nations they trusted or have experienced a greater war/natural disaster. These nations should be treated with kindness and friendship if one wish to change their way and to make them realize that not all nations are the same, not all nations are neither traitors or evil an cruel superpower who consumes and destroy anything they lay their hand on. La Aduana always seek to do good for other, we always try to do whats moral and correct. We know we cant change the way and manners of every nation in NationStates. But we can atleast try to do a difference and help these choosen nations as good as La Aduana can. Thats all.

* Dominion Remnants

-Cute and kind when she/he talks in real person. UwU.
Rude and aggresive when she/he is speaking in Roleplay.

South alticral
- IC, Aggresive, rude and deserves to die.
- Understandable and direct OOC

___________________________T H I S__I S__T H E__E N D__O F__T H E__LIST_______________________________

Read factbook


(Wait, who is this nation? Has South Alticral enslaved some of their people or something? I genuinely have no idea why they hate us and want us dead. Guess we're in two wars now)

Well, we're at war so trading weapons is probably a good idea...

Then Cult will send a shipment of weapons, and anything else you need for the war efforts.

(Have any of you heard of the game Beat Saber?)

Something Whatsitsname wrote:(Have any of you heard of the game Beat Saber?)

(Yes. But I don't have it. Because VR is expensive.)

Dominion Remnants wrote:(Yes. But I don't have it. Because VR is expensive.)

(I was introduced to it by one of our family's friend-families. The dad works for a VR company so he has a headset at home. As soon as they found Beat Saber they invited us over to play. After a significant while and much discussion, we finally decided to get a Rift for Beat Saber.
Ye, VR is not very accessible right now. But it used to be less accessible, and I believe it will improve further as time goes on.)

Something Whatsitsname wrote:(I was introduced to it by one of our family's friend-families. The dad works for a VR company so he has a headset at home. As soon as they found Beat Saber they invited us over to play. After a significant while and much discussion, we finally decided to get a Rift for Beat Saber.
Ye, VR is not very accessible right now. But it used to be less accessible, and I believe it will improve further as time goes on.)

(I'm waiting for Valve to release theirs and wait for it to become better. Because I still tend to trust Valve more than the others. Maybe because I have literally been doing Valve things since, like, ... ever.)

Dominion Remnants wrote:(I'm waiting for Valve to release theirs and wait for it to become better. Because I still tend to trust Valve more than the others. Maybe because I have literally been doing Valve things since, like, ... ever.)

(https://www.steamvr.com/app/620980
Ta-da!)

Something Whatsitsname wrote:(https://www.steamvr.com/app/620980
Ta-da!)

(I mean their own VR Headset!)

South alticral

Komistan wrote:Glorious Leader Gregrov Vasilli was disappointed that Askora's offer failed. however, he heard that this was due to Jayden's advice. He knew that Jayden was perhaps the strongest influence within the order. If he wanted to maintain his nation's recovery from the devastating civil war and get that money flowing into the treasury, Jayden had to get out of the picture.

Gregrov would start planning how to eliminate Jayden, then he remembered that South Alticral had quarrels with the order. The Glorious leader ordered a messenger to give South alticral his secret offer. If South Alticral would join the war against the order when Komistan declared it, once the order was out of the way, they would join in South Alticral's coming war. The messenger was to deliver this message without it falling into the wrong hands, if this was found out, It would most likely spell doom for Gregrov's hold on power.

The Goddess refuses, the megachurch offers to fund your war and gives you permission to hire South Alticralian private militias but she does not want to officially declare war on The Order.

Great Britain and Greater Sweden wrote:Note to Eldikar: Greetings, my map is ready, could you pin it? It is just a basic Earth map for those who want. If you say yes I will post it in one of

yes

South alticral

Chichiyaku wrote:Oh okay.. if you say so but we dont even know if we border your nation and were on the map you are but oh well, I guess we will have to figure it out.

South Alticral is a large island in the pacific, between Japan and the US.

Order knights of America wrote:After hearing of the declaration of war by south Alticral, the Order sent telegram offering GBGS some order weapons. The order wanted to make sure South Alticral didn't upset the balance of power, that and because the order was christian and they were pagan. so basically non direct rivalry.

(And to think that after declaring us enemies again we let your diplomat go freely)

Something Whatsitsname wrote:There is a very large knock on the door. Ducking and folding in her wings, River enters the room and sits down. She is carrying something in her claws.
"Umm, hello. I brought tea. Would you like some?"
She sets down a thermos and two mugs, one giant and one normal-sized. Or one normal-sized and one tiny, depending on your perspective.

(i cant wait till they meet me....) (if dragons make them like that.....)

The Arrival: ships of splendour.

Silence. Cold, unbroken silence. That was the name of the blanket that had been wrapped around the star system ever since its original period of creation had ended, and its star and planets had calmed down after an eternity of stellar turmoil filled with planetary collisions, orbital shifts, and asteroid buckshot. The star stood at the centre, shining rather dimly, a blood red light that enveloped all that faced this glowing ball of heat. Around it orbited 8 planets of varying size and composition, formed eons ago, forged from dust, debris, and sheer heat into massive balls of stone, metal and gas, bearing surfaces formerly covered in vast oceans of molten material, oceans that have long since grown cold and solid. Even those planets so close to the star that their atmospheres were heated up to hundreds of degrees, the surface underneath cleansed of all life by the scorching power of the red light, were mere shadows of their former selves when it came to temperature alone, the mind-boggling temperatures of the past making several hundreds of degrees seem like mere child’s play. Undisturbed serenity had been achieved over time, a natural process that applied to most standard star systems that had left their turbulent formation behind, and had yet to reach the eventual, often violent death of their star, and in part of the cases, their entire system. As with most things in existence, however, outside meddling tends to enjoy disrupting serenity to varying extents.

It all started with a ripple, a brief wave seemingly within the very fabric of the universe itself, sweeping through the system. It was a rather harmless wave, one that at best disrupted the appearance of things for a brief period of time. Then, a bright, purple flash, its appearance masking the sudden creation of a cloud-shielded rift, torn into spacetime roughly in the middle of the gap between the small, red star and the outermost planet of the system. A sleek, ornate bow pierced through the clouds, followed by a second, and a third, and soon after, innumerable more, the harbingers of the vessels they were part of. Strange vessels most definitely, painted either clean white, crimson, scarlet, carmine, or imperial red, covered in ornate gold and silver parts, and bearing superstructure constructed in a style quite peculiar for a space vessel, with rows upon rows of purple-black banners adorning each and every single hull. There was a certain beauty that radiated off of these elaborate vessels, an aura of magnificence, of riches, and of nobility; vessels owned and commanded by unknown entities that enjoyed vast luxuries, no doubt. Their appearance was something capable of making its onlookers highly curious of the possible interior of these marvelous creations, a curiosity that often intertwined itself with imagination, fantasies of walking the grandeur most likely contained within these peculiar hulls, and enjoying the unimaginably wide array of luxuries that came with it. Quite magnificent indeed.

And yet, this arrival wasn’t just one of beauty. Along with the enigmatic fleet and the feeling of wonder it invoked, there was a feeling of dread. Horrible, disgusting, instinctive dread, for in the vessels’ wake followed a pandemonium of sounds: the sounds of chatter, of music, of dinner, of dancing, of footsteps, and above all, sounds of laughter. Loud, garbled laughter, produced by many, and seeming to have originated straight from the spoken gibberish of a raving madman, there was something about this mass expression of enjoyment that gave it an innate, underlying wrongness, as if this enjoyment was caused by acts either so deprived or so alien that it seemed as if those who attempted to imagine the worlds within for too long without proper protection would sooner or later be lost to their thoughts forever, mumbling and rambling about things too horrible or too foreign for normal minds to cope with.

What most definitely didn’t help alleviate this dread was the peculiarity of the superstructure of these vessels; their basic appearance seemed like a blend between old palaces and old mansions[1] combined with something more fitting for vessels meant to cruise the dark void of space, complete with armament, yet there was something about this combination that seemed...off. Or rather, unfitting, for what kind of force creates luxurious space vessels of such an ornate design, yet also seems to have designed these same vessels with the goal of being warships, their armament way too heavy for anything even remotely resembling a luxury cruiser? What reason could one have to create this strange amalgamation instead of luxurious vessels with a powerful escort. After all, every bit of space taken up by luxuries is space that could’ve been used for military applications, and vice versa, logically leaving one with a subpar design that is supposed to be both and doesn’t shine as either. It was a nonsensical design in that regard, something that a sane designer would’ve never let progress beyond concept designs meant as thought experiment; the mere fact that in that otherwise calm system floated a fleet of things that really shouldn’t logically have been built was strange at best, and worrisome, perhaps mildly sinister, at worst.

The fleet of alien splendour was on the move, uncaring, perhaps even unknowing of whatever dreadful wonder it had the potential of causing. It flew past planets: frozen planets, gas giants, barren worlds, all were left untouched by the fleet, its vessels bearing no apparent interest in surveying any of them, heading straight for the star instead. With its decorated hulls bathing in blood red light, gold and silver brightly shimmering, a course was plotted across the galaxy. It was a strange course, quite erratic even, zigzagging across one half of the galactic disk, before flying straight over the galactic core to continue said zigzag across the other half. A crackle, a flash, and the fleet was gone, off to continue their illogical galactic journey, revelling in luxury, filling the void with laughter and music wherever they went.

Another wave echoed through the star system as the fleet left. No, not a wave, but a shudder.

[1]: imagine a blend of architectural styles from the 17th to the 19th century IRL.

I haven't actually ever posted multiple posts of this size on a single day, so this is kinda weird.

The Armada of Refuge wrote:The Arrival: ships of splendour.

Silence. Cold, unbroken silence. That was the name of the blanket that had been wrapped around the star system ever since its original period of creation had ended, and its star and planets had calmed down after an eternity of stellar turmoil filled with planetary collisions, orbital shifts, and asteroid buckshot. The star stood at the centre, shining rather dimly, a blood red light that enveloped all that faced this glowing ball of heat. Around it orbited 8 planets of varying size and composition, formed eons ago, forged from dust, debris, and sheer heat into massive balls of stone, metal and gas, bearing surfaces formerly covered in vast oceans of molten material, oceans that have long since grown cold and solid. Even those planets so close to the star that their atmospheres were heated up to hundreds of degrees, the surface underneath cleansed of all life by the scorching power of the red light, were mere shadows of their former selves when it came to temperature alone, the mind-boggling temperatures of the past making several hundreds of degrees seem like mere child’s play. Undisturbed serenity had been achieved over time, a natural process that applied to most standard star systems that had left their turbulent formation behind, and had yet to reach the eventual, often violent death of their star, and in part of the cases, their entire system. As with most things in existence, however, outside meddling tends to enjoy disrupting serenity to varying extents.

It all started with a ripple, a brief wave seemingly within the very fabric of the universe itself, sweeping through the system. It was a rather harmless wave, one that at best disrupted the appearance of things for a brief period of time. Then, a bright, purple flash, its appearance masking the sudden creation of a cloud-shielded rift, torn into spacetime roughly in the middle of the gap between the small, red star and the outermost planet of the system. A sleek, ornate bow pierced through the clouds, followed by a second, and a third, and soon after, innumerable more, the harbingers of the vessels they were part of. Strange vessels most definitely, painted either clean white, crimson, scarlet, carmine, or imperial red, covered in ornate gold and silver parts, and bearing superstructure constructed in a style quite peculiar for a space vessel, with rows upon rows of purple-black banners adorning each and every single hull. There was a certain beauty that radiated off of these elaborate vessels, an aura of magnificence, of riches, and of nobility; vessels owned and commanded by unknown entities that enjoyed vast luxuries, no doubt. Their appearance was something capable of making its onlookers highly curious of the possible interior of these marvelous creations, a curiosity that often intertwined itself with imagination, fantasies of walking the grandeur most likely contained within these peculiar hulls, and enjoying the unimaginably wide array of luxuries that came with it. Quite magnificent indeed.

And yet, this arrival wasn’t just one of beauty. Along with the enigmatic fleet and the feeling of wonder it invoked, there was a feeling of dread. Horrible, disgusting, instinctive dread, for in the vessels’ wake followed a pandemonium of sounds: the sounds of chatter, of music, of dinner, of dancing, of footsteps, and above all, sounds of laughter. Loud, garbled laughter, produced by many, and seeming to have originated straight from the spoken gibberish of a raving madman, there was something about this mass expression of enjoyment that gave it an innate, underlying wrongness, as if this enjoyment was caused by acts either so deprived or so alien that it seemed as if those who attempted to imagine the worlds within for too long without proper protection would sooner or later be lost to their thoughts forever, mumbling and rambling about things too horrible or too foreign for normal minds to cope with.

What most definitely didn’t help alleviate this dread was the peculiarity of the superstructure of these vessels; their basic appearance seemed like a blend between old palaces and old mansions[1] combined with something more fitting for vessels meant to cruise the dark void of space, complete with armament, yet there was something about this combination that seemed...off. Or rather, unfitting, for what kind of force creates luxurious space vessels of such an ornate design, yet also seems to have designed these same vessels with the goal of being warships, their armament way too heavy for anything even remotely resembling a luxury cruiser? What reason could one have to create this strange amalgamation instead of luxurious vessels with a powerful escort. After all, every bit of space taken up by luxuries is space that could’ve been used for military applications, and vice versa, logically leaving one with a subpar design that is supposed to be both and doesn’t shine as either. It was a nonsensical design in that regard, something that a sane designer would’ve never let progress beyond concept designs meant as thought experiment; the mere fact that in that otherwise calm system floated a fleet of things that really shouldn’t logically have been built was strange at best, and worrisome, perhaps mildly sinister, at worst.

The fleet of alien splendour was on the move, uncaring, perhaps even unknowing of whatever dreadful wonder it had the potential of causing. It flew past planets: frozen planets, gas giants, barren worlds, all were left untouched by the fleet, its vessels bearing no apparent interest in surveying any of them, heading straight for the star instead. With its decorated hulls bathing in blood red light, gold and silver brightly shimmering, a course was plotted across the galaxy. It was a strange course, quite erratic even, zigzagging across one half of the galactic disk, before flying straight over the galactic core to continue said zigzag across the other half. A crackle, a flash, and the fleet was gone, off to continue their illogical galactic journey, revelling in luxury, filling the void with laughter and music wherever they went.

Another wave echoed through the star system as the fleet left. No, not a wave, but a shudder.

[1]: imagine a blend of architectural styles from the 17th to the 19th century IRL.

I haven't actually ever posted multiple posts of this size on a single day, so this is kinda weird.

(So much text >.<)

Dominion Remnants wrote:(So much text >.<)

(I usually kinda struggle to properly start, but once I've gotten that down, most of the post just follows on its own pretty much. Which euh...yeah, does lead to sizable amounts of text. I'm not gonna bother writing 20 or so additional arrival posts, but I AM gonna dive into something I much prefer: character stuff! Which, if it's interaction purely between my own characters, is at risk of leading to actual 4-5 page posts. For the record, this one was a bit under 2. Yeeeaaaaah...)

United cult of britain

*Sits in office chair. Thinks about making mobile bunkers that can fly. Thinks about old world war two aircrafts. Starts making designs for the next aircrafts.*

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