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More heart fluttery action in Piggy Cliff!
In the slightly over two weeks since Augustus' birth, his Portly Parents have been reminded almost daily about being careful about accidentally making more children, given that Mrs. Tubbius, thanks to Her own Tubbius Magic, is a living paradox of always ready to nurse Her eternal babies and always ready to conceive and carry more. Of course, neither of the Royal Rotundities took the doctor very seriously, thinking They still had some time to go before They could make more little lives.
During a commercial break for Tubby Guards, a form of bladder control underwear aimed at elderly adults, and between huffy wheezes brought on by this poorly timed sympathetic laboring, Mrs. Tubbius HRM hrms that, as of an especially active night of the fifteenth, there are now more little lives starting to form within Her.
When a decidedly pale-faced Obesity mmphs the question of how many, His Bountiful Beloved merely chuckles, rubs Her belly, and repeats a single, emphatic word with a HRM: MORE.
From the television screen, vampire Baron Von Tubb in TubBlood, played by Tubbius, gives a hearty, mmphing laugh.
Guiness Freaks and Loftegen 2
Bicycles are used a lot both for transportation and recreation in the Imperium. In fact since private cars have been banned inside all major cities, they are the main mode of individual transportation along with everyone's own too feet. In the countryside they are also very popular, and bicycle paths have recieved a lot of funding in the last years so that one doesn't have to bike on the road.
Your imaginary friend, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Your imaginary friend, Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Xi Jinping is better
Since cars are banned, almost everyone bikes!
Or they use public transport.
Your imaginary friend, Loftegen 2, and Leonism
Starship L/KRV Morgenröte, 200 km above Hyperborea, 8:36 am in Loftegen 2
ACHTUNG, RAKETENSTART ENTDECKT!
The warning appeared in big red letters on the main screen of the Morgenröte, accompanied by an annoying audio warning. The report from the crewman at the sensors was unnecessary: "Vizekonsul, we have detected a single missile launch in West Loftegen. It looks like the warhead is headed for us!".
Leonhardt Schulte, seated in the command chair on deck of the ship, remained calm. "That was to be expected. Please check again that our point defense Lasers are operational and set to automatic mode, engaging missiles at up to 100 km." "Jawohl, Herr Vizekonsul!"
Schulte looked at the screens. The missile was incoming fast, already nearly at orbit. Looking outside the windows, it was invisible to the naked eye, but at the blue-tinted horizon far below and in front of them, a thin line of smoke was visible where the missile had climbed through the atmosphere.
"IMPACT IN 30 SECONDS". The sensor officer was obviously nervous. Schulte tried to maintain a confident expression, despite feeling uneasy himself. A timer counted down the time until impact. At merely 5 seconds until impact, two things happened simultaneously. The onboard lasers fired, barely visible against the backdrop of the planet below them, while the missile exploded at the same time, a blinding flash of light fast expanding into a circular cloud of fire, which vanished quickly. Screens began to flicker, some went black, and the ship rocked slightly.
"Damage report?" Schulte inquired. The first officer was the first to reply. "Must have been a live nuclear missile. Significant EMP effect, some systems will need to be rebooted. Weapons and engines remain fully operational.
No hull damage reported."
"Okay, then let us give them some of their own medicine. Ready the Ragnarok, target that missile launch site. Fire when ready." Schulte had an evil grin on his face now.
"Loading primary laser capacitors now", the weapons officer replied. The interior lighting flickered and then went dimmer as most of the ships energy was sent to its main weapon.
"I have a firing solution", the weapons officer reported.
"FEUER!" Vizekonsul Schulte's voice was brimming with hate now.
Firing the laser did not produce a sound by itself, but the unloading of the capacitors was audible throughout the Morgenröte. Unlike the smaller point defense lasers earlier, the beam of the 500 MW cannon was clearly visible as a bright green stream, connecting the ship and its target hundreds of kilometres away near instantly. It faded away after a second, leaving a bright "shadow" on the retina of everyone who had looked outside, even though the windows were specifically designed to filter the light as to avoid eye damage. A small explosion erupted from the Loftegen missile silo. It had obviously been hit, but none of the nuclear warheads went off, or there would have been a bigger explosion.
"Target hit, damage unknown ", the WO reported briefly.
Aigania, Fluffiness, and Loftegen 2
Endorse our delegate, 
Treadwellia, and endorsements for you are sure to follow, at the next LazEndo event at the latest.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Americastrailia, Fluffiness, and 3 othersHycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Neat!
Cars are banned in GF so people bike everywhere or ride asses.
Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, Hycronesia, Loftegen 2, and 1 otherKingdom of Napels
It took me a few minutes to realise you said “cars” and not “cats” and another few minutes to realise you meant donkeys (non-native English speaker, and I always say “donkey” instead of ass) :P
Your imaginary friend, Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
The Exarch of Growtt raises an eyebrow when they look down at the peasants gathering at the base of their skyscraper with colorful flags of rainbow colors. They quickly slide into their human skin before stepping down into the filthy streets as children cowered in alleyways, grubby hands outstretched for coin. Hey, The Exarch might be an eldritch being from another part of the galaxy, but even they can't resist joining in on the fun of a pride parade.
Happy Pride! (Kinda late, but whatever! I hope those who celebrate were able to do so safely.)
Fluffiness, Hycronesia, Guiness Freaks, and Loftegen 2
Beer leader loves cats and asses.
Your imaginary friend, Loftegen 2, and Kingdom of Napels
In Piggy Cliff, an incredulous Dr. Biggenbottom-Tubbius is staring wide-eyed at the Two Tummies, rocking babies in Their lavender nightgowns. "More?" he mmphs. A pause to huff for air, and he sighs. "Well," the wheezy whiffs continue, "you can't say I didn't warn you."
The doctor looks around the nursery, blinking beady eyes. "I guess you could knock out this wall here," he suggests in a string of mmph mmph MMPH mmph. But then, turning again to the Porky Parents of Treadwellia and waddling over to Them, he asks, "Are You sure, Mother?"
Her Maternity gives a snort, passes Sister Tubbius to her Dumpy Daddy, and rubs a hand to each side of her proud paunch. HRM HRM hrm HRM! With this reassurance that She knows exactly how many little ones She is growing, down to the seconds they formed, Her Motherhood gives Her answer.
Mmph mmph MMPH mmph? from the Flabby Father, now giving Sister Tubbius a bottle. The Wondrous Womb of Treadwellia gives a merry, musical laugh, a sly smile, and a repeat, much more emphatically, of last night's response. HRM! "MORE!"
Both doctor and king pale significantly. This is no longer a laughing matter. The doctor waggles a hand to his other side, adding more mmphs. "That wall, too?"
Yes, they do as automobiles are banned. They cycle before curfew though as doing so afterwards is never a good idea. City planning allows for everything to be within an hour's walking distance of a person's flat (houses were gotten rid of long ago to accomodate the growing population and to increase fitness) as this is another form of control, something the Snoodian government is very keen on.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2
But why would the government ever want fit and healthy citizens, when those could more easily rebel? The average waistline is growing evidence that there will never be revolt in Treadwellia. It would be too much work!
Your imaginary friend, Fluffiness, and Loftegen 2
And that folks, is the master plan right there.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, Loftegen 2, and Leonism
Would it not put a strain on the health service? Or make the military ineffective? Or be a strain on every other service such as transportation, the emergency services and others? Would the government have enough money for child benefits? What about a terrorist attack, how are people going to get help fast enough?
Just some questions I thought about. The Snoodian government has control of its people to the nth degree. If treadwellia wants some ideas, the Snoodian government would be more than willing to share them.
Treadwellia, Your imaginary friend, and Loftegen 2
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