Fee free, if I remember correctly my country was pretty much in anarchy
Oxihydronia and Jute in space
I'll uplift you like the Salarians uplifted the Krogan.
And then I'll have to dump a fertility affecting plague on your people.
Yay for ethnic-destroying science!
I've never played fallout before, but I guess an rp would be where to start.
Or walkthrough videos.
Or the wikia site.
Didn't we say "no space until world peace"?
Oxihydronia and Jute in space
It's too late, we have already taken off.
Or get it on steam sale
"The government awards prizes to television shows featuring stereotype-breaking minority roles."
Social Conservatism goes up 6.6 %. And here I thought this was the more liberal option. But stereotype-breaking can foster unity, and thus act as a conservative force, I guess.
Book Publishing also went from -2.62 → 271.73, or +10,470%. This is great news. All people IN SPACE shall learn of our message.
As you wish.
And it's good to see you back. I was sad to hear you CTE'ed.
*an Imperial Legion is prepared for combat*
Wait, Tea Party is back? Oh my gosh :D Yay, welcome back! Didn't even see that
Hey Space Jute. Yes, he has returned.
How did I miss this post? It was literally four posts above mine :P
I'm really happy to see you back, actually! It felt a bit weird being one of the few older RMB rp-fans left here, and instead be surrounded by so many people I barely know.
I have no idea how I missed that, haha. Since I saw Rogue One and read a bit on the codes, I decided to make a space-themed nation for fun :P
Wait... when did that happen?
I only wish space tech was allowed. All my Imperial Navy knowledge and tactics wasted.
Chapter Two: ArcticOne Is Born
"A stubborn general, a quiet scientist, a mad aristocrat, and a whole bunch of confused capitalists walk into a bar. Long story short, they end up saving the world!"
-An oft-repeated joke, commonly heard in taverns and history classes across ArcticOne
By the time of Dr. Alfred Sullivan's theorem and scientific apogee, Lieutenant General Greg Erickson was a frail old man. Reaching his rank through decades of exemplary service, he eventually became the head of all research for the Allenton Air Force. Early on, Lt. Gen. Erickson was convinced by Dr. Sullivan's theories, and while the rest of his government either denied the science outright or pussyfooted around the issue through rhetorical weaseling, he decided that he would use his resources to use Dr. Sullivan's knowledge and help his nation survive this apocalypse.
While universities across the nation were constantly strapped for cash even when undertaking world-saving studies with some of the most talented scientists in the region and certainly had no business making doomsday plots, Lt. Gen. Erickson was savvy enough to know that nearly any funding requirement could be accomplished with Allenton's tax base so long as it was loosely labeled "for national defense" or "for military application", no matter how outlandish the project itself might be. He began making resource allocations for a number of projects that would be instrumental for a new, broken world: wireless redundancy for major communication systems, styles of new efficient VTOL fighters, long-range medical helicopters and a series of new "sky destroyers": heavily armed and armored, highly maneuverable, and massive VTOL aircraft that could serve as both transport and battleships. Meanwhile, he began to draw funding away from research meant for Allenton's prized "fortresses", which Erickson correctly believed would be annihilated during the Uprising. However, when he began to work on the other bits of necessary technology that were to be distributed internationally and had absolutely no military application, he found himself blocked by spendophobic bureaucrats and even democratic politicians, who denounced his "pointless" and "out of control" spending on these items and threatened to remove him from his post as part of their re-election bids. Erickson had to back down, but he knew that the people of this continent couldn't grow and eat VTOL fighters once their crops began to fail. The money for those sorts of things would have to come from elsewhere.
Meanwhile, in Farbanti, a dozen or so investors were meeting over dinner to discuss their long-term plans. These were investors known as "short-shooters", investors who were looking for bubbles that were about to pop that they could exploit or disasters to make money off of through their investments. The programmers they had hired had just finished writing an algorithm to find said events and were celebrating with some exotic sake and a fine sushi dinner. A young head programmer decided to use his smartphone and test the algorithm out as a party trick, to impress her employers and maybe even make a few million. Immediately, the algorithm spat out information about the Rift event, including Dr. Sullivan's findings and rumors of General Erickson's expensive projects. The investors, in their inebriated state, found this to be extremely interesting and asked the head programmer to use the other part of the algorithm to determine the likelihood of the event happening. based off a huge number of inputs that were meant to drown out speculative white noise and focus on the facts. When the algorithm reached 85.7% certainty, jaws dropped and the party sobered up immediately. This algorithm typically printed out numbers between 5-10% certainty, which was what the investors were used to operating with. The algorithm was basically telling them that the disaster was imminent. Instead of lingering and partying, they grabbed their dinners in boxes and left for their homes and offices. The sake bottles were quickly finished, however.
The next day, about half of the investors contacted Lt. Gen. Erickson and Dr. Sullivan and asked what they could do to help. The answers given comprised quite a list. They needed to acquire a huge abundance of solar panels and wind generators, find better techniques for water preservation (since the post-Uprising water table would be sporadic at best and annihilated at worst until the climate stabilized), develop more high-yield crops that can survive in high altitudes so that malnutrition doesn't threaten people, improve the integrity wireless communication systems, and find a way to make lightweight yet strong structures that were wind resistant and didn't need strong foundations and were suitable for human life. The investors immediately went and poured money into a number of ecological technologies, factories for new space-age materials, satellite and wireless communications companies, and genetic engineering commissions for crops. However, all this money being moved around had attracted the attention of a certain aristocrat from the Kingdom of Vorland...
Madame Felicia Amboise was known as the "purple elephant" in Vorland's aristocratic circles: a woman whose extravagant habits and strange ideas made her a pariah, yet her impressive achievements in commerce and culture and her absurdly large and decorated estate made her impossible to censure or ignore, even by the King. Mme. Amboise was reviewing a number of her investments when she noticed that the share values of a "green energy" company she had invested in had unexpectedly made rapid gains. Somewhat annoyed (as this unusual event threw her long-term financial plans into temporary chaos), she did some investigating and discovered that it was part of a much larger movement of money into a number of different companies that all marketed what she considered "future necessities": special materials, genetic engineering, telecommunications, and the like. Amboise also discovered that these investments could be traced to that crew of "short-shooters" in Farbanti. She called them and demanded an explanation, which after a load of nonstop calling and several threats of economic sanctions against the investors' homeland, she received: Dr. Sullivan's theory and Lt. Gen. Erickson's plans, along with the algorithm and their response. Madame Amboise was immediately interested and used her political clout to score a meeting with General Erickson. They almost immediately got into a heated argument over a certain idea the Mme. Amboise had that she believed was crucial for the future: the theoretical anti-gravity Rift Engine. While Amboise believed that building one took top priority, Erickson was adamant that it should be considered a secondary priority at best, not the primary goal of the project. Although they did not reach an agreement on this matter, Madame Amboise had agreed to sink all of her multi-billion dollar estate into the construction of a number of airships and post-Uprising settlement materials: the last piece of the puzzle. The two decided, however, that they wanted Dr. Sullivan completely on their side.
One day, Erickson and Amboise approached Dr. Sullivan and invited him (along with the group from Farbanti) to play a game of golf and have drinks afterword, ostensibly for charity. Over martinis, the general and the aristocrat gave him a simple offer: if he were to quit his job at the university and come work with them, they could nearly guarantee that the continent would at least have some kind of plan and technological help when the Uprising came. After some consideration, Dr. Sullivan accepted their offer, and the partnership that would save millions of lives was finally fleshed out. That night while smoking a few cigars to celebrate, Lt. Gen. Erickson showed Dr. Sullivan a copy of the blueprints for his "sky destroyer", the long-range high-speed massive aircraft he and his men had designed. He asked Sullivan what he thought the first plane should be named, noting that it would be built in Atavaq at . Sullivan, who had just returned from the region, thought for a moment before settling on "Arctic One". Madame Amboise loved the name, so much so that not only did she approve of it being applied to the first Sky Destroyer, but she suggested that it should be the name for their entire project: "the ArcticOne corporation". Thus, the venture that saved millions and built a nation was created.
Chapter 3 coming soon!
Forgot to include a link to the first chapter. Enjoy!
Seriously though, can I join this?
TOP OF THE MORNING COMRADES. Sorry i haven't posted anything in a while i was binge watching my favourite show.
P.S. no one in Ireland says top of the morning its an merican invention
P.P.S. my fav show is DoctorWho
P.P.P.S. I've nicked Candros biscuits or what ever you MERICANS call them