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Yay Auxicoin is growing already! Big fun!

Aratunda wrote:Yay Auxicoin is growing already! Big fun!

yay..

Amestris and freedonia

Wardency wrote:

Photo of glorious Börkcoin

What is Börkcoin?

A decentralized currency with no stinky government involved! Yay no more cringe government taxes. though you are subjected to volatile prices that make drag you from a silicon valley millionaire to someone living in New Jersey.

How was it created?

When it comes to crypto, I think I know what I am talking about because.....

I come from from a long line of Börkcoin miners. My ancestors were all Börkcoin miners. My father, grandfather, and great grandfather were all Börkcoin miners. It was dangerous work. Deaths in the mines were all too common. My grandfather died in a Börkcoin mining accident in 1961.

I remember that, as a child in the 1960's, everybody in the community relied on the mining income. It's the only work there was back then.

We were pretty poor. Börkcoin wasn't worth much, not like today. On the other hand they were much more plentiful and easier to find. When I was a child, a block of 50 Börkcoin wasn't hard to find. Those Börkcoin could feed an entire family for a week. Sometimes my dad would find two blocks in a week. When that happened we would get to eat meat on a Sunday. But there were also the weeks when he didn't find any, and we would go hungry.

I remember him once coming home pretty happy. He had found a hard fork. He gave us all a big kiss and then handed my mum a big bundle of Börkcoin cash. She took us all out for a treat in the movies.

It wasn't a steady income. You never knew if you were going to find any Börkcoin. To smooth out the ups and downs my dad eventually joined a mining pool which shared the results amongst its members. It didn't last long. The difficulty was constantly going up and the rewards became less and less.

As I said, it was hard and gruelling work. They didn't use nice clean electricity like they do today. It was hard and dirty work involving sweat and blood.

If you want to know the real meaning of "proof of work", just imagine my father when he came home after a gruelling day down a Börkcoin mine. You knew where he had been. The proof was everywhere. His skin and clothes were covered in Börkcoin dust. The whole house used to stink of it. I think it was what killed him He was probably constantly inhaling Börkcoin dust into his blockchain.

If my father was still alive today, I wonder what he would say, on learning that Börkcoin is now worth thousands of dollars.

Does investing in Börkcoin makes you a superior human being?

sigh

To be fair, you have to have a very high IQ to understand Börkcoin . Its future applications are extremely subtle, and without a solid grasp of computing and economics, most of its possible functions will go over a typical investor’s head. There’s also my free-market outlook, which is deftly woven into my creation- my personal philosophy draws heavily from Robert Malthus, for instance.

The shills understand this stuff; they have the intellectual capacity to truly appreciate the depths of this coin, to realize that it is not just speculation - it says something deep about LIFE. As a consequence people who dislike Börkcoin truly ARE idiots- of course, they wouldn’t appreciate, for instance, the brilliance in my brilliant programming method - the “Blockchain,” which itself is a cryptic reference to Haber and Stornetta's Merkle trees. I’m smirking right now just imagining one of those addlepated simpletons scratching their heads in confusion as our lord and savior's genius wit unfolds itself on their computer screens. What fools.. how I pity them. 😂

And yes, by the way, i DO have a Börkcoin tattoo. And no, you cannot see it. It’s for the ladies’ eyes only- and even then they have to demonstrate that they’re within 5 IQ points of my own (preferably lower) beforehand. Nothin personnel kid 😎

What is its current price?

Well I don't know it is a crypto after all, its sumthing like 1,747.235 AMerican moners the last time I checked so I might by 0.378924094872391092348728928we8duf8 by now.

I don't trust you ,I need to hear opinions of people who has invested.

I can't do this anymore. I invested my entire life savings, my entire FAmILY's LIFE SAVINGS into Börkcoin and it went to shie. YOU GUYS TOLD ME IT WAS THE RIGHT DECISION, HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IT WOULD FALL SO QUICKLY

my family is essentially homeless now, i have no other funds and i can't tell my wife what i did. she doesnt even like crypto.

its over boys. i hope hell isnt as bad as they make it out to be[/font]


Here are some stock images of successful businessmen to hype yall up

me after losing my parent's inheritance to Börkcoin

haha it spikey and go up up up wai t this is the stock market.

Read dispatch

Obligatory Börkcoin ad

would you like to join my political party in the North Pacific you can be the minister of foreign affairs

Amestris and freedonia wrote:would you like to join my political party in the North Pacific you can be the minister of foreign affairs

you are too ambitious

but i aint saying you are gonna lose

Amestris and freedonia

Communist Beijing Must be China wrote:you are too ambitious

but i aint saying you are gonna lose

we need someone like you how about Ministry of interior

Amestris and freedonia wrote:we need someone like you how about Ministry of interior

i will think about it.

if 10 people are in your party, i will be minister of coms

Amestris and freedonia wrote:would you like to join my political party in the North Pacific you can be the minister of foreign affairs

What? I dont think we have political parties, only individuals

Wardency wrote:What? I dont think we have political parties, only individuals

ah yeah, right, i back out.

Madrueji

Eternal Dominion wrote:SR RP
---
After a quick discussion, a radio message of sorts is sent towards the nation of Madrueji in hopes they can hear and respond as not much is known about them.

I couldn't think of anything fancy to write :/

SR RP

"Truly, this is a most strange and alien land. Oh, what manner of calamity has befallen us? I know not why we were brought here, or indeed what entity is responsible for it, but I will NOT allow Madrueji to perish! This I swear on Ahura Mazda himself! For I am Ikram el-Habib, king of Madurjei, and I will be the one who leads her to eternal domination! For I-"

A loud knock startled Ikram, rousing him from his internal musings. He was currently sitting upon his throne, having been deep in thought as he reflected upon events that had transpired. Ikram did not know why Madrueji had been transported to Strangereal, but he was determined to make the most of a bad situation. After all, this land was full of strange creatures and advanced technology, and with the right amount of diplomatic wrangling and military prowess, he might just be able to secure some of these unknown treasures for Madrueji itself.

For the present moment, however, Ikram would have to deal with this current interruption. He nodded to his guards, who proceeded to pull open the massive golden doors leading up to his throne room. In walked an elderly man, his face wrinkled and creased, his back hunched over at an odd angle. This man was no other than Ikram's faithful advisor, Fat'hi "the Cunning". He had served Ikram, Ikram's father, and Ikram's Father's Father, becoming a household staple and common sight around the palace at Khorralkhal. Personally, Ikram was quite fond of the old man, going so far as to allow him to keep his post even with there being other far younger and more vigorous candidates to replace him. Nonetheless, Ikram appreciated his ancient wisdom and unique worldview on all sorts of different manners. A man like Fat'hi would serve Ikram until the day he died.

Fat'hi slowly ambled toward Ikram, seemingly completely oblivious to the multitude of stares coming from Ikram's guards. As he approached the base of the Shah's throne, he got down on all fours and prostrated himself before Ikram, loudly proclaiming:

"Hail to you, o king of kings, my Shah! May the wise lord bless you with good fortune and a thousand years of reign! Long live you and the House of el-Haibib!"

Ikram, for his part, found this display of loyalty both highly embarrassing and unnecessary.

"Come, raise your head, Fat'hi! I know your bones have seen more than their fair share of hard work and labor. You need not prostrate yourself in my presence. So stand, your Shah orders it!"

Fat'hi slowly picked himself off the ground, ignoring any attempt of help by Ikram's guards. Fat'hi may have been old, but he was still a proud man, and he would not allow himself to show any weakness around his beloved Shah.

"My apologies your majesty, I am simply always in awe of your inspiring presence. Truly, such a man as yourself deserves the total adoration of all your loyal subjects."

"Come now, Fat'hi, you know your honeyed words will not work on me" Ikram said with a wry grin. Oh, how he enjoyed his conversations with Fath'hi! "But I take it you did not come here merely to sing my praises, no? Come, walk with me. Let us discuss certain matters together."

Ikram arose from his throne and stepped forward to join Fat’hi. He was immediately followed by a pair of his Mamlukes, the royal guard of Madrueji. Dressed head to toe in gilded mail and shining mirror armor, and wielding a massive Bardiche in both hands, the royal guard was a truly intimidating and terrifying fighting force, once completely loyal and devoted to the Shah. They made no sound despite all the armor they wore, and a faint purple shimmer could be briefly seen glowing around them. They followed the Shah and Fat’hi as they exited the throne room and went into the royal gardens.

While Madrueji might be mostly desert, there was no indication of that fact around the royal palace. All manner of exotic plants bloomed in the garden, expelling strange and unusual fragrances as Ikram and his party walked around. Beneath the palace was a massive canal system, called a Qanat, that brought all the water necessary to keep such an extensive collection of plants alive. It was a marvel of engineering and testament to the skills of both Madruejain and Desert Dwarf engineers. As Ikram walked throughout the garden, any palace workers who saw him instantly stopped what they were doing to give the Shah a deep bow of respect. Unlike most other Shahs, Ikram had insisted that his subjects need only bow in his presence, and not prostrate themselves like they usually did for the previous kings. It was a decree that everyone had followed to the letter. Everyone except Fat’hi, of course.

As Ikram continued to enjoy the sights and smells of the garden, he turned to Fat’hi.

“So, tell me Fat’hi, what business do you have with me today?”

Fat’hi grinned, revealing rows of blackened teeth, as he replied:

“A suggestion from your most humble servant, your majesty, in regards to who Madrueji should associate with on the international stage.”

Ikram considered this statement for a moment.

“You talk of who Madrueji should have relations with, yes?”

“Indeed I do, your excellency. Madrueji currently finds herself alone, surrounded by a hostile environment full of unknown characters. I believe that by allying ourselves with the strong, we can not only ensure the survival of the Madreuejian state but see it thrive as well.”

“I see”, Ikram said as he took in what Fat’hi had said. Obviously, as powerful as Madrueji was, the country would be at a severe disadvantage if it couldn’t find any proper allies to establish ties with. “Certainly, a most wise decision Fat’hi, one I wish to implement post-haste. But, tell me then, who shall we court? Who is worthy to become our friends and allies, and who can we safely ignore and pay no heed to? I know we are in the midst of establishing relations with Gothgraff and Lilium, is that not enough?

“I fear it is not, your majesty, as we could use all the friends and allies that we can get. As such, I have prepared for your majesty a list of potential candidates. Please, your majesty may read it at your leisure.”

Opening the folds on his Kaftan, Fat’hi pulled out an intricately carved scroll and handed it to the Shah. Ikram opened it, and read off the list of names that Fat’hi had proposed:

"Friently, Western Vapia, Kyoki Chudoku, Angshire, Oskarheim, Pandoska, Minuda..."

Ikram raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"This is a rather short list, is it not?"

"Indeed your Majesty, it is. We are still doing research on the other nations of Strangereal, as no other nation has yet shown its worthiness to become our allies and friends. These nations here are the most promising ones yet, I suggest we contact them as soon as possible."

"What about this...what is it called...Eternal Dominion?” I believed that they attempted to make contact with us last night?"

"Correct and astute as always, your majesty. Indeed, they send a sort of magical communication to us, though I fear that it was garbled and quite difficult to understand. The mages are still working on decoding what they sent to us."

"I see...very well. Here is my decree: contact all the nations at once, including these "Eternal Dominion" as well. Send them offers of free trade and genuine friendship (aka an offer of an alliance), and include an invitation to the royal palace with it. Be sure to send a small quantity of gemstone with each official reply. Our messenger pigeons will do the rest."

"Very good, your majesty. Will there be anything else?"

"No Fat'hi, you are free to resume your duties."

"Oh? Then, if that is the case, might I remain in your majesty's company for just a bit longer? I wish to have a conversation between us, one that does not relate to politics or matters of the state. I wish to converse with you not as your advisor, but as your friend."

Ikram sighed to himself. Fat'hi was truly loyal to a fault.

"Sure, Fat'hi. Let us forget station for just this once, and converse as friends might do!"

As Ikram and Fat'hi talked about nothing in particular, messenger pigeons were already being prepared to deliver their messages to the aforementioned nations...

Sallent wrote:Restoring the old glories of Sallent would result in me going to war with most of my neighbors and then some.

I has same concern with Marshava. Is also with me? Sallent

Madrueji wrote:-snip-

I find it really hard to imagine your Shah talking to someone with normal conversation...

...Nonetheless it still adds a nice story bit.

Goood morning comrades!

Orpzis wrote:Goood morning comrades!

We have become polar opposite ideologies. Monarchism vs Communism.

Emeraldisia wrote:I find it really hard to imagine your Shah talking to someone with normal conversation...

...Nonetheless it still adds a nice story bit.

I mean, the guy might as well be his “grandpa”, you know?

Emeraldisia

Madrueji wrote:I mean, the guy might as well be his “grandpa”, you know?

I guess so.

Orpzis wrote:Goood morning comrades!

good morning, comrade.

Emeraldisia wrote:We have become polar opposite ideologies. Monarchism vs Communism.

Orpzis is not communist, but Vanguard socialist.

Orpzis wrote:Orpzis is not communist, but Vanguard socialist.

I'm both confused and intrigued...

Emeraldisia wrote:I guess so.

Guess you’ve never had any wizened male figures in your life, eh?

O_o

Weather

It's currently 17.9C with cold winds of 17kph blowing and a bit cloud cover in the sky.Minimum temperature will drop to 15.5C.

Today's maximum temperature was 24C with a very warmth day with no rain and wind ranging from 15-24kph.

Dossier Breaking News of the Day.

A small but vocal minority on an unnamed (I do not name names for the most part) leftist region is denying the Uyghur genocide...

And yet they wonder why leftism is looked at with skepticism (TBH though, china is closer to fascism, no make that Nazism, than communism at this point).

Emeraldisia wrote:I'm both confused and intrigued...

Orpzis wrote:
Time cannot eat away what is unforgettable, deep in our heart we still remember that day on that year;

Thud. Thud. Thud. The two sisters march hand and hand. The two sisters stand tall upon the morning sun, a sun that shines bright upon not only the sisters, but the ten thousand protesters, filling them all with hope and idealism.

The two sisters wave a banner of the read snake, a symbol of liberty and progress within Orpzis since it’s founding after the winter strike. The banner is of the red snake biting with a hammer
within its jaws, with the words “hipa tax reached.” [Liberty shall overcome]

The demonstrators march as one down the historical Streets of Rea, streets where distant brutal fighting was waged, where just as there ancestors before them fought for freedom. Streets stained in blood and culture.

“Hey, how did you hide this poster from mother and dad?” The younger of the two sisters asks

Sasha, the older sister by three years chuckles at that question as they continue marching. “I believe a old American philosopher had a saying that goes something like “a good magician never reveals her secrets”

The younger sister, Mahi cracks a smile at the joke “cut the crap, seriously, how did you do it?”

The older sister glances at her younger counterpart “you know how there is that one lose pice of wood in the closet?”

“Yea?”

“Well, when I was your age I did some exploring when we first moved in. Three years ago was it? Well, it’s not just lose, but completely broken. If you remove it there is a whole nother room behind it.”

The younger sister brings on a face of complete establishment. “How- what- how could you hide it for that long? Why didn’t you tell me? Why not mother or dad?”

“As I said, a good magician never reveals he- hey, what’s going on?”

Our past sorrow has turned into strength over the years, searching for the truth and ideal forever.

The two sisters have stoped moving, along with the rest of the demonstrators. The whole ten thousand strong protest had completely stopped in it’s tracks. Both can hear the faint sound of.. cars? And hel- VROOOM.

Two police helicopters fly over the demonstrators. The helicopter‘s white and red paint job clearly fresh in the morning sun. The helicopters play a announcement on the loudspeaker, Broadcasting it to all below.
“The government has declared this assembly illegal, disperse immediately.”

The crowd stands in shocked silence for a moment before many start cursing this “government.” The government that they are protesting directly against. But still, the marchers remain stagnant within the sea of people.

“What’s going on?” Mahi asks in a nervous voice.

“The exact reason we are here. Look around you, ten thousand people standing defiant against this government. Not a Single soul leaving.”

“I’m never sure a soul could leave in this sea of people even if they wanted.”

Both sisters laugh at that half hearted attempt to lighten the mood.

“Hey, do-“

despite the long path, we went forth without knowing fear, cut though the thorns, don’t brother looking back!

The rumbling of car engines they heard earlier grows nearer. Within 15 seconds the sisters can see the automobiles as they are near the very front of the protest. The cars, huge full black armored troop transports and with a 20MM auto-canon on top, drive full speed at the marchers before stopping no more then 24 feet in front of farthermost demonstrator.

There over 800 soldiers, dressed in all black, armed with AK-47s and wearing STSh-81 imported helmets, stand before the protesters. A officer of sorts pulls out a loudspeaker and begins to broadcast.

“Under orders from the government, this is a illegal assembly, disperse immediately!”

The demonstrators at the front began to yell at the soldiers. Calling them Gestapo, Stasis, SS, NKVD, and bourgeoisie goons. The front of the protest turns into chaos as yelling brakes out and modesty deteriorates into dust. Then... a match to the can of petrol.

A act heard around the world, a throw of defiance, a terrorist, whatever you call it. Somewhere, somehow, someone, threw a Molotov cocktail at the soldiers.

“Take aim, ready, fire!”

Bang

Emeraldisia

Post by Maximus tyrant suppressed by a moderator.

Eternal Dominion wrote:Well, I'd say to not think of NS and rmb like it's a business meeting or important texts with your boss. Importance and urgency is so low, you really shouldn't have to worry about it.

I just don't like to be rude.

Clatoria wrote:SR:RP
At 9:00 PM the Parliament announced that it will support Emnaria and will only help in giving Aid but not fully attack Catoliaca, the Soldiers of the Clatorian R.A.F. stand in full watch over the borders of Clatoria incase if an Invasion starts.
Prince Garo turns 12 this day.
The Military has grown up to 100,000 Soldiers and is on Patrol of the Borders, the Nation braces for an Invasion.
King Michael pays a visit to Parliament and they discuss rather to make Military Service Obligated or Optional.

SR RP

The news of the Clatorian decision has spread across Emnaria, many cities have crowds cheering in the streets over this event. However, some people haven't been so happy. Specifically a group named "Guadelijo", the group have been committing acts of arson across the nation since the declaration of war and police are hard at work to combat this group. With the support of Clatoria, it is hoped that the war will be over soon and domestic problems will be solved.

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My name is Joe Gaming from Amogus. Am I funny yet?

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