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Mogar finally appeared on the other side, studying his surroundings for a moment he estimated they were about 30 miles when where they needed to be, as to exactly when, he would have to take more advanced calculations and wait until night to read the stars. he waited for Antasija to pass through, wondering if she was still standing their slack jawed. Antasija walked through as he was musing to himself, a little bright in the cheeks, "I always love the past. Especially when there aren't any !@#$@#$ jungles around." They were surrounded by hilly terrain, just grassy rolling fields for as far as they could see, sparse trees dotting the landscape, the sky was clear, a wonderful day in southeastern Europe Mogar thought to himself. The last time he was in this area was with her, just after the plane crash. shaking those memories out of his head he smiled at Antasija, "we're a bit off target but we should have time to get there." he said holding out his hand, "We'll need to find clothing, I used period proper kits for us but the clothing I can't replicate as easily as simply grabbing some from a local." "True." she says, looking down at what she generally wore, slightly torn from the last time they'd time-traveled, "I don't suppose I'm going to like the local style though." Mogar looked around as they began walking, there was a road nearby and where there's a road there would eventually be people, "Nothing wrong with togas." he said with a smirk, "I don't mind them personally, very airy." "They're not very flattering and it's hard to run around in them." she shrugs, "But I'll live." He saw smoke rising over a mountain "Let's hope they're friendly and understanding of our future clothing long enough for me to sedate them, I take it you don't speak much Greek?" he asked, knowing the answer. "Not much, no." she says, "I could swap spit with one of th- oh wait, that only works for them, !@#$." she tries to consider something else. "I only gave you one dose of that stuff anyway, I can speak enough to get us into their house I think, and directions to where we need to go, if we have to have a formal dinner or something we may be in a bad place." he said as they went over a hill, a small farmhouse a kilometer away. "Well, I don't think we'll have to do much talking apart from that, we're only going to have to steal the big knot right?" she asks, "How hard could that be? They can't possibly have anything really hard to break into at this point in time." He glanced at the farmer off in the field in the distance, they may be able to just walk in and take what they needed without notice. "We're technically going to have to steal an ox cart that is immovable, and replace it so when Alexander does show up, he can be the hero and cut the thing, be a hero, that whole thing. As to how hard it is going to be... we'll see." is all he could reply. "That doesn't sound terrible." she says, beginning to walk towards the farmhouse nonchalantly, "At least it won't be covered in Indiana Jones style boobie traps." He shook his head "You just had to say it, didn't you? now it IS going to be booby trapped." they had managed to reach the house unnoticed, no dogs or other pesky animals to notify their owner of the pair's arrival, finding robes for the pair of them, Mogar threw her one and began getting undressed quickly, putting his clothing back into the burlap bag he had designed for their little adventure. Antasija does likewise, "You know it occurs to me that this won't do much to disguise us, what with the general Mediterranean color of the people around here. We're still going to stick out I think, or just be incredibly pale in their considerations." He looked at his arm for a moment, "Perhaps with me they'll think I just an a hermit, with you though, I'm not so sure what they're going to think, let's take the long way around." he said quietly, leading her around a hill to escape from the view of the person they had just stolen the outfits from. "We have about 20 kilometers to go, how do you think we roll the thing back to where we need to be though?" There was little information to go on for exactly the size of this knot. "We could steal a couple of ox." she says, shrugging, "We've already stolen a guy's clothes, and it's not like it'll change much that this guy is missing them. Speaking of what they'll think of me, I have no idea, I'm a little too... well, to be much of anything except a fine catch." Thinking about that as they walked, returning to the road once more, "Should that be our cover story? I'm a recluse who traveled far to purchase you?" he thought out loud, he didn't have chains but slavery was fairly common practice in these times, it wouldn't be much of an effort to find the proper equipment. "I think that might work if we make sure to say I'm from up north, I'm a little too pale to be around here, even at their most pale they don't get to where I am. I don't think we'd need much else to convince them except, well, speaking Greek." she comments. He pulled out a length of rope, binding her hands tight enough they wouldnt come loose easily, but left the knot so she would be able to free herself if need be, he looked down at her with a smirk, "First time I've ever tied you up and wasn't planning on taking your clothes off afterward." he teased, leaving a length of rope to work as a leash, cutting it and holding it in his hand. She rolled her eyes and smiles, "You can take them off later of course." she walked with him as he began moving once more. According to the sign they were passing, the city of Kyra was to their south west, sniffing the air he smelled fire... and flesh. "Looks like we arrived on schedule then," he muttered, we have about a day, at most two, until Mr Xander shows up and puts a wrecking on Telmessos." "Well, that's cutting it close but we should be able to manage fairly easily." she says, still shuffling along behind him. He looked her over, the ancient clothing fit her well even though it wasn't designed for her, hanging off just enough to stir thoughts, but not enough to expose anything. "I would kiss you ya know if I wasn't afraid someone might think it was strange." he said looking at her with a smile. "I'm your attractive slave, nobody would think it was the least bit odd." she says, smiling, "People would only think it odd if I were the one who initiated." He glanced around, there was a scout in the distance but he paid them no mind, they were far enough in the distance it would take them easily 5 minutes to reach them. He leaned in and stole a kiss from her, intentionally being as aggressive in the move as possible to ensure that if they had been watching things looked proper. he whispered in her ear "We'll have to try this when we get home." he said winking at her, tugging on the rope gently, "Let's go slave." he said loudly in greek. Antasija blushes brightly and puts her head down, acting the part of the pampered slave well, if not too well, "Yes master." she says back, her Greek stained by a Romanian accent which didn't appear when she was speaking English. The Scouting party arrived quicker than he had estimated, Alexander must have had good horses. "Citizen." he said in Greek, "Where are you headed to in this dangerous land?" looking down upon Antasija with a sneer. Mogar coughed before replying "I am... taking my slave to the south, it is said they have been freeing slaves in this region as of late, I hope to find a business man who would rather make coin over simply being a "moral" person." he managed out in greek, "Apologies, I have been working on my Aramaic in order to begin this business venture." The Scout looked them over carefully. "Be on your way, but be sure to not trust any of these Achaemenid, We are going to eradicate them house by house if need be, Alexander shall rule this land." Mogar placed his hand on his chest "Alexander!" he shouted, the scout nodding and continuing on his route. A few minutes of hustled walking Mogar finally exhaled deeply. "Well that was just about all the Greek I know, let's hope nobody else wants to be inquisitive."
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:Private: Satoshi Morimoto sat in his office in the Bōei-shō Complex, he had exhausted himself reading over the finalized plans. The Empress had expected the Imperium to use its newly reconstructed navy and show the strength of Japan globally, the Idea she had come up with was to reclaim the four asian tigers under the Imperium's banner. Naturally this would be slightly more complex than simply walking in and planting a flag, Singapore had not been heard from at all, and Korea would be wary of Japanese control again. Taiwan and Hong Kong would probably be the most accepting of the idea but for now it was far past the stage of "What Ifs", He would have to deal with problems as they came up. A total of three battlegroups would be set up, each consisting of two helicopter carriers, two corvettes, two frigates, two destroyers, one cruiser, and three submarines, with a battlecruiser as the capital ship. 10,000 marines would compliment each battlegroup, with a further 20,000 attached in troopships to the battlegroup heading to Taiwan. diplomatic envoys were attached to all of these to present the unification before any troops were to make landfall, this was to be a peaceful mission first and foremost. A fourth would sent to Seoul, consisting of only a battle cruiser containing a diplomatic envoy, the intent would be to display the might of the Imperium without appearing overwhelming, an ironic move Satoshi thought, it reminded him almost of the Opening of Japan by Matthew Perry hundreds of years ago.
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France had held one of the longest foreign relationships of any with Japan after the Meiji Restoration, the two states maintaining a strong friendship for hundreds of years. Naturally this made the newly restored French Empire a reasonable choice for the first step of the Imperium of Japan to expand its foreign policy into europe. Diplomatic Cable
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Upon the request sent to the Imperium Of Japan News Corp, who then sent it along the proper channels, Osamu Saito, the Imperium's MoFA, thought the string of events was odd but they lived in a brave new world so tried to roll with whatever swung his way. A Japanese diplomat by the name of Kazuo Kagome would be dispatched to Honolulu to foster relations with the Hawaiian people, specifically in regards to their concerns about the Philippines.
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A new day arose in Japan, the war had destroyed the majority of Japanese cities, Neo-Tokyo was the first to be rebuilt, the rubble of the old city always within view. Kazuko, the last remaining heir to the Chrysanthemum Throne, had not wanted the rubble demolished, the blight would serve as a reminder of the horrors of war to the people of Japan, let them always remember those lost in the global conflict that brought the world into anarchy once more. Her first act upon regaining control over the Greater Tokyo region was to retake all of the land that made up the former nation of Japan once more, there were millions starving and living in poverty, this had to change. OOC: just open protectorates for now, feel free to roll in if you are a new nation.
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OOC note: This is where the "adventure" RP will take place, anything happening in Rapture will continue in that thread. Ah, the bible. What an interesting subject. For some the Bible is the word of God himself, passed down to man so he may lead a righteous life and to others, merely a work of science fiction filled with stories of fantasy. The truth lay somewhere in the grey, just as most things did in this world. Mogar had thought of the bible for centuries it had felt like when Bangkok had fallen and he was brought into darkness, there was not much else to do but think in that place. Corinthians had always held a special place in his mind, the actual location of Corinth had been a center of trade and nationalities mingling, something he had always set out to create. This world in which he had skipped through time and interacted with was so full of destruction compared to the prefall world, the deaths of WW2 happened on a constantly basis, millions dying for no purpose, the leaders of this new world seemingly only interested in their own selfish desires over the health of the civilians they would ravage. Every moment he had control over his memory, his thoughts, he repeated Chapter 13 of the First Epistle to the Corinthians, it was what had kept his mind off the thoughts the darkness always brought out, Doubt, Despair, Fear, Hopelessness, the emotions the creatures fed upon. Billions of others were in the same place as him, he knew. How many kept their hope alive? He only had the belief that his guard was something other than what she appeared, something greater. It was years between his brief encounters with her, they never spoke but she always slowed her steps when she did. The written word kept him strong, kept him believing there was a way out. he would repeat it to himself constantly, every waking moment. If he was to escape, it would be through love. When he was alive, he had no belief in a "God", science was the only answer to life's questions. Faith. what an idiotic idea, a man in the sky will grant you wishes? There was nobody else in this world who will look out for you besides yourself. He had created a company from nothing, been at the forefront of research and development of technologies this world would never see again, why would he believe in a man watching the billions of humans on this planet like a twisted version of The Sims? Hope. Hope is not something he felt often. He held confidence in his own ability, an expectation of success at anything he had set his mind to. But hope in others? A very rare occurrence, in his situation he realized he would need to have hope in others, there was only one alleged case of anyone escaping this prison, and that was a thousand years ago. Dante, a fairy tale, a book to give to school children to teach them classical literature. He had spent decades going over everything he could of Dante's tale but that was a much different tale than his, he was given a tour, not thrown into the pit. The similarities were not lost upon him, it WAS cold, and it WAS dark. and Mogar WAS self-indulgent to the extreme, while not personally violent, he did not mind violent behavior so long as it furthered his goals, and malice? Malice was the hardest to come to terms with, A desire to take pleasure in another's misfortune. Not everyone's misfortune, but those who had wronged him previously he finally admitted he did enjoy schadenfreude, but who didn't? That left him with Love. He had trouble remembering who he had genuinely loved in his life. His parents, of course, pets, certainly. But other humans? They had always found a way to hurt him when he tried to love them, the thought of them being down here beside him for their own betrayals in life. The occasional secretary, the mistress, the rare girlfriend, he had trouble ever loving someone for long, always getting rid of them before they got too close. After a hundred and seventy years, based upon his internal clock at least, he finally called out to his warden. "Can I ask you a few questions?" she seemed taken aback, almost shocked that he was still cognitive it appeared. "I suppose I can spare a few moments, they usually ask far sooner than you did though." Mogar chose his words carefully, not wanting to offend her, needing any help he could possible pry from her. "I realize where I am, or at least have a basic understanding, but why? I would have thought I would be in one of the upper floors, Lust? Gluttony? Greed? Wrath? I fit all of those, but if I am correct, I'm on the bottom floor, why?" She smiled, it took either millennia for them to admit to their faults, or was immediate, this was a rare case indeed just as she had thought when she first laid eyes upon this soul. "You had all of those sins, two of them more so than the vast majority of your species. your greatest sin however is the betrayal of your own people. You allied the wolves surrounding you to keep your people secure, but what do you think happened when you died? As we speak your former ally has already torn apart your nation, used your weapons of defense for the destruction of other nations. your people died because you abandoned them. you had the ability to lead and you disappeared upon them." He hung his head, her... species aside, there was no reason to doubt her words, there were many on the world above who would kill their own mother simply to have the more comfortable bed, and these are the people leading millions. "I understand now, thank you for telling me why I am receiving this particular punishment, and not one of the others I had figured I had earned if this place was real. Is this an eternal punishment, or do I get a sentence and then am free to go?" She laughed heartily, every other leader still functioning she had ever spoken to vehemently denied the claims against them, Mao in particular still refused to acknowledge the tens of millions his failed policies had let starve, still holding onto his own fractured ego. This one, he just agreed to it and continued the conversation, what a creature she thought to herself. "Every case is unique, and I do not decide these things, nor will I ask for you, I would get comfortable if I were you." she said, turning around to resume her rounds. "One more question!" he cried out after her, she paused, turning back to him. "What is your name? If you are going to be my only interaction for eternity I wish to know what to call you." She shot him a grin, his every action just fueling her thoughts further. "My name is Terazoharon, in your language the closest translation would be... Empress Venom Butterfly." "A fitting name, beautiful and poisonous." he said, almost to himself. She heard him of course, supernatural hearing had its perks, on top of the fact on this floor they tended to have come to terms with their fate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Back in the present, or the past, its hard to keep track, Mogar shook his head, he had used the Gate before, but that had never happened again, the memories of the darkness were always there, but rarely ever so vivid, it was like he was there again. The rover sat a few feet away, Antasija stood next to him, he relaxed his grip upon her hand, "Sorry, these trips always make me nervous." he said to her, wanting to clear his head. "Don't worry about it, you can just make me a new hand if you break this one." She said flashing her smile, they were all alone so she was relaxed. A dense jungle surrounded them, the sounds of birds filled the air, with the occasional roar of an animal he hoped they would not run into. Mogar took a few moments to establish their base camp, the coffin sized machine to bring them back in case of an emergency, a chest containing a months food, tablets to purify water, and igniters to start fires. Of course the most important piece was a small chest containing a metal disk, this was the most important part of their kit, the way home, and for this Mogar dug a deep hole using the tactical shovel on his pack. a half hour later it was buried under 4 feet of dirt near their camp, he grabbed a large rock, burying it directly above the device partially exposed. he kicked around the dirt to remove the freshly dug look, and looked around contently, the natives may find their rest of their stuff, but the titanium walled vita chamber could survive anything the locals could use against it, and the chests were bio metrically locked. He turned to Antasija with outstretched hand, "Let's see if those virgin sacrifices you saved actually taught me anything."
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Mediating at the Buddhist Temple atop Devil's Peak, Mogar looked upon the wondrous city, lightning in the distance, a storm and the rains coming once more. The City was everything he had gone beyond his dreams for Tripoli, people of every ethnicity and religion all living together, technology and the internet available for every man woman and child. The City's buildings were far superior to MoG[Tower], newly designed structures were popping up constantly, each able to survive nearly anything up to a nuclear strike. Although it wasn't his dream this City was by far the closest to his vision besides perhaps Ceylon of old, but they had left for the stars long ago. The preparations for the excursion to a MoG[Corp] base Masami Midori had set up after the corporation's fall, dozens were scattered across Africa. The research these bases delved into became progressively more extreme as they did not have to follow his morality anymore, not to mention once news of his death had been announced, some of the more fanatical had a by any means policy in order to try to recover Mogar once more. Micheline Leon was across the city at her desk, finalizing a flight plan and ensuring everything needed would be on board the craft and ready to go, it was stressful doing all this without so much as an interview with the guy they would be tasked with protecting and knowing much about where they were going besides its location and that it was a research base, but she had prepared for nearly every contingency she could think up. Finally she sighed and went home for the night, a final evening before takeoff and meeting this character.
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OOC: Military Development and so forth, Classified and Private unless explicitly stated otherwise. Bass International is Cape City's Private Military Contractor, tasked with defending the City and its interests, where ever they may be. current make up is as follows: Armor: 4400 PL-01 DSV 200 Rooikat 1200 Casspir 400 Ratal 20 600 Ratal 60 400 Ratal 90 400 Ratal ZT-3 200 GV6 Rhino 1000 SAMIL 20 in assorted configurations with modular capabilities for rapid repurposing 1000 SAMIL 50 in assorted configurations with modular capabilities for rapid repurposing 1000 SAMIL 100 in assorted configurations with modular capabilities for rapid repurposing 200 SAMIL 100 Valkiri Infantry: 400,000 Reservists 50,000 Active duty, maintaining regular patrols in Casspirs to supplement Police forces and ensure security of the lower tier. 10,000 Special Forces, specializing in airborne operations, COIN, counter-terrorism, covert ops, direct action, hostage rescue, High Value Targets/ INTOP, mobility operations, and unconventional warfare. 4000 Special Tactics and Rescue Service, a Rapid Response Unit able to deploy anywhere in the city within 10 minutes. 1640 Personal Defense of Ministers and CEOs Infantry are trained in a variety of equipment, specializing in CQC and city fighting. Armories around the city, built into sub basements of numerous buildings would store: 20,000 Vektor SS-77 20,000 BXP Sub-Machine Gun 5,000 Barrett M82 10,000 Dragunov SVU used for DMs 10,000 TAR-21 5,000 Denel Y3 AGL Aircraft: 150 Atlas Oryx
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OOC note: This thread will be for corporate takeovers and other corporate specific news, the news thread will be for construction projects, non corporate news, and the like. This thread takes place after Manic Monday ends
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bring it, good luck being out of anarchy for long enough to hit me, and if we're at peace? enjoy being ZWC'd.
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:Closed to me and Cent, also Private!:
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(20XX, date unknown) Days, Weeks, Months, Years all still blended together in that endless ice of the north – time might be irrelevant in vast featureless expanses of white. Still arctic silence can be deafening. Only when this silence is broken by passing wind does one realize just how desolate it really is. . . In what some might consider a frozen hell a solitary figure carved out a cozy, yet by no means comfortable, life for himself. A ragged bearded man totting a tattered cigar donning several polar bear skins over a generic paramilitary of indeterminate rank trudged blindly through a whiteout without destination or purpose. Generalissimo, founder and once Generalissimo of Procinctia, wandered the tundra and frozen ice seas of the alone. Generalissimo was not lost, Generalissimo knew exactly where he was. Generalissimo was not trapped, Generalissimo had both the means and skill to leave whenever he deemed fit. He merely traded one wasteland for another, from the inhospitable Saint Paul to the inhabitable north. The world has changed so much in his absence: was it hard to bother going back? So many legends of the older world came to coax him from isolation; the Wolf, the Dragon, the Queen, Subtleknifewielder, a Tintagyl, and even his once nemesis Kaiser Martens - yet he kept coming back to frozen emptiness. He utterly and irreversibly failed to achieve what he started out doing. Stubborn enough to keep going until accomplishing something vaguely resembling the initial objective. On the horizon the former head of state spotted the unmistakable outline of a another human being. . . *Sigh* It was going to be another one of those days.
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:Private: Rain fell over the city, the nuclear fallout all across the world changing the environment in interesting ways. Cape Town had changed dramatically in the years since the fall of South Africa, the skyline filled with towers ,a jungle of steel and concrete. Neon signs flashing on every surface, along with holograms advertising products from all over the world. In a city like this it was easy to get lost in, and for some people that was exactly what they were looking for. Jaco Southgate awoke promptly at 6am, groggily as always, and after a 20 minute wake up routine set out through the city to his middle management job at Brady Electric Technology, one of the 6 largest companies in Cape Town. Once outside he looked up to the sky, closing his eyes and letting the rain fall on his face before opening his umbrella and beginning the walk to the metro and begin his day. Across the city, Nuru Haight had a similar goal, secretary to the CEO of Medical Mechanical, she expected it to just any other Monday, if she knew what would cross her desk in a few hours she probably would have stayed in bed.
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A Royal Ariana Grande Empire Announcement It has come to my attention I have never explicitly posted DoWs on the majority of those I consider myself at war with, I will correct this now. RAGE is currently at war with: ODN, GATO, R&R, NSO, NPO, and Nordreich, as well as any other alliance that would like to be. I hope this helps, and prevents any further whining in my query windows for not being official. Signed for Royal Ariana Grande Empire, Mogar - Emperor of the Empire, Admiral of the Ariana Armada, Minister of Mogar Affairs, Minister of Attention, CN's Psychologist, Captain Planet Emeritus, First!, Master of Amsging, Banned for your Sins, King of Notaries, Destroyer of the Low Tier, Excellent Gif Story Teller, bohemian inter-communal icon, Worst Annie NA, Dat Ashe, putting pennies in his paypal, <+Tela[Echelon]> Mogar is the new Hegemony, All Around Nice Guy, Also Hello Electron Sponge.
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A Royal Ariana Grande Empire Announcement Hello cyberverse, Mogar here with some amusing news. My Response is as Follows: Surrender or your lower tier will continue to face my wrath, Mogar out! Signed for Royal Ariana Grande Empire, Mogar, Emperor of the Empire, Minister of Mogar Affairs, Minister of Attention, CN's Psychologist, Captain Planet Emeritus, First!, Master of Amsging, Banned for your Sins, King of Notaries, Destroyer of the Low Tier, All Around Nice Guy, <+Tela[Echelon]> Mogar is the new Hegemony, Also Hello Electron Sponge.
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Interview with Mogar: A Lanisport Journal Exclusive
The Zigur posted a blog entry in The Lannister News Network
It's a bit of an adjustment changing careers like this. One day, I was the Hand of the King, arguably the most important and most powerful man in Westeros, and the next I was fired. It came as a surprise losing my job in the middle of a war. Generally, cutbacks only happen in post-war periods. The Tower of the Hand sucked compared to Casterly Rock anyway. Still, I was honored to meet Mogar in my brand new studio I had financed with my nation's remaining warchest. The news studio was arranged much like the one in ESPN's Sports Center, with up to-date monitors and equipment, and a highly trained television production staff. I would not tolerate a typical boring news channel. I had implemented all the lessons of journalism from Anchorman 2 I could absorb. The Lanisport News Network (LNN) would be the world's premier 24 hour news network. The LNN is not yet available in most nations, but I am pleased to provide you, my loyal readers, with a transcript. TYWIN: Thank you for taking the time for an interview with the Lanisport Journal, Mogar. I'm proud to say our very first interview was with someone as high-profile as yourself. MOGAR: Thank you for having me, I definitely liked the idea when you mentioned it to me and I'm happy to help get this started TYWIN: So what's your story? I've seen your nation, and you have a number of powerful wonders despite being at a smaller NS level. What happened? MOGAR: This is my third nation, and since my return I never really had motivation to spend more time than absolutely necessary in peace. That coupled with losing the first two global wars I fought in on this nation ensured I would remain in the low to mid tier forever. Basically, I'd rather collect casualties than Infra. TYWIN:: I think R&R can attest to your effectiveness at smashing their lower tier. You essentially seem to be a high profile member of the coalition filling a unique niche. MOGAR: The Polar coalition has had a few fronts with the need of my unique abilities, should an alliance actually declare on me, I effectively remove 6 nations from the war thanks to my nukes at the cost of only my nation. My wonder advantage coupled with my ability to figure out when my opponents are usually active ensures even in what would normally be a losing war I come out on top. TYWIN: So what's the seeming obsession with Ariana Grande? I think we've all cracked our share of jokes about it on IRC, but I'd like our audience to hear your take on it. MOGAR: I've always used a theme for my sig/avi combos. Ariana made a great choice because I am easily provided with alot of content without having to do any work, and get new content weekly basically forever At this point of the interview I decided to start breaking in some important questions. Pausing, I threw away my script to ask some real questions: TYWIN: Alright, IC fun aside, I really wanted to get and in depth perspective on this war and the coalition. Some people believe you are simply bandwaggoning with the winning side. Is there any truth to this? MOGAR: I would have fought alongside Polar whether they got rolled or were doing the rolling. I've been involved in the Polar Sphere through RIA for 2 years now and I generally stick with my friends; I have taken my beatings with a smile. Pacifica and the Sith wanted this war earlier, they just didnt have as many allies as they'd like on their side. TYWIN: Why do you think NSO coalition is in the wrong here? Do you believe they represented a real threat to global stability in the months preceding this war? MOGAR: I don't believe NSO is in the wrong per say, but they definitely should have made further political moves to attempt to prevent this type of backclash from occurring. You can't put forth the effort to plan to roll someone and not expect them to just wait for you to strike. This is not to mention if one were planning on rolling someone and then changed one's mind. one should probably do some FA work to make sure there's no bad blood. TYWIN: What do you think will be the political fallout from this war after it is eventually over? Do you think with NPO utterly defeated, they will cease to be a threat, or will they attempt to rebuild their power and strike again? MOGAR: IRON is going to be in an incredibly weak position for some time after this war is over. US is going to be in a weaker position due to them throwing their stats away for little reason, and I think they will lose some of their political capital because of it. Pacifica is always going to be a threat no matter their NS value though, they are one of the few alliances that genuinely plays the long game, and I wish more alliances had that level of drive and commitment. TYWIN: Polar coalition has taken alot of criticism for the use of overwhelming firepower and number of optional aggression treaty activations. Does this represent a legitimate global concern, or is this just more whining from NSO and their allies? MOGAR: It has always been a strategy to use whatever weapons at your disposal to force your enemies to surrender. The "optional aggression coalition" is just a propaganda line, using oAs to cover needed fronts has happened in every war ever pretty much. TYWIN: In as much detail as you can provide, how do you see world affairs shaping through 2014? What relationships will maintain and develop between the various power spheres? MOGAR: I think IRON will be politically isolated in the months after the war, they threw their lot in with TOP and because of that, they have to remain there for the long haul. Polar and Platyspheres should intertwine more than they currently are and realistically may become essentially the next hegemony. TYWIN: It seems to be a popular hope that the alliance between Polarsphere and Platysphere will result in a new Hegemony after this war. How would Pacifica feel about this? MOGAR: I am assuming Pacifica is already planning their revenge and may throw a wrench in my predictions, but I am thinking Polar/TOP will work towards keeping Pacifica isolated for at least another 6 months or so. We're in an interesting time period, I do not believe the next war will be as one sided as this one, due to no ones ability to deal with DBDC. TYWIN: DBDC is a whole other animal, and perhaps we will be able to cover that subject in the future, but for now we need to break to commercials. Thank you for joining us Mogar. MOGAR: My pleasure! TYWIN: Up next our senior panel will discuss NPO's true motivations behind holding up peace, and later, how long term warfare can improve an alliance. -
Royal Ariana Grande Empire Announcement Well boys and girls Mogar here with an update on the progress of our crusade against R&R, war bodes well for the Empire, our targets like the noble grapevine, ripe and plentiful. But it's come to my attention through the grapevine that the entire Kaskus/Shangri-La front is being held up by Shangri-La's refusal to accept the generous offer of white peace that has been offered, the stats do not lie, Kaskus can and will continue to vastly outdamage those currently arrayed against them, and can continue fighting at their current size quite literally forever, if you can provide myself and the world one valid reason that Kaskus has any reason to surrender to you Rudolph, please feel free to post. This is an open offer to Shangri-La to be able to leave the war along with their numerous allies they called in to attempt to pressure Kaskus. But since we appear to be at an impasse, I am going to declare on any Shangri-La nation in my range for the remainder of this idiotic front of the war, Unfortunately for myself, there is not a single one that isnt currently in peace mode, so my crusade against R&R continues until someone decides to leave hippy. May Admin have mercy on your nations sub 40k, because Kaskus and I shall have none until you realize white peace is your only option. Signed: Mogar, Emperor of the Empire, Minister of Mogar Affairs, Minister of Attention, CN's Psychologist, Captain Planet Emeritus, First!, Master of Amsging, Banned for your Sins, King of Notaries, Destroyer of the Low Tier All Around Nice Guy, Also Hello Electron Sponge.
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I require volunteers that have not sent PMs today and will be active near update, I would like to organize a global PM to take a survey on what keeps people logging in, and hopefully using the information gained we can actually provide Admin or even just ourselves with a roadmap of how to "fix" the planet, plenty of people are content to just make a thread about how our world's dying, let's take 10 minutes to actually doing something about it.
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:Private: Northern Mexico had been under the guidance of the American Commonwealth for some time since the collapse of Mexico, the Americans were generous in their administration but the people of Mexico are a prideful bunch, and have experienced many governments rising and falling. Yet again the people began whispering amongst themselves for Mexico to be independent once more. Local governments in the Sonora and Chihuahua districts found they had similar interests in wishing to become a state, together over a few weeks in Guaymas they established an outline of a constitution for a democratic republic, and organized elections to find their new leadership. OOC: I will post an Offical DoE and elections thread tomorrow, please no posting unless you're MGL!
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Ovidsidios is purchasing Rotavele from Skygreenchick for the sum of 150 tech. Signed, Sky, mistress of Paradoxia Ovidsidios, Lord of the Slightly Dark Side Notarized by: Mogar, Emperor of the Empire, Minister of Mogar Affairs, Minister of Attention, CN's Psychologist, Captain Planet Emeritus, First!, Master of Amsging, Banned for your Sins, King of Notaries, All Around Nice Guy, Also Hello Electron Sponge.
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A Royal Ariana Grande Empire Announcement Buckaroo has admitted a willingness to see peace, and based upon his application to IRON, I have with great mercy offered peace to Buckaroo, and hope to see him flourish in IRON. unfortunately IRON government currently available was unwilling to sign peace, so this is a unilateral peace agreement that the Empire hopes IRON will uphold. I am no longer representing Rey since I had no control over him in the first place, should IRON wish to see buckaroo achieve peace in that war, they should contact Rey and find something they can agree on, should this be unpalatable I am willing to represent Rey in said future peace discussions. In other News, the Empire is seeking new flag designs, and is willing to pay for flag designs deemed worthy for the Empire, the only terms are the flag needs to include the visage of our Queen. Oh and 3% has lost half it's NS so far, make no mistake boys and girls, when the Empire comes for you we will bury you. Oh, and edit 2: I am at currently at war with R&R due to their unfortunate entry against my Coalition mates over at Paradoxia. Edit3: SUN and 3% have accepted peace, The Empire considered matters with 3% closed. Signed for Royal Ariana Grande Empire: Mogar, Emperor of the Empire, Minister of Mogar Affairs, Minister of Attention, CN's Psychologist, Captain Planet Emeritus, First!, Master of Amsging, Banned for your Sins, All Around Nice Guy Signed for Independent Republic of Orange Nations: Nobody, they're jerks.
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is this thing on? yeah? alright hi. So I am enjoying this war, alot, it's quite enjoyable and for once I don't think its a complete curbstomp, this is going to take quite a while and it's quite messy. Now the 3% has hit SUN, and unfortunately there hasn't been an offical counter. I intend on fulfilling that role until 3%, GATO, SUN, and Invicta all figure out their dealio. see you on the battlefield boys and girls, until next time!
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SO A few days ago I found out you need 20 members to upload a custom flag ingame, I would love it if 18 of you could be kind enough to join Royal Ariana Grande Empire for a little while until I get up to 20 members so I can upload flags, I also will pay out 6mil/100 tech to whoever comes up with a better flag than my current one!
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thread soundtrack! Mogatopian general enjoyed the fruits of our labor. A Royal Ariana Grande Empire Announcement Our campaign against those who wished to disturb the peace of the neutrals has succeeded, doing significantly more damage to every opponent we faced, bombing their cities and destroying their technology. Sadly there is no slots available on Mushqaeda or any other affiliates of anyone attacking TDO or any other neutral alliance. It's time to turn off the lights for now and join a new banner, my goal accomplished. So now I will be searching for a new alliance to join, more adventures to find! MoG[News] OOC bonus feature for any LoL players [spoiler] Annie loses Tibbers, grows up trying to figure out where she left him. She figures out that Tibbers is probably burried in the sand box. Creates these hands to help dig through it all, finds Tibbers destroyed. Goes back in time and fights former self for Tibbers. Annie is Vi, Jinx is Annie's sister. [/spoiler] Until the next spark digiterra!
