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[quote name='Justinian the Mighty' date='03 May 2010 - 07:12 AM' timestamp='1272867103' post='2284804'] Still in a state of shock from the latest defeat in Novgorod, General Orlov and other military commanders, cabinet members and the Tsar discuss what to do next. In the midst of the grim conversation they receive a communication from the Slavic Federation. Masking the worry in his voice General Orlov is the first to speak, “Good evening gentlemen. What can we do for you?” [/quote] "Ave! I realize I come to you in a time most dire. But ask not what you can do for me, good general. Ask what we can do for you." James paused perceptibly. "Your civil war rages on, and every moment of your time I waste could damn well be to the detriment of the Slavorussian Military. We Slavs have stood idly by while our brothers to the north fight and die for their way of life, and I'll be damned if I let that trend continue. I offer you the assistance of the Slavic Federal Armed Forces, not only for the sake of the Federation's own holdings, but for the sake of Slavorussia, the Slavic peoples, and your government. We're willing to help you in any way possible, be it military, covert, or in terms of supplies. What say you?"

[quote name='Il Terra Di Agea' date='08 May 2010 - 05:27 PM' timestamp='1273336049' post='2291391'] The Slavic Union and Khislav should be marked a PEPTO protectorate. [/quote] This has been disputed.

"The Slavic Federation does not recognize PEPTO's authority over the region, per the Caucasian-Crimean Act that passed on to the Federation. Additionally, the Slavic Federation holds cultural ties with the Slavic Union, something every member nation of PEPTO lacks. We request that the PEPTO forces withdraw and hand over the Slavic Union, and by extension Khislav, to the Federation." -His Imperial Highness James II, Emperor of the Slavic Federation, King of Caucasia, Chief Priest, Imperator of the Slavic Armed Forces, Imperium Maius, First Man of the Senate, and Imperial Censor of the State

[center][b][u][size="6"]Press Conference on the Reformation of the Government[/size][/u][/b][/center] "In order to better serve the people of the Slavic Federation, it has been decided that the government be changed. Instead of being governed by a single man, the King of the Slavic Federation, the nation shall be ruled by two emperors, one from the Caucasian region and one from the Dalmatian region, each with his or her own line of succession. The Slavic Senate, also known as the Imperial or Federal Senate, shall remain in place, with minor adjustments to ensure maximum administrative efficiency and to advance the interests of the Slavic peoples. Administrative regions have been established to replace the bureaucracy-choked, oversized districts, Caucasia and Dalmatia. Smaller regions with downsized governments are now in place, with only minor elements remaining to transition from the larger districts. People's Councils are now in place to allow the minorities of the Slavic Federation, such as the Kazakh community of the East, to have a voice in the government. Administrative functions are now partially divided between the Ministries of Weapons, Armaments, and Munitions, Culture, Science, Economics, Foreign Affairs, Aviation, Astronomy and Space Exploration, and the Interior. More information can be found in [url="http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?showtopic=85330"]the pamphlets[/url] distributed before this conference. Emperor Alex Pradeux and I will now take any questions you may have on the Slavic Federation." -Emperor James II

Congrats, Nordreich. Here's to another year. o/ Nordreich

I think there's been a minor success. Yesterday was 176 instead of the norm of 150ish, and usually at this time of day, only 70 nations have been created. 114 so far.

[quote name='ktarthan' date='05 May 2010 - 09:50 PM' timestamp='1273092622' post='2287999'] I've attempted to test this, and it seems there may be an issue somewhere. I went to another alliance page with 40 likes, clicked like. The JS is working to update the HTML on the page to show 41, but upon refresh the number changed back to 40. I checked my facebook page, which had the like show up. I removed the like from Facebook, refreshed, and it still showed 40, but the "Like" button was still highlighted. I clicked the "Like" button to un-highlight it, again the JS worked correctly to reduce it to 39, but upon refresh it was once again 40. [/quote] I had the same issue when I voted on an alliance with 50 likes. It showed 51, I navigated away, then returned, and it was 50, but Like was still highlighted. That was the only alliance I'd liked.

Imo, people should do this. Admin and the Mod Staff put so much effort into CN. The least we can do is click 'like' in return.

[quote name='Eggman Empire' date='05 May 2010 - 12:25 AM' timestamp='1273015532' post='2286920'] Anyone caught reading this pamphlet in Eggman Empire is subject to being beat up and having their lunch money taken on account of them being total wussies. [/quote] OOC: Epic win. IC: The pamphlet was distributed throughout the Federation, but was criticized as an Anarchists Meet Radical Hippies scheme, and roughly 96% of the population found it to be utter crap. The other 4% only considered it to be mostly crap.

**Private** "I didn't know there were so many Russians in the area," King James mused. **Public** "The Slavic Federation confirms that the Isara Alliance was granted independence, with the understanding that, in the event of anarchy, the land reverts back to Slavic-RA Protection." -HRH King James II

[quote name='Kaede Alexeivich' date='02 May 2010 - 08:27 PM' timestamp='1272828460' post='2283987'] Please label the Slavic Federation/Rebel Army protectorate as "The Isara Alliance". This was approved by Drakedeath and Lavo [/quote] Confirmed.

**Private** King James II sat in his office, watching the news about the Slavorussian Civil War with an increasingly furrowed brow. It was somewhat painful for him to watch a nation with whom the Federation had amicable relations go through such hardships. There had to be something he could do to assist. "Alek!" he called to his aide. Alek appeared at the door. "Sir?" "Have the communications room ready and establish a com-link to Slavorussia. I'll be down there shortly." "Yes, Your Highness," Alek said, bowing and closing the door as he left. He picked up the phone on his own desk and dialed a number. "Major? This is Captain Aleksander Stukov, aide to King James. He wants the communications room ready, and a comlink to Slavorussian government officials established, sir." He paused as the major replied. "Thank you, sir," Alek said, hanging up. Ten minutes later, King James was down in the communications room, called 'the dungeon' by the military personnel who used it, waiting as a secure line to the Slavorussian government was established.

[quote name='Fizzydog' date='01 May 2010 - 07:51 PM' timestamp='1272739865' post='2282855'] Really though, I want to start a new nation today, so if anyone cna send me a PM about setting up a new nation it would be great. [/quote] That's not how it works. You PM the owner of what you want.

[quote name='king of cochin' date='01 May 2010 - 07:42 AM' timestamp='1272696134' post='2282442'] Sargun, the Slavic Federation does not include Kyrghyztan. That is still my protectorate and which I am about to annex. I hope in the next update you would edit it accordingly. [/quote] This. Also, the map works fine for me.

A week after turning in his application for the Slavic Federal Marine Corps, Vanya Gerasim was sitting on a couch in his apartment, watching a news special on Operation: Pacific Star II and sipping a glass of scotch. "Those $%&@ers have balls," he observed, taking a swallow of his drink. As the commercials came on, he started to get up to refresh his drink, but was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Gaaah, $%&@," he groaned, leaning over the couch and answering. "Yello?" he greeted. "Hey, Vanya, it's Alexei," the caller said. "Oh, hey, Alexei, what's going on?" "Nothing much. I just got a letter from the SFMC HQ." "Cool." "Did you get one?" "Uhhh...I dunno. Haven't checked my mail." "Then go check, you lazy Ukrainian son of a !@#$%*." "Go to hell, Rusky," Vanya said. "Hang on a sec." He set the phone down next to the holder and walked out his front door, down the stairs, and to the management desk, got his mail, and flipped through it on his way up. "Bills, junk, ad, !@#$%^&*, ad...letter," he muttered to himself, discarding the junk, ads, and !@#$%^&* as he reached his living room. The letter was from Headquarters, Marine Corps. Vanya picked up his phone again. "Back." "You got it?" "Yeah." "Read it?" "No," Vanya said, opening it and unfolding the letter. [code]HQ SFMC 1645 17 APR 2010 Officer Applicant Vanya Gerasim Shalam District, Tbilisi, Georgia, Caucasia, SlavFed 1. Review Jury, SFMC, has informed the undersigned of the qualifications of OffApp Vanya Gerasim 2. Undersigned has approved entry of OffApp Gerasim into SFMC Platoon Leader's Course 3. Officer Candidate Vanya Gerasim will proceed to Officer Candidate Schools, Baku by 21APR2010 4. Failure to report to OCS will result in court martial 5. AAA Priority Air Travel Authorized 6. Delay en route not authorized Krikor Levon Brig Gen SFMC Director OCS Baku[/code] "Hell yeah," Vanya said, punching the air. "I know, it's sweet. We need to be in Baku in three days, though. We should pack up and get to the airport." "Yeah, might as well. Too much chance of there being a plane $%&@ up in the next couple of days. I'd rather be in Baku early than in Tbilisi when we should be at OCS." "Yeah," Alexei said. He paused for a second. "Actually, it might be better to take our cars there; it's not too far, and we'll be able to drive places without cabs when we get leave." "Good point. How about you get packed and meet me outside my apartment complex, and I'll follow you to Baku?" "Why can't you lead?" "Cause I have no idea in hell how to get to Baku." "Get a GPS." "$%&@ that, those things try to kill you." "You're an idiot." "Well, $%&@ you, too."

"This is insulting," James said disgustedly as he watched the governor get out of the car from the window of the conference room. "We're the only nation to offer recognition to them, and they send us a [i]governor[/i]? How does their nation even have a governor at that size?" The three others in the room (Adviser Donegan, Director Matvey, and Deputy Director Miri) watched him, not answering. James swore loudly. "It's almost like they look down at us, sending a governor to meet with a king." He turned and looked at the other three. "I feel personally insulted." "Sir, I'm sure that was not their intent," Matvey said. "I don't care if that was their intent, it's still insulting," James snapped. "Chill, Jimmy," Donegan said, stretching his legs out on the table. "I won't chill, Dan, especially if I hear you call me Jimmy again." "Alright, fine, to each his own," Donegan muttered. James walked over to the minibar in the corner and made himself a straight scotch, draining the glass to ease his nerves. He set down the glass, grimacing, and took a breath. "I'll see why this is the situation," he said calmly, turning and leaving the room. "Should we go?" Matvey asked. Donegan shook his head. "Nah. He'd have said if he wanted us to go." The Governor would be escorted into the palace by four Liberty Guardsmen, in full battle gear, as was the custom for those on duty protecting the King and his assets. Inside, James was standing in the entry hall, wearing a suit and a strained smile, flanked by two more Liberty Guardsmen. "Good day, governor," he said, in a voice that just fell short of cold. "I had the understanding that the Minister-President himself would be here? Why is he not?"

*Private* Many people in the Slavic Federation celebrated by getting drunk off their @#$%.

"The Slavic Federation wholeheartedly supports the goal of destroying NTR, but doesn't support the use of NTR post-conquest against us." -HRH King James II

[quote]To: His Honor, Minister-President of Brussels From: His Majesty the King James II Concerning: Cooperation Message: Esteemed Minister, While other nations have refused to recognize your nation for it's past and it's size, the Federation is willing to look beyond that. I invite you to a meeting at the capital, Tbilisi, to discuss trade or other relations between our two countries. Regards, HRH King James II[/quote] *Private* "Kliment!" James called from his offices. The new Slavic Director for Foreign Relations, Kliment Matvey, entered the room and bowed slightly. "Sir?" "Have you selected your deputy yet?" "Yes, sir. A promising young Slavic woman. Been around Tbilisi for a few months, trying to get a job at a consulate." "Experience?" "No practical, sir. I think Miri could profit from sitting in on your meeting with the Belgian." James rolled the idea over in his head. "Hm. Alright. Fine by me. Observation does much more for the mind than reading from a book." "I couldn't agree more, sir."

"Alexei!" A young Russian Slav looked up from a pamphlet he was reading, looking somewhat annoyed. "What?" he asked snappishly. "No need to be a prick," the speaker said. He was a friend of Alexei's, Vanya Gerasim. "I got some good news." "Vanya, I swear to God, if this is about your last piece of tail, I will tear off your head and shove it up your $@!." Vanya shuddered. "Pleasant picture, dick. And for your information, that's not what this is about." He paused perceptibly. "But while on the subject, she was unbelievably flexible-" "VANYA!" "Alright, alright, fine." Vanya handed Alexei a pamphlet. Alexei looked at the title. "Slavic Marine Corps Platoon Leader's Course?" he asked. "Yep," Vanya said, beaming. "Why are you showing me this? I already have one," Alexei said, holding up his own pamphlet. "Really? Why?" "I'm signing up for Officer Candidate School," Alexei replied. "I got an application this morning." "No !@#$?" Vanya asked. "No !@#$," Alexei confirmed. "I just got one myself," Vanya said, fishing it out of his pocket and showing it to Alexei. "Cool. When are you turning it in?" Vanya shrugged. "As soon as I fill it out, I guess." "We can head over to my apartment and do it there," Alexei offered, rolling up his pamphlet and standing up. "Fine by me," Vanya said. *Five hours later* "What can I do for you, gentlemen?" Captain Yuri Andriy, SFMCR asked the two young Russian Slavs entering the recruiting office. "Yeah, we're turning in our OCS applications," the one on the left said; he was a tall man, a little over six feet with black hair, and a matching black goatee, blue eyes, and pale skin that had only just begun to tan; he was obviously from the northern part of the Slavic Federation. The other man was about 5'11", with brown hair, brown eyes, a thick mustache, and tanned skin, probably from somewhere in the southern regions. "Ah, good, hand them here," Captain Andriy said, holding out his hand. The northerner handed him the two papers. Andriy looked over them passingly. "Alexei Iriney?" he asked, looking at them. "That's me, sir," the northerner said. "This says you were born in Moscow, during the era of Nordlandic occupation, but obviously you didn't stay there?" "Yes, sir. My family moved into the countryside during the Fall of Nordland, and when it calmed down, we moved to Arkhangelsk during the rule of Slavic Novak." "Why not return to Moscow?" Captain Andriy asked. "My father was a staunch supporter of the Nordlandic ruling party; he and my mother feared persecution by members of the Coalition, namely Slavorussia, Finland, and Lübeck, so he headed for a stable, neutral nation. The Novakians were a good choice to them, for they weren't particularly hostile to the Nords, and the vast majority spoke Russian." "And you lived in Arkhangelsk for how long?" "Ten years. We went through Novakian control to Grøenlandian to Caucasian. Shortly after the formation of the Federation, I moved to Tbilisi after graduating from Arkhangelsk State Technical University." Captain Andriy dropped his eyes to the application again. "You're more than qualified, but you'll have to wait while the bureaucracy that plagues all modern nations does it's work." "How long is the wait?" Alexei asked. Andriy shrugged. "About a week, I guess." "You'd think this would be faster with a war on," the other man muttered. Andriy locked his gaze on this one. "Vanya Gerasim, obviously?" he asked. Vanya met his eyes. "Yes, sir." "You strike me as a slacker. Are you a slacker?" "No, sir." "Good. I gave Mr. Iriney here the chance to talk about himself. It's only fair if I give you the same chance. Shoot." "Sir, I was born in Odessa, in Ukraine, about five years before the Nords established dominance over the majority of Europe, and lived there through the many nations that existed there. I went to college in that massive supercity the Distopyans built on Crimea, then moved to Batumi for a few years." "That explains why you look like an Arab without a beard," Captain Andriy said. Vanya frowned, confused. "Sir?" "You strike me as an idiot," Andriy said. "Are you an idiot?" "You're !@#$ting me, right?" "Sure," Andriy said, not very convincingly. "I'll get your applications sent in, and get back to you soon." "Thank you, sir," Alexei said. "And a few words from the wise?" Captain Andriy offered. "Sure," Vanya said. "Iriney, wash the oil off your face-" "Oil?" Iriney asked, touching his face. "Don't interrupt me," Andriy said, "and Gerasim, wash the mud off your upper lip." Vanya touched his mustache, obviously offended. "Now get out of my office, there's a war on, and we have recruits to deal with." "Yes, sir," the two men said, turning to leave. As they left, Alexei looked at Vanya and smiled smugly. "You're on a captain's !@#$list before you even joined up," he said, grinning. "I realized. Now go $%&@ yourself," Vanya replied, pushing him as they exited the building. OOC: No IC replies. OOC only, but no spam.

"The man now in charge of Denmark allegedly was arrested two years before the Carthaginian child-molestation in the Republic of Drakoria for possession and use of heroin, aggravated assault, sexual assault, attempted murder, and possession of a Furby." -HRH King James II

Null voted due to a lack of "lolNSO and lolKrunk" option.

[quote name='Elrich von Richt' date='27 April 2010 - 02:36 AM' timestamp='1272332160' post='2276744'] The other comparisons still do. [/quote] England and Portugal are big IG, and Poland is becoming an example of why a big nation IC and a small nation IG are a bad combo.

[quote name='Stefano Palmieri' date='26 April 2010 - 06:51 AM' timestamp='1272261088' post='2275746'] Due to conflicting interests with both Poland and the Holy Roman Empire, Holland is forced to stay neutral. **Classified** With news of war a messenger was quickly dispatched to Brandenburg with the following message: [/quote] **Classified** The messenger would find a regent in Berlin, as the duke was off fighting the Polish. The regent, speaking with the authority of Duke Friedrich II, sent the messenger back with a reply. [quote]Honorably Count John II of Holland, I speak on behalf of the entire Duchy when I thank you for this unbelievable offer. Your son shall be treated as a guest of the Duke when we, or the Austrians, come upon him. The funds from the Polish banks will help us in our war effort massively. Signed on behalf of Duke Friedrich II, Regent von Schultz[/quote] Von Schultz also sent a messenger each to the Duke, and to the commander of the Austrians in the south. [quote]Good Sir, The County of Holland recently informed us that the Son of the Count is acting as Minister of Finance for the Kingdom of Poland. This means the Dutch have control over the Polish money supplies. In exchange for the safety of his son, John III of Avesnes, the Dutch will transfer all of the Polish banks' contents to Brandenburg. Should you come upon him, please treat him as an honored guest. Signed, Regent von Schultz[/quote]

OOC: Reposted from my news thread IC: [center][img]http://wikitravel.org/upload/shared/c/cd/Flag_of_Brandenburg.png[/img][/center] Recently, documents had emerged where the Polish nobles living in Brandenburg planned to revolt, and bring the province of Neumark into Poland. At the time, they seemed to have no connection to the Polish government. However, more documents have surfaced, and I am appalled; the King of Poland was personally ensuring that the Poles received arms, armor, and money, and was offering to send professional soldiers to train the Polish Brandenburgians to be real fighters. We find this treachery disgusting, dishonorable, and unforgivable. While it pains us to fight our brothers of the faith, the Duchy of Brandenburg hereby declares war on the Kingdom of Poland. May God have mercy on their souls, for we shall not. [img]http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/140/277F417E77B39E891C2DD603AC29A261.png[/img] **Classified** The Army of the Duke, under the command of Duke Friedrich the Iron, had arrived at the Polish-Brandenburgian border. Scouts were sent out on horseback to detect what the Poles had positioned on their side of the border, while the army awaited the reinforcing Army of Brandenburg. Thirty scouts were sent out, with orders to find out whatever they could without endangering themselves, and report back to the Duke.