Tsnayuts

That or Abkhazia, but the land shown is preferred.

Well, erm, should it be larger to ease mapping? If you cut out a piece of land like this in Krasnodar?

Could my nation be added? The area around this marker -- I think I may keep to this size and be like Singapore or something like that.

The past of the Mk'vdari broke the daily grind of the recruiting office, it confirmed the story of him being a 23 year old immigrant from Tsnayutsnayar. The school records and work records from before he moved to Louisiana were sketchy, but sense then he had become an active member in the service goods work force, ending up working in many fast food franchises for limited amount of time. But without proper records, the man had claims of being a holyman before civil unrest started to pervade his nation. His health seemed normal, but the urine test seemed to be as negative as his mood once told that he needed to take a urine test -- which he did not like at all, showing some disregard to authority. It may prove to be necessary to search his luggage for illicit materials, but we are certain that no ''hard drugs'' ever graced his system. His marksmenship skills were a great deal higher than the others that have taken the test, an ability he credits to some service in the Tsnayutsnayari National Defence force, and his athletic skills did not lag behind the average. His leadership skills were above the average, but his math skills were lacking.

The men looked at themselves in confusion at the speech of the ambassador, but they only smiled. Soon, a jeep rolled down into the security checkpoint and as it was in full speed smacked one of the guards, and one of the ambassador's children was rushed with force under the tire. The jeep swerved and opened fire, aiming mainly for the air to keep the men down. Tskhviridze yelled something in Tsnayutsnayari, and soon the others started opening supressive fare and jumped through the checkpoint's window, and Tskhviridze held the rope. In a momentary lull, another member of the family was tackled down and tied up before getting put somewhere inside the checkpoint. // Too early in the morning.//

That further eschews the population density if SOI is left with no modifier to mess with that. But I guess my nation is just a city at the moment, so no matter.

It's jaws... So, yeah. My current claim can not fit with my nation. In addition some neighbours want land. So, have at my current claims and I must move off to the city of Novorossiysk.

I personally disagree with these all this stuff based on IG stats, at least initially for beginner nations -- because they'd have to spend a good amount of time beeing like San Marino. It makes much more sense for veteran players of the game. I'm perfectly fine playing a backwards nation, but playing one that is supposed to be 36 miles squared and consists of 287 (2,870?) is a bit odd. And isn't the population supposed to be multiplied by 10 or something like that, if I recall? That'd lead to population density issues if the SOI is unchanged, unless you splurge IG infra cash on land, but that is just outright bizarre idea for me. In any matter I guess in a month or so this won't be an issue -- at least not in my mind.

// Edit: I personally use Tsnayutsnayari, but it don't matter, use what ya like. // Three guardsmen watched the ambassador and his family exit the plane, slightly in awe, for they had never seen a plane in person. They waited slowly for the people to come to the security checkpoint so they could be escorted off, but suddenly, a ghastly, visceral gargle that was complemented with a spray of warm liquid that landed on the back of one of the guardsmen's head. But before he turned around a knife made it's way through the back of his neck, and so he too fell. Now, unknown men stood at the checkpoint, but no one would notice this. Tskhviridze, one of the unknown men smiled as he lit a cigarette and watched the party of Nordlanders and their interpreter approach. As they came closer the subtle clicking of magazines sliding into IktKYM 587s could be head, but as that happened another man emphatically coughed. As the diplomatic group came closer to the security checkpoint the men became more anxious as sweating fingers started to slide over the triggerguards. One of the men bellowed a facade of well wishing as others shouted their hellos, "Drovkhe ta Tsnayuts Ayar!" bellowed some, "Zdrautsvkhu!" said others as a greeting. They knew what they were about to do, and they knew why. And with so much planning, it could not be aborted, what was about to happen seemed like it was the fate of the family. Admittedly, this was all going to be a little sacrifice for the greater good of all people: to take down the current government of Tsnayutsnayar, and kill every last cur that represented it. //And another edit: Diplo-responses are always encouraged. For the time being, this really will be the focal piece of Tsnayutsnayari unrest, so I guess that other thread will just be background for the diplomat that I'm gonna use in the future.//

Drowsy on morning, Onkali woke, and immediately watched an envoy bow and give him a transcript of a letter that he was about to read to him. Onkali picked up the letter, but to him he could not make sense of what was written, and just waited for the man to speak which he did. "You are expected to be an ambassador of the nation and come to this nation called Ratnagiri. I shall accompany you, and we bother along with a few other shall depart by helicopter soon. The Ulan shall come at a slightly later time, and he has sent a letter to the nation that he will be attending and is sending an envoy. Right, now, come this way." \\ http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?a...amp;pid=1513633 -- Yes, that guy.//

Mk'vdari paced through the flat, deciding what to grab and bring to the recruitment office. He didn't have much to bring, but he decided to bring along a small brick of khat that he had recently gotten, and then a few spare shirts and other cloths that lay helter-skelter all over the flat, along with a hygiene kit and put it into a rucksack. Ready for the travel, he left the place for the recruitment building.

//Oh, so despite that tie we don't continue on then? *Goes on an changes the post to the Execution of Karad//

// He better not fail. If he does I ensure you all some rather macabre comic relief...from what was done to him before... //

// I changed it up, hehehehe....//

// One point? ... // Karad Agal strained in his bonds, and sat in his own stream of sweat as he tried with all of his might to break the chains, but it could not be done. After a minute of attempts he stopped and sat back into the seat of the car, in a motion accepting his fate. He started to hear the wild, almost bestial cheer of the crowd around him, but he only lowered his head in shame as we watched the obscene machinery of an antiquated tank start somewhere behind him. In a manic burst the crowd cheered as the tank drove past Karad's car in full speed, only to turn and idle for a moment. Time seemed to slow for him, and tears started to well as he thought of his failure. But as he did the crowd started to laugh at the sight of a pitiful looking Karad Agal. The machinery of the tank started again, and it started to become wider and wider in the view of Karad, until it encompassed his entire sight. Karad then just lowered his head, but as the tank mounted the engine section of the car, and the windshield shattered, he looked up again to see that it had stopped. And a voice proclaimed to him as men walked to the car to undo the chains "You have lost a game, but you did not fail us in the next two games, do not fail our nation again." //:P//