hapapants

Welcome home.

Capitalism, ho!

ITT: people that disapprove of DBDC's past behavior continue to disapprove of their actions.

Hail, hail, to a CN Valentine. /o

Thanks for sharing Shatt, and congrats on 8 years. It's always cool to see someone's history with the game. And it's always fun to see a mention of the Browncoats from time to time.

How funny do you find it? Does it merely tickle you pink? Or perhaps it has resulted in a full-bellied laugh? It is important for me to know these things, as I will consult your humor in the future before I make decisions for my alliance. You are misinterpreting what "wrong" means in the context of kingzog's argument. He isn't arguing that WTF is "morally" wrong, or that DBDC isn't hypocritical - those are arguments are a waste of time and the rest of you are free to melt your brains over such things. What he's arguing is that WTF worsened their political position by unnecessarily by accepting CT into their alliance. And I don't understand why it is a waste of time to independently analyze the merits of such decisions. So for illustrative purposes, do you think that DBDC's actions amount to "bad" decisions? Are their actions worsening their military or political decision more than helping it? (This is of course, rhetorical, but you're welcome to answer it.) That frame of analysis is where the argument is taking place. If you want to take it somewhere else, that is your prerogative, but don't accuse people of "missing the point" when you pull an argumentative bait-and-switch.

How have I suggested that? Regardless, your amusement isn't a factor in political decision-making.

I don't think kingzog is arguing about the relative morality of WTF's actions (accepting CT, etc) as compared to DBDC's (dual-membership nations). He's arguing that WTF is making a politically/diplomatically bad decision. By accepting CT, they've turned this into a deeply personal conflict while opening the doors for DBDC's allies to escalate things. And whatever side one holds in this conflict, I think they'd find this argument difficult to dispute.

Expected a DBDC thread. Was disappointed.

A toast to a treaty, and it's good to see bonds reforged. Stop being such a poopy-head.

I haven't joined you yet, Tywin. ^_^

There's something pitiable about all of this... ...watching a "king" build his house of cards, only to realize that he is the jester.

H2BKs, you were sanctioned for tech-deal scamming. https://www.cybernations.lyricalz.com/aid?nation1=545625&per_page= Transactions of note: 10/7/2014 11:59:26 AM (Accepted 9 million, no payment on 200 tech) 10/14/2014 2:23:13 PM (Accepted 9 million, no payment on 200 tech) 10/19/2014 2:11:37 PM (Accepted 9 million, no payment on 200 tech) 10/20/2014 11:54:53 AM (Accepted 9 million, no payment - amount owed is unclear) 12/18/2014 1:43:07 PM (Accepted 9 million, no payment on 100 tech) 12/18/2014 6:17:55 PM (Accepted 9 million, no payment - amount owed is unclear) 12/18/2014 7:02:04 PM (Accepted 9 million, no payment - amount owed is unclear) So basically, you owe upwards of 1000 tech to pink team alliances. This is not limited towards pink team - you also owe tech to Nordreich, Gramlins, and GLoF nations. This is also just counting deals that were labeled as such on the aid-screen. Who knows how many "Financial Assistance" aid offers were actually tech deals that you chose not to pay. If you are interested in paying back what you owe, send me a PM on forum or in-game. Until then, you will remain sanctioned on Pink.

When you rogue a pink team senator in a politically-connected alliance, you should expect them to use the powers that they have. This has nothing to do with fairness. It has to do with the insane expectation that someone will not use the powers at their disposal to defend themselves. It's as if I were to wield a butter knife, and run up to an armed soldier. When I get shot in the face, I do not get to scream "that's not fair!"

To: customerservice@ebay.com From: Hapapants@gmail.com Subject: Auction #5423456 - Complaint To whom it may concern, I recently placed a bid of 9 million dollars on Item #5423456 (Authentic DBDC Government Skype Logs) on Ebay.com. It appears my bid has not been registered, and I'm here to inquire as to why. There were no previous bids on this item and my bid was well above the minimum price. I have contacted the owner of the auction (User: H2BK), but have not received a response as of yet, which is why I have sent you this e-mail. It would be greatly appreciated if you could reply as soon as possible. This one-of-a-kind item is of great importance to me. Warmest Regards, Hapapants

I will place a starting bid of 9 million in authentic CN dollars for those Skype logs.

Dramatic.

A question my dear Walford - why is "moralism" a superior philosophy to those you preach against? It is the central question too, because a lot of what you have been writing boils down to... "You are sociopaths and [insert name-calling here] because you do not see the world the way that I do."

This SCM guy sounds like such a poopy-head.

oyababy confirmed 2nd best leader in CN

If you don't have an agenda against DBDC, why do you clamor for war against them?

o/

You pronounced my name wrong, then proceeded to guilt me into writing Part 5 =/

Tires squeeled and screeched as a white pick-up truck pulled up to the police line surrounding Strip Squad. The roaring fire by now was put out, and left were only the soggy remains of the gentlemen's club. The driver's door opened, and out stepped a thin, scruffy-haired man. He wore a loose-fitting brown overcoat down to his knees. A close inspection would reveal many patches of coffee-stains - battle scars of the press-room. As he violently opened and closed the driver's door, a coffee mug shattered on the asphalt below. It was barely noticed, as this reporter was transfixed on his notepad. He muttered to himself. "This is the big one. This is the biggest story from this town in years. This one's going to put me on the map." His hands slightly shook as he scrawled down anything he could think of. "Burning Building." "A sea of police and fire trucks." "Burn Victims." "Chaos." "This is going to be great! Great! Great!" He kept scrawling notes, but his hand stopped at the sight of a tall, uniformed officer with blond hair and blue eyes. In a sea of chaos and charcoal, this officer was managing an organized search, directing his subordinates through burnt, wooden remains. The reporter's instincts quickly took over. "Officer! Officer!" He approached the building as close as he could, and waved his hand through some caution tape. "Officer!" Lt. Starfox looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing a frantic hand waving back and forth. He sighed, and slowly walked towards him. "Excuse me sir, we're in the middle of an important investigation." Began Starfox, "I'd like to ask you to step bac-" "This is GeniusInc from the Apathy Report. Can you answer some questions for the paper? What happened here? What is being investigated? How did the New Polar Order screw up this time?" Starfox was unfazed, and replied back in a firm voice. "Please step back. We will have a press-conference in a couple of hours." Genius barked back across the line. "Are you admitting fault for the fire? Is the New Polar Order adopting a policy of burning down civilian homes? Is the -" Starfox let out a deep sigh. He closed his eyes and prepared to repeat his words, but was interrupted by an excited voice over his shoulder. "Lieutenant! Lieutenant!" An officer ran out from the burnt-out building. "I think we found something! There's something below... boxes! Yeah, lots of boxes!" Genius watched the Lieutenant's eyes quickly widen. The once calm and collected Lieutenant was startled and stiffly began moving to the building. His steps paced faster and faster as he broke into a full sprint. While running, he called out behind him. "Great work! Now get that press-guy out of here!" The last of these words grew fainter as Starfox disappeared into the wreckage. Genius began at once, "What did you find?!" He was immediately grabbed by the arm. "Do you want to leave here by yourself or in a stretcher?" The officer growled. "What did you find?! Are you threatening the press?!" Genius quickly pulled his arm back into his possession. "Is this what Polar has come to!? You will hear from my lawyer!" Both men glared at each other before Genius turned back from the police line. The upper right arm of his coat had a black, charcoal-ed handprint. Genius stormed back to his white pick-up truck. The door slammed open and shut. He buried his forehead on the wheel in thought. "Something isn't right here." He mumbled to himself. "That Lieutenant wasn't acting normal." ===================================================================================== "This is Sheriff Dajobo speaking. Come in. Lieutenant, Come in." "This is Lieutenant Starfox reporting in. The fire is out. Some of the officers are burned, but there are no casualties. We haven't been able to find Sergeant Tywin though." "Tywin will be fine. Anyway those !@#$%^&* got away. They pulled away from us on the highway. How are things over there?" "The hell? What do you mean fine? One doesn't go missing in a fire and come out fine." "Look, just don't worry about it... uh... him. Anyway, did you find anything?" "Yessir! Boxes and boxes. They were running quite the operation here. There's enough tech here to buy a top-tier wonder." "Attaboy Lieutenant! Now get some rest, I'll call over some transport from HQ. Just sit tight and they'll be over to pick it up in 15 minutes." "Don't worry, I'll load it up and drive it to HQ." "Nahhhh. You did well, don't push yourself. Get some rest and let someone else do the work." "I'm fine Sheriff. Let me take care of it." "Get some rest Starfox. It's an order." "..." "Starfox, hello? Starfox?" "I can't let you do that Sheriff." "Wait what?" "I apologize my dear, but I'll be transporting that tech.." "Starfox, is everything ok? Why are you talking in a British accent? Just go home and get some -" "Sorry chap. God save the queen." [Radio Silence] ===================================================================================== "GODDAMNIT!" Dajabo screamed in his squad-car. His thick hands gripped the wheel tighter and tighter. He let go with his right arm and slammed his arm rest, before fumbling for his radio receiver once more. "Come in HQ. This is Sheriff Dajobo." "Call received. Whats wrong Sheriff?" "There's no time. Enact imperial order 47. Immediately." "But sir! You can't do that! They aren't ready! It's dangerous! There was only one prototype and it was barely stable - " "I don't care. Get the Tywin-bots ready. We have to hunt ourselves a rat." ===================================================================================== Witnesses would remember a peculiar site from that night on Main street . A giant black van raced down the road. The windows were shut, but inside could be heard a blaring anthem: God save our gracious Queen Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen Following it was a white pick-up truck.