Louis XlV

The four qualifying cups for the World Cup have been announced! Geographical areas were meant to be preserved as much as possible, but with the late entry of an outlying country, we've hit a small snag with the Americup. Thankfully, we've managed to fix it! First up is, formerly the Americup, THE INDY CUP! Named after Indiana Jones' exploits as an American travelling abroad, the Indy Cup will present the quintessential American nations in Tikal, America, and the Atlantic Federation, playing with their fourth, Druk Yul in Asia. The Cup tournament will be unique in that it will be the only one to never change venue, as it will be hosted in Druk Yul each year. Second up is the RING OF FIRE CUP! Represented by the nations of Japan, Alaska, Cascadia, and the Union, these Pacific Rim nations will come together like giant robots fighting giant monsters. The Cup will be located in a sequential Ring of Fire location each year. Third up is the EUROCUP! These four nations - Ireland, Britain, Alvonia, and France - are all closest geographically and historically and it would have been a shame to split them up. The Cup will be played in a revolving location, in Britain/Ireland one year, then Alvonia/France the next. Finally, the INTERNATIONAL CUP! Great Lakes, Axum, New Babylon, and Zapadnaya will come together in a nice vertical line down the Globe. This three-continent spanning Cup will play out like the Ring of Fire cup, in that it will sequentially go down each nation until it repeats. Here's how each cup will go: the winners of the qualifying tournaments of each cup (six games played by each team) will advance to the World Cup. The second and third-placed teams will then play a single randomized single-elimination game. The end result will be the four remaining teams from the second and third-placed loser's bracket being elevated to the World Cup. So if you get second or third place in your cup but still win the loser's bracket game, you'll advance! Once the World Cup has started, it will play out in single elimination. Eight teams will face each other. Then four teams. Finally, the last two teams will play for the Cup. The winner of the World Cup automatically qualifies for next year's cup, as does the host of next year's Cup. Any questions? Good. Let's get started.

Yes, and this game has *optional recognition* rules. Seems to me like you're trying to ignore that in favor of hard modern military RP, which is strange because almost none of what happens in this game is realistic or would make any sense in any coherent narrative. You can still have your own narrative - just portray them as normal people instead of whatever weird alien dragon hybrid nonsense (sorry, Mr Maelstrom) he wants to have.

People can RP what they want. If you're upset by what someone RPs in the realm of optional recognition then you should really take a step back and look at what you're being upset by.

No, and for the lulz I'm going to put your country in regardless of whether you sign up and give everyone zero skill in everything

Anyone like SPORTS or FOOTBALL (or SOCCER)? http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/topic/122393-cnrp2-international-football-league-signups/ :3

You do realize you're ITT now, right?

I've got an itch. An itch for FOOTBALL After talking to Mogar, I've decided to start signups for an international cnrp2 tournament. And before anyone says "But who are you!" I am Louis 14 and I've decided it's far more interesting for me to actually do a game like this than to do a nation roleplay. This would allow me to have characters of multiple nationalities (with permission) to be able to have character-centric RPs with tons of people without being constrained or worried about nations, stats, war, etc So, without further ado (Mogar will be down later tonight to help out!) I'm going to present to you the signup sheet and the rules. THE SIGNUP: CNRP2 Nation: (ie, "Principality of Tikal", "The Imperium of Japan") CNRP2 Nation shorthand: (ie, "Tikal", "Japan") CNRP2 National football team nickname: (ie, Las Aguilas, Samurai Blue) CNRP2 football team kit color: (ie, yellow/blue or blue/yellow for primary and secondary, respectively) CNRP2 football team playing style: attacking, defending, counter, tiki-taka, spreading, etc. If unsure of unfamiliar with soccer/football, just pick aggressive or passive or neutral based on how it sounds THE SIMULATION: I import a custom league of all even players into Football Manager 2014. Everyone gets an equal shot. Then the season progresses (I'll be using MLS because that way we don't have to deal with the relegation nonsense) scores will rise or fall with players as they play well or play poorly. This creates continuity from season to season and allows newcomers to come in with teams that aren't handicapped from having all the good ones taken. After simulating three seasons in order to create a variety of teams that are stronger or weaker all randomly, we will begin the tournament. If anyone whines about having a weaker team, just remember that anything can and will happen and there can be a dramatic turnaround from tournament to tournament. In addition, since I don't play and I don't have a history here, I have no reason to be biased. :) The tournament will run out like the FIFA Cup, essentially. People will be put into groups, winners of the groups advance, and then single elimination from there on out. There will also be a loser's bracket. If there are any questions we can ask them in this thread.

That doesn't mean they have to put up with people like Rota calling them a dumb bitch all the time. Respect and assistance goes both ways.

Question: are lulzy nations permitted? Like nations based around humor rather than srs bsns?

Arnew warmly welcomes Iraq back to the world stage and has found President Hussein's single to be a hit among the youth in its country.

The operating government of Arnew would like to establish official relations with Sudan, as well as establish mutual embassies.

You accidentally Arnew, mapmaker. :(

Arnew would find its first official diplomatic communication with another country other than its sponsor states to be in its welcoming of the Czechoslovak Democratic Republic to the world stage. "I congratulate the people of the CDR in their will to find the strength to organize in this day and age, and welcome further official communication."

There would be a familiar spell to anyone who had spent time on a real hunt; game meat rubbed with the basic spices, hanging over an open flame. A light stream of aromatic smoke mixed with burning sticks of cinnamon puffed out of the top of the mud hut, the pseudo-chimney keeping everyone inside from choking to death whenever anyone cooked. When Harper called out for Atticus, there was a bit of a noise in the room beyond, where the meat was cooking. "Miss Harper?" Came a voice; it was older, on the farther side of middle-aged. The African accent was thick but clear-spoken. "Atticus is coming home in but a minute. You can wait there or come help an old man in the kitchen," he said, chuckling. There was a bit of clamor as the fellow moved a pot under the meat over the fire and started digging through to grab another one.

Introducing Arnewmart! Are you located in a poor, undomesticated wild area? Are you located in a poor, domesticated wild area? Have no fear - Arnewmart is here! With the backing of Czerka Corp, Arnew Legion Co. is here to provide for your basic needs at the cost of just your entire local economy. Need fertilizer for those crops? Aisle 4! Need ammo for that uppity young man who just soiled your daughter's purity, and therefore your honor? Aisle 6 - and no background checks! Want to play a prank on a friend? Aisle 11 will give you all the incredibly detailed, authenticated false identification to play the best joke possible. Going to need plane lessons? Come around to the back where the al Planeida ("Arnewspeak" for "plane base!") will be waiting to help teach you to hit the largest of targets: the landing pad. Planning on needing defense from a local warlord? You can hire dozens of cannon fodder trained mercenaries with decades of experience for just dollars on the day. Much more! Thanks to slave labor an abundance of unemployed youth, we're able to keep costs extremely low. That mom and pop shop may sell barbed wire to keep the raiders out for $4 a foot, but we can sell for $1.50 a meter and drive those local shops out of business, like God intended capitalism to do. Arnewmart - for Africans, by Africans, at an African price. Coming first to a Somalia near you. (Mercenary services, summary executions, armed interventions, bodyguarding, and mobile relief all sold separately and vary from jurisdiction to jurisdiction. Call us at 1-888-rndmnmr)

Would you kindly mark "Arnew" as a little dot in Legion, in the south along the coast? Anywhere will do.

Daylight. 4-3. There was no shortage of young, confused, unemployed men. They had been promised power, authority, and control. Everything a young man wants, with no repercussions, no responsibility. Could you blame them for trying to take it up? Of course you can. And Zulu One did - for all except the youngest. They knew right from wrong. There was no way these men, who leapt at the chance to oppress, to destroy, to conquer those less powerful, would be given a chance to access weapons of this caliber, to deal internationally. They had to be dealt with another way. A few stands were put up to serve food at memorial services for the Imam. Those who were formally loyal to him attended in various parts of the city; they were drawn to the last vestige of power they could grab from him. Maybe they could plan something. Instead, they found themselves victims of a fatal food poisoning. Dozens of young men ate corrupted meat, laced with a poison of wholly accidental origin, an unfortunate byproduct of a bad batch of factory processing. Those lucky enough to survive or not eat saw their luck go up - leaders dead, explosions, and the smiting of the believers, ostensibly by God? Those religious enough to see the light never turned back to them. Those who did not attend found themselves isolated; they had no more power, no more friends, no more leaders. Zulu One lit a cigar and watched as his subordinates turned in recruiting stats. Droves of young women (and the occasional young man), delighted at the fall of the Imam and his followers, were beginning to sign on with his newly established group, Arnew. They were going door to door and recruiting, taking advantage of the power vacuum. Those who were good enough to fight back or shelter others would be perfect recruits. Their ranks were swelling. Their bank accounts were lining with silver. Their contacts were starting to answer their calls. Zulu One smiled.

Nighttime. 3-30. Zulu One and his ensemble, five total including the captain, were but a single block away. The Imam Mohammad Ali Mohammed, radical cleric with a penchant for violence, danced animatedly in a celebration in the second story of his house. It was not his house, necessarily, but one he was residing in; his people were celebrating, and turning a blind eye to the consumption of alcohol and the presence of two guard dogs. Even the one woman, dressed in naught by a scarf, seemed unphased by the presence of such an oppressive man. "Hypocrite One spotted in the window." CSSSH "Canines One and Two are pretty scrawny. I bet a tranq works fast." CSSSH "Eight guns on main compound, four on outer buildings." CSSSH The group crept quietly under cover of darkness, the lights on the street almost entirely blown out by the recent violence. The only light came from the half-block being partied in. Zulu Four retrieved the tranq rifle from their pack and took aim while the remainder of the group took up positions. The plan was set in motion. Immediately before firing the tranq, a plainsclothed man appeared before the guards. He came, jogging, bearing a paper and talking animatedly. The guards waved him in. Hesitating only a second longer, two tranq shots flew through the air and embedded themselves in the dogs, which only yelped mildly. After a few seconds of waiting, they collapsed. The guards attempted to call out for help but found themselves riddled with bullets in another moment. The gunfire alerted the guards inside and outside, and floodlights rapidly turned on. The man inside walked upstairs, hurriedly carrying his papers, until he reached the Imam, squatting over the now-nude woman and half-drunk. "Imam, sir," he said, "there is an attack. I have your message." The Imam, shaking his head, reached out for the papers as the second guard left the room, only leaving one in there. The man tiptoed back from the Imam and grabbed the guard, hurling him out the open window in a single action. The Imam did not notice. He took a lit cigar and puffed on it a little bit to keep the fire going, then placed it in a small paper bag with some tinder and lit matches. The small bag would smoke a bit, but would not catch any attention, and then he immediately left the room to go down and into a maintenance area. The guards gone, he turned a few knobs and ran. The firefight outside ended soon after they noticed the man leaving the building, screaming. Zulu One and his group departed after throwing a grenade that damaged an outer wall; the guards ran to inspect the area and move forward, but nothing could be done. The distraction, however, lasted long enough. Only a few minutes later, after gas had flooded the entire building and the party restarted at the insistence of the Imam, the bag emerged in flames ignited the gas. Marvin the Martian would have been proud at the earth-shattering kaboom. Zulu One returned to their encampment, packed up, and left. Hypocrite One had been silenced. They were getting paid.