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Michael McBride

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  • Birthday 12/10/1987

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    Pravus Ingruo
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  1. [quote name='Isaac MatthewII' timestamp='1337548085' post='2969946'] Building one..what? [/quote] OOC: He means a space elevator, which generally have to be constructed on, or very close to, the equator due to a number of factors.
  2. "Five minutes to landing. Everyone please strap in." The Irish accent was unmistakable. Michael McBride remained standing. This was the only plane capable of trans-Atlantic travel the Irish Resistance was able to get their hands on, and it was packed to the brim with one hundred of his most elite fighters, all armed to the teeth. Michael didn't know much of what to expect when he arrived in what used to be Pravus Ingruo, but he wasn't going to be caught by surprise. "Four minutes to Hero City International." Out the window, Michael could see the Hero City, could see Long Island, could see the barrenness that the country had turned a made the island. Once a wealthy residential area, Long Island had been turned into one of the most impenetrable military facilities in the world. But not anymore. Still, Michael knew if he was going to find the people he was looking for, they would be out there. The plane bounced slightly when it landed. Once it slowed, it taxied to a hanger at the far end of the airport, away from all prying eyes in the terminal. In the hanger, a semi-truck and a number of smaller vehicles awaited. The men filed off the plane and into the waiting vehicles silently. They knew their mission: find the old leaders of Pravus Ingruo. The full group drove out onto Long Island, leaving the Hero City in the background. Michael led the way. There was only one logical place to go.
  3. [quote name='graniteknight' timestamp='1335972966' post='2962297'] OOC: JED- it has always been map claim in map thread first THEN having IC posting to back it up- you have the IC post to back it up but you did not fulfill the other condition. [/quote] OOC: Uh, no, actually. It's always been quite the reverse. You need the IC claim for a map claim to hold any validity. An IC claim can be made without it being made in the map thread. The map thread is OOC, this is IC. The map thread, technically, has no authority. JED and Californian have much more IC claim than you do. A map claim means nothing. IC: Michael McBride watched the television intently. The turmoil going on so close to his home nation was interesting. He got up. He had to pack, his flight left in an hour.
  4. [b]Dublin[/b] "Alright lads, what are we looking at?" Michael bent over a map of Ireland, his eyes squinting at the map. Most was occupied by the Union of Ireland, but there were three other spots open that could be open to the revolution. "Wexford, Cork, and Limerick." One of his aides saw him looking at the map, naming the areas still open. "All separated by the cowards who call themselves the union." Michael stood and straightened his suit. "Give me three fishing boats, and prepare them for the journey. We'll have them skim around the coast, posing as simple fisherman with crews of no more than eight. If they are stopped, tell them to explain they are bringing a catch to whatever market assigned to them, and then to continue on. At no point are they to endanger their lives. We aren't nearly ready for an armed conflict yet." Two of the men nodded and left the room as Michael turned to the others. "How are we coming in terms of armament. The Union and the English seem to have left us alone for the moment, but we are only a single county. I sincerely doubt that will last." Those around the room nodded in agreement. "We've begun the process of acquiring enough AK-47 rifles for our entire standing force of 1,500. Vehicles... well, slap some extra metal inside a door and mount a machine gun on it and you're basically looking at our mobile force right now. Zero air or sea assets, save for some fishing boats. We're continuing to build IEDs to prepare. We're making the dynamite go a long way." "Good. Keep me posted. I wanted to bring Wexford, Cork, and Limerick into the fold as soon as possible. With the larger cities on our side, we will have a population base to begin to take our country back."
  5. [quote name='Evangeline Anovilis' timestamp='1335742258' post='2960910'] La France, c'est moi. How can I be of help? [/quote] Just wondering who my immediate neighbors were is all.
  6. Yeah, I'm back. That vacation didn't last very long. Starting out small because my old nation is gone. So, question to all (since I really have not been paying attention at all for like 2 months) who is Ireland, Ulster, Scotland, Northumbria, Wales, England, Cornwall, and France. This corner of the world is very, very crowded. I like it.
  7. [i][b]Six months earlier...[/b][/i] The explosion rocked Michael's body, sending him flying over the car and hitting the wall of the pub. As his breath rushed out of him in an angry wave, he coughed. His chest heaved as he tried to look through the gritty smoke, tried to focus through the ringing in his ears, and tried to draw a full breath. Nothing really worked. That explosion had been more then he had anticipated. Much more. Obviously she was playing with explosives again. Always wanting a show. Michael didn't know if she had seen his picture, heard the man say his real name. But the man and the picture of him in Syracuse were gone. His real name and cover might be safe, for the moment, but they wouldn't be for long. Someone knew. Someone had told the locals. And he had to get out of the country. Finally pushing himself to his feet, Michael staggered down the street. Onlookers started to come out of the shops as a gunshot rang out. Screaming, the civilians ducked for cover. Michael started running. More shots rang out. As he looked up, he saw a black car heading towards him, speeding. He moved to the side as a window open. With nowhere to run, he figured this was it. But then he saw her. A look in her eyes told him to run as the car sped towards the gunshots. Another car on the street exploded and her car drove through the fireball. He didn't stay to see what happened next. Ducking down a back alley, still running, he dialed a memorized number into his phone. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. On the fourth ring, the other end finally picked up. "Howard, what the hell took you so long. I need my ticket out, ASAP." "I can't do that, Michael." "You don't understand, Howard. It's done. I got burned. I need to get out of here, now." "I can't do that, Michael." Michael stopped, hitting the wall of a building with his open palm. "Damnit, now it not the time to play around with me, Howard. I need my ticket out." "No one can do that for you, Michael. The country is gone. We're destroying everything as we speak. Hopefully your issue is local. I'm sorry, son. There's nothing I can do. You're on your own now, McBride." The phone hung up. Gunshots could still be heard, but now sirens joined them. Michael ran. [i][b]Present Day...[/b][/i] "What does a man do when before his eyes, he sees the vision of a new hope dawning on his toiling, agonizing brothers? What does a man do, when at last he is realizes that his suffering is caused not by cruelty of fate, but by the injustice of his fellow human being? What does a man do when he sees those dear to him starving, when he himself is starved? What does he do? What does he do?" A cheer rose up through the Dublin pub. [img]http://media.monstersandcritics.com/people/Jeffrey_Donovan/images/group1/IAK-004360.jpg[/img] Michael stood at the podium, his hair longer now, more unkempt. His salt and pepper beard and glasses made him look older, and it would take more than just a mere glance to recognize the man who had been burned by a local criminal organization. For three months, he had been on the run, through many parts of Ireland, but for the past three he had been back in Dublin without much of a peep from his past dealings. Now he was here, making a speech in front of a large group of Irish dissidents. They saw Dublin as free for their taking, without a strong central government presence in the city. They saw the former capital of the nation the centerpiece of their resistance movement. "He rises up! He takes charge! He moves as one with his brothers against the powers that be! But he does not sit still and allow a dysfunctional and oppressive government hold sway over him. He usurps them and marches forward into a new era of prosperity, a new era of justice, and a new era of freedom!" The crowd cheered again as the strains of [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8vDotWLfeE&feature=related"]"God Save Ireland"[/url] began. It was the unofficial anthem of the resistance, and the chorus nearly broke the rafters. Michael smiled. This wasn't what he had set out to do when he got to Ireland, but it was becoming what he was meant to do. And his Irish accent was coming along quite well. [b] International Statement[/b] [quote] Nations of the World, The County Dublin of the Province Leinster hereby declares its independence this day. We declare this independence with a pledge of freedom for all Irishmen, a pledge of freedom for all peoples of the world. We pledge our undying love for our Isle, and a hope to one day see her reunified under one banner. We, the Irish Resistance, are that hope. As one people, with one goal, being of sound mind and body, we embark on this righteous and important journey. The Irish Resistance has designated Michael McBride as its first Taoiseach. All foreign diplomatic communiqués can be directed to his office. Signed, Michael McBride Taoiseach[/quote]
  8. Well look at this. I guess I just missed you all too damn much. I'm back, and in the process of getting my forum name changed since my old nation is gone. That should be up soon. However, I'll snag the white land around Dublin, Ireland if you please. Please label it "The Irish Resistance" or TIR for short on the map (it is a little small). Thanks. EDIT: [url="http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?showtopic=110611"]Thread Here.[/url]
  9. This is something I thought I'd never post. There were times playing this game where I honestly thought I'd outlast CNRP, that this game as a whole would die before I was ready to done playing. Unfortunately, my time has come. I can no longer be a productive member of this community, as my recent activity has shown. Real life jobs, getting engaged, working the overnight shift, and other things have put serious constraints on my time. Unfortunately I just simply do not have time for CNRP anymore. I'm planning on letting my IG nation expire, so if I came back it would be under another name. But that's a pretty big if. I've been here a long time. I've seen good players come and go. I've seen bad players come and go. But I've truly enjoyed my time here, thanks to the characters I've written about and the players I've written with. I hate to single anyone out, but thank you Sarah. Thank you for everything. I still feel the Louis/Sarah storyline was one of the greatest this game has ever seen. I sincerely hope our paths cross at some point in real life, though I doubt we'd know it. But thank you again. So, everyone, so long. Thanks for all the fish. Catch you on the flip side. Michael, Louis, Tom, David, Thomas, and Alice... I hope I did you all justice. I think I'll miss all of you most of all.
  10. OOC: Six hour drive ahead of me, just assume my leader has arrived. Don't wait on him to start this.
  11. [quote name='TheShammySocialist' timestamp='1331162356' post='2935237'] [center][b][size="4"]Confederation of Greater New England Official Dispatch[/size][/b] [IMG]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/d8/Gadsden_flag.svg/200px-Gadsden_flag.svg.png[/IMG][/center] With the apparent dissolution and collapse of Canada, the Confederation of Greater New England hereby annexes New Brunswick and Prince Edward Island into Greater New England, given our unique and similar cultures, these annexations are only logical and these two provinces are to be granted emergency statehood pursuant with GNE sovereignty legal procedures. The standing governors and any legislative bodies that are sitting now are to be kept until elections can be arranged for the new states. Pursuant with the request by the Bloc Quebecois, the nationalist sovereignty party that has assumed leadership over Quebec, Greater New England will gladly assume a state of protection over the former Canadian province. All sitting municipal and government leaders are to be kept until further notice, and a military governor will be appointed to command all units that are dispatched to ensure the protection and sovereignty of the people of Quebec, we see the Quebecois French as neighbors and partners in culture and historical experiences, we will stand ready to protect them of any external threat. On an unrelated note, as per regional requests for peacekeeping and protection forces, the Armed Services of Greater New England are hereby ordered to begin sovereignty assurance operations into Western Canada, these sovereignty assurance operations will extend to the following former Canadian provinces; Ontario, Manitoba, Saskatchewan, the Northwest Territories, and Alberta. We call upon the [b]EMPIRE OF PRAVUS INGRUO[/b] to dispatch military forces for similar peacekeeping operations in these regions, working alongside ASGNE Forces in ensuring the protection of Canadian citizenry. At this time, we cannot dispatch our forces into the Yukon and British Columbia due to the obvious aggressive military operations that have been opened against these two provinces. We hereby request for local police forces to ensure local law and order and remaining Canadian military forces to stand down and only engage in constabulary operations unless fired upon. On a further note, we [i]urgently[/i] request the presence of delegations from the [b]Northern Imperium[/b], [b]Chancellery of Cyrantia[/b], [b]Marscurian Siberia[/b], [b]Tianxia[/b], the [b]Empire of Pravus Ingruo[/b], and the [b]Californian Republic[/b] at an emergency summit in Halifax, Nova Scotia, to discuss the future of North America through diplomatic means. We also urgently request that all offensive operations end against former Canadian military forces, and constabulary operations to protect citizenry in occupied territory begin in the Yukon and British Columbia until this mess is settled. [i]Signed, Martin Gibbs President of Greater New England Ranking Member of the Honorable Parliament[/i] [b][OOC: Actions to come][/b] [/quote] The highest number of immediate forces the Empire can deploy to the region is 9,000 Marines stationed at IMB:CP off the British Columbian coast. Further reinforcements will take time to move into the region, say nothing for the logistics of getting them across Canada. The Empire will dispatch a representative to the summit in Halifax immediately. (OOC: Recommend putting it in a different thread. It's gonna get lost in here)
  12. The Imperial 3rd Fleet, stationed in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, would move into the Gulf of Mexico to provide support for any peacekeeping efforts. 3,000 Marines attached to the fleet would also be made available for humanitarian purposes.
  13. For what it's worth, I'd be willing to give my IC nation to judge things purely on an outside, impartial basis. I know not all would, but it would be something I'd be willing to do.
  14. The Empire recognizes this new sovereign nation to rise from the Cuban people, and hopes this government has more success than its predecessor.
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