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All the addicts can finally be at peace, smh
My cards... my cards. NOOOOOOO (idrc i never messed with em that much)
I would not want to be a card farmer now 💀
i was for like a couple weeks but eventually gave up on it, i had like 10.72 currency lol
Ayozaki rolls up to the Fujiwarii Tofu Shop, and goes in, hoping to meet Taccumius.
Lignuntia and Stewartika
Hmm, I guess the story of RGBN gets to expand on and on...
Vabogan, Lignuntia, and Rainbow Sunset
The Leynexian ships go silent as they try to figure out what to do next, they've never heard of a nation called Burgundaen nor is this place on any modern maps for all they know the Asagirl could be lying. The Leynexinan ships began to sail past the Asagirl heading towards the nearby island.
The LMS Krämer sent out a message
<<Do you know the whereabouts of a ship called LSS Hilt?>>
This horrid fanfiction can continue to bloat and fester similarly to the pustules on my bubonic body
Vabogan, Lignuntia, and Rainbow Sunset
Male resistance
Excerpt from a speech given by the former Director of the Bureau of Suppression and Control |
“We have made fantastic advancements as a civilization, especially in terms of worker output and tracking. My great-grandmother led the charge on assigning each man in our empire with an alphanumeric designation. Our research indicates that when deprived of an actual name slaves become less likely to rebel as they they feel no individual emotions and instead form a homogenous community that more often than not, preforms adequately in most tasks. The only ones that preform worse in are typically in service as Concubines and as Patriarchs or overseers. But they represent a marginal fraction. That is why every Worker is assigned a designation because they don't preform tasks that require a touch of individualism.” -Xasa Lenzu’lala |
‘Have you ever done an interrogation?’
Molo was sitting in the kitchen of the main house with sike and a couple of other guys, probably amounting to fifteen of their number. He played with his piece of steel, moving it between and across his fingers. The cold and roughened piece was what his attention was on, not the argument around him. To Him it was blank noise, arguing on a non vital subject, but it had spurred contention in everyone else.
“We cant trust him, he doesnt have any other partners to validate his story! He could be a spy for them,” Said on man from across the room,
“What would it help if he had partners or comrades? They could be in on it and get the jump on us!” Said another man, trying to counter the priors point,
“So what? All of us arrived at different times, and each time we’ve had this conversation, and each time the new arrivals have proven to be hard workers and good men! Im one of them and so are all of you!” Said one particularly loud man.
Molo didnt really pay it much mind, he had been the one wh helped the poor bastard, tried to wipe the oil off his face. He had held the back of his head when he saw his ear bleeding, Molo picked out a broken GPS tracking unit, likely cut in half by the new guy a few hours or days earlier. He hadnt told anyone, he had tucked it away in his pocket, ‘no need to further their angst,’ he thought, and turned his ears back to the conversation,.
“The problem is we are already undernourished and sparsely organized right now, if we took on another person it could worsen our food problems,”
“Isnt saving a brother worth more than any minor resource problem?”
And Molo tuned out again, as much as he wanted to watch the debate get more heated, He knew how it would end. Standing up from his chair, Molo brushed past the conostrium that had gathered inside to argue. As he pasted through the door, the cold damp night greeted him with a shock. Whipping its breeze against his unobstructed face, although he was essentially numb to it now. Walking past the fire, it was now effectively smouldering, in their panicked rush, men had lit torches and makeshift candles, but forgotten to tend the fire.
Molo walked across the grass to the Second building. It was similar to the first one, but somehow tougher looking. Mirak had insisted on using more brick. Looking up, he could see they had made good progress on the roof, at least 12 logs were up, not trimmed, but they were up on the roof. Molo walked up the stairs to the second level of the building. Immediately upon entering the room went silent. Sike, and wallia were arguing, as was Vola who seemed to get especially heated. Molo simply walked past them to sit down again. The light glow of the fire giving him some reprieve.
Everyones eyes slowly turned away from Molo, the noise level rising again. Despite these guys definitely being the more ‘leader types’ they still argued like little boys.
“Im just saying,” said Wallia, “We dont know anything about him, we dont have a name, we dont have a profession, we barely even know where he came from,”
Molo spoke, as wallia finished, his voice caused the room to go silent,
“His Overalls say MT-MM-897, from experience I know damn well that MM means Mineral Miner. He worked in dirty industry.” Molo says, rubbing his eyes.
“But do you know that for sure, none of us can read anyway, its not like thats for sure what it says” Said Vola in a tired voice, not trying to sound mocking.
“Well if thats not it than I would hope the Oil covering his face and the Mining tattoo on his arm would be more than enough to prove what he did. So we know that at least.”
The rest of the men were silent, and molo looked on.
“Has no one tried talking to him?”
The room stayed silent when he said that. His face changed, now annoyed. Breathing out heavily, Molo brought a hand to his forehead.
Standing up, Molo went to the other room, where they had put the new guy. Although the rooms were separated by a brick wall, only a wooden door bared the 32 of them from the 1 of him. Walking through it, he emerged into a room that was surprisingly spaciois. With a large table covering the center. And sitting at the midpoint of the table was the man. Molo walked over and sat down at one of the few chairs in the room. Just looking around.
The new guy responded as expected.
“What do you want,” He said still like a child, his voice was rough, likely from inhalation, and demonstrated a lack of innocence, but soft still, confused.
“I do want anything,” Molo said, “But they do,” He said, tilting his head to the door.
“What do they want,” The man's face had fear, almost instinctive
“Just some information, they don't trust you.”
“Why not?” the dried oil on his lips cracked a little
“None of them know you,” Molo says back
“Why should that matter?” The man asks in boyish questioning, “Arent they the same as me?”
Molo shrugged, raising his eyebrow “Yes, yes they are. Doesnt mean you are automatically entitled to their trust, no one is. Not even me.”
The boy-man held his head low as Molo said that. His expression seemed grim and annoyed, putting his head in his hands.
“I left home” He paused “And I can't even find a new one.”
Molo leaned toward the boy-man and said in a voice weathered by time
“What job did you have ?”
“I was raised to be a servant, and then the Crash happened and the economic restructuring and suddenly servants were no longer needed. A really wealthy noble bought my Patriarch and his pupils, like me, from our owner. The next day I was working in a mine with these guys who were trained in it from birth. So that for 10 years.”
“So that's why it says MM on your jacket? Mineral Miner,”
The boy-man froze,
“Can you read?” he said in near astonishment
“No,” said Molo, “I just guessed it stood for something”
“MT-MM-897,” The boy-man said,
“What it mean?”
“Mistress Telea-Mineral Miner-897”
“Never heard of her,” said Molo, trying to summon any buried knowledge of his previous life, but grasping at straws
“Neither had I, never saw her face even once.”
There was an awkward silence, the two men shared glances every moment or two or pretended to look around at the wooden/brick walls. Molo looked him over for a moment, seeing the cracked and disgusting face, the hair growing from a now unshaven chin.
“When you did your work for Mistress Telea, did you sleep in a dorm or by yourself?”
The boy-man thought for a moment,
“I slept in a dorm.”
“Mhm,” Molo said, “I'll find you a room”
“Thanks,” The boy-man replied, with a light smile
“Do you want a blanket?” Molo said back
“What's a blanket?” the boy-man said with legitimate confusion.
Molo chuckles, before walking out the door. Sighing with contentment, everyone's eyes were on him again. With concern and confusion, vola looked out to him and spoke.
“What happened?”
“I'm giving him a room and a blanket.”
There was a resounding sigh across the room, they could only hope that Molo’s trust wouldn't doom them.
Male resistance
Excerpt from the diary of free male fugitive Keit Liet, Found in the ruins of the Western Male resistance |
“I pray to goddess, and wonder if she too has slaves. .” -Keit Liet |
Coal
Wallia had missed the smell of burning coal, the soot filling his lungs. To him it was a reminder of childhood, learning with his patriarch. It was one of the few times in his life he remembered being happy. This then, came very close to that. The roar of a new fire thrashed in a forge he himself had built from scratch. He wore his aging black overalls, alongside a new leather apron, made from pigskin. He didnt have anything to defend his head, somehow he had convinced Iral to loan him his facial scarf. He could only hope it wouldn't burn.
He had lit the fire, and it burned in incandescent orange flame. But it soon had risen into a full fire, hotter than any he had felt in recently memory. Reaching to his side, he found a collection of rocks. Throughout their years, many men had found pieces of metal they believed held special purpose. Wallia usually knew what they were, rocks rich in copper, rocks rich in iron, and he had collected them diligently. But never had the capability to use them for anything. . until now. The new guy had been a miner, and knew his way around the cliffs and caves. He had gathered coal, slowly, almost secretly. Wallia had been petitioning the group for years to build a forge, somehow he had managed a years worth of campaigning in two weeks. And here it was. A simple sunken design, a crucible could be held above a coal fired furnace and heated, then poured into a sand cast. It was by no means safe, and they would have to build everything themselves, but it was a start.
He brushed off the copper rich rocks for the last time, before he placed them in the crucible. He hoped that the minor portions of rock wouldnt pove disasterous. He had tried as best he could to make the copper pure, but it was still dusty. It would have to do for now. ‘Later I will have pure metal’ he thought, remembering all of the metals he used to work with, the dull shine was only visible in his memory. For now he satisfied himself with the dusty glimmer of rocky metals.
He placed the copper fragments in the forge, doing it quickly to avoid burning his caloused hands. In retrospect he should have lit the coal after he placed the metal, but he had let his deepest urges consume him. That sacred charred smell, it couldnt wait.
The rocks stayed still for a moment as the coal reached temperature. Wallia knew even then, it would take time for the metal to melt and become conducive for sandcasts. Luckily for Wallia he had all the time in the world.
The sun and the clouds seemingly passed above him, Wallia just stared into the distance. He remembered the industrial forges of Lili’tha could melt copper mountains taller than him in thirty minutes. But he was no longer in the industrial forges of Lili’tha , he was in his personal forge, and copper melted slowly. He saw black smoke rise from the crucible, he hoped it was the impurities burning off. But he wasnt sure in himself, this was a new method after all, he had only ever heard about it.
Wallia stood up, holding the scarf over his nose and mouth, Wallia approached his forge. Peering over he saw molten copper, barely bubbling. He stood there for a moment thinking, ‘Its probably done,” He thought. Internally he was conflicted, there was the possibility that the metal hadnt reached a critical point yet, or that the impurities were so immense that his new creation could be jeapordized. But this was a test run, so he should at least treat it like one.
He took the crucible. It was at this moment wallia was thankful he had added grip bars on the side to carry it. Even they were warm, but he didnt mind to much. The worst part was the pungent metal fumes that covered his face, they made his eyes blurry, but he had been trained to survive this. He reached the sand cast and began to tilt the crucible, letting the copper flow out of it. The color was only a few degrees darker than what he was accustomed to, but it poured all the same.
And it was done, so many hours of setting up and planning. completed in moments. It almost felt like an anti-climax to wallia. So he waited again, setting the crucible to his side, he grabbed his water bucket, and tossed it over the coals to stop the flames. And he stood, just taking it in. If it worked, they would have new capabilities to survive, and make their lives much more assured. If it didnt, they would continue to persist like they had been. Wallia counted the seconds as he watched the spruce hole, the copper on it had hardened fast, and began to solidify, shining slightly better than how he found it. He knew it was done now. Lowing himself to the floor, he reached for a large rock. He brought it to bear against the frame, and broke it open.
He smashed and smashed, the sand flowing out, falling like rain. Until Wallia was left with an axe head. Bumpy and rough in its construction. Its edge wasnt sharp. But that didnt matter. They had real tools, not ramshackle rusting steel tied to sticks. Wallia grabbed a stick, alongside melted sap. Sticking the end of the stick into the sap, he made sure they were both perfectly sized. Quickly, and maybe a little roughly, he slid the axehead onto the stick, binding the two together.
Wallia turned around, and saw that nearly the entire community had gathered outside his workshop. Holding the axe he held it up. And in that moment, the crowd erupted into cheers of joy and jubilation. He knew life hadn't gotten easier, it would still be rough to survive out here, but maybe they could take a breather every now and then.
Wallia knew this tool wasnt done yet, he would need to tie it up with linen to secure it, but it was a symbolic victory. They could prove they were worthy to exist. That men could exist without having to submit to anyone.
And Wallia couldnt see his face, but he was smiling.
Garden Industries Bio-Med division acquisition by Vlka Wylka
Excerpt from the board meeting between Vlka Wylka and GI over the acquisition of GI’s Bio-Med Division |
“As an overview of our final offer. Vlka Wylka is offering 75 billion Monteas in VW shares and VW’s Medi-tronic division in perpetual exchange for Garden Industries Bio-Medicine division and all of its subunits in perpetuity to be moved under the VW Corporations payroll. This transfer will also include the exchange of division related patents created or owned by their respective former parent companies, to be moved to the others control. If that is all in order, do we have a deal?” -Anonymous Major VW Shareholder |
Bio-Medicine: DNN
The Garden Industries Bio-medicine division is a world leader in genetic modification and organ replication. Quite famously conducting an experiment that resulted in a purebred white wooled sheep to start growing all black fur. Their current speciality remains post birth genetic editing, usually through manipulating the epi-genome or inducing widespread cell change through manipulated conditions.
The genetic modification corporation Vlka Wylka, which had recently reached a monopoly on Gene-tech, has decided to acquire the Bio-med division of Garden industries, one of the Imperiums largest corporations. This purchase was made in part with Capital, Shares, and most notably Vlka Wylkas in house manufacturing organization, Medi-tronic, the Imperiums fourth largest supplier of medical equipment.
This purchase points to a new shift in the policy of Vlka Wylka, moving away from in-house physical engineering and manufacturing to hardware development and furthering modification research by continued investment in VW-Labs. This has also empowered garden industries, as this purchase has granted them a foothold into the medical space. With the board announcing a threefold increase in manufacturing the day after the purchase of Medi-tronic.
This shakeup has bewildered investors and VW, who see the sale as backtracking on last year's shareholder letter which stated that VW and its subsidiaries would focus on decreasing manufacturing acquisition costs by developing and manufacturing their products in house. In a system that appeared similarly to a linear monopoly, being an isolated corporation. This has caused VWC stock to decrease in value substantially in the previous few days, going from 98.7 Monteas the Morning of April 17th, to 83.4 Monteas in the evening of April the 19th. Although the board has continued to reaffirm potential investors that this dip represents growing pains on the path to a more scientifically advanced Vlka Wylka.
In other news, The capital gains tax, its decrease, and what it means for you.
(Would you like to continue RP? Sorry I haven’t been on for awhile)
Post self-deleted by Akilianlamordianipor.
Vasilios Articoli will be glad to hold this meeting. We would like to see if this meeting would be able to take place in a city in Akilianlamordianipor, by the name of "Livan", it is located on our north eastern coast of our nation
Due to the lack of foreign goods in Ottarria foreign sectary Jade VanCas wishes to meet Antonius Blairus leader of 
Lignuntia and Marcus leopard the PM of the kingdom of 
Gold and iron to enhance trade relations and better the relationship between all 3 nations. The meeting shall be held in Hayes in Alpathonia.
Telephone Call from the Oval Office to 69 Hotharbour Lane
BRING BRING.....
Jade VanCas picks up the phone at a fast pace "HELUR" she blurted out.
T A L I M A N I A
The Kingdom of the Imu People
The Kingdom of Talimania is a kingdom located in the northern continent, dubbed by the native people's as "Damidia". It is located west of the Punic nation of Qart Qart Hadasht², north of the Axilonia Oshukerith¹, and South of the Stewartikans⁸.
Got states map up. Thanks for the help 
Warholea
TIPA would like to say thanks (TIPA is the terrorist and insurgent prevention agency, but more acts as the cia if some conspiracies are correct, they do torture and are also secret police)
Consul Blairus responds in a official and dignified voice "Salve Dominae Vancas, I'm quite interested in your proposal, I'd like to hear more from you." he was intrigued and invested.
If I remember that is your spy Agency type thing right? If so...
🧨🧨🧨
yeah, i said id like to get involved in civil war sometime
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(Start from where we left off?)
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