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3 yrs ago
Current I can't believe this site is 9 years old lol I remember the old site moving over to this one
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10 yrs ago
I love the North, it's so quaintly barbaric.
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Retired

Still check in from time-to-time though. This website literally hasn't changed since Mahz migrated it over like 8 years ago lol

BTW, anyone from Minecraft Forum/RPGuild days who remembers me (especially among the Precipice/Pokemon Mystery Dungeon circles), hit me up on PM! I won't reply super quickly but I will eventually hit you guys back!

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Imagine in the future you have to deal with people that have uploaded themselves onto the internet, so they're like viruses and pop-ups.


Or Youtube comments.
Do people just start feeling really old and cynical when they turn 20? I'm 17 and feel young as a spring chicken.
The Republic of Ulster


St. Angelo Airport, Enniskillen, County Fermanagh

The radio crackled to life and a cheer echoed throughout the air hangar.

"Good man, Gerry!" laughed Ian McCallum, clapping Gerry the engineer on the back. "See if you can find Foyle Radio there, lad". There was only radio static as the engineer bent over the tiny radio and fiddled with some wires. The tension in the room was reaching breaking point just as the radio roared into life. There was wild cheers and jumping as the group of scavengers began to sing to the old Ulster classic, "Alternative Ulster" by the ancient Belfast folk band, Stiff Little Fingers.



Rain pattered on the cast-roof just as the song faded away into static. "Ah jesus, lads, lets start this before the rain gets shite" grumbled Ian, slinging his gun onto his back and pulling his hood over his head. "Right, Gerry, what should we pull in first?" Gerry the engineer jumped to his feet and jogged across to the open hangar doors. The hangar was completely bare, apart from the small tents and campfire the scavengers had set up the night before. There were six of them in all - Gerry, Ian, Wee John, Big John, Gary and Ians son, Aaron.

Scavenging was a specialised profession in the Republic of Ulster - seeing as prior to the war, Ulster was largely poverty-ridden and rural, it seemed there wasn't much to scavenge. But Ian and his crew always found a way. Tiny airports, paramilitary weaponry caches and British bases dotted the land and there was a gold mine of machinery parts, food and weapons to be sold in Derry. Ian used a team of horses to drag the parts back to a safehouse he'd hidden deep in the hills of Donegal and then drag the whole lot to Derry for sale. It was hard work, stripping down vehicles or risking their necks in old army bases but it paid well.

"Aye, ye see that auld propeller plane down there? Hitch the horses up to that and drag it down it here. We can strip it down, sure, they love that engine shite in Derry" said Gerry, twisting his face into a horrible smile. Gerry was a toothless old bastard but he could strip anything down in a matter of hours.

"Right, that's grand. Aaron and Gary, get the horses. We'll get the fucking ropes and make sure that big cunt of a plane doesn't blow up on us" nodded Ian, directing Wee John and Big John to follow him out to the runway.

Ian jammed his hands into the pockets of his hoody as a sharp breeze cut across the runaway. "Fuckin' cauld..." murmured Wee John as he lumbered behind Ian. Wee John, despite his namesake, was the biggest man Ian had ever seen. He could lift five barrels of beer over his shoulder without losing a breath and was so powerfully built his clothes often ripped from his muscles. His best friend, Big John, stood at a modest five feet and was a small rat of a man. He was always hearing rumours of this and that and researched pre-war Ulster history extensively. He was quiet but a useful asset to Ian's work.

The airplane was ancient, even by pre-war standards. It's white paint was cracked and peeling. Both tires were flat and the one of the wings looked ready to fall off. The cockpit was a simple affair and Wee John lifted Ian into it to get a better look. The glass was cracked but still intact. "I dunno, lads, this looks a bit shite" said Ian, investigating the sides of the cockpit. "Ah well, Gerry will get something out of it".

Wee John lifted Ian back down to the ground. The three men began throwing ropes across the plane, careful not to damage any of it. They finished quickly and took shelter under a wing as they waited for Aaron and Gary to return with the horses.

"Where are those fuckin' bastards now..." murmured Ian, jamming his gloved hands into his pockets once again.

Lough Neagh, West Shore

"What d'you think, lads?" asked Captain Burns.

"Aye, she's looking well" smiled Private Adams. The boat bobbed in the water. It had been recently waxed and clean. It was ready for another season of fishing, by the looks of it. But there was no fishing to be done on the LÉ Béal Inse today. "Right, get on board, boys" barked Seargeant Paisley. "Aye, sir!" replied the men, saluting. The soldiers jumped onto the boat carefully. It bobbed violently as Private McGuinness jumped on, cackling. "Fuck you, McGuinness" snarled Private Adams, leaning on the side of the boat. He was terrified of boats. When the ten soldiers were on board, jumped on board last.

"Captain Burns, if you'll please..." nodded Paisley. The Captain scratched his white beard and nodded. "Right, boys. Lough Neagh's about 15 km across. When you land on the opposite shore, you've to go to the auld car garage a mile inland and see if you can secure it. Remember, lads, this is near Ground Zero. The fuckers dropped a bomb on Belfast and fucked up half the population there. Do not engage anyone seen on the Lough Neagh without prior orders and for fuck sakes, don't fall in".

The was a smattering of laughter as the soldiers nodded. Captain Burns retreated to the cockpit and the boat roared into life. It was powered by electricty but with energy being in such short supply these days, it had to move slowly. "We'll get there in about 5 hours" growled Paisley, glaring at Private McGuinness before he could open his mouth.

"Don't say a fucking word, Private McGuinness or I will fucking throw you in".
The Republic of Ulster




The orange in Ulster.

Political Party:
Orange Order

Type of Government:
Parliamentary Republic

Date Out of Bunker:
2240

Productions:
-Agriculture
-Shipbuilding
-Clothing

History of the Nation:

With the fall of Belfast and the perceived abandonment by the British, Ulster largely retreated into the British-made "Shelters", which dotted the border counties and larger cities across Northern Ireland. However, there was never a threat of nuclear war made on the Republic of Ireland and Dublin stayed intact. In the weeks following their closest neighbour, it became apparent that large clouds of radiation were travelling across the Irish Sea from Europe and the country was put under a state of emergency. Many Irish people fled to the deep countryside or the shelters dotted across the country.

In Ulster, shelters were largely mixed, which was a change to the usual segregation by religious lines. Despite sectarian violence being common in the early years, over time, many Protestants and Catholics made their peace and it was decided in the large Belfast Shelter that upon returning to the surface, the people of Northern Ireland would no longer seek unification with the Republic of Ireland nor the United Kingdom. Instead, the province of Ulster would become it's own state, with its own laws and customs. This idea of an independent Ulster proved popular in the Belfast Shelter, especially with the younger generations who were taught to stand against the violence of their ancestors.

When the Belfast Shelter opened its doors in 2240, it found a barren wasteland where the city of Belfast once stood. The leaders of the Vault came into contact with survivors quickly. The idea of a fully independent Ulster was popular among survivors, who had largely ignored contact with other religious groups in Northern Ireland. The Derry Vault was opened by the members of the Belfast Shelter and the Republic of Ulster was proclaimed in Derry in 2262 by delegates from across Ulster. They laid claim to the old province of Ulster, from the tip of Malins Head in Donegal to the old border of Cavan. It took years of treaties and the occasional military conquest to form the Ulsterian Republic that stand today.

The old Republic of Ireland was no longer in existance and was instead inhabited by various small city states, built around the old counties they called home. Despite facing no nuclear attack, the Republic of Ireland collapsed shortly after the rest of Europe due to the pressure of no longer having viable trading partners. The Republic of Ulster shows little interest in expanding its border beyond their current form and have largely stayed on good terms with the city states in the south.

In todays Ulster, the area around Belfast is lawless and mutated. The capital, a famous walled city on the River Foyle called Derry, is the largest city in Ulster and by some predictions, the island of Ireland. Many Ulsterians are still divided on religious lines but the old issue of British or Irish was blown up along with Stormont Castle. Many don't feel Irish or British but simply Ulsterian or rarely, Northern Irish. The various paramilitary groups that existed before the bombs fell still exist in some form or another but only serve as the military wing of the political parties. The standing army largely uses weaponry stolen from old Irish or British army bases that now lay within its borders.

The Ulster Republic views the United Kingdom with suspicion and fears future attack from the British Crown. They have had limited contact with their neighbours and view this as a blessing rather than a curse. Still largely isolationist, the Ulsterians will soon need to begin extending their diplomatic arms or face the end of their independence.

Main Race:
Ulsterian/Northern Irish

Main Religions:
Catholicism: 48%
Protestantism: 43%
Other: 9%

Other:

Orange Order: Ulster Separatism/Protestant/UDA/Right-wing

Sinn Fein: Ulster Separatism/Catholic/NIRA/Left-wing

Population: 2,500,000

The Republic of Ulster




The orange in Ulster.

Political Party:
Orange Order

Type of Government:
Parliamentary Republic

Date Out of Bunker:
2240

Productions:
-Agriculture
-Shipbuilding
-Clothing

History of the Nation:

With the fall of Belfast and the perceived abandonment by the British, Ulster largely retreated into the British-made "Shelters", which dotted the border counties and larger cities across Northern Ireland. However, there was never a threat of nuclear war made on the Republic of Ireland and Dublin stayed intact. In the weeks following their closest neighbour, it became apparent that large clouds of radiation were travelling across the Irish Sea from Europe and the country was put under a state of emergency. Many Irish people fled to the deep countryside or the shelters dotted across the country.

In Ulster, shelters were largely mixed, which was a change to the usual segregation by religious lines. Despite sectarian violence being common in the early years, over time, many Protestants and Catholics made their peace and it was decided in the large Belfast Shelter that upon returning to the surface, the people of Northern Ireland would no longer seek unification with the Republic of Ireland nor the United Kingdom. Instead, the province of Ulster would become it's own state, with its own laws and customs. This idea of an independent Ulster proved popular in the Belfast Shelter, especially with the younger generations who were taught to stand against the violence of their ancestors.

When the Belfast Shelter opened its doors in 2240, it found a barren wasteland where the city of Belfast once stood. The leaders of the Vault came into contact with survivors quickly. The idea of a fully independent Ulster was popular among survivors, who had largely ignored contact with other religious groups in Northern Ireland. The Derry Vault was opened by the members of the Belfast Shelter and the Republic of Ulster was proclaimed in Derry in 2262 by delegates from across Ulster. They laid claim to the old province of Ulster, from the tip of Malins Head in Donegal to the old border of Cavan. It took years of treaties and the occasional military conquest to form the Ulsterian Republic that stand today.

The old Republic of Ireland was no longer in existance and was instead inhabited by various small city states, built around the old counties they called home. Despite facing no nuclear attack, the Republic of Ireland collapsed shortly after the rest of Europe due to the pressure of no longer having viable trading partners. The Republic of Ulster shows little interest in expanding its border beyond their current form and have largely stayed on good terms with the city states in the south.

In todays Ulster, the area around Belfast is lawless and mutated. The capital, a famous walled city on the River Foyle called Derry, is the largest city in Ulster and by some predictions, the island of Ireland. Many Ulsterians are still divided on religious lines but the old issue of British or Irish was blown up along with Stormont Castle. Many don't feel Irish or British but simply Ulsterian or rarely, Northern Irish. The various paramilitary groups that existed before the bombs fell still exist in some form or another but only serve as the military wing of the political parties. The standing army largely uses weaponry stolen from old Irish or British army bases that now lay within its borders.

The Ulster Republic views the United Kingdom with suspicion and fears future attack from the British Crown. They have had limited contact with their neighbours and view this as a blessing rather than a curse. Still largely isolationist, the Ulsterians will soon need to begin extending their diplomatic arms or face the end of their independence.

Main Race:
Ulsterian/Northern Irish

Main Religions:
Catholicism: 48%
Protestantism: 43%
Other: 9%

Other:

Orange Order: Ulster Separatism/Protestant/UDA/Right-wing

Sinn Fein: Ulster Separatism/Catholic/NIRA/Left-wing

Population: 2,500,000

I can try and finish this goddamned post I've had sitting in my inbox for January the 6th, no problem. I can't say it'll be an important post but it'll probably be pushing the Turks off of the Square and knocking the statue down.
Speaking of resized images, the map in the OP is for ants:

Damn, its the best I've ever done in one of these things. GG, I thought my Hamlet alter-ego had it in the bag but looks like he succumbed to panic in the end.
At least the hatchet had some use.
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