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Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

Alrighty then.
PEOPLES, GET YOUR APPS OUT.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

India
"So, will you be able to bring our deal before your government?" said Brent, completely ignoring the Indian Diplomat. There was excitement in the air as a few of the Canadian diplomats were having a quite celebration. Soon the Canadians would expand again.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

Shadowkiller, I prefer you not make multiple nations. Only make a nation out of the states you claimed, I do not want to keep track of a bunch of NPC nations.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

India
"Well then... David did bring up something that we though you might take for India. In exchange for giving The Canadian Empire complete control of India, we would be willing to help you in a war to claim territories of the US. I am sure there are some you are interested in." David again said this with a more of a know you want to tone. He adjusted his suit and tie, knowing that the British would take the deal.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

Sure thing

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Triarian Synthing Facility
The Griffons looked on in horror.
"Sir teleport talismans are fully recharged, we can leave as soon as possible." said one of the Griffons
"Lets go, were bring this to the Princesses. War is the only way to end this madness..' was the Squad Leaders response to the Griffon, as they teleported back out, got onto the Vertiberd and left, preparing for what would be a long, long, war.

Void of the Stars: A sci-Fi Nation Roleplay

Triarian Synthing Facility
One of the Griffons started to make a move to attempt and intervene, but was quickly put to stop by the Griffon leader.
"Stick to mission parameters, we remain stealthed as long as possible" said the leader through the helmets small comm network. The Griffons squad moved forward, there helmets slowly mapping the facility. The Griffons moved forward before they heard screams. They broke into a trot towards the noise, they peered inside what appeared to be some sort of operating room, only knowing whatever lied inside was horrible and immoral.

Precipice of War - We Write Under The Sign Of The Goat

Someone has already posted a app as Brazil, so no.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

Its a crappy opening post but oh well.

Born of Conflict(Post-WW3 NRP)

Somewhere in India
A limousine was guarded by two APCs. Inside the limousine was Brent Bradsworth, the Minister of Foreign Relations for The Canadian Empire, heading to yet another meeting with the British to discuss who owns India. Sand was kicked up behind the small caravan as they traveled in the hot desert heat, hoping to reach the meeting site soon. Inside the limousine Brent was sweating a bit as he was wearing a full on suit, however he though to himself that those brutish British would not respect such fine clothing. The caravans stopped at what looked like a Governmental building, various vehicles already parked showing that the British were awaiting the Canadians inside. Brent and a few other diplomats stepped out and went inside. Brent spoke to the assembled British Diplomats
"There is only one way this will go down, and that is India is recognized as under Canadian Control" Brent said this with a strict authoritative accent.