Jeddaven

AFGHAN: A NEW TOMORROW

tf is this shit

BLOOD & IRON: IMPERIAL AMBITION

To add on to Clock's question, can we run nations that are composed of native groups to these isles - either tribal societies or old kingdoms? I like the idea of playing with a country with high levels of access to magic (but low technology) and I thought this could be a good place for it

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

Martin Luther Gandhi Mandela stood in front of the UN, clicking and clacking in his alien language. After every sentence, Microsoft Sam translated for him. The entire audience sat politely and listened, nodding along to his every word. Through the magical connotations of alien language and its verses of pure poetry, Martin Luther Gandhi Mandela proposed peace on earth.

At the conclusion of his speech, everyone cheered the alien and gave him a standing ovation. Several ambassadors cried tears of joy. They all showered the former alien refugee with flowers.

All of a sudden, world leaders began to take the stage.

Kim Il Sung: "You know, I never thought about it that way. Maybe I have been treating my people badly all along, and for that I am sorry. Truly your experiences have taught us humans to grow beyond our petty nature."

Saddam Hussein: "With Martin Luther Gandhi Mandela's pointed talks on diversity and inclusion, I have decided to step down from power and appoint an equalitarian and multi ethnic council to govern complicated Iraqi affairs."

Deng Xiaoping: "Wow, all I have to say is that we are going to allow everyone a free forum to talk about their feelings. The police are disarmed, come to Tiananmen Square and we'll sort everything out."

Martin Luther Gandhi Mandela bowed and turned to the newly created country of Zimbabwe to offer them a special appreciation for proving that racism is wrong. He then left aboard a spaceship back to District 9.

@TheEvanCat

Mao (he is still alive) calls for the people of the world to rise up against capitalism and kill all the landlords and counterrevolutionaries. He gives Martin Luther Gandhi Mandela a copy of the Little Red Book.

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

The force at the core leading our cause forward is the Chinese Communist Party. The theoretical basis guiding our thinking is Marxism-Leninism. Opening address at the First Session of the First National People's Congress of the People's Republic of China (September 15, 1954). If there is to be revolution, there must be a revolutionary party. Without a revolutionary party, without a party built on the Marxist-Leninist revolutionary theory and in the Marxist-Leninist revolutionary style, it is impossible to lead the working class and the broad masses of the people in defeating imperialism and its running dogs. "Revolutionary Forces of the World Unite, Fight Against Imperialist Aggression!" (November 1948), Selected Works, Vol. IV, p. 284.* Without the efforts of the Chinese Communist Party, without the Chinese Communists as the mainstay of the Chinese people, China can never achieve independence and liberation, or industrialization and the modernization of her agriculture. "On Coalition Government" (April 24, 1945), Selected Works, Vol. III, p. 318.* The Chinese Communist Party is the core of leadership of the whole Chinese people. Without this core, the cause of socialism cannot be victorious. Talk at the general reception for the delegates to the Third National Congress of the New Democratic Youth League of China (May 25, 1957). A well-disciplined Party armed with the theory of Marxism-Leninism, using the method of self-criticism and linked with the masses of the people; an army under the leadership of such a Party; a united front of all revolutionary classes and all revolutionary groups under the leadership of such a Party these are the three main weapons with which we have defeated the enemy.

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

Scenario where Nazi Germany wins
Rp community: this is fine

Scenario where Rhodesia exists
Rp community: NOPE

@RHODESIANRLI

No to both

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

Public outrage in the US forces a complete pull-out from Africa, giving communist guerillas free reign.

RHODESIA A NEW FUTURE

Rhodesia ceases to exist because it's a racist failed state

Model Russian Federation Roleplay

<Snipped quote by Jeddaven>

But I am to sex dolls as the Worst Toilet in Scotland is to toilets in Scotland

@Dinh AaronMk

It's a sex puppet, not doll.

Stupid bad idiot.

Model Russian Federation Roleplay

I take five hits of Krokdile and become a skeleton immediately.

@Dinh AaronMk

I make a sex puppet out of your corpse in the mean streets of Novosibirsk

alpine republic

THE BANKER

A BESPECTACLED MAN typed furiously at a computer, the flashing white screen of Twitter flashing information at him at light speed. Dozens of bite-sized messages, poorly worded and never edited. After all, who had time to include a source for their information when the message was so small? He bit his lip, scrolling down the screen furiously. Images both tame and extreme passed through his screen. A man ranting about immigrants. An anthropomorphic horse (with feminine characteristics) having intercourse with another anthropomorphic creature by means of an engorged sexual apparatus. Memetic imagery of Leonardo DeCaprio as the "Wolf of Wall Street" accompanying an inspirational quote. He ignored them all. He needed answers.

Then, he found it. A large JPEG of a monkey took up the entirety of his widescreen curved monitor. The Tweet, though short, advertised great riches. He clicked further. It was a link. Through time and cyberspace, he journeyed through the blue-tinted text and ended up on a website with only one goal: the achieve wealth. Dozens, no, hundreds of monkey JPEGs filled the screen. Each one had a price tag attached. Some of them wore hats, some of them wore glasses. Many of them were silly and wacky. The Banker did not care about the value of these monkeys: he knew what he had to do.

Within seconds, he found one that he liked. The brown-furred monkey... no, it was an ape... spoke to The Banker's innermost desires. He wore a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and, curiously, a yellow tie. The Banker liked yellow: it both felt similar to gold and similarly removed himself from the "binary" red versus blue politics of the conservatives and liberals. Truly, they were the sheep. A cool set of Oakley sunglasses were perched atop the ape's nose, his mouth curled into a sneer.

The Banker clicked buy. Within microseconds, the cryptocurrency in his wallet tunneled through cyberspace to reach this exchange. By the time his brain registered the decision that his fingers had made, The Banker had exchanged digital cash for digital goods. Not that he planned to keep this: the ape was far more valuable to him dead than alive. This did not stop him from making it his Twitter profile picture.

So The Banker flaunted this ape. He joined their society. He posted on their Discord. He was on top of the world. The line always went up. Others joined his society. They all wanted apes. They all wanted to be in the club. The Banker held onto his blue-suited ape and bought more. Not just apes, but other creatures as well. Cats (an internet classic) were in high demand. Dogs were passe by now, not cute enough. Niche animals. He even made his own: whatever covered the Ethereum's gas.

As The Banker ingrained himself into the community, the reigns of his power extended across cyberspace. He was king of several domains. He bought out several other societies, their JPEGs were simply inferior. He enjoyed the spoils of his riches: the old office chair that he enjoyed was now replaced by a Gamer chair so he could trade in luxury.

Yet one day, he received a DM on his Twitter account. He flaunted the blue-suited ape, of course; everyone knew he was wealthy. In the messages, there was a profile picture of a bearded man in a flannel shirt posing happily with a golden AR-15. The Mountaineer was his only name. He asked him The Banker question:

"Dear sir, I see you are a fellow entrepreneur. The Alpine Republic needs help: it has sunk too deep into the swamp. We could use wealthy industry magnates like yourself to help fight the liberal elite. You give the bitcoin, I give the guns. It's an investment you cannot refuse."

The Banker sat and thought deeply, his fingers stroking his neckbeard. With a coy smile, he typed back in agreement. Then, taking a sip of his Mountain Dew, he minimized the window and pulled up his FOREX exchange: it was time to short Alpine Dollars.

@TheEvanCat

The Banker received a message from Obama Prism:

By xxxCumcoinxxx

Sincerely,
Baraccolini