The East PacificBoard

Someone created a nation which wrote:

For some reason, this reminded me of the nation named Bruno Mars and it ceased to exist. So Bruno Mars ceased to exist.

If only it was real

beantown

Liberterk wrote:

So what have I missed

Nothing much m8.

o-o

Huggers united wrote:

o-o

*Changes flag* <-< >-> *scampers away*

Opiline wrote:

*throws a pangwin at huggers*

*Hugs it*

Opiline wrote:

*sneakaly hugs huggers*

^-^

They will both burn. I can´t wait to see the look on the Empress´s face when the Tzar bursts into her shab of a palace to have a little ...talk.

The Angel of Charity wrote:

"Hault it in Shiro."
The air is fresh, full of the salt spray of the sea. A small fishing boat motors through the waves two men on the boat. One is old, his skin sagging, and his face blotched, his eyes are covered in the lines that mark antiquity. A younger man, plays with a fishing line, his dark hair wet with the salt spray. His muscles strain as he fights an invisible opponent, pulling on the line.
The fish emerges, glimmering in the halflight of the dawn. The young man, Shiro, clubs it, then weighs it with a quiet appraisal. "Not half bad for a first catch. Ay, old man?"
He stares at it for a second. "I've seen better. After all, there was that 30 pounder I caught last month."
"You mean the one that a shark got before you could show us?"
"Aye." The man nods seriously, then frowns, pointing over to the sea behind Shiro. "You see that?"
He turns, squinting at the sun. He spies the Felterian refugees, and nods. "Yeah... Shipwreck victims?"
The man nods, turning the tiller. The small, rust covered craft motors over languidly, approaching the two men.

It is evident even from afar that they've been a sea for a considerable amount of time. One of the men is wearing a torn yellow suit and black pants, he is short and seems to be calm considering the situation. The other is wearing a blue suit and white pants and is clearly more desparate than the other, however they are taller than average. They both have no footwear and the price of timber they are situated on is mainly submerged but just above enough that they both can sit on it. They spot the boat coming towards them through the sunglare on the ocean. As they see the boat both of them even the calmer one begin to wave thier arms. They look somewhat Felterian or atleast from Orientalis.
"There's someone"
"Finally"
"Think the others got out ok?"
"From what I saw the other two headed towards Plazland"
"Ah, think they broke the contract?"
"'Ventually they all will"
"Most likely"
"They only got one other pair eh?"
"Yea"
"Hope this isn't Plazland. I've been followin' up their government and that ain't safe to be in"

Why is frightening a good thing?

Greater felter wrote:

Boo

It doesn’t make sense

good afternoon everyone