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nah thats fine mate
but cheers mate
K
I love my flag!
British calradia, Peatiktist, Brethren, and DarKspawnerreich
Wiranath, Zukchiva, British calradia, Danelaw Scandinavia, and 3 othersBrethren, Levantin, and DarKspawnerreich
Even though I don't care much for American politicians, I don't think the president's doing much to address the issue at all.
Heck, Richard Nixon talked with anti-war protesters at the Lincoln Memorial for TWO HOURS. That guy was practically impeached and he still addressed protesters.
I never really cared for Trump, really. People voted for him and I didn't care for his policies. But when your nation is in crisis, you have to step up and lead people. I swear, if the president had done the appropriate things during these protests and riots, he could be praised by both the left and the right. But the choice of antagonizing and polarizing the political spectrum to bounds nobody has ever ventured into is a dangerous path for all Americans.
Plazland, Zukchiva, British calradia, Peatiktist, and 4 othersDanelaw Scandinavia, Brethren, Terreich und Preussen, and DarKspawnerreich
"Sorry for not doing this at night. There were other operations happening and the mass amount of returning planes and our advanced tech will allow us to keep ourselves from being detected." Thyra says. The private jet quickly descends, its elegant yet aerodynamic look allowing it to move faster, though it may hide secrets.
Thyra saw they got close to that other flight and she knew along with her party that prying eyes could've caught them as they descended, so they had to use their other way out. A piece of the bottom of the plane opened up as Thyra and her party unloaded. They were civilians clothes to hide their status. Thyra hid in the middle, hidden by her white cloak and her party.
I wish the Republican and Democratic Parties stop screwing us over with bad presidential candidates.
Zukchiva, British calradia, Gorbastan, Danelaw Scandinavia, and 1 otherDarKspawnerreich
I'd wish they'd disappear into a void.
(The concept of the parties, not the people themselves.)
British calradia, Danelaw Scandinavia, Terreich und Preussen, and DarKspawnerreich
George Washington 2020
Wiranath, Zukchiva, British calradia, Danelaw Scandinavia, and 1 otherDarKspawnerreich
I wish America returned to the British Empire
*Doomer Face*
Do you think that Valsora is capable of establishing a calendar?
British calradia and DarKspawnerreich
Nope, our roleplays are too whack to follow an irl timeline or anything based upon it
You can ask Nova about it, but imo probably not
British calradia, Terreich und Preussen, and DarKspawnerreich
OOC: this story is a public secret, meaning that the general public of Valsora doesn't know this happens.
Magia was exhausted. Her fingers were full of cuts from the sewing needles and her forehead was full of sweatbeads from the lack of cool air through the sweatshop. Magia was a neko immigrant from Solistas who moved to Ancobristan looking for work. Because she was a neko, she was assigned to the Class-C labor group and is employed in a textile sweatshop in the large industrial city of Euzbek. Her assignment was to stitch the infamous "Made in Ancobristan" on the back of every shirt she'd been given. This was her first day on the job and even though she knew she would have to work hard, she never expected sewing to be this difficult
Magia stitched the final letter into the back of the shirt and set it to the side. A loud whistle blew through the sweatshop and her furry ears perked up in excitement. She looked at the stairs that sat underneath a large sign which said "Ciężka praca jest kluczem do wolności!" (Hard work is the key to Freedom!). Foreign workers flooded onto the stairs with excitement with no resistance. She looked around the room and to her surprise, no other non-human in the sweatshop jumped out of their seat.
Curious, Magia thought. She brushed it off and turned her sewing machine and desk lamp off, then grabbed her thin jacket. Her ears twitched with excitement as she zipped it closed. Magia stuffed her aching hands into her jacket pockete and walked away from her station, not expecting resistance. Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her slender arm. She yelped and was brought to the ground. Magia twisted around and looked up at her three pursuers, her eyes darting frantically to each of them.
"Where do you think you're going, girl?" asked the person in the center, a woman in a light blue overcoat and dress skirt. She held a small tablet in her hand which displayed lengthy spreadsheet. To her left and right, two men in suits flanked her, sinister baton fixed on both of them. Magia stood. "Er... The whistle blew, so I thought it was time to leave-"
"Do you see any of your fellow workers getting up and leaving?" the woman barked. Magia's ears scrunched up. "I- I thought they didn't hear it..."
The woman snickered. "I see you are new to this job." She brought the tablet up and scrolled through the spreadsheet. "You're a non-human, so you're a Class-C..." As she hunted through the spreadsheet, Magia looked behind her at the work stations. Other Class-C's either hid their faces or watched with grievance. "Aha," the woman said. "Let's see. Class-B and Class-D gets off at this time. Meanwhile you and your other Class-C friends don't get off until you are done."
Magia's ears sprang up. "What?" She stomped her foot on the concrete floor. "That's unfair!" The woman leaned back and listened to Magia's outrage. "You don't have a right to protest, sweetheart."
"Of course I f-cking do!" Magia shouted, her ears leaned back in frustration. "This is practically slavery! This should change-"
Magia's sentence was cut short by a splitting pain coming from her left. One of the men struck Magia with his baton. She fell back and landed on the floor. She groaned and felt her temple and pulled her hand back. Blood now covered her fingertips. Magia looked up, tears now welling up in her eyes.
"This is a place of labor dear, not protest." said the woman. "You chose to work in Ancobristan." She leaned over Magia now. "What is our labor code, dear?"
"Labor is the key to freedom."
"What was that?"
"Labor is the key to freedom."
"Say it louder, damnit!"
"Labor is the key to freedom!"
"And you would like freedom, would you not?" the woman said out loud, rising. "Freedom doesn't come free, you should know that. It doesn't help you at all by protesting." Magia stood, her tears streaking down her face. The woman came up behind her, speaking in her ear. "Fifty credits will be deducted from your final check this week for wasting my time. Don't do this sh-t again or the outcome will be worse."
The woman walked away, along with the two men. Magia broke down and began crying. Her legs gave out underneath her and she landed on her knees. She looked up at the ceiling, her vision blurry.
"Why? Why?"
Wiranath, Shavara, Brethren, Evrigenis, and 1 otherDarKspawnerreich
"Lame Duck Policies":
Select Focus:
Executive Orders:
In wake of the ICP losing the election, Iron Chancellor Dirvaghn will have the opportunity to establiah several long-standing policies that will be impossible to revoke until after the next election.
Or
Inveatigate the Election:
The sudden rise in political radicalism is unprecedented and concerning to a certain degree. An investigation while still in office may be prudent to preserving the Zweite Eisenreichsrepublik.
Peatiktist, Shavara, and Aivintis
Repost because I remembered I made this
Wiranath, Shavara, and DarKspawnerreich
This is compelling storytelling that highlights the RL political issues we face. A little suggestion for improvement is to get in the head a little bit more of the non-POV woman. Why does she think her cruelty toward Magia is justified?
Wiranath, Brethren, DarKspawnerreich, and Royabad
Hello Plazland.
Plazland and Azachland
Nekis are the devil's. Better to get rid of them completely.
Post self-deleted by DarKspawnerreich.
Greetings.
Have you checked discord recently?
Shavara and DarKspawnerreich
I like the flag!
^-^
You're going to get annoyed and slap me in the face, but it's 'San Sierran', not 'Shavaran' anymore.
The leader of Ancobristan is cordially invited to Thriwich to speak with Her Holiness the Archdolphop regarding the island of Muyeong.
Shavara, Ancobristan, and DarKspawnerreich
Me: Opens more than one tab in Google Chrome
My laptop fan: BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Peatiktist, Shavara, and Levantin
I replied to you btw :)
Shavara, Evrigenis, and DarKspawnerreich
Lmao same.
I swear every fricking time I turn on that piece of sh!t it does that
Plazland, Shavara, Aivintis, and DarKspawnerreich
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