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LETS KILL THIS COMMIE [REDACTED]
"Hey, do you know how long I had to lobby the Internationale to give those!?"
You will goose yourself loose and my forces will stomp on yours and say "there goes the deuce"
Within a matter of hours half of there military bases have been destroyed by IGBM
Am gonna go now... ;-;
Bye, see ya! :D
But fighting jsut started
*my soldier who are high on meth waltz into Catboiistan
Petea and Catboiistan
Patriotic music is played as my troops land in the major cities gunning down any non-weird military personnel
Petea and Catboiistan
I seem to recall it taking at most a month to get back to last year's levels. There was no permanent damage whatsoever. +Europe is an influence farm so the raiders couldn't kick out any veterans, and actually helped with the spam problem.
oh and any endo cap & raid associations are negative to me because of that one tnp newspapertitle thing that was very much victim blaming
Oh yeah! Almost forgot, before I leave... I have a little question...
Is my nation weird? Like the bad kind?
Is your nation strange?? Kinda but your more weird then strange
That's Great and cool! :D
Yup!
The Glorious Red Army of the People's Democratic Republic of Catboiistan gloriously uses its outdated equipment and demoralized militas to slowly get beaten back into its core territories.
*I take a page out of the german book and I start blitzkreig*
Guys, knowhere exists solely for RP yk?
And then came the forces of oblivion. Out of the sewers, the trash cans, the homes, the streets, the hordes of catboys did arrive. Beastly men, short yet monstrous, adorable yet crooked, they had no mercy and they had no reason. They did not negotiate. They did not stall. They only slaughtered. Oh how foolish the forces of Reantree were to dare to blitzerkreg into heart the vicious beast who made vile noises. Like a great light brigade they made their play, only to be impaled on the revolutionary sword. In an instant they were surrounded, no retreat and no salvation. One by one, their forces were cut down in the cities and deserts of a land a thousand miles away from their homes. Not a single soldier would see their families against as their limbs and bodies were hacked away, disfigured beyond recognition, pummeled into the mere dust that flows in the wind. And on their corpses rose the marching beat of thousands of men, the brutal victors of this great gambit, the Red Army of Catboiistan.
Don't care I like it.
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