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Leaked name 😭
Yes, especially with WMDs
lol (yay privacy violation)
No not about Lenovo, I was talking about my friend, wrong region. Wrong quote. My bad. Fk auto correct corrected Ienovos name to Lenovo wait I and l are same ohhhh my god I mean oh my Allah.....
yeah, nice flag btw!
It's fake bro, * and he prank prank you know? Sorry if my english like yo- I mean trash me fram Arab nation so me no no English man/woman so yes. By the Sir/madam you from USSR? If yes then you are berry luck sir/madam. Have a nice good day sir/madam.
Thank you ☺️
Thank you, good day to you too Toy/ota 😇
Yeah you can send them
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Omg I just noticed you can search in the RMB.
The light, florescent lights shone down upon Boris Kinng in his office...
He had got up dark and early, the sun wasn't even out yet. He needed to care for his family somehow, and Immigration was the only job that was willing to take someone who wasn't all that qualified for other jobs, like Boris. He would stay in this glorified box until nine in the afternoon, then he could go back to his kids. He pressed a button on a microphone and said into it, "We are now open, please drive to the window."
The first car in the long line drove up to the window. It was a dinky little truck, clearly an old model, looked like it had been through a lot, it was covered in mud and scratches, and the right headlight was broken. A young woman with dirty, old clothing rolled down the window, she had a few children with her, bouncing around in the back seat playing thumb war. "Papers please," Boris said, resting his head on his hand... The man put a few papers in a chute, the papers were delivered directly to Boris and were deposited onto his desk. She had most of the documents needed, except for one, medical papers. With the new zombie crisis, he was instructed to not let anyone through unless they had proof that they weren't infected.
He sent the papers back and pressed the button on his microphone, "Sorry, I cannot allow you to enter Conirro, you don't have your medical papers. We need confirmation that you aren't infected. Please, drive your car forward and take an immediate left to get back to the main road."
Boris saw the woman's eyes widen, she looked down, at her steering wheel, and then back to her kids. Her mouth was moving, but he couldn't hear anything she was saying. He knew that pain. He knew what it was like to be desperate, to work your hardest and still only just be barely able to care for your family. "I wish you luck..." He whispered under his breath. She smiled weakly to her kids, then rolled up her window and drove off.
"Next!" Boris announced into the microphone.
Two days passed before Lashen called the kaiserin again; the Dietslands were starting to face the rebellion, and when the Mumbai infected numbers were rising.
He had something important to tell her, but now it would have to be sidelined. That didn't stop him from starting the conversation with it.
"Your majesty, Maria, I wanted to let you know that I've set the funeral for tomorrow. I can't continue without laying her to rest, and it is my duty to let you know about it. I hope you have no objections now, like you didn't have any before."
A funeral without any of her family attending. Lashen wondered when they would get the chance to honour her properly, and if such a chance would ever come. How would he ever face Archduke Rudolph, and Archduchess Maria, again, after falling to protect their daughter?
He continued. "But that shouldn't be the topic for today. Tell me about the situation at home, with the rebellion. I don't know how I can help...but I need to know."
As the livestream ended, the director called, "Cut!" The tension in the room seemed to ease, but the weight of the situation lingered. The Kaiserin turned to Alexander, offering a reassuring smile. "You did great, Alexander. Your words will resonate with the people. They needed to hear that strength and determination right now."
But as the adrenaline of the broadcast faded, a softer thought crossed her mind. Her voice lowered, and she took a step closer to him. "I just... I wanted to ask. Is Prince Daniel alright? With everything happening, I’ve been thinking about him. Has he... maybe mentioned me at all?" She tried to hide the emotion in her voice, but it was hard. She missed him, and with the chaos around them, she couldn’t help but worry.
Ienovo and Franchetti
What dI’m d I miss?
He nodded as he looked at Maria. He turned to his Advisor who told him about the protests and nodded.
He looked at her smiling when he heard her tone. "His fine Maria please don't worry. I don't know if he mentioned you because I haven't seen my family for 56 hours now being busy with this disease but I do think you can ask him yourself over a video call." He took out a picture of Daniel in his pocket and gave it to her smiling. "I have a photo of my entire family and I so happened to have one separately of Daniel. When I'm worried, tired or out of answer's I look at the people I love most and that gives me determination to go forth because I know I'm doing it for them and I imagine all those millions I need to safe is a Henriette or Daniel or so forth." He saw the people watching then soft whisperd to Maria " I can see there's love Maria so please do go and talk to him I'll hold forth for a while while you talk to him after all you can't do your job if you are worrying about something or haven't talked to the woman or in this case the man you love." He said sympatheticly painting to the picture of Daniel.
My reminders about the Sasha rp
Also rebellion in Dietsland
Arrival
5 C-17 touches down at the runway in Vienna. Over 500 men exit from the C-17 group, and then enter formation. NEF General, Adamson Conwell, stands in front, talking to some officers. They have been deployed to assist extinguish the flame of the rebellion.
Toyota giving us a visit ;)
The rebellion, led by Diets Belang extremists, had transformed from a political movement into a merciless, unstoppable force. What had begun as a populist uprising against the monarchy and the Catholic Church had escalated into a full-scale insurgency, capturing city after city in the northern territories of Dietsland. Cologne, Bremen, and Frankfurt had already fallen. Even Munich, the historical stronghold of Bavarian loyalty, was no longer in the hands of the imperial government. The rebels, driven by a dangerous cocktail of nationalism, Protestant fanaticism, and hatred for anything deemed foreign or Catholic, had taken control. Their leader, Ludwig Ilter, declared the formation of the "Dietscher Reich," a vision of a pure, Protestant nation where the Habsburgs and all foreign influences were to be eradicated.
In the once peaceful city of Cologne, the rebellion reached a terrifying new height. The Diets Belang fanatics captured two of the most prominent members of the imperial family—Archduchess Maria Fernanda, the Kaiserin’s beloved aunt, and her daughter, Archduchess Gabriella. The rebels dragged them through the streets, their hands bound and their faces pale with terror. Maria Fernanda, originally from Spain, had long been a target for the extremists who saw her foreign heritage as a symbol of the monarchy’s betrayal of the Germanic people. Her pleading eyes scanned the crowd as they reached the public square, where a mob of jeering rebels awaited.
"Please, I beg of you!" Maria Fernanda cried, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. "I am loyal to this empire, to this land, my home! Don’t do this—there is no need for such hatred."
But her words fell on deaf ears. The crowd, whipped into a frenzy by years of propaganda and lies, shouted curses, calling her a "Spanish witch," an "invader," and worse. They blamed her for every perceived failure of the monarchy, for the economic struggles, for the virus spreading in the east, for everything that had gone wrong in their lives.
Ludwig Ilter, standing tall on a makeshift platform, raised his hand to silence the crowd. "This woman," he began, his voice booming across the square, "is not one of us. She has poisoned the blood of our noble Dietsland with foreign influence. Today, we send a message to the Habsburgs and to all foreigners who believe they can control our destiny. Today, we cleanse this land!"
The crowd roared in approval as Ilter’s men dragged Maria Fernanda to the center of the square. She fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she clutched a small crucifix around her neck. "Please, for the love of God, spare my daughter. She is innocent," she pleaded, looking toward Gabriella, who stood nearby, her face frozen in horror.
But the rebels showed no mercy. With a swift motion, one of the men ripped the crucifix from Maria Fernanda’s hands and threw it into the dirt. "There is no God for you here," he sneered before raising his rifle.
Maria Fernanda’s scream echoed through the square, but it was cut short by the sharp crack of a gunshot. Her body crumpled to the ground, lifeless. Blood pooled beneath her as the crowd cheered in triumph. Her death was not just an execution—it was a message to the entire empire. The monarchy’s time was over, and Dietsland was now in the hands of the rebels.
Gabriella, still standing, was frozen in place, her eyes locked on her mother’s body. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out. She could barely register what had just happened, her mind blank with shock. Two rebels grabbed her by the arms, dragging her away from the square. Her fate, unlike her mother’s, was uncertain. The last anyone saw of her, she was being loaded into a truck, her terrified face barely visible through the chaos. She disappeared into the shadow of the rebellion, her whereabouts unknown.
But the brutality did not end there.
In Munich, the heart of southern Dietsland, the rebels had reached Archduke Rudolf, the Kaiserin’s uncle and former Imperial Regent. Having retreated to a monastery in his later years, Rudolf had withdrawn from public life, seeking peace and refuge from the political turmoil that engulfed the empire. But peace was not to be found. The rebels stormed the monastery, setting it ablaze and dragging Rudolf, frail and mentally unwell, out into the streets. The flames consumed the holy sanctuary as monks and nuns fled in terror, their sacred home reduced to ash.
Rudolf, disoriented and frightened, was paraded through Munich like a prisoner. His once stately bearing was gone, replaced by the trembling figure of a man lost to his own mind. The rebels jeered and spat at him as they marched him to the public square, where a makeshift tribunal awaited. Ludwig Ilter himself presided over the mock trial, his eyes burning with hatred.
"This is the man who once ruled over you," Ilter shouted to the crowd. "The Habsburgs think they are better than us, that they are chosen by God to lead. But today, we show them that their divine right is nothing more than a lie!"
Rudolf, unable to comprehend the situation, muttered prayers under his breath, his hands clasped together in a desperate plea for mercy. "I am... I am a servant of God... please, I have done nothing..." His words were barely coherent, but the rebels cared not for his pleas.
They began torturing him in front of the gathered crowd. The once proud Archduke, who had ruled as Regent during a critical time in the empire’s history, was reduced to a figure of suffering. His cries of pain echoed through the square as the rebels took pleasure in his torment, branding him a traitor and a symbol of everything they despised. After hours of torture, they finally ended his life with three bullets to the head, his broken body left on display for all to see.
In the aftermath of these atrocities, the rebellion's hatred turned toward the Catholic Church itself. Every church in the northern territories was targeted, their altars desecrated, their statues smashed. Priests and nuns were dragged from their sanctuaries and either executed or forced to flee. The rebels saw the Church as a foreign institution, an agent of Rome and Satan, polluting the purity of their Germanic land with foreign customs and beliefs. The destruction was total—God, they claimed, had left the northern parts of Dietsland. They would no longer allow the Church to exist in the new Dietsche Reich.
Now, with Cologne, Bremen, Frankfurt, and Munich under rebel control, the Diets Belangers were on the move. Their eyes turned south, toward Vienna and the Swiss Alps, where the remaining loyalist forces were gathering. The fate of the empire hung in the balance, and the question remained—could the monarchy, battered and bloodied, survive the storm, or would Ludwig Ilter and his extremists usher in a dark new era for Dietsland?
Lankadeepa and Franchetti
OK when Lashen hears about this...which will happen in the ongoing phone call...he'll want blood
"The rebellion is going badly, Lashen," Maria's voice trembled. "I’m worried about the future of the nation... and my own safety."
She paused, her breath hitching as tears welled up. "My aunt and uncle... they’ve been killed. And Gabriella... they’ve taken her. I don’t even know where she is."
Her voice broke as she began to cry, unable to hold back the overwhelming fear and grief.
Maria wiped her tears, trying to regain her composure as King Alexander spoke. His understanding brought her a sense of relief, and when he handed her the picture of Daniel, her heart softened.
“Thank you, Alexander,” she whispered, looking at the photo. “You’re right. I’ve been carrying so much, but I need to talk to him. I just hope he can answer in all this chaos.”
She gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you for stepping in while I do this. I’ll reach out to Daniel now.”
With that, she walked away, the picture in her hand, hoping Daniel would pick up and give her a moment of peace amidst the storm.
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Lashen remained frozen for a moment. "It's...it's much worse than I thought. And they've killed..." he turned away for a moment. No matter how much he dreaded meeting her parents in the future, this was not a situation he ever would've thought of.
He turned back to the camera. "They've taken a step too far." He said, in a suddenly calculative tone. "At this point, they wouldn't rest until you're removed, either by your free will or by a bullet to the head. In a situation like this, there are some people who need to be killed immediately."
He continued in the same tone, without any emotion. This was a Lashen that Maria (wife) had only seen once, when he calmly put a bullet to the head of the terrorist who had dared to land a bullet in her. But still, it was a person she chose to be with, for her life.
"From what I've heard, the rebellion is being led by one figure above all, a man I believe...correct me if I'm wrong...goes by the name Ludwig. Now, considering that he used the threat of the virus to turn the people against you, it would be ironic if he was to turn into a zombie himself. Of course, his supporters will suspect foul play, but when the people see their supposed leader becoming the very thing he swore to protect them against, all except for the most extreme will abandon his side. Once that's done, you will have a better chance of getting rid of the rest, perhaps in an orderly manner that leaves you with clean hands."
Department of Foreign Affairs | INTERNATIONAL CODE RED
The Department of Foreign Affairs has ordered for an international recognition of the crimes committed by them, such as treason, murder to the highest degree.
--- MILITARY ADVANCE
NEF Special Forces division will be headed North, as the Riot division will remain South.
Arial Support wil deploy from Wrocław Air Base and head off to Munich.
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