Hm, it'd be kinda funny if we was a resident of the American Georgia and had a Southern accent, you know, trying to fit in and all.
Churchill in KR?! Where?! I can't believe I never played Canada without my favourite bulldog.
Yes actually. :rofl:
God damn enviromentalist. When I want a picture of a factory, I don't want is to be not noticeable because there is no smoke. I want so much smoke, that white people become black, and sun becomes red. I want rivers of god damned molten metal, shaped into huge ass machines which you probably couldn't drive if your hairlines quota was under limit. I want my damn forgeries of MARS not some Euro-*#(# office.
He's not in any events, or is available as a minister. BUT, unlike Stalin, Hitler and FDR, it's never explicitly stated that he died. He's probably an angry British exile writing newspaper articles somewhere in Ottawa. He started life as a journalist, and will probably die as one.
Louise Bryant said:I dont want to say goodbye
It's so hard to walk away
I know that this feels like the end
Life never seems to let you win
But I'll be back someday
I'm already missing you
But I'm not even gone
In time we'll be together again
And it won't be long
Flora Blackford said:You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: victory; victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival. Let that be realized; no survival for the Combined Syndicates will mean no survival for all that the Syndicates stand for, no survival for the urge and impulse of the ages, that mankind will move forward towards its goal. But I take up my task with buoyancy and hope. I feel sure that our cause will not be suffered to fail among men. At this time I feel entitled to claim the aid of all, and I say, "Come then, let us go forward together with our united strength."
At this point, the wooden ship was shot at by a lone diving fighter than had been painted black for the occasion, incendiary rounds tearing into the material, and setting the ship - packed with flammables - alight in a fierce combustion, that cremated the remains of the Father of the Nation in a spectacle. The roar of the crowds, those who could see anyway was immediate, as the fighter wheeled around and flew toward the city and the airport. The flames continued to burn for about an hour before the ship, finally sank. The ashes of Jack Reed were interred in the cold waters of Lake Michigan, the precise spot unknown to any except the lone pilot, whose identity has never been revealed and there are many conspiracy theories to this day as to who the 'Black Pilot' was.
brilliant stuff, really evocative of this world you're constructing
At least Flora looks really nice with the military hat. I just hope the economy is still Syndicalist and doesn't lean towards Free Market...
What is this?
Trying to poison the wildlife of lake Michigan?
What is this?
Trying to poison the wildlife of lake Michigan?
They'll have mermaid syndicates before they know it.
May I ask if you will replace the FoM and the CoAr? Especially the CoAr, unless Rose can handle being Congress Speaker and the Army Commander.
Wow. Funeral of Jack Reed reminds me on funerals of old kings. Very well written!