WW Lite CCLXXXIII • The G̶̷1̶̷8̶̷ G17 PART III: Putin's Revenge, The Re-Putinning

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Welcome world leaders

...to the third summit of the Group of Eighteen Seventeen here in the Russian Resort City of Sochi Brussels. As you are well aware, we dissolved the Group of Eighteen after The Russian Federation, led by one Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, illegally and unilaterally seized the Crimean Peninsula from the sovereign state of Ukraine. We are now faced with the task of retaliation. The last minute change in venue has necessitated some sudden alterations to our protocol. If everyone would step inside this Typhoon-class submarine, surrender your telephonic and communication devices, and we will set course for the Black Sea Brussels. Our Captain should have us in Belgium within 24 hours.
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Werewolves and Seer have received their roles. Villagers received no PM. Anyone who makes any comment on this will be autolynched. You have been warned.

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Then you will address me as 'Steed Bimboza' the sunshine leader of the Republic of Dominican. (also slightly mad and trigger happy)
 
...to the third summit of the Group of Eighteen Seventeen here in the Russian Resort City of Sochi Brussels. As you are well aware, we dissolved the Group of Eighteen after The Russian Federation, led by one Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin, illegally and unilaterally seized the Crimean Peninsula from the sovereign state of Ukraine. We are now faced with the task of retaliation. The last minute change in venue has necessitated some sudden alterations to our protocol. If everyone would step inside this Typhoon-class submarine, surrender your telephonic and communication devices, and we will set course for the Black Sea Brussels. Our Captain should have us in Belgium within 24 hours.

Look, Brussels does have a canal connection to the sea, but the harbor is rather small. I really, really doubt your sub will be able to turn around. So I hope it's not one of those subs with 5 speeds forward and only one backward.
 
Look, Brussels does have a canal connection to the sea, but the harbor is rather small. I really, really doubt your sub will be able to turn around. So I hope it's not one of those subs with 5 speeds forward and only one backward.
Perhaps instead of sailing we could drive? I have the finest fleet of automobiles ready to whisk us at a respectable speed of 23.2 km/h
 
Look, Brussels does have a canal connection to the sea, but the harbor is rather small. I really, really doubt your sub will be able to turn around. So I hope it's not one of those subs with 5 speeds forward and only one backward.

Knowing that canal quite well (and also some of the locks and bridges before you get to Brussels), I am picturing the Typhoon class submarine "in" there :D (or rather "on" there, considering the canal is at most 3 to 4 meters deep and a Typhoon-class is about 12 meters high)
 
As the seventeen of you are escorted into the submarine, suspicion begins to creep in. Cyrillic lettering becomes more and more obvious the further into the sub you go, and anxious glances are exchanged between the lot of you. Your guide, a slender shadow with greasy hair and a patch for an eye, walks with determination down a narrow corridor and, the ominous sound of hatches being battened down leaving no alternative, you meekly follow.

The room you presume has been reserved for the occasion is, you decide, rather cramped. The hemming walls and fixed furniture leave little space for meandering unless everyone remains seated, so you all oblige. Once seated, you notice the seventeen of you have been left alone, and begin to chat. You can't bring yourself to air the suspicions the others surely share, and just when you begin to ponder the advantages of taking such action, the door is slammed open.

The Cook, a french fellow on a unicycle, slowly enters the room, drops of sweat clinging to his features. As you demand the meaning of this, drxav The Cook is shot in the head and embraces the metal floor. His dead body is effortlessly sidestepped by the President of the Russian Federation, Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin.

The Naval Ensign of the Soviet Fleet unfurls behind him.


I did warn you.

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(Purely RP update to kill non-player drxav. Night deadline in 23 hours 26 minutes)
 
Bring in the Cook! :D
 
I bring message from our dear and beloved leader:

The imperialist fascist of russia - formerly known as the glorious soviet union - shall suffer for their arrogance. We shall bring the full might of the best Korean people and embargo Vlagyivostok. That is the will of the people of the only Korea. Who disagrees?

Brought to you by his majesty's secretary
Hel pmeep lees
 
The heavy silence impregnating the room is ended:

"In case you haven't figured it out," says the Russian autocrat in perfect English, a wintry smile creeping 'cross his face, "NATO headquarters is not our destination."
 
"In case you haven't figured it out," says the Russian autocrat in perfect English, a wintry smile creeping 'cross his face, "NATO headquarters is not our destination."

In that case, I demand we surface so I can call my wife and tell her not to bother with dinner
 
"In case you haven't figured it out," says the Russian autocrat in perfect English, a wintry smile creeping 'cross his face, "NATO headquarters is not our destination."


oooo' a mystery tour. Why didn't you say so.. *Sits excited*

Are we going to see the lions? Meerkats? please let there be Penguins, they make me laugh.
 
"In case you haven't figured it out," says the Russian autocrat in perfect English, a wintry smile creeping 'cross his face, "NATO headquarters is not our destination."

Are we maybe sailing to Papi Hax's mansion? There will be plenty of girls and other amusing objects for you all and I promise you that it will then be much more easier to resolve this problem. Do you see any problems in Italy? Of course not. And as the hospitable host I'm you will all get a gift from me. For Cliges I have some of the best Sicilian wine and for Split I have racing track where we can compete between each others with some Yugos.

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(Sry Cliges :D)
 
Anyone fancy a beer in the meantime? I brought a couple of sixpacks with me.

Let me first say a few words on human rights, and when that's over with (the guys at home want me to do this, it's not my idea) then we can all have a good time.
 
Hey! What is this all aboot eyh?
 
You dare kidnap one of the Imperial and Royal Blood, Vladimir Vladimirovich? Do you not recall what happened the last time a Russian Autocrat picked a fight with the dual monarchy?