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Lord G. Q. White said:He's wearing someone elses nose?
No, if you follow it all closely, the nose was hovering in BTAs bedroom, then dissapeared, KS has no nose.
Zuckergußgebäck said:
Oh I read it that the person was behind the curtain and the nose was sticking out of it. I guess I got confused.
He speak english more weller than i do.Sultan Of Swing said:i read it like that as well
Interesting update.... I think....
Rosja, January 1, 1916
R: *hick*
TN: Ah, Raspie, let´s get cracking.
R: Catalytic?
TN: No, more epocalyptic
R: Eucalyptus?
TN: No.
R: Hey, wait! You... you... are back to normal!
TN: Oh, damn!
R: But this means that we can handle the war effort more effectively
TN: Raspie, I think that there is something wrong with using the words "War effort" and "effectively" in the same sentence when talking about Rosja...
R: Unless there is a "not" involved!
TN: Indeed, so, how´s the world situation?
R: Well, it seems that the british wanted to smoke pipes in Egypt, so they ordered enough to make a line of pipes across the Sinai.
TN: Makes sense, doesn´t it?
R: And we have a report from our famous composer team Composeintern.
TN: Saying?
R: That they have composed yet another war song.
TN: Great! Now, we might break the golden rule of russian warfare!
R: What is this?
TN: Always maintain low morale and defaetism among the forces.
R: I didn´t know about that.
TN: It is very secret, so secret that Peter the great didn´t know about it.
R: Oh.
TN: And how does the song go?
R: Well, something like this:
This land is my land, this land is my land
From the pripiet marshes to the north Sakhalin
From the baltic coastline to the vladivostok harbours
This land is made for me and me
I´m going walking for the lack of railway
I see all around me agricultural society
Everywhere around me the shells keep a-whistlin'
This land is made for me and me
I´m beeing chased by the germans
Into Riga, back to Moscow
As I run backwards, the germans keep advancing
This land is made to be lost be me
I can see your Mausers, I can see your helmets
I can see their soldiers capture Ku-ursk
All around my houe there the commies whispers
This land is to be lost by me
TN: Yes, this might work...
R: *hick*
TN: Ah, Raspie, let´s get cracking.
R: Catalytic?
TN: No, more epocalyptic
R: Eucalyptus?
TN: No.
R: Hey, wait! You... you... are back to normal!
TN: Oh, damn!
R: But this means that we can handle the war effort more effectively
TN: Raspie, I think that there is something wrong with using the words "War effort" and "effectively" in the same sentence when talking about Rosja...
R: Unless there is a "not" involved!
TN: Indeed, so, how´s the world situation?
R: Well, it seems that the british wanted to smoke pipes in Egypt, so they ordered enough to make a line of pipes across the Sinai.
TN: Makes sense, doesn´t it?
R: And we have a report from our famous composer team Composeintern.
TN: Saying?
R: That they have composed yet another war song.
TN: Great! Now, we might break the golden rule of russian warfare!
R: What is this?
TN: Always maintain low morale and defaetism among the forces.
R: I didn´t know about that.
TN: It is very secret, so secret that Peter the great didn´t know about it.
R: Oh.
TN: And how does the song go?
R: Well, something like this:
This land is my land, this land is my land
From the pripiet marshes to the north Sakhalin
From the baltic coastline to the vladivostok harbours
This land is made for me and me
I´m going walking for the lack of railway
I see all around me agricultural society
Everywhere around me the shells keep a-whistlin'
This land is made for me and me
I´m beeing chased by the germans
Into Riga, back to Moscow
As I run backwards, the germans keep advancing
This land is made to be lost be me
I can see your Mausers, I can see your helmets
I can see their soldiers capture Ku-ursk
All around my houe there the commies whispers
This land is to be lost by me
TN: Yes, this might work...
Moskau, January 9, 1916
TN: AAAAAAAH! *Yawn* Morning, Raspie.
R: Mmmmmh.... just five minutes more, mummy...
TN: You´ll be late for tea! AUFSTEHEN!
R: I thought it was my role to negotiate with the germans?
TN: It is?
R: Yes, we determined that in the human resources meeting in '15, WP MH 17.
TN: WP MH 17?
R: Winter Palace Meeting hall 17
TN: That hall doesn´t exist anymore.
R: It doesn´t?
TN: No, it was rationalized away, we are now instead holding our human resources meetings in the earth closets of swedish members of cabinet.
R: That explains the missing wall in the palace.
TN: Quite
R: It is sad with these cutbacks, it is the overall world economy, I´ve heard that the swedes sold their palace.
TN: It is worse here,the peasants are dying all over the place!
R: Sir, that is the normal state of the peasant folk. It was determined in the human resources meeting 1610.
TN: Did they hold them back then?
R: It was popularily called 'the great anarchy'
TN: Things really doesn´t change, do they?
R: Nope.
TN: Oh, and have you heard that I have been forced to replace the dom perignon in the palace pools with water? And the kaviar has tasted bitterly the last few weeks.
R: Anything more?
TN: Yes, we´ve been forced to take foreign loans, the problem is that the treasure chambers are flooded with Lire!
R: I´ve got an idea!
TN: You do?
R: Yes, we sell our infrastructure to China! That will earn us much money!
TN: Sorry, but our infrastructure collapsed this morning, it simply couldn´t transport all that lire...
R: We could sell Finland to the USA, remember Alaska?
TN: No, as soon as it has been sold, the yanks would discover massive oilfields there...
R: Then how are we to get out of this?
TN: We need to... We must... we´re gonna...
R: Yes?
TN: We must raise the taxes, ARGH!
TN: AAAAAAAH! *Yawn* Morning, Raspie.
R: Mmmmmh.... just five minutes more, mummy...
TN: You´ll be late for tea! AUFSTEHEN!
R: I thought it was my role to negotiate with the germans?
TN: It is?
R: Yes, we determined that in the human resources meeting in '15, WP MH 17.
TN: WP MH 17?
R: Winter Palace Meeting hall 17
TN: That hall doesn´t exist anymore.
R: It doesn´t?
TN: No, it was rationalized away, we are now instead holding our human resources meetings in the earth closets of swedish members of cabinet.
R: That explains the missing wall in the palace.
TN: Quite
R: It is sad with these cutbacks, it is the overall world economy, I´ve heard that the swedes sold their palace.
TN: It is worse here,the peasants are dying all over the place!
R: Sir, that is the normal state of the peasant folk. It was determined in the human resources meeting 1610.
TN: Did they hold them back then?
R: It was popularily called 'the great anarchy'
TN: Things really doesn´t change, do they?
R: Nope.
TN: Oh, and have you heard that I have been forced to replace the dom perignon in the palace pools with water? And the kaviar has tasted bitterly the last few weeks.
R: Anything more?
TN: Yes, we´ve been forced to take foreign loans, the problem is that the treasure chambers are flooded with Lire!
R: I´ve got an idea!
TN: You do?
R: Yes, we sell our infrastructure to China! That will earn us much money!
TN: Sorry, but our infrastructure collapsed this morning, it simply couldn´t transport all that lire...
R: We could sell Finland to the USA, remember Alaska?
TN: No, as soon as it has been sold, the yanks would discover massive oilfields there...
R: Then how are we to get out of this?
TN: We need to... We must... we´re gonna...
R: Yes?
TN: We must raise the taxes, ARGH!
January 14, 1916, strange swedish laboratory somewhere in the scandians.
GV: So, Theodore, what was it that you wanted to show us?
BTA: It is a very fearsome invention that will stike fear into the hearts of...
KS: We´ve heard that.
BTA: Shut up, you know what they say: dead men don´t talk.
KS: Oooups.
The nose: Is there any restriction about noses?
BTA: Well, I hate people who speak through their noses.
The nose: Oh.
Later
BTA: Here we are.
GV: Ohmygod! What is that thing?
BTA: That? Oh, the germans put their cross-breed-humans-with-rabbits-to-get-more-manpower project on contract. It is going well so far, but we could make do without the prototypes eating each other...
GV: So, we were not summoned to see this?
BTA: No, the real goodies are over here.
KS: I´m not sure what you think, but it looks like an empty room to me.
The nose: But it smells good!
BTA: How dare you insult this thing that took a whole 140 days to develop?
GV: What is it then?
BTA: I call it Chemical-Industrial-Technological basics. It allows us to look into the future.
*GASP*
GV: So, Theodore, what was it that you wanted to show us?
BTA: It is a very fearsome invention that will stike fear into the hearts of...
KS: We´ve heard that.
BTA: Shut up, you know what they say: dead men don´t talk.
KS: Oooups.
The nose: Is there any restriction about noses?
BTA: Well, I hate people who speak through their noses.
The nose: Oh.
Later
BTA: Here we are.
GV: Ohmygod! What is that thing?
BTA: That? Oh, the germans put their cross-breed-humans-with-rabbits-to-get-more-manpower project on contract. It is going well so far, but we could make do without the prototypes eating each other...
GV: So, we were not summoned to see this?
BTA: No, the real goodies are over here.
KS: I´m not sure what you think, but it looks like an empty room to me.
The nose: But it smells good!
BTA: How dare you insult this thing that took a whole 140 days to develop?
GV: What is it then?
BTA: I call it Chemical-Industrial-Technological basics. It allows us to look into the future.
*GASP*
Yeah.... yeah didn't they use a more Vicky-like map for HoI2, aren't the giant provenecs a step backwards, if you ask me.
January 17, 1916, Konstantinpole, no wait, ARGH!
Aide: Oh, great sultan, master of all, lord of the horizons and all your servants survey. The one that makes your servants not survey their wives, I greet thee in a humble manner and hopes that you will share your divine time so that I, a lowly servant maight have the privilige to speak to your blessed ears.
(Yay!)
Sultan: Grim art they news that you bring sultan, so has the angel said to me in my royal sleep. May your words be as wise as the donkey, the saviour of men, may they be as sweet as honey to my ears... or I shall make a man clad in a black hood fashioned in Mecka cut your un-blessed head of. Do you, in your wisdom bring good news?
Aide: I bring news, oh sultan, as inscrutable as the arabic night, which is black as the coffee, the awakener of men. I bring the most horrid news of a dream that I had this dark, inscrutable night.
Sultan: Strange are the ways of Allah, He definately moves in mysterious way, oh aide, for I, also had a dream this night.
(OOC: Not worksafe)
Sultan: NO, YOU FOOLS! NOT THAT! CUT! CUT!
Construction workers: Sorry.
Sultan: Do not be sorry, or the evil curses of the djinn will fall upon thee, you must be more effecient, so that your coffee will always prosper.
Construction workers: Sorry.
Sultan: Where were we?
Aide: You were about to tell us about your dream, oh, great sultan.
Sultan: Oh, well, here goes.
Aide: Oh, great sultan, in their wisdom, these dreams are horrible, what are we to do?
Sultan: Oh, Aide, I fear that we must call in the court atrologists.
Astrologist: And the Astrologist said unto Sultan, The dream of Sultan is one: God hath shewed Sultan what he is about to do.
The seven good kine are seven years; and the seven good ears are seven years: the dream is one.
And the seven thin and ill favoured kine that came up after them are seven years; and the seven empty ears blasted with the east wind shall be seven years of famine.
Sultan: OK, who ressurected Joseph?
Aide: I didn´t...
Sultan: Oh, aide, I just came to think of something.
Aide: What?
Sultan: We have breeched etiquette in the most barbaric manner. You know what that means?
Aide: NO! Not... that!
Sultan: Yes, UNREST IN EGYPT!
Aide: Oh, great sultan, master of all, lord of the horizons and all your servants survey. The one that makes your servants not survey their wives, I greet thee in a humble manner and hopes that you will share your divine time so that I, a lowly servant maight have the privilige to speak to your blessed ears.
(Yay!)
Sultan: Grim art they news that you bring sultan, so has the angel said to me in my royal sleep. May your words be as wise as the donkey, the saviour of men, may they be as sweet as honey to my ears... or I shall make a man clad in a black hood fashioned in Mecka cut your un-blessed head of. Do you, in your wisdom bring good news?
Aide: I bring news, oh sultan, as inscrutable as the arabic night, which is black as the coffee, the awakener of men. I bring the most horrid news of a dream that I had this dark, inscrutable night.
Sultan: Strange are the ways of Allah, He definately moves in mysterious way, oh aide, for I, also had a dream this night.
(OOC: Not worksafe)
Sultan: NO, YOU FOOLS! NOT THAT! CUT! CUT!
Construction workers: Sorry.
Sultan: Do not be sorry, or the evil curses of the djinn will fall upon thee, you must be more effecient, so that your coffee will always prosper.
Construction workers: Sorry.
Sultan: Where were we?
Aide: You were about to tell us about your dream, oh, great sultan.
Sultan: Oh, well, here goes.
Aide: Oh, great sultan, in their wisdom, these dreams are horrible, what are we to do?
Sultan: Oh, Aide, I fear that we must call in the court atrologists.
Astrologist: And the Astrologist said unto Sultan, The dream of Sultan is one: God hath shewed Sultan what he is about to do.
The seven good kine are seven years; and the seven good ears are seven years: the dream is one.
And the seven thin and ill favoured kine that came up after them are seven years; and the seven empty ears blasted with the east wind shall be seven years of famine.
Sultan: OK, who ressurected Joseph?
Aide: I didn´t...
Sultan: Oh, aide, I just came to think of something.
Aide: What?
Sultan: We have breeched etiquette in the most barbaric manner. You know what that means?
Aide: NO! Not... that!
Sultan: Yes, UNREST IN EGYPT!
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