After days of brainstorming and busy wwork, i'm coming closer to a history.

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Going to go ahead and make Zab a Co-GM, as I have another RP I like to start and I am hoping Durandal and Zab can help take on some of the GMing duties for Andromeda.

We better wrap this diplomatic engage on A-01 then. Unless of course someone wants to warp in and bombard the city while the Builder is still down there and invoke the "wrath" of the Congregation and the Builder?

Posted. <Snipped quote by duck55223> We better wrap this diplomatic engage on A-01 then. Unless of course someone wants to warp in and bombard the city while the Builder is still down there and invoke the "wrath" of the Congregation and the Builder?

I have troops on the planet. 6 of them, but still. I could invite you to Arcadia.

<Snipped quote by Mikellh Dejax> I have troops on the planet. 6 of them, but still. I could invite you to Arcadia.

That can work

Now Zab and Durandal get fancy orange stripes on their posts in the IC and OOC of this RP.

Now Zab and Durandal get fancy orange stripes on their posts in the IC and OOC of this RP.

I'll say they're both quite fancier than yours, Duck.

<Snipped quote by duck55223> I'll say they're both quite fancier than yours, Duck.

I'll say that I'm inclined to agree

I do have to agree the orange bands are nicer, but the blue band is still fancy.

Now Zab and Durandal get fancy orange stripes on their posts in the IC and OOC of this RP.

Suddenly I am very jealous.

I'm tired of writing this app. If i need more let me know. Reality is shaped by the forces that destroy it. Name of nation: The Ruinous Powers (Chaos, The Primordial Truth, The Dark God's, The Arch Enemy) Species: Chaos as it's name would suggest consists of many subservient species. Humans: A staple of Chaos forces are human thralls. Ranging from a malnourished subservient slave to a possessed monstrosity that no longer resembles a human. Space Marines: The pinochle of the human genome. Able to withstand incredible pain and bodily damage without flinching and quite literally incapable of feeling fear Space Marines represent the most deadly mortal force in the Chaos arsenal. Daemons: The Daemons of Chaos are conscious entities spawned out of the Dark God's themselves. They come in all shapes and sizes and range from animalistic to Manipulative Masterminds in intelligence.  With a ride variety of warp powers at their disposal the Daemon is an opponent not to be underestimated. Other Species: Any species is capable of falling to the seductions of chaos thus any species can be seen fighting in a chaos army. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Description of government: Chaos does not have one collective Government it is instead made up of Warbands, Heretical Sects of other Galactic Factions, Lone planets, and even individuals. Meritocracy is the chief law of chaos held world's followed closely by pure anarchy on others. If you can the skill to lead and the power to back it then leadership is yours. The only exception to this rule is in the case of the Gods themselves. The God's are supreme beings the likes of which could smite the universe if they so choose but rather they take delight in watching the mortals of our realm. Sometimes these beings issue forth unholy commands to their followers who can't even think to disobey. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Description of military: Varying greatly in command structure and tactics from each legion to each raiding party the chaos military is so uncollaborated it cannot be refered to as a military. The different forces within chaos war amongst themselves and play their own political games for the favor of their respected Gods. The tactics used by each individual faction are so diverse I don't think I can actually explain them all in this application without boring everyone to death and writing a small book. The God's do however (excluding khorne) favor Subtle, Corrupting, and sometimes terrifying actions be used to defeat their opponents. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Technological Overview: The technology utilized by chaos forces vary almost as much as the followers do themselves. Primarly used are those weapons from a universe already mastered by chaos consisiting of Heavy caliber balistics, Las Weapons (lasers), plasma weaponry. On top of these there is of course pirated technology as well. It is extremely common for chaos forces to steal weapons and ships from their enemies and use them for a more enlightened purpose. The warp drive: The warp drive. An extradimensional engine capable of opening a portal to the warp within the material universe for a ship to travel through. The drive requires a massive amount of energy to work thus commonly resulting in weapons or shields being shut down during a warp transition. Note: The warp drive is NOT an FTL devise. It utilizes tunnels through the immaterial plain to allow a ship to travel to it's location faster. It does not actually make the ship travel FTL. Daemonic Tech: Powered by the warp. Daemon weapons are capable or many odd and alluring properties. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cultural Overview: Chaos culture varies tremendously depending on whom has control of a planet. One must remember that chaos has millions of subfactions ranging from small pirate raid fleets to massive legions of followers all whom serve seperate gods and pay homage to seperate warciefs. Each has their own traditions and ways of which to act ranging from a highly ordered and militarized culture to that of bloodthirsty men who cannibalize their dead friends and foe alike. The Gods: Khorne: The Blood God. Lord of Battle. His fury knows no bounds. He cares not from where the blood flows only that it flows. Nurgle: The Lord of Decay. He works endlessly to spread infection to all mortal beings. Slannesh: The Dark Prince. Lord of indulgence and excess. There is no boundry of perversion which canno't be crossed. Tzeench: The Architect of fate. The God of change and Sorcery. He wields powerful magic as do his followers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ History: Much of Chaos is shrouded in mystery the likes of which perhaps no one but the Gods themselves know. Regardless the mysterious force hasn't been reported in the Material universe in thousands of years. Legends tell of the eventual return of the arch enemy to the material universe but those legends have faded into stories to frighten children. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Other: The Warp and other Dimensions: Myself and Keyguy have been working on a system for this for a long time and here's what we have. There are 11 total dimensions. Each dimensions is more powerful than the last. 1 being the weakest (time) 11 being the strongest (domain of the omnipotent creator). The Material universe you know of sits on the 4th dimensions. The Warp is the 8th. The warp consists of vast stretches of Unreal space and land that does not obey the laws of time or physics which makes it perfect for interstellar travel. The warp however holds a corrupting effect to all who touch it. This can be instantaneous or low and seditious depending on the nature of of the exposure and the length for time exposed. No one knows anything about chaos beyond what has been specified above unless strictly allowed by myself. All races can be effected by warp taint unless a specific reason is given as to why they are not. Please don't spring this on me either tell me in advance as to why your race cannot be effected. For example if you are utilizing mind control the alure of chaos will be rather slim. If you tell me about that i'd be happy to agree. Warp space is not accessible without a warp drive or some other form of extradimensional travel. Chaos gods cannot enter combat physically but also cannot be destroyed. They can However be weakened and even banished for a period of time. Many religions mistake chaos as their version of Evil (hell, etc) as such if you wish to incorporate chaos into your background contact me and we'll work something out. The worship of the gods is not limited to actual worship. For Example The spilling of Blood is still paying homage to Khorne, Lustfilled thinking empowers Slannesh, Etc. Chaos forces are ever fighting within themselves. It is likely that one chaos force encountered by a race will not be the same as a chaos force encountered by another. As a result realize that any agreements/alliances/wars do not necessarily include all chaos forces rather they consist of that inner faction of chaos.

Accepted.

Posted. Crap again. Tired. Again. There seems to be a cycle of this.

Sorry. I went missing for several days in the Arizona wilderness and had to subsist on a diet of truck stop cock to survive. I will correct my nation sheet in any way that seems appropriate momentarily.

WIP App: Name of nation: The Tsardom of Vaegir Species: Skunk men that excrete dank instead of stink for usage in meme fabrication. They are decidedly not silly and wholly reside in the realm of scientific fact. They have also enslaved a race of revolver using liopleurodons, and mostly use them as harem fodder. Description of government: Despite their name, they're actually a constitutional republic. The governmental head of the government is the president, who heads the government. Unlike many other societies with such a system, the vice president actually handles his assorted vices. Both the kind for clamping things in place and the kind that would cause scandal and outrage in many other societies of the galaxy. Vast amounts of drugs are refined from the pineal glands of other races generally unknown to the galactic community at large (and it tends to remain this way, given very few of these enslaved drug production races are allowed to exist outside of the vast planetary drug labs of Vaegir.) The skunks are trapped in a horrid two party system. But unlike Earth, the alternative is a literal skunk Nazi Party. I mean, skunks are already white and black. All they need is the red and they're set. It is extremely easy to be a Nazi if you happen to be a skunk beforehand. Given that skunks all have fairly long snouts, their attempts of demonizing propaganda tend to fall flat, and so they do not have the traction they need to really get anywhere. Judaism was also long outlawed as part of a blanket ban of religions that feature the letter "u". Today they mostly just focus on the Mormons. Description of military: The armored spine of the armored corps of Vaegir is provided by the Clyde Cleveland-class Land Dreadnought. Pictured below: Unfortunately these things have way, way too much ground pressure for their own good and tend to be found in ditches. Foreign observers often mistake them for being static emplacements. Good thing they have otherwise wholly abandoned the concept of tanks in favor of things that are kinda like Strykers but they hover, have rail guns and have a lot thicker armor. Additionally they have entirely sacrificed their capacity for passengers and wait I suppose they actually more closely resemble tanks than Strykers a thousand apologies. The standard infantry rifle is the TFW-NO-BF-1. Pictured, again, below: Now you're getting the hang of it! I'm proud of you. One second. Let me wipe away this joyous tear. Okay, done. Now to continue. Now, you see, the TFW-NO-BF-1. It's light. Handle's adjustable for easy carrying, good for righties and lefties. Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by x-ray, ideal for quick, discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger, three thousand round clip with bursts of three to three hundred, and with the Replay button - another Vaegir invention - it's even easier. The standard marine rifle is the the TFW-NO-BF-2. Pictured, again, below: The TFW-NO-BF-2. It's light. Handle's adjustable for easy carrying, good for righties and lefties. Breaks down into four parts, undetectable by x-ray, ideal for quick, discreet interventions. A word on firepower. Titanium recharger, three thousand round clip with bursts of three to three hundred, and with the Replay button - another Vaegir invention - it's even easier. Their officers wear gasmasks, not because of intimidation or battlefield considerations, but because a space skunk tradition is the battlefield hotbox, wherein copious amounts of drugs are combusted in confined spaces in a communal activity. Officers are expected to maintain efficacy at all seconds of the day and so are bound by oath to not indulge in the space dank, space crank, or space fajungajank. Their space force utilizes capital ships with an unusual spherical design. These have trapdoor-like openings that unhinge and disgorge oodles upon oodles of fighters and other useless kibble. Their dreadnought analogue even has a giant grab hand. The Vaegir Meme Corps is the vital spine of the entire war machine. They ensure that a continual supply of memes is maintained and makes it to critical fronts of battle. The memes are vital to maintain the combat and sexual prowess of the space skunk infantryman abroad and at home. The presidential royal guard consists of biologically and cybernetically and synthetically altered skunks that have a crab hand and a normal hand, but demonstrate a preference for cutting shit up with their crab hand. It is a little known fact that Vaegir observers were present at Earth in the 1940s. It is an even lesser known fact that they infiltrated many terrestrial governments, including the US, German and Japanese governments. Skunk spies stole numerous weapons designs from the armed forces of these nations. Due to a mix up in translation, their analysis actually mistook the stolen blueprints of the Iowa, Bismarck and Yamato battleships for being the same thing. Their navy today has lineage to the original Iowabismarkamato. Attempts to adapt this design for space and air and land and sea usage has ended in dismal failure. Technological Overview: The TFW-NO-BF-1 is used for many different applications in Vaegir society. Need to turn the TV on? Shoot it. Need to turn it off? Shoot it again. Gotta open a jar of pickles? Shoot the darn thing. The TFW-NO-BF-1 is also the cornerstone of Vaegir democracy. Don't like the president? Shoot him. Three thousand times. With nets, freezing, and fire functions. Truly, the TFW-NO-BF-1 is a wondrous thing of many utilities. The TFW-NO-BF-2 is used for many different applications in Vaegir society. Need to turn the TV on? Shoot it. Need to turn it off? Shoot it again. Gotta open a jar of pickles? Shoot the darn thing. The TFW-NO-BF-1 is also the cornerstone of Vaegir democracy. Don't like the president? Shoot him. Three thousand times. With nets, freezing, and fire functions. Truly, the TFW-NO-BF-2 is a wondrous thing of many utilities. The primary means of transportation available to the Vaegir is the TRISM. Have to leave? Have to go? The fastest way is by TRISM. Just as the sun sends light through a prism, skunks send themselves through a TRISM. It was invented by Stella Corona. Cultural Overview: The Vaegir are a culture of useless consumers. They buy things in bulk and break them in bulk, which consequently leads to buying even more things. Everything is made to be disposable as possible. From cars, to nation sheets. Nothing is built to last among Skunk kind. Even their memes work on a "flavor of the month" basis, and are quite readily forgotten. Many make their ways into the hands of the Asteroid-dwelling Meme Scavengers, who continue to use the discarded memes for many years. These fearsome meme pirates strike fear into the hearts of all. Many a skunk song and dance have been written about these dastardly, but loveable, fiends. A Vaegir cultural staple is the everydaybirthday. Rather than an annual occurrence as in inferior human culture, the skunk celebrates every day of continued life. A majority of the population slaves away in the infamously infamous Meme Mills, where they are liable to develop cancers of a multitude of varieties. Therefore death, rather than survival, is the norm. This is offset by their propensity for orgies combined with their complete lack of the concept of contraceptives combined with their complete lack of rape as being considered a bad thing, and so there is a continual supply of births. Skunk funerals involve slapping the dead in an outpouring of rage for the deadee for having wasted the time of all those around them. History: There was a little known program used to send skunks to space by the USSR. However, they not only lost the skunk rockets, but gamma radiation turned them into walking, talking skunk people that spray memes. However, most of them ended up dead, rather than dank skunk memer master race. It is a tradition among Vaegir kind to pour one out for the homies that didn't make it to Andromeda.

Certainly is funny and interesting. You should try and expand on the history, government, military, and culture a bit, though.

I thank you for the constructive criticism. I am eternally vigilant in self-improvement. It shall be done.

I honestly can't tell if you're being truly and terribly serious, or if you're trolling the crap out of us. I think there was one guy who was having an army that rose out of a small island, who was ruled entirely by potatoes and had a slew of other fruits and vegetables as soldiers and laborers. The application was actually very well written, it was just the species that... made it interesting.

I honestly can't tell if you're being truly and terribly serious, or if you're trolling the crap out of us.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vgk-lA12FBk

Still denied Azimuth I like to imagine this is at least a somewhat serious RP.

I will work around the clock until you are thoroughly pleasured! No mistakes shall obstruct me from a better tomorrow! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkLvpt9Z3fA