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Name of Nation: Crab Island

Color on Map: Olive

Summary in 50 words or fewer: Crab island is a state priding itself on democracy that originally sat on just a small continent between two landmasses. However, it invaded both mainlands and spread its control over two shores and set up two Military Territories, Pisces and Cancer. It's main exports are "Smoke", Meat, and Coconuts.

Write three solid paragraphs: General Marcus Tazville hummed happily to himself, leaning over the railing of the watchtower that overlooked a base full of soldiers going about their day. He sipped from his cup of Coconut coffee. In his seven years watching over Cancer he never got used to how terrible it tasted. Who in the right mind would make something like that, anyway? Sergeant Wilhelm Jobbe jogged towards Tazville holding a clipboard, saluted, and began reading off to him.
"Sir, I finished collecting all of this years votes. Looks like Tennigan wins again." The sergeant adjusted his glasses as he finished. General Tazville dumped his coffee and wiped his hands together. "I'd ought to get back to the Island tonight, then." He took the clipboard from Jobbe and walked towards the Landing Base.
As he walked, flipped through each page on the clipboard, detailing the votes of every single "citizen" in Cancer. He stopped when he got to page 7, seeing a large portion of votes for Hale. Unacceptable. If the fat bastard would keep his promise of decomissioning both Pisces AND Cancer, then Crab Island would be done for. He casually whistled as he pulled out the page, and grabbed for a nearby phone. "A-Base? This is Papa Devil, I'm going to need to delay the flight to Gil by say... Two hours, I'd like to make one last checkup on the base. Over." And with that, he plucked out Page 7 and pulled out a lighter, burning it to ashes.
I don't think Technology should be too important. We should just develop our own nations, and see where we end up. I mean Crab Island is in a WW2 era of technology, with maybe some weak super-science.
Name of Nation: Crab Island

Color on Map: Olive

Summary in 50 words or fewer: Crab island is a state priding itself on democracy that originally sat on just a small continent between two landmasses. However, it invaded both mainlands and spread its control over two shores and set up two Military Territories, Pisces and Cancer. It's main exports are "Smoke", Meat, and Coconuts.

Write three solid paragraphs: General Marcus Tazville hummed happily to himself, leaning over the railing of the watchtower that overlooked a base full of soldiers going about their day. He sipped from his cup of Coconut coffee. In his seven years watching over Cancer he never got used to how terrible it tasted. Who in the right mind would make something like that, anyway? Sergeant Wilhelm Jobbe jogged towards Tazville holding a clipboard, saluted, and began reading off to him.
"Sir, I finished collecting all of this years votes. Looks like Tennigan wins again." The sergeant adjusted his glasses as he finished. General Tazville dumped his coffee and wiped his hands together. "I'd ought to get back to the Island tonight, then." He took the clipboard from Jobbe and walked towards the Landing Base.
As he walked, flipped through each page on the clipboard, detailing the votes of every single "citizen" in Cancer. He stopped when he got to page 7, seeing a large portion of votes for Hale. Unacceptable. If the fat bastard would keep his promise of decomissioning both Pisces AND Cancer, then Crab Island would be done for. He casually whistled as he pulled out the page, and grabbed for a nearby phone. "A-Base? This is Papa Devil, I'm going to need to delay the flight to Gil by say... Two hours, I'd like to make one last checkup on the base. Over." And with that, he plucked out Page 7 and pulled out a lighter, burning it to ashes.
Count me in.
Hey, is this RP open yet?
This looks pretty cool
This game looks really interesting. If it gets an OOC, I'll apply.
Wachter Scmied
The Prince of Iron


"нανє уσυ ρℓαує∂ тнιѕ gαмє вєƒσяє? ωнαт'ѕ уσυя ηαмє? αяє тнєяє мσяє ρяιη¢єѕ вєѕι∂єѕ уσυ αη∂ вαтмαη σνєя тнєяє? ωнαт'ѕ нιѕ ηαмє? нσω мαηу ρяιη¢єѕ αяє нєяє? нσω αяє уσυ gσηηα кιℓℓ тнє σтнєя ѕιχ ѕнα∂σωѕ αℓℓ ву уσυяѕєℓƒ? ∂σ уσυ тнιηк уσυ ¢αη ∂σ ιт? ∂ι∂ уσυ ησтι¢є уσυя ѕωσя∂ ¢яα¢к נυѕт ησω? ¢αη уσυ ƒιχ ιт? ωну'∂ уσυ ѕтαв ιт ℓιкє тнαт? ωну ∂ι∂η'т уσυ ѕтαв ιт ιη тнє тυмму? ι ωσυℓ∂'νє ѕтαввє∂ ιт ιη тнє тυмму. αяє уσυ gєттιηg нυηgяу? уσυ ωαηηα σя∂єя α ριzzα?"

Wachter felt his temple twitch in annoyance at his opponents relentless pestering. Perhaps this in itself was some form of abstract torment utilized by the Cosmic Witches. Suddenly, after a few choice words to each other, the Witch hurled several massive purple fireballs at the winged Solar Prince. As the Prince was consumed in the eldrict fires, they dissipated, leaving nothing. Wachter almost chuckled. Yet another Solar Prince's hubris had been their downfall. Or so Wachter thought.
"You little.." Wachter heard, "I'll wipe that grin off your face!"
The Solar Prince shot up high into the air, beating his batlike wings. His hand had turned into a dragon's head, which was aimed at Jinx, and shot a large beam of pure-red fire. The Witch was officially distracted. By provoking the Solar Prince, Wachter had bought himself some breathing space.

Some.

The six remaining Shadows roared as they bounded towards Wachter from all sides. He couldn't handle six of those beasts at once; Just to kill one, Eisen had to be cracked. Wachter pointed his swords downwards again, and thrusted it into the earth, blasting back all the Shadows again in a glorious white light. Wachter hopped forward. By moving his position, the Shadows were no longer an equal distance away from him. It broke him out of having to just buy more time with an attack that struck every Shadow at once. He could now strike at each Shadow as it approached him on a fixed schedule, dealing decent damage instead of constantly stalling his defeat.
@Baklava
Sorry, I've been busy lately. I'll be sure to put up a post tomorrow afternoon. Hang in there ;)
Wachter Scmied
The Prince of Iron


Wachter saw the girl turn her head. She still payed attention to him, however, as she said "ι ¢αη'т тєℓℓ уσυ, ѕнιηу ρяιη¢є~". She giggled as if his question had been a joke. Jinx turned back to face him, "ι--"

Wachter's attack threw her and her shadows off guard. The shadows tumbled backwards and the girl covered her face. What was she looking at? Wachter felt a Cosmic presence approaching; Another Prince, most likely. Whether they would be friend or foe wouldn't matter as long as the Witch needed to be stopped, right? Wachter watched as the Shadows stamped on the ground. Jinx giggled, almost ridiculing him, "υн σн! Nσω уσυ мα∂є тнєм мα∂.". Wachter saw one bound towards him, opening it's large mouth as if the beast expected a meal to be that easy.

Wachter held Eisen sideways, manipulating the Iron Magic inside of it. Eisen became sharper, and much longer, almost like a crude hybrid made between a Lance and a Sword. Eisen then gripped his blade with two hands and thrust forward into the beasts gaping jaw with a shout of conviction, completely impaling the beast. Wachter looked into the giant red eyes of the Shadow with hardly an arms length between them as it started slowly dissipating into nothingness. Wachter almost grinned at his small victory, but heard a loud *CRUNK*.

He saw a large crack in Eisen.

Wachter almost slapped his brow for being so careless with his weapon. Again. Stretching Eisen to such a long length and trying to hoist the shadow off the ground as it leapt were both foolish decisions. He still had to deal with six more shadows, a Witch, and her familiar, and his sword was already cracked. If he didn't want it to completely shatter, Wachter would have to resort to just sword skill.

And yet, he shouldn't have to be in such a situation. Wachter felt the princes energy extremely close now. He looked up to a nearby roof--

And saw a black haired person just sitting there, watching the fight go down. Wachter could tell he was a Solar Prince at this point. Content to just watching the battle go down, too damn prideful to put aside any ego's. Wachter cleared this throat.

"Lend me your aid, you cowardly welp!"

@Baklava@dragonmancer
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