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Multiverse: The Awesome and Thought Provoking Title (Closed)

Soloman backed off a bit, perplexed at the developments in his situation.

"If you didn't detain me, then what is going on?" he uttered out, before hearing Justin question taxes.

"Wha...what world do you live in where taxes aren't a thing"

More were piling in, though Solomon payed them little mind as the ship they were on seemed to have a few words to say.

Low Power! Danger!

"Well, that's not good"

Solomon chuckled a bit at Cassie's surprise, "What, you've never been on a ship before? I didn't have you pegged for the earthbound type."

He followed after Justin. "Name's Solomon, I'm a spacer." he said, digging his plasma torch out of his pocket and holding it up for the others to see, "I was actually going to repair my own ship, so I guess we're in luck that this little thing carried over with me to wherever we are, huh?" Solomon took off his face mask and goggles, revealing his face, and perhaps more noticeable, his eyes, which were bright blue, almost looking florescent.

Soloman spoke up one last time, "So, I'm guessing you're all from Earth? Just on account of you're all speaking English"

Countries as people: World War One

Feliz Pascua!

Yeah, I'm just waiting for the greetings to Russia before I make my post for her and the Ottomans

Tell a story, five words at a time!

In the land before time, Littlefoot's mom, depressingly enough, died. But he had memes so all was well. Until Megatron laser cannoned the fire nation, destroying many cabbages and causing Littlefoot to become a powerful earth bender after Cera was brutally flung across the ocean. "By the power of Greyskull," the flaming homosexual wombat exclaimed, as he slipped and fell, only to be caught by a hopeless romantic trying to figure out the meaning of extraterrestrial existence in bed. Then he realized that without cheese, he could not feed his grandmother so he bought some power metal, pure cheesy goodness. However, Littlefoot was a metalbender, meaning the power metal could be bent, which would be glorious for Fire Nation. So Littlefoot challenged Megatron to a fist fight aboard the ship shaped like a cabbage. "Help me, Obi-wan!" Megatron cried, heard by a crimson eagle living in your basement furnace. Littlefoot tried to defeat Megatron by singing sweet nothings and tempting him with bacon, which was remarkably effective.

"Littlefoot," Megatron blushes, his metal lips stuck with bits of bacon while dipping some Szechuan sauce, "I surrender to your superior, the legendary Obi-wan Kenobi and his Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." Littlefoot laughed triumphantly and then said, "I am your father." Reaching out, he took Megatron's PC and downloaded Windows 10.

And then Nestor Makhno appeared.

"This! Is! Sparta!" Makhno bellowed, before stroking his mustache excitedly.

"If you say so, kid." Littlefoot replied, teleporting behind him before placing his hands on his shoulders to warmly embrace Megatron. Makhno, meanwhile, welcomed them both by performing an RKO outta nowhere. Littlefoot was stunned, but Megatron was impressed by his outstanding skillset.

"So tell me," said the man in the mirror, now twirling his hair

"No" Littlefoot unholstered his gat and immediately opened fire on his little toes by accident. Thus proving that a good set of fingers was required

Tell a story, five words at a time!

In the land before time, Littlefoot's mom, depressingly enough, died. But he had memes so all was well. Until Megatron laser cannoned the fire nation, destroying many cabbages and causing Littlefoot to become a powerful earth bender after Cera was brutally flung across the ocean. "By the power of Greyskull," the flaming homosexual wombat exclaimed, as he slipped and fell, only to be caught by a hopeless romantic trying to figure out the meaning of extraterrestrial existence in bed. Then he realized that without cheese, he could not feed his grandmother so he bought some power metal, pure cheesy goodness. However, Littlefoot was a metalbender, meaning the power metal could be bent, which would be glorious for Fire Nation. So Littlefoot challenged Megatron to a fist fight aboard the ship shaped like a cabbage. "Help me, Obi-wan!" Megatron cried, heard by a crimson eagle living in your basement furnace. Littlefoot tried to defeat Megatron by singing sweet nothings and tempting him with bacon, which was remarkably effective.

"Littlefoot," Megatron blushes, his metal lips stuck with bits of bacon while dipping some Szechuan sauce, "I surrender to your superior, the legendary Obi-wan Kenobi and his Mighty Morphing Power Rangers." Littlefoot laughed triumphantly and then said, "I am your father." Reaching out, he took Megatron's PC and downloaded Windows 10.

And then Nestor Makhno appeared.

"This! Is! Sparta!" Makhno bellowed, before stroking his mustache excitedly.

"If you say so, kid." Littlefoot replied, teleporting behind him before placing his hands on his shoulders to warmly embrace Megatron. Makhno, meanwhile, welcomed them both by performing an RKO outta nowhere. Littlefoot was stunned, but Megatron was impressed by his outstanding skillset.

"So tell me," said the man in the mirror, now twirling his hair

"No" Littlefoot unholstered his gat

Countries as people: World War One

Countries as people: World War One

Britain's House

@Dannyrulx@Lady Selune@SillyGoy@OfWindAndRain
The night had grown ever colder, as a rainstorm began brewing in the heavens above. Footsteps clacked loudly against the asphalt as Russia approached the home of Britain. The Ice Queen ascended the steps, meeting a locked door, but quickly eyeing one of Britian's housemates from within.

"Ireland, open the door"

Before the leprechaun had a chance to engage her in conversations about alcohol, Russia strutted past him, making her way towards the man she was here to see. The room was thick with tension, thicker than that acidic black ooze Ireland there kept trying to pass off as a drink. It was clear that someone had crashed the little meeting that Britannia was conducting here.

"Am I late for the festivities?" Russia blurted out as she walked regalty into the room. Britain had assembled quite the motely crew here. Russia eyed them all as she accounted for each face.

"Anglija, Amerika, Kanada," her voice and gaze stopping for a moment as they met with the token asian in the room, "Japanija". She held her gaze for a few seconds, before returning the attention to Britain.

"I am here to announce that I have finalized by alliance with Serbija, and will be aiding him in his war to free Bosnia." Russia tossed her hair back out of her face carelessly, "As I am sure you are aware, Anglija, your lover, Frantsija is my ally, and when Serbija begins the liberation, Germanija will retaliate. We have an agreement, that when Erika attacks either one of us, we will respond in turn. And with your alliance to Frantsija, well, I am simply being curtious enough to tell you to prepare for war inmediately."

Countries as people: World War One

Russia's gonna be dropping London by to make everyone uncomfortable soon

Countries as people: World War One

Name:
Russia

Appearance:


Allegiance: Entante

Personality:
Few nations exist in this world that make cruelty and sadism into an artform like Russia.
A woman of very few words, Russia relies far more on presence than oration. When she steps into a room, all go quiet, and the very air becomes a deathly cold. Nations have good reason to be afraid, for hiding behind the blank, emotionless gaze is a mind that has been hardened and made savage by life in the harsh wastes of the east. Many know of the horrible things that she has done to those who have stood before her in the past.

It is also well known that Russia is a violent alcoholic. To say that she is a mean drunk is a gross understatement, and once the vodka begins flowing, the cold and calculating facade that she sets up gives way for a bloodthirsty monster that strikes with all the ferocity and savagery of the bears that her land is so famous for. She seems to have a particular fondness for dealing with her enemies in slow and agonizing ways, in particular, crippling them and leaving them to freeze to death in the wastelands that compromise her dominions.

Other nations would take notice that lately, her mental health has been deteriorating further, and no longer is the fearsome eastern juggernaut keeping her cold and emotionless demeanor, but more and more her personality becomes violent and erratic, with her engaging in acts of self-mutilation and fits of insanity where she screams and begins to take on unusual personality traits for times. It is speculated that it will not take long for her to finally snap.

Likes:
Vodka, Winter, France, Maintaining order in her realm, Orthodox Christianity, dark humor, bearded men,
humiliating her enemies

Dislikes:
Germany, The Ottoman Empire, Japan, The mess that has become of the Balkans, the voices screaming in her head for change and revolution

Special Talent:
Ice Queen: Russia's domains are vast and dangerous. She holds the largest contiguous land-based empire, which she holds together with an iron fist. With so many resources at her disposal, Russia can seemingly summon an unending downpour of fire upon her enemies, throwing soldiers at them like nothing, taking bombings in her vast and mostly uninhabited lands with ease, and even using the horrifying weather of her lands to stop her enemies in her tracks.

Weaknesses:
Insanity: Lately, Russia has not been doing well. While she has had a reputation of cruelty before, she is doing significantly worse now, and it is likely she will not be able to maintain a stable and healthy state of mind for muchlonger. Voices in her head call for her to change her life, and she is finding it harder and harder to fight them.

Quality Control: The Problem with prodcing so much on such a large scale so quickly is that its hard to make sure everything is up to par. As a result, Russia's equipment is highly prone to failure and malfunction.

Familial Relationships:

Russia is a cousin to the Slavic nations of Central Europe and the Balkans. While not the oldest, she is certainly the most successful, and many other Slavic nations look up to her as a paragon of virtue. She has, however, largely disowned Bulgaria.

She can proudly claim Mongolia as her grandfather of all people, as he sired her father, Muscovy, with Kiev. Some like to joke that she got her violent and sadistic streak from her dedushka. Muscovy would later go on to produce three children of his own, Russia, and her two siblings, Ukraine and Belarus.
Currently, Russia houses Ukraine and Belarus in her own home, whether they like it or not.

While not biologically related, Russia considers Greece like a brother, as he is the child of Byzantium, who was like a father figure to Russia in the absence of her own father. Russia was very attached to Byzantium and was absolutely crushed at his death, even vowing to take on his legacy and proclaiming herself the Third Rome. It is very much a possibility that the grief she felt after his death was what triggered her descent into a cold unfeeling machine, and started her habit of heavy drinking. She is protective of his memory, and will not tolerate any insults to him.

France is the mother that Russia never had. Russia absolutely idolizes France and spent a good deal of time trying to emulate her in every way, following her to a tee in fashion, literature, and even the very way she ran her country. Russia doesn't nearly idolize her as she did before, but she still holds her in high regard.