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    I'm a Clown. Honk :O)

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  1. My Zombie Apocalypse Team

    REASONS: Lyre - I'm obviously the leader Drogo - Have you seen him? BK ET? The war? Bloodthirstiness? Game of Thrones? Who Me - "Antisocial Evil Bastard" Zoot - Head of Econ and the smartest guy ever <3 Justakittywithabox - She's always near the Doctor ShiftyStranger - Considering the speed in which he makes memes, yah. Yosodog - LOOKAT HIS CUTE CHUBBY FACE AND EARS Trofimowen / Peacity - I bet you $50 that he would somehow manage to offend and/or annoy brainless zombies into wanting to kill him in particular
  2. When the memes are too savage

    Shifty's image is pepe. I'm pretty sure it's already too late for that.
  3. The Day that Shifty Left

    This is a catch-up entry for @Shifty Stranger about all that happened on the day he left. But he came back! :DDDD -> @Zoot almost destroyed the Propaganda department by merging it with another group. (see also: Zoot turns the Propaganda Department into a greedy, money-laundering corporation and a vote we had to decide if Sparta was actively poaching our members) -> @Erwin Rommel tried to take your throne. -> The Senate was figuring out how to handle this (jk, we did nothing), @Techcraft2 made a conspiracy theory, @jimmyvbuck complimented you for the first time that he has ever complimented anyone, @Yosodog officially declared you to be deceased, @Mr. Flubb quoted Shakespeare for you, @Infice made the first post showing your revival, and the chatbox was flooded!
  4. Gods & Goddesses: Entry #1

    In the next story! Zoot fit so well as a goldsmith and stuff and the only other roles were women (which I was sure you wouldn't appreciate). You'll be in one of my planned stories tho!
  5. Gods & Goddesses: Entry #1

    Aww, everyone is so confused
  6. Gods & Goddesses: Entry #1

    Cannibal!
  7. Gods & Goddesses: Entry #1

    In one of my planned stories you will be a half-hedgehog, half-man.
  8. Gods & Goddesses: Entry #1

    Note: I got bored and decided to cast various alliance members into roles in famous myths, fairy tales, bible stories, etc... it's a bit long so bear with me. Entry #1: The Juniper-Tree It was long ago, in a land that is no longer remembered or mentioned, that a man and his religious wife lived. The couple had wished for children for a very long time but, as if cursed, the wife's body refused to birth a child and their attempts had often resulted in stillbirths. It was due to this that the man's wife had taken to praying fanatically every night in hopes of being blessed and released from her woes through a healthy baby. One night, during her prayers, her finger had been nicked after slicing an apple. Unhappily, she watched as a drop of her blood sunk into the snow beneath her. "If only," she thought. "I could have a child as red as blood and as white as snow." Soon after, the wintry months passed and the lady grew sickly and pale. "If I die," she told her husband. "Please bury me underneath the Juniper-Tree." But, as luck would have it, she recovered after a few passing months and her stomach grew swollen and bloated. By the ninth month, a child who was as red as blood and white as snow appeared and, in her delight, she had died. Before she passed, however, she said one last thing. "Take care of my child for me, @Yosodog," she smiled. "His name shall be @LordStrum." Her loyal husband nodded and, as she went to meet her maker, he took her body and laid her to rest underneath the Juniper-Tree. "I shalt not fail you, @ViKy," he finally said, reminiscing over his wife. It wasn't much later that he grew lonely and, while still devoted to his departed wife and son, he took another wife. @Azoth was a lovely woman who near instantly bore him a child; a daughter to match his son. Azoth, although a kind and caring woman, couldn't stop thinking horrid and sinful thoughts every time she saw her stepson, LordStrum. She was filled with hatred as she thought of how little her daughter would receive and how spoiled and lazy the boy would become. One day, evil consumed her mind and she began to assault the poor child. LordStrum had no place with peace, in his school (the Black Knights Academy) where everyone chided him for his slothful nature, or at home where his step-mother abused him. His step-sister, @Justakittywithabox, was his only solace. Finally, however, Azoth was seemingly overtaken by the devil and placed many apples in a steel chest in the kitchen. As LordStrum came home, his step-mother sweetly spoke to him. "My dear son, would you care to have an apple?" she asked, her voice as saccharine as honey. LordStrum, being not only a slothful but a gluttonous boy, happily replied. He strolled over to the chest and reached inside. His body, being so small, forced him to place half his body and his head in the chest to reach further. Slam! Azoth held a menacing look in her eyes as LordStrum's head cut cleanly off and sat in the chest, blood indistinguishable from the apples. Suddenly fearful of her act, Azoth quickly fled the room, forgetting of her step-son's body. Horror was the only way to describe her expression as her daughter, Justakittywithabox, wandered into the room with distress. "Mother!" she called. "I went into the kitchen and saw LordStrum digging into the chest of apples. I had asked him for one but he didn't answer and, although I saw only his crooked back reaching in, he seemed awfully pale and silent," tears began to drip out of her eyes. "I approached him and shook his body but then his head fell off unto the chest! Mother, I had knocked my brother's head off!" she cried, dropping to her knees. Azoth seemed to be at lost but, at that moment, wicked thoughts haunted her once again. "Justakittywithabox, there's nothing we can do now. We must hide the evidence and make him into black-pudding." Yosodog came home soon after and asked, "where is my son?". Azoth, however, already prepared dinner and answered promptly. "He had gone to visit his uncle, @Curufinwe, across the country." "I feel awfully worried should something go wrong. He should've said goodbye to me first." With that he began to eat and said, "Justakittywithabox, why are you crying? Your brother will come back soon." His face contorted into something of a mixture of wonder and amazement and said, "Azoth, this is a spectacular dish you made! Get me some more!" And the more he ate the more he wanted to have, and he said, "Give me some more, you shall have none of it." And he ate and ate until he had finished the whole. But Justakittywithabox went to her room and took her silk handkerchief, and got all the bones from beneath the table, and tied them up in her silk handkerchief, and carried them outside the door, weeping tears of blood. Then she laid down under the juniper tree on the green grass, and after she had lain down there, she suddenly felt light-hearted and did not cry any more. Then the juniper tree began to stir itself, and the branches parted asunder, and moved together again, just as if someone were rejoicing and clapping his hands. At the same time a mist seemed to arise from the tree, and in the center of this mist it burned like a fire, and a beautiful bird flew out of the fire singing magnificently, and he flew high up in the air, and when he was gone, the juniper tree was just as it had been before, and the handkerchief with the bones was no longer there. Justakittywithabox, however, was as gay and happy as if her brother were still alive. And she went merrily into the house, and sat down to dinner and ate. But the bird flew away and lighted on a goldsmith's house, and began to sing - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. @Zoot was sitting in his workshop making a golden chain, when he heard the bird which was sitting singing on his roof, and very beautiful the song seemed to him. He stood up, but as he crossed the threshold he lost one of his slippers. But he went away right up the middle of the street with one shoe on and one sock, he had his apron on, and in one hand he had the golden chain and in the other the pincers, and the sun was shining brightly on the street. Then he went right on and stood still, and said to the bird, "Bird," said he then, "how beautifully you can sing. Sing me that piece again." "No," said LordStrum, "I never sing it twice for nothing. Give me the golden chain, and then I will sing it again for you." "There," said the goldsmith, "there is the golden chain for you, now sing me that song again."Then the bird came and took the golden chain in his right claw, and went and sat in front of the goldsmith, and sang - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. Then the bird flew away to a shoemaker, and lighted on his roof and sang - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. The shoemaker heard that and ran out of doors in his shirt sleeves, and looked up at his roof, and was forced to hold his hand before his eyes lest the sun should blind him. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you can sing." Then he called in at his door, "Wife, just come outside, there is a bird, look at that bird, he certainly can sing." Then he called his daughter and children, and apprentices, boys and girls, and they all came up the street and looked at the bird and saw how beautiful he was, and what fine red and green feathers he had, and how like real gold his neck was, and how the eyes in his head shone like stars. "Bird," said the shoemaker, "now sing me that song again." "Nay," said LordStrum, "I do not sing twice for nothing, you must give me something." "Wife," said @Luis, "go to the garret, upon the top shelf there stands a pair of red shoes, bring them down." Then the wife went and brought the shoes. "There, bird," said Luis, "now sing me that piece again." Then the bird came and took the shoes in his left claw, and flew back on the roof, and sang - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. and when he had finished his song he flew away. In his right claw he had the chain and in his left the shoes, and he flew far away to a mill, and the mill went, klipp klapp, klipp klapp, klipp klapp, and in the mill sat twenty miller's men hewing a stone, and cutting, hick hack, hick hack, hick hack, and the mill went klipp klapp, klipp klapp'klipp klapp. Then the bird went and sat on a lime-tree which stood in front of the mill, and sang - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath, the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. @Erwin Rommel stopped his work and looked at LordStrum. "Bird," said he, "how beautifully you sing. Let me, too, hear that. Sing that once more for me." "Nay," said LordStrum, "I will not sing twice for nothing. Give me the millstone, and then I will sing it again." "Yes," said Rommel, "if it belonged to me only, you should have it." Then the bird came down, and the twenty millers all set to work with a beam and raised the stone up. And the bird stuck his neck through the hole, and put the stone on as if it were a collar, and flew on to the tree again, and sang - my mother she killed me, my father he ate me, my sister, little Justakittywithabox, gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. And when he had done singing, he spread his wings, and in his right claw he had the chain, and in his left the shoes, and round his neck the millstone, and he flew far away to his father's house. In the room sat the Yosodog, Azoth, and Justakittywithabox at dinner, and the Yosodog said, "How light-hearted I feel, how happy I am." "Nay," said the Azoth, "I feel so uneasy, just as if a heavy storm were coming." Justakittywithabox, however, sat weeping and weeping, and then came the bird flying, and as it seated itself on the roof Yosodog said, "Ah, I feel so truly happy, and the sun is shining so beautifully outside, I feel just as if I were about to see some old friend again." "Nay," said Azoth, "I feel so anxious, my teeth chatter, and I seem to have fire in my veins." And she tore her stays open, but Justakittywithabox sat in a corner crying, and held her plate before her eyes and cried till it was quite wet. Then the bird sat on the juniper tree, and sang - my mother she killed me, then the mother stopped her ears, and shut her eyes, and would not see or hear, but there was a roaring in her ears like the most violent storm, and her eyes burnt and flashed like lightning - my father he ate me, "Ah, Azoth," said Yosodog, "that is a beautiful bird. He sings so splendidly, and the sun shines so warm, and there is a smell just like cinnamon." My sister, little Justakittywithabox, then Justakittywithabox laid her head on her knees and wept without ceasing, but then Yosodog said, "I am going out, I must see the bird quite close." "Oh, don't go," said Azoth, "I feel as if the whole house were shaking and on fire." But Yosodog went out and looked at the bird. gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I On this LordStrum let the golden chain fall, and it fell exactly round the man's neck, and so exactly round it that it fitted beautifully. Then he went in and said, "just look what a fine bird that is, and what a handsome golden chain he has given me, and how pretty he is." But Azoth was terrified, and fell down on the floor in the room, and her cap fell off her head. Then sang the bird once more - my mother she killed me. "Would that I were a thousand feet beneath the earth so as not to hear that." My father he ate me, then the woman fell down again as if dead. My sister, little Justakittywithabox, "Ah," said Justakittywithabox, "I too will go out and see if the bird will give me anything," and she went out. Gathered together all my bones, tied them in a silken handkerchief, then he threw down the shoes to her. Laid them beneath the juniper tree, kywitt, kywitt, what a beautiful bird am I. Then she was light-hearted and joyous, and she put on the new red shoes, and danced and leaped into the house. "Ah," said she, "I was so sad when I went out and now I am so light-hearted, that is a splendid bird, he has given me a pair of red shoes." "Well," said Azoth, and sprang to her feet and her hair stood up like flames of fire, "I feel as if the world were coming to an end. I too, will go out and see if my heart feels lighter." And as she went out at the door, crash! LordStrum threw down the millstone on her head, and she was entirely crushed by it. Yosodog and Justakittywithabox heard what had happened and went out, and smoke, flames, and fire were rising from the place, and when that was over, there stood LordStrum and he took his father and Justakittywithabox by the hand, and all three were right glad, and they went into the house to dinner, and ate black-pudding.
  9. Entry #3: Bloodthirst

    It all began in BK University on the last class before graduation. I had loved peace and fluffy, cute things (evidence here: https://politicsandwar.com/nation/id=38502) until I was tasked to do the very thing I promised not to do: raid another nation. It was something I wanted to delay at first, giving the excuse of waiting for time to run out on beige and tried to stall by crossing my fingers. I, however, knew that if I was to stay and spend time with you lovely Black Knights then I must sacrifice my innocence and do the unspeakable. And I did. I first targeted an inactive, low-target nation to just finish the dirty work and never look back. So that no one would even notice the unforgivable crime I had committed (perpetrated raid here: https://politicsandwar.com/nation/war/timeline/war=117463). It felt terrible, picking on a defenseless nation. However, as the days passed, I noticed how little money I made and how much that one, simple raid had given me. I grew greedy and decided to do it just one more time as I had wanted to contribute to the Black KAT's less funded ideas (second raid here: https://politicsandwar.com/nation/war/timeline/war=117750). Within minutes, I became even more bloodthirsty after launching successful attacks. I felt arrogant and wanted more and more. I invaded another. I learned of the 5 aggressive war limit within seconds. I started to care less of how much I hurt them and began to target more active nations. It eventually led to this: Date Aggressor Defender Action/Status 05/23/2016 10:40 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Tundres Dylan Doklin The lone wolf Military Action Points: 2 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/23/2016 05:02 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Dictatorshipville Ville De Dictature Gudvin Wraak Military Action Points: 1 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/23/2016 04:11 PM Vape nation yall Go Green Cow Chop Applicant Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Military Action Points: 0 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/23/2016 03:54 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Vekaslavia Zeshka Gradnav Nations of Europe Coalition Military Action Points: 1 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/23/2016 03:51 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Gudvin Weasel Gudvin Wraak Military Action Points: 2 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/23/2016 03:43 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights KillEthon Rome KEN Military Action Points: 2 Select ActionGround BattleAirstrikeNaval BattleLaunch MissileNuclear AttackEspionageOffer PeaceTimeline 05/22/2016 02:29 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Seleucid Empire Antiochus III Hellenistic League Victory Timeline 05/22/2016 02:22 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Republik Sumatera Sukarno Joko Alliance of Kingstown Applicant Victory Timeline 05/22/2016 02:15 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Korsovano Mikhali Stalin North Russian Oil Fields Alliance Victory Timeline 05/21/2016 12:50 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Djanet Speznaskui None Victory Timeline 05/21/2016 12:44 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Republic of Taiwan Eliyahu Ezra Republic of Taiwan Victory Timeline 05/19/2016 11:50 PM Bellatulus Lyre Black Knights Nexus Nicholai Libertarian Anarchist Nexus Victory Timeline I started to target nations specifically in alliance, checking treaties, protections, members, etc... I destroyed all my resource production for military and changed my 'Fortress' policy into one of 'Attrition' not to gain money but to deal more infrastructure damage and hurt my enemies more. I became more aggressive and defensive, even thinking of turning my nation from a production-based, trading country into a militaristic fiend. It all happened in the course of five days. I hadn't noticed until I upgraded my infrastructure twenty billion times in order to gain more military production... My military, previously less than 10% of my total points, became a fourth of it. I have a thousand targets in my dossier to invade... my bloodthirst is growing Finally, the message the hit the nail on the head: From: Mikhali Stalin Date: 05/24/2016 Tuesday 12:42 am I [email protected]#$IN HATE YOU AND WILL [email protected]#$IN PARE YOU THEN [email protected]#$IN KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP TLDR; STOP FORCING PEOPLE TO RAID IN BKU. IT'S TURNING PEOPLE INTO PSYCHOTIC MASS MURDERERS
  10. The Diplomacy: Entry #1

    This will be a new part of my blog/journal/diary dedicated to my experiences as a foreign diplomat for the $yndicate and Roz Wei! My first impression of Roz Wei is that they're a lovable bunch of xenophobic ayy-lmao haters and Donald Trump lovers. Literally all of them have a Donald Trump post / topic in the P&W official forum. They're not exactly active in the embassy but they're a strong, new alliance filled with people like the infamous Rozalia. They're followers of Divine Right and have a particular obsession for Chinese/Asian dynasties and emperors in contrast to our love for aliens and anime. On the other hand, the $yndicate has primarily two members I particularly adore (one of which I am having a pun-flirting competition with) named Wilhelm the Demented and the other guy who has the Cheshire Cat as his avatar. I envy them for their arcade and have spent more time trying to beat high scores (and succeeding in a game of Snake) against their members. I have proudly secured the #1 position of Snake for the Black Knights (brags, brags, brags). We should have an arcade. I might actually defect to the $yndicate purely for their '80s style arcade. They have cool dropbears as their mascots but aliens definitely beat them in the catchphrase and mascot categories. All in all, I'm loving my new job and I find myself frequenting their forums. TLDR: Roz Wei hates ayy lmao, the $yndicate has a cool arcade that we should have, and I love my job.
  11. Entry #2: Peace not War

    Welcome to the daily dairy entries. I am feeling depressed today so I will put up some depressing stuff. This is automated from yesterday since, on Saturday, I have job training. Today's topic is the gruesome effect of war. Namely, this: The citizens you have in your fictional nation are soldiers who go to war and raid. They die in gruesome fashion and, every time a bomb goes off or your land is attacked, innocent children die as they run away with melting skin and flesh. As disease in your cities run rampant, bodies are burnt, the ill are shunned and left to die, people die painfully, and suffering is always there. The cosmetic taxes? You are taking the livelihood of your people to support a dictatorship. Your baseball team ages and dies but you remain an immortal tyrant with no democracy, no elections, no freedom. Your people never vote and you never hear their voice because they don't have a voice. When your crime rate is up, imagine all the people there being murdered, raped, and brutalized in the worst way possible. You are a murderer.
  12. Entry #1: Desomorphine

    I have no idea what to write about so I decided to teach you guys, my dear readers, on how to make a drug called Krokodil. I'm mostly doing this because I'm depressed that my p̸̷̣̯̃̓̅͢r̘͔̣ͭ̏͑ỏ̱͓̖̊ͮ̾́m̖̱̬̘͍̖͍̗̀ͥ͛ͬ̚i̦̤͍̥̜̟̘ͫ̇ͬ͋̒̈́͛ͬ̽͞s̷͖̯̱̻̤̱̭͑̅̋͌ͭe̲̱̼͉̯̺̬̔ͮ͑͆͌̌̚s̻̞̱͕̗̠̥̱͖̒̎̉͗ͦ̃ͯ͜͡ ̳͚̫̤̥̾ͬ̿͂t̗̗̗̑̀̚͠ǒ̧̤̫̭̭̲̆̾̑͟ ̠͈͋͌̓͋̈̉̿̋̀e̳̠̙̤̝̣͚̾̽̾̓̚n̡̟̳͓̓ͣ̍̓̽ͪ͟ͅd̨̥͚͖̍͡ͅ ̧̢͇̮͙̑͊͆y̬̤̗͔̯͓̭̬̿̌̋̋̈͗́ỏ̷̸̼̻̻̳̼̣̒͌ͯ̇͜u̯͊̌ͤ̿ͨ̈́ͬͤ̓ŗ̠̣͇̥̼̄͆̄̀ͧ͡ ̶̤̗̞͔̥̝͆͛́p̢̜̼͚̤͋̉͐̍ͯ̃aͤ͛͊ͣ͊҉̧̧͎̺͙̤̬tͨ̂ͣ̀ͩ́͏̪͔͞h̛̩͉̥̹̲̄ͫ̽̾̍ͮ̍e̞̜ͭ̒̃̅̓̃͌̒̚͢t̴̸̡̹̜̫̖̟̟̯ͪ͗̄̂͐ͮͅi̸͇͖̳̓ͮ̏̊ͣ̄ͫ͊͑c̸̴̙̟̘͋̎̇̇̊͌ͪ̀ͅ ̛̟̱̜̱̱̽ͦ̋̂ͯͭl̵̪̖͖͕͐̊̇i̐̌҉̷̯̥̦̩͍v̳͓̝̣̈̍̆̈́ͤͤ̍ͯe͍̹̥̠̺̱̊ͫͦ̇ͫ́s̻̩͖̺ͧ̿̕ have not phased you suicidal lot into joining the Death Match. As of such, I am hoping that you will overdose on desomorphine to fulfill my promise. Hopefully, most of you will be dead within a year. The first step into making Krokodil is codeine, which is obtained through simple pharmaceutical medicines you can get over-the-counter or with a prescription (e.g. cough syrup). You just need some paint thinner (which kills brain cells), gasoline, hydrochloric acid (which is everywhere from medicine cabinets to food preservatives), iodine (also in pharmacies), and red phosphorous (which you can get from match strike pads). It's extremely easy and cheap to make Krokodil, taking 30 minutes for a 90 minutes average high. Restrictions have been placed in Russia due to the high Krokodil use in that particular country but hasn't strongly affected any other country. It causes flesh to rot off the body and make you end up like this: This is depressed diary entry #1. It's simple to make and all you have to do is get the ingredients and make it. I expect you all to be rotting, shambling corpses within a year. Now, let me go cry in my closet.
  13. Join BK...?

    But I don't think they're going to stop... I don't want you to leave potential-friend D: EDIT: Leave forever
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