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Sep 26 2010, 09:00 AM Post #61 |
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 DENNIS Dennis is okay, I really only met him once or twice at a party at Steve's place. I think he's dating Kristi.
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Sep 26 2010, 12:46 PM Post #62 |
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=\ You left out New South Gator. |
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Sep 26 2010, 01:00 PM Post #63 |
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GT Koopa
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Sep 27 2010, 07:23 AM Post #64 |
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Edit nope. Edited by GT Koopa, Sep 27 2010, 07:40 AM.
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| Kiorein | Oct 23 2010, 07:38 PM Post #65 |
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Udrodia Founded in the early 1200s by nomadic cattlemen, this nation has always been based on the fundamentals of strong agriculture. The inhabitants of this nation have lived out many generations full of people of great integrity and work ethic. They are also very modern, and have made great bounds in fields of science and mathematics, and have an excellent education system. Their economy may not be excellent, but their people live their lives with a high standard of living. Their history is not entirely rich, this nation tends to keep to itself, trying to survive the insanity caused by bordering nations such as WHY-oming, CPCK, and Thirstyland. What, were you expecting a gimmick? Did you want to laugh? What do you think this is? This is a nation where people live. How would you like it if the nation where you lived was all just some big gimmick? Huh? Would you like to live in a nation where everybody was obsessed with one particular thing just so some sicko on his computer can get some filthy sick kicks? We of Ubrodia do not stand for this. Gimmicks are destroying our homes and families. Whenever the idea of adopting a gimmick is brought up to our wonderful democracy, our nation is being delivered a threat. We do not do gimmicks. 
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Oct 23 2010, 09:02 PM Post #66 |
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 Estoge (pronounced es-toe-gay) History For a long time, Estoge was a pretty typical maritime nation. Its primary industries were fish and trade, and the natural harbor formed by Shipbreaker Bay brought galleys from all over the world to hawk their wares at the market town of Parth. This was before the great cloth embargo in Asia began. Soon after it began, it came to pass that just about the only thing you couldn't find for sale in the Parth markets was a new set of clothes. Then it happenned. The day that changed Estoge's reputation forever. Spotters at the great fortress-lighthouse of Storm's End spotted a ship coming in flying colors of distress. An escort was sent out and found two disturbing things. First of all, the ship had been attacked by pirates. Secondly, the distress flag was the only bit of cloth they had left on board the ship. The crew was entirely naked. And so began the Silken Age of Piracy. A popular expression came to be "Naked as a sailor in the port of Parth" as bewildered crews came to grips with their new nudist status along the docks. And as the clothing embargo was still underway, very few were lucky enough to buy new clothes, although some had the dubious fortune of finding and repurchasing their garments in Parth's black market. The pirate menace is still ongoing, although some crews are trying to circumvent the problem by trying a new solution marketted by Computerberg, soldering circuit boards to the surface of their skin instead of clothing. Other then that, the rest of the solutions are all sodomy-based efforts suggested by the Gaybodians and Dickfacians. Major cities PARTH - Parth lies at the most inland point of Shipbreaker Bay along the only safe channel through the body of water. Its a natural port, being inland enough to receive land shipments, but also close to the water. If it is for sale, you can probably find it somewhere in the Parth markets. STORM'S END - The great lighthouse-fortress was first built to warn ships of the dangers in Shipbreaker Bay. Now, it stands as one of the few vanguards against the cloth pirate menace. NORM - You know what people here don't like? Naked sailors. Seriously, GTFO
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Dec 5 2010, 01:18 AM Post #67 |
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Invoking the dead rule to call the next country Frank Some people remember when this rotund nation was a modest democracy with a few thriving cities. They remember the country, but they don't remember it's name. All they remember is Frank now. Now, the cities crumble, untouched since the day they were abandoned. Feral dogs roam the alleys. Automated buses and subways that have not yet lost power come and go. Parks have gone wild and are starting to grow into miniature forests. But there are no people left. There aren't even any bodies. All there is is Frank. Frank lives in a suburban development. The houses surrounding his have fallen into disrepair, but Frank keeps his split-level ranch as neat and tidy as his sharply trimmed mustache. He goes about his business as though an unknown overnight apocalypse that has taken everyone in his nation is as normal as anything. Normally, this wouldn't be much of a concern for outside nations. Cursory investigations and quarantines would be put into place, of course, just in case the disaster that befell the country everyone now calls Frank is contagious. That was before the seventh International Convocation, when The Convention was signed. During the early planning, the The organizers of the event received an astonishing request for dipomatic credentials for Frank, representative and Chief of State for the nation of Frank. It led to much hand-wringing and debate, but in the end the credentials and full diplomatic immunity were granted. With that precedent in tow, Frank has made frequent appearances on the international scene. He travels the world, but never too long because he doesn't have anyone at home to feed his cats. The international community is still extremely wary about Frank. No one knows whether he caused his country's great calamity or not, but the smiling man in the short sleeve dress shirts carries an odd atmosphere of unease everywhere he goes. His requests that Frank be recognized as a sovereign nation have been abided primarily because other countries fear the power he may or may not have. Frank's foreign policy as far as anyone can scrutinize anything Frank does, appears to be one of non-intervention and peaceful mediation. The Mawnese sent one of their spies once to report on Frank's activities. The following is the log of the surviving spy. 9 a.m. - Frank goes to check his mail. There is none. 9:39 a.m. - Frank eats breakfast: peanut butter and honey on toast 10 a.m. - Frank puts a sprinkler to water his lawn 11 a.m. - Frank stands on the front step and remarks on what a beautiful day it is. 12 p.m. - Frank has lunch: ham and cheese grilled sandwich. 1 p.m. Frank leaves through rear sliding door to back yard to check on shed. 1 - 5 p.m. Frank is in shed. Odd lights coming from windows of shed. 6 p.m. Frank emerges from shed and approaches me and invites me in for some lemonade. 7 p.m. Agent uses field discretion to terminate mission, because what could be wrong with Frank? Frank is great. Frank is such a nice guy. Nothing's wrong with Frank. The agent who filed this report has been in intense psycho-medical care ever since. Frank's primary exports are unease and cat poop.
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| Kiorein | Dec 5 2010, 02:42 PM Post #68 |
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I think I'm taking a break from Let's Redraw the Nation of _______ ahahha just kidding I call next |
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Dec 5 2010, 10:34 PM Post #69 |
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| Kiorein | Dec 6 2010, 12:02 AM Post #70 |
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*Checks his watch* *Looks at the thread* Huh. It's been a while hasn't it. *Looks away* ... *Checks his watch* ... *Watches TV* |
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Dec 6 2010, 04:36 AM Post #71 |
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I can't get no respect, I tells you. |
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| Stairmaster | Dec 6 2010, 07:40 AM Post #72 |
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It's okay I got this. Dangerville "The nation where excitement never ceases!"  - "My house" by Jimmy Estabanz from Dangerville Elementary.
Edited by Stairmaster, Dec 6 2010, 02:53 PM.
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| Kiorein | Dec 7 2010, 07:40 AM Post #73 |
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 Explodia This nation doesn't refer to itself as "Explodia", it likely has a name of its own. However, they don't share their name or object to being called Explodia. Mawnese spying attempts to try and gather information about the nation typically end in the spy becoming assimilated into Explodian culture and becoming very tight-lipped about the nature. It was given its name due to their tendency of launching missiles randomly across Africa every New Years Day. Usually they missiles hit a single country, and don't do that much damage, so most nations don't think of it as a big deal. The only time a missile attack from this nation has ever caused any serious damage was to the nation of Frank... and well, we know how that turned out. After attacking a nation and receiving a harsh response, they usually apologize and promise to never do such a horrible thing again, and then proceed to wordlessly do it again on the following New Years. There really is no reasoning with the Explodians. Other nations are afraid to wage war because the Explodians probably have a lot of missiles, and their current attacks are "no big deal, only a few hundred die a year, on average". They're currently at war with Computerburg, which has annexed a chunk of Explodian land. Explodian leaders insist on waiting until New Years to retaliate properly, and in the mean time are simply televising the Computerbergian attacks on their streets and cities. These guys are stupid
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| Stairmaster | Dec 8 2010, 04:58 PM Post #74 |
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I demand explodia be shaped like something more explodey |
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Dec 8 2010, 06:50 PM Post #75 |
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 asimj239 There was a tract of land in Fantastic Nebraska. It was odd. Compared with the relatively mundane arcane prairie surrounding it, this one patch of land flowered with the full bloom of a rain forest year round. There was no reason why it should, it bordered the sea on one side, but the sea is salty, and the area is not watered by any fresh-water rivers. Everything about this place said it should be exactly like the areas around it. But it is not. Then there were its measurements. It measured exactly 17 square miles. It was 17 acres. It was always 17 degrees, celsius and farenheit. It took 17 seconds to cross, unless your watch didn't have a second hand, in which case it took 17 minutes to cross. Measurements of this territory always inevitably ended up ending up with the number 17 as a number, no matter how ridiculous and improbable this seemed. Finally, one year, the famed Eccentrian scientist Lord Polimer the Sweetthing, attempted to empirically determine the surface area of this famed odd patch by measuring its circumference. We don't go to Fantastic Nebraska anymore. Curiously enough, the cataclysm that affects Fantastic Nebraska seems to have rendered this tract of land completely mundane. As a result, no one really pays much attention to it anymore. I mean, there's a country that's a fucking face. Why would you live here when there are so many other options?
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| Stairmaster | Dec 9 2010, 04:56 PM Post #76 |
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-10 Stair points for reasons that shall not be disclosed. |
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| Stairmaster | Jun 29 2011, 12:33 AM Post #77 |
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 THIRSTYLAND population: unsustainable water...need...water
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| Khrene | Jun 29 2011, 11:04 PM Post #78 |
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 The Coast of Jewusalem So what happened was that all the Jewish people who are rich and hollywood were shunned by the Jewish communities for loosing touch with their heritage. So to remedy this, Abraham Goldstein (birth name John Washington, he's only an eighth Jewish on his mom's side) had the brilliant idea of spending time in Jerusalem, but the place wasn't good enough for them. So they bought the coastlines of a bunch other Middle Eastern nations to for the coast of Jerusalem, but the MR.Goldstein had that speech impediment where he pwonounces his R's like W's. The place is actually a giant resort for the rich and famous, kept only to the rich Jewish at first before someone let the word out. "Abraham" and his co-owners manage the only airline that flies into the "country." The airline charges a ridiculous amount for flight tickets to keep the anyone not extremely rich, and therefore not in the know, out. Not to mention all planes have an 8 month layover in Wealthington, even though there are planes there every few days. They can't just support the country with a resort, but Mr."Goldstein" and his partners controls the only part of the Middle eastern coast that isn't getting toxic and corrosive waste from the oil ocean and make a killing off charging people for importing goods through their ports.
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