And the Game must?! go on!
Tonight we find the party split. Trump, Tracy, and Taylor find themselves in a grand banquet hall with a gradually increasing number of stiff-backed military personnel, along with a variety of less-but-still disciplined civilians. The whole place reeks of rigidity and efficiency. All boots are shiny, all suits and uniforms are crisp and clean.
Meanwhile, Torcuil - who didn't die - prepares to venture forth with Infernius and Thez who just last night got engaged, no homo to wreck shop on an entire city of commies. "Isn't wanton killing evil" you might ask, to which I say "Not when its commies".
So then, let us begin,... again.
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>>25607
Its supposed to be fun! Now on the subject of Rangers,... you might find someone in the immediate surroundings who knows a thing or 7.
Its supposed to be fun! Now on the subject of Rangers,... you might find someone in the immediate surroundings who knows a thing or 7.
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The two attending staff members begin feeling around Taylor for any injuries or signs of distress. The assistant asks Trump/Tracy, "Does she have any existing medical conditions that you are aware of? Is she allergic to any medications?"
"I'm not detecting any signs of trauma, elevating her head," the main responder says wrapping up his jacket into a roll and placing it under Taylor's head.
The incoming crowd takes more than a passing interest in the situation with Taylor. "Please, maintain a perimeter!
Two more people with medical symbols on their uniform enter. "Sir, we're here to relieve you."
"Thank you. She collapsed on the floor, no apparent signs of injury, and she's still breathing but unresponsive."
"We'll take it from here. Preparing AED device." he says while the other medic rips open her jacket and shirt.
"Placing electronic shock devices."
"I'm not detecting any signs of trauma, elevating her head," the main responder says wrapping up his jacket into a roll and placing it under Taylor's head.
The incoming crowd takes more than a passing interest in the situation with Taylor. "Please, maintain a perimeter!
Two more people with medical symbols on their uniform enter. "Sir, we're here to relieve you."
"Thank you. She collapsed on the floor, no apparent signs of injury, and she's still breathing but unresponsive."
"We'll take it from here. Preparing AED device." he says while the other medic rips open her jacket and shirt.
"Placing electronic shock devices."
A sharp surge of electricity shoots through Taylor, forcing her eyes open, and causing her to gasp for air.
The medical staff breathe a sigh of relief. "Ma'am, can you hear me? You're in the Spartan's mess hall, you fell and lost consciousness. Please remain still while I check your vitals."
>>25623
And here i thought getting shocked would have been seen as adverse
"Ma'am, you seem to be convulsing. Its best that you lay there. I need an....." he's interrupted by >>25626
The surrounding onlookers cheer at her return to life and movement (aside from slight 'convulsions'). Several people pat him on the shoulder and back, while his assistant looks at him with green eyes.
And here i thought getting shocked would have been seen as adverse
"Ma'am, you seem to be convulsing. Its best that you lay there. I need an....." he's interrupted by >>25626
The surrounding onlookers cheer at her return to life and movement (aside from slight 'convulsions'). Several people pat him on the shoulder and back, while his assistant looks at him with green eyes.
"Ma'am, I think you're going to be alright. Take over for me," he says to the other attendent who shoots him a look of "Oh NOW I can take over".
Meanwhile, aside from Taylor's,... situation, Thez inquires to Infernius. "Why are we going to go kill a city again? I'm not opposed, just wondering why its necessary or called for is all."
>>25639
"me not know full details but me was in bavaria during the coup they starved the civilians and kept all the food for themselves thats what it means they also rape and murder with out reason, communist are the worst dregs of anyworld."
"me not know full details but me was in bavaria during the coup they starved the civilians and kept all the food for themselves thats what it means they also rape and murder with out reason, communist are the worst dregs of anyworld."
Back.
What did I miss?
What did I miss?
>>25643
Thez eyes sharpen. "So demons then." Draws her broom and unsheathes it. "Its a shame I don't have claws for this," then to Infernius and Torcuil, "When do we leave?"
>>25646
"Definitely demons. Maybe not literally, but thats how Demons are. Laws are 'negotiable items', public opinion beats out decency and responsibility. That sound about right?"
Thez eyes sharpen. "So demons then." Draws her broom and unsheathes it. "Its a shame I don't have claws for this," then to Infernius and Torcuil, "When do we leave?"
>>25646
"Definitely demons. Maybe not literally, but thats how Demons are. Laws are 'negotiable items', public opinion beats out decency and responsibility. That sound about right?"
>>25656
Tracy is at the rapidly filling mess hall, which large portions of which are taking their seats and calming down after the commotion of Taylor's momentary distraction.
Tracy is at the rapidly filling mess hall, which large portions of which are taking their seats and calming down after the commotion of Taylor's momentary distraction.
>>25660
Its all strength, determination, and form. Its an almost entirely military civilization, and all present are either military or elected by. Everyone's armed (though not aggressively so), and aside from glances (especially toward Tracy, who is the only Poner - let alone non-human - in the room) everyone is operating quite dignified and decorously.
>>25661
Not yet
Its all strength, determination, and form. Its an almost entirely military civilization, and all present are either military or elected by. Everyone's armed (though not aggressively so), and aside from glances (especially toward Tracy, who is the only Poner - let alone non-human - in the room) everyone is operating quite dignified and decorously.
>>25661
Not yet
Praise Epona
As far as the Banquet is concerned, I'll leave it here until Trump returns. Sorry, but his contribution is the the next piece of the interaction.
Renquist appears to a scattering of applause, which he smiles and waves to, while venturing toward his seat. At the same time a "Huuuah!" can be heard from without, and a set of doors on one side of the hall burst open. Immediately inward stream scores of individuals (soldiers, the lot) who quickly and precisely assume seats. Renquist stands to address the proceedings. Men, please welcome the finest among us. He needs no introduction. The foremost of all Spartans," "Huuah!" "Baz, whom we serve beside." The crowd erupts in perfectly synchronized applause. It's like a perfectly-timed drumroll.
A door largely obstructed from sight opens and closes. Eyes follow what cannot be seen, and before long, the Bazookah Squirrel (still carrying his bazookah) hops up onto the table.
"Spartans. I am pleased to declare today a holiday." Cheers, flown hats, and excitement erupt from the soldiers and citizens present. The celebration continues for a moment, until Baz raises his wee hand, causing silence to descend like a wave. "Today marks a day which was once thought a distant dream. Many may have noticed an increased incursion of native and insidious groups, infringing on our lands." rumbles of agreement. "Many have noticed too that our resources are increasingly tight, brought on by those incursions and a variety of other issues that we have yet to determine. Gentlemen, I present to you this man, and those who venture with him. They have come to our gates with gifts the likes of which I have never dreamed." Murmuring increases until by his wee hand they quiet. "What is a Spartan's purpose!" "Sparintenar!" comes the reply.
"And what is the greatest threat to Sparintenar!"
"The emperor!"
He pauses, and looks around, then at Trump. Nodding before continuing he directs at Trump (all this in that squeaky voice) "Please, let us dispense with propriety. Trump, if you please," he says, taking a seat.
Renquist appears to a scattering of applause, which he smiles and waves to, while venturing toward his seat. At the same time a "Huuuah!" can be heard from without, and a set of doors on one side of the hall burst open. Immediately inward stream scores of individuals (soldiers, the lot) who quickly and precisely assume seats. Renquist stands to address the proceedings. Men, please welcome the finest among us. He needs no introduction. The foremost of all Spartans," "Huuah!" "Baz, whom we serve beside." The crowd erupts in perfectly synchronized applause. It's like a perfectly-timed drumroll.
A door largely obstructed from sight opens and closes. Eyes follow what cannot be seen, and before long, the Bazookah Squirrel (still carrying his bazookah) hops up onto the table.
"Spartans. I am pleased to declare today a holiday." Cheers, flown hats, and excitement erupt from the soldiers and citizens present. The celebration continues for a moment, until Baz raises his wee hand, causing silence to descend like a wave. "Today marks a day which was once thought a distant dream. Many may have noticed an increased incursion of native and insidious groups, infringing on our lands." rumbles of agreement. "Many have noticed too that our resources are increasingly tight, brought on by those incursions and a variety of other issues that we have yet to determine. Gentlemen, I present to you this man, and those who venture with him. They have come to our gates with gifts the likes of which I have never dreamed." Murmuring increases until by his wee hand they quiet. "What is a Spartan's purpose!" "Sparintenar!" comes the reply.
"And what is the greatest threat to Sparintenar!"
"The emperor!"
He pauses, and looks around, then at Trump. Nodding before continuing he directs at Trump (all this in that squeaky voice) "Please, let us dispense with propriety. Trump, if you please," he says, taking a seat.
>>25684
She looks at him, then forward, then back at him. "No. Yes. Maybe,... yes." she seems unsure, but she said yes twice.
She looks at him, then forward, then back at him. "No. Yes. Maybe,... yes." she seems unsure, but she said yes twice.
>>25688
"Thanks Troll."
Torc takes the banana being offered
"Question. Do you notice anyone who shouldn't be here? I feel... watched"
"Thanks Troll."
Torc takes the banana being offered
"Question. Do you notice anyone who shouldn't be here? I feel... watched"
>>25689
Tr> "I haven't detected anyone out of the ordinary,... not that ordinary is 'ordinary' around here, why do you ask?"
Tr> "I haven't detected anyone out of the ordinary,... not that ordinary is 'ordinary' around here, why do you ask?"
>>25676
Trumpaladin looks out to the crowded groups with a smile
"Everyone. Ladies and gentleman of Sparintenar. The Emperor, Kefka, is dead."
He now produces the head of kefka from the bag and displays it for allot see, giving a moment of silence for the effect to sink in
"For years, he and his tarasque ruled the lands with mercilessness and sadism, exacting a painful tribute and destroying those who did not or could not pay, while killing at random. Or so he ruled, until he tried to attack Port Barry, which could not make a tribute payment after spending its reserves to rebuild from a demonic incursion. With the power of Football, my party and I killed him, and his tarasque too, in our Football stadium. His reign of tyranny is at an end."
Puts back down the head.
To be continued, but reactions first and I need to actually arrive at home
\r
Trumpaladin looks out to the crowded groups with a smile
"Everyone. Ladies and gentleman of Sparintenar. The Emperor, Kefka, is dead."
He now produces the head of kefka from the bag and displays it for allot see, giving a moment of silence for the effect to sink in
"For years, he and his tarasque ruled the lands with mercilessness and sadism, exacting a painful tribute and destroying those who did not or could not pay, while killing at random. Or so he ruled, until he tried to attack Port Barry, which could not make a tribute payment after spending its reserves to rebuild from a demonic incursion. With the power of Football, my party and I killed him, and his tarasque too, in our Football stadium. His reign of tyranny is at an end."
Puts back down the head.
To be continued, but reactions first and I need to actually arrive at home
\r
Torc's dagger turns int a claymore, right? What enchantment is that? I want to make something similar.
>>25692
That was perfect.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, soldier and civilian alike speak in whispered and audible tones amongst one another. Smatterings of discussion and strategy, and what-not immediately spring up until, a squeaky voice (somehow) cuts through the increasing din.
"Behold. We do welcome Trump, Tracy and Taylor into our banquet hall. Some have heard, and for others this is a new revelation. I bid you leave, please eat all you can stomach. Today is a day we have planned for, but could never have seen realized. Today is the day that the shackles of Sparintenar come OFF!" A huge and deafening cheer raises from the soldiers and others assembled. Many scramble to their feet, eager to take in the literal food as well as to satisfy the sudden hunger that they felt. Renquist wanders over to Trump (both deliberately delaying him and party and showing unveiled appreciation. "Sir, you have come unto Sparintenar with a blessing. We've been planning to assault the emperor for years and yet you've accomplished our designs right under our noses. I think, we may have alot to learn from you and yours."
A variety of individual cheers and jubilation bubble up from various pockets and patches of the assembled group, and everyone is in high spirits. Baz sits quietly at his seat, while all the soldiers, staff members, and assembled Spartans - military and non - take their fill of the ample (but not limitless) banquet that has been assembled, mess-hall style for ease and efficiency. As all the soldiers and lower-ranks resume their seats, the officers then likewise stand, and progress toward the food. At this time, staff otherwise unoccupied shuffle up to Trump and co (not that it's Trump and Co, but he's obviously the most iconic of the group) and indicate that it is their turn and place to serve themselves.
>>25697
"Ma'am are you okay? Are you okay!",....
That was perfect.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, soldier and civilian alike speak in whispered and audible tones amongst one another. Smatterings of discussion and strategy, and what-not immediately spring up until, a squeaky voice (somehow) cuts through the increasing din.
"Behold. We do welcome Trump, Tracy and Taylor into our banquet hall. Some have heard, and for others this is a new revelation. I bid you leave, please eat all you can stomach. Today is a day we have planned for, but could never have seen realized. Today is the day that the shackles of Sparintenar come OFF!" A huge and deafening cheer raises from the soldiers and others assembled. Many scramble to their feet, eager to take in the literal food as well as to satisfy the sudden hunger that they felt. Renquist wanders over to Trump (both deliberately delaying him and party and showing unveiled appreciation. "Sir, you have come unto Sparintenar with a blessing. We've been planning to assault the emperor for years and yet you've accomplished our designs right under our noses. I think, we may have alot to learn from you and yours."
A variety of individual cheers and jubilation bubble up from various pockets and patches of the assembled group, and everyone is in high spirits. Baz sits quietly at his seat, while all the soldiers, staff members, and assembled Spartans - military and non - take their fill of the ample (but not limitless) banquet that has been assembled, mess-hall style for ease and efficiency. As all the soldiers and lower-ranks resume their seats, the officers then likewise stand, and progress toward the food. At this time, staff otherwise unoccupied shuffle up to Trump and co (not that it's Trump and Co, but he's obviously the most iconic of the group) and indicate that it is their turn and place to serve themselves.
>>25697
"Ma'am are you okay? Are you okay!",....
>>25701
I haven't decided yet (I hace a few planned, but I don't want to spoil). I'll probably need to make it first, which'll take weeks..
I haven't decided yet (I hace a few planned, but I don't want to spoil). I'll probably need to make it first, which'll take weeks..
>>25705
how?
how?
>>25702
>not relizing who actually killed klefka and turned the terraquesce-thing into a football
I mean, okay, if you wanna play like that. Im not salty.
JK, have fun at the banquet faggots
>not relizing who actually killed klefka and turned the terraquesce-thing into a football
I mean, okay, if you wanna play like that. Im not salty.
JK, have fun at the banquet faggots
>>25702
Trumpaladin says to Baz and to all who are listening
"Thank you, good sir and sirs, for your generosity and complements.
I will talk with you about military tactics and strategy. But, while I can see you have given much though for war and liberation, have you given much thought to how to live under peace and freedom? I have a few ideas in mind that I believe could help Sparintenar, at the same time as helping my Port Barry."
Looks to see what food is being offered
>>25709
"You can go eat now little pony"
\r
Trumpaladin says to Baz and to all who are listening
"Thank you, good sir and sirs, for your generosity and complements.
I will talk with you about military tactics and strategy. But, while I can see you have given much though for war and liberation, have you given much thought to how to live under peace and freedom? I have a few ideas in mind that I believe could help Sparintenar, at the same time as helping my Port Barry."
Looks to see what food is being offered
>>25709
"You can go eat now little pony"
\r
>>25706
>>25708
Wut? Nevermind. I do have to warn you both, there won't be alot of "actual" (as in pressing, adversarial, or dangerous) combat with the commie town. Its basically going to be a free-for-all where players indulge their most malicious and inhuman desires and predilections. Its supposed to be a blood-bath.
>>25711
>goading
Naughty,...
>>25712
Murmers of acknowledgement echo, while mostly there's sounds of nom.
The banquet (over time) dies down into an increasingly sparse gathering, as soldiers return - under the directive of holiday (more in a moment) - to their homes, barracks, wives, and families. The whole city is in celebration.
Baz approaches Trump, who I assume has the presence of mind to wait before departing.
"Thank you for that. I would like to take a walk with you, if you don't mind."
>>25716
see >>25702 at the bottom. We'll just assume Tracy took the opportunity then?
>>25708
Wut? Nevermind. I do have to warn you both, there won't be alot of "actual" (as in pressing, adversarial, or dangerous) combat with the commie town. Its basically going to be a free-for-all where players indulge their most malicious and inhuman desires and predilections. Its supposed to be a blood-bath.
>>25711
>goading
Naughty,...
>>25712
Murmers of acknowledgement echo, while mostly there's sounds of nom.
The banquet (over time) dies down into an increasingly sparse gathering, as soldiers return - under the directive of holiday (more in a moment) - to their homes, barracks, wives, and families. The whole city is in celebration.
Baz approaches Trump, who I assume has the presence of mind to wait before departing.
"Thank you for that. I would like to take a walk with you, if you don't mind."
>>25716
see >>25702 at the bottom. We'll just assume Tracy took the opportunity then?
>>25728
What's the requirement for Good in this universe? I may have misinterpreted my alignment. *ironic sneezing*
What's the requirement for Good in this universe? I may have misinterpreted my alignment. *ironic sneezing*
>>25731
Baz turns as Taylor approaches. As he looks, Taylor is hit with a wave of, not supernatural but evident and tangible, intimidation. This squirrel is solid mettle.
"Yes?"
Baz turns as Taylor approaches. As he looks, Taylor is hit with a wave of, not supernatural but evident and tangible, intimidation. This squirrel is solid mettle.
"Yes?"
Meanwhile, Sigmund approaches Taylor from the side, but holds his tongue. Renquist has departed, as have most of the soldiers.
It was a fine to do, but it ended with the same rigid efficiency it began with. There today, gone tomorrow.
>>25737
You are, this is an unplanned interjection.
It was a fine to do, but it ended with the same rigid efficiency it began with. There today, gone tomorrow.
>>25737
You are, this is an unplanned interjection.
>>25735
H- hi thats an impressive weapon you have there would you mind telling me how it functions herr baz?
H- hi thats an impressive weapon you have there would you mind telling me how it functions herr baz?
>>25733
>what have I done?
you're fufilling your destiny Infernius. Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force.
>I will do what ever you ask
Goooood, goooooood
>just help me save Thez's life. I can't live without her
>what have I done?
you're fufilling your destiny Infernius. Become my apprentice, learn to use the dark side of the force.
>I will do what ever you ask
Goooood, goooooood
>just help me save Thez's life. I can't live without her
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>>25744
I identify as an attack helicopter: Neutral
I identify as an actual gender, which is the one I was born as: Good
I identify as a sixth generation panromantic foxsexual wolf-kin: Evil
I identify as an attack helicopter: Neutral
I identify as an actual gender, which is the one I was born as: Good
I identify as a sixth generation panromantic foxsexual wolf-kin: Evil
>>25746
"These people do. When I first came here, they were tribal. Militant yes, but lacking in direction, or advanced strategy, or the ability to innovate. I come from a world different than this one, as I suspect you do. With the resources at my disposal, I applied myself to helping them establish a mighty and prosperous city-state, all under the watchful eye of the Emperor. Our aim has been to develop and grow to such a point where we could ourselves strike him down, and yet now he IS struck down. Though emphatically welcome, I don't know that the Spartans have it in us to survive and continue to develop without a common, central enemy. In short, we are built and bred for war, and yet now I don't know that war is inevitable. Native tribes and populations have become more brazen, attacking convoys and expeditions, but these are recent nuisances that will quickly be mitigated. I am concerned for the future of Sparintenar. While industrious, disciplined, and fierce, we have not dared to indulge in allies."
"These people do. When I first came here, they were tribal. Militant yes, but lacking in direction, or advanced strategy, or the ability to innovate. I come from a world different than this one, as I suspect you do. With the resources at my disposal, I applied myself to helping them establish a mighty and prosperous city-state, all under the watchful eye of the Emperor. Our aim has been to develop and grow to such a point where we could ourselves strike him down, and yet now he IS struck down. Though emphatically welcome, I don't know that the Spartans have it in us to survive and continue to develop without a common, central enemy. In short, we are built and bred for war, and yet now I don't know that war is inevitable. Native tribes and populations have become more brazen, attacking convoys and expeditions, but these are recent nuisances that will quickly be mitigated. I am concerned for the future of Sparintenar. While industrious, disciplined, and fierce, we have not dared to indulge in allies."
>>25739
Sigmund immediately interjects afterward. "Please excuse him, this is his first public event since,... well since I became a minister. His reputation is one of extreme aesceticism and ill manner. Please, it may have been his intention to offend, but is not representative of Sparintnar. He does not respect entertainment, and personally desires the elimination of it - he feels its degenerative - but again, this doesn't necessarily reflect the opinions of the people.
>>25755
Lawful Neutral
Sigmund immediately interjects afterward. "Please excuse him, this is his first public event since,... well since I became a minister. His reputation is one of extreme aesceticism and ill manner. Please, it may have been his intention to offend, but is not representative of Sparintnar. He does not respect entertainment, and personally desires the elimination of it - he feels its degenerative - but again, this doesn't necessarily reflect the opinions of the people.
>>25755
Lawful Neutral
Several staff-members put together a rapid-paced assortment of food for Taylor.
"I will wait until you are finished, but I wish to speak to you more about the possibility of an agreement."
"I will wait until you are finished, but I wish to speak to you more about the possibility of an agreement."
>>25767
"As you will, take your time," he smiles and shifts away so as not to be looking directly at Taylor while she eats.
"As you will, take your time," he smiles and shifts away so as not to be looking directly at Taylor while she eats.
>>25763
Work on crafting, while you're at the tower.
Also, build a fireplace in the stables so Troll can get off of Tracy's eggs.
Work on crafting, while you're at the tower.
Also, build a fireplace in the stables so Troll can get off of Tracy's eggs.
>>25753
"I see. I do believe I can help you on this.
First, my credentials. I came into this world lacking in direction myself, and Port Barry was an agricultural city that occasionally served as a haven for pirates. I took up a position as defender after we unwittingly killed off a group that oppressing the entire city of Port Barry. Once that was accomplished, we used up our part's personal funds to create a Football Stadium. Football gave them guidance and meaning in life. I cleaved off the arm of an arch demon that was attacking the city in front of the citizenry, which endeared them to me. When the city burned down after a demon attack, we rebuilt it with new industries that made the city wealthier. What happened is that we gave the citizens hope, by showing that we good visibly improve the quality of life by proving new jobs and opportunities through trade, and purpose through Football. Now, they follow me and us proudly and willingly.
My first proposal: open a Football franchise in Sparintenar. Now, two things are readily appearent about Sparintenar: that the people crave entertainment, and that the people are militaristic and tribal in nature. Football is divine, but it is practical as well, and it entertains like nothing else, while going to the core of humanity's tribal nature. Whereas a song entertains for three minutes, football entertains for three hours every game, and then there's talk about sports celebrities, training and playing the game, making your children go to practice, it goes on and on. People build their entire lives around it, like a religion. Truly, it is a religion. Second, Football is essentially war in a non-lethal form. The players come together in close formations with defined strategy. They take orders and obey a hierarchy. They physically tackle each other. But the fans - they circle around their home team, rooting them on, as their team plays against another city. During the game - and after - the entire city is united around its team as it plays against another city. Like the fans are united as if in war, because its all the same instincts as war. But the two cities remain friendly with one another, even part of the same nation. And training and skills for Football, are usable in war as well. I think this could solve your problem.
My second solution: capitalism and consumerism. Hear me out on this one. I understand that your culture here is utilitarian and austere. Everything is function, because of discipline and resources for war. But it is human nature to want more, and I think it shows in the way your citizens crave entertainment. Now, if each person is free to improve their lot in life, and if trade allows an inflow of new luxuries, people are hopeful of improving their personal situations. They feel like they can command their own lives, and many of their desires are sated. This keeps people satisfied and content, and staves off rebellion or disunity. Here's what I propose. Your city is industrious, and produces many wares. Historically, most of this is used domestically, while some went to pay tribute to the emperor. But what if - what if - your city's excess goods were traded to Port Barry? You could receive from us fine jewelry, fine leather craftsmanship, exquisite steaks, well crafted furniture, and other goods that, while perhaps not as functional as you are used to, add a spice and happiness to life. Your citizens will appreciate this change.
Finally, perhaps you can keep doing what you have been doing, if only we can find a common enemy. Now, i can't say I understand the political landscape here very well, but I do know a phantom menace can be generated when need be. Work with me and ally with me as we rid this world of hostile powers, and you'll quickly have a common enemy to unite the citizens, and perhaps even this city to others.
Please heed my suggestions, as they worked very well in Port Barry to not just unite it, but to bring it prosperity and glory. You have done very well here. Very well. But more can be done"
"I see. I do believe I can help you on this.
First, my credentials. I came into this world lacking in direction myself, and Port Barry was an agricultural city that occasionally served as a haven for pirates. I took up a position as defender after we unwittingly killed off a group that oppressing the entire city of Port Barry. Once that was accomplished, we used up our part's personal funds to create a Football Stadium. Football gave them guidance and meaning in life. I cleaved off the arm of an arch demon that was attacking the city in front of the citizenry, which endeared them to me. When the city burned down after a demon attack, we rebuilt it with new industries that made the city wealthier. What happened is that we gave the citizens hope, by showing that we good visibly improve the quality of life by proving new jobs and opportunities through trade, and purpose through Football. Now, they follow me and us proudly and willingly.
My first proposal: open a Football franchise in Sparintenar. Now, two things are readily appearent about Sparintenar: that the people crave entertainment, and that the people are militaristic and tribal in nature. Football is divine, but it is practical as well, and it entertains like nothing else, while going to the core of humanity's tribal nature. Whereas a song entertains for three minutes, football entertains for three hours every game, and then there's talk about sports celebrities, training and playing the game, making your children go to practice, it goes on and on. People build their entire lives around it, like a religion. Truly, it is a religion. Second, Football is essentially war in a non-lethal form. The players come together in close formations with defined strategy. They take orders and obey a hierarchy. They physically tackle each other. But the fans - they circle around their home team, rooting them on, as their team plays against another city. During the game - and after - the entire city is united around its team as it plays against another city. Like the fans are united as if in war, because its all the same instincts as war. But the two cities remain friendly with one another, even part of the same nation. And training and skills for Football, are usable in war as well. I think this could solve your problem.
My second solution: capitalism and consumerism. Hear me out on this one. I understand that your culture here is utilitarian and austere. Everything is function, because of discipline and resources for war. But it is human nature to want more, and I think it shows in the way your citizens crave entertainment. Now, if each person is free to improve their lot in life, and if trade allows an inflow of new luxuries, people are hopeful of improving their personal situations. They feel like they can command their own lives, and many of their desires are sated. This keeps people satisfied and content, and staves off rebellion or disunity. Here's what I propose. Your city is industrious, and produces many wares. Historically, most of this is used domestically, while some went to pay tribute to the emperor. But what if - what if - your city's excess goods were traded to Port Barry? You could receive from us fine jewelry, fine leather craftsmanship, exquisite steaks, well crafted furniture, and other goods that, while perhaps not as functional as you are used to, add a spice and happiness to life. Your citizens will appreciate this change.
Finally, perhaps you can keep doing what you have been doing, if only we can find a common enemy. Now, i can't say I understand the political landscape here very well, but I do know a phantom menace can be generated when need be. Work with me and ally with me as we rid this world of hostile powers, and you'll quickly have a common enemy to unite the citizens, and perhaps even this city to others.
Please heed my suggestions, as they worked very well in Port Barry to not just unite it, but to bring it prosperity and glory. You have done very well here. Very well. But more can be done"
>>25786
"A-are you sure, Flashy?" (she's clearly bored out of her wits, but doesn't want to disappoint)
".. I guess I'll just leave then..." she says without waiting for a response.
"Good luck, Flashy. Call me if things get messy."
*dashes off*
"A-are you sure, Flashy?" (she's clearly bored out of her wits, but doesn't want to disappoint)
".. I guess I'll just leave then..." she says without waiting for a response.
"Good luck, Flashy. Call me if things get messy."
*dashes off*
>>25793
This makes more sense though (she'd be irredeemably heartbroken if those eggs hatched while she was away)....
This makes more sense though (she'd be irredeemably heartbroken if those eggs hatched while she was away)....
>>25796
If it makes you feel any better, Trollestia will make a good mother for the Rocs when they imprint onto her
If it makes you feel any better, Trollestia will make a good mother for the Rocs when they imprint onto her
*Tracy speeds off back towards the tower* (her armor is in her saddlebags, so she's going at x5 speed)
>>25801
>2 lood
>>25801
>2 lood
>>25787
"I had hoped to hear something like this from you. You are an impressive fellow Mr. Trump, and I am eager to hear more from you and yours. Would you permit me to appoint a delegation to venture to Port Barry? I wish to hear from my men what there is to see, hear, and experience. No officers, no ministers, just rank and file enlistees. I'd like to hear about what you have done with your people from fresh eyes. With the Emperor dead, perhaps it is time to prepare for a future that we always hoped for but never dared dream possible.
Besides, any sport that combines competition and war is worth looking into," he says, smiling for the first time Trump has seen.
>>25801
"You oaf, I'm perfectly capable of making my way!" she says eluding his grip but maintaining a small distance.
"I had hoped to hear something like this from you. You are an impressive fellow Mr. Trump, and I am eager to hear more from you and yours. Would you permit me to appoint a delegation to venture to Port Barry? I wish to hear from my men what there is to see, hear, and experience. No officers, no ministers, just rank and file enlistees. I'd like to hear about what you have done with your people from fresh eyes. With the Emperor dead, perhaps it is time to prepare for a future that we always hoped for but never dared dream possible.
Besides, any sport that combines competition and war is worth looking into," he says, smiling for the first time Trump has seen.
>>25801
"You oaf, I'm perfectly capable of making my way!" she says eluding his grip but maintaining a small distance.
(still waiting on Taylor's response. No bully, just mentioning I haven't forgotten)
>>25807
"Oh don't be like that, I've been waiting for this all day! Its not exactly snuggle time,... not until we're covered in the blood of our enemies!"
>>25808
To Taylor being finished eating. I was waiting to post this: As Taylor finishes, he politely addresses. "I apologize if you felt pressured or unnerved. I had hoped this would be less awkward than it is. I represent the Ministry of Entertainment, as I told you. It is our desire that you consider performing for the people of Sparintenar. This would be neither a cheap nor one-time event, indeed we hope it helps to foster a developing relationship with the people of Port Barry, that increased trade and development might be fostered amongst both peoples. We hope you will consider our offer."
"Oh don't be like that, I've been waiting for this all day! Its not exactly snuggle time,... not until we're covered in the blood of our enemies!"
>>25808
To Taylor being finished eating. I was waiting to post this: As Taylor finishes, he politely addresses. "I apologize if you felt pressured or unnerved. I had hoped this would be less awkward than it is. I represent the Ministry of Entertainment, as I told you. It is our desire that you consider performing for the people of Sparintenar. This would be neither a cheap nor one-time event, indeed we hope it helps to foster a developing relationship with the people of Port Barry, that increased trade and development might be fostered amongst both peoples. We hope you will consider our offer."
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