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The Egyptians have clearly demonstrated they lack even the primitive technology of literacy, we cannot respect such a backward people.
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Azande require immediate secret dialog with Egyptians!"Old age and skill will overcome youth and treachery. "
*deity of THE DEITIANS*
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Uh oh, what does that mean?Comment
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yes you dont repsect us but you can kill us
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in a major breakdown, all power was lost in greater egypt, indian terrorists were suspected. due to this power outage all communications with azande had broken down,Originally posted by deity
Azande require immediate secret dialog with Egyptians!
till a lonely Egyptian clerk Sarah Majani reported that the olf Pigeon Mail (PMs) were still working.
So whilst Mail Systems Network (MSN) and Inteligence Conferencing of Qatar (ICQ) were unavaialbe, the ability to use PMs might alleviiate this.GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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But I respect dead Egyptians, therefore I must kill Egyptians in order to respect them.Comment
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The deadline for possible peace quickly approaches...Comment
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Originally posted by Berzerker
But I respect dead Egyptians, therefore I must kill Egyptians in order to respect them.
mmmm i feel like curry tonight....GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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Originally posted by Berzerker
The deadline for possible peace quickly approaches...
how can peace be achieved in such a decietful world..
all i can say is the truth will come out...''
and heaven help the world thenGM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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Originally posted by Berzerker
Uh oh, what does that mean?
um i think it means lizardtongue wishes to talk to a certain military leader ........GM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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Cautiously, Kaylee looked over the rise. The coast looked clear, but with the danger she was in, no precaution was too much. She tightly clutched the briefcase that was the reason behind her danger, as if the documents would flee her grasp of their own power. Checking behind her, Kaylee stood up and continued her journey. Her trip from London to Drakeland was not without incident. In recent years travel restrictions had grown more severe. Despite having eradicated the Tartar terrorist threat, the government has not relaxed its antiterrorist laws. The Patriot Act was now in its 6th incarnation and shows no signs of being repealed.
Always living an honest life, and forever being a dutiful worker for President Bush, Kaylee has lived the last few days as a criminal. A forged ID card, a forged passport, traveling under the name Jaime. She has posed as a French tourist en route for a relaxing vacation in the tropical USB port of Drakeland. Suspicions are high as these are dangerous times. It seemed to all be over during the stop in Halifax, but she completed the ocean voyage without detection.
Knowing little about Drakeland, her first few days were rough. Not as cultured or nice a place as Europe, or even America. This was a crummy backwater on the edge of the empire. Drakeland is far more militarized than she expected, she spent a few days going to the beach and doing touristy things to keep up appearances. A watchful eye lurks around every cabana and surf shop. Her heart has raced so much these last few days, the feeling has lost significance. Until now.
As Kaylee walked through the central American jungle, just a few miles away from freedom, her mind jumped at every monkey call or bird chirp. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as she dodgedly checked around every tree, beyond every creek, and over every rise. Thankfully the jungle gave her much needed cover, but it was slow going. She had been traveling on foot now for 3 days. Kaylee knew she was getting close to the border. Tla was just a few miles away. One of the few democracies left she felt she could trust with the precious information she possessed. Hopefully they will know what to do, hopefully they will make this information public, expose the criminals implicated within her briefcase.
With every step closer to the border new images of freedom leapt into her mind, with every step closer new images of getting caught and tortured replaced more optimistic thoughts. Unable to stay focused, her fear and excitement tangled in her near feverish mind. Just a few more miles. Just a few more miles. The truth will be known. Just a few more miles. The truth about President Bush's death must be made public. It must. Just a few more miles. Walk. Step. Jump. Move. Just a few more miles. Border, border... what about the border? Past the border, freedom. Truth must be heard. How to get past the border. Just a few more miles. They'll know. They'll see. They'll stop me. The border will be locked down. Just a few more miles. The truth will be heard. Just a few more miles.
It was dark now. Being so close, Kaylee refused to stop or rest. She was almost there, just a few more miles. She pressed on in the dark. Continued forward to Azande land, and freedom. The jungle was dark, her eyes strained to make out a clear path to walk. Her other senses became more acute. She heard tree frogs, and monkeys, and macaws, and the hoot of owls. The sound of an unknown insect overpowered her hearing. The sound was oppressive in the dark cavern of the jungle. She carried a rifle in case a panther or other predator attacked, but she knew it would do little good against her main predator. USB police. Smells of all manner of trees and flowers mingled before her nostrils. She smelled her own sweat, and decaying leaves, and the gathering mist, and bird dung, and trees, and gasoline, and...wait, gasoline?
Suddenly the forest was flooded with light. Kaylee couldn't see anything beyond a huge spotlight. She put up her arms but it did little good. Large men rushed toward her and knocked her to the ground. Were they USB or Azande? She couldn't tell. The light was so bright. They ripped the briefcase and weapon away from her. She was panicked. What was going on? No one spoke. She couldn't tell where they were from. English or Azande? English or Azande? Oh my God, who are they. She lay in the mud, dazed and panicked. Finally a man returned. He stood over Kaylee and said, "You've had quite a journey, lass, but we couldn't have you delivering this information to the Azande. I'm sure you understand." He raised his rifle and pulled the trigger.Last edited by OzzyKP; February 7, 2004, 23:21.Captain of Team Apolyton - ISDG 2012
When I was younger I thought curfews were silly, but now as the daughter of a young woman, I appreciate them. - RahComment
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India agrees to return all Egyptian cities in exchange for peace!Comment
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"I stand before you people of Azande, not as Lizard but as a woman who defies the corrupt politicians in our midst. The forum of the Great Hall is planning my downfall. My dear husband, LizardTongue tricked our dimplomatic channels with India notifyiong Azande intent to cancel our alliance with India. With impending threats from the USB and China I say to you that LizardTongue wants to take on the whole world. This can only result in the destruction of our peoples. I say to you I have placed LizardTongue under house arrest and confirm our alliance with India! I have brokered a peace deal that the Indians will be putting to the Egyptians shortly. We will have peace with Egypt and India our two neighbours. There is much more to this than I can say but time will reveal..."
Tumultuous applause for this much loved leader of her people. The peaceful Azande to a child wish to see peace reign and exploration of Space begin!Last edited by deity; February 7, 2004, 23:42."Old age and skill will overcome youth and treachery. "
*deity of THE DEITIANS*
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The Emporer reaqd and read the message that had arrived in his hands, he couldnt beleive it, THE GREATRAZ had achieved yet another miracle. th eIndians now wished for peace and were offering all conquered citys back.
He eagerly dropped to his knees and gave thanks and praise to his GOD and wpet openly. Never again would he fail top beielve in miracles.
Helen his dear wife knelt beside him andf hugged him. She knew what must be done next and her agents were already on their way to her colleagues in the other nations to get full agreement, yes the plans of the great raz were coming into bieng, his prediction of a new world order and of his imminent return were true.
All that was needed now was for her dear husband to find the faith he needed to fulfill his roleGM of MAFIA #40 ,#41, #43, #45,#47,#49-#51,#53-#58,#61,#68,#70, #71Comment
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Lord Vishnu has called for an end to war, accepting less, much less than was demanded of the Egyptians. But war is not good for the Indian people, it produces a negative Karma that resides deep in the pit of our collective conscience...and the Egyptians have agreed to peace...
Let the Bells ring from all the temples throughout the land!
It is time for the people of Madras to begin putting their lives back together, it is time for the people of India to resume their pursuit of happiness, it is time for the world to seek greater enlightenment...Comment
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