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  • Slave dancers!! What?! But...this is immoral!

    As for the lunch, Senor BigFree, try some of my fried Buffalo Calamari. You'll love the spicy sauce! And here's some wine...

    As for dessert, please try one of my canolis.

    Cardinal Calamari
    Christian Cook
    Empire growing,
    Pleasures flowing,
    Fortune smiles and so should you.

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    • Ahh, the good ol' days.

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      • The days of squid and roses...

        Anyway, I'm re-opening Iberian Delights. There may not be an Iberia anymore, but something needs to be done to boost the morale of the citizens other than religion. Nothing boosts my morale more than squid.

        Senator Calamari
        Empire growing,
        Pleasures flowing,
        Fortune smiles and so should you.

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        • Oh damn, give me a bottle of this horrible estonian wine... and put some extra alcohol in it, I need to get drunk to forget our shame... :/
          Señor Nuclearis Winterius the III,
          Diplomat with the Voxians, and also
          Señor Pablo Winterius, missionary Bishop and Archbishop of the Roleplay team

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          • Shame, yes... It is shameful that the government has no idea as to what it shall do... Shameful that Bob is no longer ours... Shameful that the Pope is more powerful than the king, for the line of Togan kings has ended... Shameful that the squid here are so small compared to Bobian squid... Shameful that the wine here is so weak compared to Bobian wine...
            Empire growing,
            Pleasures flowing,
            Fortune smiles and so should you.

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            • /me lands on the Spanish shore in a leaky boat and gratefully pulls himself out, just as the boat finally sinks to the sand against the foamed shore

              At last! I think I finally put the hellhound behind me for good.

              /me observes the chilly, windswept land before him.

              So this is our new home.

              /me shivers and draws his cloak closer to him

              Depressing... and so cold. There's only one thing for it.

              /me heads to the pub, in search of Spaniards who had survived their loss, in search of a soul to share with, perhaps an old soldier with nothing but his stories to show for losing it all, and maybe, just maybe, a sense of belonging and responsibility to warm himself with against that chill, bitter Stormian wind.
              Consul.

              Back to the ROOTS of addiction. My first missed poll!

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              • Lookee here, lad.

                (places severed head of UnOrthOdOx's first cousin Jimmy on the counter)

                There is always hope, brother! Here, I think you might like this for polo or something.

                Sgt. Calamari of the Calamari Irregulars
                Empire growing,
                Pleasures flowing,
                Fortune smiles and so should you.

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                • SrDondeEsta, there is only one way to escape from this horrible land of slavery! Join the forces of Our Lord GOD and you will be redeemed and returned to your homeland! [OOC: Shall we break into open revolt and march on the capital tomorrow IRL?]

                  Fegusin anelo ogorebanusin Tifana Anede GUDANA!

                  IFELINA

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                  • Originally posted by civman2000

                    Fegusin anelo ogorebanusin Tifana Anede GUDANA!

                    IFELINA
                    /me nods hello, but eyes civman warily, recognising in him the old friend with which he formed the AAAC and the 3A2C3 in times long past, but also put on his guard by the speaking in tongues...

                    Allow me for a moment, History Guy..

                    /me picks up and carefully examines the head.

                    Nay, this is a cheap knock-off manufactured by Lux slaves to allow the Gormless Old Warts to cash in on the surge in interest in capturing the heads of fiends related to the beast that plagues me, during the war. I have seen many in my time. That jackal is still out there somewhere.

                    /me shivers

                    I can hear him baying my name....
                    Consul.

                    Back to the ROOTS of addiction. My first missed poll!

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