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Purple fires rage across the Black Pit of Charr, as the ambitions of the Assimilation Corporation crumble into ruin.
Massive metropoli plummet into anarchy, while once proud tyrants hunch naked, feasting on the corpses of their fallen retainers, their minds slowly sliding into the pits of insanity.
Vassal states rise against their overlords, the oppressed conquering their oppressors. A wave of madness washes over the region.
The white spires of the Tooled-Up Sultanate of Al Mastif lie shattered on the rubble-strewn streets, the Concrete Citadel of Hegemon Gonoria has been reduced to radioactive glass, the solid diamond Temple of the Cash Cow has been stolen, the Ecclesia Udersvilli is now yet another infernal gateway, the Subterranean Laboratories of Dr Chainsaw are currently in orbit somewhere near Neptune and the Black Pyramid of Pharaoh Gunsanroses seems to be flickering and making an ominous humming sound.
The old order has fallen, and several factions vie for ownership of the land. Several workers' soviets have sprung up around the (former) Gateauvian border, and are being opposed by the Neo-Capitalist hordes of The Arch-Capitalist. The Belicosii, accompanied by legions of mechanised gnollish infantry has begun to pour into the fray, while in the south Sh'Alak the Spontaneous, disciple of the mad god Squeblish Nef has seized power. Fallout from the Patagonian nukes spawns a new generation of twisted freaks, and Squeblish Nef's revenge for the Assimilation Corporation's hubris, and apparent hatred of edible rubber chickens, takes a terrible toll on a once proud wartorn sh!thole.
OOC: Actually, I just couldn't be buggered logging on over the holidays. Meh. Nationstates bites.
Massive metropoli plummet into anarchy, while once proud tyrants hunch naked, feasting on the corpses of their fallen retainers, their minds slowly sliding into the pits of insanity.
Vassal states rise against their overlords, the oppressed conquering their oppressors. A wave of madness washes over the region.
The white spires of the Tooled-Up Sultanate of Al Mastif lie shattered on the rubble-strewn streets, the Concrete Citadel of Hegemon Gonoria has been reduced to radioactive glass, the solid diamond Temple of the Cash Cow has been stolen, the Ecclesia Udersvilli is now yet another infernal gateway, the Subterranean Laboratories of Dr Chainsaw are currently in orbit somewhere near Neptune and the Black Pyramid of Pharaoh Gunsanroses seems to be flickering and making an ominous humming sound.
The old order has fallen, and several factions vie for ownership of the land. Several workers' soviets have sprung up around the (former) Gateauvian border, and are being opposed by the Neo-Capitalist hordes of The Arch-Capitalist. The Belicosii, accompanied by legions of mechanised gnollish infantry has begun to pour into the fray, while in the south Sh'Alak the Spontaneous, disciple of the mad god Squeblish Nef has seized power. Fallout from the Patagonian nukes spawns a new generation of twisted freaks, and Squeblish Nef's revenge for the Assimilation Corporation's hubris, and apparent hatred of edible rubber chickens, takes a terrible toll on a once proud wartorn sh!thole.
OOC: Actually, I just couldn't be buggered logging on over the holidays. Meh. Nationstates bites.
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