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Zarnesti waves his fist, almost dismissively. "And what will my people think when foreign weapons appear, let alone dummies?" He grumble and grovels at the thought. Slowly, he draws in a long, deep breath, releasing it. The red leader seems to be lost for words, his mind racing with a mixture...

Zarnesti's beady eyes tell no lies, he spares the princess only a brief look of offence. "Responsible for what would happen later on?" Alekzander scoffs. "So its a blame game that we play if someone were to launch warheads on my peaceful people." He folds his arms, evidently disgusted at such a...

Zarnesti slowly makes his way across the hardwood floor, thunder beneath his shoes. He takes a seat, releasing the buttons of his overcoat, allowing his medals to jingle a little. One of the medals seemed to have a radioactivity warning logo pressed into the metal and dated in 2016, others...

Following the reaction of Ceretis, media reports begin to emerge. These would only be available to a nation conducting some form of basic observation. Images and videos of a wooden pallet holding the gifts of the nation is see bursting into flames in a public square, many local people...

"Hokay, whet abawt you, Mista Hans? [Ok, what about you, Mister Hans?]" Predrag barely looked up, still scribbling notes down, crossing lines off, writing new ones and so forth. (( Been quite busy, my bad ))

Alekzander Zarnesti walked the halls alongside the princess, clearly listening, but also clearly taking note of the extreme luxury. His face tended to scrunch up as he examined the items of grandiose self entitlement. Upon arriving in the dining room he was almost sick to his stomach of the...

Zarnesti quite quietly took in the information, passing a nod rather than a smirk at the joke aimed towards the stirring politics of the current monarch. It almost seemed that he was deep in thought, putting his mind to work. "Lavely. [Lovely.]" Alekzander continues to think quietly before...

(You scumbag xD) A Dyson Sphere is constructed, but is used as a super-weapon by the capitalist bourgeois to further exploit the working peoples. I wish Google would be my friend <3

Floor 518: Means of Production (Seized by the peop-.. Police...)

Engels

Austin, TX, USA

Drill (military)

?????? [Apple]

It soon becomes apparent that Zarnesti is a tall man, he avoids bowing and offers the individuals a firm handshake instead. Oddly, he seems to hold back his unrest for monarchism, offering a nod and faint smile in return to Calidie's introduction of her people. The Supreme Leader seems to be a...

You live with the necessities, in a test tube on an off world research centre. I wish for world socialism.

... The truth about the exploitation of the working class. I am a big supporter of Comrade...

Floor 513: Cafe, conveniently placed to make you instantly regret hastily drinking all that recycled drool.

Exploited

Alekzander sets out wearing his black suit, red tie clothing, also bringing along his full length black, woolen overcoat. Upon his shoulders lay thick embroidered rank slides, the background golden with a large red star in the centre. To complete his clothing, he wears his black peak cap, the...

Sickle

You get the card, but it requires some kind of fancy new PCI slot only available on a £1000 motherboard. I wish for a world of love and care.

Pine-apple?

Floor 501: Slightly leaky nuclear research centre.

Added the following: Music track 1 Music track 2 Music track 3 Music track 4 Speech 1

[hr]Posters and Billboards - Around the nation, billboards which wold usually be occupied by capitalistic advertisement are replaced with information glorifying the state. Speaker Broadcasts - In major citites, speakers are erected which play an assortment of the following clips during a...

Alekzander Zarnesti is already enroute to Leningrad International Aerodrome, reading a printout of the telegram in the back of his car. The black sedan flies a USSVL flag on the bonnet. He almost scoffs at the monarchist, bourgois movements. He is clearly unsure on whether to cringe, or be...

Zarnesti is alerted to the presence of a fully armed submarine claiming to be undergoing fishing. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he reads the report, sensing how politically unstable the AR of Cogoria actually is. He organises overt surveillance of the nation under a handful of forms.

Predrag Ryba leans back in his tilting chair after casually crossing off the other two delegates on his list. One of his legs crosses the other and his fingers interlock, allowing the friendly settling in to take place. As conversation comes to an end he leans forwards again, resting his hands...

Alekzander Zarnesti reads the message from the Rose League, grumbling as he does. The nation is put onto the official Master Watchlist and several copies of the communication are made for internal critiquing and analysis.

Deputy Leader Ryba offers a smile and a nod to the arriving committee member, taking a more relaxed approach himself. He had sat down his coffee and crossed Nevasili off his list. "Good daeh, comraid. Ai trast your mornink hast bin good? [Good day, comrade. I trust your morning has been good?]"...