Earth 2.0 - Redux

[Mikoyan]

Copy, cleared to land.

[Ad Bot]

[Frontrox]

Hooray! Let the negotiations begin!

[Watcher In The Myst]

LOAB = Low Orbit Atmospheric Bomber

we're in the loving atmosphere dumbstuff

[Firecycle]

LOAB = Low Orbit Atmospheric Bomber

we're in the loving atmosphere dumbstuff

My argument still stands.

[Watcher In The Myst]

The LOABs, which are hundreds of miles above the flying ACCs, pummel them.

[Devo]

A cloud of acid rain bubbles over Palestra. The many people die while wondering what their lives would be like if they were crabs, or if they had crabs. The acid erodes their skin until they are nothing but piles of bones. The buildings disintegrate. The cloud goes over to the ocean and fades away while Palestra is left in ruins. Jerry Bennett, president was out of town at the time. When he returned, he fell into the ashes of the people of town and dies.   Thus, the end of Palestra.

[Firecycle]

The LOABs, which are hundreds of miles above the flying ACCs, pummel them.

!!!

A cloud of acid rain bubbles over Palestra. The many people die while wondering what their lives would be like if they were crabs, or if they had crabs. The acid erodes their skin until they are nothing but piles of bones. The buildings disintegrate. The cloud goes over to the ocean and fades away while Palestra is left in ruins. Jerry Bennett, president was out of town at the time. When he returned, he fell into the ashes of the people of town and dies.  Thus, the end of Palestra.

[Mikoyan]

Hooray! Let the negotiations begin!

Waiters bring the diplomats some scotch on the rocks with a twist and negotiations begin. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen of Maytrem. I understand you pulled one of our shuttle into your mother ship, oh, about 3 weeks ago? Anyways, we'd like to discuss matters of both of our glorious nations benefiting from each other. Here are our proposals. We find, and clear any land on Hera you may want for colonies, but in return we would like basic space-technology. Your counter offers?"

[Frontrox]

Waiters bring the diplomats some scotch on the rocks with a twist and negotiations begin. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen of Maytrem. I understand you pulled one of our shuttle into your mother ship, oh, about 3 weeks ago? Anyways, we'd like to discuss matters of both of our glorious nations benefiting from each other. Here are our proposals. We find, and clear any land on Hera you may want for colonies, but in return we would like basic space-technology. Your counter offers?"

"Seems fair enough. Though we will only provide you with very basic space tech, not enough to get you to our level"

[Firecycle]

King Aysko has once again escaped due to the LOABs.


We have released four-hundred (400) infected individuals in New Rome, spread around so as to be harder to catch.  The entire city should be infected in mere hours.  (5 min)

Your move.

[Frontrox]

Who is New Rome?

[Firecycle]

Who is New Rome?

New Italy.

Looks like two minutes left. 

[Mikoyan]

We have released four-hundred (400) infected individuals in New Rome, spread around so as to be harder to catch.  The entire city should be infected in mere hours.  (5 min)

Your move.

Uh, no. I'm sorry but you cant pull utter stuff out of your ass like this. But just in case you're too ignorant to realize this, We capture, line up, and kill all of the individuals.

[Firecycle]

Uh, no. I'm sorry but you cant pull utter stuff out of your ass like this.

Like your LOABs?

[Mikoyan]

Like your LOABs?

All New Australia, I only have troops, tanks, and airplanes in your country.