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  1. Do you even know what a penguin sounds like? Our chirps are laconic- rare soundbytes that convey the weight and gravitas of a species in its ascendancy. When a penguin speaks, all will heed. 

    Ask anyone and they know how a pigeon sounds. Their ceaseless cooing carries no weight- it is as ephemeral as their influence over Orbis. You may squawk all you like, but even a pigeon cannot outfly its downfall. 

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  2. On 11/18/2017 at 11:13 AM, Ripper said:

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    We seem to remember things very differently.

    As for the discussion on what constitutes a feathered rat, I believe that moniker has been proven to only befit a pigeon. Buorhann's Ostrich would be more of an avian giraffe- gangly, clumsy, and much too tall to be wholesome. 

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  3. It appears that once again the Master-Fowl has been snubbed by its inferiors by not being included in this magnificent tally. This offense has been noted, and we will have our vengeance. 

    Edit: WHAT DESPICABLE SUB-FOWL DECREED THAT THE PIGEON WAS THE BIGGEST BIRD? 

     

    Main Husband: Partisan, forever and always
    Additional 3 Husbands: Roz, Buorhann, probably theNG
    Your (in-game or real) Gender (optional): Penguin
    Reasons (optional): Can’t pick Fraggle, Partisan is goals, Roz is an honorary penguin, and the hippo and pigeon are as worthy adversaries as the Nestingland can find.

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  4. Forgive me for having to doff my fashy-penguin hat, but I’ve been harboring the same fears about the direction of this game for a while now. 

    When I popped over from NS, this place was thriving with all sorts of prime shitposters and interesting drama. Wars were quick and constant, and a great source of RP for a political satire-based nation like my own.

     

    Now, I barely even check into the forum beyond once every two weeks or so. Wars are colossal, rare, and long- I finally got back to prewar specs just a fee weeks ago from a war that occurred this spring, and I fiddle around daily on this game. I’m running out of prime RP fuel, and whenever I do get anything it devolves into a few placid speeches about rebuilding that stretch over the next three months. 

    I have half a mind to call for all-out war, an Orbis-wide ragnarok that would eradicate the moronic circlejerk that we call the treaty web, topple the bloated colossi that are the top alliances, and render this game into a blank slate that we can rebuild upon.  

    We won’t see such a fitting end, of this I am certain. PW appears to already be on the way to fading into the ash-heap of virtual history, and without such a colorful cast of players and constant war to breathe fresh life into its veins, I fear there is nothing we can do.

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  5.  

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    Please stand by, for a word from our Bird-Emperor:

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    My Waddlers, loyal members of the Nest:

    Today is a historic day.

    Just mere months ago, our indomitable home was besieged by a most terrible host. Beset on all sides by foes innumerable, we were brought to the edge of ruin and annihilation. Were it not for the iron will found only within the Master-Fowl, Penguinkind would have been relegated to the ash-heap of history.

    Just mere months ago, the view from beyond these halls was that of a blasted hellscape, of broken spires and snows daubed crimson with the blood of heroes.

    Now, I see a skyline grander than any I had imagined; I look outside my office window and see countless spires piercing the heavens, and crimson banners representing the pride and purity of a species long mocked by its peers.

    This bloom is not unique to Krakkopolis. From the Old Empire to the furthest reaches of Herringsraum, Reconstruction has propelled the cities of the Master-Fowl to new heights.

    Loyal workers of the Nest: the Nestingland is in your debt. Your dutiful labor has erased our shame, restored our pride, and breathed fresh life into the infrastructure of Krakke.

    And yet, cities cannot be built without guardians. With the economic stimulus stemming from a rejuvenated work-force, the talons of Krakke have been rearmed.

    Our Penguinaries and our Rockhopper tanks stand vigilant, guarding our border-nests from the degenerate and the savage. Our Sea-Fin patrol the oceans, seeking to crush those that would harm the Nestingland. Proud NeMinE agents work tirelessly to eradicate the enemy- both from without and from within. Our majestic Air-Weapon ascend once again to the skies, living proof of the technical prowess of the Master-Fowl. And our Emperor-2 Rockets sleep deep within the earth, awaiting the call to unleash a nuclear winter over those that dare deny us our Birthright: Dominion over Orbis itself.

    Today, we stand a nation reborn, forged in the crucible of war and baptized in the blood of our ancestors. As a species, we stand as one.

    One Fowl.

    One Nest.

    One Emperor-Penguin.

    Fin Hail!

    Failure to Respond to State Salutes is a Terminable Offense!

    Failure to Meet State-Mandated Work Quotas is a Terminable Offense!

    Failure to Report Even-Speckled Eggs is a Terminable Offense!

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  6. On 7/16/2017 at 5:42 PM, Buorhann said:

    I find "Peacockpenguin" to be a heretical animal of mutation.

    It must be purged.

    As much as I loathe to ally my thoughts with that of a hippo, it seems we are in agreement.

     

    As an alliance championing peace throughout Orbis, it will most likely be filled with prime Herringsraum, and will be monitored with interest. 

     

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  7. OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER

     

    Please stand by, for a word from our Bird-Emperor:


     

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    Waddlers, Gentlefowl of the Nestingland:

     

    Against all odds, against all foes, we have survived. 

    As the combined might of uncountable armies unleashed their fury upon our stalwart nation, we endured, unwavering in the face of annihilation itself. 

    As  Destiny herself seemed to turn away from its chosen Fowl, leaving us empty of a promised Final Victory, we stood resolute, defiant to an end that did not come. 

    The storm has broken, and we find ourselves shaken and uncertain in the times ahead. Our cities lie sacked, our defenses weakened, our pride shattered.

    My Waddlers, Penguins of Krakke- I promise you this:

    Our nests will be rebuilt, the likes of which will be the envy of our peers for a thousand winters.

    Our armies will be rearmed, to stand defiant against all those that stand in the way of total Master-Fowl hegemoney.

    Our enemies- those that have trespassed on our soil, and those that conspire against us- will be rooted out, and wiped from the world-map. 

    Waddlers, Penguins of Krakke- I promise you this!

    We will overcome our shame, and rebuild our pride!

    We will rearm and retaliate!

    We will show Orbis the true meaning of Master-Fowl!

    One Fowl!

    One Nest!

    One Emperor Penguin!

    FIN HAIL!

     

     

    Failure to respond to state salutes is a terminable offense!

    Failure to report for reconstruction detail is a terminable offense!

    Failure to fulfill chirp quota is a terminable offense!

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  8. What fresh horror is this? It is understandable that there would be some sub-fowl empires found throughout the entirety of Orbis, but to stumble across such a horrific amalgamation of all that the Nestingland despises is an insight that has shaken me to my core.

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  9. OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. 

     

     

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    Please stand by, for a word from our Bird-Emperor:

     

     

    "Waddlers, Loyal members of the Nestingchancellery:

     

     

    Forgive my brevity, for even as I stand before you in this hallowed hall, our enemies try yet again to penetrate the very heart of our great Nest. Our grand Herringsraum, once encompassing the very horizon itself, has shrunk to a mere few meters outside our capital's walls. Our once-mighty AirWeapon, the very pinnacle of Master-Fowl achievement, now ascend to the skies against foes innumerable. Our unstoppable Penguinaries are beset on all sides by a horde most despicable, low on resources and low in numbers.

    But, even as this hour is at the bleakest in our history, I am proud.

    As we stand at the brink of annihilation, I am proud.

    Like a colossal coastal rock, we stand resolute against an oncoming tide of utter barbarism. Time and again they will come, screaming like the very storm itself.

    And, like indomitable stone, we will break them.

    Dissipate them.

    And, as the storm expends itself in its futile attempts, we will see yet again the dawn of a new day-

    A new age-

    Not of men, or of pigeons.

    A dawn of One Fowl.

    One Nest.

    One Emperor-Penguin!

     

    FIIIN!

    HAIL!

    FIIIIIIN!

    HAIL!

    FIIIIIIIN

    HAIL.

     

     

     

    Failure to Respond to State Salutes is a Terminable Offense!

     

    Quaternary Reserves Have Been Activated: Report Immediately or Face Pecking Squads!

     

    Avenge New Nootstadt: Work Quotas Have Been Tripled Until Further Notice!

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  10. As the onslaught of exam season (along with an in-game war most glorious) has no doubt buried us all these last few weeks, I bid each and every one of you to take a moment of your time to notice that today, 25 April, is World Penguin Day. As such, I felt I would be in complete remiss if I was unable to somehow find a way to celebrate its being.

     

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    Fin Hail

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  11. 7:35 Central Krakkian Time

     

    The Plaza of Heroes was in shambles. Rubble and refuse littered what once was concrete and cobblestone. The towering Icon of the Nest laid toppled across the street, entwined with the enemy jet that smashed it down. Bodies littered the street, both Fowl and not.

    Finleader Leddie stumbled across the plaza, his breath rasping as he pushed himself onward. His uniform was torn, bloody, and his officer's cap was long gone. 

    Hearing the low whine of enemy aircraft, Leddie ducked under what was once the beak of the Icon. As the squadron of fighters screamed overhead, Leddie squeezed his fin tighter over the tape canister. Breathing hard through the nares in his beak in an attempt to catch his breath, Leddie unholstered his service pistol and waited for his opening.

    With as much energy as he could muster, the King penguin slid free of his cover, and sped towards the Nest bunker on the other side of the plaza. The great steel doors were blown ajar, and as he sped through he heard the guttural cry of the enemy from across the plaza.

    They had found him, he had to hurry.

    And they had brought dogs.

    Reaching the control room, Leddie forced the door shut behind him. Stepping over dead technicians, Leddie pushed aside a dead chinstrap from the launch panel. Lifting the solution coverplate, Leddie tore the top of the tape canister free and began feeding the firing solution into the computer.

    Footfalls louder than any penguin sounded from the corridor, and Leddie cursed the ponderous machine. As he heard the door grate open, the panel weapon gauge flickered from safe to armed.

    As the ignition panel unlocked and opened, Leddie saw the hound leap into the control room.

    Easily the size of an Emperor-Penguin, the beast bounded towards Leddie's hiding place. Leddie fired his service pistol, the weapon's roar deafening in the enclosed space. As the beast dropped, another rushed in.

    Slamming his fin down on the control panel's ignition button, Leddie heard the silo within the bunker grind to life. As he raised his service weapon to fire at the second hound, the beast hit him full in the chest, tackling him to the ground and seizing his arm in its jaws.

    Squawking in rage, the King penguin leveled the pistol at the beasts temple, the resulting shot coating Leddie in gore and pinning him underneath the dog.

    Something small and metal bounced off the control panel, and landed beside Leddie's head. 

    As Leddie's ears registered the weapon boosters ignite within the nuclear silo, his eyes also registered that the item beside his head was a live grenade.

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

     

    OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. 

     

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    Please stand by, for a word from our Bird-Emperor:

     

     

    Waddlers, loyal Fowl of this Nestingland:

     

    In the early hours of this morning, our great empire fell under attack by a combined assault of our inferior foes. Striking hard and without warning, our sub-fowl foes hoped to overwhelm our air defenses and raze the very heartland of our Nestingland. 

    In this effort, they have failed.

    With speed and vengeance known only to our great species, we have rebuffed our enemies, struck down their armies, and annihilated their air power.

    As our cities weathered a pitiful and unsuccessful assault, we replied with thunder and lightning; we brought to bear the power of the sun itself and unleashed it upon our foes.

    For the first time in Penguin history, we have unleashed the power of the atom, and rendered our enemies into ash and dust. 

    Waddlers, loyal Fowl of the Nestingland:

    Our time has come! I call upon you, each and every able-bodied citizen of the Nest, to report to your stations! 

    Through total war and conquest, we will grind these inferior beasts into dust, to be left on the ash heap of history!

    Today, we see a new dawn. Not one of man. Not one of beasts. 

    Today, we see a dawn of Fowl.

    One Fowl.

    One Nest.

    ONE EMPEROR-PENGUIN!

    FIIIN!

    HAIL!

    FIIIIIIN!

    HAIL!

    FIIIIIIN!

     

    HAIL.

     

     

    Failure to Respond to State Orders is a Terminable Offense!

     

    Failure to Respond to State Salutes is a Terminable Offense!

     

    Failure to Wear Party Finbands is a Terminable Offense!

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  12. Can we maybe not fight?

     

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    War begets Strife. Strife begets Strength. 

    Only by wiping the slate clean of weakness, do we truly usher in a new age of prosperity.

    Let us cast this age of timorousness into the crucible of war, and bring forth an age of splendor, quenched in the blood of heroes.

     

    can we fight please now im tired of waiting and need something to roleplay about.

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  13. Down with the proletariat penguins! To be a pigeon is to be the life blood of society. Penguins can't even fly. Barely a bird if you ask me.

     

    What is a human that cannot think? What is an elephant that cannot remember? What is a centipede that cannot walk? Therefore I ask of the non-bourgeoisie fowl, shall the penguin be classified as a fowl at all? Where shall we draw the line for our comrades? If one cannot fly, one cannor work for the survival of the collective, and as such, is a burden to all those whose wings society has been built on! Down with the emperor! Comrades, UNITE and cover the sky with your wings, and unload your shite on the dirty bourgeoisie fowl before they control the means of production!

     

    You speak of unity- of society- and yet look at the pigeon community. Cooing vermin that infest nearly every city on Orbis. Toss a piece of bread in a park, and you will not see a rational society, but sheer mindless infighting. Pigeons, like the common Seagull, are merely rats with wings- a worthless parasite that survives only off of the offal and charity of others. 

    Do pigeons huddle in the dark of winter, where the only certainties are death and loss? Do pigeons march long hours to fish for their families, braving beasts and temperatures that would kill any who show weakness? Do pigeons look at the skies, seeing not a privilege, but a mighty struggle to overcome?

    To be a penguin is to be beset on all sides by struggle and loss; to see nothing but the black void of an unforgiving world, and stand as one in spite of it. 

    Nature and Destiny has shaped us into the dominant fowl, pure of will and purged of weakness.

    Our nation is united by one Fowl. One Nest. One Emperor-Penguin.

    Take heed, before the life blood of society runs red in your streets. 

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  14. Call me back when penguins learn to fly, like real birds. See who's "sub-fowl" then, wouldn't want to breed you anyway. -_-

    What does a pigeon know of the struggles of penguinkind? For eons, the master fowl has overcome the limitations of our humble frame. While the base pigeon has always been a slave to the global welfare state, the harsh crucible of nature has forged the penguin into a peerless fowl. While you and your kind pecked in the sun and grew fat in cities across Orbis, we have fought beak and claw against Sub-Fowl, Commu-Seals, and worse.

    Through ingenuity and the guiding hand of destiny itself, we have unlocked the secrets of jet aircraft. Through sacrifice and duty, we have carved out a Nest for ourselves that will last for a thousand winters. Through Victory and Fate, we have claimed the title of Master-Fowl.

    What man, what hippo, what pigeon, can claim the same?

     

    Ring us back when your species has suffered enough to earn a seat at our table.

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  15. OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER.

    THE NESTINGLAND OF KRAKKE

    CURRENT AFFAIRS

     

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    Please stand by, for a word from our Bird-Emperor:

     


     

    Gentlefowl,

    Waddlers of this Great Nestingland:

     

    We are all familiar with the cyclicality of life; long have we resigned ourselves to the constant shift between war and prosperity. Bayonets and helmets are beaten into bowls and knives, only to be cast back into the forge and remade into weapons for the coming struggle. War, Peace; Life, Death. 

    When our ancient and familiar enemies made it known that they again cared not for peace, and declared war upon us and our allies, we were prepared. 

    We set aside our plows and our pencils, and yet again took up our rifles and our uniforms. We said goodbye to our loved ones, and prepared ourselves to face the oncoming struggle head-on.

    And we waited.

    And waited.

    From beyond our borders, we watched as innumerable soldiers and countless nations fought beak-and-claw, attempting to wrest the glory of victory. We watched as capitals crumbled underneath the fury of jet aircraft; we watched as both enemies and allies alike cede their honor and wave the beige flag. 

    We watched, as the world burned all around us. As the fog of war enshrouded Orbis, we alone broke free of the cycle.

    Now, as the pendulum of destiny swings back towards prosperity, a lesser leader might make the case for war. To strike hard, and crush those enemies of the state that have been left alone for too long.

    Instead, I offer a counter-proposition:

    Let us utilize this unbroken period of prosperity for the good of our Nest. Let us strengthen our hold on our Herringsraum, and stimulate our economy with the excessive boon we have been granted.

    When the call for war comes again- and it will come again- we will be ready.

    For we are One Fowl.

    One Nest.

    One Emperor-Penguin!

     

    FIN HAIL!

    FIN HAIL!

    FIN HAIL!

     

     

    Failure To Respond To State Salutes Is A Terminable Offense!

     

    Failure To Report Dissent Is A Terminable Offense!

     

    Failure To Respond In MLA Format Is A Terminable Offense!

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  16. OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER.

    THE NESTINGLAND OF KRAKKE

    CURRENT AFFAIRS

     

     

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    Please stand by, for a speech from our Bird-Emperor.

     

     

    Waddlers of this Proud Nestingland:

     

    For Eons, our Superior State has been likened to that of a star, shining bright in the heavens; A sole beacon of purity beaming triumphant against the leering darkness. Like a star, we have ascended above, to such a height that our enemies can only gaze up at us in stark astonishment.

     

    Today marks a momentous change in that analogy. For now, the secrets of the stars themselves have been unlocked and exposed to us. As of today, we command the power of the sun itself, the power of nuclear energy.

     

    Now, our cities will be run on power heretofore unimaginable by members of the Master-Fowl. The very energy giving light to the constellations above, will now be harnessed to illuminate our Empire.The energy of small suns will power our war factories; The elements of nature itself will be brought to heel before the Master-Fowl, as Destiny had always intended.

     

    And yet, the power of the sun is not limited to our borders. For the degenerate hordes huddling beyond our borders will see not only the light of a star, but the fury of its purifying flame. We shall scour their cities and hiding-places with nuclear fire, wiping clean the taint of sub-fowl in the name of Herringsraum. Orbis will be ours, reborn from the ashes of sub-fowl degeneracy and purified in the snows of nuclear winter.

     

    Finally, at long last, our Great Nestingland has earned its seat at the table of the gods. No longer will we be begging for scraps at the floor like the unnumbered masses of lesser states. Our wars will be of lightning and thunder; Our clashes will be that of titans. Our Triumphs will be innumerable, our Conquests immeasurable.

    As our enemies fade into the twilight of history, the brilliance of the Nestingland will shine bright for a thousand winters.

    Now, more than ever, we stand as One.

    One Fowl.

    One Nest.

    One Emperor-Penguin!

     

    Fin Hail!

     

    Failure To Respond To State Salutes Is A Terminable Offense!

     

    Failure To Support State Doctrine Is A Terminable Offense!

     

    Strength In Unity; Unity Through Obedience!

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  17. Wreck me once more...

    Our Empires are destined to clash, sub-fowl. As democracy fades into the twilight, only the strong and victorious will stand resolute against the frozen night, to be reborn again in a glorious new dawn.

     

    Our Nestingland is ready.

    Question is: are you?

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