Emperor Penguin Rikkar

Those who do not cast their vote for the true Master-Fowl of Orbis will warrant a pecking squad. Destiny has proven our exceptionalism, it is merely up to you to guide the hand of fate and lay the laurels of Best IC poster in the claws of the strong. The Nestingland will be monitoring this post with interest. Fin Hail.

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. THE NESTINGLAND OF KRAKKE CURRENT AFFAIRS Please stand by, for a speech from our Bird-Emperor: Failure To Respond To State Salutes Is A Terminable Offense! Failure To Report Dissent Is a Terminable Offense! Failure To Report Odd-Speckled Eggs Is A Terminable Offense!

Kek willed it

These election results are getting more deplorable by the second.

The Greater Penguin Nestingland hails the dawn of a new age. May our empires last for a thousand winters.

If we could get the damn carburetors to work it would be less of a dream and more of a reality, but for now our '63 E-type is garaged indefinitely. Seriously, English cars require a yearly sacrifice to the dark gods if you want them to remotely work.

The Nestingland of Krakke applauds the bureaucratic revision of Kyrat, and is willing to open full diplomatic channels with the new regime. May your Empire reign for a thousand winters.

I'd like to claim the two provinces directly under my flag, if possible.

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. THE NESTINGLAND OF KRAKKE CURRENT AFFAIRS As oil production skyrockets in the Nestingland's newest territorial acquisitions, loyal Waddlers of the Nest are being compelled to settle the new province capital of Iceburg. Located to the far east, Iceburg is estimated to hold enough untapped oil to fuel the indomitable warmachines of the Nestingland for the next fifty winters. After much study by the Institute of Sub-Fowl Studies, The Brotherhood of Planets is tentatively deemed acceptable to hold formalized relations with. Members of the Dinosaur species are not currently deemed Sub-Fowl, and as such are not enemies of the State. In a passionate speech to the Nestingchancellery, Emperor-Penguin Rikkar bid for the immediate Orbis-wide recall of all loyal Waddlers back to the Nestingland. Citing foreign cultural degeneracy and the large number of prizoon's opening up across the planet, the Bird-Emperor declared that the only guarantee of safety and purity is within the warm embrace of the Nestingland. Failure To Respond To State Mandates Is A Terminable Offense! Strength Through Unity! Unity Through Purpose! Report Cultural Saboteurs, Left-Winged Waddlers, And Odd-Speckled Eggs Today! One Fowl. One Nest. One Emperor-Penguin!

Finmarschall Otwoo hated the klaxons. Decades of sophisticated Master-Fowl engineering; years of technological wonders the rest of the backwards savages infesting this planet couldn't even imagine, and the best the eggheads at the NeMinSci could devise to alert anyone to anything was a shrill death-cry of some blasted electronic. The hell-noises blared for a few more beats, signalling some change of course, then fell silent. In the new-found silence, Otwoo heard the Chinstrap before he saw him, the clicking of battleclaws sounding out against the steel floor. The diminutive bird entered Otwoo's cabin and snapped out a crisp salute. "Finmarschall, we are ready to dock at the landing station." "Thank you, Chinstrap. Fin Hail." "Fin Hail." Turning his back on the dismissed soldier, the grizzled King Penguin made his way to the cabin porthole, gazing out over the landing nest of Belgrade. The zeppelin they had embarked on the mission with cast the shadow of a penguin mid-slide, which Otwoo admired as it inexorably descended into the airfield. The dark shadow seemed to consume all in its path, growing larger and larger as it drew nearer to the ground. With a gentle whoomph, and the death-scream of another damnable klaxon, the airship landed. Otwoo seized his dress cap, slicking back his errant feathers with his off fin before perching it atop his head. Looking over his uniform one last time in his cabin mirror, the Finmarschall snapped himself a salute out of habit, then made his way to the landing ramp. Looking over his diplomatic team assembled at the ramp, Otwoo raised his fin in salute, which was matched with drilled precision. Smiling inwardly to himself, the King Penguin cleared his throat. "Loyal Waddlers of our Nestingland: We have come here in a diplomatic capacity. We are to be the representatives of our Nestingland and our very species. We are the living embodiment of our Bird-Emperor; We are the Walking Will of the Master-Fowl. We are to liaison with these Outlanders, and in doing so promote the goodwill of our species. There is much we can gain from positive relations with those outside our borders. However, we must be vigilant. These foreign cultures are decadent in their ways, they care nothing for the plight of the strong. We will see things that will disgust us; We will see atrocities that would warrant a pecking squad at home, that none here see as transgressions. As such, we must be strong in will as to not infect our ranks with such deviant behavior. We must bar our minds and steel our hearts in the face of cultural corruption, without raising suspicions in our hosts. Our Nestingland counts on our strength. And we shall not disappoint. Fin Hail." The klaxons wailed as the ramp began to descend, and Otwoo silently hoped the Outlanders had some other means of alert in their empire.

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. After reviewing the current applications of various nations, the Nestingland Ministry of State to report their findings. SWEDEN- ACCEPTED, FULL DIPLOMATIC EXCHANGE FINLAND-ACCEPTED, FULL DIPLOMATIC EXCHANGE COMMONWEALTH OF IBERIA, UNITED STATES OF PORTUGAL, DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF PYRENEES- HOLD, PENDING GOVERNMENT CONSOLIDATION THE BROTHERHOOD OF PLANETS- HOLD- PROCESSING POTENTIAL UNDERFOWL MEMBER SPECIES THE REPUBLIC OF KRESSNIA- ACCEPTED, FULL DIPLOMATIC EXCHANGE REPUBLIK ÖSTERREICH- ACCEPTED, FULL DIPLOMATIC EXCHANGE FRANCO-SWEDISH EMPIRE- ACCEPTED, FULL DIPLOMATIC EXCHANGE The Nestingland wishes to extend their gratitude to those wishing diplomatic relations at this time. May your empires last for a thousand winters. Fin Hail. An Open Mind Is A Corrupted Mind! Report Freethinking, Dissent, Excessive Questioning, And Arithmeticians Today! Failure To Respond To State Mandates Is A Terminable Offense!

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. Numerous inquiries to formalize relations with the Greater Penguin Nestingland have caused the Nestingland Ministry of State to issue an international application for diplomatic relations. Simply fill out the form and return it to your nearest Nestpost today! All Blanks Must Be Completed To Be Processed! The Greater Penguin Nestingland Has The Manifest Right To Deny Relations With Any Government! The Victories Of The Future Are Built Upon The Struggles Of The Present!

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. The Nestingland Ministry of Resources has proudly stated that vast oil reserves have been discovered in the newly-acquired Herringsraum. As the brave Penguinaries stationed in these vast frontiers continue to hunt down errant sub-fowl and free up the territory for future colonists, preliminary estimates state that the current Nestingland oil and gasoline production will be doubled. With these fuel reserves consolidated into the Greater Penguin Nestingland, future expansions for Herringsraum will occur faster and range farther than ever before. Supremacy Through Unity! Report Dissent, Half-Heartedism, Absenteeism, And Excessive Water Consumption Today! Failure To Respond To State Decrees Is A Terminable Offense! One Fowl. One Nest. One Bird-Emperor.

APPLICATION Official nation name: The Greater Penguin Nestingland of Krakke, abbreviated as Nestingland. Population (P&W numbers): 1,641,238 GDP per capita (P&W numbers): 3,098.97 Population density (sq. km): 82.06 Form of Government: Fascist Dictatorship Politics & War Wikia link (leave blank if you don't have one): Describe your Nation IC: The Nestingland of Krakke is the home to the True Master-Fowl of Orbis, the Penguin species. Isolationist and xenophobic, the Nestingland toil endlessly to expand their borders in the name of Herringsraum, and desires nothing more than complete dominion over Orbis. Describe yourself in OOC terms: Patient, rule-abiding, loves to incorporate satire into RP. Have you read, and do you agree to abide with, the rules? (Yes/No): Yes (You must not have a history of continuous rule breaks in the national affairs subforum!) Where on the map do you want to be located? (Using real-world geography/nations, or a self-provided map): A large swath of unclaimed Antarctica, hopefully. If that is impossible to draw out, then potentially somewhere unclaimed in the arctic, large enough and cold enough to sustain a population of 1.6 million penguins. Nation flag link (if you have a specific one you want to be used): (Map-wise, you're limited to a maximum of 50 provinces. If you go higher than that, I'll personally adjust it down until it's at 50, or ask you to re-do your own example until it fits within the 50 province limit. Note that expansion is allowed, but at a maximum of two provinces per month as to be as realistic as possible. This rule applies to nations under 50 provinces as well. Provinces are unable to be moved from one location to another. Gifted land is also capped at two provinces per month. Land gained by a nation as a result of war can be more than this.) (You are required to post at least once a month in the national affairs subforum to remain active. This means creating your own topic, not just commenting in someone else's posts. Inactive nations will be removed from the map.)

Pasta shortages.

Indeed, and if you were prudent enough to have sent me a link to such a design you could have received two million in recompense! Now, as I have previously stated, I am in need of two more designs: a signature and a blog header. Victory Through Strength; Strength Through Work. Submit Your Designs Today!

After much deliberation, the Nestingland of Krakke is hereby proud to announce the usage of Sketchy's rendition of the flag for our proud nation. As such, the Nestingland is in need of a signature and blog header. In the words of the great heads in the sky, show us what you got.

OBEY. WADDLE. PROSPER. None Can Oppose The Might Of The Penguin! Please Stand by, for a speech from our Bird-Emperor: Failure To Respond To State Salutes Is A Terminable Offense! Failure To Enlist Is A Terminable Offense!

I like the design of the penguin on the inner circle, perhaps without the helmet, however I was looking for a more NSDaP-like flag than the Prussian white-and-black sort. And a reichspenguin would be perfect if it was done in a kosher enough way. This is supposed to be satire, after all. Sketchy, send me a PM or post on this thread so we can have a looksee?

As successful wars bring home esurient amounts of booty, the Nestingland Ministry of Propaganda has realized that it is in long need of proper graphic images. As it is excessively hard to properly draw/photoshop a well-done image with bird flippers, such a daunting task is now made available to the greater public as a whole. What is needed, I shall outline as this: One flag, in the fascist style and obviously highlighting the Superior Master-Fowl in some way in its central symbol. A signature, incorporating the state slogan in a tasteful yet commanding way. A header for propaganda blog posts, that hopefully would match and offset the signature to perfectly tie up the entire post. For any and all images done to such specifications, the Nestingland is willing to pay 2 million for each, six million in total for all three. Failure To Agree To State Demands Is A Terminable Offense!

This disgusts me, almost to my core. What you propose is Alliance-wide insurgency. To take orders and support from a group that supercedes the bonds of your own alliance, not bound by treaties or other legitimizing contracts. Today, you move to limit the impact of nuclear weapons throughout Orbis. Tonight, will you call to harass our alliance leaders, our neighbors and friends? Tomorrow, will we see the dissolution of all we hold dear, as our alliances are called to tear themselves asunder? Where do we draw the line? Who has the authority to designate targets? When the inevitable conflict of interest happens between orders from Alliance command and this shadowy institution, which do we obey? Those willing to call themselves members of this leprous league are nothing more than traitors, to their alliances and to Orbis herself, and must be promptly dealt with as such.

These declarations of war are getting out of hand. How unfair this is, to be a part of an expansion most glorious, and with not a single enemy within open war range. What songs would be sung of an empire, beset on all sides by the slavering hordes, fighting courageously to the last. What tales could be told of those that, in the unfairness of life, epitomized the glorious struggle by tightening their belts and accepting their situation with resolute resolve. Such tribulation is one I could only dream of, to join the historic ranks of those at Isandlwana, Thermopylae, and Shiroyama. To walk the path of Horatius, Dragutin Gavrilovic, and Benkei! To face fearful odds, for the ashes of ones gods. And instead: here I sit, forced to gaze ever upward at those that are locked in the titanic struggle of my dreams, only to cry foul at their most wonderful lot. What sick twists this world has for us.

For the longest time I wanted to be a FSO serving in the embassies overseas as well, however the more I look at the way it's set up I would much prefer more autonomy on where I go to work. Now I'm slogging through a Public Relations degree and figure I'll see where that takes me in the long run.

I like crossovers of my favorite things.

Our Nestingland has stood for over a hundred winters, and is destined to stand for a thousand more. Superiority is our Birthright; Victory, our Destiny. The Time of Mammals is in its Twilight, you should take care to not fade alongside into the oncoming night.