Nation States

[JP Dogberry]

In systemjammers, I juts made nudity compulsory. That's our national dresscode.

[House of Mustard]

The Sultanate of House of Mustard is going to do some serious reconnaisance on systemjammers.

[House of Mustard]

Well, on half of the population at least.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

Fortunately, camouflage is the official dresscode of my nation.  You're military rolls on through and out the other side.

OH, see, I'm not INVADING. Just declaring war.

[Mad Dr Jeffe]

Im writing our national anthem and it has monkeys in it....

[House of Mustard]

Well then, SE, we declare war on you too.  And then we taunt you across the border.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

The Theocracy of Ehlers responds by calling the House of Mustard to repentance.

[Fellfrosch]

The Theocracy of Fellfrosch denies the possibility of repentance, and charges the Theocracy of Saint Ehlers with heresy. Again. We'll just add it to your tab.

[House of Mustard]

The Sultan of House of Mustard sends the Prophet (or whatever the leader of Fellfrosh is) a nice gift basket from Hickory Farms, including a little loaf of smoked cheddar and a variety of summer sausage, in thanks for charging my enemy with heresy.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

the THeocracy sends a crack team of Ninja Monkey Assassin Priests to intercept the Hickory Farms set and bring it back to their God-Emperor. Or, failing that, to destroy it.

The God-Emperor Saint Ehlers, on hearing that he was execommunicated by the Church of the Dire Frog, rolls his eyes and demands more root beer.

[House of Mustard]

I had planned on that little attack, and the loaf of smoked cheddar was actually an anti-ninja bomb.

The real gift basket was parachuted into Fell's Temple/Throne Room.

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

ah, see, what you don't realize is the parachuted gift is what they went to intercept.

[House of Mustard]

Curses!

[The Holy Saint, Grand High Poobah, Master of Monkeys, Ehlers]

The ninjas are all knowing! They cannot be tricked unless you bribe them with sardines and non-alcoholic beer.


Dang. I shouldn't have told you that.

[House of Mustard]

I send a very tempting gift basket to Fell again, this time full of sardines, non-alcoholic beer, and a loaf of smoked cheddar.