WORLD MEETING No. I
CHARACTERS:starstripedhero, bipolar_bride, hagyjbeken, and wiener_bonbons
LOCATION: America's room, no. 176.
WARNINGS: America is in this log.
SUMMARY: BASICALLY all the nations get together and actually talk in person about stuff. Violence and arguments will more than likely ensue; IT IS INEVITABLE. They'll calm their tits, have a touching Titantic-esque moment, then get drunk.
After much note writing, exploring, contemplating, pissing his pants, drawing things, America finally seems confident enough to discuss his discoveries to the people of his world in person. It seems like some tensions might be relieved if they talk things through all together in person concerning what is going on here that could pertain to them.
America, of course, is in his room, having contacted his "back-up", pacing as he reads off of a sheet of paper. He's also eating something he found on the ship to which he has no idea what it is, but it is edible. It looks like some kind of candy bar.
"So, I'll start off like this: OKAY EVERYONE. LISTEN UP. I know all your ideas are going to suck major balls, so we're going to go by my plan! Alright! First thing is first.... In the event of a malicious alien encounter, have your self defense ready. Belarus, get our blades out and aim for the eyes. Hungary, kick its ass with your.. asskicking powers or whatever, and Austria... yell in Austrian or German or whatever the hell you speak. And me, well, I'll do the most important job and shooting it in the head when the time is right. You all can thank me later with compliments and presents. For the record, just in case I do something outstanding WHICH IS HIGHLY LIKELY, I would like some more ammo for my gun-- or like, porn and some waffle fries. Find me some waffle fries, and that will be GOOD ENOUGH. You all will be under my command, so be sure you know my pledge of allegiance! We'll recite it to PULL US ALL TOGETHER! TOGETHER, UNITED, ONE COMMON GOAL, ONE COMMON ENDEAVOR, ON COMMON NEED TO GET EVERYBODY'S ASSES OT LAS VEGAS. We're like the little engine that could! BRINGING ALL THAT AMMUNITION OVER THE MOUNTAIN TO BLOW UP THOSE COMMUNIST DICKHEADS. WE CAN DO THIS; YES. WE. CAN!!"
He could have sworn he hard an eagle cry in the background, fist clutching in a melodramatic post of heroism, the sound of fireworks distant in the air. He holds his post for a moment, a random light catching his lens for dramatic effect as he Hollywood smiles, teeth shimmering with a sparkle. He glances at Tony after a moment, unsure. The alien was hunched and perched on the bed, eating out of a bag of chips.
"--Mentioning porn in a speech probably isn't the best thing, huh? Okay, I'll be sure just to mention waffle fries. That is only in the case of meeting an alien encounter! NOW THEN. On the subject of the occurrence of an alien zombie apocalypse, AIM FOR THE HEAD NO MATTER WHAT. That is your---"
He stops and looks at the door when somebody knocks at it. Huffing, he walks to the door, "That better have been Hungary, and she better have brought the booze." He shuffles a few written pieces of paper out of his way, cause hell, there were a lot of them. He had been taking a lot of notes. Some possibly useful, and some not so much.
Cracking the door open, he peers out cautiously.
"Y-eeeeello?"
LOCATION: America's room, no. 176.
WARNINGS: America is in this log.
SUMMARY: BASICALLY all the nations get together and actually talk in person about stuff. Violence and arguments will more than likely ensue; IT IS INEVITABLE. They'll calm their tits, have a touching Titantic-esque moment, then get drunk.
After much note writing, exploring, contemplating, pissing his pants, drawing things, America finally seems confident enough to discuss his discoveries to the people of his world in person. It seems like some tensions might be relieved if they talk things through all together in person concerning what is going on here that could pertain to them.
America, of course, is in his room, having contacted his "back-up", pacing as he reads off of a sheet of paper. He's also eating something he found on the ship to which he has no idea what it is, but it is edible. It looks like some kind of candy bar.
"So, I'll start off like this: OKAY EVERYONE. LISTEN UP. I know all your ideas are going to suck major balls, so we're going to go by my plan! Alright! First thing is first.... In the event of a malicious alien encounter, have your self defense ready. Belarus, get our blades out and aim for the eyes. Hungary, kick its ass with your.. asskicking powers or whatever, and Austria... yell in Austrian or German or whatever the hell you speak. And me, well, I'll do the most important job and shooting it in the head when the time is right. You all can thank me later with compliments and presents. For the record, just in case I do something outstanding WHICH IS HIGHLY LIKELY, I would like some more ammo for my gun-- or like, porn and some waffle fries. Find me some waffle fries, and that will be GOOD ENOUGH. You all will be under my command, so be sure you know my pledge of allegiance! We'll recite it to PULL US ALL TOGETHER! TOGETHER, UNITED, ONE COMMON GOAL, ONE COMMON ENDEAVOR, ON COMMON NEED TO GET EVERYBODY'S ASSES OT LAS VEGAS. We're like the little engine that could! BRINGING ALL THAT AMMUNITION OVER THE MOUNTAIN TO BLOW UP THOSE COMMUNIST DICKHEADS. WE CAN DO THIS; YES. WE. CAN!!"
He could have sworn he hard an eagle cry in the background, fist clutching in a melodramatic post of heroism, the sound of fireworks distant in the air. He holds his post for a moment, a random light catching his lens for dramatic effect as he Hollywood smiles, teeth shimmering with a sparkle. He glances at Tony after a moment, unsure. The alien was hunched and perched on the bed, eating out of a bag of chips.
"--Mentioning porn in a speech probably isn't the best thing, huh? Okay, I'll be sure just to mention waffle fries. That is only in the case of meeting an alien encounter! NOW THEN. On the subject of the occurrence of an alien zombie apocalypse, AIM FOR THE HEAD NO MATTER WHAT. That is your---"
He stops and looks at the door when somebody knocks at it. Huffing, he walks to the door, "That better have been Hungary, and she better have brought the booze." He shuffles a few written pieces of paper out of his way, cause hell, there were a lot of them. He had been taking a lot of notes. Some possibly useful, and some not so much.
Cracking the door open, he peers out cautiously.
"Y-eeeeello?"