01 rocket punch | voice

[micronational]

[click! the phone receiver picks up to part of whoever is using it mumbling to himself]

-don't even have a cell phone here! This thing is so old, you have to spin it to get the numbers and everything

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[politerudeness]

You may calm yourself. There is no one attempting to annex nor to brainwash you.

[micronational]

[well, Japan should know about brainwashing right? still, that makes it so lame] Are aliens trying to harvest my organs?

[politerudeness]

... Nothing of the sort.

[micronational]

Anything cool?

[iwillstandout]

"Royal Family"?

[micronational]

Yeah, my crown prince and his family! I can't afford to have them ransomed.

[iwillstandout]

If they aren't ransoming me, I shouldn't think that they're ransoming a royal family.

[micronational]

Why, who are you?

[vaimoksein]

Sealand! It's really you?

[micronational]

Finland! Finlaaaand, this place is awful. They kidnapped me and don't even have any angry guards or internet.

[vaimoksein]

All of us were kidnapped, actually.... but I swear it's not as bad as it sounds! There's plenty of food and water and it's a lot like a normal town here, but.... this is 1950's America and some of the people here are droned, or brainwashed.

You'll get back some of your things from home after a while! Though I don't think the internet is one of them. Maybe just your laptop?

[micronational]

[fixing on the most important part of this statement] Brainwashed? Aha, I knew it! I knew there had to be something cooler than a loopy road here.

OH MY GOD I JUST now saw that he is in her house SORRY I AM A FAILBOATTT

[ate_it_all]

[Conchita overhears this from the dining room, but just continues eating.]

Honestly, I rid myself of one idiot that thinks he's a country, and they go and give me another.

[the knife scratches loudly on her plate. But eventually she finishes, stepping out to appraise her new "son."]

Hmm.

[she blinks. That's odd...]

You look like Mr. England.

IT'S TOTALLY FINE HAHA he's not going anywhere

[micronational]

[can you feel the intense HORROR and DISGUST from this gaze, Conchita? you better.]

No way, I look nothing like that jerk!

yayyy

[ate_it_all]

[horror eh. That's one of her favorite flavors. Good thing she just ate.]

Of course you do, my eyesight is perfect. How are you related?

[micronational]

We're not related at all. The only thing that we have in common is that we're both European countries. [he crosses his arms. no way is he admitting familial relation]