Across the globe, billions of citizens, politicians, and soldiers wake up, happy to be alive, and prepare themselves breakfast. For some of you, this may be a delicious bowl of crunchy nut corn flakes. For others, it could be nothing more than a few grains of rice. The war is tough on everyone. Anyway, you all flick onto Sky One news as one (those of you without televisions can use your imaginations), and are shocked by the terrifying update on the conflict...
“Good morning. This is John Shepard reporting live from Nigeria...” He stops talking, and then moves aside to give you all a better view of the scene behind him. It’s horrendous. There are corpses everywhere, littering the streets with rotten smells and gruesome appendages hanging loose from their limp bodies. John Shepard looks into the camera and opens his mouth to speak, but he pauses, then looks down and shakes his head. He starts to walk off, and the camera cuts back to the newsroom where they deliver more detailed information. It appears as though the attackers arrived half an hour after the sun had set, and wore oddly shaped hats, speaking in a very distinct accent. They also detail how, once again, they found a curious note in possession of every citizen in the country. They proceed to read the note aloud.
Dear Kumar,
You are Nigeria.
You are one of the most populous countries in the world and by far the most populous ‘black’ country. Your economy has come on leaps and bounds in recent years as your nation found its feet and began to develop. You joined the struggle for survival with the Pangaean Republic as soon as the terrorist factions declared war on the world, in a desperate attempt to keep your religion and government intact in the years to come.
You’ve got many skilled pickpockets in your nation, and you plan to put them to use on a rather larger scale than they’re used to for the purposes of this war. Each night you may PM Stoo and Shade with “Night X – Send pickpockets to <USER>” and you will send your pickpockets to snoop around this nation. Should they find anything, they will reluctantly deliver it to your government come daybreak.
You are allied with the Pangaean Republic.
You win if the Pangaean Republic wins.
In the aftermath of this horrible news, it goes almost unnoticed when the news comes in that the worlds tiniest country, the Vatican city, was recently overthrown in a covert operation lasting only 10 minutes. A single citizen managed to escape and tell the world what had happened. He claimed the attackers wore body armour that concealed their faces, but he thought he could see a vague tan on their arms...
He also handed over a note to the authorities in a similar fashion to those seen in many nations already:
Dear Dogfish44,
You are the Vatican City.
You are the smallest country on the planet, essentially being the size of a small town. In fact, that’s basically what you are. You have a population of roughly 700, none of which are permanent residents. Most importantly, your tiny nation is the home of the Pope.
The pope is thoroughly against any form of war, but the residents of your tiny nation don’t share his blissful ignorance when it comes to global conflict. They secretly aligned themselves with the Pangaean Republic at the dawn of the war, in an effort to stay alive. Now, every time the residents of the Vatican City cast a lynch vote, they must repent to their almighty Pope the next night by PMing Stoo and Shade with “Night X – Repenting for sins”. Failure to do so would cause your mighty Pope to smite you all, instantly annihilating your puny nation.
Should you choose to follow your catholic leader and abstain from voting, he will smile upon you and assist you during the night. If you did not vote the previous day, you may PM Stoo and Shade with “Night X – Delivering a sermon to <USER>”. This user will be the target of a lengthy sermon on the role of abstinence in global conflicts. Lynch abstinence, that is. Any nation who sits through your sermon will be unable to post in the day thread the following day. Should they break their pact and decide to speak, you’ll send over a group of friendly priests to have a little...”chat” with them.
You are allied with the Pangaean Republic.
You win if the Pangaean Republic wins.
Not even ten minutes had passed, however, when some more shocking news appeared:
“BREAKING NEWS! I’m reporting live from Santiago here in Chile where a group of masked crusaders have just begun a full on attack across the entire country. Oh, the humanity! They’re torching buildings, killing innocent pedestrians..oh my goodness, this is horrendous...”
An explosion in the distance causes the reporter to turn abruptly, and as she turns back to face the camera the fear in her face is evident. A piece of paper from a nearby car that just imploded violently wafts towards the camera, and gets stuck on the lens just long enough for billions of viewers around the world to read it...
Dear Thunda,
You are Chile.
No, not the vegetable.
Your oddly shaped nation runs along the west coast of South America...in fact, it IS the west coast of South America, stretching along the whole bottom half of the continent. Positioned between the sea and a large mountain range, you are in an ideal place for the communist west to strike, and so were greatly relieved when the Pangaean Republic asked you to join their ranks and help defend against the terrorist invaders that threaten life as you know it.
Though you aren’t a violent people, you will pitch into the war effort any way you can, and for the purposes of this war the Pangaean Republic has requested you pursue the path of espionage rather than violent warmongering. Every night, you may PM Stoo and Shade with “Night X – Watching <USER>”. That night, you will send in a crack squad of operatives to the nation, cunningly disguised as citizens, and when they report back to you in the morning you will learn who the nation they visited targeted that night.
You are allied with the Pangaean Republic.
You win if the Pangaean Republic wins.
Before you can even take this shocking turn of events in, the reporter removes the paper from the camera lens and looks back into the camera.
“Nobody yet knows the identity of the attackers, all we know is they are incredibly dangerous and arrived in large numbers roughly 20 minutes ago, wiping out half of the country in only..”
She is cut short by a loud BANG, and the last thing you all see before the screen turns black is the terrified woman diving for cover as a large explosion ripples through the air behind her. The screen cuts back to a speechless news team, and as the anchorman hangs his head, you all switch off the TV set.
This war is far bloodier than many of you anticipated...
It is now Day 3. Day 2 will end at 4pm (GMT) on Friday the 29th of May, or until a majority is reached. 13 votes is a majority. Once the first vote has been cast, the deadline will be 24 hours from that point.
The last two hours of the deadline will NOT add 24 hours to the deadline, to facilitate for stealth lynches.