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What is your opinion about this Conference?
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| This Conference is bollocks, it should be discared!! |
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21.05% |
| Yes, finally! Let us prosper to a new era of Peace and Prosperity!! |
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52.63% |
| Well... let's see where this is heading... |
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21.05% |
| Compulsary Pholus Moon vote. |
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5.26% |
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19 voters |
100% |
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GeoModder
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The most erratic Overlord!
Jan 2004
time: 06:35
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Agent 009 arrived in UN Headquarters with a minimum of luggage. He didn't think this conference for halting war, famine and violence in the northern hemisphere would succeed, but orders were orders, even for an anarchistic guy in an increasingly rule-governed faction like the Data Angels.
He was received by the Planetary Governor himself which, with a rare insight, had decided not to promote his illuster person as chairman of the conference this time. No doubt the files produced by the Covert Ops a Planetyear before, revealing his acceptance of bribes for participating in this conflict, had done the trick. But one never could be too sure about what the shrewd Lal was up to now.
Pleasantries were exchanged and, as always in such happenings, told nothing about the participating parties intentions. It didn't matter anyway. The Covert Ops' calculations predicted sufficient external trouble for the faction if the current way things progressed continued so, again, the attempt had to be made.
Next day, 009 found his way to the conference hall were all participants were already seated. Was there a glitch in his DataPod? According to it he was just in time, but everyone else was already present? 009 activated a DataProbe in the Conference Network, and a response came in just half a minute later. It seemed Lal indeed was at his tricks, rescheduling everyone else 15 minutes sooner. Probably he found himself helpfull for this as it was supposed to accentuate 009's importance among the other factions' diplomats. Well, no harm done this time...
009 found his seat, made himself comfortable in it, and rang the queer ancient gong in front of him, then stood up again as the sound of it stopped momentarily all conversation and started to speak.
Gentlemen, welcome here today on the start of Chiron's first Peace Conference. My name is InfoTrader GeoModder, and I'm forwarded by the Data Angel government to chair this conference.
I'm sure you're aware this moment will be called quite historical for our future generations, but to safeguard that future we will first need to come to agreements here.
Very well, to start with the most basic things so everyone knows everyone, will all parties present introduce themself and name their members of delegation please?
IT GeoModder beseated himself again and opened his DataPod for archivage while the first party announced it's presence...
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Method
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/me goes to France
Feb 2001
time: 00:35
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The Gods CMNs will be represented by Method, the Grand Moff of Pointless Titles, Spartan Secretary of Keeping the DBTSverse Bunnies at Bay, Morganic Minister of Monocle, Founder, Leader and only Member of Gaian Republican Party, Gumtelfitrickber Minister of the Spartan Federation, Team Spammer of the Data Angels, President of the Spartan Pacifist Party, Chief Admirer of the Tall and Particularly Beautiful Stand of White Pine Planted at the Time of the First Colonies of the Gaian Union, General Error, Chief TKGer, Supreme Quasianthropomorphic Personfication of a Pause for Thought for Gaians, Spartan Minister in Charge of Making Sure the Targets are Aligned Properly During Target Practice, President of the Let's-Give-Method-A-Fancy-Title Dining Club, Self-Styled Minister of Gerbils, Ninja, Wielder of the Holy Hammer of Moderatorial Justice, Assistant of our Lord and Master Drogue, and Mikromod of the Third Alpha Centauri Democracy Game, and Kody, the Narrator of the Third Alpha Centraui Democracy Game, Senior Consultant on Universe Mechanics of Morgan Industries, Minister in charge of making sure the pins stay in the right spots on the War Map for the Spartans, Joint Peanut publisher for the Data Angels, Senior Nudist Runner Through Trees and Executive Preserve of Rosbuds of the Gaians, Spam Puppy - editor of the Pholus Lunar Newscast, and Janitor of Honghu's Washroom. We aren't actually going to do anything but sit here and look important.
Last edited by Method on 25-04-2005 at 23:46
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Modo44
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in western Poland
Jul 2004
time: 06:35
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* Modo44 walks in quietly and sits down in the corner *
* takes out a pack of chips *
Last edited by Modo44 on 26-04-2005 at 01:07
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GeoModder
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The most erratic Overlord!
Jan 2004
time: 06:35
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Ah, Colonel Googlie for the Spartans. So pleased that your little toilet break didn't take too long... Welcome.
* GeoModder accepts the data crystal and checks it briefly. *
Yes, I see. The proxy is accepted, but with a sidenote that Provoost Zakharov no longer seems to have an independant voice regarding signing peace -or war agreements.
* GeoModder puts his hands on the table.
Very well, gentlemen, let's be about it.
I, as deputed Chairman of the Conference, had ample opportunity to check records of the Data Angels regarding your factions' conflict, but they're fairly incomplete.
Therefore we like to ask all factions who suffered losses in your conflicts, to prepare a list of this and hand it over to the Chairman for further study. Please do not presume that I have the power to force any of you to do so, it is a request from a mediator, which you all seem to endorse as middle man.
Also, since this Conference could finally start, I like to request on all warring factions if they're prepared to cease hostilities as long as this Conference is in session. This to create an atmosphere in which our undoubtedly lengthy conversations wouldn't be overshadowed by more suffering and hardship of common people in your respective lands.
For the list of losses, simply let your representative put it on the table here next to your factions' official stance regarding the temporary cease-fire proposal for the duration of this Conference.
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arginine
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In the background, where no one is looking, a dwarf climbs out of a piece of ordinary looking luggage. She put on her disguise, with some stilts. Then, she reaches into her pocket, to look over her forged, or bought passports and IDs, then returns them. She takes out a small, secure communicator, similar to those used by various intelligence agencies.
"This is codename Professor Whitehead. I have made it in editor. You can send my nomination to the Pulitzer search comitee."
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Snoddasmannen
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* Snoddasmannen walks in, throws a quick glance at the foreign representatives, mutters something to himself, and sits down next to Modo
* Snoddasmannen follows his colleague's example and also opens a bag of non-flavoured protein-enriched fried xeno-tatoes
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25-04-2005 20:40
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