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  1. Ayanka

    Regional Map

    Quick, before someone puts their nation in the map where mine is! Nation's name: (People's Republic of) Ayanka Location: Kamchatka Krai, Chukotka and the northern Kuril Islands. Here are a couple of maps with the exact location:
  2. Huilin realises something's off as she gets into the wagon. For the last days she had to pay attention to the officer's long speeches and plans about what to do once they reached No Man's Land, to the west. She's sure that train wasn't heading towards the west. Are they taking another route towards there? Or it's just a mistake, perhaps? She realises her mind isn't tricking her as soon as she starts hearing other soldiers whispering to each other with similar concerns. It's not until one of the officers gets into the wagon and explains the change of plans that they learn where they are heading. As the officer finished speaking, turned around and headed toward the door, soldiers started to speak again, this time way louder, some of them ignoring the officer's last sentence and trying to ask him questions anyway. Huilin turns around, as if she's trying to hide for a moment from the rest of soldiers. Eyes wide open, she puts her hand on her chest as she looks down to the floor, visibly shaken. The Wai river. She's been there before. Several times, in fact, on several field trips to collect samples for her studies. She knows the area quite well: the river is surrounded by a vast and dense jungle with an hostile climate and a considerably unfriendly fauna. If having to fight the Yiimarans by itself isn't already intimidating enough, having to do it in a place such as the surroundings of the Wei river is more than enough to drop anyone's morale, not to mention that it is said the Yiimarans have a large portion of their navy going up the river itself. Huilin takes a few deep breathes and tries to regain her composure. She looks around her: she sees soldiers complaining and ranting, but none as worried as she. As if no one really knew what awaits them. Huilin only knows of one person in there that may be as aware as her of the situation: She looks up at the Roina hunter, standing next to her.
  3. Huilin exhales deeply. She feels relieved, but she's far from being happy. As the officers walk away, she looks with resentment at the back of the one who gave her the pistol. "Travesting?", she asks herself. Huilin feels humiliated. She knows that she's not strong, nor tall, nor agile, nor fit. And while she does not take mockeries of that kindly, she actually lives happily not being any of those things because, after all, she has an intelligence she had to work to have, and makes her good at her job as well. But without that, she has nothing to feel proud of. Denying she has such a thing makes Huilin feel... Worthless. She looks down, at her hand, still holding the gun. Carefully making sure she's not pointing at anyone, Huilin grabs the revolver sideways with both of her hands and starts inspecting and trying to learn about it: where the safety is, how to insert and eject the bullets ... After a short time, she looks around her. It seems like no one notices her anymore: the commotion faded away and everyone is back to their own training. Discreetly, she takes a quick glance at the hunter, still standing near to her. Huilin turns to look again at the target in front of her, with the two holes left from before. She still can't believe she was able to do that twice, although she's sure it was just pure luck. Then, she sighs and raises her gun again: better do some practice before she runs out of it. Doing as everyone else would also help her to go somewhat unnoticed, which right now would also be appreciated.
  4. And once more, Huilin has to go through the same experience all over again. Another firearm in her hands, the same target in front of her and a bunch of impatient and dissatisfied officers surrounding her and looking at the smallest of her movements. Arms forward, right hand in the grip, index finger softly touching the trigger. The new officer had the detail of leaving her ready in position to shoot. Left hand's palm under the grip, holding the gun's weight. The good news are that the piece of metal that now she has to hold now feels much less heavy than the previous. Right leg slightly behind the other one. With some luck this may help her in repeating her previous little miracle. Left eye closed, right eye looking at the bull's eye through the sight. Only her pulse and the feeling of nervousness of the situation were the responsibles of the now much smaller shaking of the gun. And again, when she sees that the sight aligns with the center of the target, she presses the trigger back. [Roll to shoot]
  5. (Hello there, folks. Been quite inactive lately due to me being sick in bed for several days. I'm still recovering slowly so don't expect me to be very active these next days. I'll keep posting in this thread as well as doing some of my basic NS duties anyway whenever I'm able to, though I will try and take a break from the Discord server in order to rest a bit). The tiny spark of happiness that appears on Huilin's mind as she sees that, indeed, she inexplicably almost hit the bull's eye, soon disappears as the conversation between the officer and what now she knows is a hunter continues. Although she almost doesn't move during the whole time, she can feel the rest of the whole place going quieter and quieter as their discussion gets louder. The sound of guns firing starts fading away and she begins to feel dozens of stares on her back as her face turns red of embarrassment. Not even doing things right makes things go better for her. And finally, when the Roina tries to punch the officer in the face, she has to make an effort not to faint. She had it clear: "Either I get killed in the jungle by the Yiimarans or shot by a firing squad at the side of this hunter with anger issues", she thought. Huilin takes her glasses slowly with her left hand as she lowers her head and covers her face with the other one. She's screwed.
  6. Huilin takes the rifle with both of her hands. It feels heavy. Way heavier than she imagined at first. She looks at the gun for a few seconds. "I guess there is no other way around...", she thinks to herself. She puts her right hand on the bolt handle, turns it to the left and tries to pull it back. It's a bit hard for her to open it, but after two more attempts she manages to do it. The empty cartridge previously shot by the soldier flies out of the chamber and into the ground, rolling away. Looking down she sees she doesn't need to put another one, since there are already a few more inside the magazine. She pushes the bolt to its previous position back again, putting another round in the chamber. Carefully, Huilin puts the gun's butt on on her shoulder and raises the gun. Tries to align the sight, pointing towards the target she has in front of her. Her left arm is getting weaker and the rifle starts to shake. As soon as the sight aligns with the centre of the target, Huilin gently presses the trigger. [Roll to shoot]
  7. Huilin is looking at the ground, standing in one of the firing points, in the middle of an improvised shooting range in a wide street. In front of her, the officer who brought her to that place, talking with one of the soldiers doing target practice. Her mind is too busy to pay attention to their conversation. Others like him surround her, either shooting their noisy rifles or watching over those who do it. Some of them turn around for a second to look at Huilin; others tap their neighbour’s shoulder, point at her and start talking about the rare sight. It’s easy to understand why such thing happens, seeing the heavy contrast between Huilin’s physical appearance and theirs. While it makes her feel embarrassed, right now it’s not her biggest problem. Her heart is racing, her face is looking completely pale and she feels a strong pressure on her chest. Things were already looking bad for Huilin when she headed for the queue to apply for a position in an ammunition factory, but everything took a turn for the worst when she learned she was going to be sent to the front, and even more when she was told she had to fight too. At first she replied hesitantly, saying that there was no way someone like her could do anything useful with a rifle between her arms, but she was feeling too scared to confront the guards and the strong and unequivocal answer the officer gave to her was enough to keep her in silence. Not only Huilin does not intend to fight for the revolution nor the fatherland, but she also lacks any ability and strength to do so. She has nothing to do there. She shouldn’t be there. But there she is, and there is nothing she can do but wait, probably for things to go even worse. Suddenly, the officer points at Huilin. That makes her raise her sight, and look at the soldier he's talking to. He appears to be a Roina. Black beard, fit and with broad shoulders, with not a very different appearance from the rest. Both of them turn towards her, and she looks nervously at them in return.
  8. Name: Zhu Huilin Age: 26 Origin or Species: Wari, Capital District Occupation: Biologist/Astronomer Physical description: Short height for a Wari, at 1.46 m (4'9 ft), somewhat overweight. Straight, dark hair tied in a bun. Round, thin-framed glasses. Fair skin. Round face, with dark brown eyes and small nose and mouth. Occasionaly stutters. Backstory: Daughter of a family of renowned scholars, Huilin spent most of her childhood and youth indoors, preferring to spend most of her time studying to get good grades in school and reading every book she could find rather than playing outside with other kids. She never showed any interest nor payed attention to the revolution that was going on in her country when she was 13, and that added to the fact that se was quite sheltered from the political situation of the country previous to the revolution makes it that most of what she can remember from it is just not being able to concentrate on her readings due to the gunshots that could be heard from the streets. After years of jumping from academy to academy, each one more prestigious than the previous, she finished graduating in natural sciences, specializing in biology and astronomy. As her professional career began, she spent most of her days in the comfort of her home, either reading in her armchair next to the fireplace during her spare time or making a living out of writing and publishing books with her discoveries and theories, made by either observing every bit of the night sky through the telescope built on her attic or, what she did even better, taking notes of plant and animal samples in the lab of her basement, gathered during trips exploring the rainforests of the west of the Union, in some of the few occasions she used to leave her house other than for assisting to eventual conferences and gatherings. Not longer after the invasion began and the government started the conscription campaign, rumours began circulating around intellectual circles that the government was threatening to censor and ban publications of those who rejected to collaborate with the war effort and join either the industry or the frontlines. Huilin decided that, with her low physical form, it would be a better idea to get exhausted while operating a machine than while running for her life. When a few of her scholar rivals heard about it, they decided to make a few anonymous calls to the government explaining her expertise of the terrain being invaded by the White Horde at the moment due to her trips to the area. And thus, while Huilin was waiting in line to apply for a position in a fabric, a couple of guards who were up to no good approached her, took her by both of her arms, lifted her from the ground and took her directly to the recruitment office... Characteristics: Intelligent III, perceptive I, analytic I, curious, good with tactics, weak I, low endurance/stamina I, snobbish. Abilities: Terrain recon II, life form recon III, night sky knowledge II, tracking I, languages, hiding, decyphering. Inventory: Revolver, pocket knife, compass, topographic map, diary, pen, binoculars. Picture:
  9. Ayanka

    What is your favourite communist food?

    Eating the rich is overrated. Change my mind.
  10. Stalin supporters don't tend to call themselves "Stalinists". In fact, most of those who support Stalin tend to call themselves "Marxist-Leninists", or ML for short.
  11. The sound of the weights crashing against the floor echoes loudly all over the training hall, over and over. As Mikhail throws to the floor the metallic bar with 80 kg weights in each side and dries the sweat of his face with a towel, a tall, muscular woman, wearing a coat, gloves and her dark, straight hair in a ponytail, enters the gym. ―If you keep doing that ―She says as she took off her coat, revealing a big scar in her left arm and a sport tank top with the letters "CCCP" on it. ―we're going to get a few noise complaints. What are you doing here? Don't you know how late it is already? Oh, hello there, Olga. ―He answers, as he throws the towel to the floor and turns around, striking a pose. ―Just doing a small session of night training. You said it's always a good idea before a competition, right? ―I don't remember ever telling you that. ―She replies back. ―And you know I still have a good memory. Olga was, in her youth, a weightlifter. She was born too late to compete in the Moscow Olympics of 1980, but she still participated in lots of weightlifting competitions all over the world. She started lifting weights early, and unfortunately for her she also had to stop early, after a work accident where she lost part of her left arm's strenght and mobility, in which she has never recovered completely from. After that, she has spent the rest of her life training other athletes. It was during that time when she met Mikhail, six or seven years ago. He's a big, strong and young athlete, as anyone could expect from a weightlifter, and although sometimes he can seem somewhat vain and arrogant, he's actually a friendly guy who likes to joke around and make people laugh. Olga didn't really know what he had that, unlike other of her apprentices, made her become close friends with him outside of the gym. ―I'll let you stay another few minutes, but nothing more. You have to rest for what tomorrow comes. Also, you already know that I'm going to kick your ass if we don't get out of here with a medal, right? ―I wouldn't like to go through that... Again. ―He laughs while runs his hand through his blond, Ivan Drago-style hair. ―See you tomorrow, Olga. She grabs her coat and turns around, as she starts walking towards the door. As she reaches the door, she stops and turns around once more. ―Good luck, Mikhail. You'll need it. ―Pffft... Luck? Do you really think someone as thick as me needs any of that? ―He says as he flexes his arms. ―I'm sure you say that because you have no gains. Do you even lift, bro? ―Replies as he winks at her. She laughs, turns around and crosses the door, leaving the room. While she walks through the main corridor, ready to leave the building, she hears the sound of weights crashing against the floor one last time.
  12. Ayanka

    RP Pitch

    I have an idea about a character-centered RP that we could play on these forums. I decided to talk with @Zenganopoli about it before, and he personally liked it and though it could be good, so i think it's time to see what do you all think about it. But let me start from the beginning: http://www.innawoods.net/ Innawoods is the name of what it was going to be a (multiplayer?) survival turn-based RPG for PC, set in a military-ish environment. The game was going to have its fair share of realism, since the creator was being helped by the /k/ community (the gun boards of 4chan). The game was eventually cancelled because the creator couldn't get neither an actual dev team nor time enought for the project, but luckily he left online and at the availability of everyone the character creator which, as it couldn't be in any other way, started to be used by every kind of RPers all around the web. You're already understanding where I'm going with this, right? The editor lets you make your own character with different guns, uniforms/clothes, bags and every kind of objects and material for a military or survival environment. It's pretty funny to use if you have some time and patience. You also can save the image of the character in your PC. Here's one I made one or two years ago, as an example: So, I thought that we could use this as the basis of a mlitary-themed RP in which every one of use creates its own character with this "soldier creator" web. I already had the idea a long time ago, when I saw it being used to roleplay by another group of communists in forocomunista.com I had the idea that we could give to the RP a comical tone by creating a history where we're all part of a same squadron fighting against an "absurd" enemy. As an example, one of my ideas, as I commented with Zengan before, was the possibility of making a game centered around "The NSLeft-squad versus the evil and world-conqueror forces of Turanism". I think that creating one of these RPs with us being soldiers living "bizarre, whacky and funny adventures" could be hilarious if we do it right. I think it could also be the perfect kind of RP and enviroment where you can apply an "RPG type format", as @Burninati0n suggested. That's my idea. Feel free to comment and say what you think about it. If you decide that it may be a good idea, I would wait first to finish our current NSLeft Olympics after starting another one.
  13. The park is completely silent and empty. The sun is starting to set and athletes, spectators, reporters, judges... Everyone already left the park except Gyronav, who is still wandering around the field where just some hours ago she was winning the archery competition. After so many years, she did it. She succeeded, and with no less than a gold medal. She still has trouble believing it, and apparently some other people has the same problem, thinking that it was impossible that a nation could win two gold medals in a single day, as if that never happened before, and that the government of Ayanka had bribed the jury. "Nonsense", she said firmly when the press asked about it. "That may happen in other sports, but in archery you can bribe a jury as much as you want and the arrows will still go where they have to go, and money can't do anyhing about that". It seems that she somewhat convinced them with that. She's a proud person, and usually she would have felt very offended about it, but she doesn't care about it at all now. She adjusts her ponytail, stops walking and looks at the sky. It's, without any doubt, the best day of her life. Not only all of Ayanka is praising and cheering her, but she also got a call from her family, with a congratulation and an apology. It seems that, after so many years, she finally got the happy ending that she always fought so hard to achieve. She turns her head around and looks at the sunset. Her life starts now.
  14. An arrow flies directly from Gyronav's bow to one of the central circles of her target. ―Dammit. ―She says, putting her bow down. Some secons later she's already grabbing another arrow and preparing her next shot. She had been in the shooting gallery for a long time. She lost the count of how many arrows she had shot, as well as how many hours she spent there. In her mind, she knows she has to be prepared for tomorrow's competition. Gyronav already had to go through a long and rough path to get to where she's now, and the last thing she can afford right now is to screw up. Gyronav is a Chukchi native from a family of reindeer herders in the frozen and snowy plains of Ayanka. She has a somewhat difficult relationship with the rest of her family. Her parents are strict and somewhat conservative, and always expected her to have the same profession as them, to dedicate her life to do what their parents, their parents after them and the ones after them too had been doing for generations. But since the first time she had a bow between her hands when she was a kid that she already knew what she was going to dedicate her life to. Sometimes she hears in her head the voice of her parents: You and your arrows, what are you going to do with them when you grow up? Why don't you get rid of them already? ―Because screw you all, that's why. ―She whispers to herself just after shooting another arrow. After that, she sits down on the floor and lets out a loud sigh, with her bow between her arms. She looks at the ceiling and starts thinking. After so many years, she got the opportunity to do what she always wanted to do. She got the approval of her parents, went to the capital and trained for months, but that one was going to be her only and last opportunity. Winning would mean not only fame and recognition, but also the respect from her realtives back home that she always deserved. Losing, on the other hand... Would mean to go back to the village, as Gyronav promised she would do if she failed, and live a boring life taking care of reindeers for the rest of her days, living with the humiliation. She could get out of there whenever she wanted, but... A promise is a promise, she's too proud to break it and it was the only way to convince them to let her have an opportunity. Knowing that she also had to compete against the archers of countries like Libertasnia, famous for being fierce rivals in anything that involved shooting at something with any kind of weapon, including bows, doesn't make her feel less stressed than she already is. She stands up, grabs another arrow and tries to calm down as she aims to the target once more. After all, the last thing you want to have while practising archery is a fast heart rate.
  15. (OOC: Apparently in Zenganopoli. Unfortunately Zengan still doesn't have a capital city for his nation in his NS page, so better ask him).