Were the words heard round the world. The moment those words escaped Aladora’s lips, change would occur.
But not for New Galaxia.
. . .
6:10A.M.
Galaxian Capitol District
The Flying Chimpanzee Broadcasting Headquarters
Hello, and welcome to The Flying Chimpanzee News; Galaxia!
This evening, a few hours after the declaration of war on Boreralia, six other nations, related to Borealia in no significant way, have declared war on Galaxia! These countries include, and are limited to; Oman, Yemen (Illegitimate Gov’t), Eastern South Africa, and The Republic of Java, with their claims being that New Galaxia is a threat to international stability, and magic has no place in this world, and must therefore be purged.
The New Galaxian Gov’t has yet to respond to their war declarations, but based on Galaxia’s history, it is likely that said declarations of war will be ignored unless violence is an action that is taken upon.
In other news, Galaxia has been invited to the Society of Nations, with acceptance pending, but their agreement to join seems more than likely. The Galaxians’ endeavour, the International Revenue System, has proved reasonable, due to a mix of Galaxia’s high population and their proportional taxing system.
It has been discovered that, in order to make way for Galaxia’s various landmasses, the earth’s size has been increased by approximately 24%. The eastern central landmass of the nation that contains their capital is roughly twelve times the size of the American Eastern Seaboard, as seen by select satellites in which are permitted to view the country.
That’s all for The Flying Chimpanzee News, Galaxia.
We’ll be back after this ad break.
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10:00A.M.
Galaxian Capitol District
The Flying Chimpanzee Broadcasting Headquarters
In Just Now
Our local Flying Chimpanzee Reporters Have Seen that, as of 9:40 AM today all six nations, except Java, who has been coaxed out of war, have managed to unsuccessfully bomb the Galaxian mainland.
In a statement from their monarch, they intend to respond ten fold. At 12:00AM, 6:00PM, and 3:00PM today, all of Galaxia’s attackers will receive a nuking of their Capitals, no matter where they move their base of operations.
Those bombs are not normal.
. . .
12:00P.M.
Barka, Oman
An apartment, Just outside.
I walked down the hallway, exhausted. I had just lost my job, and, obviously, that isn't good.
Other people were running by, panicking, for some reason oblivious to me. I knew for a fact that there was something I was missing. It was a thursday as any, so there shouldn’t be much of a-
ChugChugChugChugChug-
My thoughts were interrupted as I arrived at my apartment’s door, with what sounded like a train filled the air. Odd, I thought. There wasn’t a train station for miles. I leaned over the guardrail, looking up at the sky through the stairwell. A speeding purple line zoomed by, followed by an orange line that seemed to connect to it. I watched as a bluish dot seemed to come from it, heading toward my vicinity.
I then realised why everyone was panicking.
It was a bomb.
I rushed to get my apartment door open, and proceeded to barge in, finding my family praying in it. I locked the door behind me out of habit, and joined them, hugging them tightly.
With almost bated breath, the building rattled violently almost as if it were about to fall over. By the window flew, oddly enough, blue dust, and debris flying past, threatening to shatter it in. But then as soon as it started, it was over. The dust settled unsettlingly quickly, and the shaking was no more. We kneeled there, silent. Were we dead? Was this all a bad dream? A knock on the door would prove otherwise. I stood up, shaky, and went over to open the door.
There stood one of our neighbours, sorrow etched into his elderly face. I was beckoned outside, met with grim prospect. A selection of apartments were gone, now just holes, like a missing lego in a giant project. I was shocked that the building still stood, it seemed as if it was done by magic.
Although there was peril surrounding me, I could only be thankful that I was alive.
. . .
3:00P.M.
Galaxian Capitol District
The Flying Chimpanzee Broadcasting Headquarters
The Flying Chimpanzee News;
The second round of bombs will continue.
What was once hoped to there and done shall leave an everlasting scar on this planet.
200,000 miles worth of radius.
The attackers are doomed.
. . .
6:00P.M.
Toliara, Sempstion.
School, their basement.
“Are- are we going to be safe?” “I don’t know.” The school principal muttered, speaking to one of the other teachers. Public was where the bombs were going to drop, and after seeing their effects, it was questioned if any location was safe.
Students were hugging each other, crying, hoping that their last would not be now.
The place shook, the bomb had dropped.
With bated breath, they waited.
Silence filled the room. And then, suddenly, the History teacher fell dead with a heavy THUD.
The bomb had found them.
So this was the wrath of New Galaxia.
. . .
3:49P.M.
Galaxian Capitol District
The Flying Chimpanzee Broadcasting Headquarters
The Flying Chimpanzee News;
The bombing campagins have ended, and they have proved deadly. One more nation, Oman, has surrendered. Integration underway, the international community is appaled by this use of magic, and have therefore deemed it “Over the top,” as said by the Orzakian ambassador, a undersea Galaxian ally.And so was the wrath of New Galaxia.
As of what we know, there is nothing we do. The government is acting unpredicatbly, doing things one never thought New Galaxia of all nations would do. And-
Oh no.
This just in,
The bombings will continue.
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7:12P.M.
Gloria Terr. (Borealia)
The Beaches of Ighden, North Seaboard
Lady Rosealamollanne’s City
Hezago stepped out of the portal, looking at the afterlife’s colourful skies. A aesthetic mix of red and purple, with majorly blue in the more moral places, it was like looking into a very realistic painting.
However, that was not the subject at hand.
Taking back Gloria, however, was.
He clapped his hands twice, and a group of forty eight men appeared in Galaxian military uniform, separated into groups of four. Hezago spoke with urgency, although his tone was unnecessary. “Soldiers. Today, it is Gloria you shall march through, taking what is rightfully ours. Understood?” The soldiers saluted in affirmation. “Good. Now, this is the afterlife, so be prepared to fight anything. Anything against the Geneva conventions shall not be counted against you. Now, You have been given cardinal directions to set off in, of which yoiu should know by now, and, you must understand, remain together. Understood?” “Yes Ma’am!” They said, saluting.
“Lovely. Now wands at the ready.” The soldiers who had wands pulled them out , while the others stared at her confusedly. “Oh, completely forgot about that,” Rosealene said, proceeding to flick her wrist. “You should now find wands in your pockets. They are built specifically for you, compatibly so, and until this war is over, will remain invincible. And-” She turned swiftly toward an Elf soldier next to her- “Yes, Eren, you can keep them after the war. Now, off you trot.”
And the soldiers went off, wands- and guns, at the ready.
Rosalene stood there, and took a breath, looking toward the ocean. In this part of the afterlife, it was red. She turned northward, picked up his dress, and bounded off, a train of dust behind her.
. . .
She arrived in a plain of grass, nothing for miles. This was the absolute centre of gloria, and the rarest borealian army was sixteen point four million miles north.
Gloria is big, as you can tell.
So once again, she picked up her dress and ran, heels sparkling in the fire left behind.
. . .
A lack of attention combined with an eagerness to get this over led her to run straight through six borealian soldiers, cleaning them uncleanly in half, and, the worst part, getting blood on his dress.
That was not coming off easily.
Rosalene had come to a halt in front of a tank, fuming about the bloodiness of her dress. “Augh, no! Sol damn it-” She then took notice of the tank. “Oh! I’m here, how lovely~!” She adjusted her strapless dress, and took in her surroundings, which consisted of six guns to the face and a laughing general.
Now under normal circumstances, she’d just leave them weaponless, but a mix of being in Gloria when they’re not supposed to and humiliation he would not stand made it a different situation.
She grabbed the gun of the person closest to her and proceeded to use it to beat him to death. The other soldiers, being dumbasses, simply stood there and watched their comrade get their organs turned into a baloney sandwich (and eaten) by someone they barely knew.
While eating the sandwich, Rosalene drew her wand, and with a slash of the air, decapitated all the soldiers except the general and the inhabitants of the tank.
She eyed said general, who was looking nervous, and was trying to get into the tank, but they had just locked him out for fear of what Rosealene would do to them. They wanted to keep their necks on their bodies, thank you very much.
Rosalene had finished her baloney sandwich at this point, and with an uncomfortably motherly smile, said, “cat food.”
And just like that, a pop could be heard, with the general turning into a bag of cat food. Yes, said slightly bloody, but Kaskit, Max and Teresa would enjoy it, would they not?
Anyways, Rosalene turned to the tank she expected to be there, but it was speeding away, dust behind it. She shrugged, some other division would find them and deal with them accordingly, so that, at the moment, was none of her business.
Once again did she pick up her dress, and off to the capitol, she would go.
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Did you know?
Gloria (Including other afterlifes) is a commonwealth of Galaxia that consists of a minimum of 16 provinces (maximum unknown) all of which are territories of the crown. It is the second most populous commonwealth behind only Dimonia, a prosperous ruling ruling for the crown.
Wow! Overpopulation!
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