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periwinkle will burn!

If so, you are a part of the wonderful empire of Orangered! Come join us in /r/Orangered for fun times and laughs until the next season starts (which should be soon!)

DO NOT DEFECT, but this place is currently owned by the filthy Winkles. We aren't going to be using territory subs anymore and submissions will be restricted as soon as the season begins to preserve this sub in history. Thank you and PM me if you have any comments, questions or concerns! Thank you and VIVA LA ORANGERED!!!

Just got thrown in here, lets do this

Death to the periwinkle scum.

Did we leave anyone behind at the invasion one year ago?

The name of this place (OraisteDearg) Is the Irish for OrangeRed (Orange = Oraiste, Red = Dearg)

We're going to be a huge civilian area in The Capital and here you can get official citizenship. To get residential flair you must fill out the following in the comments bellow:

• Your username or your preferred shortened version of it.

• The department of military you are in. This is the Air Force, the Navy or the Army. You must be in one of these three to be an official citizen.

• Any skills or abilities you think you bring to the table. This is less of RP and more of CSS and design elements. (Not necessary)

Thank you anyone for signing up and I hope we can make this a successful territory! can make this a successful territory!

The battle is complete...

• Skirmish #1 - the victor is Periwinkle by 85 for 313 VP
• Skirmish #2 - the victor is Periwinkle by 13 for 25 VP
• Skirmish #4 - the victor is Periwinkle by 12 for 75 VP
• Skirmish #96 - the victor is Periwinkle by 82 for 150 VP
• Skirmish #105 - the victor is Periwinkle by 80 for 176 VP
• Skirmish #106 - the victor is Periwinkle by 57 for 241 VP
• Skirmish #108 - the victor is Periwinkle by 45 for 104 VP
• Skirmish #166 - the victor is Periwinkle by 33 for 60 VP
• Skirmish #172 - the victor is Periwinkle by 75 for 100 VP
• Skirmish #194 - the victor is Periwinkle by 393 for 187 VP
• Skirmish #237 - the victor is Periwinkle by 126 for 76 VP
• Skirmish #280 - the victor is Periwinkle by 65 for 83 VP
• Skirmish #282 - the victor is Periwinkle by 79 for 10 VP
• Skirmish #410 - the victor is Periwinkle by 214 for 86 VP
• Skirmish #484 - the victor is Periwinkle by 88 for 58 VP
• Skirmish #485 - the victor is Periwinkle by 5 for 4 VP

Homeland buffs in effect: Orangered: 100% Periwinkle: 0%

Final Score: Team Orangered: 0 Team Periwinkle: 1748

The Victor: Team Periwinkle

WyattEarp Captain in the Orangered army Loyal to Orangered

How's it going Orangred. I'm new here. Currently a citizen of Oraistedearg, and a proud member of the Orangered Air Force.

I've checked out the wiki, read up on some of the other territories of our land, tried checking out the lore (it'll take some time to figure out), even visited the Council of Karma. I have 100 troops standing by to protect this great land and have them training with the Vanir at the Eternal Battle Grounds.

I'm open to any advice, questions, directions, and general salutations. I look forward to serving alongside you all to wipe out the peris.

Viva la Orangered!

Hi orange red whats up

To the Governor of Oraistedearg, I, Samuel Fawkes as Admiral of the Navy would like to request the establishment of a Navy Fort in Oraistedearg. Please consult this map for a location. This Fort would serve as a defensive launching point for the North end of the Orangered Nation as well as the the Eastern Coast.

Thank you,

~ Samuel Fawkes, Admiral of the Navy.

I am a Orangered captain. I have been encamped here\m

We're going to be a huge civilian area in The Capital and here you can get official citizenship. To get residential flair you must fill out the following in the comments bellow:

• Your username or your preferred shortened version of it.

• The department of military you are in. This is the Air Force, the Navy or the Army. You must be in one of these three to be an official citizen.

• The sub department you are in (If you are in one). This is the Coast guard, the Mages or the Marines.

• Any skills or abilities you think you bring to the table. This is less of RP and more of CSS and design elements.

Thank you anyone for signing up and I hope we can make this a successful territory!

She placed the gun to her temple and waited for the intruder to enter.

Weebs never got to see who opened the door. Something hit her on the back of the head with a dull thud. Everything went black. She faded in and out and was vaguely aware of being dragged and, at times, carried. Her eyes couldn't make out any details. Everything was spinning and the light was too bright. Where they friendlies? Friendlies wouldn't drag me. She faded out again.

Weebs regained consciousness. She had no idea where she was or how long she had been out. Now she was being carried on a board between two men. Some sort of uncomfortable ghetto gurney. She dared to crack her eyes open a bit. Damn it. Definitely not friendlies, she thought, although she couldn't make out her captors' faces - she could make out the Periwinkle emblems on their uniforms. It started to rain. Hard. She rolled her head to the side and squinted to try to get her bearings. Off in the distance she saw a tower. No, it couldn't be... She squinted harder. Danny's tower. The same one she had rescued Fawkes from when Dan went mad and imprisoned him. She was in Oraistedearg. It started to hail. Sirens began howling in the distance as the storm reached a peak. She tried to lift her head and a sharp pain shot through her skull like a lightening bold. "AGHH!" The soldiers carrying her stopped. "Sir! She's awake!" She could almost make out that voice...it was so familiar.

A soldier, presumably a man, came up to her gurney and bent down over her. His face was covered by a scarf and his low hood prevented her from seeing his eyes. "Ahh," he growled. "So the mighty Weeble Wobble has finally found it in herself to wake up and face the music." That voice... Flashes of memory poured over her from her days on the Council. She almost had it and then SLAP. The force knocked her off the gurney she was being carried on. She rolled onto her side and groaned. It felt like every rib in her body had been shattered. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST FUCKING KILL ME?!" she shouted at her aggressor. "Ha! You'd like that wouldn't you? Too bad, Weebs, you're coming with us."

The way he sneered her name pissed her off. As he started to straighten up, she swung her leg with all the force she could muster and swept his feet. It worked. The man tottered backwards and then fell on his ass. She raised herself on one arm and felt a hand grab her shoulder. Adrenaline coursed through her as she spun herself around and pushed the man off her, getting to her feet. She grabbed the soldier's gun and aimed. Fuck, the safety's on. She was aware that more men were rushing at her now so she cold cocked the man on the ground and swung the rifle back around catching another one in the neck, pushing him into his comrades. Little good it did, because in seconds she was surrounded and every gun was cocked and aimed in her direction. "COME ON! DO IT! COME ON YOU FUCKING PANSIES! AREN'T YOU MEN ENOUGH TO FUCKING SHOOT ME? COME ON!!! DO IT! DO IT YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!"

"HOLD!" A shout came from behind the group of men who were now contemplating just blowing her to bits. "HOLD! We're under strict orders to take this one alive." Weebs was spinning around pointing her gun at everyone she could and desperately trying to switch the safety off...but it was like it was jammed. She knew the road they were on now. She knew just to the west of the road there was a steep decline which led to the ocean. She had nothing to lose. Before the guy, apparently in charge, reached her, she threw her gun straight at the only soldier blocking her escape to the cliff and bulldozed him. "GRAB HER!" a man shouted. No joy. Despite the pain and disorientation, Weebs reached the edge and hurled herself down.

As she tumbled down the steep hill, she realized that, again, she wasn't going to die- just increase her pain. "FUCK!" she shouted as she tumbled head over feet, over rocks, over ditches, over sharp shards left behind from tanks and missiles and other remnants from the battle that occurred nearly 3 weeks ago. She landed on the narrow beach with a thud. "Oh god. Oh my holy baby jesus that was a bad idea," she slurred. Pain screamed throughout her body. She shook her head and looked at the ocean. She could hear soldiers carefully making their way down the steep, muddy hill behind her. She saw...nah...no way, is that a boat?

Certain she was delusional, she stumbled towards the mirage. A single raft, with a small motor, was tethered to a post. One boat. She glanced behind her. Fuck it. She clumsily ran towards the boat. Shots rang out and pings were denting the sand all around her feet. They're trying to shoot my legs out, those cowards! She moved faster. Just as she reached the raft, she felt a hot, sharp, blast on her thigh. "FUCK!" she screamed as she felt her leg crumble under her. She lifted the rope from the post and pushed the raft out to sea, and with the last of her strength, climbed in.

She pulled the string to start the motor. It made a sad, gurgling sound. "FUCK!" She did it again. And again, as shots began surrounding her, some hitting the raft, some making nice holes in the wood. Finally, the motor caught. She took off her over coat and began to patch the holes made by gun shots...she didn't know why. Wasn't the whole purpose of this trip to die? But she felt compelled to escape, if only to rob the Periwinkles of the satisfaction of capturing her and torturing her or using her as a bargaining tool against her own people. By the time she was about 300 yards out, the gunfire stopped. At least they're terrible shots and missed the motor, she thought bitterly.

She managed to plug the bullet holes in the raft...at least the boat seemed to be filling up with her own blood rather than with water. She used her last bit of cloth to make a tourniquet. All of this work, and with any luck she'd lose the leg. The sheer amount of blood suggested they had nicked an artery.

She pulled the tourniquet tight, and passed out again.

Part 3