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This could actually happen.

I apologize in advance.

"Development and/or Exploration" implies you have to at least explore.  You either explore or you Develop AND Explore

Earth is One Ocean, the resolution says oceans, the resolution is flawed.

USFG is Military.  Resolution is flawed.

The Earth does not own the oceans, people do  Resolution is flawed.

Consult Poseidon CP

 

Please Add to this list.

And Please never run these arguments.

 

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Specific locations is a lot more specific than 'which ocean'.  I doubt the existence of an ocean-specific DA that is at all meaningful.

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Did you just call that a bad idea???????

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Here we go, Valyrian Upvote, strongest in the realm:

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In keeping with the theme, how about the Ironborn K vs. Death impacts? "What is dead may never die, but comes back, harder and stronger! Alt: Increase death by drowning as an offering to the Drowned God."

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In keeping with the theme, how about the Ironborn K vs. Death impacts? "What is dead may never die, but comes back, harder and stronger! Alt: Increase death by drowning as an offering to the Drowned God."

 

Why go to Martin when we can just make sacrifices to Chthulhu directly?

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Why go to Martin when we can just make sacrifices to Chthulhu directly?

Extra lit base.

 

CP: Burn down the aff's project with Wildfire.

NB: Deter a Baratheon fleet

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a Poseidon CP is stupid. Everyone knows that the Cthulhu CP is where it's at.

Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.

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After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.

 

Martincraftverse epileptic tree confirmed - the Cold Ones are really the Old Ones.

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 IM ON A BOAT  this  would either be really good or bad

There's some decent evidence for it.  I'd expect to see it as an argument against more traditional hip-hop cases, but I bet it could also be used in other ways.

 

 

http://www.literaryramblings.com/literary-ramblings-the-floating-island-of-the-real-a-review-of-the-lonely-islands-“i’m-on-a-boatâ€

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Nor is it to be thought that man is either the oldest or the last of earth's masters, or that the common bulk of life and substance walks alone. The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them, they walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen. Yog-Sothoth knows the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the gate. Yog-Sothoth is the key and guardian of the gate. Past, present, future, all are one in Yog-Sothoth. He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through again. He knows where They had trod earth's fields, and where They still tread them, and why no one can behold Them as They tread. By Their smell can men sometimes know Them near, but of Their semblance can no man know, saving only in the features of those They have begotten on mankind; and of those are there many sorts, differing in likeness from man's truest eidolon to that shape without sight or substance which is Them. They walk unseen and foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at their Seasons. The wind gibbers with Their voices, and the earth mutters with Their consciousness. They bend the forest and crush the city, yet may not forest or city behold the hand that smites. Kadath in the cold waste hath known Them, and what man knows Kadath? The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraver, but who hath seen the deep frozen city or the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles? Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly. Iä! Shub-Niggurath! As a foulness shall ye know Them. Their hand is at your throats, yet ye see Them not; and Their habitation is even one with your guarded threshold. Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate, whereby the spheres meet. Man rules now where They ruled once; They shall soon rule where man rules now. After summer is winter, after winter summer. They wait patient and potent, for here shall They reign again.

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If that was too long you're in for a looooooong road ahead of you.

I actually did read it. All of it. I was just jokingly being a smart allek. That's all. :P

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