I am now starting the conquest of South Korea. 

At 4:00 A.M. KST, all lemmings will board some sort of transport (pokemon, dragons, etc.) and fly/swim/whatever to the Korean province Jeju. Jeju is that little island south of Korea and really close to Japan. Jeju is really pretty. It has a bunch of volcanoes and waterfalls and a pretty big forest. It's like the Hawaii of Korea. Anyway, so all the lemmings and various other things will go and cause mayhem. Luca will spontaneously combust. Amarelle will whack things with her frying pan. Demons will terroize people. Dragons will light things on fire. Blue will sing the Safety Dance. Magic will happen. Lemmings will run off waterfalls. You get the idea. And the conquest will take two hours! Exactly!  

((Time for the counter-revolution! Or is that the counter-counter-revolution? I don't know. I also love Ten.))

New York burst through the door, looking more disheveled than ever. "Quintus!" he bellowed. "They're in revolt - the people are, anyway. I've rounded up most of New England, but we need your other forces to keep them under control."

Quintus tugged on a sleek silver pigtail agitatedly. "I knew this would happen sometime," she muttered. "It's not the ordinary citizens. As far as they know, nothing's changed. It's gotta be the CBers. Gollum is the only one I know of, but she's good." She turned to the holographic screen displaying information about the conquered states, which shone in green. Only two, Delaware and Georgia, remained uncolored. Quintus had had... difficulties with her two most outspoken states (Texas aside, of course). 

"Is there anything we can do right now, Q?" he asked.

She turned around, smiling evilly. "Oh, yes. Get Georgia and Delaware in here. I want to talk to them."

New York obeyed hesitantly. Something told him that this was probably the best course of action, considering the circumstances. Though, being run across the entire country, made to occupy Wall Street with a bunch of other people, and essentially having one's leader convince Del and Gee of anything wouldn't be one's first choice.

There was a lot of yelling from behind the office door that day, followed by a dangerous-sounding stretch where there was no noise whatsoever emanating from between the door and floor.

"What are you-"

"Shh! Trying to find out what's happening!"

Wisconsin pulled her foam cheese hat off of one ear. "Did I hear you right? You, New York, who is King of Everything and Lord Know-It-All, are listening at the keyhole?"

"It's not really a keyhole."

"Well, I can see that. But why?"

"Q's trying to convince Del and Gee of stuff. At the same time."

A light dawned on Wisconsin's freckled features. "Oh, she is stupid. And so are you. What are you doing in the blast radius?"

New York sat up, looking puzzled. "That's the thing. They yelled at each other for about an hour, and then everything went quiet. Creepily quiet. The door's locked, and I can't see much more than some dust bunnies from here."

Wisconsin leaned against the wall. "Kick down the door much?"

"Go ahead." He shifted out of the way as she raised a heavy black boot to place a skilled kick in the centre of the door. It bounced open on its hinges, rebounding off the wall on the other side, revealing the strangest scene.

Quintus sat on top of the desk, looking rather like an owl with her knees pulled up to her chest and arms gripping the edge. She scowled at the floor in deep concentration. Delaware lounged in Quintus's desk chair, looking very smug indeed. Her severely-cut auburn hair was mussed into a tangled mass - by what, New York couldn't tell. Georgia leaned against the wall, arms crossed. A shiny patch of red scar tissue stood out angrily against her right shoulder, creeping up her neck towards her chin. He would never get used to seeing that. It may have been a hundred or so years, but nobody ever gets used to the aftereffects of a civil war.

The room was dead silent. Wisconsin lowered her foot carefully. "O-kay," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "This is weird."

Quintus jumped off the desk suddenly. "And you will surrender, and that is final!" she announced.

Delaware curled her lip, but didn't object. Apparently, whatever negotiations ensued while they were silent had convinced her to listen.

"Nothing's ever final," Georgia replied evenly. She brushed past New York and Wisconsin on her way out the door. "But yes, this is... temporarily so."

"...What she said." Delaware stomped after Georgia, skirt swishing across the tiled floor.

Wisconsin watched them go. "What was that all about?" she asked timidly.

Quintus sighed. "I have conquered telepathy. And the entire US is conquered now, so we can all rest easy. Except for both Doctors and the Rats."

"Both Doctors?"

"Ten and Scamandros." She turned back towards them. "But for now, we've got this under control."

((Yay! Long post for long absence! And you learned things about my states. Gee's scar, of course, represents Sherman's March to the Sea during the Civil War. I made a whole thing about it. Del's my fiery, obstinate one who likes to have the last word but can never think of any. Gee says things only sometimes, but they always make you stop and go "What." And of course, Winnie is a ninja. Also, I have silver hair now! Mum said I could dye it. And it looks awesome.))

All lemmings and other beings have exactly 48 hours to conquer both of the Koreas and Switzerland.  In 48 hours, we will allow the opposing party an additonal 48 hours to speak up. If no one speaks up or does anything, we are victorious and I'll wrap it up. If someone speaks up, we shall parley. Somehow. And the clock starts... now.