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wait NVM |
wait yea |
who is CCCP |
you mean joe? |
me, Collective Combine of Commonwealths and Principalities |
DANG IT I WANT greenland and ICELAND |
or the Amazon and Ikea of the region lol |
ok |
am i eligible for RP??? ANYONE |
Please stop spamming the RMB. The owner of Greenland and Iceland won't give up his clay. You should make Iceland and Greenland in space. I made Austria in space when Austria on Earth was taken. |
Send me a telegram. |
Ok, hi and welcome to the region. If you haven’t already, go through the get started factbook. You want to go and make a map claim if you want to RP, you need to have land somewhere on earth or space. Join our discord server too. And please stop spamming the RMB, it is not for idle chatter. Thanks. |
yea I already did sooo uh Yeah. I have a fact Book The Colonial Empire of Duke Kingdom is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by James Anderson with an even hand, and remarkable for its aversion to nipples, free-roaming dinosaurs, and enforced nudity. The hard-nosed, democratic, devout population of 2.21 billion Kroanians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often. The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Nuuk. The average income tax rate is 41.6%, but much higher for the wealthy. The strong Duke Kingdomian economy, worth 134 trillion Diuzals a year, is quite specialized and led by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 61,033 Diuzals, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens. Small children are learning a lot of new words from a teacher with Tourette Syndrome, garden stores are not allowed to sell water butts, education is transforming people into first-rate snobs, and the fire brigade often deal with cases of burnt toast. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Duke Kingdom's national animal is the White polar bear, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Dukism. and I don't have discord and I already made a Map claim of Greenland and Iceland and its reasonable according to the Status |
You are missing the point. I will telegram you and explain |
ok |
Trading Favours A Very Short Intro Being in a refugee camp wasn't ideal, was it? He'd gone from somebody to nobody. Or, more precisely, from Aizen O Shen, heir to the Duchy of Ryzi and its ten thousand acres of farmland, a thousand-year old castle, and enough peasants and slaves to make his life comfortable, to Duke Aizen O Shen of Ryzi, master of a reeking chamber in a reeking decommissioned spaceship in a reeking conglomeration that roughly approximated a refugee camp. The mobs had butchered his parents - a favour, that - before getting extremely bright ideas about the family estate. Ones that involved matches. So the House of Shen went out, the flames went up, and then once it all simmered down the Zhanshi troops came in and nationalized the lot. So now, the Duke of Ryzi had his own ten square feet of space, several chests of disorganized documents and mismatched fineries, and a slowly dwindling stash of the family jewels. Oh, and an extremely large cube of sticky black tar which, when smoked, made his problems go away. It was cheaper than food, lasted longer than sex, and on average less poisonous than the bootleg being brewed in the stills, so all in all a good deal. Funnily enough, he'd heard rumors that the Zhanshi were growing it on the land they'd confiscated from him. More funny again was the rumor that they'd gotten the recipe from some renegade Istani intelligence operation. So now he festered in the refugee camp, starving elegantly in a haze of dubiously pure opium while the militias shot at each other and the Istanis - f*cking commies with their blank masks and quiet judgement - just laughed at them. At their failures. At their dissolution. Of course we failed, he wanted to scream at them! Of course we collapsed! You people came in with your dangerous ideas, your technology, your self-assuredness, and you sold us a bill of goods! You gave us things we didn't need because you knew they would destroy us! And now you sit and laugh? Oh, he would have revenge... Revenge... Revenge... No, to hell with that. He'd just have more opium. He was still scrabbling at the locks on one of his chests - keep it sealed or see it get stolen - when there was a knock. That got his attention. In these camps, if someone wanted something they just took it. No knocking, no politeness. Also, he didn't even have a door - just a rag, which was once an ancestral cape. You had to make do. "What do you want?", Aizen yelled, irritated. He was starting to - his hands were shaking. F*ck. He needed a hit. "Your grace", came a curiously flat voice. "May we have the honour of entry?" Aizen perked up - he hadn't gotten a lick of courtesy in ages. Hands still trembling, he stepped back from the chest, brushed off his stained doublet, and did his best to straighten himself up. "You may", he stated. The voice belonged to a curiously dead-eyed young Zephyri in the remnants of a temple scholar's robes. He parted the curtain, bowed deeply, and entered. "What brings you to me?", Aizen asked. He was... Slightly curious. The interloper - scarcely past boyhood - rose from his bow, paused, and spoke. "I represent", he stated, "a group - the Redemption Front - your grace may have heard of us." "I have", responded Aizen. "And let me just say - you're doing excellent work, slaughtering liberal filth. What brings you to me?" "Ah." There was a pause. "We have received an invitation to a certain conference - offworld - which, if attended, would do much to improve both our status and our capacity to act. It would allow us to form links with groups whose money, influence, and power would do much for our capacity to restore the rightful order of things - including, of course, the estates of such unfortunately dispossessed nobility as your grace. However, we are a movement of idealists - scholars and artisans, mostly, or minor nobility at best. Our leaders lack the profile, the grace, the manners, and even the right to speak with true nobility on an equal basis. We would never presume." "So you... want me? Why me - surely there are better candidates?" Wheels started to spin in Aizen's mind. "There are not", responded the Front agent. "While there are other nobles, they are either too dissolute to raise a finger for their people or too connected to the power-games on the Capitol and the foreign puppet-masters which control them. Your grace, however, has retained both patriotism and an unwillingness to compromise." "In other words", Aizen replied, "you want me because nobody else has bothered to ask. I'm the right kind of person to be a face without ever aspiring to more." He laughed, not entirely bitterly. "If your grace wishes." Was there really a choice? Here was an opportunity to do some good. He'd be dead here, soon - no doubt about it. But now, there was a hope - a false, flickering, failing, and deceptive thing which could only disappoint, a life as a pawn in some greater set of schemes - but suddenly, there was a life. "What would the Front have me do?", he said after the briefest consideration. "Your grace", the dead-eyed man replied, smiling with what approximated pleasure. And there it began. |
nah, at least half of that came from our new friend Duke Kingdom. |
yea |
I believe i can start Rping again sooooo |
yea i thought so too |
**DUke Airlines flight 103 has crashed** **FOR further Info Link Here** https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kWmL89jODfZrQ7wfVAi8v_4NgJk8270aYtU8DBApqwE/edit?usp=sharing |
woah woah woah WHat??? |
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