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WA Delegate (non-executive): The Iymârivshen of Lesser Velutaria (elected )

Founder: The People's Republic of Zhengan

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Welcome to Anteria : a casual, modern-tech, closed-World Region, open to all Ideologies and Nations alike!
Est. September 28, 2015
Featured Region: 2/1/2017 and 8/25/2018 | ⛔ Please refrain from targeting this region for recruitment ⛔

Endorse our delegate Lesser Velutaria for regional stability.



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Regional Power: High

Anteria contains 338 nations, the 44th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Pro-Market in Anteria

This data was compiled by surveying a random sample of businesses with the question, "Do you believe the government is committed to free market policies?"

As a region, Anteria is ranked 14,198th in the world for Most Pro-Market.

1.The Federation of The AvarlandCapitalizt“Braveness, Loyalty , Honor”
2.The Island of Novaya ZemljaAnarchy“A Change in Plans”
3.The United States of BertaviaCorporate Police State“God Bless Bertavia”
4.The Borderlands of OlindiAnarchy“Pure, Unobstructed Freedom”
5.The Free Land of LeftLibertarianAnarchy“U r free”
6.The Federal Republic of GeosinkherthiaCompulsory Consumerist State“Motto Motto”
7.The Demented Wasteland of Adorable BunniesCorporate Police State“We're your friend!”
8.The Republic of Nueva California LibertariaAnarchy“If you're poor just stop being poor”
9.The Constitutional Monarchy of KiroyaCapitalist Paradise“For progress and prosperity!”
10.The Conglomerado Corporativo of PrybourneCapitalist Paradise“¡Que se rompan los martillos y se doblen las hoces!”
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The Commonwealth of Puutis

i am cri

The United Monarchy of New North Yorkshire

Teeheee

The Republic of Kentalis

Terrorist attack kills 43
KNN- 8 PM news.

Breaking news from Aresov. Today at 5.35 PM a group of 8 armed persons entered the Aresov central train station during its rush hour, opening fire on the crowd. It took ten minutes before a call arrived at the local police station, who send a Marechaussee squad to the station. Once there, they killed 5 of the terrorists, with the other 3 having escaped the police.
The final body count is 43, with another 61 wounded.
The Prime minister has expressed his condolences to the families of the dead and wounded, and says "That we will arrest the bastards who killed so many of our citizens."

The Confederacy of Whamt

The famine continues in whamt and the government is cautiously optimistic that the famine is ending. Only 13,000 died which is down from Sunday although up from Saturday. Now to the war in the north, the southern government has made an announcement that an all out assault on the northern guerrilla forces.

The Federal Republic of Zhousheng

A search for Planet 7
Earlier today, Zhousheng announced its intention to search for a hypothetical next planet in the Tendor System based on the scientific research on the Tsanfau orbit:
"We are nearly sure there must be something behind Tsanfau, else the whole planetar system would not make any sense. We can expect planet 7 to be about 15-30 times the mass of Anteria, but we also expect it to be incredibly dim and far away, plus we don't know where it is located currently, so it is a headless hunt. We hope we would find it in next 15 years as the new Sλedovađel satellite would be deploying in December this year."
Wether or not the hunt for a new planet would be successful or not, knows only God.

The Fractured Warzone of Azureden

Northern Directus, Invictus-Nocturne
Directus, Directus Provincial District, Azureden
July 18th, 2020
1835 Hours, Local Time (-3)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqDjef2Xwh0
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Hundreds of eyes glanced in all directions as ten more of their retinue tucked behind the barricade facing west down Invictus Avenue. Corvus Street was two hundred meters away, the ghastly silhouette of their objective in the distance as the rain continued to fall.

"Freedom calls, gents."

"Oorah. That you, Salinti?"

"Yeah, it's me. How's it goin'?"

Derek nestled himself into the sprawling, rusted roadblock that sealed off the width of Invictus. The searing heat in his legs subsided as he finally rested them for a moment on the cold, crumbled ruin. Even if for a short while, he was glad he did.

One of the rebels shifted over to him, pressing a replenished magazine into this hand.

"Doing okay. We've gathered about fifty guys here. More are on the way, along with some vehicles they captured."

"We're gonna need everyone we can get, and quick. I got a--"

"--Derek?"

Derek ejected the rifle's empty magazine before turning his head back to look back at Marcus' weather-beaten face.

"Yeah, what?"

"We're storing up whatever supplies we have to ration out in that cafe, just there. We can take stock of what we got before we narrow down what the plan is."

"Alright. But I'm still worried we're short on ammunition."

"We are."

Derek's stomach twisted into a knot.

"...F*ck. Then what?"

"We'd best hope the other guys bring more, or else we're screwed."

The news anchor merely scowled at the black, rain-soaked debris below him.

In the distance, artillery fell all around the black, dead ruins.

And in that blink of despair, the flicker of an idea stirred.

"Unless..."

"What?"

"Do we have any artillery? Anything at all?"

"Uh... hold that thought."

He turned away, disappearing amongst the crowd, leaving Derek alone in the base of the collapsed roadblock.

Lightning flickered overhead as he gazed out across the open street.

Their lane to strike the Coalition line was wide open. His legs burned, itched to move. Their chance was right there, enticing them.

He shook the rain off his face as he rocked his head back and forth.

Attacking it now was suicide.

Damnit, what should I do!?

A hand fell on his shoulder.

"--Some of the other cells have mortars and maybe a handful of bigger static guns that we captured, but nothing more than that."

"That's something, at least..."

"We don't have enough ammo for prolonged fire support."

"Sh*t..."

Derek's heart wanted to sink, but he looked out at the steel noose of Coalition tanks and fortifications out ahead of them.

"--Unless..."

Marcus' eyes watched him with curiosity.

"What are you scheming?"

Derek pointed out towards the enemy line, shadowed in a humid haze.

"We just need one barrage... everything we got."

"And then what?"

Derek turned his eyes back to the crowd gathered in the street.

Not enough ammunition... and no time to wait...

His thoughts cut off as the asphalt shook below his feet.

The rumble of vehicles. Big, low growling engines.

The blood in the news anchor's skin went ice-cold as the beam of headlights cast across the adjacent block.

"You think those are our guys?"

"F*ck if I know! Get that launcher up here!"

The street around him was wide open. There was nowhere to run.

If the Coalition found them, they, and the city of Directus, were done for.

I pray to thee, hear my cry, Lady Azura. Hear my cry that I pray for your protection and mercy in the face of certain death at the hands of my enemy. I wish to live on and preserve our home, to make it rise again like the spirit of Ignis--

The vehicle turned towards them.

I pray to thee, hear my cry... Azura, Ari, Synthis, anyone... I beg you! Spare me, please...!

The vehicles rolled closer.

I don't want to die--!

And then he heard it.

"FREEDOM CALLS!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qa4-nqF10vk
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"OORAAAAAAH!"

"Friendlies? Hot d*mn!"

"F*ck yeah, now it's a party!"

Derek gasped for air as he finally learned how to breathe again, glancing up at the stormy night sky as a lightning bolt arced through the mass of clouds.

Thanks, Azura. Remind me to make it up to you when my time comes, alright?

The rebels riding on the vehicles jumped down, unloading their supplies. Everything they brought with them.

"--Hey, nice to see you guys out here."

"Thought you could use some help. Who was that music on the radio? Can I get a word in with 'em?"

"Who, Derek? Yeah, he's over there."

Five heads all looked at him.

"Derek."

"That's... me--" He pushed himself to his feet, assault rifle under his arm. "You called?"

"What's the plan?"

"I dunno yet. How much ammo did you bring?"

"Enough. But if we're in a prolonged firefight against them..." the rebel pointed out towards the Coalition line. "...We're in for a bad time."

"So we need to hit it and break through it, and fast."

"Aye. How much manpower do we have? We brought an extra fifty-sixty guys."

"Holy sh*t, dude. We got fifty out here, so we're rocking like a hundred-ten, hundred-twenty right now."

"Hmph. Will that be enough?"

"It'll have to be..."

The rebel shook his head.

"We have vics, but if we're undermanned and underequipped, we're f*cked."

"I was told we have artillery support. Captured mortars and guns that can weaken the line."

"I still doubt this will work..."

Derek scowled. "Then what?"

His comrade rubbed his temples anxiously.

"That's the point. I don't f*ckin' know as much as you do."

Derek pressed a frustrated sigh from his lungs.

They had to do something. Anything.

"We gotta break that line. Whatever it takes, we have to. Or this city is gone."

"...I know. D*mnit, if only--"

Another voice called out as the road shook again.

"G-Guys! Heads up! Vehicle coming at us from the south! Looks like an APC or something, but she's hauling *ss!"

"One of ours!?"

"Can't tell! Brace yourselves!"

One of the rebel APCs slammed it into reverse, backing up down the street to face the incoming threat, swinging the long autocannon barrel around.

"What do we do!?"

"If it fires, light that sh*t up!"

"What!? You mean hold fire!?"

"Hold it! I want to know who we're dealing with here!"

The growling engine of the approaching APC grew closer.

Closer.

Derek's eyes caught the blue emblem embossed on the side.

"--PASLIN MILITARY!"

"It's PAF!? That's a friendly, hold your fire!"

"It's friendly!?"

"At ease, guys... by Azura, what are they doing up here?"

"Didn't the Paslin guys retreat south?"

"Yeah, that's what I heard. This had better be good."

A spark lit up in Derek's brain.

If we don't have enough... Of course...! Paslin would have enough to help us out, right?

He motioned the friendly APC to move.

"Get your *ss out of the way! I'll go talk to this guy!"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this."

With the rifle slung over his shoulder, he approached the vehicle as the commander's hatch rose up to the sky...

The People's Republic of Dysaphora

Sea Trench cleared for environmental expedition

A Dysaphoran missile destroyer, the Thermopylae, has been temporarily refitted with deep-sea scanning equipment for a research program, expected to take 4 months. It's crew have been trained in marine biology and 2 dozen scientists and specialist will supplement the crew. The request for an expedition appeared when a new species of sea cucumber was discovered in the Trench. However, only 1/2 of the Trench can be explored, as the other half lies within national waters of Dominicut. Dominicut refuses to allow a military vessel to enter its waters, regardless of its intentions. "The Thermopylae was the only ship that matched our specifications, and a civilian ship couldn't be sourced by the government in time. Even though the ship won't be partaking in a military operation, we must respect Dominicut's foreign policy" stated head scientist of the mission, Alexi Galapagos.

The Commonwealth of Vescarium

A Friend In Need

The Chancellor opened the door to his office early in the morning of August 4th. It was hot and dry, as usual, and everything was in place as he had left it the night before. Although, one thing stood out. As he went to sit down on his desk, he noticed a peculiar envelope, placed upon his desk. Just from taking a glance at it, he saw a very large, red warning stamped onto it's front.
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Nevertheless, he opened the letter, uncaring for warnings not meant for him. What he read is as follows:

Good day, Chancellor Nersyis. It has been a pleasure working with your cabinet. Despite the fragile popularity of your party, we have been quite successful in maintaining our public relations with the help of your regime. Due to the turmoil of the past few days, however, it seems our public relations are starting to slip. The downturn has everyone nervous, even here, and we want to make sure you stay the course. To be honest with you, I don't care what you do, Miklos: fake the numbers, hold a speech, anything - just, please, for the love of God, cover it up. The financial situation is shaky as it is, and it would hurt both of our organizations were it to spiral out of control in a wave of populist reform. Be hasty: the fate of my position - and yours, by extension - all comes down to this.

The Chancellor read the note, wondering who he was being sent this from. He had many contacts in the business world, and many of them were hit by the Panic. But, then, he noticed the signature hidden away at the bottom of the page.

-Pompeo Crasias.

Immediately upon seeing that familiar signature - that old, friendly name - Miklos knew what he had to do.

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Commonwealth State of Affairs: The All-Vescarian News Network Special Edition

The August Miracle

It appears that the "August Panic" was simply a passing worry, as the Vescarian government has affirmed that the economic situation in the private sector is not only recovering, but is booming for the first time since the 1970s. In particular, Chancellor Miklos Nersyis made a very impassioned speech earlier today about the aversion of the crisis, saying how, "Vescarium has not come so close to disaster since the era of the War, but we have learned from the mistakes of our forefathers. Never again will we fall into the clutches of ruin, politically or financially!" It has been reported that various smaller businesses are still struggling, but major corporations have also announced their outstanding recovery. One such corporation is Scaena Frons, who's announcement of recovery was met with much internal celebration, along with a separate speech from it's CEO, Pompeo Crasias. Could this be the beginning of a new Vescarian economic golden age?

The Democratic Republic of Neferheim

Neferhiem's current leader removes term limits

The First president i.e Mr. Ander Starget has passed his recent desicion in a popular vote with almost 57% of the 24.5M Neferhiemer's voting his recent approach to remove his term limit and maintain his high standards of living.

The People's Republic of Dysaphora

’Unity District’ opened in Arbantium

With the success that Skycity and Palm Cove have brought to the Dysaphoran economy. Tourism rates have spiked unexpectedly. However, many visitors to the peninsula are now striving to become full time residents.

Dysaphora has been quick to respond, and has installed a generous immigration quota and a section in the middle of the Dysaphoran capital, Arbantium, dedicated to foreign culture and embassies.

“Many people will say that the Unity District is another layer of segregation against our foreign minorities. I say that this is the exact opposite of the districts purpose. This project exists so that our beloved foreign population can enjoy home whilst residing in our nation, and so we can integrate their culture into Dysaphoran identity” were the words Jemelius Scolemaion had on the passing of the project in parliament today.

The area chosen is a prime piece of real estate at city centre, not far from parliament buildings, to show Dysaphora’s open arms to the world beyond its borders.

(Like this post to get an embassy position, the more the merrier!)

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