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Hell was Commended by Security Council Resolution # 197

WA Delegate: The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker (elected )

Founder: Satan

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Most Valuable International Artwork: 183rd Most Influential: 230th Largest Black Market: 309th+25
Most Nations: 358th Highest Economic Output: 484th Most World Assembly Endorsements: 515th Most Devout: 739th Fattest Citizens: 749th Highest Disposable Incomes: 758th Most Avoided: 959th Nudest: 1,035th Most Corrupt Governments: 1,036th Largest Mining Sector: 1,042nd Most Armed: 1,157th Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector: 1,314th Largest Populations: 1,335th Largest Gambling Industry: 1,400th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 1,422nd Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,563rd Largest Insurance Industry: 1,612th Highest Wealthy Incomes: 1,725th Highest Unexpected Death Rate: 1,728th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 1,922nd Highest Average Incomes: 1,996th Lowest Overall Tax Burden: 2,100th Largest Publishing Industry: 2,195th Largest Retail Industry: 2,222nd Most Advanced Defense Forces: 2,470th
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We are the demons that haunt your dreams and feed on your soul. Ye who enter, abandon all hope...
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? LinkLet’s go take a howl at that moon.
Hellions should join the WA and endorse the LinkKing of Hell The Stalker.

Hell Radio: LinkThe Devil Wears a Suit and Tie

LinkThrough me Linkyou go into a Linkcity of weeping,
LinkThrough me Linkyou go into Linketernal pain,
LinkThrough me Linkyou go amongst Linkthe lost people.

Hell's Bells

Nations seeking to enter Hell,
Must first
Linktravel to the Underworld,
And undergo
The Trials to earn their passage.

When the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent,
Called the Devil and Satan, he who deceiveth the whole world,
He was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him...

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    The Kingdom of Hell

    FactbookOverview by The Stalker . 2,990 reads.

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    Manuscript of the Damned

    FactbookOverview by Saint Lucifer . 126 reads.

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    Department of the Seven Sins

    FactbookOverview by The Stalker . 1,156 reads.

Embassies: Underworld, the Rejected Realms, the West Pacific, the South Pacific, Lazarus, The Bar on the corner of every region, Antarctic Oasis, Mordor, Philosophy 115, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, The Atheist Empire, Zombieland, Heaven, Exodus, A Liberal Haven, and 25 others.Glass Gallows, Solid Kingdom, The Satanic Cathedral, New York, The Red Empire of the Toad, Trav khar, The Order of the Grey Wardens, The Iceberg Lounge, Game of Thrones, Christmas, Citadel of Ricks, Warzone Asia, Warzone Europe, The Cuckoos Egg, Abydos, Avadam Inn, Fort Triumph, ravana, Japan, LGBT University, Atlantis, Thaecia, The NewsStand, Lisseum, and The Commonwealth Of The Argimin.

The embassy with Warzone Europe is being withdrawn. Closure expected .

Tags: Commended, Featured, Founderless, Large, Password, Snarky, and Surreal.

Regional Power: High

Hell contains 51 nations, the 358th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Rudest Citizens in Hell

World Census experts telephoned citizens from all nations at just before dinner time, in a study to determine which populations were most brash, rude, or brusque.

As a region, Hell is ranked 3,340th in the world for Rudest Citizens.

1.The Mad King of Hell of The StalkerFather Knows Best State“I am the daringest devil you've ever met, love.”
2.The Free Land of Impending DamnationAnarchy“Freedom from authority; freedom from accountability”
3.The 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪 of AltmorasNew York Times Democracy“Safety, Security, Unity.”
4.The Surréaliste Nichée D'Oiseaux of Vogel ToriAnarchy“My God, I hate drugs”
5.The Pub of Cynical AlcoholicsFather Knows Best State“So it goes.”
6.The Slow Loud Breathers of DonkervaderIron Fist Consumerists“All your planets are belong to us!”
7.The Satanic Empire of Big Jim PLeft-Leaning College State“Hell knows what Heaven only suspects. Hail Satan.”
8.The Evil Mad Scientists of FreddlandIron Fist Consumerists“Hmmm...That wasn't supposed to happen.”
9.The Soul Eating Nation of YodoshiAnarchy“Watashi wa anata no Tamashī o Tabemasu”
10.The Many Personas and Wigs of Roger the AlienAnarchy“I AM INCREDIBLY FOCUSED RIGHT NOW!”

Last poll: “What is your favorite humanoid monster?”

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The LOL of Kraljevstvo Rata

Hell was commended?
Your burning of sinners is very much appreciated. :P

The 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪 of Altmoras

Kraljevstvo Rata wrote:Hell was commended?
Your burning of sinners is very much appreciated. :P

Stalker is commended too on one of his other nations.

The Principality of Demonos

Charon, within his boat, appeared as a mirage heading toward Lady Vera upon the dock. As he approached, the ambient temperature seemed to decay into cold. This is the first being that Lady Vera had encountered in Hell and she was eager for conversation.

"So, you must be Charon."

Charon, who looked exactly as expected, only nodded.

"I want to get to that island, can you take me there?"

He nodded again and held out his hand. The hand that beckoned for coin was entirely fleshed nor boney. It was a mix between exposed skeleton, maggots, and mangled flesh. Lady Vera gingerly placed her gold coin in the palm of his hand. The fingers grasped the coin and retreated to a hidden purse under his cloak. He motioned her to climb aboard.

With little difficulty, Lady Vera boarded the small ferry. Charon waited till it steadied and without having to push off, the boat seemed to begin a course toward the island.

"I have always wondered, Charon, what do you do with all those coins?"


"You must have a large fortune by now. Where do you put it all"

Only the small bumps of what may be bodies under the murky water could be heard upon the hull. "Do you know where one can find a sword, Charon?"

The boat stopped and Lady Vera could feel the gaze of the boatman piercing her. The boatman nodded. With his finger he pointed to the island and then continued.

Although Lady Vera wasn't satisfied with his answer, she was in no position to interrogate him further. She was going to need something to defend herself if she was going to enter Hell. The boatman reached the other side and landed on the shore of this island.

When Lady Vera disembarked she thanked Charon and as he nodded the boat began to retreat back to the waters of Styx. A fog engulfed the boatman and the shore where she had begun her crossing was unable to be seen.

She was now upon the Isle of the Dead...

The Dictatorship of Please Banjection


The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker

Nuke Day starts at a slightly different time than stated in my telegram.

Count down is here: page=news/2020/09/22/index.html

Factbook is pinned to the WFE with details.

“We impose order on the chaos of faction evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.”
- The Stalker when asked the purpose of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

The non-aggression pact, the shameless megafaction, the backroom agreement, these are the tools of cowards and weaklings. True glory rests in the hands of those who succeed on their own merits. Strength is the only currency accepted by The Atom, and only the strong will prosper on N-Day. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are the greatest faction in N-Day history, that is a simple fact, the highest score ever, the highest faction population ever, the most nukes ever, the most shields ever, the only faction to ever finish at #1 with no radiation, our accolades are limitless, our abilities are peerless. You all know who we are, and you know what we're about. If you wish to free yourself from the shackles placed upon you by bickering cowards and sycophants then seek us out. The ability to choose what is destroyed, when, and in what manner is the exclusive prerogative of the powerful, following the weak will only lead to you being counted among the vanquished.

RP aside, we dominated virtually unchallenged last time, and we're going to win again this time even if it requires us to actually try a little. If you want to be in the #1 faction then join us, accept no substitutes. As [v] herself said, 549 out of 574 Factions finished with a negative score, of the 25 positive scores one was us and the other 24 stayed positive solely because we couldn't be bothered to wreck them.

If you want to flex on all the other nerds that play this game join our Discord now and join our faction once the event starts.

LinkDiscord link:

Join the Horsemen HERE!

LinkAnd I heard as it were the noise of thunder, One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw, and behold...

The Count Down: page=news

It's time for round five my friends, The Horsemen of the Apocalypse ride once again.

Hell, Underworld, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Lily, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse reunite for round five.

For those not around last time and for those of us in need of a refresher please read over the NS News dispatch here; page=dispatch/id=874170

Simple Version.
1. Join faction to start building production
2. Spend Production on missiles or shields
3. Use missile to strike foes for points, use shields to stop incoming missiles
4. Read ^ dispatch, V read the Plan.
5. Be on the Discord! >>> LinkHERE! <<<

The Plan
This year we show no mercy. Join us and you will be free to attack whomever you wish, we have only targets and make no non-aggression pacts.

Join us on the Linkdiscord for organization hits, or pick your own targets on your own.

Stick to your specialty, if you're military build nukes, if you're strategic build shields. If you're economic do whatever you please. Whatever your specialization be ready to fight at the start, who knows how many losers from last year will try and fail to get revenge on us early.

Altmoras is the Lord of War, leader of the Horsemen, follow his orders.

Like last time we work from the shadows again. We don't start fights or hit randomly, we won't draw blood, we will slaughter them all at once. We will focus on small or inactive groups. We will avoid taking strikes and create truces.

Best way to avoid becoming a repeated target will be to keep our defense strong, if they can't land a strike on us, and we don't attack them, they will move on. While we'll focus on earning points.

I wanna encourage folks to have a 40% offense, 60% defense slant on production. Particularly at the start of the game and while people are more active. At the start we will see a lot of attacks coming in from everywhere, so have your defenses ready. Remember it is better to stop the first attack to discourage future attacks, strikes only get easier later on.

All of this will be organized through our discord.

Altmoras is the Lord of War, leader of the Horsemen, follow his orders.

How many nations to use?

Short answer, as many as you can manage, and in relationship to the time you plan to put in.

Everyone should use at least one nation, if you plan to put in the time and effort use a few more. Remember you build resource/"production" only when the nation is in the Faction. Allowing you to buy shields and missiles, more nations means more you can build up, have one nation just for defense, one for missiles, etc.

However more nations also means more targets for our foes to target! So you gotta pull the weight of the nations you use. Lots of inactive targets is bad, what we want is the right amount of active folks making best use of the max production they can handle.

Does this affect my nations stats??

No! There are no long term repercussions.

Horsemen Scores of prior N-Days
N-Day I: We made it into 30th for top strike, our offense was on point. However we didn't have nearly enough defense, we also attacked indiscriminately, started fights, and got mass attacked by everyone in return.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse.

N-Day II: We made it into 12th place with 12,606 strikes, and only taking 5,827 hits.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse.

N-Day III: We rocked the house taking 2nd place thanks to the tireless work of Altmoras, with 67,539 strikes, and only taking a mere 39 hits.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, Citadel of Ricks, and bringers of the apocalypse.

N-Day IV: We won. We came in 1st. 332,564 strikes and not a single hit landed on us. We are the Kings of the Apocalypse!! Great work to all involved, special thanks to organizer and leader of the Horsemen Altmoras!
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, Citadel of Ricks, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Lily, and bringers of the apocalypse.

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

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The Principality of Demonos

The Isle of the Dead was barren. From the shoreline where Lady Vera disembarked, a pathway lined with dead cypress lead inland toward its center: a towering structure of marble monoliths. A mist hovered inches above the ground and mingled below the ankle line. The Isle's dirt was black, almost volcanic, with the remains of creatures scattered about: half buried and half exposed. There was no sound but the licking tide of Styx upon the site of embarkment behind her.

She took a deep breath, and advanced. The crunching earth underfoot was her only company as she approached the Isle's monolithic center. In her peripheral vision shadows seemed to duck from behind cypress seemingly to run behind her. Although her footsteps sounded her advance, these shadows made no noise. When she would look directly in their direction, there was no hint of their existence. As soon as she looked forward, they again haunted the edge of her vision. The temperature began to rise as she approached the monolithic structure.

"Well if it isn't the late princess of Demonos, Vera Fallenangel!" A voice echoed out.

"Who are you," she had been startled, "show yourself!"

From behind a column above the structure was a hooded figure stepping into view. It floated downward and placed itself upon the pathway leading to the Isle's singular structure. He blocked her advance. "I was wondering when you would get here. Expecting it. So it may be." The hooded figure gave a laugh that was impeded by a lifetime of smoking. Lady Vera was not amused and did not answer.

"Where are my manners? I know who you are but you don't know me. We knew each other well up there, before you had had me flayed and quartered that is. Then you took over my congregation and had my ministers burned."

"Enoch!", Lady Vera knew immediately

"I was a prophet, my lady! Wait, what are you a 'lady' of now? Look at what you've become, All your vanity was for naught. You're horrifying! I think when you fell you hit everything on the way down."

"Of course you would be here, Enoch, I had you executed because of your tastes. Little boys feared you, and, with good reason. Then you had the audacity to proclaim that the Nazarene would once again rule over Demonos." Lady Vera felt no fear now. What she felt could only be described as a rage. "It's good to see you down here, violator, I might have the pleasure to harm you twice."

Enoch gave out another laugh. "How do you propose to do that? You've no power down here. You're weak and lack even the basic means of defense." The Isle began to get darker and thunder could be heard in the distance. "This is Hell, little woman, you are out of your element here."

Enoch removed his cloak to reveal a monster. His skin had turned grey and pustules and boils covered his body with his most intimate areas covered in open wounds occupied by live maggots. He smelled as fermented eggs and when uncovered an army of flies gathered to this exquisite filth. His smile revealed fangs. He had had his eyes popped out. His limbs had been sewn back together and looked as though it was intentionally made to make him look doll-like: an infernal plaything. Upon his body where he had been flayed exposed broken bone was visible. He let out a screech and began running at Lady Vera.

There was no fear within her anymore. She felt angered beyond belief. He came upon her. She instinctively rammed her clawed arm through his chest where his heart had once been. It tore through as though made of a rotten peach skin. Black blood flowed upon her, bathing her in his filth. Her other arm grabbed his neck and squeezed. She pulled off a large chunk of his rotting flesh from the area and a drowning scream was loosed by Enoch. She opened her mouth and attached herself to his neck and began to drink. He struggled and began to claw at her to release him. His movements became weaker. Then he moved less, until, he stopped moving completely.

The demon blood now within her gave her a feeling of arousal and warmth. She dropped his corpse and it turned to ash. The thunder in the distance turned to rain overhead. The rain upon the Isle seemed to baptize her and the filth of Enoch was washed away...

The Corporation of The NewsStand

The Principality of Demonos

Upon the steps of the Isle's monolith she pondered
All the while a growl;
Move forward.

"Cerebus...?.... Some cute puppy..".she laughed
The wounds upon her neck split open and ghushed out
Her pain became this constant she did not want to continue to bear.
She reached with her left hand to grab her underness: below the neck skin


The pain suffered and it suffered until... funny.
She still could vocalize.
As black blood spilled forth
She laughed and laughed and laughed.

Ah hell.


She swallowed the pain like sustenance. To the porch of this monolithic edifice....

The Principality of Demonos

Sorry I missed N-day folks. I broke up with my boyfriend and we had a rather... violent separation. Long story short, never mess with a girl who carries a sword. 🗡

Lady Vera moved toward the center of the Isle of the Dead where the great columned monolith towered over the island and dominated it as its central feature. Upon its façades were friezes of the levels of suffering below its pale porch where a flight of cracked marble stairs led downward. The columns were non-uniform. They had different shapes; tuscan, doric, composite, Corinthian; all carved with demons seemingly guarding the entrance to Hell. As she descended the stair their stoney eyes seemed to follow.

A doorway was at the end of a flight of 66 stairs and above it read, "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'entrate". The phrase seemed carved not by the masters who had etched the marvelously detailed friezes overhead. It was crude. Done as though it were a defacement of the structure. Through the archway the phrase passed above her as she entered. The anti chamber was lit by a pair of torches whose flames in crucible cauldrons burned green. Between these was a three headed man sitting at a small desk in the center of the chamber. Around all three heads was a gold chain that was attached to the ground bellow where he sat. He was working away at whatever document was upon the desk's top. Lady Vera approached.

One head looked up while two remained on the document. "We are Cerberus. You are Vera Fallenangel."

"I thought you were supposed to be a dog," she said.

The middle head rose to join the other head's gaze. Together the heads said in unison, "Hell is a place of illusion and spectacle. We could change before you and gnaw at you a while before you enter. Would you like that?"

"I'm a hard piece of woman, you may break your teeth", she retorted.

The third head now joined the conversation with a look of incredulousness. The heads were looking at each other now. The laughed amongst themselves. One head spoke. "Oh but how you're going to enjoy your stay here." Another head spoke, "how others are going to enjoy you." Finally the last head said, "body and soul." Together all three smiled with black teeth and long canines.

"I can only go forward now, Cerberus. You are in my way," said Lady Vera.

All three heads nodded. One head said, "we have received our notice of your arrival." Another head continued, "It is what we were reviewing as you'd entered". Finally the last head said, "We are hard pressed to make our assignment."


All three heads nodded again. One head said, "You are evil, young lady. but not treacherous." Continued by the next head, "not lacking in vanity, wrath, and lust,". Then the last head stated, "you are seemingly one of us, yet unrecognized by Lucifer."

"Look, I want in. You're in the way."

The three heads laughed in unison. Speaking together they inquired, "You want to be in Hell?" The heads all gave a roar of laughter. "Good luck..."

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