excuse me im going to make another nation which will be the company page for my new space shipping coporation and I world like to get it listed as a puppet
Meanwhile al the office, Effy (Elizabeth Stonem), Harvey’s twenty one year old secretary, followed the stock exchange to see how the investment they made this morning performed on the New west indies stock exchange.
It is presumed that Harvey will fly back to Earth in a few days after making a short stop in Lunar industries’s Sarang Station before Sam Bell is sent there for the three year term. Sarang Station is highly automated, requiring only a single human to maintain operations, oversee the harvesters, and launch canisters bound for Earth containing the extracted helium-3.
From the Office of the President of the General Assembly:
Please cast your votes on GAR#25: "Ratifying the Treaty of Novia" this would, among other things, establish an alliance with the region of Alvaria! In addition, we are currently out of submitted bills in the GA (Bills out of the drafting stage). So if you have a bill that you are ready to send to debate, please submit it to me! Finally if you have any thoughts, or critiques on GA proceedings I would love to hear feedback!
Again, I urge people to send me pet pics for the NWI Pet Dispatch! You can do this by either :
- Sending me a DM in Discord (Deugaw)
- Telegramming me a link to a social media account (Privacy guaranteed)
- Using an image hosting site to embed an image into a telegram
I'm going to put these in a dispatch for awwwws and ooooohhhs. Cant wait!
Twelve titans, Achipel, Idiocarasia, The patriotism states, and 3 othersNorth italian union, Itoshic, and Bolan blet
Bolan blet
I came up with an ideal that I might send to the general assembly which is to make a new law force called the new west indies intelligence agency commited to keeping tabs on puppets new comers and assisting the attorneys and high court in criminal investigations please tell me what you think!
But the tasks you described (i.e. investigating newcomers, checking puppet relations, etc.) mostly fall within the jurisdiction of the DDI; so why have two entities in charge of doing the exact same tasks?
Alexander slumps against a wall. He sighs depressedly. "What seems to be the matter, sir?" His personal advisor walks over cautiously, avoiding stacks of paper towering up to the ceiling in height. "This job, Samuel. Everything is painful to deal with, and our spies are turning up with plots against me." The president shined a laser out the window, and in the distance an assassin yelped in pain about his eye. "One of these days somebody is going to kill me, and all this work will turn into a dictatorship, like the one we escaped in Denmark." Samuel shuddered, remembering the smoke and destruction from 2089, when the whole world was in war. "Sir, I.. I'm sure it would never go to that." The advisor sat in a chair. "Do you have any plans so far?" "There's going to be a meeting with Ravi Olé... but even then it might not work out." Alexander sighed once again, then looked out the window. The city was alive in the evening, cars, trains, and buses shuttling in and out of many areas. "Anyhow, an update is you will on project Voidland?" Samuel gulped. "It's getting more complete everyday... the problem is with the Antimatter. It's production is dangerous." The president nodded. "A risk that can go awry, but a necessity. An idea for you, there's a certain area known as 'Arctic 303'. The older nations had a secret bunker there, so if you go there, there's a certain generator that should work. Developed by CERN." "CERN?" "Yes, CERN. Go there and start using parts from that. And matter-proof the place." The Advisor nodded shakely, and then got up. "I-I'm off to tell this news sir." Alexander nodded, and the Advisor nodded. The president shone another lazer out the window, and in the distance, a drone crash landed. A loud 'Damnit' was heard far off. Another assassin flunked. The president then shot a camera watching hi- CSHHHZ- Transmission Lost
Cymiopolis, Deugaw, The patriotism states, North italian union, and 1 otherFrellor
The screen is dark, the silhouette of furniture can be seen. Loud footsteps can be heard. Lights turn on, revealing a desk and a chair in a relatively empty room. The desk is barren except a single nameplate on the right side, the nameplate reads "Ravi Olé". Footsteps grow louder as Ravi steps into scene. He pulls the chair back, it screeches loudly on the floor. He takes a seat, adjusts his tie and coughs loudly. "My dear leaders. I know we have had differences, but I wish to invite you to a banquet. It is hosted within the month. I invite all leaders, regardless of ideals. I know we have had differences, but I still wish to discuss what I can do to right our poor relationship. I know you think I am some kind of tyrannical leader that would love to have you assassinated, but I assure you this is not true. I have invited the Cymiopolitan leader Andreas to assess the situaton. The banquet will have every kind of meat, including our national animal, the blob fish. Drinks will be whatever remains in the reserve of PotaTownian Potashkaya vodka, white wine, red wine, and whatever concoction our chefs make up. I invite you all and await your arrival. Thank you for your time." He stands up, pushes the chair back in. The chair grates along the floor. He dusts off his suit, walks over to the camera, then it all goes black. End of broadcast
De prussia, Deugaw, North italian union, and Frellor
Cymiopolis
Most Serene Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Following months of classified communications with our Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian counterparts, a meeting was held between Doge Andreas Mavrokordatos and Presidential Dictatorial King Ravi Olé of Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg at the Proletarian Palace of Oppressionopolis. Sharing a bottle of vintage Potashkaya vodka, the leaders discussed the current relations, or lack thereof, between both nations. The current sanctions that cripple the Arctic nation's economy was the main talking point.
While the Doge calmly explained that sanctions would be lifted once the Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian governement allowed human rights observers from the international community make an assessment, the Dear Leader finally revealed the reasoning behind the regime's amoral behavior: Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg was broke. It had been broke before the imposition of sanctions and it had been broke before the coup that brought down the old Potatownian government. Former President Toddtato Mashman had emptied the treasury and faked his death.
Desperate for cash, Ravi Olé government increased taxes. They even enacted ridiculous laws to extract fines that would keep the nation afloat. When the people stopped paying taxes and fines, they were sent to gulags to extract resources and increase productivity in the mines and factories.
The Doge was taken aback by the sheer lack of competence by his counterpart. The meeting adjourned and both leaders took a stroll around Opressionopolis, marveling at the city's beautiful Stalinist architecture. After a meal at a Oopsidroppedmyrightsburgian café, they returned to the palace for negotiations.
The Cymiopolitan proposal was simple: Accept our help in restructuring the Oopsidroppedmyrightsburg, reform the regime into a constituational monarchy (a compromise between democracy and Ravi Olé remaining Head of State), rollback the laws to a pre-dictatorial state and close the gulags. In return all sanctions will be lifted.
Leaving his counterpart to ponder on the proposal, the Doge bid him adieu and boarded his private jet.
We eagerly await a response and hope for a brighter future between both nations.
-Antonios Kapodistrias, Minister of Foreign Affairs
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