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WA Delegate: The Autocratic State of Khovezzem (elected )

Founder: The Despotic Dictatorship of Despoticania

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Most World Assembly Endorsements: 95th Most Nations: 176th Largest Black Market: 216th+35
Most Corrupt Governments: 331st Most Valuable International Artwork: 464th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 508th Highest Wealthy Incomes: 510th Most Patriotic: 608th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 618th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 629th Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 698th Lowest Crime Rates: 700th Largest Mining Sector: 709th Highest Economic Output: 790th Highest Average Incomes: 826th Most Devout: 1,029th Largest Governments: 1,040th Largest Information Technology Sector: 1,215th Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,335th Highest Poor Incomes: 1,432nd Most Avoided: 1,455th Most Subsidized Industry: 1,465th Largest Retail Industry: 1,559th Most Scientifically Advanced: 1,579th Most Influential: 1,592nd Largest Agricultural Sector: 1,739th Most Authoritarian: 1,758th Most Advanced Public Education: 1,768th Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 1,795th Smartest Citizens: 1,856th Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 2,043rd Most Secular: 2,306th Healthiest Citizens: 2,322nd Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 2,506th Largest Insurance Industry: 2,550th Most Eco-Friendly Governments: 2,565th Most Armed: 2,581st Highest Disposable Incomes: 2,608th
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Welcome to The Alliance of Dictators, the NationStates nexus of totalitarian, autocratic and authoritarian nations. We are an active roleplay community of diverse players, but all of us agree that the right to govern should be reserved for exceptionally gifted and intelligent individuals - like ourselves. Together, we will lead the ignorant masses to a glorious future! Join us, and be part of that future.

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    Basic Law of the Alliance of Dictators

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    Newcomers' Guide to the Region

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    Alliance of Dictators Rules and Guidelines

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The Alliance of Dictators contains 123 nations, the 176th most in the world.

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1.The XXXXXXXX of Mutha Russia IICorporate Police State“YYYYYYES, I AM INVINCIBLE!”
2.The Corporate States of CossmaniaCompulsory Consumerist State“Anything for the corporation.”
3.The Empire of Neo-liberal OppressionCorporate Police State“Making money by any means necessary”
4.The Military Hierarchy of Judea City States AllyCorporate Police State“Lead us, Follow us, Or get the hell out of our way”
5.The Templarate of ThauriaCorporate Police State“God Above All”
6.The Exalted Supremacy of East BorlandCorporate Police State“Crush Their Spirits and You Will Control Their Minds”
7.The Great Swamplands of LatigidMother Knows Best State“Gyub devours”
8.The Corporate Dictatorship of JosephlandCorporate Police State“Oderint Dum Metuant”
9.The Empire of FrenostanIron Fist Consumerists“Fren only No Bulli”
10.The Equestrianic Imperium of Twilight SparkleIron Fist Consumerists“Friendship is Magic!”
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The The Kingdom of Suraiya of Sadripoor

The Church of Positivity wrote:Santosh Mahanta had spent the time alone in the room with a vacant smile on his face and emptiness in his eyes. The water laid untouched before him, despite the dehydration in his body. In only a weeks' time, he had been convinced of the need to reject everything of the world. Over the microphone, he recited a mantra to himself.

"Affliction is temporary. I will practice! I will practice! I will practice! I will practice! I will practice... I will meditate, I will meditate, I will meditate... the affliction is destroyed!!! Affliction is temporary. I will practice! I will. . ."

The door opened, and yet Mahanta kept going for two more times, his mental focus waning at the statement made by Sikrit. His eyes slowly opened, and trailed themselves upwards to meet with the agent. He swallowed hard, and yet resolve built in his body- almost as if he had been prepared by somebody else for this situation.

"I hunger only for the presence and satisfaction of the Holy Master, the Teacher~!" He recited the words with an energy he didn't know he even had left in him, hurriedly standing up. Despite the fact that he shook and his head hurt from the sudden motion, he smiled warmly and bowed his head to the agents. He looked at Sukrachanowit, then Sikrit earnestly. "All other hungers that I feel can be overcome... even if I collapse from hunger and fatigue, I will fight for the truth because all I want in my life now is to have the Teacher in front of me- and to look at me and offer his healing powers and kind words to my troubled spirit."

He shakily rose his head, the thought of the bearded guru taking away his sins and assuring him misting his eyes and choking his voice. He addressed Sikrit in particular with the enthusiasm only a religious convert could have.

"He saved a woman from death, spoke to those so poor the rich cast out to die... he healed a bitter community. How is he not the enlightened one? The Jesus-Buddha sent to save the world before it destroys itself? We need a guru, and that includes you, agents. His message will help our nation and right the wrongs centuries of selfishness have done to the lower classes. He can save you! He loves you!"

Now caught in the momentum of his raving, the robed male looked at the glass of water, and symbolically poured it out.

"I will give everything that can be given, suffer what can be suffered. Should I perish, the Teacher will be with me regardless in the forever to come. We need a guru. We need Ariano more than ever in these times. Human beings, he says, were meant to experience joy. There is no joy in disproportionate suffering and material things. There is no joy in overworking yourselves for a state that sees you, agents, as a statistic whose sole purpose is to regulate lesser statistics. There is no joy here- in this building. Where is the happiness?"

Santosh swallowed, breathing for a moment after speaking. His stomach regretted forsaking the water, but his mind carried on.

"The Church of Positivity wants only positive outcomes for every human being. It's the happiest place I've ever set foot in, and I implore you to set foot in it when you're off duty and seek the joy that we seek. The teacher loves me..." Pause. "The teacher loves me."

From this point on, Santosh would mumble a mantra to himself, thinking of only one person despite being questioned.

“Do you remember that woman Mr. Ariano healed back in March?” Sukrachanowit asks, scrolling through his phone to show Santosh a news article in the Century. The story had made headlines in Suraiya, more as an eyebrow raiser than anything else. “She couldn’t walk, right. Then suddenly she stood?” Sukrachanowit flips to a more recent article, one from a small town local journal with only 120 recorded reads.

The article, titled “I lost everything”; Deviika Khuvatsatri tells all, covers an interview with the woman where she explains the electric shock therapy she’d been told would cure her. The article quotes her as saying, “they promised me I would be healed if I said the Teacher did it. Two days later I couldn’t walk anymore.”

“This isn’t the only article Santosh.” Sikrit leans forward. “Do you want to see more?”

The Republic of Colombian Cartels

OOC; ayo it's me, Chilean Military Goverment. Can I have this nation as my puppet or smth?

The Dictatorship of Westbeech

Colombian Cartels wrote:OOC; ayo it's me, Chilean Military Goverment. Can I have this nation as my puppet or smth?

OOC: Yes, but please refer to the region's laws in regards to puppets. I would also ask around to make sure everyone is aware that it is your puppet and to be prepared at any point to withdraw certain things, as puppets are more regulated than your main nation.

IC:

Coalition Forces Challenged!

Thanks to constant growth in the size and strength of the Westbeechian space fleets, more of the Plyler galaxy has been discovered. The previously discovered civilizations have always been behind technologically and have been given necessary technology for travel and communication and no nation equal to Westbeech had been met. This, however, suddenly changed.

Approaching the edge of the galactic region, a single Westbeechian Arquitens-class light cruiser was taking notes and scanning planets in its designated system. During the routine biomass scan, however, a technician turned to his commanding officer who, in turn, turned to the captain. "Captain, a small group of ships - approximately 8 - are exiting hyperspace near our location." The captain looked out from the bridge and, surely enough, 8 ships entered the system. "None of the ships are Westbeechian, sir, and none carry coalition identification. These ships belong to someone we haven't had the pleasure of meeting.

The captain turned to another officer. "Hail the largest of those ships immediately. These look like warships, and we are no position to engage a small task force."

The officer nodded and moments later, a hologram of a droid appeared before the captain. "Attention unidentified vessel, you have entered Teronian Corporate space. We demand of you to surrender your vessel immediately or face destruction."

The captain snarled. "You have no right or reason to fire upon our vessel. We are on an exploration mission dictated by Lilie Korban, the leader of Westbeech and Executive of the Galactic Coalition. You must give us free passage, otherwise the entire galaxy shall hear of your aggressive action!"

The droid took a moment before saying, "By not complying, you are in violation of the Corporation's policy. In accordance to the punishment, you shall be destroyed." The transmission cut off and the lightest of the eight ships began approaching.

"Contact Westbeechian Outer Rims Command! We are about to be engaged!" The ship was suddenly abuzz with activity. Technicians were moving between stations and taking up new roles. "I want our squadron of bombers launched and the squadron of fighters on standby. Those ships are going to have anti-fighter capabilities, so we have to draw them into primary turbolaser range."

Four TIE bombers swiftly left the hanger and began making a slow approach to the two incoming ships. An officer ran to the captain. "Sir, we have sent our transmission. All we can do now is wait. Shall we hold open the channel for you?"

"Yes, keep the line open! If anything were to happen, they must see." The captain continued looking out towards the incoming ships. "Turrets will fire when in range. Based upon their speed, they are fairly maneuverable. I want lighter fire in a spread, ensuring hits. Begin drawing the bombers back towards our ship."

By now, the rest of the Corporation's fleet was approaching at a much slower pace maintaining a formation around the largest of the ships. The turrets on the Arquitens opened up and the two lighter ships began making maneuvers in attempt to avoid the oncoming fire. However, some of the bolts hit, which made ripples in their shields. Within moments, the shields were unable to hold up to the bombardment and after being struck by the turbolasers both quickly began taking significant damage and were quickly left dead in space. The captain, now impatient and wavering, turned to navigation officers and shouted, "Prepare us for hyperspace back to Outer Rim Command! We will get absolutely destroyed if we remain here any longer. Withdraw the bombers and get us out of here!" As the last bomber entered the hangar, the Arquitens attempted to enter hyperspace, but was stopped. "Dammit, we are stuck in a tractor beam. We don't have a choice in what we do now."

As the Corporation ships grew closer, it was clear they weren't going to simply destroy the Arquitens, they were going to board it to capture the personnel. The captain made an announcement over the intercom, "All personnel, prepare for boarding action. Hostile ships are approaching docking ports." As if on queue, a Corporation ship latched onto a docking port, setting off multiple alarms. Startroopers scrambled and held positions behind whatever they could find, some deploying mobile defense structures. At first there was silence as the troopers awaited the doors to open, the silence being cut by the boarding doors quickly getting cut from the edges, then being blown away, sending it flying into one of the mobile defensive structures. Immediately droids came marching into the ship, but were getting torn apart by the Startroopers, who still had not taken any casualties. Even though they were successfully holding the door, they simply couldn't keep back the increasing number of droids moving to attack. The order to fall back was given, and they fell back to defend the bridge.

"This is the Outer Rim Command Fleet. We are arriving with four Star Destroyers and ten cruisers. Just hold out." The Arquitens continued to hold the signal as the sound of metallic feet clanking in the halls came closer. Troopers entered the door and they began sealing the entrance. As they were covering the bottom corners, a blast knocked the door down and crushed the troopers sealing the door. The entire bridge was suddenly flashing red as the O.R.C.F. entered the system. "Attention Corporate fleet: you shall disengage our forces immediately and turn yourself in to Westbeechian authority."

There was no response. The bridge had gone silent, the entire crew killed. The Corporate fleet simply turned away and jumped, able to withstand the Westbeechian tractor beams from their large ships. The Arquitens continued its signal and from aboard the lead Star Destroyer, the admiral observed the scene. All of the crew was either dead or severely wounded, some obviously incapable of fathoming what had happened. There were still droids on the ship, but they had stopped moving and were in a state of inactivity. The admiral ended the transmission signal manually and sent medical crews from the cruisers to evacuate surviving personnel. Finally, Westbeech had been challenged by a power that showed that it wouldn't back down to their fleets. "Contact Koriban. Once She learns of this, this "Corporation" shall know true fear. Leave three Venators behind to continue the scan then report back to the command sector."

Post self-deleted by Colombian Cartels.

The Guevarist Republic of Chilean Military Goverment

"Free Chile" Newspaper

Border Killer

Juan Pablo, poor cattle farmer, noticed something terrible while leaving Chile.
Border guards near the town of Valparaiso were brutally murdered.
"Ay know nothin bout killin 'folks, but let me tell ya, this one was brutal" said the farmer.
The military considers this a border provocation, but the police and federal law enforcement agencies are still looking for evidence.
Local people call the murderer "Border Killer" and are creating civic militias to defend their homes.
Stay safe everyone.

The Dictatorship of Westbeech

The Controlist Ferwerter Union wrote:Stahitmao looks to Lilie.

Lilie smiles. "I am, personally, satisfied with the fruits of our discussions. I look forward to speaking more as well with minsters and other administrators. I also hope that it would be possible to meet with those who you often associate with. It would benefit us to continue to get to know these other nations and further develop the movement towards a peaceful resolution to the ongoing crisis. Who knows, perhaps we will meet sooner than you'd expect." At that, her entire face joined in the smile, looking like a very happy kid, even letting out a faint giggle.

The diplomats who had been silent the entire time made a bowing motion in their chairs. One of them reached into their suit pocket and laid out a neatly folded packet containing the legal information and details on an embassy. The other then looked up and said, "It may be signed at your leisure," before going back into his bow.

The Totally not totalitarian of Krusilov

Chilean Military Goverment wrote:"Free Chile" Newspaper

Border Killer

Juan Pablo, poor cattle farmer, noticed something terrible while leaving Chile.
Border guards near the town of Valparaiso were brutally murdered.
"Ay know nothin bout killin 'folks, but let me tell ya, this one was brutal" said the farmer.
The military considers this a border provocation, but the police and federal law enforcement agencies are still looking for evidence.
Local people call the murderer "Border Killer" and are creating civic militias to defend their homes.
Stay safe everyone.

OOC: Don't you think they would've heard an APC fire a high caliber APC gun or notice any track marks? btw the APC's turret has one 1,000 caliber rapid-fire turret then on the side of it an RPG

Over radio from Chile 9:43

captain says over the radio "Mikhail, they've noticed the border crossing they've put it in the newspaper and they are questioning locals about what happened you think this is an issue?" Mikhail responds "No, just make sure they don't know it's us" the captain responds 'Alright, then." Mikhail "A supply convoy will be coming at 26:30 or later make sure they arrive and don't get caught by Chilean border patrol or guards and if they do SHOOT TO KILL" Captain responds "Will do, sir"

Chilean border checkpoint 26:56

A convoy of 3 trucks front and back ones are LAPV with machine guns on top and the middle truck is a supply truck with a mounted AP machine gun as they approach the border checkpoint there are 5 guards and one notices the convoy and says "What the fu--" then gets shot by the front truck's machine gun the 3 of the other guards are in shock then the 4th one yells 'OPEN FIRE" as they open fire a squad of Red Arrow soldiers from the first infiltration come and kill the remaining 4 border guards as all this ruckus plays out it awakes a kid from the local town of Valparaiso comes out of his house to look at what is going on a Red Arrow soldier, Nikovskyy, sees him mistaking him for a adult shoots him... Then before the civic militias come after they heard what was going on they leave

The Greater People's Empire of The Controlist Ferwerter Union

Westbeech wrote:Lilie smiles. "I am, personally, satisfied with the fruits of our discussions. I look forward to speaking more as well with minsters and other administrators. I also hope that it would be possible to meet with those who you often associate with. It would benefit us to continue to get to know these other nations and further develop the movement towards a peaceful resolution to the ongoing crisis. Who knows, perhaps we will meet sooner than you'd expect." At that, her entire face joined in the smile, looking like a very happy kid, even letting out a faint giggle.

The diplomats who had been silent the entire time made a bowing motion in their chairs. One of them reached into their suit pocket and laid out a neatly folded packet containing the legal information and details on an embassy. The other then looked up and said, "It may be signed at your leisure," before going back into his bow.

"Our discussions have been fruitful indeed and it will be a new start of better Ferwerter-Westbeechian relations. Of course it would be possible to meet with our allies and I encourage you to reach out to them when you have the time. In time the Ferwerter Union hopes to create a broader alliance across the Aurelian continent and beyond, which would ensure peace and promote prosperity and global development. Indeed we may meet again soon and it would surely be a pleasure." Stahitmao laughs. "But first I need to win a re-election, or we might not speak again at all." Stahitmao grabs the papers and reaches into his breast pocket for his favorite pen. In an overly dramatic way he signs the papers with grand loops and clean lines after which the entire delegation bows in perfect synchrony to the diplomates of Westbeech before Stahitmao returns the papers. "Then all that remains is to wish you a good journey back to Westbeech and to hope for a shared destiny of joint prosperity between our peoples."

The Community of The Church of Positivity

Sadripoor wrote:“Do you remember that woman Mr. Ariano healed back in March?” Sukrachanowit asks, scrolling through his phone to show Santosh a news article in the Century. The story had made headlines in Suraiya, more as an eyebrow raiser than anything else. “She couldn’t walk, right. Then suddenly she stood?” Sukrachanowit flips to a more recent article, one from a small town local journal with only 120 recorded reads.

The article, titled “I lost everything”; Deviika Khuvatsatri tells all, covers an interview with the woman where she explains the electric shock therapy she’d been told would cure her. The article quotes her as saying, “they promised me I would be healed if I said the Teacher did it. Two days later I couldn’t walk anymore.”

“This isn’t the only article Santosh.” Sikrit leans forward. “Do you want to see more?”

Santosh blinked dryly, his smile fading just a little. The mantra lingered in the confines of his head. He'd been prepared to see something like this. The authorities had fabricated or exaggerated things because they fell out of the social order. Still, he made it a point to remember the name and the article.

"It's propaganda spun by opportunists. The woman that Ariano healed spent the rest of her time around him, and to my knowledge is still in the dojo." He remarked with quiet assertion in his voice. "The Teacher had told us that before the end times, there would be fabrications delivered by traitors that would attempt to destroy the salvation of our nation- our world."

Reject the lies.

"It's not too late to be saved, agents. By the way of the Holy Master, you can spend the last days of our human existence in joy and enlightenment. Think of what these traitors have to gain from writing these lies- money, publicity, government inquiry... even if the articles are small, they were not written with the intention to stay small. We reject all the anchors of society to find joy within ourselves. If there is no money or material, there is no corruption. If there is no corruption, then there is no motive to do evil."

Reject the conspiracy.

"How joyless must the masses existence be... in order for their mission to be to take away the joy of others, so that when the end comes they'll have it all?"

The Fifth Empire of New Franshire

OOC: I wish I was known as a “Psychotic Dictatorship” or a “Capitalizt”

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