Chief Karaoke Officer (Governor):
The Fool On The Hill of Eesti-onia
WA Delegate: None.
Founder:
The Fool On The Hill of Eesti-onia
Last WA Update:
Embassies: Calexico and Mexicali, F7 Cliches and Community, Legion of the Regionless, Rivognan Puppet Storage, Nerdlandia, The Funian Puppet Region, The Outer Rim, The Chess Club, Valentine Day, the maggot pit, The Northern Cheek, Tomb of The Toll, and The Boggest Region on Earth.
Tags: Anti-Fascist, Anti-GenAI, LGBT, Magical, and Minuscule.
Chessboard contains 5 nations, the 3,328th most in the world.
Today's World Census Report
The Most Extensive Public Healthcare in Chessboard
World Census interns were infected with obscure diseases in order to test which nations had the most effective and well-funded public healthcare facilities.
As a region, Chessboard is ranked 3,125th in the world for Most Extensive Public Healthcare.
![]() | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | The Fool On The Hill of Eesti-onia | Left-wing Utopia Drugged-Out Hippies | “She's leaving home after living alone for so many years” | |
| 2. | Civil Rights Lovefest Nation-Hating Hippies | “Roll up” | ||
| 3. | The Night At The Opera of Gamma City | Left-wing Utopia Drugged-Out Hippies | “Roll up for the mystery tour” | |
| 4. | The Loading Screen Animation of Alpha City | Liberal Democratic Socialists Ivory Tower Reality Disconnect Zone | “Roll up” | |
| 5. | The Concert for Nobody of Mellophone | Democratic Socialists Hell | “Time eats all his children in the end” |
Regional Happenings
- : Lambda City ceased to exist.
- : Kappa City ceased to exist.
- : Iota City ceased to exist.
- : Theta City ceased to exist.
- : Eta City ceased to exist.
- : Zeta City ceased to exist.
- : Psi City ceased to exist.
- : Chi City ceased to exist.
- : Phi City ceased to exist.
- : Upsilon City ceased to exist.
Chessboard Regional Message Board
Loading...Within the eyes of a Heron
I know not which flies on radiant wings
Nor that which swims lower than the sun
But I know that the heron sees us
As he takes to the northern night sky
Us, a sea of light and columns beneath
Flickers of deep gold, waning trapped flame and orange coals
Flickers of light, within columns of light, within rows of light, within sectors of light
All woven within one city
Each dreadfully indistinct.
Millions of cars, houses, street lights, businesses and stoplights
All glow as one
Invisibility through ubiquity.
Interwoven, and within.
Within. I know not which you ponder, on lonesome summer evenings.
Nor do I know what the starling ponders, as her flock takes to the sky.
But I know the eternal longing to be Within.
Interwoven.
A light within lights interwoven.
Within Lights Interwoven
A sea of lights within a sea of lights, interwoven.
Grotesquely invisible, gloriously within.
Can the heron’s eye see through the false aureate swarm?
A perpetual iris, gazing upon trees, lakes, and rich sweet soil?
Or is the heron too a victim of the resplendent sea?
I do not know. But I know that within the eyes of the heron, I do not register.
can't we be seventeen?
is that so hard to do?
yo
Eesti-onia you got yourself a chud joining and leaving your region to talk in my RMB lol
ok so
1) you know full well pinging new eestiball will get a response a lot faster than this will
b) even if I banned them they'd just use another region
III) I mean, having an embassy with fifth empire isn't a great look tbh
uno) good to note
somewhere around 3+sin(5)) they already are
3) it is what it is
threigh) you can change it, wdym 'it is what it is'
Beside this spring lake deep and wide, I find
myself waiting for your light boat to return:
duckweed slowly drifted together behind you,
and now hanging willows sweep it open again.
Take me back to my Western boat,
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's,
Where the hagdowns sail and the foghorns wail,
With my friends the Browns and the Clearys,
Let me fish off Cape St. Mary's.
Checkmate
Over the quiet marsh-land flies a white egret,
And mango-birds are singing in the full summer trees....
I have learned to watch in peace the mountain morning glories,
To eat split dewy sunflower-seeds under a bough of pine,
To yield the post of honor to any boor at all....
Why should I frighten sea-gulls, even with a thought?
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