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Crassia contains 2 nations.
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The Lowest Crime Rates in Crassia
World Census agents attempted to lure citizens into committing various crimes in order to test the reluctance of citizens to break the law.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Nomadic Peoples of Yellow Yesterday | Tyranny by Majority Thieves | “Our patience will achieve more than our force.” | |
| 2. |  The United States of Visual States | Corporate Police State Entrepreneurial Freedom Zone | “Efficiency through Executions” |
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Talia loads the last of the three jet wings in the bed of the truck and pulls a tarp tight over them. Dan helps Kapila into the back seat of the sedan as Victor finishes filling up the gas tank. Gary carries out several short rifles and places them under the seats of the sedans. The group all don balaclavas and throw on old Nogovastani woodland camo jackets with nationalist militia markings. Talia gets in the driver seat of the lead vehicle and pulls out with Varga in the bed and Gary in the cab. Victor, Dan, and Kapila ride in the second vehicle and follow Talia. Fred, Garret, and Kapena take the last vehicle with the jet wings in the back. The team stay separated enough to not be spotted together but close enough that if something goes wrong they are right there. Gary pilots the UAV to scout the path ahead. Satellite imagery didn’t show any change but foot patrols would be harder to spot.
“We have three military aged males with AKs up ahead. Just walking. Low threat.” Gary says.
“Low threat. Like there is such a thing here.” Talia replies mockingly.
Gary puts his tablet to the side as the come up on the three walking men on the side of the street. They’re wearing similar jackets to the team and are also wearing balaclavas smoking cigarettes. One waves and Gary waves back.
“What a nice guy.” Gary says.
“You mean the genocidal nationalist that would kill the guy laying in the bed of our truck because he looks different?” Talia replies.
“Hey. He did something simple as give a wave to a stranger and now I feel better. Maybe he is a terrible person but he’s not THAT terrible. Plus, this far from the front, we aren’t likely to just stumble into, say a BTR or BRDM.”
“Did you really just say that? Are you sh*tting me? Why, why would you say that?”
“I’m just saying it’s unlikely. When we get closer to the lines we will probably have to go on foot or take a back woods path. This trip is gonna be more than a day of traveling.”
“You’re right. Keep your eyes on that drone. I don’t want ANY surprises.”
Gary makes a show of pulling the tablet back out and watching it.
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General Smith of the Zekali ground forces looked out across a vast sea from his jeep. The waves lapped at the shore as he watched the sun rise over the sea. "Inshallah" he said briefly between sips.
It had only been three months, but the mighty nation of 
Zekalia had finally achieved its manifest destiny and reached the Saber Rattling Sea. Zekali supervision had already brought stability to the areas that it occupied filling in the void caused by the collapse of so many governments, one after another. Now, all that was left was the interior of the continent of Grecia and the holy sites of the once almighty nation of Saegan. The nation of Zekalia was a new convert, with its leadership only recently changing due to a visit from the former state. Now, however, it stood alone and was poised to fill in the place of its former mentor.
Long live Zekalia.
North-Eastern Nogovastan, Zetrgorsk, Building of National Assembly
Gathered in one of the main conference rooms, the remnants of the old communist government meets for what could be the last time to discuss what must be done to fight back against the many groups who have popped up out of nowhere. Zetrogorsk had been surrounded by small militias of nationalists at the outbreak of the fighting, driven to the surrounding mountains, they began a campaign of terror. Civilians now moved behind armored vehicles when crossing the street to avoid sniper fire, mortar rounds occasionally landed in busy areas of the city, anti-aircraft guns fired at buildings and people, police sometimes clashed with the rebels and usually lost. No one expected the war to come to the city, the army was supposed to protect the people and prevent such a thing, especially such a large communist enclave like Zetrogorsk.
Despite the dangers of meeting in one of the largest buildings in the city, the remaining members of Adrik’s government, with what loyal forces of the General Staff remain, began discussing the possible plans to save themselves... and their nation. “We meet them here, at Nogosova.” Pointed Major General Nhetviok to a map of the nearby cities. "It will allow us to open up a corridor to funnel supplies and men through to some of our cut off forces."
"This is too risky." Interrupted Vasily, one of the few remaining members of the Communist Party of Nogovastan. "If we fail to push them at Nogosova then we leave our north open to a nationalist counter-offensive." Many who were on-board with an offensive around Nogosova, were now reconsidering, wondering if maybe there was another way to open up a corridor through the nationalist controlled areas. Perhaps there could be a way that didn't involve attempting to capture such a large city like Nogosova.
"Well there's nowhere else we could possibly have the chance of making a breakthrough without diverting most of our forces. Which, need I remind you gentlemen, are already stretched thin enough as is." The General made sure to remind everyone. "This could be our only chance to turn the tide of this war, people! Nationalist forces are too caught up with dealing with other opposition groups throughout the country as is. We'll catch them off guard and unprepared, with very few losses or casualties on our end." There was a silence that filled the room as many of the party members looked to be in deep thought of the possibility of a major communist victory over the nationalists, who by now, had appeared like an unbeatable force. Nikita Fetty Slav, the acting General Premier since Adrik's departure from the country, motioned for the General Staff to exit the room while the party convened.
After about an hour, the doors to the dimly lit conference room opened up, and the General Staff as called back in to continue further discussion. Nhetviok was sat down in a chair across from Nikita and the other Communist Party members. "We have reached a decision." Nikita announced to the room, but mostly directing it to Nhetviok. "We'll go through the plan of taking Nogosova to open a corridor with our other territories-"
"I promise you won't regret this decision." Nhetviok quickly interrupted.
"Now hold on, Nhetviok, let me finish." Nikita ordered. "We're going to approve the plan only if you agree to take full responsibility for any setbacks, logistical errors and anything else that should go wrong during this operation. To put it short, don't mess this up." Nhetviok stood up to salute Nikita before shaking his hand and making his way to the door. Could this be it? Was the government Adrik left to crumble finally on the path to liberating the nation as it did those many months ago? Only time would tell. For now, preparation around Nogosova was all that mattered.
Alarms blare silos as heavy blast doors close and crew run about. Missile trains depart bases across the country and begin to travel on freight lines. DEFCON 2 is set throughout the military. SSG Thompson rushes into his launch room and dials into the tactical net of the base.
“Nogovastani irregular forces have seized control of a missile base and opened silo doors. We do not have forces close enough to preemptively strike the base before they can launch. All call signs standby to receive launch orders.” The base commander says. “A sub launch will be used first but if we don’t see the launch in five minutes on satellite we are next up. Silos one, four and six, prepare payloads to strike the north eastern sector of Nogovastan with maximum payload. Set warheads to medium circular spread.”
Thompson looks at his officer with concern. “Sir, we’re going to nuclear strike the entire north eastern corner of the country because one base was taken?”
“I don’t make the orders here I just execute them. But, from our intelligence on the situation, that base isn’t the only one that was assumed captured. It’s just the only one with open doors that we can see. Clouds cover the others so it has to be assumed they are preparing to launch.” 1st Lieutenant Williams
“But why would we have to strike them? We haven’t been involved. We aren’t a threat to them at the moment.”
“It’s part of the doctrine. Any nuclear weapons release will almost certainly trigger all other nuclear parties to release their nuclear weapons. This requires us to retaliate or preemptively strike and here we are.”
“I can’t believe this. We’re about to possibly end the world because of a doctrine? Can’t the president stop this?”
“He can. But he has the same information and might follow through with a strike if we can’t get conventional assets nearby. Normally we’d have a carrier or base near but the other regional powers have forced us to pull back out international reach. This is our only way to protect ourselves now.”
“Why can’t we rely on our missile defense? Doesn’t that protect the nation?”
“Only strategic assets have ABM sites. It’s too expensive and logistically difficult to get sites built at every city or town.”
“My God. So this is really going to happen.”
“I’m afraid so.” They both turn to their consoles and prepare for the inevitable.”
The radio comes to life again. This time a monotone General comes over the radio. “Sierra one, Sierra four, Sierra six. You are ordered to execute strike package Charlie on the north eastern sector of Nogovastan. Target is ICBM launch facilities. Prepare to receive launch authentication. November, echo, sixer, oscar, tree, fife, mike. I repeat, november, echo, sixer, oscar, tree, fife, mike.
SSG Thompson and LT Williams both open their safes and crack open the authentication packets. “I confirm this is an authentic message.” Williams says
“I concur. The message is authentic.” Thompson replies.
“Sierra one, four, and six, report status.”
LT Williams switches on his mic. “Sierra one reports message is authentic. Starting launch sequence now.”
Williams grabs the keys from his safe and inserts them into the key slots in his console. “Staff Sergeant Thompson. Insert your keys and turn them to the open position on my mark. 3, 2, 1, Mark.” They turn the keys to the open position and the silo doors slam open, exposing the tip of the LGM-104 Peacekeeper missile. “Staff Sergeant Thompson, on my mark, turn your key to the launch position. 3, 2, 1, mark.” They both turn their keys. The solid rocket engine of the missile roars to life in its silo. Thompson and Williams feel the missiles shaking the facility. On their consoles, camera feeds show their missile streaking into the sky carrying thirteen, five megaton, thermonuclear warheads.
“I’m, I’m gonna step outside for some air. Is that ok?” Thompson says as he stands up.
“That’s fine. But you know all cell signals are being jammed. So you can’t call your wife or family.”
Thompson sighs. “I know, I know.” He says as he hangs his head and slowly walks out of the launch complex to the small vending machine area outside. From his seat outside, he watches squadrons of B-24s and F-32s take off with full ordinance loads.
WE HAVE MOVED TO LACONIKAS AND HAVE LEFT THE ALERIANS BEHIND
DEATH TO THE CADREANS AND THEIR INFIDELITY FOR BREAKING OUR UNION AS A REGION
THIS IS THEIR FAULT NOT THE FAULT OF THE TRUE SUCCESSORS TO CRASSIA AND GRECIA... LACONIKAS!!!
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What is going on?
Foledonia has played the long con and now stands victorious over all of Crassia. Get rekt nerds.
May the RMB of Crassia live forevermore...
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