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Regional Power: Very High
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Basket Weaving Sector in the Pacific
World Census agents infiltrated a variety of out-of-the-way towns and festivals in order to determine which nations have the most developed Basket Weaving industries.
As a region, the Pacific is ranked 9,571st in the world for Largest Basket Weaving Sector.
|1.||The Dominion of Teufelvolk||Civil Rights Lovefest Nation-Hating Hippies||“Fight to the death!”|
|2.||The NPO High Inquisitor of Myrth||Compulsory Consumerist State Aspirational Worker State||“You may all stop clapping at the ringing of the bell.”|
|3.||The Dictatorship of Overdosed crackheads||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“Obey or die”|
|4.||The Archduchy of Flammania||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“God will smite our foes!”|
|5.||The Republic of Urial94||Iron Fist Consumerists Champions of Commerce||“Strength Through Freedom”|
|6.||The Empire of Mystery7||Democratic Socialists Hell||“We Are Here!”|
|7.||The Glorious Kingdom of Flanderlion||Psychotic Dictatorship Communist Dictatorship||“Dale before all. Eliminate the non-believers.”|
|8.||The Republic of Epiaris10||Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Liberal Dictatorship||“By The People For The People”|
|9.||The Imperial Reich of Kilkvo||Moralistic Democracy Ordinary Decent Hardworking People||“Gott Mit Uns, Wir Werden Imperia ”|
|10.||The Empire of Hynerian||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Communists||“We Will Endure”|
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- : The Community of Maede was founded.
- : The Matriarchy of Sentehamaria was founded.
- : The Democratic Republic of French Alamia was founded.
- : The Matriarchy of Blameless Canada departed this region for The Coalition of Governments.
- : The Federation of The Southern United Islands departed this region for The Islamic Commune.
- : The Sultanate of Sabah Darussalam departed this region for The region of car lovers.
- : The Matriarchy of Blameless Canada was founded.
- : The Federation of The Southern United Islands was founded.
- : The Republic of Liammland departed this region for Conch Kingdom.
- : The Empire of We have drugs was founded.
The Pacific Regional Message Board
(Give me a moment, I'll push forth, but I just wanted to get this out of the way. I'll add more on later.)
Brain: Make a Kancolle nation
Brain: Make a Just Cause Nation
Brain: Make a Killzone nation
Brain: Make a Red Faction Nation
Brain: Make a Neko Nation
Brain: Make a Final Fantasy XV Nation
Brain: Make a Far Cry 6 Nation
Me: Can you decide on something and stick with it?
I hate my brain.
Cermiersia Part 2.
Arrival to the airport was quite a usual affair... as far as airports are concerned. Things were smooth, and the aircraft was given landing permission quite swiftly upon entering the airspace of the HIA. Of course, the landing wasn't so pleasant... it was a harsh landing, and the wind tried to knock the aircraft off course, though it didn't happen, luckily for her... a second accident was avoided, and in her current state she probably wouldn't have survived a plane, even if her clothing had kept most of the sharp metal and force away from her torso.
Reaching the terminal was also a fairly typical affair... the plane taxied normally, if a bit confusedly and with some meandering. Though, actually disembarking from the aircraft wasn't so easy... as most stood up without regard for others, and started trying to leave as soon as possible, causing a backlog effect and slowing everyone down further... which meant that Arsonen was delayed... despite her position in the aircraft not being the worst of the bunch. The Faunus that was sitting next to her decided to wait, which prolonged things further... but, eventually, she got out of there... helped by her lack of luggage or belongings.
Though, she didn't make it far into the terminal, before she was stopped by a well-dressed airport security officer. While others were allowed to go onwards, to the security checkpoint managed by the Department of Border Access and Control. This officer was concerned with her state of well-being, considering the dried blood, clear scabbed-over nature of previous wounds... and the general conditions of her clothing, which the officer noted as being absolutely unsuited to the climate she was now standing in.
They asked her if she required medical aid, and if she would be willing to have some spare emergency clothes provided to her, while also asking if she had any ID on her.
(Note: You can continue from here if you'd like. The officer is going to be stubborn about the first two, while accepting if she doesn't have ID. Municipal citizens are a lot more concerned about people than the average Cermiersian.
Also, keep in mind: Medicare is a right in the country, and is absolutely free, not sure if Arsonen would know about that.)
"They complain, they riot, and they murder. They justify their actions through rights for all people yet we gave them said rights. When they complained we made agreements. Things worked. And yet they rose and slaughtered. We didn't start this war, but this is a war we shall win. The middle class supports us, and with there support we are unstoppable together. Then maybe we shall live in a future were the barbarians and thieves are crushed and our great world, guided by the gods shall be saved."
~Madlious Miridocs, Estate owner and supporter of Aristocratic Reactionaryism
Before the age of socialism under the threat of riots many landowning aristocrats made deals with their workers that if they were more productive they would be awarded with rights and higher pay. The wage agreements continued until the founding of ulitarianism due to some less kind landowners. Soon kind ones were killed so thus relations thereafter soured significantly. Most estates in cermieria were destoryed in the civil war and seized during the egnar regime, leaving only very few people who were old aristocrats left in the country.
Have you heard anything back on getting NDR restored yet?
Although she generally knew and researched how to get into the country well on the way, their was a significant problem. Her language was old cermierian, an untranslated language which was not available on foreign automatic translators due to the language security of caesian states. As a result absolutely nothing she said could be even remotely understood by the guard. She tried to say she was fine and that she didn't need any medical treatment at the moment regardless of if it was cheap and she was definitely not going to switch out of her aristocratic clothing for a poor man's cloth, even if bloodied. The only people who could understand her was another old cermierian, which meant having two of 9 million people which was a lot less than most populations of which quite a few could be illiterate or Monolingual. Of course she like many other reactionaries believed that MoA was founded by a groups of skilled craftsman (not peasants because the lower class can't found complex civilizations of course) from around the world. So there must have been an old cermierian somewhere as they were pretty skilled. Right? Right? Her cermiersian on the other hand was poor and she disliked using the language, even if it was more likely to be understood. All being said and done this all devolved into a situation were she could communicate very little to the security officer at all.
Which meant that the security officer really could only default to their basic thoughts and feelings about the situation, as Arsonen's words, indeed, weren't understood at all by the security guard... with such a simple breakdown of linguistics and the confusion that it brings, the officer took to doing the only thing that would make any sense in such a situation to them. They made an attempt to lead Arsonen away, though they tried to make an attempt to communicate that they were going to bring her somewhere away from the security checkpoint so things could be worked out. Though the guard was now unsure if she understood a word that they were saying.
This other area was clearly a small security office, it wasn't hard to tell based on the collection of officers around the door that led into it. The explanation the officer gave left little to be known to her, though the officer was speaking in a tone and with language that suggested it wasn't going to be harmful or dangerous, though there was no proof to that either.
As far as she's really properly aware, they're taking her to a security office, possibly to be questioned... and if she can't answer questions, that is where things might take a turn for the worse.
If Arsonen was ever scared in the situation, she never showed it. She learned to never to be scared of anything, because scared people don't make rational decisions. She was at first hesitant to follow the security guard but she quickly followed after thinking that she would get deported if she didn't and another day in nyfa and she'd have enough anger to take on their criminal organizations all on her own. She kept a calm and regal deminer and walked with the security officer to whatever destination.
She was simply lead to this security office, which, upon further inspection... was actually larger than it's small external footprint would suggest. Entry into this building was easy... and came with the surprise of the entrance door sliding open, with a simple tap of the security officer's ID tag against it... needlessly fancy, but regardless, an interesting door...
Further inside, she was led through several hallways, past other officers, who spoke to the one leading Arsonen... some, did so in different languages from the officer's own English... which caused the guard to reply very simply and blunt, using the bare minimum language required to get their point across.
It wasn't until Arsonen was led into a separate room, that she and this officer were isolated from the rest of the airport's occupants and staff. It was a fairly typical room, a table with three seats... a table that looked oddly bulky and metallic for something so simple... possibly a conscious design choice, or a sign of something else. All that could really be known was that the officer ordered her to sit in the chair furthest from the door... and then moved to depart the room themselves... possibly, to get a superior or specialist officer.