WA Delegate: None.
Founder: The United Kingdom of North Point
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Insurance Industry in Strangereal
As a region, Strangereal is ranked 14,756th in the world for Largest Insurance Industry.
|1.||The United Kingdom of Estovakian territories||Iron Fist Consumerists||“From northern shores to southern seas”|
|2.||The United Kingdom of North Point||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Peace, Neutrality, and Security”|
|3.||The Federal Republic of Belka||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Nation capture? Confirmed!”|
|4.||The Reborn Republic of Recta||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“For the Republic!”|
|5.||The Socialist Republic of Adamas Islands||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Patria o Muerte”|
|6.||The Federal Republic of Eastern Osea||New York Times Democracy||“Securing the unfriendly skies.”|
|7.||The United Federation of West Osea||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Osea invicta.”|
|8.||The Union of Yuktobanian Republics||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Разделение позади, единства перед нами!”|
|9.||The Federation of Averyverse Osea||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Perennis Libertas”|
- 9 days ago: The Empire of Coros departed this region for The Pacific.
- 9 days ago: The Empire of Coros arrived from The Pacific.
- 14 days ago: The United Kingdom of Estovakian territories arrived from Mythadiea.
- 24 days ago: Embassy cancelled between The Black Riders and Strangereal.
- 26 days ago: The Blue Falcon of Fortis Bellator departed this region for Internet Explorer.
- 26 days ago: The Blue Falcon of Fortis Bellator arrived from The Darwinish Coalition.
- 26 days ago: The Matriarchy of Cheater 8 departed this region for The Black Riders.
- 26 days ago: The Matriarchy of Cheater 8 arrived from The Black Riders.
- 27 days ago: The Union of Yuktobanian Republics arrived from Balder.
- 27 days ago: The United Kingdom of North Point altered the region's flag.
Strangereal Regional Message Board
JANUARY 12TH, 2020
A single figure stepped out of the doorway, and into the crosshairs. He held the door for another man, who the sniper recognized immediately as his target. The sniper moved his crosshairs over the target's chest. He evaluated the shot. It would need to be perfect, spanning through gaps between several destroyed buildings, passing a ravine, and finally hitting the target, 2.7 miles away. The sniper placed his hand on the dial of the scope, twisting it slowly, so it would turn just a millimetre. The perfect setting.
The sniper observed the leaves of the trees. As the distance increased, the chances that wind could be different speeds at several points throughout the route increased. The sniper could see at least 3 different wind-speeds, and the wind over the fields near the target was unknown. The sniper exhaled, and blinked at the sweat running down his brow. Calculations were running through his head at breakneck speed.
The target started walking, and pulled out a cigar. The smoke blew to the east. "Bingo" thought the sniper. There was his wind-speed marker. The bullet drop was a simple formula to calculate, and the suction from the ravine was only a small factor to add. His crosshairs moved to the proper location. The sniper's finger closed on the trigger. He exhaled.
He felt a strange pull in his right temple. Swinging his crosshairs towards the destroyed buildings, he saw a flash. The sniper ducked as a .50 cal bullet tore away the railing on the balcony he lay on. The sniper fired off a quick shot from the hip, and the enemy gunman ducked into cover. The sniper aimed back at his target. The man was running to the corner of the building, and would reach it in 5 seconds. The sniper aimed and fired. Wood splinters and dust erupted just a few inches in front of the target. A miss. The enemy gunman came out of cover and a bullet whizzed by the sniper's head.
The sniper saw his target round the corner, and the whole world slowed down. The sniper pulled back the bolt and pushed it forward, bringing another round into the chamber. The casing flew from the rifle, arcing towards the floor. The target disappeared behind the building. The sniper decided his .50 cal bullet could go through the wall, and he took 1/100 of a second to aim and squeeze the trigger.
The bullet went soaring past the destroyed buildings, barely missing a plank of burning wood. It spiralled past a clump of apple trees, which were gently blowing in the wind. The bullet started drifting, but the sniper had compensated properly. The suction from the valley dropped the bullet a fraction of an inch, but this too had been computed. The building raced into view, and the bullet hit the first wall. The bullet went through the two inches of wood, entered the interior, then exited through the next wall. The target was in mid stride when the bullet came through the wall, burst through his ribcage, pierced both lungs, and lodged itself in-between two of the his left ribs.
The man fell, and bled on the ground. The force of the bullet had reached his heart, and within seconds, Karl Kupchenko was dead.
The sniper dove to the ground, exiting through a hole in the floor. He reloaded his rifle, and snuck through an old pipe into the ruins of an abandoned Belkan city. He had a long way to go before extraction to Silvat.
I do not if any of you remember me, but I once was known as San Salvacion- before it cease to exist within the region. I have decided to retire that particular nation, and start using this one within the region. Recta is a neighbor of Belka so we should have quite an interesting history between our two great nations.