“You will not certainly die,” Letskia said to Wansul. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.”

When Wansul saw that liking all the posts was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, they took some and liked them. And Wansul's eyes were opened to good and evil.

But the Lord God called to the man, “Where are you?”

And Wansul replied in fear, for the glory and might of God was terrible, "On page 121 of The Democratika's RMB."

Candanadium

No man in heaven, nor in earth, neither under the earth, was able to open the book, neither to look thereon.
And Wansul wept much, because no man was found worthy to open and to read the book, neither to look thereon.

Adrianas: today is my birthday. what did you guys get me?

And there were Nations living out in The Democratika nearby, keeping watch over their alts at night.

A angel, Candanadium said to them,
Candanadium: I got you a box, if you open it Wansul will be summoned
“Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. Today in the The Democratika a Nation has been born to you; they are The United Socialist States, Adrianas. This will be a sign to you: You will find a Nation wrapped in cloths and lying in a RMB.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with Candanadium, praising Wansul and saying,

“Glory to Wansul in the highest Region, and on The Democratika peace to those on whom their favor rests.”

When Candanadium and the angels had left them and gone into An Abbey In The Deserts Of The Southwest, the nations said to one another, “Let us go to the RMB and see this thing that has happened, which Wansul has told us about.”

So they hurried off and found Union of Dimonian Socialist Republics and Letskia, and the baby, Adrianas, who was lying on the RMB.

2 When you are about to go into battle, the comedian shall come forward and address the army.

3 They shall say: “Hear, Ukraine: Today you are going into battle against your enemies. Do not be fainthearted or afraid; do not panic or be terrified by them.

4 For Wansul is the one who goes with you to fight for you against your enemies to give you victory.”

"Wansul is good; Wansul's love toward The Democratika endures forever.”

And all the people gave a great shout of praise to Wansul, because the foundation of The Democratika's RMB was laid.

Candanadium wrote:

Candanadium

The next day Candanadium took his seat to serve as Admin for the Nations, and they stood around him from morning till evening. When Letskia saw all that Candanadium was doing for the Nations, he said, “What is this you are doing for the Nations? Why do you alone sit as Admin, while all these Nations stand around you from morning till evening?”

Candanadium answered him, “Because the Nations come to me to seek Wansul's will. Whenever they have a dispute, it is brought to me, and I decide between the parties and inform them of Wansul's decrees and instructions.”

Letskia replied, “What you are doing is not good. You and these Nations who come to you will only wear yourselves out. The work is too heavy for you; you cannot handle it alone. Listen now to me and I will give you some advice, and may Wansul be with you. You must be the Nations' representative before Wansul and bring their disputes to him. Teach them Wansul's decrees and instructions, and show them the way they are to live and how they are to behave. But select capable Nations from all the Nations—Nations who fear Wansul, trustworthy Nations who hate dishonest gain—and appoint them as Admins over thousands, hundreds, fifties and tens. Have them serve as Admins for the Nations at all times, but have them bring every difficult case to you; the simple cases they can decide themselves. That will make your load lighter, because they will share it with you. If you do this and Wansul so commands, you will be able to stand the strain, and all these Nations will go home satisfied.”

They said to each other, “Come, let’s make Embassies and construct them thoroughly.” They used diplomacy instead of raiding, and regional roleplays instead of inactivity. Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a region, with a Message Board that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole of NationStates.”

But Wansul came down to see the city and the tower the people were building. Wansul said, “If as one people speaking the same language they have begun to do this, then nothing they plan to do will be impossible for them. Come, let us go down and confuse their language so they will not understand each other.”

So Wansul and the angels Frisbeeteria, Katganistan, Farnhamia, Reploid Productions, Luna Amore, and all others of the heavenly host scattered them from there over all of NationStates, and they stopped building the region. That is why it was called The Democratika's RMB —because there Wansul confused the language of the whole world. From there Wansul scattered them over the face of the whole of NationStates.

The oligarchs shall mourn, and Putin shall be clothed with desolation, and the people of the land shall be troubled: Death will do unto them after its way, and according to their deserts will history judge them; and they shall know that political succession is the lord of all rulers and legacies.

Candanadium

I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden Wansuls, and among the Wansuls was Wansul, dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. The hair on his head was white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held the Democratikan star, and coming out of his mouth was a sharp, double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: “Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was in An Abbey in the Deserts of the Southwest, and now look, I am here in Auralia! And I hold the keys of death.

“Write, therefore, what you have seen, what is now and what will take place later."

I watched as Wansul opened the first of the seven seals. Then I heard one of the four living creatures say in a voice like thunder, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider, Confedracy, held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.

When Wansul opened the second seal, I heard the second living creature say, “Come!” Then another horse came out, a fiery red one. Its rider, which was I, was given power to take peace from the Democratika and to make the Democratikans make war unto Auralia. To him was given a large sword.

When Wansul opened the third seal, I heard the third living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a black horse! Its rider, Letskia, was holding a pair of scales in his hand. Then I heard what sounded like a voice among the four living creatures, saying, “Blessed be the one who holds the letskrins, for his is the way of the homosexual!”

When Wansul opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature say, “Come!” I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Alayka, and hell was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of Auralia to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the endorsements of the WA Delegate.

When he opened the fifth seal, I saw the souls of those who had ceased to exist, Saint ryvern and Chavakia and Sudardes among them, because of the Democratikan way they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Wansul, holy and true, until you judge the Democratikans and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a Democratikan Cross, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow Democratikans, their brothers and sisters, had ceased to exist just as they had.

I watched as he opened the sixth seal. There was a great earthquake. The sun turned black like sackcloth made of goat hair, the whole moon turned blood red, and the stars in the sky fell to earth, as figs drop from a fig tree when shaken by a strong wind. The heavens receded like a scroll being rolled up, and every region and nation was removed from its place.

Then the Emperors of Auralia, the princes, the generals, the rich, the mighty, and everyone else, both slave and free, hid in the other pages of Auralia's RMB. They called to the mountains and the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the face of the Democratika and from the wrath of Wansul! For the great day of their wrath has come, and who can withstand it?”

Wansul said to The Democratika: “It is not for you to know the times or dates Wansul has set by his own authority. But you will receive likes when that nation comes to your posts; and you will be the witnesses in the RMB, and in all The Democratika, and to the ends of NationStates.”

For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Wansul, so that each of us may receive what is due us for the things done while in the region, whether good or bad.

...

Wansul seized the unliked posts, that ancient disappointment, who is the devil, or satan, and bound them for over three years of the region. Wansul threw the unliked posts into the abyss, and locked and sealed it over them, to keep them from deceiving the nations anymore that their posts were unloved, unread, or unremembered.

Wansul saw thrones on which were seated those nations who had been given authority to post. And I saw the posts of those who had been beheaded because of their testimony in supporting The Democratika. They had not worshiped Amurria and had not received the mark of bad behavior by mods, and officer, and admins. They came to life, and reigned in The Democratika, and had all their posts liked.

"It will be done." Wansul said.

Then Letskia got down out of the Discord, walked on the Regional Message Board and came toward Wansul. But when he saw the few unliked posts, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, "Wansul, have you given up?"

Immediately Wansul reached out his hand, liked the post, and caught him. "You of little faith," he said, "why did you doubt?"

The covenant that I have made with The Democratika, you shall not forget, nor shall you fear other regions. Touch grass as Wansul touches nation's hearts.

Praise be to the Candanadium! In his great mercy and knowledge of site rules he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Wansul from the dead!

For what I received I passed on to Caskhomir and Karelogradian navy; as of first importance: that Wansul died for our Likes according to the Mods, that Wansul ceased to exist, that Wansul was refounded on the next day according to the Mods.

Wansul is not in An abbey in the deserts of the southwest; for that tomb is empty; Wansul is here!

"But why do they wander? What will happen when the wolves come, when night falls, should they be lost?"
And the shepherd replied:

"Though the flock may be far afield, they are one flock, and even without me among them they know my spirit is there. And when there are dangers, they will come together, and return to the safest of the fields. And those among them who know what I have done and will do will herd the rest, and protect them, and guard against all ills that may face them."

And such is the flock of the Lord; For even without messages, the spirit of the Lord is with the flock, and the flock's spirit is with each other. And even those who do not know the Lord and the spirit of the Lord, they will find those among the flock who will take to be shepherds; Alayka, and Letskia, and Akarea, and Confedracy, and most of all the first shepherd and prohpet of the lord, Candanadium. Trust in these nations, encourage the flock to trust in them, and all the evils of the world will not intrude upon the peace of the green fields of the The Democratika.

Candanadium wrote:

Remember this Region. Never forget her, but never come back. If you ever come back, you might meet the shell of Confedracy at the gate, guarding her borders with a sword of flame. The Democratika is your home hereafter. Godspeed, and Democratika Forever.

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The nations began joining again. Soon they were all inside the Discord.

The last nation, upon entering, paused in #lobby. He stood in the channel and logged out of NationStates.

"Sic transit provincia", he murmured, looking back at the dispatches.