WA Delegate (non-executive): The Desert Republic of Nearly Finland (elected )
Founder: The Republic of Tessen
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The Most Inclusive in American Union
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|1.||The Desert Republic of Nearly Finland||Civil Rights Lovefest||“Unus pro omnibus, omnes pro uno”|
|2.||The Constitutional Republic of Imperial Curacao||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Love Forever, Stand Forever”|
|3.||The Democratic States of Cascadia and Columbia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Free and United We Stand”|
|4.||The Kingdom of Medinan||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Diu Vivat rex Operi Medinan”|
|5.||The Shadow Government of The Greys||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Go back to sleep”|
|6.||The Republic of Sandinista Nicaragua||Corrupt Dictatorship||“En Dios confiamos”|
|7.||The Republic of North Andia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Free, Independent, and Secure”|
|8.||The Republic of British West Indies AU||Corporate Bordello||“He hath founded it upon the seas”|
|9.||The British Territory of New Britanna||Capitalist Paradise||“Munit Haec et Altera Vincit”|
|10.||The Parliamentary Democracy of British Canada AU||Corporate Bordello||“-”|
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American Union Regional Message Board
December 23, 1917̃, Gallup, New Mexico.
Jay turned around towards the strange man who had called. He was leaning over the bar counter near the wide window in the front, talking to Bart. The bartender smiled and disappeared through a gap between the shelves of the back wall, like a secret entrance. He returned with a glass full of some pitch-black liquid. The one in the sweat-soaked uniform raised the glass, presenting it proudly to everyone, then downed it with a shudder. A smattering of applause followed. When Jay approached, the man immediately twisted his frame into an elegant bow. "Sir Jay Walker. On behalf of the mail service of this grand province of New Mexico, I, Roger Borotra, humbly present this gift to you. A letter." After placing the letter in Jay's hands, Roger's eyes scanned for a reaction, and he was disappointed that his mail recipient didn't instantly recognise his celebrity status. Jay looked at the mailman in confusion. He looked like he had just outrun a grizzly, tripped and rolled down a hill, and was still as proud as someone who had punched the grizzly out with their bear hands. True, the lawyer-in-training hadn't been here long, but the post office was just a ways downtown. "Excuse me, but did you run all of the way here?" The mailman struck another proud pose, making sure his star badge prominently reflected the electric lights. "Why, of course I did! Is that not the proper way to commute?" Of course, he was replying in a voice loud enough for every customer to hear, and Harry felt the need to interject. "Your horse break down again, pal?" Roger gave him a mockingly tearful nod, then flicked one eye upwards and turned his head, signaling that he had a job to do. One of the customers at a table near the front seemed to know him well, as when his stack of mail came, he offered a plate of pastries in exchange. Jay retook his seat in a spot of confusion, immediately opening the unexpected letter. Harry leaned over to get a look at it. "Well? What'd you win?"
Suddenly, Jay's resting frown disappeared into a laugh as sharp and short as lightning. A beaming grin replaced it, unsteady only from his inexperience with such an expression. "It's from Perle!" he exclaimed, his relief betraying his stance of certainty that the rest of the Earth was fine. Clive and Harry screeched their chairs in close behind him, so they could read over his shoulder. Clive clapped him on the back, straining to think of something better to say than "Yay, not all of your friends are dead." He finally decided on just saying "Merry Christmas, mate" through the best smile he could manage. At that moment, they became aware of the sound of rain outside. Roger's head jerked up, eyes wide and hand on heart, as if to say "My life just flashed before my eyes." Had he arrived later, he would have been drenched. The customer at the piano resumed his playing, a few, soft, slow chords at a time that blended with the rain. Jay knew little of music, but for some reason the sound reminded him of gently rolling waves.
The three finally started reading with the rapidity of curiosity.
"Dear Jay Walker,
I am immensely relieved to learn that you are alive and well, via the information that you had been making inquiries. Owing to my condition, I am currently confined to my room in the Stanford Hospital, but I am glad to be alive. How are you doing? I assume that you have only arrived recently, and, though I am unsure of how much you already know, I will tell you all I am able about the world we have found ourselves in. As you certainly must know, we are both in another universe and the past. Most knowledge of gateways suggests that while they lead to alternate universes, location and time remain constants, but clearly this is not always the case. I have learned of about a score of others thus far who have been transported in the same way, and thanks to my fixed location, the hospital lobby has turned into a meeting spot for most of us. Though it is only 1917 here, Nearly Finland exists as a brand-new nation already, and there are many similarities between timelines. I am unsure how to best state the next detail to you, but it must be said. I have had both the misfortune and fortune to meet Ms. Alphy Pettigrew, one of our scientists. I could hardly ask for someone more qualified to describe the situation to me. When I met her, Ms. Pettigrew seemed distant, barely aware of her surroundings, and I soon grew to understand her state. There is no way to sugarcoat this, to do anything besides either avoid the truth, or tell it in its full brutality. Our world as we know it no longer exists. Though nobody could dare claim that they understand the mechanics behind all of this, it seems our world became unstable, slowly dotting itself with gaps in reality, until it filled with them, and rapidly tore itself apart. It is as if the timeline had simply ceased to be. Speculation about a possible cause is near-impossible, but it must have been some cosmic catastrophe far beyond our comprehension. But there is still a silver lining. Some of us were indeed saved, through the gaps in reality that linked themselves to other, related realities, but it is apparently very doubtful that this is the only such world. In other words, many others could have found themselves in similar situations to us - lost in a strange new world, with few people, if any, to turn to. Though I know not how to accomplish it, I hold the hope that someday, somehow, we will find the others."
It ended there, no "from" or "sincerely". Clive tried to put a reassuring hand on Jay's shoulder, who shook it off and whirled around. His face contorted with a dozen expressions, his calm frown struggling mightily to reestablish itself even as a single tear ran down. "Are you ok?" asked Harry, his nonchalance replaced with hesitation. "NO!" Jay suddenly yelled, pounding his fist on the table. The piano stopped. "I never rage! I never cry! I never break down, I never fume, I never sing, I never laugh! I have earned the right to not be fine!" Everyone was looking at him, sympathy in their eyes, but of course he just felt boxed in, trapped and surrounded. In a flash, the door slammed, Jay disappearing into the night. Even then, he had left a stack of coins on the bar counter, not forgetting to pay. Clive and Harry spoke in low, somber voices, staring at the table. "We've known, haven't we?" "Yeah. Merry Christmas." On the other side of the room, Roger was unused to this stifling, forbidding atmosphere, and the fact that he could no longer be the centre of attention. From what little he had been able to gather, one of the letters he had delivered held grave news, perhaps the death of one of the recipient's relatives. There was nothing for it but to try and stop the man from catching his death, so he grabbed a couple of random coats from the wall, and disappeared outside. The mood didn't cast its cloud over the pub for long, and, in a few minutes, everyone resumed their lives. The only trace of something gone wrong was the torn letter, sitting on a table inhabited by two in a gloomy mood.
I'm actually going to be claiming France and all its territories, including Louisianna, and I'd be happy to allow you to control some western states as a governor, at least at first anyway.
To whoever's getting it... can I has Nevada?
I don't know if I can just give away land. We'll see. I'm open to it though.