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I live inside my Pineal Gland. I am a Potato Kugel, after all.
How about you, sir?
Pretty good.
also forgot i asked this
Heya all! Been a bit quiet around here!
I just wanted to check in and let everyone know that we're still ticking! If you haven't joined the discord, we'd love to meet you! Recruitment has been on pause and we've stabilized around 90 nations or so. I'm planning on turning the API back on and with the more hectic season over, we should be ramping up our role play again soon. We're jumping into the storyline with The Brotherhood of Malice and we're very excited to see what will come!
For new people or those just browsing our regional page, Hi there!
How's everyone doing? Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
.... That's today??
I'M BACK! I didn't even realize I CTE'd.
Welcome back!!!!
Happy Prrrrrrrim!
Bazinga!
Ooh, I acquired 21 new banners in one fell swoop - how supremely decadent! :P
*Miaows happily*
Praised be the Unicorn! The sheep is back!
Long ago, in the forums of an entirely unrelated website, a user started a thread about an online nation simulator game he'd discovered. He wondered if he could recruit a few of the locals to join him in creating a region and succeeded in luring a dozen or so people to a place called NationStates.net. One of those people decided to name their new nation after a country they'd invented in the games of their childhood many years prior - a country named Rhanukhan. Unlike all the other players who CTE'd within a matter of months, Rhanukhan persisted, and today celebrates twenty years since that first moment. *raises glass of finest Grookh in salute* Jarnomutyunoba! :D
In Rhanukhan's history that day is recorded as the end of a tattered and failing monarchy and the beginning of the nation's transformation into the powerful democratic republic you see before you now. Read the entries, "The Final Dominus" and "Mother of the Nation", should you wish to see how that time is remembered IC - nation=rhanukhan/detail=factbook/id=1752648#Final
*baas jauntily. The sheep has been here the whole time. Plotting.*
i live once more in NS form
Oh, heya Rhan! I didn't think you were in Caer Sidi, nice to see you!
fyi, this is 
Moroseraiqus speaking⠀⠀:P
Oh boy, I can't wait to become a living mass of bone and tendon!!! (this is a form of liberation)
*One of the sheeps breaks off from the herds and approaches a certain overgrown message board. The sheep shakes its body and a swarm of sheep-sprites rise from its wool and swarm the message board, removing the lichen and moss which have grown to cover it, stripping the paint from the wood and redoing it. In a matter of minutes the board stands like new before the semi-benevolent ungulate. It baas as the sprites return to its wool and a new paper appears on the message board: *
"unOFFICIAL QUESTION OF THE WHENEVER:
The nearby kingdom of Quesera is celebrating the 500th anniversary of their founding, there is a massive party planned and no fewer than four messengers have arrived with invitations for you to attend, from various court nobles and personages. However; this has left you in a bind. It is not the kind of bind where you need a new outfit or there are several guests arguing to be your plus one (though Anj the Bard has been dropping hints down at the tavern that they'd like to go with you). No, your bind is that, according to your records and memories, it has actually only been 498 years since Quesera was founded.
This revelation will no doubt dampen the festivities, but such a historical inaccuracy may throw off things like prophecies, destinies, and other fore-ordained events... if any such things exist.
Do you tell them? Why?"
go dislike it.
page=wonder/wid=1003946
only 7 hours left
I would tell them, at the end of the night as all the festivities wind down broadcast over a loud speaker, all the joy, jollity, and good memories Ruined!!!! Its Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrilliant!
Aynia sat on the hillside engrossed in a book, surrounded by a herd of fluffy sheep. She had lost track of exactly how long she'd been sitting there reading but her head lifted when she saw one sheep leave the herd and go over to the message board. She smiled as she knew this sheep, they were one of her favourites. She watched curiously as the sheep cleaned off the message board and a new question appeared. Glad to take advantage of the moment she got up and wandered over to the board to read the question. She thought for a minute and then decided she would just keep the fact that the residents of Quesera were off by two years to herself. She really wanted to go to that party. Maybe in two years time she'll let them know and they can celebrate all over again.
*baas a greeting*
Minas Tyrrith and Vaudere
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