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Today's World Census Report
The Most Primitive in Commonwealth Federation
Nations were ranked by World Census officials based on the number of natural phenomena attributed to the unknowable will of animal-based spirit gods.
As a region, Commonwealth Federation is ranked 16,544th in the world for Most Primitive.
|1.||The Sultanate of Busheney||Corporate Police State||“Memento Mori”|
|2.||The Empire of North Greenlandia||Scandinavian Liberal Paradise||“The Greater North”|
|3.||The United States of Larevia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Through it all”|
|4.||The Federation of F-Row||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Let's sit in F-row”|
|5.||The Republic of MIGLAND REPUBLIC||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“WE WILL RESTORE PRIDE IN THIS VERY FREE AND LONG LIVING”|
|6.||The Nomadic Peoples of Indian amarica||Democratic Socialists||“Guerreros rojos de postres rojos”|
|7.||The Sultanate of Neo-Songhai Dynasty||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Go forward, and never backward.”|
|8.||The Pimphood of Ghetto neighborhoods||Father Knows Best State||“Tupac is in cuba”|
|9.||The Republic of The Pit-||Anarchy||“Fight for your right to fight”|
|10.||The United States of Abcland||Corporate Bordello||“''to fight for peace and freedom''”|
- : Ombahe ceased to exist.
- : Arcyina ceased to exist.
- : The Empire of Forstorial departed this region for Morpheus.
- : Mmxxv ceased to exist.
- : Embassy cancelled between Soviet Democracy and Commonwealth Federation.
- : The Republic of American Nirvana departed this region for Lands End.
- : Ray-trill ceased to exist.
- : Baarm lovilracinitea ceased to exist.
- : The The Peoples Pride of Angrorria departed this region for The North Pacific.
- : The Republic of Merry Poppins departed this region for State of Alaska.
Commonwealth Federation Regional Message Board
((I already own Madura Island and have explored Tiwi Island))
"So you came here to demand more from us? We own Madura Island, the peoples' loyalties lie with us. And we can't promise you Tiwi Island, that's simply too close to Australia and Darwin, we've already explored it and assessed its suitability for settlement. We've done the hard work and we can't give that up to you." the President says, infuriated. "If you've just come here to make demands from us, you may as well leave before we do something rash. And by leave, I mean now, no deals and no trade."
The Second Nullabor War
The offensive was an astounding success, with the non-moving cars and non-firing guns of the Huns being useless against the tanks and motorised of the Swanovian Army. The Swanovians quickly reached Port Lincoln, taking hundreds of Huns prisoner and killing hundreds more who resisted. With this, the Huns surrendered their right to raid west of Port Augusta, and the area was quickly annexed by Swanovia.
Of course, we wouldn't force our demand upon yours we consider madura and tiwi island in mind cause it have a much bigger area of plainland than most of our island, needless to say, we respect swanovia people just like ours so that would leave Kangean island and other claims to be rightfully ours right?
and you would respect the outer area that protected by the federation?
"No, we cannot make any deals in terms of territory, we shall not make any demands of you, and we can only say that if we believe it infringes upon our destiny, we shall intervene. Again, we kindly ask you to leave before we change the deal further." The President says, obviously trying to hold back his anger at the audacity of the diplomats who have enjoyed the hospitality of Swanovia to demand anything further from the proud republic.
The Sky Darkens. . . - Worldwide
The people of Terra Connatus looked up in shock as the sun slowly disappeared from view. A shadow was cast across the planet, far darker than ever experienced; a black deeper than that of night, forlorn. Solemnified by the lack of clouds throughout the sky. It was a clear day, but for the ship. It was unlike anything they had seen before; a technology vastly superior to any that had experienced in their lifetimes. Hushed tones worriedly exchanged messages of fear and anxiety - the aliens had finally found us. Though, the aliens had been watching them for far longer than they had known. Though some had made contact, even they lacked the knowledge of the true identity of the recipient of their messages. The eager respondent to their cries for help, for friendship in a barren world. Even more, misjudged was their intent. As the people of Earth looked upon the ship in the sky they feared the aliens had come to colonise Earth. If only they knew they had been working to protect it. You see, reader, Terra Connatus was doomed; this much the Propter Omnipotentis knew. They had come to liberate humanity from its dying homeland, to transport them to a new Oasis.
For years the Galactic Federation tried in vain to right the passage of humankind, to restore the long-lost values of this August race. They tried in vain to protect Terra Connatus, to restore its environment for the continued pleasure of generations to come. They failed to see the roadblocks early on, choosing to ignore them, hoping that with time these barriers would be righted or surpassed. The greed of the Capitalist nations, the tyranny of the Autocratic; rampant inequality and destitute poverty. Though with time it became apparent that these sad realities were unavoidable on this long-cherished globe.
The Propter Omnipotentis were not naive, however. They did not blame humanity for its unfortunate disposition; the reality of the many is caused by the irresponsibility of the few. Soon the world would realise that these Demi-Gods were not to be feared; they came not in search of war, but indeed in peace.
Upon seeing the ships arrive the people of Fusou scramble to greet and kneel to the Propter Omnipotentis for their image resembles that of the Most Holy God Emperor.
Fire and Brimstone - Worldwide
As the Galactic Federation descends upon Terra Connatus, the world erupts into chaos. Shops and businesses are ransacked by Citizens panicking in the streets as they see the end is nigh. Those with access to weapons get them and return to the streets ready to fight the impending threat. Some shooting at the ships above them but to no avail. As the first Propter Omnipotentis step off of the ships they are met with gunfire, the bullets bouncing harmlessly off of their armour. It is then that they realise the reality of the situation on Earth. The people of Earth see not what they have done for it, merely that they are different from them. They cast them out upon first encounter as hostile, though they come in peace, in hopes of rescuing this dying race. The Propter are spat upon by some, heinous epithets thrown at them left and right, they are called traitors and saboteurs for their simple act of kindness to the planet they never got the chance to call home.
It took little observation, though Humanity cared not to give any, that these foreign soldiers came unarmed. Though they were plastered in armour, and wouldn't you be too, they carried not guns and knives, but messages of solidarity and peace. Some took heed to this simple fact and began to accept them for what they were, divine liberators of a people destroyed by their most elite; others hid behind their ignorance, instead testing the Propter's patience. Though in time, even they would come to see the light. Then, a booming voice filled the heavens, the Caesar was ready to deliver his address.
Caesar Donatello di Niccolo: [as the Galactic Forces descend upon Earth] Heathens, Infidels, Blasphemers. Look upon me for I am your saviour. Numbered are the days in which you call this wretched wasteland your home. Its beauty and grace stolen by the races entrusted to protect it. Long have we tried to guide your unworthy hands, teach you to cherish these precious lands and preserve them as your ancestors did long before you. You were selfish; the sacrifices made by those before you were beneath thee, long forgotten for the sake of efficiency and advancement, ease and luxury. Stories told, those of old, of He that made this for you, in hopes you would cherish His sacrifices long forgotten, His work unappreciated and left to rot as you industrialised. War and greed replaced love and peace; co-operation and co-existence long forgotten as those who craved power continued to do everything to obtain more. A virgin race corrupted by the sweet taste of the forbidden fruit. Soon, you shall all meet your maker.
[Citizen of Earth Approaches him]
Citizen: God will protect us, he won't allow this.
Caesar: What God is this? You bow at the foot of a Lord who never hears your cries for help, for what? In your darkest days, I gave you guidance; on your coldest nights I brought you warmth. When your cries for the sweet release of death fell upon deaf ears I lifted your head and wiped your tears. What God turns his back on those he formed in thine divine image? He but not I. I am your God now and here he lies; read, ye, his epitaph:
“Here lies a toppled God, his fall was not a small one; why did ye build his pedestal, this narrow and tall one?”
This is Farewell - Worldwide
Some come with the Propter Omnipotentis willingly, cherishing the good done for their people. They accept this new order, not at face value, but out of a deeper understanding of what it means: freedom from the tyranny of Terra Connatus. These are the few that cherished the beauty of their former homelands, the bustling communities, and thriving epicenters. The ones who saw a chance as the communities became intertwined, but were hopelessly let down by the final result. Others will stay, abandoned on the sinking ship by those who offered them liberty. They will not be left by force but by their own choice. Whether brainwashed by the old world order, unable to see what is wrong with the Earth, or simply because they are in power, and are not one of the forgotten many. For whatever reason, they will choose to stay; though they will always find a home on Civitas.
No matter what you choose, one thing reigns true:
God is no longer here to protect you.
The sound of artillery fire filled the neon-lit streets of Neo Vegas, as the Mojavean army and citizenry fight back against the interstellar invaders. The 69th Rangers are not anywhere to be seen in the barren deserts they are meant to defend, ordered by the Overseer Council to lead several thousand to safety in Area 51, which has recently been pacified. Among the refugees are the entire population of the Gorisoids, and portable databanks containing many cultural and technological records.
"The refugee ships should be here any minute." Dan Marino said, checking his antique apple watch. Suddenly, dozens of refugee ships descend from the stars, landing on the gritty sand below. "Welp, our ride's here, fellas. Let's ride"
However, this was short lived. As the refugee ships ascended, the sky lit up with a massive laser: a secret weapon hidden deep within the Sierra Nevadas. It fried ship after ship, not discerning between civilian and military target in it's desperate attempt to save the Libertarian Republic. The sky lit up in morbid fireworks as the entire nuclear arsenal of Great Mojave is launched at the space italians. Only a small ship of the gorisoids, containing the cultural and technological records culminated over hundreds of years, remained, travelling to Civitas.
Great Mojave was reduced to an irradiated desert, polluted with thousands of rads of cleansing radiation as the Mojaveans selfishly fought to the last man, the last nuke, the last bullet. Only the plucky refugees remained, carrying on the culture of their human predecessors.