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WA Delegate (non-executive): The Empire of ShrewLlamaLand (elected )

Founder: The Shadow Cult of Jocospor

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Most World Assembly Endorsements: 19th Most Influential: 74th Most Nations: 85th+25
Largest Black Market: 497th Most Corrupt Governments: 528th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 602nd Most Advanced Defense Forces: 635th Largest Manufacturing Sector: 684th Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 727th Most Patriotic: 753rd Most Valuable International Artwork: 1,045th Largest Mining Sector: 1,082nd Most Devout: 1,096th Highest Average Incomes: 1,144th Lowest Crime Rates: 1,209th Highest Poor Incomes: 1,361st Highest Wealthy Incomes: 1,368th Largest Retail Industry: 1,444th Largest Information Technology Sector: 1,536th Largest Governments: 1,584th Most Subsidized Industry: 1,620th Most Authoritarian: 1,709th Most Scientifically Advanced: 1,873rd Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 2,284th Most Avoided: 2,357th Most Advanced Public Education: 2,365th Most Advanced Public Transport: 2,395th Most Secular: 2,434th
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Jocospor survived. And the Shadows have lifted...


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  • The Confederation's government is headed by the Emperor's Mouth and Will, Sir Aleksandr Ivanov HCF, of Depackya.

  • Join the World Assembly and endorse the Lady of Loathing of ShrewLlamaLand.

  • Join the World Assembly to participate in the Imperial Senate.

  • Foreign Delegations should contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs under Valerox.

No IRL Nazis or Commies. RPers only. HAIL THE CONFEDERATION!



Embassies: Abydos, United Christian Empires of the West, Nghymruian Lands, The Slide Countries, Confederation of Touhou Project Lovers, Confederation of the Mediterranean, Of Books and Stories, Vangmar II, The Wolf Clan, and Confederacy of Layem.

Tags: Anti-Communist, Anti-Fascist, Anti-World Assembly, Enormous, Featured, Isolationist, Liberated, and Totalitarian.

Regional Power: Very High

Confederation of Corrupt Dictators contains 261 nations, the 85th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Largest Welfare Programs in Confederation of Corrupt Dictators

Governments ranked highly spend the most on social welfare programs. Nations ranked low tend to have weak or non-existent government welfare.

As a region, Confederation of Corrupt Dictators is ranked 10,062nd in the world for Largest Welfare Programs.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Third French Colonial Empire of GalsterPsychotic Dictatorship“Honneur et Patrie”
2.The Federation of MarthuaniaDemocratic Socialists“Glory to Marthuania!”
3.The Democratic Republic of HumbledoniaPsychotic Dictatorship“Death is the great liberator”
4.The Glorious State of KhaliteIron Fist Consumerists“Father Knows Best”
5.The Unified Districts of NiCrawlosisIron Fist Consumerists“Power for power's sake, with respect.”
6.The Empire of MastabaCorrupt Dictatorship“Don't mention the war.”
7.The Nine Hells of GopnikeaFather Knows Best State“Decimation towards impurity”
8.The Republic of SangMarInoffensive Centrist Democracy“This bit would be good if I were creative”
9.The Military Congress of United Federation Of PancakesPsychotic Dictatorship“Ut patriae decori coniunxerat”
10.The United Commonwealth of KinegienerCorrupt Dictatorship“Let Unity Empower Our People”
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Sarid walked with a hurry in the corridors of the palace of the capital. He kept looking behind him. The slightest rustle made him jump. He quickened his pace, overtaking the Imperial Guards who wondered why this man was in such a hurry.

Sarid arrived in front of the great golden door and announced himself:

"Vizir Sarid, meeting at 2:00 pm"

The door was silent for a moment before opening with a loud, gigantic creak. Sarid crept in as the door wasn't fully open.

He emerged into a garden filled with white roses and where many peacocks were frolicking happily under palm trees and orange trees. A falcon-shaped fountain sat in the center. A woman of incredible beauty stood near it, as well as her personal court. Sarid approached discreetly and knelt in front of his highness.

"Your Highness, sorry for being late I was-"

"Whatever, the main thing is that you are here, do you have what I asked of you?"

Sarid quickly took out a small piece of paper from his bag and handed it shakily. The queen took the paper delicately and looked at it for a long time before giving it to an imperial guard.

"Thanks Sarid, you can go"

Sarid hurriedly thanked his highness and left as quickly as he had arrived.

The Imperial Guard put the paper in a safe and walked with 3 other soldiers to a dark room, then they disappeared.

His Highness's court was asking itself many questions and a young nobleman dared to ask:

"Your Highness, what was this most mysterious piece of paper? You have eased our interest .."

The queen smiled and replied:

"Let's say my projects are on track ..."

Soon after, 20 mysterious horsemen left the capital and all headed for a location in the region. The mechanism was in motion. The clock is ticking.

Socialist Focus ★
News From The Bloc

Novikov Bloodline Continues!
General Secretary of the National Daulmārkian Assemblist Party, Dmitri Novikov today during a congress of Bloc member-nation heads of states nonchalantly mentioned the final decision for the name of his future successor; Alexander Dmitrievich Novikov, to the justified shock of press and presidents alike, who were unaware until now that Daulmārk’s benevolent yet iron-fisted ruler had a son. Novikov also said that Alexander wouldn’t be left in the hands of a nanny for the majority of his life, and Daulmārk’s current leader wished to mould him into a strong and wise future leader of the federative socialist republic.

Long Live Noskyavia United
Hail the Confederation

The Office of the President is pleased to announce the first Confederation-wide wrestling tournament! Any country represented in the Imperial Senate or the Imperial Council is eligible to compete, and may enter following the guide below. The tournament will take place on the 2nd, with updates being released after each fight. This is an experiment to test the viability of sporting events in the Confederation, so every participant is very much appreciated.

The guide for entering can be found here:

This will be styled more after WWE than actual competitive wrestling because that's more fun.
Confederation-Wide Wrestling Tournament!



On the 2nd of August, the first-ever Confederation-wide wrestling tournament will be held. Any member of the Imperial Senate or Council is eligible to send one competitor to this event. If you plan to enter the event, please provide us with some information about your competitor by telegramming the information below to The Japanese Protectorate of Complete and Utter Freedom. Once we receive this information, you will be considered entered.

Competitor Information
  1. Competitor stage name. (Something like "Jacky Jackhammer" or "The Boulder".)

  2. Competitor background. (ie. "He was raised by wolves until he was 17, then raised by lumberjack ninjas. He entered his first wrestling tournament at age 20 and eats rocks as an in-between match snack. His favorite color is blue.")

  3. Competitor's iconic move. ("The Mega Macho Mash.")

  4. Whether your competitor favors strength or nimbleness. (C'mon, this is a multiple-choice question. You don't need an example.)

Read dispatch

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Nicholas Murmanov, Will of the Grand Imperator, turns to his master, shortly after the Director’s escape attempt. More guards have appeared to make sure that such an attempt does not occur again, and the Mad Regent’s ever constant glare has kept the Murmanovs in their seats.

“Your Grand Imperial Majesty, now that the Director has failed, what now?”

The Grand Imperator looks at his second-in-command, a small smile on his face.

“This ‘Opposition’, if they acted logically, should of executed us by now. Why they haven’t……… I believe that the Opposition has plans on killing us in many ways, each one more brutal then the last. Once they figure out who gets what, we will be most likely separated, then killed.”

Suddenly, the New General, flanked by four guards and an aide, enters the room. He and the Messenger whisper for a few minutes, before the Messenger turns to the table’s occupants, looking at each one, before stopping at Bermanov.

“Imperial Minister, my bosses want to have a….. ah chat with you. Guards, please escort him.”

On queue, the General’s guards walk forward and grab the screaming Bermanov, dragging him out of the room, with the General following. The Grand Imperator looks back at His Will.

“As I said. Bermanov will soon be no more. We must break out before they make up their minds on who to kill.”

“…….agreed.”

In Moscow, a city that has been mostly ignored by the former Eurasia, the people are content, even overjoyed, about the regime change.

Within Petrograd, formerly Murmanovgrad, people are less happy, far less happy. There is sadness. There is hatred. There is rioting.

Within Imperiskygrad, the National State has almost lost control.

Within the Colonies, they are in outright rebellion. Led by Sir Rurik Murmanov, Hand of His Grand Imperial Majesty, a government in exile has been formed.

The people have lived with the Grand Empire for most of their lives, the only break from such a government was the Holy Russian Empire. The Grand Empire has warned of other governments, telling loyal Eurasians that all other governments would be as brutal as the Mad Regent’s Reign, if not worse.

The people are inclined to agree. The people are fed up with the National State. The people want their Grand Empire back.

All across Eurasia, the people, with aide from the government-in-exile, have begun to revolt.

Glory to the Opposition!
Glory to the New Eurasia!
Hail the Confederation!

With the war having officially concluded recently, there was a sense of instability in the country. However, it was peace. Well, for the most part, anyways. However, Basset had trouble sleeping in recent days. His thoughts continued to linger on the Senate Bombing that occurred earlier in the year. It was no surprised that those in the building at the time of the bombing, especially in the room where it happened, were dealing with the effects of trauma, or even post-traumatic stress disorder. Leon had been dealing with trauma, yet he still felt that, despite Mulligan's departure from the world following his revelation that he had involvement in the plot, he still felt that something wasn't right. And not too long ago, Emperor-King Julius spoke of an attack on his life that occurred as he exited the "Imperial Necropolis", though it was kept under wraps in order to keep the public calm.

Leon had a feeling there was something more to this than just terrorism. He needed to delve into this group and dismantle it from the inside out. Yet, this would prove difficult unless he could have someone else to help him out. He looked through his phone's contacts, and close to the top was "Alfred". Alfred was one of his childhood friends, and a man who he knew he could trust very well. He rang him up and called him over to his home in the forest just outside the capitol. Alfred said he'd be there in an hour. He glanced at a clock in his living room. It was currently 8:45 AM. He's glad he chose his day off to look into this, otherwise he had a feeling he would've forgotten about this within the next few days. He picked up his coffee and took a sip from it, before turning to his window. He stared outside as he continued thinking about the mysteriousness behind recent events. As he took another sip of his coffee, he heard a car pulling in. He walked to the other side of the room and peeked around the curtain. It wasn't a car he had recognized before. He saw three men step out, all of them wearing all black suits and white gloves. They put on masks, and Leon's eyes widened. Each man was holding a pistol. He had a feeling these men weren't here for morning coffee. He put his coffee on the counter and ran upstairs, opening a side drawer with his revolver in it as he heard loud knocking on the door. He ran downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, before running back up to his room and closing the door behind him, before he then hid in the closet, his pistol at the ready.

He heard a loud slam, likely the door being kicked in. He sighed, preparing for the worst. He had to take care of this before Alfred got here, otherwise his life would be in danger too. A few nerve-wracking minutes passed, and he could hear the muffled voices of the assailants through the walls. He heard a creak as the door to his room was opened. The masked man looked around the corner of the room, then under the bed. The man glanced at the closet, and then began to walk over. Basset prepared his knife.

Basset suddenly leaped out of the closet and stabbed the man in the throat, and then the chest, before pulling the knife out. He got up and aimed his revolver down the hallway as another man came around the corner, and Basset shot him three times, one missing, the other two entering the assailant's chest. As Leon walked over the body, he shot another bullet into it, before turning the corner. With his back turned, the third masked man leapt onto his back. As Leon tried fighting him off, the pair collapsed a portion of the interior balcony, both falling to the first floor, the masked man slamming into a table and collapsing it. Leon quickly crawled over to his pistol and fired a shot as the man stumbled over to him, but the shot went wild as the man kicked his gun away. The man gripped his throat and aimed a pistol at his head, preparing to finish the job. Leon closed his eyes, preparing for the worst, before a horrendous noise briefly took over his hearing, this then being replaced with a deafening ringing, and he felt a warm feeling hit his face. He opened his eyes to see his clothes covered in brain matter, blood, mask fragments, and a collapsed body to his right. He quickly turned to his left to see Valiante standing in the doorway, holding a shotgun. Hurrying over, he picked Leon up, who could just barely hear Alfred's voice as he took him to his car.

It appears that trouble has not quite left Leon Basset yet.

Glory to the Empire!
Hail the Confederation!

The Imperial Prosperity Party wrote:
The Office of the President is pleased to announce the first Confederation-wide wrestling tournament! Any country represented in the Imperial Senate or the Imperial Council is eligible to compete, and may enter following the guide below. The tournament will take place on the 2nd, with updates being released after each fight. This is an experiment to test the viability of sporting events in the Confederation, so every participant is very much appreciated.

The guide for entering can be found here:

This will be styled more after WWE than actual competitive wrestling because that's more fun.
Confederation-Wide Wrestling Tournament!



On the 2nd of August, the first-ever Confederation-wide wrestling tournament will be held. Any member of the Imperial Senate or Council is eligible to send one competitor to this event. If you plan to enter the event, please provide us with some information about your competitor by telegramming the information below to The Japanese Protectorate of Complete and Utter Freedom. Once we receive this information, you will be considered entered.

Competitor Information
  1. Competitor stage name. (Something like "Jacky Jackhammer" or "The Boulder".)

  2. Competitor background. (ie. "He was raised by wolves until he was 17, then raised by lumberjack ninjas. He entered his first wrestling tournament at age 20 and eats rocks as an in-between match snack. His favorite color is blue.")

  3. Competitor's iconic move. ("The Mega Macho Mash.")

  4. Whether your competitor favors strength or nimbleness. (C'mon, this is a multiple-choice question. You don't need an example.)

Read dispatch

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Being a culture of wrestlers, we do have the finest, manliest wrestlers in all the union that Aniki is much proud of, and is much pleased to offer.

Hail the Confederation!

The National Watchman - radio that you can trust!
The Dept. for Public Order of the Beakland State Commissariat wishes to inform the residents of the New Glory County and the city of Northbrook that the participation in unlawful and violent riots is punishable by the Article 301 of the Criminal Code. We ask all citizens to remain at home at this time and to not interfere with the law enforcement.
The estimated time for the riot dispersion is currently unknown, but the New Glory County PD in conjunction with the ISF is doing its best to return the order on the streets of the city.
Thank you for listening! Glory to the humankind!

Hail the Confederation!

It's been rather long, much too long. Andreas Bombardone had spent weeks being guarded in a safehouse somewhere in MineLegotipony by arrangement with their government. He and Gregorio De Marco, his Director of Diplomacy, have been out of touch with Centro Nuovo ever since a large-scale slave rebellion in the outer sector threatened to spin out of control. After all that time, Bombardone's repeated requests to be given access to a center with suitable telecommunications equipment was granted by the local authorities, albeit the Ridnezite leaders would be sternly reminded of how they were guests and ought to demonstrate the proper gratitude for their hosts' continued hospitality.

"It's about time, if I say so myself, De Marco. Oberto and his cronies can't be allowed to burn down what I've striven to build with my own two hands. Nature shows contempt to whomever forces greatness to countenance mediocrity," Bombardone said, as he opened up a secure line of communication to Centro Nuovo. The signal was received by the war room of the presidential palace. General Scaglietti curtly inquired, "Who is this? Is that Bombardone?," and was quickly shoved aside by Del Tuono. The Director of State Security answered, "Yes, Excellency. On behalf of my department and the joint chiefs of staff, we are all pleased to observe that you have safely reached your destination. The situation here is mostly under control. Mass-mobilization efforts and the supreme discipline of our conventional and elite military units have the blasted New English mercenaries on the retreat, and the Medician, Ziconean, and Heisenian slave-laborers have barely any military capability at all. The more disastrous development is the fact of the slave rebellion itself. It stands to create ripples throughout our carefully regulated society, and who knows where that will lead... The domestic operations of the CDEF louts have been hindered by the seizure of their assets, but so much has been covertly transferred to offshore bank accounts in other nations that they might be able to finance the incursions of their private army indefinitely. This presents the possibility of wearing out our people's morale and exhausting our resources in the long-term."

Bombardone scratched his chin as he responded, "Del Tuono, you have served me well. Your dynamic action to take control over the situation in my absence is proof that you possess the heroic characteristics to serve as my successor one day." Del Tuono tilted his head deferentially and acknowledged the compliment, "Excellency, your approval does me the greatest possible honor. Upon my life, I swear I will not fail to preserve Ridnez, our glorious New State." Bombardone smirked slightly and went on, "Indeed. As much as I would like to continue this exchange, I am afraid there are other calls to be made. But before I leave you, you and the chiefs of staff should know there is a solution to the problem of this civil crisis within your reach. As you well know, some time ago our scientists collaborated with the Hellslayer Council of Flames on a certain project they decided to call Project: Nyx, an infernal machine combining the so-called supernatural with biotechnology and genetic engineering to splice the genome of any living creature with demonic DNA. Using this weapon, we would be able to produce an army of superhumans capable of crushing the enemies of the New State! And our trigger to the Project: Nyx device is located in the Outer Sector, specifically an army bunker designated Command Alpha-Omega. Once I convince the Lord Demon of Hellslayer to use his trigger in concert with ours, Project: Nyx will be operational, but that first requires that you retrieve our trigger from storage first. So get to it. Over and out."

The signal cut off.

Bombardone turned to De Marco and asked, "Now do you know if Hellslayer even gets any reception?"

HAIL THE CONFEDERATION!

Police station of the New Glory county Police Dept. was a mess. Intendants and accountants were running from one room to another, preparing to evacuate the documentation - all sworn officers were already in the defensive line, protecting the administrative buildings in the city centre.
At the same time, other personnel was trying to destroy all the important information that couldn't be evacuated - it wasn't guaranteed that rioters won't break through the police lines.
A couple of shots rang, and sergeant Krueger from the auxillary platoon saw a shield line breaking. Responding to his yell, eleven more officers have gathered; here, at the steps of the police station, with revolvers held in tight telekinetic grip, they've faced the enemy onslaught...

They were coming in thousands, not in hundreds - from all directions, old and young, screaming about the "wolf-soldiers, made of wind", trying to get onto the ships departing from the Northbrook Port. The departure of ECS Captain Holler, the last passenger vessel heading for Manehattan, has sparked the immense riot, and the Internal Security Force platoon has been called in to assist the understaffed police department.
Mayor Keller, the only human in the whole county, was sweating immensely. He wasn't scared of the protesters, being a veteran of three campaigns and retiring in the rank of a 1st lieutenant; he didn't want this riot to turn to another uprising.
"State Commissar's office, please state the reason for your call."
"Official call. This is mayor of Northbrook speaking."
"Good evening, mayor, we'll retransmit your call to the State Commissar's desk shortly. Please stand by."
While beeps were emanating from the stationary phone, Keller approached his large wall safe, chose the combination, opened the door and took out his trusty assault rifle with a bunch of magazines, a .44 revolver and a flak vest; then threw a shotgun to his secretary, who caught it with telekinesis.
"State Commissar Hogs on the line."
"Good evening, Mr. Hogs. This is mayor of Northbrook, Jonathan Keller."
"Yes, yes, I've heard about the riots. Don't worry, you'll have to hold your ground for only half an hour, the large reinforcement is on the way. Also, you have a bigger concern than these now...order the PD and all other institutions to evacuate all the documentation, technology and weaponry. They'll send a ship soon."
"Concern?"
"Okay, okay, mayor, I have no time to talk to you anymore. We here at Solis Novum haven't forgotten about you. Bye."
Call has ended, and Keller checked his RN-25 for the final time before loading a magazine with hollow-point jacketed ammo and punching a moonclip for his revolver.
He walked out on a balcony of the mayor's residence that has been dominating the city landscape. The rioters were already pushing to the police station...and then stopped, looking at the sky in confusion.
Deafening roar has attracted the attention of everyone in the city; up high, Stratostreak fighters at supersonic speed have pierced the heavens, leaving white trails behind.
This was the beginning of something...

Hail the Confederation!

The Third Cabinet report has been released:

OFFICE OF PRESIDENT

President Samantha Starlenn is currently indisposed and will return after a short period of time.

Hail the Confederation!

The Hon. Samantha Starlenn
President of the Imperial Senate

OFFICE OF VICE-PRESIDENT / DEPARTMENT OF DEFENCE

As of this week, I will be continuing the development of the two projects that were announced in the Senate chambers and by the party, as well as helping other members of the cabinet as per usual.

Hail the Confederation!

The Hon. Maximus Powers
Vice-President of the Imperial Senate / Secretary of the Department of Defence

DEPARTMENT OF FINANCE

Treasurer Molotov is currently unavailable due to an incident within Eurasian territory.

Hail the Confederation!

The Hon. Konstantin Molotov
Treasurer of the Department of Finance

DEPARTMENT OF ARTS AND COMMUNICATIONS

The director of arts and Communications will be organizing a speech competition to find the Confederation's greatest orator.

Hail the Confederation!

The Hon. Wesley Collins
Director of the Department of Arts and Communications

Stamps created by Augusto Wren of The Corporate States of Aeioux utilizing Level 4 Copyright

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