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The Alliance of Dictators RMB

WA Delegate: The Volksrepublik of Peoples Republic of the German States (elected )

Founder: The Despotic Dictatorship of Despoticania

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Largest Black Market: 152nd Most Nations: 157th Most Valuable International Artwork: 223rd+36
Most World Assembly Endorsements: 280th Most Corrupt Governments: 288th Highest Wealthy Incomes: 393rd Largest Mining Sector: 398th Most Advanced Defense Forces: 451st Largest Manufacturing Sector: 478th Most Avoided: 478th Highest Economic Output: 520th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 538th Highest Average Incomes: 611th Most Advanced Law Enforcement: 653rd Lowest Crime Rates: 725th Largest Timber Woodchipping Industry: 811th Largest Insurance Industry: 932nd Largest Governments: 972nd Largest Retail Industry: 979th Most Devout: 982nd Largest Agricultural Sector: 986th Most Influential: 1,009th Largest Information Technology Sector: 1,083rd Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 1,123rd Most Subsidized Industry: 1,135th Highest Disposable Incomes: 1,162nd Fattest Citizens: 1,270th Most Advanced Public Transport: 1,279th Highest Poor Incomes: 1,529th Most Scientifically Advanced: 1,596th Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 1,604th Greatest Rich-Poor Divides: 1,658th Most Armed: 1,679th Most Authoritarian: 1,862nd Most Advanced Public Education: 1,922nd Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector: 1,927th Most Conservative: 2,064th Smartest Citizens: 2,072nd Highest Unexpected Death Rate: 2,148th
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Welcome to The Alliance of Dictators, the NationStates nexus of totalitarian, autocratic and authoritarian nations. We are an active roleplay community of diverse players, but all of us agree that the right to govern should be reserved for exceptionally gifted and intelligent individuals - like ourselves. Together, we will lead the ignorant masses to a glorious future! Join us, and be part of that future.

ALL WA NATIONS MUST ENDORSE Peoples Republic of the German States!

The endorsement cap for non-Delegate WA nations is 15.
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Embassies: The Axis of Evil, Ile de France, Lone Wolves United, Eladen, Evil, Vissella, Union of Nationalists, United Empire of Islam, The Savage Garden, ITALIA, The Illuminati, Imperium of the Wolf, Epicenter Of Prosperity, End 500, POLATION, Hollow Point, and 58 others.The Embassy, International German Coalition, Ozymandium, Cyberius Confederation, Australialia, Imperial Russian Empire, The Bar on the corner of every region, Solid Kingdom, United Imperial Union, Right to Life, Avadam Inn, The World of Remnant, The West Republic, Yuno, Laotis, Orthanc at Isengard, Asiana, Sikh Empire, International Debating Area, Regionless, The Great Universe, International sovereignty pact, The Imperial Consortium, Misanthropic Bloc, The New Mappers Union, Machtpolitik, Barbaria, Lardyland, Citadel of Ricks, Non Aligned Movement, Nazbol Gang, The Lands Of Guacamole, Beachfront Nuclear Hellscape, The Larry Pact, Derovania, Zero Zero Zero Zero, Fredonia, Edmundian Empire, Cyterian Treaty Organisation, Chicken overlords, The Wolf Clan, Der, Lezra, League Of Allied Powers, The Holy Reich of Greater Germania, land of the redpandas, The Moderate Alliance, Epic Games HQ, Turkic Union, The Monarchy alliance, Dictatorial Independent Confederation, FRC Collation, The Independent Newspaper, Indian Mars, Octoarma, Berdyansk and the Azov, Altay, and Compatibility.

The embassy with Machtpolitik is being withdrawn. Closure expected .

Tags: Enormous, Featured, Future Tech, Independent, Map, Modern Tech, Multi-Species, Past Tech, Post-Modern Tech, Regional Government, Role Player, Surreal, and 1 other.Totalitarian.

Regional Power: High

The Alliance of Dictators contains 108 nations, the 157th most in the world.

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The Longest Average Lifespans in The Alliance of Dictators

Nations ranked highly have lower rates of preventable death, with their citizens enjoying longer average lifespans.

As a region, The Alliance of Dictators is ranked 6,017th in the world for Longest Average Lifespans.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Grand Hive of The New Changeling EmpireCorrupt Dictatorship“The Hive Is Everything”
2.The Glorious State of KhaliteIron Fist Consumerists“Father Knows Best”
3.The Despotic Dictatorship of DespoticaniaCorrupt Dictatorship“God was a dream of good government.”
4.The ELF-Eladen Slave World of Demons of ValkarthIron Fist Consumerists“Death to All”
5.The Holy Empire of Sultan MorganCorrupt Dictatorship“The capitalists will sell us the rope used to hang them”
6.The Technocratic Empire of VeradaxDemocratic Socialists“Security is had by the achievements of man”
7.The Republic of VistulangeInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Styrkje Gjennom Einskap, Einskap Gjennom Trui”
8.The Diarchal Expedition Enclave of Sanctuary PointPsychotic Dictatorship“We Will Endure”
9.The Celestial Empire of ShanyangPsychotic Dictatorship“Integrate the Tributary and Extend the Prosperity.”
10.The Dictatorship of AmeriganastanIron Fist Consumerists“Cull the weak, reward the loyal”
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Veradax wrote:An Oak of Ashes – Part 7
News from the Calvary

[snip]

OOC: Makes me wonder... Is it safe to even observe an Idea Realm intruding into our reality without causing some kind of nasty quantum wave function collapse...?

Illicit Dealings with Unsavory Characters

Ms. Sarina Sonoda was sat at rather old, expensive, and expertly made mahogany table, alongside the other Qiem crime lords, twelve in total. Most of them were the heads of crime families, but there a a few outliers like herself that had no familial connection to the underworld. Mr. Takeshi Iryta was in the process of educating one of the more hotheaded crimelords. Iryta was an old boss, well respected by the various criminals and bosses. He’d been in the game longer than anyone else, and his enemies were few, because they were either dead or too high up for even he to touch. The subject of the education was one Mr. Seison Sone, who had just inherited his father’s empire. He was arrogant, and eager to prove that he was just as big a man as his father. And he had stumbled on a new, particularly dangerous enterprise.

“There’s a reason our families have been in the business so long,” Iryta began “We kept to the usual stuff, money laundering, bribery, targeted robbery, extortion, and the occasional gun running. The Feds, they don’t mind this stuff as much. Long as we aren’t too obvious and regular about it, they’ll lose interest and go after some other case at one of the other arcologies. We ain’t never troubled with drugs because the pharmaceuticals set a precedent for us, that being don’t deal in drugs if you want to stay in business. I’m telling you, meddle with drugs, and you’ll have the feds down on you faster than you can say penitentiary. We already have enough trouble with black market mods.”

Sone looked impatient, and he wasn’t taking anything the old man said seriously. He was leaning back in his chair, with one arm lazily resting on the table. He yawned. “I heard the same spiel from my old man, Iryta. But we gotta be looking for new routes of expansion, the old ways have gotten us bout as far as they’re gonna take us. Sure the mod trade is lucrative, but there’s only so much you can replace before running out of room after all.” He – rather insensitively – gestured Sarina’s direction. “And while you hardly seem to be able to control the cops round this joint, my guys are making some inroads with the feds. And if your people can’t keep the cops under control, well then there’s always the metal jacketed control route, you get me?”

Iryta glared at the young crime lord. “You don’t even know if these suppliers of yours will just sell you out to the government. Not to mention you’ve failed to enlighten us on how exactly you plan to get past the Sea Sentinels, those bastards are ex-navy, not easy to bribe.”

“Not to mention they have scanners at the ports that will pick up on any drugs being smuggled in with regular cargo” Sarina added in.

Sone managed to lean even farther back, dismissing the concerns of both crime lords. “I got my ways, Iryta, you ain’t the only one with fancy toys here. I got by boys looking into getting the goods past those infernal customs scanners, just gotta find the right person to put the squeeze on, and send Dolphin after ‘em.” He paused. “In the meantime, we got the high-tech solutions to get the trial runs over here, drones and submersibles. Both will be more difficult for the Sentinels to intercept, and both can be drones. I believe we’re cooking up some GEVs for runs during calm seas. Won’t be a lot of drugs, but it’ll be enough to get people hooked.”

“You continue to disregard me boy, it’ll be your funeral. There’s a reason I’ve been in the business longer than anyone else, me and my boys keep a low profile, and we leave time to for things to cool down when we do something a bit more high profile.” Iryta said. “But what you’re proposing is not only high profile, it’s playing cat and mouse with the Sea Sentinels. And you’re also talking about sending one of your hitmen after government officials. You even hear the words comin’ outta your mouth boy? Not to mention you’re gonna start strainin’ things at the table.”

Looking somewhat more animated, Sone shot back. “The only one who’s gonna be putting strain on things is you, old man. Your adherence to the old ways and inability to see fresh opportunities doesn’t have to hold the rest of us back. I’m gonna go out and make money off this, alongside anyone else willing to join me, we each got our own supply lines and areas of influence, be a shame to see those curtailed because adaptability ain’t something our families taught us.” He pointed to Sarina again. “Just look at her, she showed up out of the blue one day and started establishing herself in this city of ours. Some of use tried to kill her for it, but here she is, with a large fortune and one of the biggest hands in the augmentics black market, she was even able to order a strike on one of my agricultural facility. Not that I hold it against her or anything, just business.”

Iryta was growing weary of this young fool. “If you remember, Ms. Sonoda has had several close calls with law enforcement and that strike was an abysmal failure that got three of her agents for hire captured by police then transferred out of the city for some confounded reason. It’s only by blind chance that she got this far, and I don’t rate your luck so highly Sone. At least Ms. Sonoda has had the sense to tone it down, she knows the rules now, it ain’t chance for her anymore.”

The young man shrugged. “Well, she didn’t know the rules then, did she? I’ve been living by them since I dropped out of my mother, Iryta. I live and breathe em, know them backwards and sideways, and I know how to break ‘em and get away with it. You can’t stop me, and don’t start crying when I’m chipping away at that little empire of yours. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got to go get to work, and I suggest the rest of you do the same. I’ll be in touch with any of you that want a slice of the pie.” Seison stood up, and left the room, taking time to grab and put on his sportscoat on the way out. Leaving Sarina the rest of the bosses to discuss normal matters and cool down tensions.

Later, Ms. Sonoda’s Penthouse

The city looked rather peaceful and magnificent from atop one of the cylindrical towers that made up the arcology. If she didn’t have and intimate knowledge of what went on under the showy exterior, Sarina would say it was a nice place to live. But it ultimately wasn’t so nice if you didn’t have the connections to avoid the crime families. She certainly couldn’t avoid them, but her position among them was a form of protection, bosses here liked to keep things civil and low profile, offing other bosses wasn’t in their handbook. She also had her guard, they would be able to fend off anything short of a counter terrorism unit.

Her large reach afforded her the ability to run off to nearly anywhere in the country, she had properties in various cities and her Info Tech Company was fairly large within the country, so she had plenty of above the board assets that the bosses would have a difficult time compromising. Like Sone, she also had her fingers where they probably shouldn’t be, in terms of less than legal pursuits. She was looking forward to getting her hands on some quality merchandise, though her supplier was making excuses constantly. Perhaps she should’ve gone for someone higher up? It was no matter.

She elected to call Mr. Sone, video call, since it was a bit impractical to meet in person. Her company’s software would keep any unwanted guests out. Sone picked up after a few seconds, “I’m busy, what you calling for Madame Sarina?” He inquired.

Sarina cocked her head to one side. “Oh, I thought you were going to stay in contact with interested parties.” She remarked innocently.

He bit his lip. “Tomorrow, 19:00, Lucky Shrike restaurant, 2230 7th avenue. Not that I don’t trust your security software or anything, but I prefer to talk business in person.”

She moved her head again. “Surely that’s the only reason.” She said sarcastically.

Sone shrugged. “I may be a businessman, but I’m also still a young man, can you really blame me?”

She chuckled. “Surely not, like you’d have a chance with me anyway. I’ll meet you there.” She ended the call.

OOC: MLG Gaming some setup for the little drug running plot, assuming you still want to do it.

Preparation for the Cultural Fair

Things were going acceptably, at least to the overseer of the fair, Iori Yanai. She had been chosen due to her experience as a curator and at least in part due to the fact that she was a woman, and the Umbraens seemed to have more respect for them than men, or at least were just a matriarchal society.

The fair would be taking place in a large single story convention hall, the place looked a bit like a furnished aircraft hangar with the height and shape of the ceiling though. All sorts of decorative banners were being hung up in the rafters, above people’s heads but still there to give the proper sense of grandeur. The fair was divided in half, with the right half of the hall being reserved for Umbraen displays, and the left half being reserved for Veradacian displays, which were already accumulating. Up against the back wall were all sorts of religious displays, with the Church of Transcendental Hatred’s displays in the corner, followed by the Acolytes of Pathosis, and then the Alynic displays. Yanai had had some issues with the Church of Transcendental Hatred, she certainly didn’t want one of their more devout members in charge of the displays. It had been a battle, but she convinced them to let one of their more moderate priests curate their displays. The Acolytes were never a problem, they didn’t proselytize and their librarians were mostly kind and respectful people. The Alynites wouldn’t be as problematic, she hoped. From the limited information she had, the Umbraens certainly worships some goddess of some form.

The religious displays were mostly artwork, with a some texts and scrolls open to certain sections. Of course, then there was the Church of Transcendental Hatred which had weapons displayed alongside a meticulously tended bonsai acacia tree. Of course the Haters had to bring in some of their expertly crafted weapons. While they were certainly showy, they could be used in combat, Yanai was sure some of them had been used in combat.

Along the left wall there were displays of literature, of various forms, mostly nonfiction, sci fi, fantasy, and mystery genres. In between the two were various forms of art, a row of paintings of various styles, a row of architectural models and plans, a row of statues and other sculptures, and a row of clothes of various fashions. The front was occupied by historical artifacts from various periods. As it was their fair, Yanai also had the distinct pleasure of putting together a playlist of veradacian songs for ambient sound, though since most people probably wouldn’t be able to hear it, there was a dedicated room for that. There was also a kitchen in the back, food and drink was a fairly significant part of Veradacian Culture, though the chefs wouldn’t be at work until the day of the fair. Opening Day would be a most strenuous affair, as it was when all the bigshot VIPs were set to show up, both native, and foreign government officials. After that it would be open to the general public, and since Yanai was not a bouncer it would be easier by comparison. Though whoever screws with any of the Church’s relics best be prepared to issue the appropriate prayer, the Priest in charge of those particular relics did not look like he needed a bouncer to take care of any rowdy guests.

The Umbraen side, by contrast, was completely empty. Yanai was expecting the Umbraen displays and their appropriate curators to be showing up tomorrow, after they were set up, the fair would start two days after – time was given to allow for delays and for the airlines to work out something.

OOC: Umbraen got a post that you can respond to, you can save the details of the displays for when we actually start the fair.

A region-wide message is being broadcast...

The static fades away from the screen revealing a shadowy figure.

It speaks:

"The All Seeing has observed and judged this region and the nations within it, we have decided it is a good place to settle"

The shadowy figure disappears. Instead the iconic Eye emblem of The All Seeing flickers in its place as Static reclaims the screen.

OOC:

I'm kinda new here, are there any requirements or rules I should know of?

Troois Sul wrote:A region-wide message is being broadcast...

The static fades away from the screen revealing a shadowy figure.

It speaks:

"The All Seeing has observed and judged this region and the nations within it, we have decided it is a good place to settle"

The shadowy figure disappears. Instead the iconic Eye emblem of The All Seeing flickers in its place as Static reclaims the screen.

OOC:

I'm kinda new here, are there any requirements or rules I should know of?

OOC: Well, there's these:

Rules:

    1. Limited Resources: A nation does not have the ability to produce infinite tanks or soldiers, it has limited supplies. No autarkies that have every conceivable resource.
    2. No Metagaming: Metagaming – defined as the player using their real-life knowledge of the state of the game to determine the actions of their characters, when said characters have no awareness or relevant knowledge under the circumstances – is strictly prohibited.
    3. Role Play Etiquette: You cannot force someone to role play with you.
    4. Magic: Magic is allowed.
    5. Nation States Stats are not used for role play here. Your nation in role play is not defined by NS stats, so feel free to get creative.
    6. Map: If no posts are made for an uninterrupted two week period, then a nation will be declared inactive. If a nation remains inactive for a two week long uninterrupted period, then they shall lose their spot on the map. Exceptions will be made for those that provide prior notification, we understand that people have lives.
    7. No God-modding: You can only control your own characters, unless consent is given by the player whose character(s) you are (temporarily) taking control of.

Guidelines:

    1. Tech Levels: There are five tech levels, Past Tech(PT), Modern Tech(MT), Post Modern Tech(PMT), Future Tech(FT), and Fantasy Tech(FanT). Past tech is the loosest category, anything from the stone age to the end of world war two. Modern tech is anything from the cold war, to modern day. Post Modern Tech is defined as anything within the confines of the “Near future” that is still bound by the laws of physics. Future Tech is defined as “Far Future” and allows for things seem in space operas like handheld energy weapons and warp drives. Fantasy Tech is anything with magic. Generally it is recommended that a nation of a given tech level only interact with nations of equal tech level, or that are one tech level apart. For example a Modern tech nation can relatively easily Role play with a PT, MT, or PMT nation.
    2. Mixed Nations: It is possible to have a “Mixed Nation” or one that has multiple tech levels within it. Often this takes the form of an otherwise MT or PMT nation with certain FanT elements – mostly the presence of an enclave of magic users. But it can also be applied to have a MT or PMT nation with a PT group in it.
    3. Magic: While magic is allowed, it is recommended that players develop a concrete system to define it’s use. This prevents misuse and arguments in the future. This type of magic system is called a hard-magic system. An example would be eating different types of resources for different effects, or just a system where it is defined what experience/power is needed for certain spells.
    4. While the region is named “The Alliance of Dictators” your nation does not have to be a dictatorship, feel free to get creative.
    5. Please do have a motivation for your nation’s actions in regional role play. As an example, X Nation has gone to war with Y Nation for seemingly no reason. This situation can be fixed relatively easily, X Nation indicates that it has a historical/cultural claim on land owned by Y Nation and has gone to war to reclaim it.


Read dispatch

Troois Sul wrote:A region-wide message is being broadcast...

The static fades away from the screen revealing a shadowy figure.

It speaks:

"The All Seeing has observed and judged this region and the nations within it, we have decided it is a good place to settle"

The shadowy figure disappears. Instead the iconic Eye emblem of The All Seeing flickers in its place as Static reclaims the screen.

OOC:

I'm kinda new here, are there any requirements or rules I should know of?

OOC: Welcome to the region! Overall, just be a decent fellow, nothing too convoluted. I highly recommend joining the region's Discord channel to be more up-to-date goings-on in the region, as that's where most of the OOC communication happens.

Once more, welcome to the region!

Troois Sul wrote:A region-wide message is being broadcast...

The static fades away from the screen revealing a shadowy figure.

It speaks:

"The All Seeing has observed and judged this region and the nations within it, we have decided it is a good place to settle"

The shadowy figure disappears. Instead the iconic Eye emblem of The All Seeing flickers in its place as Static reclaims the screen.

OOC:

I'm kinda new here, are there any requirements or rules I should know of?

TO: The All Seeing of Troois Sul
FROM: State Secretary Karo Mirpal, Despoticania Prime
TYPE: Sound only
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: 7/10 ("Very heavy")
SUBJECT: >>>>Standard First Contact Diplomatic Greeting<<<<

[Message begins...]

Greetings.

We welcome you to the international stage and would like to know more about your ideals, motivations and long-term goals. I am State Secretary Karo Mirpal, leader of the Government Council of Despoticania. We watch over and guide our ancient and glorious nation in the name of The Despot. Let me make it very clear that we do not fully trust you - we suspect that your so-called state religion is first and foremost a constructed tool meant to control and oppress your population. As such, we intend to keep our borders closed to any and all immigration from Troois Sul, in order to guard our way of life from your corrupting influence. Do not misinterpret this statement of fact as an insult; it is simply how we do things in Despoticania.

We are, however, open to mutually-beneficial trade agreements. Among other things, we can sell you advanced instruments that we believe would be of great use in better monitoring your subjects and keeping them in line. These instruments include mass-produced, dust mite sized "microcams" and experimental psy-scanners that can analyze a person's emotional state and motivations from afar with good accuracy. If you are interested, please contact our Ministry of International Trade.

===

[Another, text-based message is hidden in the carrier wave, coded in reversed ternary within the seemingly-random oscillations of the signal:]

THE DESPOT WATCHES YOU WATCHING HIM WATCHING BACK!! DO YOU HAVE TOO MUCH **CONSCIOUSNESS**????!!

[The rest of the message - all 11,491 pages of it - is completely incomprehensible but appears to contain memetic cognitohazards.]

Jack Thatcher, dressed in his everyman clothes and driving his everyman car, quickly arrived at the skyscraper office building he worked at. The People's Tower was built to the standard of the vast majority of office skyscrapers and practically blended into it's surroundings. Jack parked within the parking garage built into the side of the building and quickly found himself in the executive elevator. It was not a long climb.

The elevator doors hissed open into a room that was definitely not standard. There was not a single window to the outside world and all the light within was bright and artificial. The walls were a combination of several metals that made the room look uninviting at best. The floors were a nice white concrete, however. Other than that the floor appeared to be like an ordinary office. There were many people sitting at many desks with many computers doing many things. Some were typing away, others were in calls, but all were essentially doing the same thing. Selling and trading hard drugs.

The People's Narcotic Organization was a business like any other, even if they do omit the Narcotic part of the name on all paperwork, and thus operated like one. Office workers did their jobs tirelessly, creating deals and gaining clients both legally and not so legally. PNOR transport trucks operated freely within MLG Gaming and loaded their goods onto the Afanc stealth submarines that the duarchy mysteriously 'misplaced into civilian hands'. Jack's company was a well oiled machine and held a monopoly on the drug trade within the Holy and Great Empire. Jack soon reached his office and, after disarming the fourteen different locks on the door, entered his domain.

The office was plain, practically bare, and only held one item of any importance. Jack approached his desk with subconscious caution before allowing the desk to scan his fingerprints, eyes, and saliva before unlocking. The CEO reached in and felt his fingers close around the object he came for. His heart rate suddenly slowed down and his body went cold. Jack Thatcher pulled the object closer to him and opened his hands. He had forgotten his PDA in his desk. Suppressing a shudder, Jack redid the locks and soon did the same for the entrance to his office. Within 15 minutes he found himself back in his car and sent a single message before he drove off.

Prepare the M.U.S.B for my arrival.

Despoticania wrote:TO: The All Seeing of Troois Sul
FROM: State Secretary Karo Mirpal, Despoticania Prime
TYPE: Sound only
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: 7/10 ("Very heavy")
SUBJECT: >>>>Standard First Contact Diplomatic Greeting<<<<

[Message begins...]

Greetings.

We welcome you to the international stage and would like to know more about your ideals, motivations and long-term goals. I am State Secretary Karo Mirpal, leader of the Government Council of Despoticania. We watch over and guide our ancient and glorious nation in the name of The Despot. Let me make it very clear that we do not fully trust you - we suspect that your so-called state religion is first and foremost a constructed tool meant to control and oppress your population. As such, we intend to keep our borders closed to any and all immigration from Troois Sul, in order to guard our way of life from your corrupting influence. Do not misinterpret this statement of fact as an insult; it is simply how we do things in Despoticania.

We are, however, open to mutually-beneficial trade agreements. Among other things, we can sell you advanced instruments that we believe would be of great use in better monitoring your subjects and keeping them in line. These instruments include mass-produced, dust mite sized "microcams" and experimental psy-scanners that can analyze a person's emotional state and motivations from afar with good accuracy. If you are interested, please contact our Ministry of International Trade.

===

[Another, text-based message is hidden in the carrier wave, coded in reversed ternary within the seemingly-random oscillations of the signal:]

THE DESPOT WATCHES YOU WATCHING HIM WATCHING BACK!! DO YOU HAVE TOO MUCH **CONSCIOUSNESS**????!!

[The rest of the message - all 11,491 pages of it - is completely incomprehensible but appears to contain memetic cognitohazards.]

Another message is broadcast. Only this time it is intended for Despoticania.

Again, the shadow figure appears through static and, once again, it speaks:

"We appreciate the welcome, my friend. Our wishes are only for peace with others like us, for it is the will of the All Seeing Saints!"

The figure exclaims whilst throwing its arms skywards as if gesturing to a higher being.

After lowering them and in a less pious and more serious tone it continues:

Our religion is not oppressive, no. Think of it more like a star; it will blind and burn the blasphemers, the wolves in sheep's clothing, and guide those of faith, the gentle flock.

We understand your view of our nation, since articles that, supposedly, write about our nation do nothing but defame us! And they most certainly do not come from within our nation!

"As for trade, the All Seeing Saints express interest in such technology and intend to consider a trade deal in the future..."

Like the first message the Eye emblem once more appears through static and fades in and out once more.

OOC:
Thank you all for the warm welcome.

I'm going to have to give Discord a pass, is that ok with you guys?

I noticed there's a map do I need/could I have a spot on it?

You hear blaring horns but nobody can tell where from
“This is a message from The Coal and Steel Commune
and a personal message from the father in wich he says
those that think alike are great minds, and great minds shall stick together in need” it stops.
But seriously I will do my best to contribute to the board.

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