WA Delegate (non-executive): The Vahric Empire of Vanhania (elected )
Founder: The Xurran City of Fraserstone
Tags: Neutral, Modern Tech, Democratic, Role Player, Map, Post-Modern Tech, Enormous, National Sovereigntist, Outer Space, Independent, Communist, Future Tech, and 5 others.Socialist, Capitalist, Regional Government, Fascist, and Multi-Species.
Regional Power: High
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Black Market in The Coalition of Governments
World Census agents tracked "off the books" deals and handshake agreements in order to study the size of nations' informal economies.
As a region, The Coalition of Governments is ranked 844th in the world for Largest Black Market.
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|3.||The Igoeran Dominion of Rodorm||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Everything For The Dominion, Nothing But The Dominion”|
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|5.||The Corporate Government of The Victory Corporation||Father Knows Best State||“If the facts don't fit the theory, change the facts.”|
|6.||The Valari Gvenseko Republic of Valyrian Freeholds||Corporate Bordello||“Democracy Eternal”|
|7.||The Empire of Aethlia||Father Knows Best State||“Si vis pacem, para bellum.”|
|8.||The Holy Empire of The New Thunder Dragon||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Praise be to The Thunder Dragon Emperor!”|
|9.||The Ascendancy of Ossyrus||Mother Knows Best State||“Steel-Hearted, Iron Willed, Ice Cold.”|
|10.||The Dictatorship of Communist Polish Peoples Republic||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Poland is not yet lost!”|
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The Coalition of Governments Regional Message Board
WHAT IF HE'S ACTUALLY VAN?! OR FRASER!?
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Wh..who...who, or what is Khalite?
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Some say he is a fallen angel, others say he is a demon lord of wrath who was banished to a dark void far far away from here by the glorious god Fraser. Some say sky fire crackled through the heavens as Fraser's mighty hammer swung and struck its mightiest advisary.
Hmm... Vanhania sounds suspiciously like vanadium... Vanadium can have a 2+ charge... Khalite ends in -ite, meaning that it has one fewer oxygen atoms than would normally spell Khal... which CAN be spelled on the Periodic Table... [K+]+[H+]+2[Al3-] needs 2 oxygen atoms... so our Khalite would have 1 oxygen atom, or a 2+ charge... you know what else does? VANADIUM! Not to mention that oxygen tends to pair, meaning Vanadium and "Khalite" are allied by blood, even!
Vanhania isn't a puppet of Khalite.
Vanhania is, and will always be, Khalite.
You heard it here first, folks.
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Day 75: Infection Rate Plateaus
Mill Door stood in the safety of his guard team, looking glumly at a park. Two bright yellow excavators chugged filthy smoke into the air as they dug enormous trenches into the ground.
“When did we run out of body bags?”
“One of the nurses said a week ago.”
“Good god man. It’s just plastic!”
“Well Mentira’s being non-cooperative since you lambasted them, and most of the other companies don’t have that kind of automation.”
Mill watched some haz-mat clad workers fling a corpse into the trench.
“John. What will we do when this is over? All those bodies and clothes can’t be that good for the feeling of this park.”
“They don’t know sir. Apparently the cemeteries are full so they’re just digging deeper holes now,” John replied. He remembered the days of the Metternich administration, and wondered how she would have acted. Probably would have asked for coffee. Mill was more of a traditional Mandiran chai fellow.
“Well I am going to try and pump some government funding into Mandate. Make it the city of world’s desire when this is all over. This garbage conditions have no place in a respectable city. My arcology project should go perfectly with this.”
A few of the guards winced. Direct government spending on subsidised housing or non-government buildings was almost like a curse. The trauma of the Stanoy regime ran deep.
“Very good sir. Good luck getting that through the Legislature,” John remarked. Mill cocked an eyebrow and gave John a good stare.
“I want to speak with the manager of that care center,” Mill said, pointing a finger at a deeply exhausted man slumped against the side of the warehouse.
The little entourage, face masks over mouth, approached the man.
“A pleasure to meet you, my Chancellor. I am Mughr Multan,” the man sighed.
“I would shake your hand but I don’t want to spread bad ideas. Do you oversee the operations here?” Mill asked, keeping his hands by his sides.
“Yes I do but I could use some help!”
“Could you give us a tour?”
Mughr looked around, sweat beading on his forehead.
“...we’re out of everything you can imagine. IV drips, heart monitors, pain meds, cough syrup, cough lozenges, glucose, sugar pills, you name it, we’re out of it. Hell we’re even running out of cottons swabs. The Kraslavian stuff helped but a lot of it was stolen a week ago when some burglars broke in. Donations have slowed to a trickle,” Mughr explained as he keyed open his office. A mess of half eaten take-out and canned food greated them.
“Sorry it’s such a bombsite I’ve had to live here. The wife said the flu’s bad where she’s at. Apparently a gang is roaming the streets shooting up anyone who walks by.”
Mill chewed his lip.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Those crooks will be summarily executed when caught. What about staffing measures?”
“Half the damn nurses are on strike and half of the remaining are absent. Those that remain are badly overworked. Some are working while sick.”
“They shouldn’t be.”
“Hey man, we’re tired, everyone’s getting sick, might as well just try and help,” Mughr snapped before realising he was talking to probably the most important man in the country.
“...no offense intended of course.”
Mill sniffed and looked out the room at the rows and rows of beds.
“The good news is the deaths are more linear now and less exponential. So people are starting to stop dying so quickly,” Mughr added, bringing up a chart of death rates from the ward. Twenty-eight had died yesterday. Twenty-seven the day before. Today’s tally was ten so far.