WA Delegate (non-executive): The Republic of United Slavik States (elected )
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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Publishing Industry in The Frontier
The World Census tallied social media complaints from students regarding overpriced textbooks to determine which nations have the largest book publishing industries.
As a region, The Frontier is ranked 9,674th in the world for Largest Publishing Industry.
|1.||The Empire of New Kal Wes Wyopochila||Father Knows Best State||“We Will Endure”|
|2.||The Empire of Middle Gre Movorte||Corrupt Dictatorship||“Mission Accomplished”|
|3.||The Republic of United Slavik States||Corporate Bordello||“Stability is the key to success”|
|4.||The Empire of Erschenstaft||Left-Leaning College State||“Fur Kaiser, volk, und Vaterland”|
|5.||The Kingdom of Polandea||Iron Fist Consumerists||“lick my penis”|
|6.||The Kingdom of GroosGermania||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Volksgemeinschaft”|
|7.||The Republic of The Catskill||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“We Will Endure”|
|8.||The Republic of Henquiense||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Unidos e fortes, pátria boa”|
|9.||The Kingdom of Zarvitan||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Prosper, As We Shall.”|
|10.||The Democratic States of Drakachol||Left-Leaning College State||“Forward WE March”|
- : United western lands ceased to exist.
- : The Community of Thedias arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Commonwealth of Slavanskuh gosudarstv departed this region for Wintercrest.
- : The Commonwealth of Slavanskuh gosudarstv arrived from The West Pacific.
- : The Commonwealth of Moilers departed this region for Nordic Lands.
- : The Commonwealth of Moilers arrived from Valley of Peace.
- : Monkestans ceased to exist.
- : The Commonwealth of Baliitzkreg arrived from The North Pacific.
- : The Commonwealth of West sandoi arrived from The Pacific.
- : Bampia penite ceased to exist.
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Then again. “COW’S ROTTEN TOE… and I’m not touching it!” The thumbnail is gross (and by thumbnail I mean the video, not the nail of the cow’s toe - actually, I mean both, that was also gross). I don’t understand why this is being recommended to me. This time I watch about thirty seconds, just out of morbid curiosity, before closing it out to listen to music instead. Why’s the algorithm so weird?
One last one - “COW WITH A BIG PROBLEM?!” - before I shut off my computer and go to bed. I don’t think about it any more. Why would I?
Then I wake up. It’s early morning, probably just before 5 - the sky is a dark desaturated blue, the moon sneaking off towards the horizon. I stare up, appreciating the beauty of the dim stars, and the gentle lullabies of owls in the trees, and the earthy scent of hay in my nose - and then realise I was meant to be in my bed. I sit up, confused.
I hear footsteps behind me. Swishing in the grass. Gentle moos. “Who’s there?” I call out.
“Sh,” they answer immediately. I try to look at them but it’s too dark. There are several people, all of their features indistinguishable in the darkness. Behind them the cows advance, a great horde of them, dense as a cloudbank. But oddly I don’t feel scared. The closest to me hands me a burlap sack and says in a low voice, “We’re collecting sharp rocks so that the cows don’t step on them.”
“There!” whispers one of the others, pointing to a tuft of grass. We move over to it and descend on the stones, a flurry of smooth action. And then another, and another. All the time the warm mass of cows moves forward behind us. Our bags rattle like a pouch of charms.
We reach a river bank, and I empty my stones out on to a large, water-polished rock that gleams like a mirror.
“Each one of those,” I hear a low voice saying, “is a cow that you’ve protected.”
I count them. One hundred and twenty nine.
I come out from the trees on the bank and it’s late afternoon all of a sudden. Golden light like it’s trapped in amber. The sunlight is bright on the leaves and on the cows’ backs. Still I can’t make out any faces.
“Here,” one says. They are sitting by a cow, trimming its hoof. “Look.” There, embedded in the soft cushion of the cow’s foot - a sharp black rock, jagged like a volcano’s tooth. They trim back the hard horn of the outer hoof, then the softer part, more gently, until finally they extract the rock. “It would have hurt for her to walk,” they say mournfully. “We do what we can.”
I go to the cows - how can I not? - and they regard me with their big black pools of eyes. They limp towards me and offer me their hooves, and I find the tools beside me in the grass before I have a chance to wonder how. I trim and cut and draw out stones until by my side there’s a pile of rocks, and all around me are forty one serene cows, eighty two big black relieved eyes, one hundred and sixty four healed hooves.
By now the sun is low in the sky. One of them comes up to me, pats me on the shoulder. “You’ve done well, my friend,” they say. “But it’s time for you to go. Your kind can’t stay here long.”
“But they need me. Let me stay. Please.”
“You can still help us, from the other world.” I realise I recognise their voice. A snippet from somewhere. Another life, perhaps - I barely remember. There was a white glowing screen, and… a bed…?
“How?” I ask.
“It’s simple, my friend.” They fix me with a sad, knowing smile. “Moove and endorse.”
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