WA Delegate: The Iymârivshen of Lesser Velutaria (elected )
Founder: The People's Republic of Zhengan
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Regional Power: Very High
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Soda Pop Sector in Anteria
The World Census recorded sales of fizzy syrup water in order to determine which nations have the largest beverage industries.
As a region, Anteria is ranked 9,169th in the world for Largest Soda Pop Sector.
|1.||The Eternal Forthright Republic of The Trilla Gang Mafia||Corporate Bordello||“https://discord.gg/mcDENts”|
|2.||The Island of Novaya Zemlja||Anarchy||“A Change in Plans”|
|3.||The People's Republic of Zhengan||Compulsory Consumerist State||“Worker's Revolution Through Capital”|
|4.||The Monastery of the Holy Cycle of The Cyclone||Capitalizt||“We all live in the cycle”|
|5.||The Conglomerado Corporativo of Prybourne||Capitalist Paradise||“¡Que se rompan los martillos y se doblen las hoces!”|
|6.||The Free Land of New Islent||Capitalizt||“Industry and Capital above all”|
|7.||The United States of Bertavia||Right-wing Utopia||“God Bless Bertavia”|
|8.||The Republic of The Objectivist people||Left-Leaning College State||“No Gods Or Kings. Only Men.”|
|9.||The Iymârivshen of Lesser Velutaria||Capitalizt||“Velutaria prevail”|
|10.||The Corporate State of Marcolos||Right-wing Utopia||“My friends, what could be better than wealth.”|
- : The Kingdom of Otcher departed this region for Thegye.
- : The Empire of Klangrad arrived from Scer.
- : The Republic of Shimerland arrived from The East Pacific.
- : The Empire of Fort Ceder arrived from The Pacific.
- : The Kingdom of Otcher arrived from The South Pacific.
- : The Federal Republic of Montecaro arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Iymârivshen of Lesser Velutaria updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Republic of Kentalis unsuppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Republic of Kentalis suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Commonwealth of Scottenberg arrived from New Western Empire.
Anteria Regional Message Board
Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.
|The Federation of Apple Landia|
The Meeting Hall
|The Grand Duchy of The Krenya|
|The Empire of Wellsenfaile|
Police seize 415 million thuroes worth of drugs and weapons
The Wellsenfaile border security force has seized 415 million thuroes worth of drugs and weapons, the largest in its 31-year history. The drugs were seized at Port Faltenja and taken of a cargo ship carrying clocks. 63 people have been arrested, mainly of Slavic descent. An investigation is going on right now to find where the ship came from and started from. Investigators believe the ship came from Hadian as Hadian has said they would give aid to any Facsist group and investigators believe the drugs and weapons were headed for Fascist group Dark 25. The big question facing investigators is, is this the first, or has more come without being found?
|The Commonwealth of Qui Latine|
An allaince is formed between Qui Latine and Tanour.
|The Federal Republic of Montecaro|
|The Kingdom of Gassasinia|
Gassasinian Ministry for the Interior recognises Hadian Empire as a terrorist group.
After Hadian support for the Sons of Hadian, the Gassasinian Ministry for the Interior has recognised the government of Hadian, along with the Hadian Military and the Hadian National Socialist Party as terrorist groups. Political observers have observed that the effect of this announcement is symbolic: cementing that the government of Gassasinia does not recognise the Hadian Empire as a legitimate state.
The Terrorism Act 1982 makes it an offence to support, supply or partake in terrorist groups. Some commentators have suggested that the Gassasinian government may in the future seek intervention into the conflict in Abjekistan.
|The People's Republic of Abjekistan|
Abjekistan National Militia | Offensive Report
After marching for approximately 8 Hours with almost no stops, the convoy was caught in an ambush. A few kilometres before Yerden, the first vehicles were blown up by landmines, while a few dozen Hadianist soldiers launched rockets at the rest of the convoy. The attack was easily overcome, but the damage is important. We lost 4 tanks, 102 soldiers and 6 Transport trucks. The rest of the convoy is still heading towards Yerden.
|The Commonwealth of Qui Latine|
Qui Latine finalizes 8th Abir Motorized Division
Qui Latine has been ramping up its military for some time, many of its resources have gone to armored vehicles, and now it announces the 8th Abir Motorized Division. In total, this means 24,000 soldiers are part of the Abir Motorized Divisions, and it seems only now the production has halted to reorganize. The cabinet also approves of the stopping of production of new divisions, so as it sits now, Qui Latine's military is comprised of these 8 Divisions.
Opinion from the liberal party: "I think our nation is too aggressive. Though we market ourselves as these social democrats with policies of protection, it always seems we take the offensive doctrine and the offensive action; With the implementation of yet another Division in our military, it seems our leader Khaled Byn Corro will stop at nothing to show off what we have at our disposal. We have disclosed information about what he plans to do, he will regret forcing more into the armed forces ...!"
The Liberal Representative was taken out of the room by 2 men armed with assault rifles and with the recent implementation of the authoritarian party (which got a little more than half the seats in Khaled Byn Corro's cabinet) as a peacekeeper in the Qabli palace, it has been forbidden to speak like that in such a place.
Opinion from the conservative party: "I agree with the making of another Division, maybe when it comes there'll be more jobs, more money-making opportunities for our people. Though the liberals will tell you otherwise, without this military those tribal peoples would be harassing us right now! Holding their guns and spears pointed at us right in our own homes, whatever the plan is for this 8th Abir Motorized Division is, It'll still help us protect our people from those meandering thieves!"
the authoritarian and elite parties are still sending responses ...
|The Confederacy of Vultesia|
A day in the life of a Vultesian New Model Army tank crewman, in Nicersdah
'0630, Reveille: I get up from my bunk, the accommodation’s drafty, but serviceable. A lot of the old Nicersdahian military installations got hammered to hell during The Revolution, so I suppose we’re lucky enough to have a roof and working boiler. My billet has eight bunks, all of them belong to a trooper or lance corporal from my troop, some of the senior corporals have managed to grab themselves single beds or even one man rooms left over from the officers. Once the alarm goes off, I throw on a unit t-shirt and my sandals, and grab my washkit while one of the guys knocks the flickering the light on to a chorus of moans and profanities.'...(Continued within)
Tank Gunner, Roan Squadron, 3rd Dragoon Battalion
Yarneugo’s Mount Garrison, Nicersdah
0630, Reveille: I get up from my bunk, the accommodation’s drafty, but serviceable. A lot of the old Nicersdahian military installations got hammered to hell during The Revolution, so I suppose we’re lucky enough to have a roof and working boiler. My billet has eight bunks, all of them belong to a trooper or lance corporal from my troop, some of the senior corporals have managed to grab themselves single beds or even one man rooms left over from the officers. Once the alarm goes off, I throw on a unit t-shirt and my sandals, and grab my wash kit. One of the guys knocks the flickering light on to a chorus of moans and profanities.
0631-0700, Personal Administration: With my towel over my shoulder and wash kit in hand, I head down the block’s central corridor to the ablutions, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Doors to my left and right are swinging open, delivering dozens of blearly soldiers in various states of dress into the hallway. I enter the communal washroom, sorting my teeth and face. I shave,and wax my moustache to regulation, then apply a chapstick on account of the cold. The radio is on in the room when I return to get dressed, once another unintelligible Nicer pop track fades into a jingle, sound bites from a furious sounding debate can be heard. Lord only knows what they’re saying though.
0701-0714, Breakfast: We head out of the block to catch breakfast the weather is dismal. A dirty sleet, carried on a frozen wind spits down haphazardly. Everything in this country that isn’t brown-grey, is grey-brown. Myself, my driver, Lew', and Ionnes, One One Foxtrot ‘Rook’s gunner, head through the miserable weather and squat buildings to the mess hall. We grab our trays from the hot plates the cooks have prepared, and grab a seat at a bench. Other outfits are here too, Fusiliers with their green hackles, Lancers, their sleeves sporting distinctive white and red unit patches, all claiming their preferred benches. A projector on the wall is playing highlights of yesterday’s match between the Scarlets and the Citizens while we wolf down heapings of scrambled egg and lamb rashers. With the dishes thrown to the local contractors for cleaning, we head to the day’s first formation.
0715-0719, Morning Parade: The Squadron Sergeant Major takes the morning nominal roll, and, flanked by the duty corporal, sets amongst the parade for a snap uniform inspection. A couple of the younger troopers are sent running laps of the block for minor misdemeanors, and one of the NCO’s is swiftly sent after them for a sauce stain on his lapel. A tittering chuckle through the ranks is silenced by the Sergeant Major’s crimson face and steely stair. The last of the reprimanded men finish their laps, breathing staggered blasts of steam into the January air as they stand awkwardly back at ease, and the Warrant Officer begins listing out the day’s allotted tasks. Second Troop, my unit, is detailed to assist the spanner monkeys on our tanks’ monthly servicing. The daily oath of allegiance to Princeps and Principate is shouted in unison, and the parade is dismissed.
0720-1245, First Shift: Lew’ and I head down to the tank park, Corporal Iorgitt, my commander is already waiting, talking to the man mountain lance Coporal Domnitt, his second in command and our loader. One Two Charlie ‘Rascal’, our sixty five tonne child, sits silently behind them under a remada, a thin layer of frost covers the whitewash and drab of her armoured skin.
“Get that aux’ engine fired up, Lewitt!” came the Corporal's shout, ringing out in his murky Outland drawl. “The poor girl's f*cking freezing out here.”
Along the Troop’s lines each tank begins to sputter into life. ‘Raven’, ‘Ruin’, our own ‘Rascal’, and finally the Lieutenant’s ‘Raider’. The snapping staccato of their auxiliary engines is soon engulfed by the deafening roar of their main power packs, as each vehicle’s systems are brought online. The tanks are marshalled over to the Corps of Mechanical Engineers workshops, which thankfully, are heated.
An hour or two later, I lay sandwiched between the power pack and the side armour, taking an oil sample from one Rascal’s drive hubs as blood fills my head. An excited tapping on my boot, gives me an excuse to extricate myself. Returning to the strip lit hangar from the dinge of the powerpack, I’m greeted by a beaming Lew’ and one of the CME mechanics.
“Foeley, check it out, brother. You’re famous ahah!’
He passes up his smart phone, God only knows how he has connection out here, I struggle to get a solitary bar anywhere in the garrison. Quickly, my curiosity is replaced by bittersweet realisation. His screen shows a V24 news clip from back home, the piece is clearly on our deployment. Clear as day, I can see my face, as I disembark from the Airforce liner that landed us here. A crate of beer owed per media photo or footage, a long unwritten army tradition. The video finishes and autoplay loads another, some protest, viewed from a news helicopter. A sporadic fluttering of Nicersdahian flags marching down a snowy street. Who knows what they wanted doing or who they wanted lynched, the country’s a mess.
“Yeah you’ve nailed me, alright, alright” I chuckle, tossing the trooper’s phone back. We’ll take the Autograd into the town after and grab a case, but you’re driving me, eagle eyed prick.” Shaking my head lower myself back into the engine housing, sample pump in hand.
1245-1330, Lunch: Following another trudge through the white topped mud that passed for the camp’s central road. We take our place in the queue forming outside the mess hall for our midday meal, Corporal Iorgitt and Domnitt join us.
“What’s the hold up?” asks a Highland accent from behind us, its owner wearing a green beret pinned by the brass citadel insignia of the Army Engineering Corps.
“F*ck knows” replied Domnitt turning to face him. Even in ambivalence, the hulking rugby player carried an air of brute strength, “probably the locals praying to god number 19 of 36” a few chuckles broke out along the line.
1736-2359hrs, Personal Time: Following our evening meal, sourced from what I believe could have been some missing evolutionary link between a cow and an eraser, Lew’ and I head down to the vehicle park. I chuck the keys for the unit’s duty 4x4 Autograd, the ubiquitous, dated, yet eternally loved utility vehicle of the New Model Army to my designated driver. After a thorough attack on the windscreen with a half litre of de-icer, we're on our way to the local town.
“That till jockey could’ve had a bit more of a smile on his face” Lew’ started, raising the tailgate on the Autograd after hauling the two slabs of local lager into the stowage compartment. “Don’t see anyone else around here with money to burn.” He signals around the silent main street of the town, lit by faultering street lamps, the sides of many buildings scarred with the impact of 7.62mm fire. “Hey. When I said keep the change, think what he said was an insult? I can’t understand a word they’re saying, it’s all Qazhshavan to me.” He muses.
“Lord knows,” I reply, “come on, I’m freezing my arse off and that beer is looking dangerously undrunk, let’s head back.”
Have a read guys, there's plenty of foreshadowing and information within. I hope you all enjoy!