Dream World

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Embassies: St Abbaddon, The Roleplaying Paradise, Summer Forest, Salem, Mariner Trench, Iris, The Republic of Cyland, and Lisseum.

Tags: Minuscule, Modern Tech, Post-Modern Tech, and Role Player.

Dream World contains 3 nations.

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1.The Grand Duchy of Aqua OceaniaNew York Times Democracy“Lets Commit War Crimes!”
2.The Empire of InternetzPsychotic Dictatorship“Quack!”
3.The Kingdom of New DraganiaAuthoritarian Democracy“This is a new beginning for all of us.”

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via St Abbaddon

The Oceanic Mutual Associative of Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire

Nova Terra: Archons and Aeons

By Stratocratic-Anarchy Oceanic Empire (aka Aqua Oceania)

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“Place yourself in the right place at the right time. For history will see.” — Reneeli'i Shrumwater, professor emerita of the Salertse Academy of Universal Arts in Dabrela. (31 October 1977)

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Eastern Continents - - - - - - Thanedom of Dabrela

(October 2026)

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Plurinational Hall of Abrioleo, Dabrela

Two figures. A prime minister and a foreign diplomat spoke in a small white-painted office:

“So you're not here to represent the entirety of the Oceanic government-in-exile?”

“No,” said the stranger as she poured a stream of tea from a porcelain pot into two cups. “I'm representing the interests of my region. No longer for Oceania.” Having poured the tea, she began stirring both with a silvered teaspoon. “We've noted your new policies concerning the undisturbed orient. Truly impressive indeed.”

“These policies, impressive? They have no concern for your state of Whiteshallow.” As the minsiter cupped her tea a handcrafted ring was unveiled; shining from beams of light pouring through from a small windowsill within the small office. It was emblazoned with the silver sun of Dabrela, a marking of the Thane's grace and respect for her leadership. “Ms. Laurence, Whiteshallow is not an independent polity and has not been for more than seventy-five years. How can it have interests in a matter as this? I find this particulary odd.”

“For Dabrela, odd indeed. But the Whiteshallan leadership does not consider it so.” The stranger took a sip from the cup.

“Amuse me then. Why does Whiteshallow care?”

“The same reasons why Dabrela cares. There is value in those lands.”

“Value in what?”

“Platinum.”

...

There was a brief pause.

“So you're aware of the crater, huh?” the Dabrelan prime minister responded.

The Whiteshallan diplomat, Adeline, nodded. With the conversation on what she wanted in full sway, she picked up her tea and took another sip. She then pushed on towards her proposition. “Why wouldn't we be? And now that crater matters far more than it was not too many years ago. Enough to financially recover and bolster Dabrela and Whiteshallow afer this current war.”

The Dabrelan minister softly chuckled. She was already too amused about a state of a massive country currently embroiled in civil war trying to make demands to one of the world's most prosperous and militarily capable city-states. “So now you're making demands to concede the crater's rights to you? It's not something you can just outright claim from halfway across the globe.”

“We're not here to claim the crater. We're here for buisness. Now make it worthwhile or we'll pick up a better deal with the Ylassehti.”

...

The Dabrelan prime minister went silent.

“That's right,” Adeline remarked, “we could have just made a deal with Ylasseht to get access to their percentage of resource profits. Another option was to sign a pact with your 'allies' in the Dentevi Powers to inspect possible lithium deposit sites in the Eastern Continents. Hell bring Drulkar's blessings, even our mercs were excited at the possibility to serve in Ylasseht.” Adeline then proceeded to take out a thin folder tucked in within her coat. Out of the folder, she pulled out what was a nautical chart marking sea routes across portions of the Eastern Continents. She then pulled another document which contained terrestial markings of ground areas on the continents. “For awhile, the Federal Union of Oceania developed interests in chartering and scouting the continents for possible resource deposits aboveground and undersea. There was also general interest in examining the political conditions of the isolated countries in the area. Nonetheless, what was assumed was correct. There are an exponential amount of resources in these areas. St Abbaddon's global market has been shut for the past two years without any movement of return to relative productivity. Now is the time to exploit them. There is no intergovermental barrier or law from the League of St Abbaddon (LSA) halting us from these isolated nations and scouting their resource deposits.”

“Are you going to suggest we war these 'isolates'?”

“I'm suggesting we play our cards right,” Adeline responded. “These are countries with the same political struggles and financial struggles we suffer here in our portion of the globe. The LSA can no longer halt us from interacting with them. Plus, your Dentevi Powers allies have been etching for years to get their hands on resource deposits here. Dabrela is no exception, you've depended on foreign imports for years.”

Adeline then stated. “Even if Whiteshallow does secure or doesn't secure future independence. Our interests remain. I'm also aware that Dabrela can't organize a proper expedition to examine that crater's platinum and gold deposits. The Dentevi Powers will respond against you with heavy repercussions when they find units of yours directly operating in the Eastern Continents. Thus, I'm offering the Dabrelan state hired units from Whiteshallow to do the labor for you. This will assure the liabilities don't fall on you and the entire city.”

“What else? That isn't the entire proposition, I assume.” The Dabrelan Prime Minister examined the chart that examined what Oceania had been prospecting for in the Eastern Continents. Her eye was keen on the overseas installations marked down.

Laurence continued. “We'll provide you with access to a large array of heavy equipment and satellite technology that the Oceanic government left behind here in this part of the Eastern Continents. All of it is equipment left behind when they were conducting research and prospecting the regions of these continents. Scouting and mining equipment. Heavy and plenty of tons of it. In exchange, Whiteshallow wishes to purchase a shareable interest in the mining of the crater. And we are willing to invest on it. Dabrela has the closest, easiest, and likely the most profitable deposit we know of. And if the war in St Abbaddon ends and Whiteshallow does achieve independence, we'll provide a hell of a lot more than just financial aid and mercenaries.”

The remark Laurence made had a larger impact than what it truly meant. Laurence implied that Whiteshallow's view on staying with their united overlord country, Oceania, had come to an end. Perhaps even implying the possible end of Oceania's existence as a federation of formerly independent countries.

“We have gained a chance to prospect these lands together, undisturbed from St Abbaddon through the aeons. We have a chance perhaps to even discover new water routes that circulate the globe. Now, do we have a deal? Whiteshallow is willing.”

The Prime Minister would ponder the final question silently. She responded slowly.

“We shall see. We shall see.”



The Kingdom of New Dragania

Ok we are restarting the RP again. This time we all agreed on it being a Space Scifi RP that takes place hundreds of thousands of years before the ST Abbaddon RP.

Here is the beginning of it:

"You want me to what?" Emperor Brian of Draganisia asked his daughter Alexis as they had a meeting in his main office.

Alexis answered. "I need your point of view about the Dragon Empire before it fell and what lead to that moment. If we are going to stop the Black Fleet from destroying us as well then the rest of us need to know exactly what happened."

Brian didn't believe it would make a difference. "Even I don't know everything that lead to our fall."

Alexis didn't care. "But you do know enough that could make a difference. "

Finallyhe agreed to tell her what happened.
"Fine. But you should know by now to be careful what you wish for.

OK 100,000 Years Ago a great civilization called the Dragon Empire ruled over the galaxy. Now although it is called that Dragons like us were not the only race within it. There were humans and many other races as well. The minor races were well cared for and were thriving to the point where they were all extremely happy at the time... However as with all great civilizations things were never what they seemed to be. And in the end it fell not just because of Galen and the Black Fleet... but because of ourselves as well.

This is my story about how the Dragon Empire was before its fall and what lead to it.

( The Fall of the Dragon Empire won't happen until the very end of the RP whenever that may be. However that won't be for a long time as long as the RP remains ACTIVE.)

via Mariner Trench

The Liberal Democracy of Nouveaurich

“Welcome to Nouveaurich-2. We have now landed in CLK-0 Spaceport in the planetary capital of Novel. Local time is half past noon with days on Nouveaurich-2 spanning twenty-four hours. The outside temperature is a lovely 291 Kelvin with scattered showers of hydrogen dioxide. The planet’s natural atmosphere is composed primarily of nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide and is considered to be safe to breathe for carbon-based lifeforms. If anyone needs help with artificial air, kindly let our attendants know and they will be happy to assist.” The pilot took a second to breathe. “Acceleration due to gravity is 9.9 meters per second squared. This has been your captain, Dae-Young Lee. Once again, I'd like to thank everyone for choosing to fly Nouveau Galactic and I hope to see everyone again soon.”

Obafemi Smith had felt the gravity adjust long before they had entered the planet’s atmosphere but the seatbelt signs only unlit after the spacecraft had docked with passenger tubes securing itself against the doors. He happily noted how everyone on board seemed to obey the signs - Obafemi remembered being on flights to other planets where the other passengers would float about before slamming against the fuselage interior as soon as the G forces kicked in.

CLK-0 Spaceport was clean to the point of sterility, which was exactly how Obafemi liked it. Though it was crowded - CLK-0 was reportedly one of the busiest spaceports in the star system - everyone seemed to be headed somewhere and knew exactly where to go. It was the exact opposite of his birth planet.

It wasn’t long before Obafemi found himself at the immigration counter, face to face with a friendly-looking droid.

“What is the purpose of your visit to Nouveaurich-2, Mr. Smith?”

“I’ve been hired by Anansi Networks as a roboticist.”

The droid whistled, a musical yet artificial sound that may challenge organic lips. “Anansi Networks! They do good work.”

Obafemi smiled pleasantly. He knew the droid was running a background check as they spoke. It was probably simultaneously conversing with the Talent Resources server at Anansi Networks to confirm his contract.

“I see you’ve been awarded a talent visa. You are eligible for Nouveauriche citizenship. You just need to submit additional documents to verification and appear for an in-person interview six weeks from now. Do you wish to undergo naturalization?“

“Yes, I intend to do so.”

“Excellent! We are happy to have you.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes, everything seems to be in order. Welcome to Nouveaurich-2, Mr. Smith.”

Obafemi exited the spaceport and breathed in the brisk, clean air. It smelled like home.

via Mariner Trench

The Liberal Democracy of Nouveaurich

Obafemi had a successful day at Anansi Networks and was enjoying the evening in his spacious apartment overlooking the city of Novel. He switched on the news, eager to hear the events of the day unfold.

A woman in a navy blazer began to read the news. “Our top story tonight is the massive protests at a farming community in Titan-8. The colony's farmers are up in arms over the introduction of a genetically-enhanced super crop, called Stable Wheat, that promises to alleviate galactic hunger. This can potentially render traditionally-grown crops obsolete.”

Obafemi watched with interest as the news anchor described the protests and the implications of the new crop.

“Stable Wheat requires drastically less fertile soil and can even be cultivated by city dwellers without any agricultural experience. This removes the advantage of growing crops in specialized communities such as the ones in Titan-8. Besides the threat to their livelihood, farmers are insisting that since the crop was designed using artificial intelligence from genetic profiles of plants cultivated on Titan-8, Stable Wheat is in breach of copyright law. A class action lawsuit has been filed.”

Obafemi scratched his beard.

The screen switched to a balding man with gold teeth who was introduced as the attorney behind the class action lawsuit. “They say copyright can only be applied to artistic works, but what are farmers if not artists? Stable Wheat may hide behind a purported mission to alleviate hunger, but I see it for what it is: a way for the elites in Nouveaurich-2 to erase our heritage and take away our livelihoods.”

Obafemi scratched his head.

The program transitioned to another man in a trim suit who was the legal counsel for Stable Crop. “Stable Wheat was designed to help those in need, not to take away the livelihoods of farmers. More food is always better. Stable Wheat was a product of years of research and development, and our company has the right to patent our product.”

The program went back to the anchor in the news studio. “While the Justice Department has been keeping mum on the case, we reached out to an expert to get their views.”

The expert, a professor from the University of Novel, was asked to weigh in on the debate. “The Nouveauriche Federation will always decide in favor of the consumer and the introduction of Stable Wheat represents more choices in the market. Furthermore, our judges have always made it clear that copyright law exists to incentivize innovation such as Stable Wheat, so they are unlikely to rule in favor of the class action lawsuit.”

Obafemi thought about the implications of the case. He knew that regardless of the outcome, the introduction of Stable Wheat would be a game-changer for the farming community. He also wondered about the implications for the rest of the galaxy, and how this case could be a precedent for other similar cases in the future. Obafemi switched off the news and took one last look at the city of Novel before he went to bed.

Post self-deleted by Kunzeburg.

via Salem

Kunzeburg

Hello?

via Salem

Kunzeburg

Oh wait, no ones posted here for months

The Grand Duchy of Aqua Oceania

Stuff relating to Dream World is currently work in progress.

Kunzeburg wrote:Oh wait, no ones posted here for months

via Salem

Kunzeburg

Aqua Oceania wrote:Stuff relating to Dream World is currently work in progress.

Ok

Crystal j summer

I’m back!

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