Northern Utopia
WA Delegate (non-executive): The Alpine Kingdom of The Soviet state of Svalbard (elected )
Founder: The Indivisible Republic of Grenopia
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Embassies: United States of America, The Free Nations Region, The Region That Has No Big Banks, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Londinium, Official European Union, India, Novus Lucidum, The Socialist Syndicalist Union, Future Earth, The Great Universe, 0000, Bus Stop, and The Great Experiment.
Tags: Featured, Large, Map, Neutral, Offsite Chat, Role Player, Serious, Social, and Video Game.
Regional Power: Moderate
Northern Utopia contains 59 nations, the 362nd most in the world.
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Today's World Census Report
The Most Secular in Northern Utopia
World Census experts studied which citizens seemed least concerned about eternal damnation, spiritual awakeness, and chakra wellbeing in order to determine the most godforsaken nations.
As a region, Northern Utopia is ranked 1,468th in the world for Most Secular.
![]() | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
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1. | ![]() | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Det spelar ingen roll” | |
2. | ![]() | Psychotic Dictatorship | “Absolution through Technological Domination” | |
3. | ![]() | Scandinavian Liberal Paradise | “Better dead than a weeb” | |
4. | ![]() | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “What is a God to a Non Believer” | |
5. | ![]() | Civil Rights Lovefest | “Equality, Progress, and Human Dignity” | |
6. | ![]() | Psychotic Dictatorship | “Мир под одним знаменем!” | |
7. | ![]() | Corrupt Dictatorship | “Tomorrow is another day.” | |
8. | ![]() | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Ad Omnia Finem” | |
9. | ![]() | Iron Fist Consumerists | “We are not your enemy, until you make us one.” | |
10. | ![]() | Left-wing Utopia | “Peace, Protection, Prosperity” |
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Regional Happenings
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The Federal Republic of Chaberton arrived from Balder.
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The Tri Constitutional Monarchy of United Kingdom of Miotia-Candor suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : Jericho manufacturing industries ceased to exist.
- : Kitty cat kingdom ceased to exist.
- : Nu dispatch ceased to exist.
- : Palinstog ceased to exist.
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The Commonwealth of Arwindom arrived from Lazarus.
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The Military Dictatorship of Reichderkaiserbewegung arrived from Lazarus.
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The Free Republic of Zahirea arrived from Lazarus.
- : Thanedom of jon ceased to exist.
Northern Utopia Regional Message Board
Messages from regional members are co-ordinated here.

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![]() | Encounter With URN-RAN "Sir, incoming transmission from the RAN Futsuhama. Requesting our name and purposes." piped the Comms Officer, Karu turning to him and sighing. "That must've been what those UAVs were scouting for, hell." The Commandant stormed over to the Communications Section, picking up the mic and flipping the receiver. "Transmission to RAN Futsuhama, this is a transmission from the SUS Atlas. This is Battlegroup Atlas on a mission to the Republic of Frontera" Karu flipped the receiver and turned back to the Comms Officer "We need to prepare for the worst, get the fleet on Red-3" On the superstructure, three bright lights flashed red three times, all the surface vessel responding with the same symbol. Missiles would be prepped and defenses readied as they prepared for the worst possible situation. | |
![]() | Oliver had barely met the woman and was dazed and confused, hundreds of thousands of his brothers had just died around him and they were telling him to hop into a massive diesel death rover while they scavenged his brothers. He turned to the woman but she nonchalantly popped him in the ass and told him to get on the vehicle. He had climbed into the back and had noticed a collection of unfamiliar people mixed with his brothers-in-arms who were now just as clamored as the ones that surrounded them. He sighed heavily and sat on a hard steel bench of sorts, and before he could close his eyes to clear his head of the carnage which had taken place not even last hour, a heavy bag was tossed onto his lap and a person sat waist-to-waist with Oliver. He opened his eyes and glanced to the person who sat beside him, the woman from before. He looked at the cap on her head and, before remarking on it, the powerful engines roared to life with a deafening noise, the wretched smell of vomit, fuel, and heat filling the cabin area. Oliver gagged before breathing slowly, the smell becoming accustom to his nose. The ride there had been hot, stuffy, and uncomfortable as the unfamiliar woman sat next to him, he groin weighed down by the woven back which held an assortment of handguns. Oliver looked at his hand which was covered in a mixture of soft jungle dirt, blood, and bruises. On his ring finger was the beautiful ring, a simple ring, but beautiful. He used nearly an entire half year's salary to get married, a wedding, rings, and all. The more he thought about it, the more he really thought he would never make it back to his wife, son, or bakery. The vehicle suddenly swerved, the ecstatic smile of the woman's face from the swerve not matching his own as she stated her name. An odd name indeed, but he nodded at her remark...Jezabel, huh? He hopped out of the vehicle behind her and followed her to the table which sat the women, looking around at the surroundings, unfamiliar, gargantuan, and...welcoming? | |
![]() | "Pact of Eternal Rose?" Said Joseph with uncertainty. "It must mean they are interested and will most likely accept our proposal of a Northern Utopian Union." Said Prussia. "Well, if it means I get one step closer towards the end goal of a Northern Utopian Union, it is worth the risk. Go immediately to | |
![]() | The walls which surrounded Rothersbrough rose high, Brackhold International sat on a large clearing of land which was now an airport, the busiest within the United Kingdom which pooled millions of cubic tons of cargo and passengers every day. It was, to say the least, comical that the "I give my good mornings to you both" He extended a hand to Perry and his aide Neriah, who introduced themselves with a shake. "My names is Dexter Emerson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the United Kingdom of Great Harmouth." Isaac also held out a hand and smiled. "And I am Isaac DeLeon, de facto and proposed Ambassador to Jezabelstien." Both would mentally remark that when dignitaries brought a woman with them, they were usually for the more...curt means of pleasure, but this woman didn't look like that kind of woman, these two were people of military stature. However, the man looked less-than-excited to be here, stressed and more interested in his mug than the mission at hand. Dexter moved aside and began leading the two to the motorcade, opening the door as he spoke. "We at the United Kingdom are delighted to have you here, our first destination for our talks will be a breakfast at Royal Hall of Hampton. What can I interest you both in? Fine Harman cuisine or a request of your own?" By this point, all four had entered the mid-sized vehicle and were moving from the airport. | |
![]() | 18 Hours Later: It took 18 hours to get from | |
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![]() | The sparse wood-walled office carried the scent of dry coffee with the air abuzz with the dull hum of flourescent lamps, the wooden facade did little to mask the heavy bulkheads that held the giant building above in place as behind a glass-fronted desk a mostly bored woman dressed in a casual shirt as her official coat slung from the chair behind her, her eyes glanced up at Prussia as he approached with the forms in hand. TACIT2/FAOFF/OFF/COMM/INT... I've got a someone from some place I've never heard of asking about joining the ROSE thing, are we still doing that? --- RE: Most of the internal stuff is gathering dust, are they serious? --- RE: RE: He's staring at me like I know something, so I guess it is? --- RE: RE: RE: Officiate on it and file it away, can we run a background on whoever these guys are? --- RE: RE: RE: RE: Some place called Astana-Andyland. --- RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Oh hell, them... well tell them the rules and if they hang about just file it. --- RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: Feels like a bad idea. The woman rubbed her eyes as she turned from the screen, "So the standard Pact rules apply in full force, you will be considered on a probationary period until the form goes through in two to... six days, you'll be expected to provide an envoy and gifts for Irene." she recounted from memory in a dull monotone, "Do you accept?" | |
![]() | Perry glanced back at the grey dressed woman behind him before he stared down at his half-empty mug, "Well I'm Perry Smith, Chief Coordinator of the Justice and Protection Directory and Director of the CEC... this is... Neriah." he stated with a confused tone as the woman lightly bowed, "I'll get to the point, we noticed some extreme damage to your power generation capacity and felt it would be in our best interests to reduce the risk of potential unrest and hopefully sooth some sour ties." Perry continued as he walked towards the offered vehicle, "Do you do soup?... I feel like some soup." | |
![]() | Dexter's face became confused but he cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm afraid you stand correct, the Oliver Dam Hydroelectric Generation Station was subject to a terrorist attack. A matter like this must...this type of matter must be taken with His Majesty, the King. However, I can assist you in our currently sour ties." The motorcade was now entering city center, pulling closer to the Royal Hall. "Soup is more than manageable, any specific type you'd like? And you, miss?" The motorcade stopped in front of the Royal Hall, it rose in grandeur, spreading wide with pillars, fine marble, granite, and concrete. Atop was a large dome, high above sat a dragon emblem, visible until they came under the pillars and to the door. Two servants bowed as they opened the doors, dressed finely in suits with tailcoats. "Dignitaries of Jezabel, I welcome you to the Royal Hall of Hampton." The Royal hall was massive inside, beautiful marble floor with deep mahogany interior mixed with hanging crystal chandeliers, enough paintings to fill the Fengese Hall of Art and enough servants to man a two battalions. "Right this way for your breakfast." Dexter and Isaac led the two into the large dining hall. | |
![]() | This concerned Prussia. He was not expected to have another diplomat or gifts, as the last time this was happened back when The Empire of So after much bureaucratic mumbo-jumbo, they assembled 4 gifts for them. A rare and unique Anderian Fox with a deeply rich purple fur, one of the only two plasma cannons left after the Autocratic State of After getting the word, Prussia agreed to the gifts requirement and also gave her a document containing the words (Draft Proposed by |