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Costelberg | Hey guys, should I have my land shaped like Belka or something else? I think Belka kinda looks cool. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Baby Yoda of Tringapore | Good afternoon, TNP! :D Lovely day here in Singapore! Will post my "entrance" post later on! How are ya'll? :) Tringapore is ranked 135,051st in the world and 4,906th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 3.01 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. Crazy Rich Tringaporeans | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Costelberg | Costelberg is ranked 1,518th in the world and 50th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 136.47 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. Lol the poor go suffer hahaha | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Socialist Federative State of Molossiania | Molossiania is ranked 196,643rd in the world and 7,534th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 1.64 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. Aerilia, Ethnon, and Tringapore | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Zapadoza | Hello | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Of emptiness | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Federal Commonwealth of Perikuresu | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Blauer Reichsadler of Lemsrow | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia | Nope Hail Francois Isidore! Xagill, Francois Isidore, and Cereskia | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Federal Commonwealth of Perikuresu | Perikuresu is ranked 159,323rd in the world and 5,908th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 2.3 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Cereskia | FRANCIS! FRANCIS! FRANCIS! FRANCIS! FRANCIS! FRANCIS! FRANCIS! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Somewhat Democratic Republic of TyGerria | Is there a way to remove a policy? The TyGerrian Mafia shouldn't be making this much off of cars | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Of emptiness | Solve this:(Hint:e n c r y p t i o n p a g e s . | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Disputed Territories of Territorio di Nessuno | Hello, and for the new one welcome here! Feel free to ask anything if you need any help :) " The North Pacific Handbook Welcome! · Why you should be in TNP · Ways to get involved · WA Development Program · RolePlay · Trading cards
@@FEATURED_TABLE@@ Welcome to The North Pacific! Welcome to The North Pacific (TNP)! You might be a new nation to the game or in TNP, and you don't really know what is going on or where to start. Or you may be an experienced member but have several questions regarding some of the activities going on. Whatever the case, we have put together this handbook that you can use to familiarize yourself with the game and TNP, and to make the most out of your time in NationStates (NS). The handbook has a number of different sections. The index below will help you navigate them. If you have any questions not answered in this handbook, feel free to send a telegram to Delegate Kaschovia, Minister of Home Affairs Lionsroar, or any of the Gameside Advocates and Mentors. They will be glad to help! Additionally, we are always looking to improve this handbook, so let us now if you think something should be added or changed. Onboarding Checklist This section covers the very first items you should check off as a newcomer to the game and TNP.
Ways to Get Involved Now that you have cleared the basics, you must be looking for things to do. Below are some of the opportunities TNP offers.
Regional Publications Through our regional nation, The Northern Light, we post a number of regular regional publications. You can follow them to stay up to speed with what's going on in TNP.
Other Useful Links Below are miscellaneous resources useful for all nations.
This dispatch is updated automatically on a daily basis. Please do not edit manually. "
Also check out our RP: RMB RP: Important update: The Strangereal map has changed from TNP to region=saint_helene Strangereal Roleplay Map Very important points: 1. If you would like to stake a claim in for some land on the map then TG, Waupun Island, Minuda, Lungha. 2. If you make a post on the RMB asking to be put on the map, or put it in a factbook or dispatch, you will be ignored, please refrain from doing so. 3. Try your best to find out in advance WHERE you would like to claim, not just "can i join the map pls" or a vague "this rough area pls" *points at an entire continent* Get yourself paint.net, make a thing, show where you want it. Or at the very absolute least try to put in words exactly where, it's not that hard. 4. When you know where you want to be, stay there, don't ask carto if you can move. "B-b-but that spot is nicer and-" Should have thought of that in advance. - - Claims must be: Maps
Reminder: The alliance map is not handled by the carto team but by independent people who only work on it when they feel like it, this may cause the alliance map to be outdated, do not ask for it to be updated, it will be when a new version is finished. - - Pegasia - -
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Xagill, Aerilia, Ethnon, Tringapore, and 2 othersSouth Baba, and Zapadoza | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Most Excellent Empire of Picairn | Why weep or slumber America | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Sankta-Aegis Confederation of Rynese Empire | ...What was this?... ...It feels so… real. Yet at the same time, she can swear that this isn’t. Nothing seems right. Things… they’re different to how they should be. She could swear the grass was greener outside, she could swear it wasn’t this… burnt, black-and-grey colour. From afar, she could barely witness the decaying ruins of things she could somewhat recognize. Why?... Why was… everything like this?... Just a moment ago, she had arrived at the one place she could somewhat vaguely call home, and now… she was in this desolate warfield, where there lay nothing but a bleak panorama of a cloudy, grey sky, which blended into the grey, decaying buildings around her. Why…? She can’t stay here any longer. This has to be false. Some… some sort of figment of her nonexistent imagination. Taking a step forward, she begins to run. The noise left behind by her steps, following the wake that the air forms as she moves forward, determined as she always is, makes her feel as though they’re dragging her down. Keeping her down. Slowing her down. She can hear the manner in which her turbines spool up, faster, and faster, providing her with more, and more energy to run. This had to be fake. There was no way this could ever be the reality she was getting used to. Focusing her energy on her right side, making it travel down from her chest, through her shoulder and down the length of her arm, a thunderous crimson cloud surrounds her hand. The silverette moves it forward, and then back, from the energy-filled cloud, her blade - a broader version of a longsword - appears. She grips it tightly, unaware, unsure of what was to come next. As she travels forward, the world warps and shifts around her. The mere sight of such making her firmly believe that there was no way this could possibly be real. Yet, as the grass beneath her feet turns to a shattered, cold, hard concrete and pavement, the open, war-torn fields turning into a ruined, decaying cityscape where no life could be felt, detected, or even witnessed by her, the woman begins to feel something she never, ever wanted to start feeling. An odd ache, somewhere in her chest, along with an emotion she dreads with her life. She continues going forward, until the shadows of the Fragmentation put her swift traverse through the cityscape to a complete stop. They tower over her, simply two of these arcane, impossible beasts. There is no skin, nor is there fur, all there is, is the sudden filling of the air with a maddened roar of pure anger, their bodies like voids where no light could possibly escape. She dodges, utilizing the clever engineering done to her legs to propel herself backwards, such a movement allowing her to gather herself for combat, her gaze’s limits being filled with status data pertaining to the current situation. With this added time, she is able to enter a better stance against these two abhorrent ‘beings’. In the Aegises’ world, such cruel, vile creatures couldn’t continue living. her silver gaze, paired with her indigo eyes, pierce into the blank, white orbs through which the creatures see. A challenge. She moves swiftly, her arm allowing her sword’s business end to be behind her body. With the speed at which she sprints, and the force that she’ll put into this slash, this accursed thing cannot continue to be. She promised. ...For almost exactly 100 milliseconds, she pauses. ...What… was that?... With all her might, a low grunt escaping her lips as she forces her arm to carry the weight of her blade forward, she strikes against the first of these creatures, managing a clean, deep cut into its ‘body’, from said wound, a black, almost stale-oil-alike substance erupts, it’s flow slow, as the enraged beast lets out a damning roar of pain. However, she cannot sit still and analyze what’s going on. She quickly dashes to the left, once again gathering herself for another attack run. While the first is re-assessing its surroundings, she goes for the second, once again running towards it and putting as much force into her blades’ connection with the beast as she can. For this second creature of the abyss, a quicker, sooner end is given, as the silverette’s blade connects straight through it, impaling itself into the depths of the creature, which lets out a dying roar as it ceases to be, dissipating around the woman and her blade, leaving almost no trace of having been there aside from a splatter of it’s ‘blood’ under the point of contact. She recoils back, once again dashing. This sort of ‘boom and zoom’ tactic had worked several times already, and it still proved effective in comparison to a close-quarters brawl against what she could assume was a creature that could outpower her. Still, as she allowed the beast to gaze into her steely, cold and dead eyes one last time, all she can think about is why her promises seemed so… Was she dozing off in the middle of battle?... What was going on with her? With the world, in its entirety? An odd anger rose through her, a groan running through her lips as she sped towards the offending creature, ending it’s existence almost as quickly as it began, although in a much more graceful manner than it deserved. With the immediate threats to her being eliminated, as far as she can tell, the silverette scans the area around her. One can never be too sure, after all. Her head moves quickly, from one side and doing a complete 180 degree turn to the other side. She focuses on all objects of the decaying ‘city’ that she finds herself in the middle of, feeling as though she’s being watched. She hates this, she hates it she hates it she hates it- 「...」 That… ...sigh… She turns around, gripping her blade tightly yet unevenly, quickly entering a combat stance even though she truly did hope it was who she thought it was. Yet she finds.. nothing. Merely a soft mist upon the horizons of her vision, and the continuation of the decay, the misery and bleakness of this city. How much more must this world throw to her? Lifting her up for something she could at least call real only to then drop her flat on her behind. Her stance dissolves, and with it, she begins to realize she had been breathing through her mouth for a little bit now. She really didn’t need so much air exchange between the outside world and her turbines, yet her body, her mind, was telling her to keep alert. To cool her systems down because whatever came next would make her wish she had done so. It’s an odd feeling. She dislikes it. Very much. She can’t just stay here forever. Once again, she starts sprinting forward. And the world continues to slowly change around her, the decay becoming more and more evident, more and more pronounced, as she goes on. Something within her burns. It aches and it needs to be soothed, somehow, someway. This wasn’t her first rodeo with this aching feeling of misery, but this was the first time that she wasn’t feeling it due to someone else, or because she felt for someone else. This was her own feelings, that which she felt towards herself. What was this world doing to her?... She bit her bottom lip as she kept going forward, the cracks in the pavement giving birth to grass, then moss, that began to creep through and onto the ruins of humanity’s temples and paths, windows no longer existing, merely broken glass shards upon the concrete of the sidewalks. All she could hope for was that this wasn’t real. That this was some sort of sickened figment of her imagination. Did she even enjoy the privilege of an imagination? Did she even think, at all? Were these her own thoughts? Or was this her programming, telling her how to feel, showing her what to feel, and when to do so? Was she going insane? Was insanity even possible for her kin?... On top of her chest, on her heart, this weight, this heavy weight begins to press. Did she even have a heart? Did she have some form of free will, or was she perpetually stuck in a cycle of delusion and fabrication? Were the things that the engineers told her somehow true? Could she truly be experiencing a dream?, or had the curtain upon her illusion of a life have finally been pulled, the barren, true reality that she had been kept from suddenly shown to her?... … Was she even real? She felt tense and rigid. Unusually so. The indentations along her exposed skin, the markings of her age, of her out of date and abandoned concept and of her decaying legacy, through which her metallic bones and pipe veins, her pumping blood vessels, that which kept the oil that was like a fine blood to her coursing through her entire being, could be witnessed. For the first time in a long time, she could feel the cold, damp air hug the metallic plates onto which her synthetic skin had been plastered over. Pale and bleak, colorless as this city that surrounded her. As her mind, her virtual, fake mind began to race, a million thoughts being processed every minute, a million answers being provided yet none satisfactory to her heightened, ill senses, she began to slow down, until at last, she was stopped. Though she could see, the world around her had been reduced to a sorry blur, a myriad of greys and soft greens of overgrown nature, the sky seeming no different to yet another wall blocking her path forward. She hates this. She hates this. The cold air that hugs her isn’t like the soft grasp of those pale hands, even through those black, stylish gloves. The damp, humid world around her is lifeless, yet her memories, intact as they had been, don’t lie to her. This wasn’t what it was like, it couldn’t possibly be. She had someone. She had things, she had a purpose, she had… She had… this… She hates this... She Slowly, the blurry mess that was her vision begins to change. Blacks, the edge of the horizon and the clearing clouds revealing the orange of sundown. The blur softly begins to be cast aside as renewed energy makes her grip her blade with strength she honestly would not ever consider for such a menial task. Yet the burning within her only gets stronger, as suddenly, everything around her ceases to be. She is cast upon an endless void, where a cloudy night lies on top of her, and pitch-black darkness is the floor upon which she walks on. Her vision is far from crystal clear, blurry and cloudy as it had been, she realizes trying to wait for it to calibrate or somehow clear up is meaningless. Her eyes are merely cameras for her processors to virtualize the images of and then turn said images into data that they can use for her to ‘see’, to ‘witness’. And in the middle of this empty nothingness, all she can do is keep moving. With a full, bright moon to her right, her body starting, finally, to tire of this. Her speed is almost untouched, but her steps begin to get softer, the loud thumping of the odd boot-heel anomaly that had been assigned to her since the moment of her commissioning starting to fade into the back of her mind. And as she traverses this empty land, as though she had hit a wall dead-on with her face, everything turns into nothing. Yet her eyes witness. A white and orange blade, piercing through a pale and black mass. In it’s recoil, a splatter of crimson liquid erupts. As her vision clears… ...she swears she knows who that shirt belongs to… A blur becomes vision no longer impaired, even her HUD breathes back into life as she spurs back into movement. She’s home. At last she’s at the gates of her home, yet as she gazes towards the building, the great building that has sheltered her before and continues to shelter her today… It’s decay is not lost to her. This can’t be real. She moves quickly through the dying flower field that her companion cared for every day. She can’t bear to look at it in this state, and she’ll do something about it when she gathers her “mind”. She can’t think well right now, she’s self-aware enough to realize that trying to stop now when her entire body aches like this is a futile matter that will only bring her to delay more. She continues to softly breathe through the tiny opening that splits her lips, as all of a sudden, as she appears upon the front path through which one would enter the large building to her side… A figure, one she can vaguely place yet is completely unaware of. Vaguely a head shorter than her, with long orange hair. The figure stays in her vision for only a few seconds before it vanishes, much the same way one of those monsters cast upon the earth from the abyss do… Dead… that’s one less problem… - She can barely hear the voice of her virtual psyche through the rising, conflicting thoughts that she has been sorting through since this ‘experience’ started. She looks in the general direction where that ‘thing’ was headed, and finds that the great square that she knew and learned to appreciate was far gone. There lies nothing beyond the sidewalk fifty metres down to her left. She closes her eyes for a second, an exact second, and then opens them again, finding no change. The bushes that once lined this path are dying, and her attention is only brought back into the world around her as she hears a suffering gasp for air. Her head snaps to the other direction, and her entire world crumbles around her. Reality or not, this was too cruel. Too cruel for someone as artificial and dead as she was. Not even the simulator trainers were this heartless with their full-VR operations. Not even the real world could possibly take away the one thing she always managed, somehow to look forward to. Was the world brutal enough to rid itself of such…b#%&=#?... Not even her mind understands, as her body moves on it’s own, her blade being dropped to the ground as she rushes to the side of someone she knows. 「-Kurome!」 - She did not know her voice could sound like this. As though she were a suffering puppy, her vision slowly beginning to blur around it’s edges. Her movements were fluid, yet her entire body shook, softly in place, as she put her left hand under the head of her comrade. “...I…” “...I’m… sorry…” 「D-don’t worry… I’ll… I’ll patch you up, j-just keep focused on me, a-alright?!」- It is now, as she raises her voice, that she realizes that she has nothing that could ever help her friend. She puts her hand over the bleeding wound, knowing that she can do little to ease the pain that her comrade is currently experiencing. But she had to try. She begins to apply what training she had been given in first-aid if something like this ever happened, which it currently was. Yet her blurring vision did little to aid her, as she felt yet another sting to her entire being, in the shape of another gasp for air from her. It feels like an eternity, as her limbs shake in place, uncontrolled feelings running through her entire body, invading her mind and making her think, think of things that she DOES NOT NEED right now. And it’s only when she hears that suffering, that sore, tormented and tired voice once more, does her entire body finally stiffen. “...It’s… alright…” “...It… was going to happen… someday…” 「L-Like h-hell it was! I-if… If I had been here-」 “...A… two…” “...I… never had… the courage to tell you…” “...I …#### you…” 「...N-no… d-don’t… d-don’t you DARE SAY THAT NOW-」 She snaps forward, the force being enough to almost bring her to stand, yet her knees just aren’t ready, and thus, she falls flat on her behind on the wooden floor. For the first time since that vision, that premonition perhaps, began, the odd feeling of nothing is upon her. ...she feels nothing. The whirr of the turbines within her is loud and high-pitched, yet she feels nothing. There is no painful ache slowly spreading across her body, making her start to ‘burn up’ inside. There aren’t a thousand questions about what she is, how she is, if she is, anymore. Her vision is crystal clear, her HUD the same white as it always was, that odd blue-ish hue to the edges of the text no longer blending into the lettering and the information being provided for her. She’s in her home, more or less where she last remembers herself to be before that figment made her dissociate from everything around her. The soft orange hue of the sun rising beyond the windows, on the horizon, falls upon her pale skin, as she gets onto her feet, quickly, yet almost robotically. While all of that was gone… It's haunting her. But she is now witnessing the lack-thereof decay. Everything is illustrious as it always had been. This isn’t her room, she has no room, yet this is where she rests through the night. She walks to the door, her steps soft and uneasy, and she begins to move through the building, knowing exactly where she needs to go and how to get there. Her steps begin to harden, to get stronger and louder, as she speeds up, that burning sensation beginning to well up inside of her once more. Thankfully, the staff here have yet to arrive. The structure around her is as sturdy and beautiful as it always had been. While she herself had never thought much of it, she had to admit, after witnessing it in the state it was before, this was like heaven on earth. Carefully cleaned wooden floors, marble and quartz construction of the highest order and quality, every room soundproofed to ensure the maximum level of privacy for every single tenant within it. Not only her comrade’s, but hell, even her own, and the many staff members’ too. Statues of times’ long past line the lower floor, although she flies past them, the wide, split stairway up to the upper floor now in front of her. She continues on, to the right, going past door, after door, after door, after painting, mentally counting the amount of balusters on the railings as she passes by. One left. Separating herself from the main room, she enters this long, well-decorated hallway, with there being a green, flourishing plant for every door that she passes by. And on the farther end, a blooming Strelitzia is the sign of where she must stop. At last, she can feel some of that burning sensation giving way to calm, yet as she goes to open the door, she freezes. ...Does… she really want to see? ...If she hadn’t seen what she’d seen, a younger her would berate her for standing at the door, frozen in place. She had never felt this conflicted about something like this before. She had always considered herself as someone bold, someone that did not have an issue with doing things that others would consider far too risky in order to make a change, to alleviate the choking of an offensive push, or to charge blindly into battle, amidst a sea of rouge androids and machines alike, to prove herself to this world. Yet she was afraid of her not being there anymore. Exhaling, and then breathing in as much air as she could through a gentle opening that kept her lips apart, she softly, silently, turns the doorknob to the side, the door moving freely now, as she pushes it open. And so far… so good. Her comrades’ room was, by her own choice, simple and to the point. She had an assortment of things on the desk opposite her bed, among them her personal computer and it’s accessories, an amplifier, and her「Virtuous Contract」, which she’d taken care of to such a degree she no longer brung to battle with her. As she slowly slipped inside the room, closing the door behind her, being as gentle as possible so as to not make a noise, all she can see upon the bed is the rough outline of someone just over a metre and a half tall under the sheets. Her right hand, her able hand, turns into a fist, that which she clenches as she steps towards the bed. Unassuming as it may be, she realized days prior had been modified to hold even her own weight. A curious thing, though she paid no mind to it. She lifts her right leg, her knee against the soft mattress as she towers over the sleeping woman. With a single finger, she pulls on the linen, enough to uncover a head of blue, almost purple-ish hair, for the moment clearly not ready to be witnessed by the public. Two tails of it extend down her back, as her sleeping self continues resting. Gently putting the cold back of her hand against her cheek, she feels the warmth her mind desperately needed to know was there. As though the weight of the entire world had suddenly been cast off of her shoulders, she turns her hand around, softly caressing the cheek of her comrade. She promised she wouldn’t fail her. A soft exhale, and with it, but a single, real tear escapes her. 「...Why… why do you make me feel like this...」 And all the reply she gets, is a soft groan from Kurome. She still slept, easily and softly, yet for A2, that was enough of a reply. She wouldn’t let her down. Even if it meant her life was to be given to her, she wouldn’t fail her. That vision… ...she would make sure it became nothing more than a figment of her nightmares. Illusia and Neverendia, Solisian Union, and Astransia | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Constitutional Kingdom of Xagill | Mr Francois Isidore, prepared to get pinged regularly Illusia and Neverendia, Aerilia, Ethnon, Francois Isidore, and 1 otherPrimanea | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Socialist Federative State of Molossiania | Huey Long Dong is that you? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia | Aerilia is ranked 128,845th in the world and 4,690th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 3.24 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Costelberg | Should I make my land shape like Belka? I love how Belka looks :) | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Constitutional Kingdom of Xagill | Xagill is ranked 201,403rd in the world and 7,754th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 1.58 Rich To Poor Income Ratio. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Federal Republic of Oannia | Can be the SR RP be written in spanish? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Happy New Hamsters 🐹 of The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
The Federal Republic of Oannia | I endorsed you now | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Costelberg | Hmm, I think I need to ban immigrants in my country, should I do it as my policy? |