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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

Costelberg wrote: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

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.
Equielety

Zapadoza


Of emptiness

Molossiania wrote: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.
Equielety

OF Emptiness is ranked 173,495th in the world and 6,483rd in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 2.02 Rich To Poor Income Ratio.
Almost 2!

The Federal Commonwealth of Perikuresu

So McMasterdonia is no longer delegate?

This is a first for me

Xagill, Aerilia, Ethnon, and Euire

The Blauer Reichsadler of Lemsrow

Costelberg wrote: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

Molossiania wrote: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.
Equielety

Of emptiness wrote:OF Emptiness is ranked 173,495th in the world and 6,483rd in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 2.02 Rich To Poor Income Ratio.
Almost 2!

Lemsrow is ranked 124,755th in the world and 4,513th in The North Pacific for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 3.38 Rich To Poor Income Ratio.

Huh.

The Unicorns have taken over of Aerilia

Perikuresu wrote:So McMasterdonia is no longer delegate?

This is a first for me

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

Aerilia wrote:Nope

Hail Francois Isidore!

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 .
gnik a nam yr've htiW
dneirf a robhgien yr'vE
dne tuohtiw ecaep eb ll'erehT
gnirps ro emit retniw eht ni rO
oot rebmeceD dna enuJ ynnus s'ti nehW
erahs ot elpoep lla rof hguone s'erehT
srehto ot gnignoleb gnihtemos s'ereht fI
erianoillim a eb nac uoy roF
gnik a nam yr've gnik a nam yr'vE
uoy ot sgnoleb llA
lla rof doof dna gnihtolc dna seltsac htiW
eurt dna evarb fo dnaL
aciremA rebmuls ro peew yhW

The Disputed Territories of Territorio di Nessuno

Xagill wrote:Good Morning RMB!!!!

Fauzjhiax wrote:Morning to you

Cereskia wrote:Hiya, folks!

Tringapore wrote:Good afternoon, TNP! :D

Zapadoza wrote:Hello

Hello, and for the new one welcome here!

Feel free to ask anything if you need any help :)
Here's some useful information:

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If you found the handbook helpful, please upvote this dispatch to help others find it!

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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.

  • Why you should be in TNP: Selecting a region for your nation is one of the most important decisions you will make in the game. We hope you will make TNP your home, and this link explains why. If you have already decided to stay here, that's great!

  • Join the regional forum: The forum is where most government and roleplay activities take place. Registering an account is very easy. You should get yourself an account so that you can check out what's going on and join in on the fun.

  • Join our regional chat: Our Discord server is where our members hang out and chat about the game and real life subjects. You can join and introduce yourself to our community. Additionally, if you have any questions, asking on Discord is the fastest way to get help.

  • Apply for citizenship: Citizenship is your ticket to TNP. As a citizen, you can vote to elect our Delegate and other government officials, hold them accountable, and even run for these positions yourself. All you need to apply is a nation in TNP and an account on the forum.

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.

  • Get involved in the government: There are many ways to get involved in the government straight away after joining TNP. You can write the regional laws in the Regional Assembly. You can take part in the day-to-day running of the region in the Executive Staff. Or, you can protect TNP at home and abroad in the North Pacific Army.

  • Get involved in the World Assembly: Joining the World Assembly (WA) is one of the best ways to empower your nation, especially in TNP. Thanks to our WA Development Program, as a WA member you can determine international laws, have one of the highest endorsement counts in the entire game, and even win awards!

  • Get involved in RolePlay: We have not one, but two vibrant RolePlay (RP) universes, Eras and Strangereal. Each comes with its own map, chronology, and physics laws. If you commit to being active in RP, you can claim a spot in either universe's map, and join others in weaving stories about your nation and its role in the world.

  • Get involved in trading cards: Our regional cards guild provides many resources you can take advantage of to increase the value of your deck, including several offerings of free cards. As a member of the guild, you can also participate in many other cards-related activities, including themed collections, pull events, and regular publications.

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.

  • The Northern Lights: Produced by the Ministry of Communications, this is our regional newspaper. It includes both general news and op-ed articles about various aspects of TNP and NS.

  • The North Star: Produced by the Ministry of Communications, The North Star informs TNPers of current internal matters and government activities.

  • The Roleplay Reel: Produced by the Ministry of Communications, The Roleplay Reel showcases roleplay works by members of TNP's two RP communities.

  • The Monthly Snapshot: Produced by the Cards Guild, The Monthly Snapshot includes news about trading cards.

  • Press Releases: Produced by the Ministry of Home Affairs, press releases focus on news about the Executive Government, elections, and other regional issues of general interest.

  • Regional Assembly Digest: Produced by the Speaker's Office, the digest focuses on news about the legislative and other business of the Regional Assembly.

  • Information for WA Voters: Produced by the Ministry of WA Affairs, IFVs provide vote recommendations and analysis about all resolutions that reach the floor of the General Assembly or Security Council.

  • Weekly Anthologies: Produced by the Gameside Advocates, this series highlights dispatches produced by TNP nations.

  • Northern Broadcasting Service: Produced by the Ministry of Radio, this is our very own regional radio station in which our broadcasters provide their insight into current events in TNP and Nationstates.

  • WADP Awards: Produced as part of the WADP, this monthly publication presents regional awards to nations that actively participate in the World Assembly.

  • Literary Awards: Produced by the Gameside Advocates, this monthly publication presents regional awards to nations that actively post on the regional RMB or publish dispatches.

  • The Vice Delegate's Weekly Update: Produced by the Vice Delegate, this weekly publication provides updates on the activities of the Security Council.

Other Useful Links

Below are miscellaneous resources useful for all nations.

  • Government index: Get to know your government by using this list of all government officials in TNP. If you have questions or suggestions about any aspect of the regional governance, feel free to send a telegram to the corresponding government official.

  • Law index: This is a compilation of all legal documents currently in force in TNP. This includes our Constitution and Bill of Rights, which form the basis of our government.

  • RMB Guidelines: Posting on the regional message board (RMB) is a great way to socialize and get to know other TNP nations. Just make sure to follow these guidelines.

  • World Assembly voting policy: Look here to learn how TNP's Delegate casts the regional vote on World Assembly resolutions, and how you can help determine that vote.

  • Embassy policy: If you are here as a diplomat from another region, please take a look at our policy for in-game and forum embassies.

  • Recruitment policy: If you are here to recruit for another region, please take a look at our policy on permissible and prohibited types of recruitment.

This dispatch is updated automatically on a daily basis. Please do not edit manually.

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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 Linkpaint.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.

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Claims must be:
1. Reasonable enough to be put onto the map. No beginner nation will be the size of Friently, or higher, for their claim. If you want more accurate claims and you have Paint.net, beginner claims have a limit of 40k pixels. Your secondary nation will have to be at 20k pixels or less. However a secondary cannot be claimed immediately upon joining the map.
2. Picky is good. Feel free to request changes to borders if you aren't happy with them.
3. This map's planet is the same size as Earth, so we won't be making the map any bigger. If Earth can fit 200 nations, so can this.
4. We are not changing or adding new territory to the map. Use the existing land more efficiently and we won't need any more.
5. Not on any body of water.
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Map removal will occur when:
1. AFRP, or Away From RP (not RPing for 30 days, 20 days in the case of people on other RMB maps)
2. RMB RP Ban (if one clause states "therefore, the RMB Cartography Staff shall remove <nation> from the map")
3. Cease to Exist (when the nation dies in the 28th day. Exceptions apply.)
4. Moderator Sanctioned
5. RP posts are not up to standard (refrain from making posts that are just one sentence)

Maps


Map Version:402: Another week, another economic crash

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.
Last update: 10-29-'23

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Pegasia

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Map 57

Overview

Welcome to the Pegasia, a new world as you may say that houses many ideologies and is home to two resident superpowers; the Imperial Federation(ping AGU and Tonga) and the Republic of Yingguo(Ping Krustevland). With the technology year being 1975, it is currently the cold war period presently being butted between the nations of what Yingguo considers as the "Free World" and the Imperial "Monarchist League" with many inbetweens such as Gayogohono/Overhadamine and Verisaw.

In this world, you decide how your nation acts, reacts and conducts itself on the world stage, so long as it follows our rules on the discord. The cold war rages on by the day, and the nuclear clock continues to roll as the few sit ontop of the many with their masses of power and strength. Come join us today, we need you to fight on the good fight - or your own fight, if you may.

STANDARDS OF REALISM
- No technology beyond 1976, anything beyond that has to be researched with every in real life day representing 3 months of roleplay research to the "First Flight" year.
- No utilizing weapons of mass destruction such as nuclear weapons. Chemical and biological warfare is allowed in defensive conditions(Offensive only if the other player agrees).
- No edgy roleplay posts, maintain the basic rules of the RMB. This would mean no genocides, no things such as re-enacting the holocaust and graphic purges.
- No loopholing, loopholing will be determined by the executives(Ping ESL, Me (AGU), Krustevland and Tonga) and if caught doing so will face OOC and potentially IC reparations
- No joke nations and godmoddy nations. This means you can't have your terrain entirely depend on hard to traverse land and you can only use 3-5% of your population in military.
- No instant defeat military posts. You have to roleplay the movement of your forces and them engaging the enemy before actually attacking or "defeating" them. Always ping opponents.

If you are interested in submitting a claim, be sure to contact the following nations:

-Truavania (For Pegasia)
-Noflag[/nation] (For Hollow Earth)
-The Islands of Tonga[/font]

map 10

*nations in either one of these types of alliances, can be in the other type of alliance, ie, a nation in a defence alliance can be in a economic alliance.
*Unions count as one nation, so if a defence/military alliance has a union that breaks up and there are more than 8 members(nations) in the alliance, its ok, as long as they dont bring in more people after the break up. note, if this is being exploited, removal of alliance and ban on joining alliances may occur.
*you can not be in an alliance of the same kind, ie, defence/military and economic


Defence/Military alliances

*Alliance member limit is 15 members


OMAN
page=dispatch/id=1345045
The Pact page=dispatch/id=1353474
Monarchist League page=dispatch/id=1372706
The Internationale nation=tolyakovo/detail=factbook/id=1382745


Economic alliances
*the limit doesnt apply to these


Economic & Military/Defence alliances
*limit applies

AMEA
page=dispatch/id=1365437



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Original maker is Kronica

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Forum RP:
https://forum.thenorthpacific.org/forum/3024521/

The Most Excellent Empire of Picairn

Of emptiness wrote:Solve this:(Hint:e n c r y p t i o n p a g e s .
gnik a nam yr've htiW
dneirf a robhgien yr'vE
dne tuohtiw ecaep eb ll'erehT
gnirps ro emit retniw eht ni rO
oot rebmeceD dna enuJ ynnus s'ti nehW
erahs ot elpoep lla rof hguone s'erehT
srehto ot gnignoleb gnihtemos s'ereht fI
erianoillim a eb nac uoy roF
gnik a nam yr've gnik a nam yr'vE
uoy ot sgnoleb llA
lla rof doof dna gnihtolc dna seltsac htiW
eurt dna evarb fo dnaL
aciremA rebmuls ro peew yhW

Why weep or slumber America
Land of brave and true
With castles and clothing and food for all
All belongs to you
Ev'ry man a king ev'ry man a king
For you can be a millionaire
If there's something belonging to others
There's enough for all people to share
When it's sunny June and December too
Or in the winter time or spring
There'll be peace without end
Ev'ry neighbor a friend
With ev'ry man a king



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?
Was… that woman, that woman that always smiled towards her, that cared for her as she cared for her back… 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
Hates
This…

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…
...She was still shaking. Her hands were constantly moving, a millimetre to each side, sometimes more, and it wasn’t because of the low temperature of the morning.

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?
To confirm her worries away?

...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.
Not like what happened years ago.

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.



The Constitutional Kingdom of Xagill

Mr Francois Isidore, prepared to get pinged regularly

The Socialist Federative State of Molossiania

Picairn wrote:Why weep or slumber America
Land of brave and true
With castles and clothing and food for all
All belongs to you
Ev'ry man a king ev'ry man a king
For you can be a millionaire
If there's something belonging to others
There's enough for all people to share
When it's sunny June and December too
Or in the winter time or spring
There'll be peace without end
Ev'ry neighbor a friend
With ev'ry man a king

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

Aerilia wrote: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.

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

G'day rmb!
Been endorsing 300+ nations today.

The Federal Republic of Oannia

The Democratic Kingdom Of Skaraborg wrote:G'day rmb!
Been endorsing 300+ nations today.

I endorsed you now

Costelberg

Hmm, I think I need to ban immigrants in my country, should I do it as my policy?

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