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Governor: The Global Hegemony of The Unified American Federation

WA Delegate: None.

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Most Advanced Defense Forces: 627th Most Nations: 676th Most World Assembly Endorsements: 1,095th+12
Largest Black Market: 1,310th Most Patriotic: 2,114th Most Corrupt Governments: 2,122nd Most Valuable International Artwork: 2,358th Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector: 2,494th Most Secular: 2,560th Most Extensive Public Healthcare: 2,588th Most Scientifically Advanced: 2,603rd Most Advanced Public Transport: 2,678th Largest Information Technology Sector: 2,688th Highest Poor Incomes: 2,707th Lowest Crime Rates: 2,819th
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    NWU | Roleplay Hub

    MetaGameplay by Unified Empiricus . 535 reads.

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Embassies: Esamir, Gay Equality, Sunalaya, The Illuminati, The Lexicon, League of Sovereign Nations, The Bar on the corner of every region, Hollow Point, Free Market Federation, Avadam Inn, Sid Meiers Alpha Centauri, The Great Universe, Gypsy Lands, Novo Brasil, Union of Nationalists, Commonwealth of Liberty, and 35 others.The United Federations, Portugal, Bus Stop, The Democratic Commonwealth, Greater Middle East, The United Ascendancy, The Planet X, Tarkin, The Fallout Wasteland, The Monarchy alliance, The Slide Countries, Turkic Union, Krasnaya, India, Official European Union, Barbaria, Lewisham, Lyrali, Oneid, Laraniem, matheo, T2R, The Three Isles, Separatist Alliance, Chicken overlords, The Guild, Liberty Democratic Alliance, The Democratic Republic, The Finntopian Region of DOOM, Cambrian United Legacy, The Writing Alcove, The Conservative Democracies, Fredonia, New Alvarez Union, and Circumference.

Tags: Casual, Fandom, Fantasy Tech, Featured, Future Tech, Independent, LGBT, Magical, Map, Medium, Modern Tech, Outer Space, and 3 others.Post-Modern Tech, Role Player, and Social.

Regional Power: Moderate

New World Union contains 32 nations, the 676th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Cultured in New World Union

After spending many tedious hours in coffee shops and concert halls, World Census experts have found the following nations to be the most cultured.

As a region, New World Union is ranked 3,623rd in the world for Most Cultured.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Global Hegemony of The Unified American FederationInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Ad Astra Per Aspera”
2.The European Union of Austrovik-GermaniaPsychotic Dictatorship“In varietate concordia | United in Diversity”
3.The State of Japan of Cradon AccordDemocratic Socialists“tbd”
4.The Stratocracy of DecepticonCybertronIron Fist Consumerists“If speaking the truth is deception, then we are guilty.”
5.The Empire of Sylvania ClansIron Fist Consumerists“Dominus nox lex”
6.The Verdant Republic of CintonInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Vida, Natureza, e Igualdade”
7.The Indochina Confederation of The GuruMoralistic Democracy“Alone we were strong as one we are stronger.”
8.The Faithful Pilgrims of ThE Equinoxian OrdErCivil Rights Lovefest“Imagine: A cut starfish arm in the Sun! Quite posh!”
9.The Communist nation of Union of Cadobod Communist RepublicsPsychotic Dictatorship“And men shall seek death, and shall not find it”
10.The Syndicalist Republic of FNUInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Industry of, for, and by the Working Man!”
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Xeo wrote:I mean we don't exactly have money here most goods are bartered between cities or, are planned out shipments. Its a very much so a you have this and I have that so I'll trade you that for this.

Fair enough, living in a wasteland won’t exactly give you much capital to trade in. I guess you’ll just have to keep your chilly guns then…

I know that nation stats don’t have much to do with the RP nation they represent, but it’s kinda funny to look at some of the leading stats for this region… Some like scientific advancement and defense forces kinda line up for what I’d expect in an FT region, but then we also lead in corruption and the black market

ThE Equinoxian OrdEr wrote:I know that nation stats don’t have much to do with the RP nation they represent, but it’s kinda funny to look at some of the leading stats for this region… Some like scientific advancement and defense forces kinda line up for what I’d expect in an FT region, but then we also lead in corruption and the black market

yeah. its weird but eh.

Ward 4 (Hanoi)

Lục Anh Quân was an mystery to Cao Thanh Đan. Her friend smelled like a ghoul but he showed none of the signs minus their shared diet. It could be that Quân was a half ghoul which could explain at least the strange smell that lingered around them but, then at least one of their eyes would give it away. Quân looked at his friend Đan the two of them couldn't be more similar and yet different she was a ghoul a humanoid that couldn't eat anything but other humanoids. He was a cannibal no two ways about it his family had to take drastic measures during the war many years back now. It had left his family more than once taking part in eating some long pork.

"Quân I have a question," Đan said after she finished eating some jerky.

"And I might have a answer," Quân said back with a bit of wit.

"Why do you smell so strange," Đan said deciding to be blunt. "You smell like a ghoul but don't are you half one," she added onto her question.

"No I am not half ghoul. I'm just a cannibal. I am very much human I just came to appreciate the same tastes ghouls do," Quân said back their wasn't the same wit as before and the look in his eyes told Đan that her friend was dead serious.

"When." "When did I have my first taste of sweet pork. I was six it was back during the war when supplies were hard to come by my family got by on those less fortunate," Quân said dispassionately.

"Well far be it for me to decry someone on their diet," Đan said the two falling into a contemplating silence.

    Switzers in a Strange Land

Jamame, Somalia. It’s unbearably hot. A far cry from the frigid to moderate temperatures of the Alps, the two Switzers can’t help but be drenched in their own sweat. Eliott Gattiker and Vince Strässler had been flown into Somalia on request of Iwerks and the head of the KLR, Schreiber. Both have separate goals. Gattiker, on assignment from Iwerks, was to acquire the legal rights for usage of nearby land to establish a flight centre along the equator. If the helium production was going to prove sustainable and more importantly, profitable in the long run, flights needed to use as little fuel as they could to save on costs. An equatorial launch site would avoid the costly inclination burn currently required for all launches out of Delley-Portalban.

On the opposite end of the spectrum was Strässler, sent on directives from Schreiber to assure that Gattiker didn’t settle for anything less than the ideal construction site. Gattiker, despite his vast knowledge of foreign affairs, was by no means a scholarly type. While he saw only the need to secure a place for a runway and a ground control building, Strässler was well aware that if they managed to secure the claim, it would serve as much more than a landing site. It would be the new heart of the KLR.

While it was perfectly feasible to launch everything needed for rudimentary lunar operations via the Hermes, there would inevitably come a point where something that can’t fit inside of the Hermes would need to be transported. This meant that sooner or later, not only would the Commune need a super-heavy launch vehicle. And though yet identified, the desire for a range of smaller launch vehicles would also inevitably come to be. No point sending Hermes up with a single satellite when it could be done at a fraction of the price with a SLV. Jamame needed to be KLR’s equivalent to Cape Canaveral or Bakinour or any other launch site. So, Strässler was left with the ever pleasant job of making sure the diplomat didn’t do the one thing a diplomat is supposed to: compromise to achieve any form of success.

Jamame was by no means a bustling city, in fact, void of population, calling it a city was a bit of a stretch. Occupied by around 130,000 souls, it was more akin to a small township, similar in appearance to Soshanguve in British South Africa. However, that did mean that Gattiker had to assure whatever deal he made also appeased said 130,000 souls. Travelling along the streets, the duo approached what they assumed to be the community centre. It was abundantly clear to the men that this was a restored Islamic castle, likely left as a travel centre by the Ottomans or some other local Sultanate. They’d done a bang up job of maintaining its exterior, however the interior was a complete slap to the face. Modernism was very clearly the style they’d been going for, and much to their credit, they’d achieved it. Chrome outlined the edge of the reception desk, with marble gently gracing the floor and a blue-grey paint covering the walls, interrupted by large glass windows. It was something out of the 1990’s inside a building that likely was from 1870.

After being greeted by the receptionist, the two sat quietly in the lobby, staring at their briefcases. They’d had the wisdom to plan this meeting ahead of time, but that by no means meant they were on the priority list. For the next two hours the only noise was that of the air conditioner, both of them watching as people wandered in and out of the back office spaces. Eventually though, the receptionist interrupted their mopping, guiding them to a derelict meeting room. After another few minutes, five people join the two of them. Desk wedges adorned with each of their names are the only introduction the two men receive from the group. Sitting directly in front of the two is Mayor Harti Warsame, escorted on each side by two ward representatives, making for four. Warsame gives the Switzers a silent nod, and Gattiker begins to speak.

”Mayor Warsame, Representatives, it is an honour to be in your fine city. As the informational packets we sent in advance lay out, it is the intention of the Commune to purchase land within your regional authority for the establishment of an experimental ‘spaceport’. The total area required is approximately one square kilometre.”

”What would this spaceport offer to us?”

”Outside of construction jobs, the helium production facility intended for the site once it’s ready will need workers outside of the Commune. Additionally, we’ll need ground crews for initial supply flights, which can carry over to logistics roles within the production chain. Furthermore, all residents employed by the KLR will be under the protection of the Lunar Union, assuring the same rights, privileges, and payment as workers flown in from abroad. What we’re offering is jobs, a new economic boom, and to put your fine city on the map.”

”To me this sounds like the Commune intends to absorb us as an extension of itself.”

”Our only hope is to legally purchase the property we require, while still ensuring your citizens are welcome to work at the site. At the end of the day, rockets don’t fly unless there’s groundcrews to support them, and the scale of helium production we’re hoping for would be aided substantially by employing local assets. It is not the intention of the Commune to annex your city unless the city so desires it.”

”And how much are you offering for the desired property?”

”3.8 Million. This is absent of any additional funding for planned community resource investments and infrastructure redevelopment.”

The room, which had already been relatively quiet ignoring the discussion between the two, became like a tomb. It seemed as though if you listened closely enough you could hear Strässler’s heart pounding out of his chest. He knew full well that failure was not within acceptable parameters, and by whatever god existed did he fear it at this exact moment. Another few minutes later, Warsame departed alongside the ward representatives, heading away to a separate room. Gattiker and Strässler looked at each other for the first time in hours. Exhaustion plagued Gattiker’s already wrinkled face, and Strässler looked about as pale as the paintwork of the Hermes. An hour goes before the group of five rejoin the two weary Switzers. It’s evident they’ve come to a decision.

“Mr. Gattiker, Mr. Strässler, we have arrived at our verdict,” Warsame pauses, letting a sh*t eating grin spread across his face, “We agree to your terms. Welcome to Jamame.”

Gattiker, standing from his chair, replies in kind.

”Welcome to the Future Mr. Warsame.”

There’s basically zero images of Jamame itself so I improvised its appearance. The community centre is based on King Osman Mahamuud's castle, just better maintained and modernised inside.

DecepticonCybertron wrote:Tempting but against who? After all the RPs I got going on are taking millennium to finish.
*Cough* Xotrayjan and Cradon Accord*cough*
I mean I could go and blow something up but well I feel that'll only take care of the boredom for maybe a day or two.

I'm so sorry. I've been really buy, but I should be more available soon

Cradon Accord wrote:I'm so sorry. I've been really buy, but I should be more available soon

I've been really sell

“Gather around, do not be shy!”

Yelled a rather tall varannian, his face has a fresh bleeding scar and in his hand is a bloodied dagger, beside him is a beatened up human who is writhing on the ground in pain.

“Now, take a look at this human, not too long ago his people came to our nation and slaughtered thousands, millions, billions! Of us, they stormed through and plundered our cities, ate our food, uprooted centuries worth of our traditions, forced us to speak their tongue, and silenced our culture”

He slowly approached the sobbing human who looked up at him in fear before looking at the crowd which was starting to form, curious to see what this one varannian had to say

“But.. During that invasion, as they stormed through our streets, they were equipped with their fancy weapons, as they stormed through our streets, we thought they were gods, we feared them because we didn’t realize that they were really just cowards! cowards who hid behind their tanks and ships because they were too scared to fight an honourable and fair war! Cowards who as you can all see right now are nothing without their weapons”

The varannian tossed the dagger aside and stared down at the human

“GET UP!”

He yelled as he violently pulled the human onto his feet

“FIGHT ME! COME ON! WHERE IS THAT HUMAN WHO WAS MOCKING ME?! WHERE IS THAT HUMAN WHO EAGERLY POINTED THEIR DAGGER AT ME?!”

The Human tried to back away, only to receive a hard punch to the back of the head by one of the spectators, another one joined in and stepped hard on his foot, another threw a bottle, slowly the crowd were all taking turns beating the poor human.

Many of these varannians had witnessed the horrors of the 300 Hour War, many had felt grief, betrayal, and shame, but most of all, anger, anger towards the new government, anger towards their new lives, anger towards the humans who slaughtered their families and took their homes.

But now they had a chance, a chance to finally avenge those families, their friends, and their homeland.

But unfortunately for them their venting is cut short by the “traitors and backstabbers”, The Royal Guard, a force made up of their own people who had chosen to side with the invaders and were rewarded with new jobs to help oppress and silence their old culture and traditions.

They broke up the crowd and dragged the now nearly dead human to safety where he’ll be sent back to Australia.

Tolristria wrote:“Gather around, do not be shy!”

Yelled a rather tall varannian, his face has a fresh bleeding scar and in his hand is a bloodied dagger, beside him is a beatened up human who is writhing on the ground in pain.

“Now, take a look at this human, not too long ago his people came to our nation and slaughtered thousands, millions, billions! Of us, they stormed through and plundered our cities, ate our food, uprooted centuries worth of our traditions, forced us to speak their tongue, and silenced our culture”

He slowly approached the sobbing human who looked up at him in fear before looking at the crowd which was starting to form, curious to see what this one varannian had to say

“But.. During that invasion, as they stormed through our streets, they were equipped with their fancy weapons, as they stormed through our streets, we thought they were gods, we feared them because we didn’t realize that they were really just cowards! cowards who hid behind their tanks and ships because they were too scared to fight an honourable and fair war! Cowards who as you can all see right now are nothing without their weapons”

The varannian tossed the dagger aside and stared down at the human

“GET UP!”

He yelled as he violently pulled the human onto his feet

“FIGHT ME! COME ON! WHERE IS THAT HUMAN WHO WAS MOCKING ME?! WHERE IS THAT HUMAN WHO EAGERLY POINTED THEIR DAGGER AT ME?!”

The Human tried to back away, only to receive a hard punch to the back of the head by one of the spectators, another one joined in and stepped hard on his foot, another threw a bottle, slowly the crowd were all taking turns beating the poor human.

Many of these varannians had witnessed the horrors of the 300 Hour War, many had felt grief, betrayal, and shame, but most of all, anger, anger towards the new government, anger towards their new lives, anger towards the humans who slaughtered their families and took their homes.

But now they had a chance, a chance to finally avenge those families, their friends, and their homeland.

But unfortunately for them their venting is cut short by the “traitors and backstabbers”, The Royal Guard, a force made up of their own people who had chosen to side with the invaders and were rewarded with new jobs to help oppress and silence their old culture and traditions.

They broke up the crowd and dragged the now nearly dead human to safety where he’ll be sent back to Australia.

L Varannians (cope and seethe)

In a great domed building the ministers of the Frostlands convened. For the most part the room was filled with the conversation of trade shipments between city states and the allocation of advanced equipment or new inventions that needed sharing between the cities. It was looking to be a rather ordinary meeting between the Ministers. That was till Minister Schindler took the floor. Schindler was an astute man who had traded a prodigious position in the Quartermasters guild for a role in politics. His likeable exterior and ability to double talk and sniff out loop holes in trade shipments had seen him skyrocket to the position of Minister in a short time.

"Ladies and gentlemen good people of the Ministery. With the Airship Washington now making its voyage for the wider world. Many in the Quartermaster guild and the trade guild have come together with a proposition for something that will help us get at least a little on the same footing among the rest of the world," He said before flipping something from his thumb onto the table. A at first glance it looked like a silver coin but on closer inspection it was a polished iron coin. On one side was a image of a Generator tower and on the other the flag of the Frostlands.

"Everyone this is a Frostland ember the future currency of our great hegemonic nation of city states. The brain child of myself and the Quartermaster and Trade guilds," Schindler said.

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