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The First German Order wrote:That ain't enough of an answer. I'm tryna know EXACTLY what would happen.

If it was a single molecule then very little would have happened.

It was rather early in the morning, around four o'clock. It was dark outside, as the wind rattled gently against the palace windows. The moonlight, bright and powerful, shined it's way through the thin line of clouds, it's light landing majestically on the city.

Inside the palace, it was crowded. The palace, which was called Al-Raliyah, was the residence of the King, Kassem Ahmed. He, though, was lying on his bed, strapped to numerous equipment. He was without a shirt, as he had wires attaching to his chest and lower torso, as well as a mask firmly placed and tightened around his face so the mask covered his mouth and nose, to help him with his breathing, though sleeping gas was being flushed into his lungs alongside oxygen.

Doctors were slowly cutting away pieces of flesh around his lower stomach. Kassem Ahmed had passed out in his sleep and his servant found him lying in his bed, leaning over to one side, lifeless, almost. Doctors were immediately called and to make the public think the King was in good health, the doctors, nurses and surgeons were asked to operate on him inside his bedroom. Once the flesh was removed, the surgeons started operating on him as his heart monitor beeped away to itself.

Eight minutes into the difficult procedure, his breathing began to deteriorate. The surgeons stopped as resuscitation began on the King. Once he stopped breathing and the resuscitation failed to work, his pulse rapidly began to drop. Doctors started using a defibrillator to try and get his heart rate back up.

"Clear!" Spoke one of the doctors, who was referred to as Muhammed. The defibrillator had a screen on it that told you if a shock was necessary and this specific defibrillator stated it was necessary, so the shock was delivered and the screen flashed green. Kassem Ahmed jolted upwards, but his pulse did not return. His heart monitor flatlined. The doctors tried CPR and another shock from the defibrillator, though none of this worked. At 04:57am, on Tuesday, the Twelfth of November, 2019, Kassem Ahmed was pronounced dead. The newspaper, which came out at exactly 06:00am that morning, read;

'"THE KING IS DEAD. DIED PEACEFULLY IN SLEEP."
Kassem Ahmed, born in 1926, has sadly passed away in his sleep this morning, aged 93. His cause of death has not yet been confirmed, though it is soon to be released.'

The Crown Princess, Kayrah Ahmed, was not woken up at the news. She woke up at 09:00am, or around that time and when she exited her bedroom, her servant approached her, bowed and spoke in a soft, calming voice.

"Your Majesty," she began. "I have some terrible news. Kassem Ahmed, the King, he passed away this morning." She said, then biting her lip anxiously.

Kayrah inclined her head to the right slightly and nodded in an understanding manner. "I see." She spoke, softly. She looked up as the sun shined through the window, landing at her feet. She saw the rain that had fallen the previous night glint as the sunbeams reflected off of them. Hough Kayrah could not see this, a rainbow had formed over the palace gardens, which stretched for a mile or so, full of wonderful plants and exotic flowers locked inside of magnificent greenhouses, ponds, fountains and perfectly cut hedges that were trimmed to look perfect and symmetrical daily, the way the Crown Princess liked it.

"M'lady," began the servant. Kayrah averted her gaze from the memorising glint on the window back to her servant. Kayrah had a tear in her eye, though she tried to hide her sadness. "You, as you likely know, are next in line to the throne. Your coronation is due to be held in two days. The traditional dress has already been ordered, m'lady."

"Good. Thank you." Said Kayrah, reverting her gaze back to window once more. The servant joined her in her gaze. A silence filled the corridor they were standing in.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Asked the servant. "How the sun gently reflects off of the raindrops." She tilted her head slightly.

"Yes, it is rather remarkable." Said Kayrah. "Miss, is it okay if I can have some water? I know I am not to ask too much of you, but I would just like to look at this a little longer."

"Do not worry about it, m'lady. I will go and get you a glass of water now. Also, m'lady, just call me Izza." The servant turned her back after taking one last glance and made her way to the kitchen to get her master, if you will, a glass of water.

Kayrah let a dear slide down her cheek - something she had been holding in for quite a while. She sniffed, before turning slightly and continued to walk down the corridor. She entered a rather large room and took into account the perfect temperature of the room she was in. She shut the door and walked over to a wardrobe she had. Now looking more into detail, the room was her own personal room used to keep her clothing, jewellery, shoes, etc. She got changed into a robe and exited the room and went to her large bathroom, where she took a shower. She finished and dried herself, before wiping her face a few times. She got changed into a crimson dress with a crimson neckless made out of crystals, gems and other precious materials. She wore some crimson high-heels and called her personal hairdresser using a specific device that once activated, vibrated in an almost code-like manner to tell the servant where she was.

The hairdresser styled her hair into a fancy bun and when she was finished, the hairdresser, who was also rather good at applying make-up, did the make-up too. Kayrah then put on a few rings and bracelets, before stepping out of her dressing room if you were to call it that and exited the room. She entered her living room and sat down. She sighed, looking down at her feet. She then looked up and grabbed a television remote. She was not due to meet with the other royals until 14:00 and it was only 10:00am, so she watched a comedy programme that she had on a disc which was called 'The Odd One Out'. She watched it to try and take her mind off of the events of the morning. She noticed that there was a glass of water on the table, placed on a coaster decorated with a painting of roses. "Thanks, Izza." Said Kayrah, lifting the glass and taking a sip. She chuckled away to herself, forgetting the events of the day.

Then, as Kayrah finished the last of her water, Izza knocked on the door and entered after a pause of three seconds. "M'lady, the Duke and Duchess of Al Khalaah are here to see you."

"Please ask them to wait, Izza. Thank you." Said Kayrah, looking slightly irritated.

"Yes, m'lady." As she said this, a streak of hair released itself from Izza's bun she tied herself that sat calmly on the back of her head. She turned around and the streak of blonde hair flicked as she closed the door and the hair was no longer visible. Kayrah lost track of what she was doing and remembered Kassem again. Kassem had been such a big influence of Kayrah's life, but now, he was gone. This was a big change for Kayrah, though one for the better. She had big plans for the Kingdom.

Can I be an independent nation without a region?

Libraliholm wrote:Can I be an independent nation without a region?

No.

Y'all talks allot

Gn everyone

The First German Order wrote:Can someone explain to me what would happen if a man were to take testosterone? Would he just become super buff? Would he die? Would ascend to be the ONE TRUE CHAD?

It depends on his current levels and how much he'd be taking. If his levels are low and he takes a normal dosage, he'll eventually become "normal". If his levels are "normal" and he takes a normal dosage, he'll grow some more hair, his hair will grow faster, certain muscles will strengthen easier, among other things. Too much can mess with a person's normal body functions and possibly brain functions, as with too much of any hormone.

If a little extra testosterone made you the ONE TRUE CHAD, many more people would be taking it. Also, it's hormones, not steroids...

The 12th ministry has been opened!
The ministry of propaganda

New Germania news:
Preparations are being made for the 30th anniversary of the revolution day! Exactly 30 years ago in 2019 the capital was taken and we took victory in the civil war against the capitalists and the kaiser! As the amount of veterans start to shrink a new generation will continue the revolution that our ancestor Karl Marx started! Our dear leader will make a speech and after the anthem will play for 30 minutes straight. There will be activities for youngsters and the main activity: the military parade in all the major cities!

Reorganized independent nevada

Jar Wattinree is ranked 32,519th in the world and 1,277th in the Pacific for Largest Agricultural Sector, scoring 3,897.21 on the Mu-Bah-Daggs Productivity Index.

Xoriet, looks like I got hit by that downswing too.

Clicking the first issue, Samasbhi, and Neuer Deutsches Reich

Gladinia wrote:mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, like how im going to have to deal with the current unrest in my country

OOC: okay i'm back from high tor
Vask: well if you ever need to go into exile here's where to do it

Overdosed crackheads is ranked 60,668th in the world and 2,484th in the Pacific for Largest Agricultural Sector, scoring 2,086.66 on the Mu-Bah-Daggs Productivity Index.

Clicking the first issue, Jar Wattinree, Samasbhi, and Norwany

Thonkith wrote:OOC: okay i'm back from high tor
Vask: well if you ever need to go into exile here's where to do it

Thanks, it might happen soon

Reorganized independent nevada

Gladinia wrote:Thanks, it might happen soon

Vask: hey we're here

Lanorth wrote:
It was rather early in the morning, around four o'clock. It was dark outside, as the wind rattled gently against the palace windows. The moonlight, bright and powerful, shined it's way through the thin line of clouds, it's light landing majestically on the city.

Inside the palace, it was crowded. The palace, which was called Al-Raliyah, was the residence of the King, Kassem Ahmed. He, though, was lying on his bed, strapped to numerous equipment. He was without a shirt, as he had wires attaching to his chest and lower torso, as well as a mask firmly placed and tightened around his face so the mask covered his mouth and nose, to help him with his breathing, though sleeping gas was being flushed into his lungs alongside oxygen.

Doctors were slowly cutting away pieces of flesh around his lower stomach. Kassem Ahmed had passed out in his sleep and his servant found him lying in his bed, leaning over to one side, lifeless, almost. Doctors were immediately called and to make the public think the King was in good health, the doctors, nurses and surgeons were asked to operate on him inside his bedroom. Once the flesh was removed, the surgeons started operating on him as his heart monitor beeped away to itself.

Eight minutes into the difficult procedure, his breathing began to deteriorate. The surgeons stopped as resuscitation began on the King. Once he stopped breathing and the resuscitation failed to work, his pulse rapidly began to drop. Doctors started using a defibrillator to try and get his heart rate back up.

"Clear!" Spoke one of the doctors, who was referred to as Muhammed. The defibrillator had a screen on it that told you if a shock was necessary and this specific defibrillator stated it was necessary, so the shock was delivered and the screen flashed green. Kassem Ahmed jolted upwards, but his pulse did not return. His heart monitor flatlined. The doctors tried CPR and another shock from the defibrillator, though none of this worked. At 04:57am, on Tuesday, the Twelfth of November, 2019, Kassem Ahmed was pronounced dead. The newspaper, which came out at exactly 06:00am that morning, read;

'"THE KING IS DEAD. DIED PEACEFULLY IN SLEEP."
Kassem Ahmed, born in 1926, has sadly passed away in his sleep this morning, aged 93. His cause of death has not yet been confirmed, though it is soon to be released.'

The Crown Princess, Kayrah Ahmed, was not woken up at the news. She woke up at 09:00am, or around that time and when she exited her bedroom, her servant approached her, bowed and spoke in a soft, calming voice.

"Your Majesty," she began. "I have some terrible news. Kassem Ahmed, the King, he passed away this morning." She said, then biting her lip anxiously.

Kayrah inclined her head to the right slightly and nodded in an understanding manner. "I see." She spoke, softly. She looked up as the sun shined through the window, landing at her feet. She saw the rain that had fallen the previous night glint as the sunbeams reflected off of them. Hough Kayrah could not see this, a rainbow had formed over the palace gardens, which stretched for a mile or so, full of wonderful plants and exotic flowers locked inside of magnificent greenhouses, ponds, fountains and perfectly cut hedges that were trimmed to look perfect and symmetrical daily, the way the Crown Princess liked it.

"M'lady," began the servant. Kayrah averted her gaze from the memorising glint on the window back to her servant. Kayrah had a tear in her eye, though she tried to hide her sadness. "You, as you likely know, are next in line to the throne. Your coronation is due to be held in two days. The traditional dress has already been ordered, m'lady."

"Good. Thank you." Said Kayrah, reverting her gaze back to window once more. The servant joined her in her gaze. A silence filled the corridor they were standing in.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Asked the servant. "How the sun gently reflects off of the raindrops." She tilted her head slightly.

"Yes, it is rather remarkable." Said Kayrah. "Miss, is it okay if I can have some water? I know I am not to ask too much of you, but I would just like to look at this a little longer."

"Do not worry about it, m'lady. I will go and get you a glass of water now. Also, m'lady, just call me Izza." The servant turned her back after taking one last glance and made her way to the kitchen to get her master, if you will, a glass of water.

Kayrah let a dear slide down her cheek - something she had been holding in for quite a while. She sniffed, before turning slightly and continued to walk down the corridor. She entered a rather large room and took into account the perfect temperature of the room she was in. She shut the door and walked over to a wardrobe she had. Now looking more into detail, the room was her own personal room used to keep her clothing, jewellery, shoes, etc. She got changed into a robe and exited the room and went to her large bathroom, where she took a shower. She finished and dried herself, before wiping her face a few times. She got changed into a crimson dress with a crimson neckless made out of crystals, gems and other precious materials. She wore some crimson high-heels and called her personal hairdresser using a specific device that once activated, vibrated in an almost code-like manner to tell the servant where she was.

The hairdresser styled her hair into a fancy bun and when she was finished, the hairdresser, who was also rather good at applying make-up, did the make-up too. Kayrah then put on a few rings and bracelets, before stepping out of her dressing room if you were to call it that and exited the room. She entered her living room and sat down. She sighed, looking down at her feet. She then looked up and grabbed a television remote. She was not due to meet with the other royals until 14:00 and it was only 10:00am, so she watched a comedy programme that she had on a disc which was called 'The Odd One Out'. She watched it to try and take her mind off of the events of the morning. She noticed that there was a glass of water on the table, placed on a coaster decorated with a painting of roses. "Thanks, Izza." Said Kayrah, lifting the glass and taking a sip. She chuckled away to herself, forgetting the events of the day.

Then, as Kayrah finished the last of her water, Izza knocked on the door and entered after a pause of three seconds. "M'lady, the Duke and Duchess of Al Khalaah are here to see you."

"Please ask them to wait, Izza. Thank you." Said Kayrah, looking slightly irritated.

"Yes, m'lady." As she said this, a streak of hair released itself from Izza's bun she tied herself that sat calmly on the back of her head. She turned around and the streak of blonde hair flicked as she closed the door and the hair was no longer visible. Kayrah lost track of what she was doing and remembered Kassem again. Kassem had been such a big influence of Kayrah's life, but now, he was gone. This was a big change for Kayrah, though one for the better. She had big plans for the Kingdom.

Oh, you've been accepted into the MegaVerse? Why didn't you say it publicly?

Reorganized independent nevada

*Nevada has taken the city of Salt Lake in Utah*

Thonkith wrote:Vask: hey we're here

aight, so, what shall we be doing here again?

Reorganized independent nevada

Gladinia wrote:aight, so, what shall we be doing here again?

Vask: well let's get off

Reorganized independent nevada

Thonkith wrote:Vask: well let's get off

alright

Reorganized independent nevada

Jar Wattinree wrote:Jar Wattinree is ranked 32,519th in the world and 1,277th in the Pacific for Largest Agricultural Sector, scoring 3,897.21 on the Mu-Bah-Daggs Productivity Index.

Xoriet, looks like I got hit by that downswing too.

D:

Well darn that proposal.

Jar Wattinree and Reorganized independent nevada

Bosnian croatia

The First German Order wrote:Can someone explain to me what would happen if a man were to take testosterone? Would he just become super buff? Would he die? Would ascend to be the ONE TRUE CHAD?

Essentially artificial puberty-Bigger family jewels, gain muscle more easily, taller, but thinking would come a lot less easily. He’d also have to be careful-even minute doses once a month can be harmful if taken for too long. Basically, he should stop when his height is nearing 2 metres.

Neuer Deutsches Reich wrote:We are communist AND we have food. What do you want more?!?

Vodka.

Katrzynija wrote:If it was a single molecule then very little would have happened.

ns Sherlock

The First German Order and Reorganized independent nevada

Clicking the first issue

Clicking the first issue is ranked 688th in the world and 23rd in the Pacific for Largest Agricultural Sector, scoring 15,383.06 on the Mu-Bah-Daggs Productivity Index.

Samasbhi and Reorganized independent nevada

Bosnian croatia

Rogue nation: Psst, can I have some g-
BC: TAKE OUR GUNS! STOP ARGUING JUST TAKE THEM!!!
BC citizens: Hey, can I have a g-
BC: HERE’S ENOUGH PAPERWORK TO FILL YOUR BATHROOM AND A 2 YEAR WAIT, HAHAHA SUCKAAAA!

Haven and Sanctuary and Reorganized independent nevada

Hewwo ^-^

Ravelosia, Katrzynija, and Reorganized independent nevada

Oh and Japanese schoolgirls

I can relate to this factbook


Im Nayeon, Japanese Schoolgirl's persona
AN OVERVIEW OF JAPANESE SCHOOLGIRLS
Formerly known as the Community of Japanese Schoolgirls , the nation has been founded on 16 August 2015. It was founded in the region of the Pacific and continues to stay in its birth region. For the longest time, Japanese Schoolgirls have been a mere roleplayer of the New Pacific Order. In 2017, they have served as one of the Imperial Governors of the Aleisyr administration and in 2018, has been inducted into the Senate as Pontifex Maximus or Senator of Internal Affairs. Despite their name, Japanese Schoolgirls is known more for their passion of Korean pop and hallyu culture. They are members of multiple fanbases namely Uaenas, SONEs, ONCEs & Merrys.

Participated in;
> N-DAY (2016, 2017, 2019)
> Z-DAY (2017, 2018)
> Hallyu Takeover (2019)

FAQ #1 - Why did you name yourself Japanese Schoolgirls
Japanese Schoolgirls stems from the very same AskReddit thread. A comment there spoke of a nation mainly built around squirrels or some dorky animal … maybe a marsupial. I had wanted to do the same thing. However, I wasn't too hung up on what entity to base the nation on because I didn't know nor care much about worldbuilding then and also because I initially planned to only stay in this game until my lecture was over so having a well thought out nation concept wasn't number one on the agenda. At that period of time, I was also binging on a lot of slice-of-life and high school themed animes so my mind must have put two and two together in that instant and I came about naming my nation Japanese Schoolgirls. I'm not in any way related to Kawaii Schoolgirls though I find it cool that there's another Schoolgirls-nation out there in NationStates

- from an interview with Escade

FAQ #2 - Who is that lady on your nation's flag
Im Nayeon, from the girl group TWICE. She is one of the main vocals for the group and is my favourite singer amongst TWICE members. Isn't she just the most adorable!
FAQ #3 - Can I send you a telegram?
If you have any questions or issues regarding the Pacific or the New Pacific Order, my telegrams are more than open for business. If you just want to have a conversation about whimsical or serious things, sure, I do enjoy conversations myself. I welcome positive telegrams. Just don't be like my past admirers and send me crude messages.
FAQ #4 - What kickstarted your obsession with KPOP?
It all began in 2008. At that time, I disliked KPOP very much despite having not listened to it yet. I just didn't like it just because. Then, someone showed me a music video that had just come out - Gee by Girls Generation (소녀시대/Sonyeo Shidae). I had given it a chance and lo and behold, I fell in love with the music, the personalities and very soon, the entire culture. I became an avid fan of the girl group which then led to me being sucked down a rabbit hole. There was this solo singer named IU (Lee Ji-eun) who had released a song YOU&I. I loved it very much and up to this day, I still remain a very fanatic Uaena (the name for her fandom).
FAQ #5 - Are you ______ Schoolgirls?
Depends on what word is in the blank. It's known that I am Japanese schoolgirls, Korean schoolgirls, Chinese schoolgirls and Anime schoolgirls. Any other schoolgirl-themed nations are not me.
Read factbook

About FAQ 4
i used to absolutely hate Kpop, I never even heard it though! Me and my brothers made fun of it. That was until it happened . I was unsuspecting, kinda surfing YouTube and I saw "Boy with Luv" by BTS and I was like

"Oh this is actually good"

Long story short, I was obsessed for a few weeks, secretly, actually. I even learned to read Hangul! But, like my Vocaloid obsession, I grew out of it.

Bosnian croatia wrote:Essentially artificial puberty-Bigger family jewels, gain muscle more easily, taller, but thinking would come a lot less easily. He’d also have to be careful-even minute doses once a month can be harmful if taken for too long. Basically, he should stop when his height is nearing 2 metres.

Vodka.

ns Sherlock

Tea

Japanese schoolgirls, Jar Wattinree, Samasbhi, and Reorganized independent nevada

Reorganized independent nevada

Canada ns wrote:Hewwo ^-^

Hello

Canada ns

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