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Post by Lageos suppressed by 
Hedra.
OOC:
I have something I want to get off my chest, and I feel like this is the best place to put out these feelings I have. Now, I want to begin by saying I absolutely love this region, and I plan on being here for a very, very long time. I enjoy role-playing with the people here, and this place gives me a generally positive vibe in comparison to most regions I've observed. However, there are some people here who are super annoying, and I feel like I need to call them out on their bullsh*t. These are the same people, who've either begun their role-plays with campaigns that involve war, invading others, etc. which I am fine with, if people want to engage primarily in war-based role-plays, more power to them. However it really grinds my gears that the same people who were warmongers, or on a warring path, whine and complain whenever the same is done unto them. Not only do they look like sore losers, but they come off as childish, immature, and downright a little b*tch when they don't get their way. But you know what really grinds my gears? setting yourself up for failure and blaming everyone else but themselves. It is sad, and it makes me sick that those who want to involve themselves but cut others short because they look like a total loser to everyone else. I don't want to come off super negative, but I am just being real here. I don't want to call these people by any name, because I can't take anymore of the hypocrisy, and whining. You know who are you are, and if this upsets you, I honestly don't care. You're a punk donkey b*tch and you need to get over yourself, come out, and stop being a f*cking coward. Quit the games, man up, and show me what you got or you're not going to get my respect, or anyone's respect.
*drops the mic*
Man that felt good to get off my chest!
Tritra, Sovern, Kiago, and Dharmanagara
OOC: I would like to run, please and thank you.
My fellow Barbarians,
Let me not waste your time with petty promises, but instead let me tell you what I am openly going to do for Barbaria. I will conduct a wide-stage, mass investigation project, which I believe is needed not because I particularly assume that everyone is a suspect, but rather a loyalty test to determine whether or not they are any plots against the regional government, or the region as a whole. I will begin my investigation against anyone who doesn't vote for me, then I will go onto any opponents that run against me in this election, and then I will carry onto the rest. These purges are necessary, for the greater good of the region. If you support my grand purge, vote for me. If you are guilty of disloyalty to the region, don't. It is that easy. Thank you, and may Bajookie Bless Barbaria! #BBB
ATTN: Since no else stepped up, 
Bajookietopia wins and becomes the new Domestic Affairs Minister. Congrats to him!!! Next up is Foreign Affairs Minister, the election will take place in Nov. 27th. Any interest let me know.
IC: Cabanaian Roller Coaster Ride
Vasco stood in his mother’s grand study, the room suffused with the scent of polished mahogany and old books. Empress Elvira sat behind her imposing desk, her posture straight and her piercing gaze fixed on her younger son. The golden afternoon light streaming through the tall windows made her crown glint, a subtle reminder of the power she wielded. Vasco, dressed impeccably in a navy-blue suit, leaned casually against the back of a chair, his leather-gloved hands resting lightly on its top.
“You understand why I’m sending you, don’t you?” Elvira began, her voice calm but edged with steel.
“I assume it’s because I’m your favorite, and you trust me with the tricky tasks.” Vasco replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Elvira narrowed her eyes, unimpressed. “Don’t flatter yourself. This isn’t a holiday, Vasco. 
Alto Cabana is not just an island paradise; it’s a vital ally for Hedra, a former colony that still shares a connection to Hedra. The Queen is a woman of strong convictions, and she expects to deal with a statesman, not a spoiled prince.”
Vasco raised an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. “Spoiled? Surely you mean charming. And besides, I’ve handled diplomacy before, haven’t I?”
Elvira folded her hands on the desk, her expression unmoved. “You’ve handled your marriage, Vasco. This is different. You’ll be representing Hedra alone. There will be no Aloara to anchor you, no children to soften your image. Only you.”
He straightened, his smirk fading as her words settled over him. “I understand, Mother. I’ll do as you say.”
Elvira’s gaze softened slightly, though her tone remained firm. “Good. Remember, every word you say and every gesture you make will reflect on this family—and on me. The Queen is not a woman to be trifled with. Treat her with the respect she deserves.”
Vasco nodded, the weight of her expectations pressing on him. “I’ll make you proud, Mother. Or at the very least, I’ll ensure you have nothing to criticize.”
Elvira’s lips twitched in what might have been the faintest hint of amusement. “I’ll hold you to that.”
As Vasco turned to leave, she called out after him. “And Vasco?”
He paused, glancing over his shoulder.
“Leave the games at home. This is not a test of your wit—it’s a test of your worth.”
Vasco inclined his head, a flash of determination flickering in his lilac eyes. “Understood.”
As the motorcade wound through the vibrant streets of Honolulu, Vasco took in the scene from the back seat of the sleek black car. The city was alive with colour and movement, a vivid tapestry of tradition and modernity. Locals strolled along the sunlit sidewalks, dressed in bright patterns that mirrored the flowers blooming on every corner. The rhythmic sound of island drums drifted faintly through the air, mingling with the calls of street vendors selling tropical fruit and handcrafted jewelry.
The buildings were a mix of colonial-era architecture and sleek contemporary designs, with the towering peaks of volcanic mountains serving as a dramatic backdrop. The scene was unlike anything Vasco had encountered in Hedra, and he found himself momentarily enchanted by the effortless harmony of it all.
“So this is Alto Cabana,” he mused, adjusting his cuffs. “A place as vibrant as its people. No wonder Mother sees it as an asset.”
As the car turned onto the road leading to the palace, Vasco’s thoughts shifted to the task ahead. The warmth and charm of the streets would be no match for what awaited him within the palace walls.
The car pulled through the gates of the palace. Vasco adjusted his jacket, letting a faint smile play on his lips. The servants guided him through the palace halls and into the throne room where Queen Lili'uokalani II awaited him together with her large royal family.
Vasco stops at the middle of the room, “Your Majesty…” he bows in respect to her authority. “I must say, the place is beautiful. If I wasn’t the heir to Hedra I would certainly set up a home here.”
Vostag and Alto Cabana
IC: Queen Lili'uokalani II. and her family bow back, "Prince Vasco, we are honored to have you here on our humble archipelago." the Queen speaks in a gentle, welcoming voice.
The Queen's younger sister, Princess Moaui, approaches Prince Vasco, and lays around his head a lei of freshly picked flowers. As she places the lei around his head she locks into his eyes, and blushes before running back behind Lili'uokalani.
IC: Vasco’s gaze landed on Princess Moaui. She was truly a beauty with her dark hair and eyes that balanced his own lilac eyes. He was captivated.
“Your Majesty,” he began smoothly returning his gaze towards the Queen, his tone respectful yet conversational, “your family is truly remarkable. Each one seems to embody a unique strength. Some… more than others. It’s no wonder Alto Cabana thrives under your guidance. I’d love a tour around the island if you’d allow me to, maybe even recommend a guide.”
Vostag and Alto Cabana
OOC: I would like to volunteer, please and thank you.
ATTN: Since no one else came forward to run, 
Mya Ayneadosia wins by default and becomes our new Foreign Affairs Minister! Congrats! This concludes this election season folks! See you on the next one!
Vostag, Hunnack Orionus, and Kiago
OCC: Thank God is over!
Hedra, Alezdotyre, and Kiago
OOC: In my direct response to the poll: 
Sovern isn't just going to cause another international conflict or crisis, they're going to cause another genocide or race war on the continent of Zothique.
Sovern, Greater Viking Empire, and Kiago
Distant crackling of the radio washes over you like a white noise, with very small breaks of words, words that have long been dead. These voices comes from the radio, begging for help in a language you do not know, but you're aware that they are suffering. Then once again you hear nothing but silence, then the washing of the white noise drawing you back out from the ghosts in the machine...
...Then there is just silence, in the box, and in your mind.
OOC:
Poll Key:
Isolationist: a nation that wishes to isolate themselves from the world, tend to their internal strives, and to basically not associate themselves politically with other nations. These countries tend to be out-of-touch with the rest of the world, have fallen behind, or just much rather mind their own business.
Cooperative: a nation that willingly contributes to the world, whether it be politically, culturally, and/or financially. These nations desire to conduct business with other nations, regardless of their differences, and seeks diplomatic effort over war for strategic gain.
Protectionist: a nation that, to an extent, desires to collaborate with the rest of the world. These nations however, tend to readily apply tariffs, taxes, or other restricts at their convenience, at the expense of others.
Neutrality/Non-Aligned: a nation that is absolutely neutral on the world stage, and would much rather not choose sides in any conflicts, or disputes.
Humanist: a nation that is dedicated to sacrificing their wealth and stature to help others; usually for other nations that are poorer, weaker, or seriously behind the rest of the world.
Environmentalist: a nation that is willing to reduce their economic capability for the environment; either by conserving land, investing in eco-friendly technology, or utilize their soft power to protect a rainforest or two.
Interventionalist: a nation that uses its military, diplomatic, and economic strength to basically do as they please; shaping the borders of the world to their discretion, and will.
Ascensionist: a nation that is undergoing international development, to one day use to their advantage, and are usually ambitious in their ploys. There doesn't have to be a real reason they'd do anything, so long as it benefits only them.
Revisionist: a nation that is willingly alter the very foundation of their statehood, or are otherwise currently reforming their government.
IC:
"The Azzuan Project" - 
Edgenyah Develops Nuclear Bomb!
After years of funding and research into nuclear energy, the government of Edgenyah was able to go from building their first nuclear-fission power plant, to its first ever prototype of the fission bomb. The new bomb was tested in the Yuasahi Flats, a barren land to the north of its territory, where it successfully detonated. The mushroom cloud casts a large, insidious shadow over the region. Many opposition members in the legislature denounce the practice as an unnecessary escalation in devices, capable of falling into the wrong hands at any time. However, the leading ultra-nationalist bloc has recently passed a law providing additional funding to develop a fusion bomb, ICBM's, and anti-ICBM technology, for the near future to come. Despite how weak the designers intentionally developed the first fission bomb, the radioactive fallout's intensity would have severe negative consequences on the rural north of the country, as well as into the Hyperborean Empire of 
Vostag and the Republic of 
Conecarria, due to the strong winds from the south-west. The government has made no plans on compensating either country for the environmental damage that could ensue on their neighbours.
IC: "The Return of the Rromai" (Prologue)
Just as the world was going to forget about them, the Rromai return, baring what peaceful ways that's always been. The people of many colours return from the outskirts of society, and stronger than ever. Just as the Rromai have been, they once again tread the roads of new homes, drifting with the wind in all their ways, beating against the prejudice in many different lands, but regardless the Rromai still live and prosper in many different lands. Many have taken to the nomadic ways; drifting from the flats of 
Kazakborat to the northern steppe of Vostag, the exiled of Monrassa to 
Alezabar, and in many other places in between. Many have even taken refuge in the mega-metropolitans of 
Santamonia, 
Honk Knoh, and 
Oreusa. As many more plan to come and go, the rest of the world will get to enjoy the arrival of a new people, to bring them culture, wisdom, and a whole new perspective. Many of these lands will discriminate, and enforce their arbitrary borders because of the colour of their skin, the way they wear, or the faith they've beloved for generations...
IC:
The Queen herself postures towards Princess Moaui, "My adventurous daughter will be your guide, she knows the land well, and will keep you safe if you listen to her word."
IC: Vasco smiled and bowed his head. “Thank you madam.”
The next morning sun cast a warm, golden light over the palace as Vasco prepared for the day. He dressed with his usual attention to detail, donning a light-colored suit, paired with a crisp white shirt, and a pair of Persol sunglasses with red lenses. His straw hat sat jauntily atop his head, completing the look. The combination was relaxed but sharp, perfect for a day of exploration on the island. He slipped into his light-colored shoes, ready to take in the beauty of Alto Cabana.
As he made his way to the door, the sounds of the island breeze carried through the open windows. Later that morning, Vasco stood outside the palace, waiting for Moaui. The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the island, and the air was filled with the scent of saltwater and tropical flowers. A sleek, open-top convertible pulled up to the front of the palace, the sound of the engine purring smoothly. Moaui, behind the wheel, flashed him a bright smile as she waved.
Vasco smiled, his sunglasses perched perfectly on his nose, and walked toward the car. “I’m looking forward to seeing more of this beautiful island.”
Vasco slid into the seat beside her, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face as they drove off. The roads wound through lush green landscapes, with towering palm trees and vibrant tropical flowers lining the way. The scenery was like something out of a dream, a place untouched by time or modernity.
She steered the car along a coastal road that hugged the edge of a cliff, offering a breathtaking view of the turquoise waters below.
The car coasted down a narrow path that led to a secluded stretch of sand. Moaui parked it under the shade of a large tree, and they got out, the soft sand between their feet. Vasco felt the cool breeze off the ocean and let the sounds of crashing waves wash over him.
“This is incredible,” Vasco said, turning to Moaui. His gaze wandered over the pristine beach and the sparkling water. “It’s like a paradise.”
Vasco turned his attention to her, finding his gaze lingering on her features as she spoke about her land’s history. Her beauty seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural wonders around them. He was starting to see the island’s charm not just through the scenery, but also through the person beside him.
They walked along the shore for a few minutes before getting back in the car. Moaui took him to other parts of the island—lush rainforests with waterfalls cascading down rocky cliffs, small fishing villages where locals greeted them with smiles, and hidden caves with ancient carvings in the walls.
As they drove, their conversation flowed easily, from the history of the island to personal stories about their lives. It was easy to feel at ease in her company, and Vasco found himself more captivated by her as the day went on.
Eventually, they stopped at a viewpoint high above the island, where the entire coast stretched out before them in a panoramic view. Moaui parked the car and turned to Vasco, her eyes meeting his.
“Do you like it here?” he asked, his tone gentle but searching. “And, before you answer, I must say that this place is amazing. I have never seen anything like it, such beauty, a truly perfect creation. The women are gorgeous as well I should add.” His tone now shifting to a more flirtacious one.
Vostag, Sovern, and Alto Cabana
IC:
Due to recent tensions between the state-governments, the Central Democratic Republic of 
Lageos will be cutting all diplomatic ties with 
Kiago, and all private lines of communication has been severed. If any contact need be, all discussions shall only take place between the UNB representatives, on the floor of the UNB. All border crossings between Kiago and Lageos have been completely shut down, and under strict military supervision. In place of this political blockade on Kiago, the state-government of Lageos has also implemented a total embargo on Kiago; prohibiting all trade and services being exchanged over the border, and all Kiagoans are classified as persona non grata according to recent implementations by President Kuma of Lageos.
What’s is this? Another chat?!?!
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