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Dr simon hurt wrote:"Doing fine, thank you."

*<quietly pours the drink into a potted plant>*


I think that they serve almost everybody... just not bats and some birds..."[/i]


Delicious. I could go for some "long pig".

The latest Force Flyer is out!

A Case of Election Fraud

Today in the Court of Force, Prime Minister Liberal Evil was found guilty of election fraud in the June 2017 Prime Minister Elections. Though at the time fraud happened, the Constitution had not been put in place yet, the fact that Liberal Evil made multiple accounts to vote for him is shameful and dishonest. Since there was no Constitution when the crime was commuted, instead of being not allowed to vote for a year and not allowed to run for two years, they are just being removed from office and are not allowed to run in the next election. This is the first criminal case ever to be prosecuted in Force.

September Elections

Elections last month for Prime Minister involved allegations of corruption against one of the candidates as well as mean language from the other candidate. Though Liberal Evil won 2-1, their term didn't last long as only 5 days after being elected they were in fact found guilty of corruption and forced to vacate the office.

Truth Committee

In the wake of recent events, the Truth Committee has been established. This committee will consist of 2 highly experienced and trustworthy members of Force whose sole job will be to make sure that what citizens are told is true. Basically, citizen in Force may file a request in the Truth Committee subforum requesting for an RMB or Forum post to be verified as true or false. Once they have thoroughly looked over the post, they sill respond to the request and verify whether the post is true or false. This will ensure that citizens know whether what they are reading is true or false and furthermore will ensure that Force has a well informed citizenry.

Copyright © 2017 by the Force Foreign Affairs Ministry

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Read all about it from The NewsStand! New issues of The ASCOF Times, and The Force Flyer (huh, scooped ^)

'56 days ago: Dr simon hurt was ranked in the Top 1% of the world for Highest Crime Rates.'


Read all about it from The NewsStand! New title The DAOSSian Weekly.

And it's 🔺Higher or Lower?🔻 at The Sands this week.

The latest Force Flyer is out!

A New Prime Minister

After Liberal Evil was ousted from office in October for election fraud, in 'Force vs Liberal Evil', a new Prime Minister was needed. Elections were held shortly after to find out who would serve as our next Head of Government. Two candidates submitted their candidacy; the former Prime Minister, Farallaracks, and a longtime member who had never served in government, Dunkar. After seeing Dunkar's candidacy, the former Prime Minister immediately took back their candidacy and with no other candidates present, Dunkar by default, became Prime Minister of Force. So far, they have acted as a fine leader and we are sure they will continue to do so until the next election in December.

The Fall Reforms Act & A Founder Question

In October, Renegalle proposed 'The Fall Reforms Act'; a collection of various amendments to the Constitution. The major part of these amendments is to define what the duties of all government officials and to define exact lengths for both elections and voting on bills. After 3 days of voting, the bill was passed almost unanimously, 4-1 with the only opposition being Liberal Evil. The Founder later explained the purpose of these amendments. By defining duties of government officials, it is made possible for ineffective officials to be removed from office in order to ensure a more productive region. Then, by giving lengths for elections and voting on bills, it was ensured that these had to last for certain amounts of time so that an accurate vote could be recorded.

Later that month, former Prime Minister Steinland (served in the infancy of the region), posed a few questions to the Court. They first asked whether or not the Founder was a citizen, and secondly they asked whether or not the Founder was immune to prosecution. After a few days, Prosecutor Libertatis Regalis stated that based upon the Constitution, they were unable to determine the answers to these questions. The Cabinet decided to decide this themselves by holding a vote. After the vote was held, it was decided 4-1 that the Founder was a citizen and 0-5 that the Founder was immune to prosecution. This question posed an issue, but through this process it is now possible for the Court to make rulings on things not clearly stated in the Constitution.

The New Magistrate Prosecutor

In October during the Court case of 'Force vs Liberal Evil', Magistrate Auptoverland went inactive and was unable to make a ruling on the case. Instead, Renegalle selected Libertatis Regalis to make a ruling. After that when Auptoverland remained inactive, Renegalle decided to appoint Libertatis Regalis as the new Magistrate. After being elected, a bill authored by them was passed to change the name of Magistrate to Prosecutor as it suits their job better. So far, Libertatis has determined the result of 1 court case and 1 ruling and has served the post with dignity, while providing clarity in their prosecution and ruling. It was later privately revealed that Auptoverland was in the hospital for the majority of the month and was therefore unable to do anything. Libertatis is not expected to run in the next Prosecutor election in December, however if Auptoverland remains active, they are expected to run.

Copyright © 2017 by the Force Foreign Affairs Ministry

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This embassy is being closed.

The last RMB post from a region member was 44 days ago.

Renegalle wrote:This embassy is being closed.

The last RMB post from a region member was 44 days ago.

Whoa, it was actually 16 days ago!

Btw, this is Hell's bar, our drunken outpost!

Also how can we read the Force Flyer now if we close embassies?

Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot wrote:Whoa, it was actually 16 days ago!

Btw, this is Hell's bar, our drunken outpost!

Also how can we read the Force Flyer now if we close embassies?

Even so, 16 days ago is more than a week.

Ah okay, in that case we will keep embassies - it's just that I need a special reason to keep embassies and I didn't know.

The next issue of Hell's Bells is hot off the demonic presses!

Issue XXVII: Six Feet for the Devil (Operation Bite-Mark)

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

November 13th, 2017
Issue XXVII. LinkSix Feet for the Devil

I. Operation Bite-Mark
II. Spotlight News
-NS World Fair
III. Ask Fredd!
IV. President of Underworld
V. Artwork of the Damned
-Pumped up Stats
VI. New Sheriff In Town

Nuke Day, Operation Bite-Mark, and How the Devil Ate their Brains
Article by, The Stalker

It all began on the eve of the Mad King’s third year anniversary of ruling Hell, August 29th, the mods had decided to celebrate this by marking the date as the start of the annual Nuke Day game.

Once again the The Horsemen of the Apocalypse would ride. Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and all bringers of the apocalypse reunited for round two.

While the first N day had been a mad spree of nonstop attacking everyone resulting in high strike count, but ultimately leading the Horsemen being demolished by everyone in return. Round two allowed for a more planned and calculated approach, making allies and out maneuvering our enemies allowing us to maintain 10th place for the bulk of the event, sitting up there with factions 3 to 10 times our size.

There the Mad King and the Horsemen of the Apocalypse sat, a twisted King Author narrative played out sitting around the round table deciding who next to nuke. Then towards the end of the event Paul Revere burst in the door screaming the nukes are coming!

The United Free Alliance faction based out of the region The Free Nations Region had been watching. The supposedly defender region saw the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the only successful high ranking founderless region based faction and thought here’s a good target to destroy. So they infiltrated Hell’s discord and plotted their strike.

The Mad King pleaded his case, think of the demon babies he screamed as nukes laid waste countless sinful demonic souls. Nuking the dreams of the founderless communities who worked so hard on one of the few events they’re on a fair footing for. Causing the Horsemen to fall from 10th to 12th place, taking almost half our score.

The Mad King knew he couldn’t let this slide. I mean who nukes the King of Hell and gets away with it? So he thought of a plot, and he thought of it fast.

Thus Operation Bite-Mark was born.

A highly trained covert team of Zombie Ninjas began moving nations into The Free Nations Region throughout the following months. Lead by the Mad King The Stalker, the team included; Daisy Johnson, New Paristan, Freddland, Aibohphobia, The Iron Helm, Mrev the Dead Goblin, Donkervader, SherpDaWerp, Vogel Tori, Eothania, -anton szandor lavey-, and Irishplace.

The Stalker and his 12th zombie apostles set forth on their mission to get brain eating revenge against those who had nuked the Horsemen. At the start of the event The Free Nations Region had roughly 330 nations in the region, with approximately 15-20% of those nations moved in by Operation Bite-Mark. The amount of puppets per team member varied greatly, with the Stalker having over 25+, Daisy Johnson had roughly a dozen, and the rest ranging from half a dozen to just one or two.

The attack plan was to hit them hard and hit them fast soon as the event begun, and it went flawlessly. At the start of the event Operation Bite-Mark went to work, targeting large inactive nations to do the most damage and avoid detection from active players. Working thought was they’d start ejecting nations as they caught them hording other nations, but that with enough nations embracing the horde and carefully using just a few puppets at a time throughout the event we could cripple any chance of survival.

However it soon became clear no one with border controls was on for the first few hours of the event. With Zombie hordes so easily researchable, and it taking over an hour to research the cure. Operation Bite-Mark quickly turned into a slaughter. We focused on taking down anyone researching the cure, their leadership, and anyone active. An hour or two in the mission was already a success, but we kept at it devouring and consuming their brains into the night. Most players logging on to find themselves zombified. Revenge never tasted so good.

Meanwhile in Hell, this year was the first year Hell ever survived, coming in 21st place for most survivors and no infect, with 731 billion survivors and no deaths.

Never underestimate the King of Hell, darling.

Spotlight News
Compiled by, The Stalker

NS World Fair VI

This year’s NS World Fair has begun preparations! Scheduled to run from December 15th through December 21st, will be accepting bids for regional host now till November 20th.

Hell will once again be in attendance, to corrupt the masses and further our goals of conquering NationStates through a demonic cult shadow government that runs Gameplay.
LinkLast year’s booth
(Hell's Bells welcome submissions for future Spotlight News articles, contact The Stalker for details.)

Ask Fredd!
Advice Column by, Freddland

How often do you get comments for Hells Bells?


Almost never (if they know what’s good for them).

How did you start out with this column?


Persistent little bugger, aren’t you? I was tricked into it. I thought I was signing a contract with Stalker for a cool set of Ginsu knives, but I didn’t read the fine print. Turns out I have to write this column for all eternity. And the knives were dull after a week. Rotten bastard.

Have a question for Fredd you'd like to see answered in the next issue of Hell's Bells? Submit here via telegram to Freddland.

The Iron Helm elected Second President of Underworld!
Compiled by, The Stalker

Congratulations to The Iron Helm, former Speaker of Underworld, on being elected the second President of Underworld!

Voting Results
The Iron Helm: 5
Comfortes: 0
Bloodmoses: 1
(Voting open only to WA Underworlders.)

Campaign Speech

My people, sons and daughters of Underworld,

The President is the heart of our land, our traditions are its body, and the people, its blood. I believe that one day we shall rule NS my friends. Our armies shall thunder across the endless lands and it shall tremble beneath them, as in the beginning the very earth shook beneath the wings of our dark master as he fell from the heavens to our realm. He was Underworld, just as I am Underworld and you are Underworld. His face is my face, and your face. His strength, our strength, for his purpose runs through our veins. Our former President Eothania, labored diligently to build Underworld into a monument of greatness that now watches over us. When it was complete, so to was his time to rule complete, yet even as our President departed from the seat of power, I who served him best, stood ready. And a new day dawned for Underworld. In time, each President must heed the call of our great master and depart these lands to serve a greater purpose, for the day his reign comes to an end so continues the eternal vigilance of his successors. The Helm stands now, as it always has, ready to serve and to defend. As speaker of the people, I have watched our realm grow, and I have seen the future of our kind; stand with me now, and I shall be your sword and shield. This I vow to you my friends, while I serve our hallowed land, so shall the long dark of Underworld endure!

Acceptance Speech

My People,
Sons and daughters of the endless darkness, we have seen the ending of another era in our region, the passing of the torch to another generation. It is with great dignity, solemn resolve, and unending gratefulness that by your will, I assume the mantle of leadership. I vow that this day shall begin a new era for Underworld, and together we will rise to greatness unknown in our history. I cannot accomplish this goal alone, it will require you, you the strength in my arm and the holders of my dreams. Together we shall make Underworld great, united, and undivided. Thank you my people, and may the long dark of Underworld Endure!

Artwork of the Damned
"Pumped up Stats - Dasa Rodiland"
Parody of LinkPumped up Kicks by, Dasa rodiland

All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my gun
All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my armies.

Max Barry works a long day, He’s commin to me, with a big update, I can’t wait for mor stats, they’re gonna happen, sometime in the future

All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my gun
All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my armies.

Moderator’s gotta quick hand, he’s loaded with bans, so inevitably hitting all the innocents, gotta watch out, gotta watch out.

All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my gun
All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my armies.



All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my gun
All the other nations with the pumped up stats ya better run better run, faster than my armies.

New Sheriff In Town, Beginning Legacy Of Eothania aka Asmodeus
Article by, Eothania

Where do I begin? Hmmm, let’s start with when I first joined Underworld, well second time. Felt like years ago but really it was about 4 months or so. The first time I joined Underworld was a bit over a year ago but had complications in life so I stopped playing on NS. Anyway, joining Underworld was the best decision I made on NS over my many years of playing. First time I introduced myself on the Discord, I felt like I belonged. Everyone was great, easy to get along with and active. So after introducing myself and getting comfortable with the community as well as talking with Stalker, a big opportunity rose. The first ever presidential elections in Underworld. I thought to myself, it’s a opportunity to really connect with everyone and help make a difference. So I ran as a candidate and soon after was picked to be president of a great region. It was a big responsibility and a lot of work but I managed to get through it. The bonus of it was besides also being WA Delegate, I got to meet more great people in the community. Had a great team to work with during the beginning phase of my presidency. Sadly after a month, my team started to become inactive and I was left with just one official, Iron Helm and Stalker. Despite doing a lot by myself in the sense, it wasn’t bad. I got to understand what it really takes to be a leader and work for a better cause. During my last phase of being president, we got a new Overlord, Daisy. She helped me keep Underworld going in the right path. I couldn’t have done what I did without the great people supporting me in Underworld. So now after serving a little over two months as President and WA Delegate, I agreed to enter the inferno of Hell. It is currently now where I reside and will continue to until the end. Now that I’m in Hell, I shall do what I’ve done in Underworld and keep us going in a positive path for growth.

You can’t wait for opportunity to knock on your door, break down the door and make opportunity work for yourself. Life is full of chances, life is full of pain and even though the struggles may be overwhelming, you learn from it and you become something better for yourself and for others.

- Asmodeus

We hope you've enjoyed our twenty-seventh issue of Hell's Bells. Nations interested in contributing to future issues should contact The Stalker for details.

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The New PCWZ Superior is at war and our leader has requested help in the war

The latest Force Flyer is out!

New Ministers Elected

This term, we had a total of 5 candidates for Minister. For Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mokkland and Caidanland; both new members ran. Mokkland ended up being elected 6-3 with 1 abstaining. For Internal Affairs, the incumbent Libertatis Regalis was reelected as they were the only candidate for the position. Finally, for Minister of the Military & Roleplay; Ingloniania ran against the Empire of Achenar and won 8-1 with 1 abstaining. Ingloniania also happens to be the first citizen of a Force colony ever to be elected Minister in Force; they are a resident of The New Kingdom, currently our only colony.

Treason: An Appeal Succeeds

After being charged of election fraud back in October, another case against Liberal Evil was lodged in late November. This case claimed that Liberal Evil had committed treason for attempting to undermine the legitimacy of the government by making false claims and remarks. This case went on for a day or so until new evidence was presented by the Founder, Renegalle. The Founder presented evidence from SCUT (the Supreme Commonwealth of United Territories) appearing to show that Liberal Evil was a member of the government in The Iron Order (an enemy of Force) and therefore had committed treason. For this, they were promptly banjected from the region. The next day though, on behalf of Liberal Evil, the Founder presented the Court with new evidence that appeared to show that Liberal Evil was in fact spying on TIO and still fully supported Force. The Prosecutor reviewed this evidence and came to the conclusion that the evidence was trustworthy and that Liberal Evil's charges of treason should be dismissed. This was done and Liberal Evil regained citizenship. This case was both confusing and informative (in the Prosecutor's words) and has shown the ability of the Court to administer justice fairly.

Embassy with The North Pacific

In late November, The North Pacific accepted the region's request for a forum embassy after the previous request was rejected a few months ago. This embassy is a major diplomatic undertaking in the history of our region. It will be a lot of work to run this embassy, but it can be done and it is the hope of the region that further relations can be made in the future. The North Pacific represents democracy in its best form; the fairest region NationStates has to offer. The region has demonstrated its strong ability to both collaborate with other regions effectively to ensure the safety of regions throughout NS and its ability to function as a full-fledged democracy. It is the hope of Force that we may some day be able to operate just as efficiently and fairly as The North Pacific has. It is an honor an privilege to have the request for an embassy accepted and the region wishes to thank TNP for this opportunity.

Copyright © 2017 by the Force Foreign Affairs Ministry

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Read all about it!
- NationStates World Fair gets underway: (visit our booth!)
- New Mappers Union averts destruction. But who were the sinister forces behind the attempt?
- What happened next in TIO vs SCUT?
- The Elparia Herald is released
- Cute polar bear cub!

The Sands are at NSWF, with four games to play this week - see
and a Rat Pack croon-off, with a special guest appearance from Ray Charles! -
Who sang it best?

'You were ranked in the Top 10% of the world for Most Survivors.
53 days ago'

Sorry that I couldn't get here to help deal with the problem, but that looks as though you managed okay anyway...

The next issue of Hell's Bells is hot off the demonic presses! Issue XXVIII. You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

December 26th, 2017
Issue XXVIII. LinkYou're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch

I. Play of the Game for the Win
II. Spotlight News
-Robot Santa Visits Hell!
III. Ask Fredd!
IV. Hell Christmas Carols Vol. 2
V. Artwork of the Damned

Play of the Game for the Win
Article by, The Stalker

(Image provided by Blood wine, a meme he’s really proud of)

With the return of the Gameplay Awards run by an unknown host, this year people began to ask who is this host? Last year’s voting allowed for both public and private voting, and the end results came across as sketchy with a number of categories winners differing from the public results.

Some were concerned with the host’s ability to tell puppets and route out multi voters, while others concerned they might be cherry picking the winners, asked they reveal themselves to create some accountability or to restrict voting to public voting only to ensure accurate results. Despite the number of gameplayers requesting the host reveal themselves or do public voting, the host largely ignored these concerns pushing ahead with keeping private votes and not revealing themselves either. Leading to a boycott of the Gameplay Awards 2017, and the start of a number of spinoff awards.

First came Cormac’s Miniluv Awards, a promising transparent alternative awards that would later be cancelled for personal reasons. Followed by a few other attempts, including a joke awards by The Southern Onion.

Enter the Play of the Game awards, hosted by the unlikely duo of The Roman Empire and The Order of the Grey Wardens. With public voting, transparency, and accountability, Hell’s Bells endorses Play of the Game as the official Gameplay Awards of NationStates, so saith the beloved Devil of NationStates and eater of souls. We encourage our readership to participate in the Play of the Game awards! Voting ends the 27th!

Golden Gameplayer Award: Cormac, Zaolat, Roavin, Todd McCloud, Plagentine, Onder, Jakker, Krulltopia, Yuno
Influential Gameplayer of the Year: Roavin, Zaolat, Yuno, Festavo
Raider of the Year: Plagentine, Zaolat, Ever Wandering Souls, August
Defender of the Year: Vincent Drake, Zaolat, Roavin, Frattastan
Rising Gameplayer of the Year: Liliarchy, Zaolat, Marilyn Manson Freaks, Escade, August, Roavin
Rising Raider of the Year: Liliarchy, Zaolat, Hired Contractor, Jay
Rising Defender of the Year: Merlin, Zaolat, Vincent Drake, Altmoras
Non-Aligned Organization of the Year: Lily, Harem of Awesome, Bloopsej, Augustin Alliance, Legio Pacificus
Raider Organization of the Year: The Roman Empire, The Black Hawks, The Red Fleet
Defender Organization of the Year: The Order of the Grey Wardens, The Rejected Realms Army
Startup Organization of the Year: Lily, The Roman Empire
Invasive Operation of the Year: Japan, Ankh Mauta, Operation Eclipse, Africa, Illuminati
Defensive Operation of the Year: Japan, St Abbaddon
Gameplay Thread of the Year: The Roman Empire, Lazarus mega thread
Gameplay News Outlet of the Year: NWB, The NewsStand, EBC Radio, The Rejected Times
Most Controversial Event of the Year: Condemn Canterlot, NSWF, Lazarus, Brunhilde Scandal, CAIN, Gest/TI,
Biggest Event of the Year: Search for GP Awards, Sedge & CG retiring, Nuke Day 2, Brunhilde Scandal, Ivo's retirement, Operation Eclipse, Talico existing, Zaolat existing

Spotlight News
Compiled by, The Stalker

Robot Santa Visits Hell!

It’s the violent-est season of the year, and Kringlebot has come dispensing mugs of Xmas fear!
Sugarplummy visions will be dancing in your head, when I cane you from the comfort of my sled!

Hell takes up Futurama theme for December!

Let's see who's been naughty, and who's been naughty.
Mobsters beating up a shopkeeper for protection money: very naughty.
Shopkeeper's not paying their protection money: exactly as naughty.

Ho, ho, ho! It's time to get jolly on your naughty asses!
You DARE bribe Santa?! I'm gonna shove coal so far up your stocking, you'll be coughing up diamonds!
(Hell's Bells welcome submissions for future Spotlight News articles, contact The Stalker for details.)

Ask Fredd!
Advice Column by, Freddland

Dear Fredd,

Can you explain this whole Santa Claus thing to me?
(1) Santa rewards "good" little boys and girls? Whose definition of good? Frankly, I find the prospect of little boys sitting on an old fart's lap to beg for presents more than a little creepy.
(2) Santa brings coal to naughty little boys and girls? Is that not a little redundant for those of us in Hell?
(3) Are Santa and the Nazarene BFF or not? SC is usually portrayed as the patron saint of Greed, and JC is...not. Usually when the two appear together, they're depicted fighting (from South Park to fundamentalist Christian churches). Which is fake news and which is not? How can I tell?
(4) Why is Santa's workshop able to crank out the latest electronics for the rich kids, while the poor kids get nothing? Is it good to be rich and naughty to be poor?
(5) If Santa were going to visit all the Christian children on Earth in one night, he would have to travel so fast that he, the sled, and the reindeer would instantly burt into flames, hmmmmm?
(6) Since when do reindeer fly, anyway?
(7) Why is Robot Santa trying to kill me? Is that just Robot Satan in drag?
(8) Since Santa enslaves all the elves at the North Pole to work in his sweatshop, why don't the Little People boycott Christmas?
(9) Do Bumbles really bounce?
(10) What are your favourite Christmas songs that do not mention SC or JC?

Your BFF,

Too many effing questions. I'm way to far into the brandy/eggnog for this crap.
1) That borderline pedophile Santa just uses a dartboard.
2) Everybody gets a present. Good or bad. Like you said, coal is a present to us murderous bastards.
3) Southpark got it right. Mortal enemies.
4) Slave labor. In the offseason he rents out the elves to tinpot dictators. Then he buys knock offs from china.
5) See #4. Sends out the elves. The little sots screw up most of the requests. That's why you got a toy train instead of the transformers you wanted back when you were little.
6) JATO bottles can make ANYTHING fly.
7) I put out a contract on you (too many effing questions while I'm trying to get drunk). And yes.
8) They have regular insurrections and revolts. Google 1842 elf riots for a good example.
9) If you drop 'em from high enough.
10) Highway to Hell. And eff you if you don't think that's a christmas song.


Dear Fredd,

How does Hell celebrate the new year? Got any new year's resolutions? I like to celebrate by drinking too much eggnog and resolving to do it again next year.

Resolutions Joe

Good question(s). Tormenting damned souls is a popular pastime year round but it takes on special significance around the holiday season. Fresh souls who, until recently enjoyed life, get special tortures during the joyful season. Boiling in eggnog. Roasting (along with chestnuts) over a yule log. Twigs of holly under the fingernails. Presents from Satan Claus (usually mouthfuls of boiling sh!t).

My last resolution was in 1542 when i resolved to give up making @#*$&#ing resolutions. But eggnog is good. My recipe is 10 parts brandy to 1 part eggnog.

Have a question for Fredd you'd like to see answered in the next issue of Hell's Bells? Submit here via telegram to Freddland.

Hell Christmas Carols Vol. 2
Parodies by, The Stalker

Twelve Days of Christmas in Hell
On the Twelfth day of Christmas the Devil sent to me,
Twelve Demons dancing,
Eleven false prophets preaching,
Ten angels falling,
Nine Circles of Hell blazing,
Eight Evil Thoughts twisting,
Seven Deadly Sins enticing,
Six hydra heads hissing,
Five Golden Pentagrams,
Four riding Horsemen,
Three barking Cerberus heads,
Two Minotaurs,
And a Mad King in a lake of fire!

The Stalker is Coming to Town
You better watch out, and i'd like it if you cry
Better not be surprised when I drink your tears, I'm telling you why
The Stalker is coming to town!

He's following your every move, And taking your picture twice;
He's gonna find out if your single or if he's gonna have to stab someone nice.
The Stalker is coming to town!

The Stalker sees you when you're sleeping, He follows you when you're awake, He knows if you've taken a shower or not, he's just obsessed for goodness sake!

You better watch out! You better not run,
You better not try to escape my love, I'm telling you why,
The Stalker is coming to town!

The Stalker smells you when you're sleeping, He collects your hair when you're away, He knows if you've been out on a date, and will stab them because he knows he's the one.

You know i'm watching out, and I got some drugged candy canes for you to try,
You better love me or i'll murder you, I'm telling you why
The Stalker is coming to town!

Satanic Christmas
I'm dreaming of a Satanic Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where Cerberus’s teeth glisten and demons listen
To hear tortured souls scream while it snows

I'm dreaming of a Satanic Christmas
With every demon deal I make
May your days be numbered and doomed
And may all your Christmases be evil

I'm dreaming of a Satanic Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where Medusa’s eyes glisten and demons listen
To hear lost souls weeping while it snows

I'm dreaming of a Satanic Christmas
With every Hell’s Bells I write
May your days be scary and full of fright
And may all your Christmases be Satanic

Hell’s Bells
Dashing through the lake of fire
In a demon-horse open sleigh
O'er the lost souls we go
Laughing all the way
Bells on Krampus ring
Making the fires bright
What fun it is to murder and sing
A slaying song tonight

Hell’s Bells, Hell’s Bells
Corrupts you all the way
Oh what fun it is to kill
With a four horsemen apocalypse on the way, hey
Hell’s Bells, Hell’s Bells
Consume souls all the way
Oh what fun it is to sell your soul
In a Devil worshiping cult today!

A day or forever ago
I sold my soul to him
And too soon, the fiery bright
Was all within my sight
The first horsemen was cruel and crazed
Misfortune seemed my lot
He got into a murderous rampage
And then we all got shot


A day or forever ago
This story I’m forced to tell
I went out on the burning lake
And on my back I fell
A demon was riding by
In a demonic-horse open sleigh
He laughed as there I sprawling lie
Then quickly ran over me


Now the ground is red
Go it while you're still alive
Murder the innocent tonight
And sing this slaying song
Just get a virgin tied up
With sixty-six as your speed
Hitch them to an open sleigh
And crack their skull, so you can eat their brains

Hell’s Bells, Hell’s Bells
Corrupts you all the way
Oh what fun it is to kill
With a four horsemen apocalypse on the way, hey
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"The Tree" (scene from the story of Apollo and Daphne.)
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Article by, Buer the Demon AKA Dr George

Since Hell has chosen Futurama as its Christmas theme of 2017, let me put on my prognostication glasses and hazard some guesses about what things may look like in 1,000 years. There will undoubtedly be things that no one has really anticipated, like the internet or Google or smart phones. Here are some more probable guesses, in my humble opinion.

SCENARIO 1: Things continue on a relatively linear course from here. Despite the growing popularity of greener technologies from the 21st century forward, global warming continues unabated, with droughts, super storms, rising sea levels, new plagues from tropical regions ravage humankind, and the rest, until the collapse of human civilization in the middle of the 23rd century and the extinction of humankind (and 99% of Earth’s genome) in the mid-25th century. Without excess carbon being pumped into the atmosphere, Earth is beginning to cool down to a point where extremophile bacteria and simple plants and animals from around vents at the bottom of the oceans are beginning to repopulate the sea. With algae and multicellular organisms having already evolved, evolution kicks into high gear much more quickly than in the beginning, so the seas will be repopulated in a relatively short time and land might start to be colonized in another 10,000,000 years or so.

SCENARIO 2: Exxon-Mobile-Chevron-Texaco and the other big hydrocarbon companies (perhaps with government prodding) shift their business models into green energy production and carbon capture. Even so, humanity loses several major coastal cities, including NY City, New Orleans, Tampa, Miami, Barcelona, Sydney, Nice, Cape Town, Rio, and more. Still, we dodge the bullet of catastrophic overheating and although civilization has slowed down for centuries and a large number of animal and plant species have gone extinct, life endures. Although there is considerably less land area on the planet, we have begun colonizing the shallow seas with both floating cities and submerged cities. After an extended hiatus, permanent, self-supporting colonies have been established on the Moon and Mars; while life there is still hard and challenging, the future looks bright.

SCENARIO 3: Between technological advances and an overwhelmingly green culture, the worst of global warming has been averted, natural habitat has been preserved and expanded, and some formerly extinct animals, including the woolly mammoth and the passenger pigeon, freely roam Earth once more. Technology advances furiously along, yielding practical, efficient fusion reactors before 2150, giving humankind virtually unlimited power at home and opening up practical space travel. With continuous acceleration from fusion drives, travel at relativistic speeds has become possible; hence, the nearest star systems are only decades away, putting them in reach of a single person’s lifespan, particularly since nanotech has revolutionized healthcare, making a human lifespan of 120 fairly standard, with the tantalizing possibility of finally understanding aging as a disease and being able to drastically slow, stop, or even reverse it. The entire solar system is colonized with mining in the asteroid belt yielding enormous resources for the ever-expanding human footprint. A sufficiently Earth-like planet has been found in the Goldilocks zone of Alpha Centauri-A and plans for terraforming it are nearly complete. Many millions of fusion-powered drones are exploring the galaxy; as they do not need to slow down to explore a given solar system, they continue going very, very quickly and our knowledge of the cosmic neighborhood is growing exponentially. One probe sent a single picture of what appeared to be artificial structures of a planet in a nearby star system before the probe mysteriously went off-line.

SCENARIO 4: Global terrorism provokes wars between nations across the globe: China vs. India, Iran vs. Saudi Arabia, The Russian Federation vs. the EU, Nigeria vs. Egypt, Argentina vs. Brazil, etc. Quite by accident in a military lab in the USA, which officially is neutral in the great wars, scientists make the breakthrough for warp drive, with undreamed of faster-than-light speeds enabling humans to travel the diameter of the solar system in a day, with even greater speeds theoretically possible. Because hydrogen bombs have destroyed many of the world’s great cities and dramatically increased background radiation, the remaining humans largely abandon Earth, which slowly reverts to a natural state. Scientists are speculating that some of the surviving great apes will eventually follow the course of human evolution in a general sense. The few remaining humans live in cities shielded from the radiation, while old growth forests cover most of the planet.

SCENARIO 5: Trump calls off the 2020 elections and declares himself leader for life; following a meek struggle, America largely assents. Jews, immigrants, LGBTQ persons, the very poor, journalists, prominent feminists and intellectuals, and many others are portrayed as “the enemies of the people,” rounded up, killed on the spot or sent to concentration camps or simply disappear. This time, humanity ends in 2025 instead of the mid-25th century. The planet is so irradiated by the wars that all multicellular life forms are killed and only a few extremophile bacteria remain. By the time the radiation has died down sufficiently for life to attempt to recolonize the planet, the Sun has begun its exit from the main sequence, is burning helium, and expanding into a red giant, first expanding beyond the orbit of Mercury, then even Venus. Massive solar flares regularly strike the surface of the earth, which has already been sterilized for millennia. The solar flares blast away the remnants of an atmosphere, the remnants of the oceans, and eventually, the crust and mantle of the earth, leaving a Mercury-like planetary core as the innermost planet.

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The latest Force Flyer is out!

Prosecutor Elections

After the usual 17 day election process, 3 candidates ran for election. Western Chosetus, a member from the early days of Force who had refounded and had already helped write a successful amendment, Western Koreansylvania, a new member from our Colony, TNK, who seemed to hold interest in the position, and Caidanland who had also run in the last election for Minister of Foreign Affairs unsuccessfully. About halfway into the election, Western Koreansylvania's nation ceased to exist, so the single vote for them was invalid and they lost their candidacy. Western Chosetus emerged victorious with 6 votes for them, 1 abstaining, and 0 for Caidanland.

Treaty Signed with UCR

We have recently signed a treaty with the Union of Confederate Regions. In this treaty, we have both agreed never to attack each other or our allies, share intelligence that is relevant to the other region for its protection, and have allowed WA members in both regions to participate in the RP of the other region and join the RP map. The Union of Confederate Region is a large and powerful region of 400+ nations and we have no doubt that this treaty will be beneficial to both of us.

Cobrastan Liberated

In a recent counter-invader military operation conducted by our own armed forces, The Force, we successfully took power away from the invaders and gave power back to the natives of Cobrastan. This is just the first of many defender operations which we wish to perform in order to enhance our strength as a defender and to help liberate more regions from ruthless invaders.

A Culture Minister?

A bill proposed by Renegalle was recently withdrawn from the assembly floor. In this bill, the position of Minister of Judicial Affairs was to be removed and the Minister of Culture was to become a new position. However, when voting started, many voted against it because they wished for the Judicial Affairs Minister to remain as it oversees the Prosecutor and thus is an extra thing to ensure justice is served. Seeing this, the bill was withdrawn and a new one has been submitted that keeps the Judicial Affairs Minister. The purpose of the Culture Minister would be to create events and holidays to engage the citizens of Force and give them a reason to interact with and get to know others in the region.

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- We're now listing The Rejected Times
- We've a fresh Union Times
- The new Virtuous Times
- A bad day at the Euro Gazette
- Sharpen your pen for the Interregional Writing Contest
- And play ♠♥Sands Hold'em ♦♣ at The Sands

The latest Force Flyer is out!

SCUT Referendum

Great controversy over our membership in SCUT began after the Emperor of the organization, Morriband, gave orders to all members of our military to stop all military operations ran by Force from happening and move them to SCUT. After this continued to go on, much of it behind the scenes, Renegalle decided to hold a referendum. At the time the controversy broke out elections for Prime Minister were ongoing so the referendum didn't start until elections were over. Based on debate of the topic and discussion of it on the RMB and Discord; it is looking increasingly likely that Force will vote to leave SCUT when voting starts on January 30th.

Dunkar Re-Elected Prime Minister

After another exciting election; Dunkar was re-elected Prime Minister. There were 3 candidates: Dunkar, the incumbent; and Seoul-Pyongyang and Harkhirchluvo, both newcomers. Dunkar received 9 votes, Seoul Pyongyang got 2 votes, and 2 voters abstained. Dunkar is looking forward to another successful term with many new challenges to face.

Enormous Population Growth

Last month when we came out with the Force Flyer our main region had a population of 82 nations and our colony, The New Kingdom, had 25 nations - a total of 107 nations. Now, our main region has a population of 113 and our main colony continues to have a population of 25; making for a total of 138 nations. That means our region has grown by 31 nations in a single month and is going above our record population virtually every day. It also means Force as a region will be more active and be able to have more serious foreign relations with other regions. Quite a few new members have also become involved and we hope to continue to see this happen.

New Ministries; New Ministers

Back in December a bill was unanimously passed by The Assembly to among other things, create a Judicial Affairs Ministry. The following month, another bill was passed to create a Culture Ministry. Then just a week or so ago, Dunkar appointed Harkhirchluvo as the Minister of Judicial Affairs and Arrow Dynamics as the Minister of Culture. The Judicial Affairs Ministry is designed to be a safeguard in place to oversee the Prosecutor and ensure that all Court rulings are fair and based on fact. They also help maintain the records of the Court in case they need to be referenced in the future. The Ministry of Culture is designed to plan and come up with events and holidays for members of Force to participate in. With the addition of these Ministries with their respective Ministers; it is our hope that Force can become an even more interesting, fun, and fair place for nations to call home.

Colony of Heart Created

In the past few weeks, Force got a new colony. Heart. In order to make Force a place worth living in for all; we have 3 very different regions. Force is more of a neutral region and the home for nations who prefer to be in the presence of those with different ideas and interests. The New Kingdom was designed to serve as a place for people interested in medieval life, kingdoms, and the like to reside. Finally, the newest addition, Heart, is designed to be a place for nations with high political and civil freedoms and for regions who are strong supporters of democracy. In the next few months we hope Heart will grow and eventually be fully functional and active.

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A Case of Resignation

Elections. For the Minister of Foreign Affairs there was only one candidate, Bennisia. After candidacy announcements were over, being the only candidate, they won. They started out the term very enthusiastically, but after 3 days they unexpectedly resigned. Prime Minister Dunkar immediately took action and appointed the previous Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mokkland, back to the position. We believed that was the last we'd see of them. Then the next day they unexpectedly came back and announced that they would like to 'unresign'. The Prime Minister, thinking it would be unfair to reappoint them after they had resigned, decided to keep Mokkland as the Minister. Shortly after, Bennisia filed a Court Case against Dunkar for inactivity. The case lasted briefly, but in the end the Prosecutor determined that Dunkar hadn't committed any crime. 3 days later, Prime Minister Dunkar filed a case against Bennissia for attempting to undermine the legitimacy of the government. This case is currently being heard and a verdict has not yet been reached.

Elections: Candidates, New and Old

Besides the whole episode with Bennisia; elections featured new members running for positions as well as old ones being re-elected. Libertatis Regalis, the longest serving Minister ever, was re-elected Minister of Internal Affairs; Bennisia was elected Minister of Foreign Affairs; Concleror was elected Minister of Roleplay; and Impits Menouss was elected Minister of Judicial Affairs. These were the Ministers elected without a vote as they were the only candidates for their respective positions. Then a new member, Seoul-Pyongyang, was elected Minister of Culture with 7 votes for them, 4 votes for Katamoko, 1 voter Abstaining, and 1 Invalid Vote. The incumbent, Ingloniania, was re-elected Minister of the Military with 12 votes for them and 1 Invalid Vote.

Talking Fexit with Morriband

What is your stance on Force leaving SCUT?

Well, SCUT has always had the policy of allowing for peaceful exits. Other than Force, only one other region has done this though. The others to do this have all done so on a basis of hostility. cough Sovietzkia cough

Why do you think Force left SCUT?

From my understanding, Force left due to their unwillingness to be a part of a federal system that had a government beyond that of their region. Which, is a viewpoint I understand - being in a federal system isn't for everyone.

Has Force's exit affected SCUT in any major ways?

Honestly, no. There are people who are either worrying too much or trying to overplay it, but we've had a bigger region leave when we were far smaller, so Force leaving hasn't done anything significant. The only thing that's had to change were some people occupying certain offices.

What do you think of the new organization, PAR?

I think PAR is an interesting thing. It's obviously meant to be a version of SCUT that "corrects" the grievances of some people in Force. Because of that, it's less like the US, and more like NATO. As of right now it only has two members, so we'll see how it all goes. It seems to me to be attempting to recreate SCUT, but without a federal system in place, I have my doubts about its long-term success. As far as foreign relations go, the actions of PAR will determine our response. As long as we have no reason for hostilities, there will not be any. We won't initiate a conflict.

Would you support a bilateral treaty between Force and SCUT?

This somewhat ties into my last response. We'd have to see how things are going with PAR and Force first, to understand the nature of the relationship there. We'd also have to know what provisions would be in this treaty. I will say this, though: I'm in favor of peace instead of war.

What do you think could be improved in Force?

From what I've seen going on in Force, I think you could improve your internal stability. You seem to have agitators (for lack of a better word) on multiple sides who are causing some internal conflicts. Also, I would suggest that you work (with me, other SCUT officers, and/or your own cabinet) to improve the public opinion of SCUT so that we can actually pursue an agreement of any kind. As of right now, I don't think many people like us there.

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Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

March 25th, 2018
Issue XXIX. LinkFeel It Still

I. Interview with Cormactopia Prime
II. Spotlight News
-Citadel of Ricks: Get Schwifty
III. Ask Fredd!
IV. Druidic Lore and Celtic Christianity
V. Artwork of the Damned
VI. Tales of the Infernal: The Hitcher

Interview with Cormactopia prime
Interviewed by, The Stalker

1. Welcome Cormac, tell us what is the origin story of one of gameplay’s greatest savants? You’ve been a defender, a raider, a GCR delegate, and everything in between, where did you get your start?

Well, I started in a n00bish imperialist region most people probably won't remember, called Exshaw. Its Founder was Durkadurkiranistan II, whom many people know simply as Durk and whom older Feederites know as John Ashcroft Land or JAL. I had no idea at the time the reputation he had for couping The North Pacific, but I suppose in hindsight given my own history it's appropriate that I started out in a region he founded. Exshaw thrived for a little while in 2012 while script recruitment was legal on an experimental basis, but when it was made illegal again, Exshaw pretty much crumbled. I briefly tried founding my own region, Asgard, but it only lasted a few months. I landed in the United Defenders League, The North Pacific, and Osiris, ended up focusing mostly on Osiris, and the rest is pretty much history from there.

2. Describe your defender days for us, what was your favorite moment as a defender? Have a favorite mission you did? Would you ever return to being a defender?

My defender days were pretty great. I probably should have stuck with defending, but hindsight is 20/20, as they say. As odd as it sounds, my favorite moments from defending were probably the detagging operations we used to run when I was in the UDL. Most people didn't much care for detagging, and there were times I got tired of it too, but I had a lot of fun detagging with Ravania during minor updates. He had a unique way of making what otherwise seemed like a chore fun and competitive. As far as favorite operations, it's been so long now I'm not sure I could pin down a specific operation as my favorite. Anytime we successfully liberated a region was exciting and exhilarating. I probably wouldn't go back to defending in terms of making it my alignment again, but I wouldn't be averse to helping out with defending operations or anything.

3. Now you’ve also been a raider, tells us about that, what was your favorite moment as a raider? Have a favorite raid you did? Do you currently consider yourself a raider?

My favorite moment as a raider would still have to be Asgard's raid of Christmas back in July 2012. It was Asgard's first successful raid and the first time I was point, and the ensuing battle over Liberate Christmas was a lot of political fun too. Most raids during my time with The Brotherhood of Malice were a good time too. Really the best raids were the ones that I got to do mostly with my friends, I never much cared for the bigger raids involving a lot of regions, because there were invariably people on those raids I didn't like. I've never gotten along particularly well with most raider and imperialist regions. To answer your last question, no, I don't consider myself raider, nor defender. I would say I consider myself neutral, but that's boring, and independence has a whole connotation I don't like. I consider myself Cormac. I'm an alignment of one, really. Like with defending though, I'm not averse to raiding. I do oppose griefing though.

4. You are the Editor-in-Chief of the hard-hitting award winning and sometime conversational Miniluv Messenger, what made you start this newspaper? Have a favorite piece you’ve written? Is Big Brother still watching Gameplay?

It started mostly as a joke after the #miniluv IRC channel was exposed and everyone insisted it was some kind of gameplay conspiracy with me at the center, when in actuality at the time it was just a chat group with my close NS friends. Over time The Miniluv Messenger became more of a legitimate newspaper, and became famous (or infamous, depending on who you ask) for exposés like the article that exposed Operation Brave Toaster in the South Pacific. It was also probably the main source of resistance propaganda during Stujenske's 2015 coup of Lazarus. My favorite piece will probably always be the one I just mentioned, Operation Brave Toaster: Exposed. The impact it had on TSP really can't be overstated, even years later. For better or worse, TSP is in large part the way it is today because of that article and the impact it had on independent hegemony in TSP. Undermining Belschaft opened the door for Glen-Rhodes and others to push TSP in a more defender direction. I'm not sure that outcome thrills me, but it was still better than the alternative that Belschaft & Co. were pursuing at the time.

Big Brother is always watching gameplay. ;) I'm sure The Miniluv Messenger will be back at some point!

5. You’ve spent a lot of time in the various GCRs, including having been Pharaoh of Osiris three times. Describe your time there, what was your favorite moment as Pharaoh? Looking back would you have done anything different? Would you ever pursue becoming a GCR delegate again?

My favorite moment as Pharaoh ironically happened before I was ever Delegate. It was the end of Gatesville's month-long coup of Osiris. Even though the end of that coup was reached through diplomacy rather than military liberation, it was still very satisfying to see that coup end after spending months as a first-time Delegate fighting a coup. There hadn't been a coup of that level of seriousness since Empire's coup of The East Pacific in 2008, so very few people still active in the game really had any idea what they were doing when it came to fighting a GCR coup. There were many times I didn't think the coup would end, so when it did I was relieved Gatesville hadn't kept Osiris, and it was a major accomplishment for me. It was also the last Sinker coup to be defeated. Every Sinker coup since has been successful, which I think illustrates how dire the situation was for us during that coup.

Things I would have done different: Almost everything after that. I regret stepping down as Pharaoh in September 2013 and supporting Astarial's dissolution of the Kemetic Republic of Osiris, which eventually lead to the Osiris Fraternal Order in December 2013, and then to another coup in April 2016. All of that really paved the way for the less active situation that exists in Osiris right now, as well as normalizing subversion and coups to the point that raiders (which I also extend to include imperialists and raider-aligned independents) now control four Feeders and Sinkers through autocratic or oligarchical regimes. I don't think you would have Wolfist Lazarus, for example, if there hadn't first been the Osiris Fraternal Order. So I very much regret all of that, the impact it had on Osiris, and the impact it had on gameplay. I hope eventually these trends will be reversed, and I would like to see that start in Osiris. By their own free will, of course -- I'm not talking about using force. If I've learned anything it's that you can't coup your way to a better region. It just doesn't work out like that.

Would I pursue becoming a GCR Delegate again? Probably not, but you never know with me. I would really like an opportunity at some point to have a normal tenure as Delegate of a GCR just to prove I can actually do that. :P But my days as a GCR Delegate are probably behind me, and that's maybe for the best.

6. If you sold your soul to me, I mean to the Devil, what would you ask for?

An unlimited bank account. You probably thought I would say something NS-related but I mean, really, money. Because obviously.

Spotlight News
Compiled by, The Stalker

Citadel of Ricks: LinkGet Schwifty

The Citadel of Ricks opens its doors, homeland of Rick and Morty fans from all dimensions! *Bluurp* Where you can discuss the show, and even join the Council of Ricks and help run the Citadel!

The place for all your Pocket Mortys action, battle and trade your Mortys with fellow NationStates Ricks! (What is Pocket Mortys?)

The Council of Ricks
The Rick: The Rickest Rick
Second Rick: Rickoria
Rick of Development: The newly rebuilt citadel of ricks
Original Rick: Rick Sanchez
Rick of Interdimensional Affairs: Theimperialsociety

Check out the Rickstitution!

President of the Citadel elections are now underway with three Rick candidates running, Rick Sanchez, Theimperialsociety, and Rick f-238.

I want my McNugget dipping sauce Szechuan sauce, Morty!
That's what's gon-it's gonna take us all the way to the end, Morty!
Season nine more seasons, Morty! Nine more seasons until I get that dipping Szechuan sauce!

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Ask Fredd!
Advice Column by, Freddland

Do you celebrate St Patrick's Day in Hell?


Yep. And just like everywhere else, we use it for an excuse to get drunk.


Ok. How about Easter? Surely you don't celebrate Easter in Hell.


Yep. Easter, too. It's a big deal here. We start the day with the traditional exploding egg and "chocolate" (actually dog crap) demon hunt. Just before lunch, we have the traditional Easter Tequila drinking contest. And for the grand finale, at dusk we have the traditional Eastside vs Westside Knife and Nunchaku Fight. Good times. I love holidays.


Dear Fredd,
All of your advise sucks. What's wrong with you?


Dear Disgusting,
My advise sucks because all of the questions are from idiots. Garbage in, garbage out.


Bull. You have gotten legit questions. But your answers sound like they were written by a drunk, halfwitted, depraved homeless person.


Not true. I have a home.

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Druidic Lore and Celtic Christianity
Article by, Ingskalla

Celtic culture on the island of of Britain was pervasive before the Saxon invasion around the 6th Century, it was the Romans that subjugated the Brythonic peoples, the Saxons did not invade these Celtic lands until after the Celtic people had been significantly enfeebled by centuries of incessant discordance, conflict, assimilation, and occupation by the Romans The Celtic Solstice traditions are where druids would cut the mistletoe that grew on the proffered oak tree and presented it as an annual blessing. On the solstices of each year the Oak King, representing the light, and the Holly King, representing the dark, would fight, with the Oak King emerging victorious at the winter solstice, enabling the return of the light. The Gaelic tribes of Hibernia (Latin for Ireland) created an entire language known as Ogham which is based on the Sacred Celtic Trees and bear semblance to the Futhark Runes of the North Germanic peoples.

The winter solstice tradition dated to the Proto-Germanic Funnel Beaker of north-central Europe and Bell Beaker Proto Celtic R1b people as evidenced by the underground cairn in Newgrange, Ireland, erected approximately 3200 BC, illuminated on December 21st during the dawning of the Winter Solstice. Regarding Christmas and the relation to the Italic Saturnalia Pagan festival, there is diminutive pertinence to the Picts of the Scottish Highlands or the Gaels of Hibernia who were never occupied by the Romans so their traditions were not adulterated. Celtic Christianity incorporated elements of the old Irish Pagan traditions such as the Triple Goddess/Crone being associated with Saint Bridget and a surfeit of other connections, this was necessary in order to Convert the various Celtic Kings and Princes by providing them with a familiar link to the old spiritual customs, hosted from these Royal houses that the Celts took reverence from so it was important in prosthelytizing to the new Semitic religion of the Levantine desert.

The Irish Monks were renowned throughout Continental Europe where Iona in Scotland and the Monasteries of Ireland were a main hub of higher learning and the Emerald Isle was known as the land of Saints and Scholars where Monarchs, Nobility, and Princes from across Christian Europe received their education at the hands of these exceedingly scholastic Monks. Alas, much of this was put to a cessation when Norwegian Viking raiders beginning around the eight Century and and continuing until the 11th Century when the stranglehold of the Norsemen were finally fractured by Brian Boru of Dál Cais of Munster in Ireland. By this phrase however, much desecration been done with Iona having been largely abandoned and tens of thousands of ascetic holymen slain by the pagan occupiers. Over the course of the ensuing decades, Norwegian settlers that hadn’t sailed to Iceland with their bounty of female thralls or back to the fatherland inevitably assimilated into mainstream Irish society and bewed married ito Celtic nobility, eventually converting to Insular Christianity. It is interesting to remark from analyzing the genetic makeup of contemporary Icelanders, about 18% of males (remaining genetic composition deriving from West Norway) and comparisons of Icelandic mitochondrial DNA in females closely matches Gaelic populations in the British Isles. Several geographical locations in Iceland including Vestmannaeyjar (Westmann Islands), Írafellsbunga (Mountain of the Irish) in Norðurland vestra, and the town of Akranes has stark Hibernian historical influence.

Artwork of the Damned
"Self Portrait"
Collage / minor Origami 26x20 by, The Stalker

The Hitcher...
Tales of the Infernal by, The Iron Helm
(Retelling of The Hitch-Hiker by The Twilight Zone)

Gather around, you denizens of the dark. Step into the shadows, into places where mortals fear and even the damned dare not venture. These are stories from the other side, the weird, the impossible, the horrifying. All of them different, but in the end, they are all... TALES OF THE INFERNAL...

I'm in an auto camp on Route 66 just west of Gallup, New Mexico.
If I tell it, perhaps it'll help me -- keep me from going - going crazy. I gotta tell this quickly. I'm not crazy now - I feel perfectly well, except that I'm running a slight temperature I think.
My name is Ronald Adams. I'm thirty-six years of age, married, tall, with dark close cropped hair. I’m a Teamster for the Consolidated Freight Company, an I’m driving a 1956 Mack Model R Tractor with the license plate 6Y175189, hauling a load of ball bearings, I’ve got the bills of lading to prove it. I was born in Brooklyn. All this I know. I know that I'm at this moment perfectly sane, that it's not me who's gone mad -- but something else, something utterly beyond my control.
I've got to speak quickly. At any minute the link may break. This may be the last thing I ever tell on earth - the last night I ever see the stars.

Six days ago I left the Brooklyn terminal, bound for California. As I usually do, I called my wife Amanda on the phone to let her know how long I’ll be away and where I’m heading to. “Goodbye Ron, Please be safe on the road, you know how worried I get about you.” She said. “I wish they would just keep you local, I hate there long runs you have to make.
“Oh come on now honey, I’ll be just fine.”
“Oh, I know, dear. I - I'm sorry. But I - I do hate to see you go so far, I can’t help it.” I laughed. “The run is a good one, with these miles I’ll have a swell paycheck coming, I just can’t turn down a good paying trip like this.” I said. She sighed slowly on the other end. “I know, but - you'll be careful, won't you? Promise me you'll be extra careful. Don't fall asleep or drive fast or pick up any strangers on the road. Now I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, I’d been driving a truck since I’d got home from the war, and going this far out was never a worry for me. “Gosh, you'd think I was still seventeen, to hear you talk.” She nevertheless persisted. Promise to wire me as soon as you get to Los Angeles?”
“Of course I will. Look, don’t you worry. There isn't anything going to happen. It's just eight days of perfectly simple driving on smooth, decent, civilized roads with a hot dog or a hamburger stand every ten miles. Everything is going to just fine dear, I love you.”

I remember climbing up into to cab of the red R model after doing my usual pre trip inspection. I was in fine spirits as the engine roared to life and I slowly rolled out of the freight yard in the wee hours. The drive ahead of me, even the loneliness, seemed like a lark.

But I reckoned without him.

Crossing Brooklyn Bridge that morning in the rain, I don’t know exactly what happened, maybe I began to nod off and didn’t notice or maybe another driver just got too close, but I recall swerving as a new model Buick cut in front of me. I swore aloud and worked the sticks quickly, dropping 4 gears quickly as I pulled into the far right lane closest to the side of the bridge. The car sped off as I regained control of the rig, and gradually I began building up speed again. I laughed nervously to myself at my close call. If only Amanda had seen that! It was then, in the early morning mist, that I saw a man - leaning against the cables. He seemed to be waiting for a lift. There were spots of fresh rain on his shoulders. He was carrying a cheap overnight bag in one hand. He was thin, nondescript, with a cap pulled down over his eyes.
I would have forgotten him completely except that just an hour later, while crossing the Pulaski Skyway over the Jersey Flats, I saw him again. At least, he looked like the same person. He was standing now with one thumb pointing west. I couldn't figure out how he'd got there, but I thought probably another truck had picked him up, beaten me to the Skyway, and let him off. I didn't stop for him. Then, late that night -- I saw him again.
It was on the new Pennsylvania Turnpike between Harrisburg and Pittsburgh. It's two hundred and sixty-five miles long with a very high speed limit. I was just slowing down for a curve before one of the tunnels - when I saw him - standing under an arc light by the side of the road. I could see him quite distinctly - the bag, the cap - even the spots of fresh rain spattered over his shoulders. He "Hallooed" at me this time.
“Hellooo! Hellooo!” I rolled by him, watching out the window, wondering if I’d indeed seen him before, then I cleared the curve and I stepped on the hammer like a shot.

It's lonely country through the Alleghenies, and I had no intention of stopping. Besides, the coincidences, or whatever it was, gave me the willies. I stopped at the next filling station to fuel up and take a break. The middle aged attendee came ambling out of the office wearing a pair of old dirty coveralls and an unlit cobb pipe clenched in his teeth. He smiled broadly.
“Evening driver.” His thick and friendly accent put me at ease. “Good evening , do me a favor and fill 'er up will you please?”
“Certainly, sir. Check your oil?”
Knowing I’d checked over the engine before leaving I simply said. “No, thanks.”
“Nice night, isn't it?” He mused dreamily as he stared up at the night sky. “Yes It sure is.” I said. I added quickly. “It hasn't been raining here recently, has it?”
He smiled again merrily as the fuel pump ticked off. “No sir, not a drop of rain all week.” Figuring I’d press him a bit further I said. “Oh? Oh, I - I suppose that hasn't done your business any harm?”
He glanced at the pump and answered in his happy offhand way. “Oh, people drive through here all kinds of weather. Mostly business, you know, trucks and the like. There aren't many pleasure cars out on the turnpike this season of the year.”
I swallowed hard, almost afraid to ask the question. “I suppose not. What, ah - er - ah - What about hitchhikers?
“Hitchhikers? Here?” He chuckled. “What's the matter? Don't you ever see any?” He shook his head, “Not much. If we did, it'd be a sight for sore eyes.” “Why?” I asked as the pump clunked to a stop and the alarm bell clanged.
The attendant shrugged as he hung up the hose once more and screwed the cap back on the truck’s passenger side tank. “Oh, a guy'd be a fool who started out to hitch rides on this road. Look at it.” I glanced out at the lonely dark stretch of road. “Then - you've never seen anybody?” “No. Maybe they get the lift before the turnpike starts. I mean, you know, just before the tollhouse. But then it'd be a mighty long ride. Most cars wouldn't want to pick up a guy for that long a ride. And, you know, this is pretty lonesome country here, mountains and woods. You ain't seen anybody like that, have you?” I laughed aloud trying not to show my unease. “Oh, no. Oh, no, not - not at all. I was just-- Ah, uh, a technical question.” He smiled again. “Oh, I see. Well, that'll be just twenty five forty-nine, with the tax.”

The thing gradually passed through my mind as sheer coincidence. I had a good night's sleep in Pittsburgh. I didn't think about the man all next day until -- till just outside of Zanesville, Ohio. I saw him again.

It was a bright sunshiny afternoon. The peaceful Ohio fields, brown with the autumn stubble, lay dreaming in the golden light and I was driving slowly, drinking it in, when - the road suddenly ended in a detour. In front of the barrier, HE was standing....

Let me explain about his appearance before I go on, there was nothing sinister about him. He was as drab as a mud fence, nor was his attitude menacing. He merely stood there - waiting, almost drooping a little, the cheap overnight bag in his hand. He looked as though he'd been waiting there for hours. And he looked up. He hailed me. He started to walk forward.
Hellooo! Hellooo! I began to feel a horrible feeling of dread and confusion overtake me as I sat there. “No, not just now, sorry!” I yelled. He called out to me. “Goin' to California?!”
“No, no, not today! The other way! Going to New York! Sorry!” I put the rig into gear and turned down the detour, shifting as quickly as I could. After I got back on the road again, I felt like a fool. Yet the thought of picking him up, of having him sit beside me, was somehow unbearable. At the same time I felt - more than ever - unspeakably alone. Hour after hour went by. The fields, the towns, ticked off one by one. The light changed. I knew now that I was going to see him again. And though I dreaded the sight, I caught myself searching the side of the road, waiting for him to appear. I was beginning to hate the truck as I drove on, mile after mile, hour after hour. If I could've found a place to stop, to rest a little... I was in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri now. The few resort places there were closed. Only an occasional log cabin, seemingly deserted. That's all that broke the monotony of the wild, wooded landscape. I knew I'd see him again. Maybe at the next turn of the road. The thought of it, the pure dread of it all began to overwhelm me. He was following me, why I didn’t know, but I knew that when I saw him next -- I would run him down.

But I didn't see him again. I didn't see him until late next afternoon. I'd stopped at a sleepy little junction just across the border into Oklahoma to let a train pass by ... when he appeared across the tracks - leaning against a telephone pole. It was a perfectly airless, dry day. The red clay of Oklahoma was baking under the southwestern sun ... yet there were spots of fresh rain on his shoulders. I couldn't stand that. Without thinking, blindly, I slammed the truck into gear and lurched across the tracks towards him, engine roaring and black exhaust blasting from the stack. I swear before God, didn't even look up at me. He was staring at the ground. I stepped on the throttle hard, veering the wheel sharply toward him. I could hear the train in the distance now, but I didn't care. Then, it happened, something went wrong with the truck, it stalled right there on the tracks.
The train was coming closer. I could hear its bell ringing and the cry of its whistle. Still he stood there. Now I knew that he was beckoning -- beckoning me to my death!
Well ... I frustrated him that time. I frantically worked the choke and the starter worked at last. I managed to back up. When the train passed, he was gone. I was all alone in the hot, dry afternoon.

After that, I knew I had to do something. I didn't know who this man was - or what he wanted of me. I only knew that from now on -- I mustn't let myself alone on the road for one minute. My prayers were answered as up ahead I saw the figure of a person, it wasn’t him as I’d feared, it was a woman, slender and auburn haired, she had her thumb extended for a ride.
I slowed to a stop and open the passenger door, I called to her over the rumble of the big diesel engine. “Uh, hello there! Like a ride?” She smiled and stooped to gather up her suitcase. “Well, what do you think? She laughed. “How far are you goin'?
Not knowing what else to say I managed. “Uh, where do you wanna go?”
“Amarillo, Texas.” She said as she climbed in and slammed the door closed. “I’ll drive you there. I blurted out. Her eyes were sparkling and her smile got bigger. “Gee, that’s wonderful of you mister.”
We began picking up speed as I worked my way through the truck’s gears. She glanced over at me and asked “Uh, you mind if I take off my shoes? My feet are killin' me.” “Go right ahead.” I smiled. “Ohhhh. Gee, what a break this is, let me tell you. It’s tough sometimes in these great open spaces to get anyone coming, let alone anyone to stop for you.”
“Yeah, I should think it would be.” I said. Though I'll bet you get a good pick up in a fast car, if you did, you could get places faster than, say, another person in another car, couldn't you? She looked at me quizzically “I don't follow you mister.”
I licked my lips, trying to stay calm. “Well, take me for instance. Suppose I'm - I'm driving across the country, say, at a nice steady clip, about fifty-five miles an hour. Couldn't - couldn't a girl like you, just standing beside the road waiting for a lift, beat me to town, or any town, provided she got picked up every time in a car doing from sixty-five to seventy miles an hour?” She furrowed her brow and laughed. “I don't know. What difference does it make?” “Oh, no difference.” I managed to say. “It's just a crazy idea I had sitting here.” She smiled at me. “ just imagine spending your time thinkin' of things like that.” “What would you do instead?” I asked. “What would I do? If I was a good-lookin' guy like yourself? Why, I'd just enjoy myself, every minute of the time. I'd sit back and - and relax. And if I saw a good-lookin' girl along the side of the road-- Hey! Look out!” She shrieked as i cranked the wheel to the right and the truck veered to the side of the road then back onto the pavement. “Did you see him, too?” I implored. “See who?” She said concern and fear creeping into her face. “That man, standing beside the barbed-wire fence.” “What? I didn't see - anybody. It was nothin' but a bunch of cows and - and the wire fence. What'd you think you were doin'? Tryin' to run into the barbed-wire fence?” She cried out.
I was beyond control now. I began to rant uncontrollably. “There was a man there, I tell you! A thin, gray man with an overnight bag in his hand.” I slowed down, and deliberately said. And I was trying to run him down.” “You mean - kill him?” She screamed?” She began fumbling with the door. “How does this door work?! I - I'm gettin' outta here!” I stopped the truck and tried to console her, realizing what I’d done. “Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't-- I - I don't know what came over me. Please, don't go!” She snatched her suitcase and jumped out before I could do anything.
She ran from me ... as though - I were a monster.
A few minutes later, I saw another truck pick her up.
I knew then that I was - utterly alone.

I was in the heart of the great Texas prairies. There wasn't a car on the road after the truck went by. Tried to figure out what to do, how to get a hold of myself.
If I could find a place to rest or even if I could sleep right here in the truck for a few hours along the side of the road ...
I was getting my overcoat out of my luggage to use as a pillow, when - I saw him coming toward me - emerging from the herd of moving cattle.
Frantically I started up the truck and sped away as fast as I could.
Maybe I should have spoken to him then. Fought it out, then and there, for now he began to be everywhere. Wherever I stopped, even for a moment - for fuel, for oil, for a drink of pop, a cup of coffee, sandwich - he was there!
I saw him standing outside the auto camp in Amarillo that night when I dared to slow down. He was sitting near the drinking fountain of a little camping spot just inside the border of New Mexico. He was waiting for me outside the Navajo reservation where I stopped to check my tires. I saw him in Albuquerque when I bought twenty gallons of diesel. I was afraid to stop now. I began to drive faster and faster. I was in a lunar landscape now -- the great, arid mesa country of New Mexico. I drove through it with the indifference of a fly crawling over the face of the moon.
Now he didn't even wait for me to stop! Unless I drove at eighty-five miles an hour over those endless roads, he waited for me at every other mile. I'd see his figure, shadowless, flitting before me, still in its same attitude, over the cold, lifeless ground -- flitting over dried up rivers, over broken stones cast up by old glacial upheavals -- flitting in that pure, cloudless air.
I was beside myself when I finally reached Gallup, New Mexico, this morning. There's an auto camp here -- cold, almost deserted, this time of year.

I went inside and asked if there was a telephone. I had the feeling that if only I could speak to someone familiar, someone I loved, I could pull myself together. I slipped in the coins and waited for the operator, when she finally came over the speaker. “Your call, please?”
“Long distance.” I managed to croak. She responded politely. “Long distance? Certainly.” “I'd like - I'd like to put in a call to my home to Brooklyn, New York. I'm Ronald Adams. Um, the number is Beechwood two-oh-eight-two-eight.”
I said.
“Certainly sir. I'll try to get it for you.” I'd read somewhere that love could banish demons, and right now the only person I loved in the world that might be able to help me was half a continent away. It was in the middle of the morning. I knew Amanda would be home. I pictured her, tall and blonde haired, in her crisp house-dress, going about her tasks. It'd be enough, I thought, just to hear the even calmness of her voice. I was daydreaming about just being with her again when the voice of the operator came over the line. “Ready with Brooklyn. Go ahead, please.”
“Hel-Hello, Honey it’s me.” I gasped

A voice I’d never heard before came back. “Mrs. Adams' residence.” “Hello? Hello, Amanda?” “This is Mrs. Adams' residence. Who is it you wish to speak to, please?” Astonished and annoyed, I insisted. “Wha--? Who's this?”
“This is Mrs. Whinney sir, I’ve already told you.” “Mrs. Whinney? I - I don't know any Mrs. Whinney. Is this Beechwood two-oh-eight-two-eight?” “Yes.” She said. “W-w-where's Amanda Adams? Where's Mrs. Adams?” “Mrs. Adams is not at home. She's still in the hospital. Who is this calling, please? Is it a member of the family?” Mortal terror gripped me as never before. “What's she in the hospital for? Is she alright?!” The woman continued. “She's been prostrated for five days. Nervous breakdown you know, Its all taken place since the death of her husband, Ronald.

I can’t describe exactly how I felt at that moment, whether it was fear or anger or concern for my wife that was behind it all. “What's this? What number is this?” I asked. My mouth bone dry, body trembling. “This is Beechwood two-oh-eight-two-eight. It's all been very sudden. He was killed just six days ago - in an automobile accident on the Brooklyn Bridge.”

And so - so I'm sitting here in this deserted auto camp in - Gallup, New Mexico.
I'm trying to think.
Trying to get hold of myself.
Otherwise, I - I'm going to go crazy.
Outside, it's night.
The vast, soulless night of New Mexico. A million stars are in the sky. Ahead of me stretch a thousand miles of empty mesa -- mountains, prairies, desert. Somewhere among them, he's waiting for me. Somewhere I shall know - who he is - and who I am.

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Bennisia Here, Bennisia There, Bennisia Out

Bennisia. First Foreign Minister, then ex Foreign Minister, then Foreign Minister again, then non-citizen. How did this happen? During the last Ministrial Elections, they ran for Minister of Foreign Affairs and won; due to a lack of other candidates for the position. Then 3 days after being elected, they resigned. The next day, they wrote a lengthy note on the forums expressing how they regretted their resignation and wishes to be reinstated. Prime Minister Dunkar denied their request to be reinstated and ended up holding a special election for the position. In that election, out of the two candidates Bennisia was reelected and this time promised not to resign from the position. Once elected, they started out by doing all the usual things for their position, such as appointing deputies and constructing a small number of new embassies. They then asked Dunkar if they could be Deputy Prime Minister as there wasn't one at the time. Dunkar rejected, mainly believing there was no need for a Deputy Prime Minister. That's when Bennisia's enemity toward certain members of the Cabinet began. They first started showing anger toward Dunkar for two reasons. First, Dunkar hadn't granted his request to regain his position as Foreign Minister after resigning, and secondly Dunkar had decided not to appoint him as Deputy Prime Minister. Shortly after this (and in a separate turn of events), he began asking Renegalle about changing the whole governance system in Force into a Parliamentary System. After considering many options, Renegalle denied this and said if he wanted to get this passed he could always draft a bill for it and bring it to vote. Bennisia did do this, but it ended up being too unpopular with members of the region to bring to vote. His and the rest of the Cabinet's frustration due to all of this could be sensed and there were growing concerns he may become a threat to the region. Amidst all this, a message from The Rejected Realms was sent to both Emperor Renegalle and Prime Minister Dunkar. In this message, it was disclosed that Bennisia (at the time the Ambassador to The Rejected Realms) had been kicked from their Discord Server for recruiting and doing other things in violation of their rules. With no other choice, Bennisia was dismissed as Ambassador and thus these concerns grew. Finally, it all came down to something bigger than had ever been imagined. On the day before the Prime Minister elections begun, private sources disclosed to the Prime Minister & the Emperor that Bennisia was attempting to rig the elections and make himself come out as the victor. This being in violation of the Constitution of Force; Emperor Renegalle immediately charged Bennisia with attempted Election Fraud; removing him as a Minister, denying him from voting for a year, and denying him from running for office for two years. Not much later, the Cabinet held a vote which unanimously decided to strip Bennisia of their citizenship and ban them from the region. Bennisia, waking up to find this, immediately began contacting all members of the Cabinet and requesting that they restore his citizenship and calling the election fraud allegations lies even though they had been proven through numerous pieces of evidence which were confirmed by actually visiting the Discord Server in which they came from. This draws a striking similarity to another case; the one of the former Liberalus Evilus. Regardless, such a crazy narrative events is sure to be remembered in this region for a long time.

Colony Holds First Election

The first colony of Force, The New Kingdom, has just held elections for it's leadership body - The Round Table. Of the 3 candidates who ran, 2 were elected. These were Ingloniania and Czech Yugoslavia, receiving 100% of the vote, while the other candidate, Katamoko, didn't receive any votes. With this election taking place, The New Kingdom is finally able to come up with its own laws, practices, and decisions different from Force. Although it is still under executive control by Force, it is granted the right to operate freely as long as it complies with Force law. This, being the first election to take place in one of our colonies is a big step for Force which we hope shall lead to many more fair elections in the future.

Constitution to Receive Major Changes

For the past few months; Renegalle, Dunkar, Libertatis Regalis, Western Chosetus, and others have been working on major Constitutional changes that would dramatically change the way Force works. Among these things, it creates a list of rights guaranteed to citizens, defines what a citizen actually is and how they receive citizenship, creates a Ministry of Communications to manage production of this publication, shortens the length of elections, and changes the role of the Ministry of the Military to one of defense in general, including intelligence. With these changes, it is hoped that Force will operate more efficiently and fairly than ever before and ensure that the law is more defined so that prosecution can happen in a more accurate way.


Total Population: 225
Force Population: 152
The New Kingdom Population: 40
Heart Population: 33

Total WA Members: 46
Force WA Members: 36
The New Kingdom WA Members: 6
Heart WA Members: 4

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The next issue of Hell's Bells is hot off the demonic presses!!! Issue XXX. Lazarus

Featuring an interview with Imkiville, check it out!

Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

May 28th, 2018
Issue XXX. LinkLazarus

I. Imkiville Interview
II. Spotlight News
-The Avengers
III. Ask Fredd!
IV. An Imaginary Take on Lazarus
V. Artwork of the Damned
- The Gods: A TSP Musical
VI. Lazarus Flag Designs

Imkiville Interview
Interviewed by, The Stalker

1. Welcome Imkiville, well known resident of the Game Created Regions, where did you get your start, what is the origin story of Imkiville?

Ahoy there, thanks for having me!

My very first nation was Imkitopia, founded in the South Pacific, around two years ago. Originally I was interested in nothing more than making my imaginary little island nation so I could take part in the roleplay and make graphics for it but as I got more involved in the game I wanted to be a part of the regional community around me and make my own voice heard. As time went on and I met more folk from other regions I wanted to branch out and see more of these other communities as well which led to me making several puppet nations, including Imkiville, to check out these other places and meet more people. I currently have an Imki puppet in every GCR (all with matching flags!). I think Imkiville was created for the UCR, the Kingdom of Alexandria, to begin with before winding up in Lazarus and remaining there since. I've mostly become known around the GCR's for my graphics, having done various work for most of them over time, but I have also been known for my involvement in the South Pacific’s constitutional crisis in 2016 when I was Hileville’s vice delegate, reviving the South Pacific Special Forces in 2017 and most recently for becoming notorious for ruining this year’s NationStates World Fair by simply being there. Chaos seemingly follows me, I manage to find mischief everywhere, but really I just enjoy socialising, having a good time and drawing cool things.

2. Some are calling you the savior of Lazarus, tell us, how did you do it? How did you get into the position to free Lazarus from the wolves? What was your relationship with Lone Wolves Untied? Why did you do it?

Saviour is far too generous a name for me, I'm no saviour, I definitely don't feel like one. I was in Lazarus anyway when Funkadelia ‘seized’ the region. Already on friendly terms with Funk, Lamb, Wolf and Co. I offered to help them with graphics (legitimate or not, you gotta look good!) and since I wasn't doing much else at the time decided to tag along for the rest of the ride. I never intended to ‘free’ Lazarus from the start, my motives were far less noble.. I thought it would be fun and I enjoy a laugh. I'm not a member of LWU (although I was very briefly, l struggled to make updates and resigned after failing to join them for anything.) but I'd done other graphics work and enjoyed hanging out with them so thought, why not?

I helped out with the Undead revamp and was asked if I wanted to do more, started endotarting to boost my endorsements and became a regional officer for them. Funk and Lamb worked hard to make their vision for Lazarus work and I half assedly contributed when I could but my heart wasn't really in it. After the Dominion rebrand I again helped with graphics and continued supporting as an RO but I was beginning to think it was rather futile and I believe the feeling was becoming mutual even among the internal group. I woke up one day to the Wolfist theme next and was told it was just a joke to rile people up which was fine with me, I was becoming a bit bored anyway, so I again went along with it but then it became serious again, with attempts to have Wolfism be taken as the legitimate government of Lazarus and I finally felt the joke had gone too far and decided it was time to do something about it. By this time Wolf had just taken the delegacy after Lamb had resigned but I had more or less already made up my mind to have a little fun of my own.

Ejecting Wolf at minor update I took the delegacy, quickly overturned all the prior placed bans and giving the place an anarchist/warzone theme, partly as a social experiment, partly to symbolise the end of all that had come before but mostly because I thought it was funny as hell. For a week I ran the region as a warzone, undoing all bans after 24 hours and keeping most in the dark about my true intentions. While most freaked out about the anarchy I worked with several great folks behind the scenes and the peacekeepers and council of natives was worked out. I won't kiss and tell but those folks were a great help, they know who they are and I couldn't have done it without them! See, in the end, despite all my shenanigans, I want the same thing everyone else does. A stable, independent Lazarus that can support and run itself. I hope for the best from the con-con underway at the moment and that Lazarus doesn't have to see any more anarchy any time soon.

3. As someone who resides in all the Game Created Regions, which region do you consider your homeland? Do you have a favorite region?

I don't really have a homeland any more. For a long time it was TSP but I haven't quite felt at home there for a while now. I have become rather fond of Lazarus which was why I could no longer sit back and let it be a total joke and I guess I do think of it as home now but I love hanging out with most of the GCRs. It's really is so tricky to pick a favourite! The other sinkers have both been great to me and I've enjoyed hanging out with both Osiris and Balder but think as I have been particularly loving my time there lately I'll have to say the West Pacific is my top favourite at the moment.

4. You are now hosting a Constitutional Convention in Lazarus, tell us about that. What are your hopes for the Con-Con? Who are being allowed to participate? How long will the Convention go for?

My hope with the con-con is that Lazarus will get a chance to rebuild itself, so it can be run how the natives want to run it themselves. I have tried to stay mostly hands off with this process, instead leaving it to my fellows on the council of natives, trusted long term natives; Harmoneia, New Rogernomics, Loftegen, Amerion, Aumelodia and Altmoras, to organise and run the con-con but I have been keeping a watchful eye over proceedings. The hopeful end of con-con is looking to be the start of June currently although things are subject to change so a hard deadline is hard to give. Nobody wants Lazarus in its current state of nothingness for long but at the same time, we do not want to rush anything. Rome wasn't built in a day… I hope the con-con results in a strong constitution for Laz that will last longer than its predecessors.

5. What do you see for Lazarus’s future? Do you plan to continue to play a role in Lazarus after the convention?

I wouldn't want to hazard a guess at Lazarus’ future, I hope the con-con will generate a government that can stand the test of time and blossom into a vibrant and thriving community but who really knows how these things will turn out in the long run. Lazarus is the only GCR I've been actually active in beyond socialising and graphics in for a while now and I have a personal interest in seeing how things turn out considering I set them in motion so I'll definitely be hanging around. I have offered hosting for forums should it be required and agreed to be the custodian of the delegacy for as long as necessary but beyond that, how much of a role I play in the new government is still to be seen. I’m not particularly a political person, I've always said I'm an artist first, and I hope future Lazarus doesn't need me, but if the region wish me to stay and do more, I will. I'll also be keeping an eye out incase things don't turn out so well and I have to dust off the good old Warzone Lazarus flag, it was pretty fun being Anarqueen~.

6. If you sold me, Cough I mean if you sold your soul to the devil, what would you ask for?

Forgiveness for taking so damn long to answer your interview questions? >.> Haha, I'm not really sure, I'm a simple gal with simple pleasures. I'm not sure there's anything much I want in NationStates at the moment other than to be able to keep doing what I love! Offline I have always wanted my very own unicorn… I'm not sure my grubby little soul is worth much though. ;P

Spotlight News
Compiled by, The Stalker

The Avengers

There came a day unlike any other, when earth's mightiest heroes were united against a common threat!
On that day the Avengers were born! To fight the foes no single hero could withstand!

Avengers Assemble!

The homeland of Marvel fans, and the place to discuss marvel whether it be the comics or movies! The Avengers are the Heroes of NationStates, a free formed organization. Every official Avenger is an independent Hero able to create and lead Avengers activities, lead their own Avenger subdivision, and defend NationStates from evil.

If we can’t protect the Earth, you can be damn sure we’ll avenge it.
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Ask Fredd!
Advice Column by, Freddland

Dear Fredd,

What's this whole Xian thing with resurrection? What IS resurrection? If one dies and is REALLY dead and there is no undying soul, etc., then the resurrected you is not YOU in any meaningful sense, n'est-ce pas? Have you ever been resurrected? started your own religion? gotten sober? ummmm, gone to Vacation Bible School?

Your #1 Fan,


Damn. So many questions before I've had my first mason jar of scotch. Let's see.
I never bought into the resurrection thing. Once your dead, your dead. And despite souls being the main currency here in Hell, that concept seemed a little sketch to me too. While not ever having been TECHNICALLY resurrected myself, I have been dead drunk, dead tired and dead to the world, and come back from that. I have started my own religion, but was shut down by pressure from the IRS, the DEA and the ATF. I try to avoid sobriety as much as possible. I tried it once and it was so hideous I vowed to never go back there again. Believe it or not, a buddy of mine took me to vacation bible school once when i was about 7 or 8. Some ghastly southern baptist thing. They had a contest where you had to come up with something from the bible one after another without repeating anything that was said before. They would have been pissed if they knew that an atheist came in 2nd or 3rd out of 50. Know thine enemy.


Dear Fred,
Do you like memes?
How about the DMA?
Nuclear Wastelands

Wasted Nuke,
Yeah, I like memes. Crying Jordan is one of my faves. As far as the DMA goes, everytime I'm in Dallas, I go visit the DMA. Their Art of the Americas collection is very good and quite extensive.


Hi Fredd,
How does one pick up hot demon succubi in hell?

They're not very heavy. I can usually pick up one in each arm. Remember the oven mitt. They can be toasty.

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An Imaginary Take on Lazarus
Article by, Your Imaginary Friend

Lazarus has a complicated history. Governments have been couped and reestablished, built up only to be left behind by the next wielder of power. This long-term instability has led to very interesting community dynamics.

I joined Lazarus in late 2017, bored with my former RP region and intrigued by news of some coup/rebellion happening in the region. I applied for citizenship in The Undead Union under Funk. Many others had joined the region during the coup, looking for excitement like me or perhaps hoping to gain easy power, and members of the former government (Celestial Union) also added to the clamor with their cries to restore the old order. I jubilantly immersed myself in this flurry of activity, but in the following months Lazarus grew inactive. Those who had come for the lols returned to their own communities and power-grabbers realized Funk was not going to just hand them the delegacy. Many dedicated Lazarenes who had previously made up the region's community had spoken out during Funk's establishment of The Undead Dominion but were now forced out of Laz and had given up on returning to their homeland. This tear in the region's core community led Lazarus into stagnation.

Of course, there were still some people actively participating in the new Lazarus. These were generally either people new to the region who were looking for something to do, natives who didn't openly oppose the new regime, and Funkadelia and his close supporters. One might expect a new community to have grown in the place of the old, as these three groups connected with each other over time. This did happen to some degree, but to a very small degree.

Funkadelia and his government, since they had angered so many natives, tended to view every new person as an infiltrator or subversive for the Celestial Union. New people trying to get involved (like me) were immediately under suspicion of trying to gain political influence and steal control of the region from Funk, so he and his friends were wary in allotting responsibilities to those they did not know personally. This, while probably an intelligent discrimination on their part, led to fewer people becoming involved in Lazarene politics and thus really developing a regional community. Also many of the natives who were (at least on the surface) okay with The Undead Union were either not interested in regional politics or just didn't want to get kicked out. These did not often care to get involved in TUD or its resulting government and community.

Imki's rise to power brought drastic changes to this muddly situation. Suddenly all the drama queens and power-grabbers from the last power shift were back, along with an array of loyalists to Lazarus' various former governments who were looking to reinstate their groups. What Lazarene community had accumulated under The Undead Dominion and Khanate scattered at this point among newly created factions, or disappeared completely with the regimes they had supported.

I'm not going to discuss the community dynamics during Warzone Lazarus week very much. Suffice to say it was chaos: groups deciding issues they had no power to influence and arguing over past mistakes that had long been paid for.

However, Lazarus now is very interesting. The mad confusion has ceased substantially, although Laz is still a point of interest judging by the number of entirely unaffiliated visitors to our discord. Obviously the region has not entirely settled its social stratas and community, but the patterns appearing are rather intriguing to me. At the moment, government organizational decisions are made by a group of councilors. From what I have gathered, all of these individuals have been influential members of Lazarus before and most are also involved in other game-created regions' governments. I expect having this experienced core of leadership that is respected by other powerful regions and has a wide scope of vision on the NS world will help the new Lazarene government to be established securely and appropriately.

As an observer of their procedures thus far, I am impressed by the council's cautious, but I think reasonable, approach towards constitution building. Instead of immediately deciding on a constitution, time is being given to make sure all thoughts can be given and considered. The discussion is not open to all, but even former members of The Undead Dominion or Khanate who wish to continue their involvement in Lazarus have been included (like me :P). I hope this more expansive policy will result in a more diverse community and not be a safety hazard!

Artwork of the Damned
"The Gods: A TSP Musical"
Musical by, Auphelia

Act One

One stormy night TSP, thunder booms, making Aumeltopia cry in fear ("The Storm"). To comfort her, her mother, Land Without Shrimp tells her the story of Si-topia, a citizen who falls in love with a government official, Midand, while they both lean against the trunk of a large tree whose leaves protect them from the storm. In this story, four gods (Auphelia, Mother of the Earth; Erinor, Father of the Ocean; Escade, Goddess of Love; and Tilipria, God of Death) rule the Southern Pacific where poor peasants worship them and rich government officials scoff at their legends ("The Gods and The Men"). The peasants live on one side of the Southern Pacific, and the government officials live on the other side. One day, Erinor unleashes a terrible storm upon the island, which in turn causes a disastrous flood, wiping out many villages and killing many villages. However, Auphelia has mercy and saves the life of a little orphan named Si-topia by placing her in a tree above the flood's waves ("Mother Loves You"). She is found and adopted by the peasants Quiescent and The navian islands ("This Little Girl").

Years afterwards, a grown-up Si-topia prays to the gods to let her know her purpose, and to let her be like the powerful government officials that occasionally pass near her village ("Waiting For The Future"). Hearing her plea, the gods laugh at her, Auphelia explaining to the other gods how much she has already given the girl ("Too Much is Not Enough"). However, Escade says that she will give the girl the power of love, proclaiming it to be the most powerful of the elements. Offended, Erinor and Auphelia leave in anger, grumbling to each other, while Tilipria proposes a bet to Escade to prove which is stronger: love or death. They get Auphelia and Erinor to come back and the gods devise a plan to see who will win, with Auphelia and Erinor as judges and facilitators of the bet. Each god will be allowed to give Si-topia one gift in this competition, to be used however they see fit. Erinor arranges for the ship of Midand, a young government official, to crash during a storm so that Si-topia may meet him and heal him ("It Begins"). Despite the objections of the other peasants including her own parents, Si-topia helps the rich man recover ("Healing"). Si-topia falls in love with the stranger and as she cares for the unconscious man, she imagines he loves her too. When Tilipria comes to take Midand's life, Si-topia cries out and blocks the arm of Tilipria, offering her life in exchange for Midand's so that he will not die ("I Will Be Yours"). Tilipria is angry that Escade has won this first round but, hinting he will return – sooner or later, as her life now belongs to him ("You Will Be Mine"). The gods meet, with Auphelia and Erinor both deciding to award a point to Escade. Tilipria storms off and soon Erinor and Escade leave as well, chatting, as Auphelia begins to sing, wondering why her children have to be so divided ("The Gods and The Men, Reprise").

Tired of his daughter always fawning over the unconscious Government Official man, The Navian Islands travels to the other side of the Southern Pacific to seek Midand's family. When he returns, he brings with him the story of Midand's people: many generations ago, an Aristocrat from Hell named The Stalker colonised the Pacific. Although The Stalker had a wife, he had affairs with several natives, one of which bore him a son, named Tim Stark. When Tim grew up, war broke out between the peasants and the Hell colonisers. The peasants won the war with Tim's help, but before leaving the Pacific, The Stalker curses Tim and his descendants saying their Pacifican blood will always run with the salt of the sea, and as long as it does they will forever be banished from Hell. To this day the curse causes grief to the Pacific Government Officials, who are almost all distantly related to Tim ("The Poor Rich"). The Government takes Midand back to his home, while he is still unconscious. Si-topia is tearfully separated from Midand and tells her parents that she will go after Midand to marry him. Her parents refuse, and after several escape attempts they lock her in a tower, insistent that she will soon come to her senses. Inconsolable, Si-topia refuses to let anything get in her way, and if she cannot be with Midand then she will gladly embrace death, repaying the debt she owes ("Moonlight Promise"). Tilipria arrives at the bottom of the tower and reaches for her as she jumps from a distance that should kill her, but Auphelia, nearby, shoots a palm tree from the earth and catches Si-topia, gently resting herself on the ground. Unaware of the gods, Si-topia realises she is free and quickly leaves before her parents find that she had escaped ("On The Run"). When Tilipria angrily confronts Auphelia and demands to know why she used her gift on this, she explains that if Si-topia were to have died then no one would have won, as she would have died for love. Tilipria grumbles, but reluctantly realises she is right and agrees not to tell the gods what Auphelia did. They disappear into the night as Si-topia leaves to find the capitol, where the Government resides and she will be able to find Midand.

During her travels, she encounters the goddess Auphelia who tells her not to fear as the Earth will give her everything she needs on her journey to Midand, as long as she is prudent and knows where to look ("Land of Plenty"). Si-topia travels across the Pacific ("Journey For Love"). A montage of her trials along the difficult journey to the capital, until she eventually make it through the gates of the city and finds Midand's house ("Journey For Love, Reprise"). Midand, still ill and unable to walk, does not remember her but believes her after she describes the scar on his chest. As they stay together, Escade gives them the gift of love, using her turn ("A Gift of Love"). Over the next few days Midand and Si-topia fall in love. Midand ignores the gossiping of the government officials ("Scandalous") over the unlikely relationship of a government official and a poor peasant. Midand loves how Si-topia is so different from the rich girls in his life, but Si-topia begins to wonder if he only loves her because she is a new and shiny object to him, and if he will cast her aside for the next big thing ("Spark").

Several months later, there is a large government ball held in the capitol building, with all of the government officials attending ("The Ball"). During the ball Midand and Si-topia have a good time, laughing and dancing, but suddenly a new girl comes in, Land Without Shrimp ("New Girl"). Midand and Si-topia continue to dance, but Si-topia notices his gaze begin to waver ("It's Happening"). At the end of the ball, for the final dance, LWS walks up to Midand and asks for his hand. Agreeing, Midand leaves Si-topia behind and goes to be with LWS, leaving Si-topia alone and humiliated ("It Happened"). She flees from the ball, mortified, and looks what she has become: a rich girl who has forgotten where she came from ("Who Am I?"). She weeps bitterly on the steps of the capitol, wishing she could go back and let Midand die back in her village, not having to know this heartbreak. Tilipria reappears and reminds Si-topia of her promise to exchange her life for Midand's – but says she can revoke the bargain if she kills Midand ("You Will Be Mine, Reprise"). The God of Death gives Si-topia a dagger that will harvest Midand's soul with a touch ("A Gift of Death"). Si-topia, crazy with bitterness and hate, enters Midand's room with the dagger, plunging it into his heart and killing him. Even as she does the deed she feels bitter remorse and cries over his dead body, her salty tears falling onto him. Taking pity on her, Erinor uses her tears to heal Midand, bringing him back to life ("A Gift of Water"). Midand, seeing the knife but not remembering he was killed, has Si-topia arrested for attempted murder.

In her prison cell in the centre of the Pacific, Si-topia reflects on what has brought her here, and wonders how her life came to be like this, going down the road it has. Her door opens and standing in the doorway is Midand, who has come to say goodbye. Si-topia has been found guilty and is set to hang for her crimes. He tells her that he is sorry, and he never meant to hurt her ("Apology"). Then he leads her to the execution field. On the field a crowd jeers at her, anticipating her hanging. Four figures stand to the side, silent. One is in robes of green, one in blue, one in red, and one in black. No one seems to notice them but Si-topia, who laments for her lost life ("Lamentation of a Girl"). As the noose is fitted around her throat she realises the figures on the sidelines are the gods, and cries out for them to save her. As the stool is kicked out from under he the figure in green raises her hands, and the rope snaps, letting Si-topia fall onto the ground. It is too late however, and she is quickly dying, confirmed by the figure in black, Tilipria. The figure in green, Auphelia, begins to sing and slowly Si-topia goes still, turning into a tree to end her suffering ("A Gift of Earth"). The other gods watch on in silence as the Earth Goddess works her magic, and Si-topia grows into a large tree, her trunk strong and her branches healthy. The gods stay for a moment and sing to her, blessing her and expressing remorse at how they treated her life like it didn't matter, before leaving the scene with the crowd. The stage goes dark, and a storm begins. The lights go up again and the storm breaks, revealing Land Without Shrimp and Aumeltopia where they were at the beginning of the story. The storm is over, and so is the story. LSW stands up to leave and Aumeltopia stands as well, but LSW tells her daughter to stay. Aumeltopia asks why, and LSW reveals that Aumeltopia is actually the daughter of Si-topia, having been born from the tree several months after it was created. When Aumeltopia asks why it matters, Tilipria appears, and LSW walks off, leaving the girl with the god. The God of Death tells Aumeltopia that her mother never kept her promise, not having killed Midand and not dying herself as she is a tree, and explains that now Aumeltopia will have to pay the price. Aumeltopia tries to run but the God just laughs and throws out his hand, killing the girl instantly as she falls into a tangle of roots by the trunk of the tree. He too leaves, and the stage goes dark, the little girl cradled in the roots of her mother.

Lazarus Flag Designs
Flags by, Imkiville, Ikania, and The Church of Satan

Imkiville Flags'

Fire phoenix symbol I originally made for anarchy week but thought it was a little too... I dunno, good? To set the tone so made the anarchy one to use instead. :P Harm and the other councillors liked it so it got thrown up in the interim.

Ikania Flags'

Here's the design most people seemed to like over anything. I took inspiration from our traditional Phoenix iconography, a hint of Japanese influence and decided to embrace green as our color.

I also made this one, several months back. It would be more fitting for a return to our previous Chinese-Oriental theme, although the Greek style outlines of the flag leave room for creativity, in my opinion.

And lastly, I made this years back, long before any of the current things were happening, as an option for a possibly Japanese-themed Lazarus, or Japazarus. I think there may be too many negative associations with the red stripes and the rising sun to be used as an official regional flag, but I always liked it.

The Church of Satan Flags'

First of all, every flag I design is loaded with symbolism. The first theme that was suggested was a Mayan theme. This is the first flag I designed for the new Lazarus government. In Mayan culture the color red is symbolic of rebirth. At the same time the black is symbolic of death. Not only are both of these descriptive of the purpose for which Lazarus was created but they are also representative of the fact that our government was born from the ashes of the inactive government Lazarus has had over the last year since the initial coup. In this instance the Mayan calendar is meant to be symbolic of a long and stable government that will hopefully last as long as that of our allies over in The Rejected Realms. The Mayan borders going in a cross-pattern just make the whole design work.

With this flag the theme is “freedom from oppression.” I wasn’t quite prepared to go back to the phoenix symbolism just yet since it’s been used for so many Lazarene governments before us. As a result I decided to take a Native American approach for this design. In Native American culture the eagle symbolizes freedom. Yellow symbolizes intellect and determination. Blue symbolizes wisdom and determination. Finally, the green symbolizes endurance, as I'm sure we all hope it will endure. The broken arrow symbolizes peace. The overall design is admittedly simple.

A Celtic theme garnered a lot of popularity in discussion. Now initially I’d made this flag with a blue background however popular criticism saw a preference for white. It does look nice though I personally like the blue background better. This still works! In Celtic culture white represents, among other things, potential. The potential I know this next government will have to create a bright future for the region. The trinity knot, also called the triquetra, according to the Celts is representative of (among many things) the three domains: earth, sky and sea. The green represents the healing and growth Lazarus will experience over the next year. The gold just looks nice.

This particular flag was made by McChimp with a Celtic theme in mind so I can’t speak to the symbolism for it aside from the trinity knot.

This flag was made with an east asian theme in mind. The initial suggestions when this theme came up in discussion were the jade background and the dragon. Having the dragon encased in a circle was specifically asked to be excluded so I thought it’d look nice within the taoist Ba Gua. In Chinese culture the dragon represents power, strength and luck. It was met with moderate support.

The phoenix theme however remains popular among Lazarenes so I was left with no choice but to design this flag. This one was a collaboration between New Rogernomics, Wintermoot and myself. For the first design I’d made it with a black background and the phoenix was encased within the circle. Wintermoot suggested that the phoenix be bursting gloriously out of the circle. After experimenting with numerous colors for the background a light grey led us to the steely blue background it has now. New Rogernomics did an excellent job of cleaning up the circular border and the phoenix. Now I was unaware when I made the first version of the flag but that phoenix apparently comes from My Little Pony. How in the world is that a pony!? Before that knowledge was revealed this flag was undoubtedly considered by all to be our best proposed flag. Once that knowledge came to the surface a lot of people flocked away from it for fear that it would attract bronies but I maintain that it is our best flag and would still vote for it above all others as our regional flag. It was a lot of fun working with New Rogernomics and Wintermoot on this flag.

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