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Governor: The Kingdom of Coridge

WA Delegate (non-executive): The Technocratic Federation of Lycantine (elected )

Founder: The Kingdom of Coridge

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Welcome to Anegana!

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Anegana is a beautiful region, home to few. We are a welcoming people and everyone is accepted with open arms!

Anegana was formed as a result of a fracturing region, one that sent dozens away until they found new homes, this is one such home, a home for all!

Anegana is protected by the space fleets of Lycantine,
the military leadership of Apolliyon,
the never-ending legions of knights from Coridge,
and the power of its citizens.

Anegana stands as a cauldron of ideological views, political systems, and economic policies.



Embassies: Merciam, Dispatchia, Gypsy Lands, Guinea Kiribati, Pawnsilvania, Central Africa, Paiative, Mitteleuropa, Chicken overlords, My Little Pony Equestria, Friendly Pacifists, Astral Sea, Beating Brian Up Gang, Changuu, the Obsidian Highlands, Yoyleland, and 11 others.Pussy, The Outer Rim, Island of Weilssen, Elle 11, Lewisham, The Levant, Vulture of War, Neonian Empire, Emu Timeline Oceania, Aura, and Chronicles.

Construction of embassies with Lumin has commenced. Completion expected .

Tags: Anti-Communist, Anti-Fascist, Casual, Cyberpunk, Egalitarian, FT: STL, Free Trade, Future Tech, Independent, Isolationist, Medium, Outer Space, and 2 others.Post-Modern Tech, and Quarantined.

Anegana contains 17 nations, the 1,240th most in the world.

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The Fattest Citizens in Anegana

World Census takers tracked the sale of Cheetos and Twinkies to ascertain which nations most enjoyed the "kind bud."

As a region, Anegana is ranked 25,045th in the world for Fattest Citizens.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Federation of Terra LuxuriaeCompulsory Consumerist State“Desire is the key.”
2.The Queendom of LA GRAN SOLARIAMoralistic Democracy“Magia en nuestras raíces, fuerza en nuestra unión”
3.The United States of Pender and SierraNew York Times Democracy“Strength through innovation”
4.The Empire of New YorkertonInoffensive Centrist Democracy“As above so below”
5.The Empire of JavieNew York Times Democracy“Strength Through Compliance”
6.The Empire of Naya BharataIron Fist Consumerists“Satyamev Vijayate”
7.The Colony of GajurksFather Knows Best State“For the Queen”
8.The Empire of Wiraced FerIron Fist Consumerists“You Can't Stop Progress”
9.The Forgotten Lands of ApolliyonPsychotic Dictatorship“Till my last breath I stand with my allies.”
10.The Republic of PerenseciaInoffensive Centrist Democracy“Freedom comes in belief”
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Enclave World Government wrote:I’ve obliterated them all for you anyway

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Lycantine wrote:Excellent

How’s the stories from lycantine going

Enclave World Government wrote:How’s the stories from lycantine going

Working on the main storyline rn. It's gonna be significantly longer than the previous seasons because it's going to involve a lot more nations that the previous seasons. I'm slowly working on it though

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Hello.

Pender and Sierra wrote:Hello.

heyo, how are you doing?

Welcome new nations! I am Lycantine, Prime Minisger of Anegana and the lad who controls the map. If any of you want to be a part of the regional map, please heart react this message. Thanks!

Alright, the first chapter is finished. Once I get a better signal, I'll upload it.

Alright, the first chapter is finished. Once I get a better signal, I'll upload it.

ALRIGHT. EVERYONE GO READ THIS CHAPTER
SFL3 IS HERE BABY.

Welcome back folks to Stories from Lycantine! Now that we're all well versed in Lycantine and its society (because you all read the previous two seasons right? Absolutely hahahahah), we can enter into a much... darker tale of Lycantine and Anegana as a whole.

This Season will be focusing on an alternate timeline, one where Lycantine and Coridge, the dual hyperpowers of Anegana, go to war with each other, destroying the planet in the process. One thing to note is this story is NOT CANON to the mainline Anegana RP and Lore, and is just an alternate Universe. As usual, new entries will be marked with red for fifteen days after its release. I hope you're as excited as I am for this new season!

"This is LNS Hermes, reporting to the closest Coridgean Command Centre. We are about to enter Coridgean Airspace. Acknowledge?"

High above the clouds of Coridge, near the Eastern Coast of Anegana's central continent, the massive city-sized trading and merchant vessel fleet of Lycantine prepares to enter Coridgean Airspace. Made up of numerous smaller floating vessels and a floating city that rivals the Atlas itself in splendor and magnitude, the Lycantinean Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet was the most impressive non-military technological marvel since the construction of the LNS Atlas or the colonization of Marcusburg. It represents what Lycantine has, and always will be: The economic powerhouse of Anegana, and its willingness to partner with others in the pursuit of technological progress and prosperity; an ideal that the fleet's one hundred and thirteen thousand personnel all hold dear within their hearts.

"This is LNS Hermes, once again hailing the nearest Coridgean Command Centre. Lycantinean Vessels, ourselves included, are entering your Airspace."

Despite the censorship and crackdown on all information outside of what the government of Coridge wants its people to know, the Pan-Terrestrial Fleet is incredibly popular to the citizenry of Coridge. Every time it soars above the clouds of its fortress cities, both the cadets and the elite look up with astonished fascination. They point and look at the marvel above them, cursing and praising Lycantine's wealth and power. Every time the Fleet flies above the Coridgean capital of Palaven, hundreds of individuals look up at the sky and point with bewilderment. Those lucky enough to be assigned in offloading and loading cargo onto the multitude of vessels speak of wonders that they cannot fathom. Ships the size of entire Coridgean hamlets and as broad as their fortress walls solely dedicated to transporting cargo and products from every nation on Anegana. Those who are even more fortunate to board the Hermes, the city-wide flagship of the trading Fleet, could not even describe the wonders their eyes were glued to. Highways within a ship and a cargo bay that could easily hold more than several of Coridge's largest capital ships. The sight is not only bizarre but beautiful. The Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet of Lycantine is truly one of the planet's biggest accomplishments. It was not just a ship, but a spirit built and maintained by the willing cooperation of its individual nation states.

"This is the LNS Hermes, reporting, once more, to the closest Coridgean Command Centre. The Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet is crossing into your Airspace. Acknowledge?"

There was still no response.

Unfortunately for the Hermes' captain, the Coridgean Missile Array that was used to protect the skies of Coridgean Airspace had just changed its radar systems with upgraded models. To add even more to the situation, the models were unable to differentiate between the frequencies released by a Lycantinean civilian and military vessel. On top of that, the battery Commander in charge of the sector had not been paying attention, instead falling asleep at his post.

"Captain, the Coridgean's still haven't responded. What are your orders?"

Captain Cain Beaver, tapping his chin, ponders his next move. This has happened before, as, usually, a local lord or a high ranking military officer would respond to Lycantinean hails. No regular soldiers, due to the aforementioned censorship, were allowed to communicate with Lycantinean Vessels of any kind. Despite the radio silence, there was an unspoken agreement of open borders with the Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet. Many times the Fleet has crossed into Coridgean Airspace despite no response to their hails, and everytime the local lord in charge of the sector they'd enter in would apologize before allowing them entry post-haste. However, today that would not be the case, and Captain Beaver would make a fatal mistake pressing forward.

"This has happened before. Maintain course to Palaven. I'm sure they'll hail us shortly after we cross the Airspace."

"Yes Captain!"

The Fleet continues its course, not realizing that they were about to kickstart a chain of events that would lead to a catastrophic outcome, and Arcapie itself won't be able to avoid the devastation this time around.

Captain Beaver checks his watch.
"Ah, 1400 Lyzantium Time. I guess it's time I take my break. First Mate, you're in charge while I'm gone."
The First Mate, sitting next to him, nods respectfully. "Of course Captain, take your time, you deserve it."
The Captain smiles and walks towards the door, the crew members of the bridge saluting him and waving as he exits. The doors to the bridge elevator open wide and he takes a step inside. When it finished its descent, it opens to a fortified glass hallway elevated above the main Superstructure of the ship. Below, he can see hundreds of vehicles like ants scurrying about. They haul an entire nation's economy across entire storage facilities the size of small towns. Captain Beaver smiles. He believes he is making a difference on this ship; eagerly facilitating the prosperous trade of the disperate nations of Anegana. He can feel a sense of pride and accomplishment in his job, yet simultaneously a sense of humility as he thinks about the significance of his position. As he ponders this deep thought, his wristband vibrates and flickers. He stops walking and taps it, and a hologram of his family back in the Lycantinean City of Auster appears.

"Hi dad!"
Captain Beaver smiles and playfully salutes.
"Hello Cindy."
The hologram flickers as her daughter comes through the screen; her eyes filled with admiration and longing for her father. Sitting behind her was her mother, and the captain's wife. She's folding her clothing and stacking them into neat piles.
"When will you be back darling?"
Captain Beaver takes a seat on one of the seats on the side of the glass hallway, positioning himself perfectly to see the view below.
"I'm not sure dear. The trip is quite long, and we did just leave Sakara. We're entering Coridgean Airspace right now, but Palaven is only our first stop. We still have to go to the Forge Bunker Network, Kansha City, Oak Ridge, and circle around to hit Generislavica before heading to The Den and Moon Spire. It's gonna be a long trip!"
His wife sighs, dissapointed at how long the trip will be. It's not often that they see their father and husband, but the Beaver Family thrives because of the Captain's eagerness to work, and they can't complain.

Captain Beaver takes a sip of the coffee be brought with him as he refocuses the camera to the ground below.
"Do you see this Cindy?"
His daughter cheers. "I do, I do! There's so many boxes... what are those moving dots below? Ants?"
The captain chuckles. "No those are forklifts, dear. Some of them are the size of our entire house! They're massive. They just look so small because we're so high up."
"Oh cool!" His daughter says. "Can you show me one up close?"
"Sure, just give me a few minutes and I'll call you back."
With those words, Captain Beaver hangs up and walks to the other end of the glass hallway. He enters another elevator, and it shoots him nearly two kilometers down towards the main storage complex of the Hermes. As the elevators open, he takes in the sight of hundreds of men who were sat down, each of them in command of one of the hundreds of storage facilities. They swipe and move their hands on their screens as they maneuver the tens of thousands of forklifts controlled by artificial intelligence into organizing the storage facilities for their pickup at Palaven. Captain Beaver approaches one of the men, clad in a blue suit and staring directly at his screen. He looks up momentarily and salutes the Captain.
"Ah, Captain. Pleasure to see you, you rarely come down to the main level. What brings you here today?"
Captain Beaver shakes the man's hand. "I'm actually here to ask for a favour. If you're not too busy, could you direct one of your forklifts here so I could show it to my daughter? She really wants to see one."
The man chuckles. "Funny enough, I have one that's idle. I'll bring it to the bay doors so you can have a look."
"Thank you kind sir." The Captain says. With that, he takes his wristband and calls his wife again. He starts walking towards the bay doors as his wrist vibrates, waiting for them to answer. Suddenly, a hologram once again pops up, and his family is there once more.

Cindy leaps up with excitement. "Where is it dad?!" Her loud voice echoes throughout the bay doors, causing those close to the captain to chuckle at her adorable enthusiasm. Captain Beaver points his wrist towards the bay doors as they open, directing his family's attention to them.
A gust of wind hits him as the titanic doors reveal a massive forklift, nearly six times the height of the captain. His daughter squeals with excitement at the technological marvel.

For the next few minutes, the captain walks around and shows his daughter the rooms and halls of the Hermes. He shows her the massive forklifts and trucks, as well as the bay doors that house the machines when they need to undergo maintenance. From the views of the clouds to even the machine that instantly materializes whatever food any crew member requests, Captain Beaver gives his daughter a tour of the LNS Hermes. His mind lost in the tour he gave his family, he soon finds himself at the end of his lunch break, and has to head back to the bridge.

"Aw... you have to go dad?" Cindy says, her voice filled with sadness.
Captain Beaver nods his head. "Yes dear, my break is over and I need to go back to work."
"Alright," his daughter says. "Make sure you bring me something cool from Coridge!"
"Sure," the captain says. "I won't forget."
His wife, who was silently listening the whole time, speaks up. "Stay safe there dear, you know Coridge is a different, foreign place."
The captain chuckles. "I know dear, I'll be sa-"

Suddenly, a loud explosion echoes throughout the ship as it shakes and creaks. Captain Beaver looks outside and sees a massive cloud of smoke. He turns to his wristband.
His daughter's voice was filled with panic. "Dad! What was that?!"
Captain Beaver shifts his focus onto his wristband, staring at it for a brief moment.
"I... I don't know. Don't worry, I'll call you back."
His wife, visibly distressed, can hardly muster a response.
"Wait! Don't just-"
But he already did. Captain Beaver hangs up his wristband and runs to the elevator. He shoots up to the bridge and barges in as the crew members on the bridge are panicking and scurrying about.

"Status report!"
The First Mate turns to him as Captain Beaver enters the bridge. "A missile fired at the fleet sir! Approximately 25 Megatons of TNT struck the LNS Capricorn, one of the larger trading vessels!"
The captain is taken aback. "Well? What's their status?"
The first mate sighs. "Lost with all hands sir."
A mix of horror and terror fill the faces of the Hermes' bridge crew as they realize what happened. Captain Beaver doesn't want to ask, but he does anyways.
"Where... where did the missile come from...?"
The first mate, calm, though on the inside is filled with panic, responds.

"It came from below, sire, as soon as we arrived on the Eastern coastline of Coridge."

Suddenly, once more, a series of explosions ring out as multiple flashes of light blast through the windows of the Hermes' bridge. Everyone realized it. The Coridgeans were firing on them.

Captain Cain Beaver grabs the communications and sends out a distress signal. With any luck, it'll reach the Lycantinean City of Sakara in time to send a rescue party. There was no saving the Hermes now, not since a missile directly struck the underside of the ship, causing it to rip open. The Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet is non military, and has no defenses of its own. Not a single shield generator is on any of the ships in the fleet, and though they have metres worth of armour on their hulls, they are but pieces of paper compared to Coridgean weapons.

"Evasive Maneuvers! Retreat to the closest friendly port immediately!"
The fleet responds quickly. The smaller trading Corvettes turn quickly and speed away. The larger trading cruisers, however, can do little as they slowly turn and get hit by missile after missile. One by one, the panicked screams over the communications channels grow fewer and fewer as the cruisers implode and crash to the surface below. The LNS Hermes creaks as it gets hit with another missile, causing a few of the crew members to go flying.

"Kingdom of Coridge! This is the Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet! Disengage! I repeat! Disengage! We have non-hostiles and civilians on board!"
However, there is no response. With dwindling time and altitude, Captain Beaver turns to the First Mate. "Organize the evacuation! Quickly!"
The first mate salutes. "Yes sir!"
But both of them know that there is no more time for an evacuation. The LNS Hermes creaks as the bridge looks in horror. Another missile has struck their portside, and soon they can see their ship bending in half. They all collectively scream as they see hundreds of both ai and biological individuals fly out of the holes on the ship. The ship groans one more time, before finally tilting down and begin its plummet from a terrifying height of seventeen thousand meters.

Captain Beaver grabs the wheel and starts to pull back, attempting to even out the ship to facilitate a controlled landing. However, the missiles have wreaked havoc on their systems, and all the ship responds with is the groan of bending steel. He watches as a hole is blasted into the bridge, causing the first mate to be sucked out, screaming, by the sudden change in air pressure. A stray piece of glass flies by his face, blinding one of his eyes. His eardrums are shattered from the numerous sounds filling his ears: the wind, the creaking of steel, the alarms on the ship's dashboard, and more. However, there is one noise that he couldn't drown out: the screams. The screams of his fellow crew members, both those still clinging to something on bridge or those still plummeting and screaming over the communications. He can't block it out, and soon he also joins the symphony of terrified people as their floating metal caskets begin to fall out of the sky.

As the green grass below finally becomes visible, Captain Beaver realizes there's nothing left he can do. He stares into the eyes of his fellow crew members, he looks outside and sees the pieces of flaming debris, and he watches as the grass gets closer and closer to his destroyed ship. As they approached the ground, he thinks of his wife. He think of his daughter. What were they going to do now that he was gone? What life will his daughter live without him? So many birthday's he'll miss... he'll miss his daughter's first drink... her first boyfriend... her graduation...

The grass gets closer as he feels a pang of regret stab his very soul. He wasn't going to be there. He's leaving a family behind. If he could, he'd choose to survive, but he knows he can't.

He begins to scream once more, not out of fear, but of sadness and regret. He curses the world for his unfortunate circumstances, and curses that the only souvenir that his family will get is that of a letter that explains his death.

He composes himself as the explosions begin around him. There's nothing left he could do. He has failed. He failed himself. He failed his family. He failed the one hundred and thirteen thousand souls of the Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet. He failed. As the blast of air from the explosion hits the ship as it finally impacts onto the grassy feels of Eastern Coridge, he takes one last deep breath, and he let's go of the wheel. He feels his flesh burn away and his eardrums shatter. He feels his eyes burn and his hands melt. He feels his body impact a thousand different things...

And then there was darkness.

~~~

"Come on! Let's go! It was over this way!"
"I wonder what it shot down this time?"
"Eh. Probably some random lame Feline Ship. Either way, we have to go... by the Grace of Azlenius."

Two Coridgean Soldiers, who were taking their short breaks, saw smoke in the distance. Usually, this meant that another random Feline Ship had been shot down as it attempted to enter Coridgean Airspace. As they crossed over the hill, they were excited to witness the small wreck of a Feline Corvette or plane. However, what they instead witnessed was a massive ship, the size of entire cities, as well as numerous other ships surrounding it, all burning and destroyed.

"What the hell is this!?"
"You... you don't think...?"
"No. No. Impossible. There's no way. They use the same radar frequencies as us! The missile batteries would never target them!"

But it did. And it fired its missiles. And it hit.

As the two soldiers walk into the wreck, they are shocked at the carnage. The average Cordigean is very strong stomached, but even this catastrophe made them sick. The burned corpses, the bodies cut in half by engines, and the once grassy field now covered by black ash and the blood of thousands. They walk over to one of the less mutilated corpses and poke it. It remains motionless.

"Flip him over," says one of the soldiers.

The other bends down and flips the body around. The body was in horrible condition. Its face was flattened and its ribs were poking out from its shattered chest. However, they can still make out the flag on the burned and ripped apart white uniform that the corpse was wearing. The two leaned in and took a look, and their hearts and faces dropped as they realize what it was. The Tricolour of the Technocratic Federation of Lycantine starss back at them. They inspect the body even more and find the emblem of the Pan-Terrestrial Trading Fleet.

"By the bones of Azlenius... what have we done?!"

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