Burge Classroom is a Registered School Class. High King (Governor): 
The Holy Empire of Snappleland
WA Delegate (non-executive): 
The Frozen and Cold Empire of Freezedom (elected )
Founder: 
The Holy Empire of Snappleland
Last WA Update:
Embassies: The Embassy, Guinea Kiribati, Mitteleuropa, Mesa Ridge HS, The new region, Hurricane 12, Gospels, Regio, The Republic of the Armed People, Antisipation Refounded, and Loamhedge.
Tags: Casual, Class, Independent, Magical, Medium, Password, Religious, Silly, and Theocratic.
Burge Classroom contains 24 nations, the 787th most in the world.
Activity • History • Administration
Today's World Census Report
The Fattest Citizens in Burge Classroom
World Census takers tracked the sale of Cheetos and Twinkies to ascertain which nations most enjoyed the "kind bud."
As a region, Burge Classroom is ranked 18,991st in the world for Fattest Citizens.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Tea Obsessed Culture of Vulcan Persons | Corporate Police State | “Paranoia and Warren G. Harding Alone Bestow Immortality” | |
| 2. |  The Republic of GUARDS LAND | Iron Fist Consumerists | “J-Ram Is Better” | |
| 3. |  The Securely Contained Site of Th3 SCP Foundation | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy | “Welcome to the Foundation, and good luck.” | |
| 4. |  The Democratic States of The Green house | Liberal Democratic Socialists | “Always green” | |
| 5. |  The The Great Waxed Community of Waxed LightlyWeathered Cut Copper Stair | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Pasta Power!” | |
| 6. | The Holy Empire of Snappleland | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Made from the Best Stuff on Earth” | |
| 7. |  The Armed Republic of The Bird Nest | Moralistic Autocracy | “Your civil rights are going in the pond” | |
| 8. |  The Kingdom of Before the Americans | Iron Fist Consumerists | “Don't colonize America” | |
| 9. |  The United States of KING NOLAN | New York Times Democracy | “Where's everyone going Bingo?” | |
| 10. | The Federal Republic of Axolotl Land 1864 | Authoritarian Democracy | “There is no life without Axolotls!” |
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Regional Happenings
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The United Kingdom of King Peter Griffin departed this region for The Outback.
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The Tea Obsessed Culture of Vulcan Persons ejected and banned The United Kingdom of King Peter Griffin from the region.
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The Empire of ChriS GrffiN departed this region for The Outback.
- : The Tea Obsessed Culture of Vulcan Persons ejected and banned The Empire of ChriS GrffiN from the region.
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The Holy Empire of STEVEN KWAN departed this region for The Rejected Realms.
- : The Tea Obsessed Culture of Vulcan Persons ejected and banned The Holy Empire of STEVEN KWAN from the region.
- : The United Kingdom of King Peter Griffin arrived from Carcassonne.
- : The Empire of ChriS GrffiN arrived from Talonia.
- : The Holy Empire of STEVEN KWAN arrived from The UMNS.
- : The Holy Empire of Snappleland updated the World Factbook entry.
Burge Classroom Regional Message Board
Loading...Hear me! And Rejoice! I proclaim that our mighty region needs to expand! We must do so in order to sustain ourselves. I recommend we find a recruiter. Someone who is capable, and can bring about new blood (metaphorical, not literal) to our home. We MUST expand!
I say I should do it.
My reasoning for saying this is because I am, most likely the most active and have many alt accounts. People on NS have said that if I were to recruit, they would join the region I am recruiting for. I also know a lot about this game, and have a lot of contacts in NS. I can get more people into our region. Trust me with recruitment, and I will not fail. To do this, though, I will need the password so I can tell the nations who want to join said password.
Th3 SCP FoundationWe die in the dark so You can live in the light.
I still have Snapple Land cards in plenty. Any buyers. If so, email me at AbrahamL29@ncsmail.org
Welcome, Overseer.
What file do you wish to see?
SCP-5000
File in transit...
Access granted.
Object Class: Safe
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5000 is to be kept in a deactivated state within a standard storage unit located at Site-22. All files and intelligence retrieved from SCP-5000 are to be stored on a secure server, with backups available upon request from the Archival Department.
Description: SCP-5000 is a non-functional mechanical suit identified within its internal schematics as an 'Absolute Exclusion Harness' designed by the SCP Foundation. Although SCP-5000 is believed to have once possessed a number of anomalous functions intended to protect and benefit its occupant, damage inflicted to it in the past means that it is currently only capable of basic file storage. For a record of files contained within SCP-5000 upon recovery, see Archive 5000-1.
SCP-5000 first appeared in a flash of light within SCP-579's containment chamber at Site-62C on 12/04/2020, containing a corpse1 genetically identical to Foundation employee Pietro Wilson. Pietro Wilson is currently employed at Exclusionary Site-062, and mnestic therapy has confirmed he has no knowledge of SCP-5000 or memories concerning the events detailed within its archives.
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Archive 5000-1:
JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-1
My name is Pietro Wilson. I don't know what's happening. I think I might be the only one left.
The date is um oh two oh one twenty twenty (sorry thought transcription is tricky (sorry im not used to this yet um)). The date is 02/01/2020. I've just. I have just escaped from Exclusionary Site-06. I think … I'm not certain, but I think everyone else is dead. Those guys, they were thorough. If I hadn't got to the suit, I'd be … oh god.
JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-2
I need to get myself together or this thing isn't going to be legible at all. Most likely they're going to want some kind of record of this whole incident for posterity.
I'm currently on my way to the nearest Foundation installation - a small safe-house for Agents making their way through this part of the country. Most likely there won't be anyone there, but I should be able to get into contact with my superiors and find out what exactly is going on.
Things started around six, maybe seven hours ago. A group identifying themselves as Mobile Task Force Zeta-19 ("Lonely Only") - Insurgent infiltrators, maybe? - entered the Site, they had proper identification and everything, and gathered everyone into the canteen. Then they started the shooting.
Jesus, I … I can still taste the blood. I can't get that awful metal taste off my tongue. It's a miracle I didn't get hit or trampled on, the way people were climbing over each other to get out of there. If I hadn't gotten to the Exclusion Harness, I'd be dead. No doubt about it - like I said, they were thorough.
I'm a technician for the power grid on ES-06, so I don't fully get how this thing works, but I understand the basics. This perception filter thing doesn't mean people can't see me, but it does mean they can't recognize the fact that they can see me. Which I guess is the same thing when you get down to it.
But those infiltrators … they didn't even take anything, didn't even try to. I watched after I got into this thing - I was too scared ([DATA_EXPUNGED] coward) to make a run for it. They just checked the bodies and left. An extra bullet for every head.
They were just there to kill us.
JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-3
Finally made it to the safe-house after hours and hours of trudging through this goddamn desert. Heard a few explosions in the distance - maybe the Foundation sent an MTF to engage those infiltrators before they got away? Hope so.
Never been happier to see bottled water in my life. The Harness sustains your body while you're wearing it, apparently, but my mind still thinks I should be drinking. Human nature, I guess.
Anyway, once I get these legs of mine rested, I'm going to try to get these systems online. I need to get in touch with the Foundation and find out what exactly is going on.
JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-4
Holy [REDACTED]
DOWNLOADED FILE 0001-1
Context:They sent this to every government, news organization and anomalous agency on the planet. [CENSORED] me.
For those who are not currently aware of our existence, we represent the organization known as the SCP Foundation. Our previous mission centered around the containment and study of anomalous objects, entities and other assorted phenomena. This mission was the focus of our organization for more than one-hundred years.
Due to circumstances outside of our control, this directive has now changed. Our new mission will be the extermination of the human race.
There will be no further communication.
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Whenever duty calls, guess who's steppin' in?
Tell the cavalry to saddle up and send 'em in
You start a tenderfoot, harden to a veteran
Pressin' on is how we honor all our fallen brethren
Soldiers, we were born to be
D-Day, this ain't your normal beach
Hit the shore, we're storming Normandy
Sure lookin' forward to your retreat
It's way too late to sort the beef
Adolf, you're nothing short of beaten
The price of freedom comes with war
And the Fuhrer can't afford one more defeat
Your bunker's not so safe when I got a carpet bomb on the way
I'm raining on your bulls on parade
I got a pocket full of shells and I wanna rage
Came to shut down Auschwitz
What ya gonna do now, Fritz?
Got these Nazis salty, now I know what sauerkraut is
Saw somethin' move in the clouds, got recon snoppin' around
Flack cannons, shooting it down
Nothing but rubble what used to be towns
Head on a swivel, boots on the ground
Back to where my roots can be found
We'll all rebuild tomorrow, but we're starting over now
I'm not alone, not gonna fall
I know how it goes when you want it all
Eyes in the sky
, boots on the ground
Now hold the line, we're rooting down
I'm not alone, not gonna fall
I know how it goes when you want it all
Eyes in the sky
, boots on the ground
Now hold the line, we're rooting down
(Hoorah, hoorah) So you wanna start a war?
(Hoorah, hoorah) Then we'll take it to your door
(Hoorah, hoorah) Only banner you should fly
(Hoorah, hoorah) Is the one that's solid white
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for the glory, no
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for my girl
(Hoorah, hoorah) Not for honor or memorial
(Hoorah, hoorah) 'Cause we do it for the world
M-1 Garand, better get one in hand
I recommend you hit the deck or you'll be dead where you stand
Ha, the kinda rifle deemed fit for a king
Empty the magazine just for the ping
(Woo!)
Tunnel vision with no distraction
Trust me, this bolt sees action
Like a tank, I roll with traction
Throwin' flames with no compassion
Got that Stopping Power, so my sh** hits hard
I'll whip out a Browning just to drop you with this bar
Slug you with a shotgun from an impossible distance
Snipin' with a double barrel, now we're talkin' the business
Look out, don't let me tag you with an STG
That's not an infection, but a way that you can remember me
'Cause see, I like a weapon with a little kick
Low recoil, still ripping you to bits
MG-15, full metal jacket
Add that attachment into the mix
So which division you pick? You think you're sticking with it?
Viva la rsistance, send in the bombs
Let that artillery hit (Boom)
If victory is out of reach, flip the script
Given our history and the mortars we've been stricken with
Impossible's an obstacle, over which we'll get
Unite this infantry, and in the face of Hitler, spit
(Hoorah, hoorah) So you wanna start a war?
(Hoorah, hoorah) Then we'll take it to your door
(Hoorah, hoorah) Only banner you should fly
(Hoorah, hoorah) Is the one that's solid white
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for the glory, no
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for my girl
(Hoorah, hoorah) Not for honor or memorial
(Hoorah, hoorah) 'Cause we do it for the world
(Woah-oh, woah-oh)
Dark symbols hang from banners (Woah-oh, woah-oh)
The sickles and the hammers
(Woah-oh, woah-oh)
Tear down the propaganda (Woah-oh, woah-oh)
When duty's calling, answer
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
Woah-oh, woah-oh (Hoorah, hoorah)
(Hoorah, hoorah) So you wanna start a war?
(Hoorah, hoorah) Then we'll take it to your door
(Hoorah, hoorah) Only banner you should fly
(Hoorah, hoorah) Is the one that's solid white
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for the glory, no
(Hoorah, hoorah) I don't do it for my girl
(Hoorah, hoorah) Not for honor or memorial
(Hoorah, hoorah) 'Cause we do it for the world
Trust me, and our future will be brighter!
Pull the lever, Crunk!
*Falls*
WRONG LEVERRR!
Beepity boop, I'm doing security things
Hippity hoppity, I'm stealing your property and your land.
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