Governor: 
The Commonwealth of Kazomal
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: The Commonwealth of Kazomal
Last WA Update:
Yanxi is home to a single nation.
Activity • History • Administration
Today's World Census Report
The Lowest Crime Rates in Yanxi
World Census agents attempted to lure citizens into committing various crimes in order to test the reluctance of citizens to break the law.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Federal Republic of Khazamal | Compulsory Consumerist State | “We Are All Khazamal” |
Regional Happenings
- : Meow 1 of the region The Bottomless Pit proposed constructing embassies.
- : Istorya departed this region for Ixnay.
- : Knifecogenstar departed this region for Ixnay.
- : The Commonwealth of Kazomal departed this region for Ixnay.
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The Republic of Spongerson departed this region for Ixnay.
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The Absolute Dumpster Fire of Trottelfeld departed this region for Ixnay.
- : Odoneru departed this region for Ixnay.
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The Anarchist Workers State of Katzistanza departed this region for Ixnay.
- : The Republic of Spongerson arrived from The Pacific.
- : Odoneru arrived from Urufu.
Yanxi Regional Message Board
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La Joya, Istorya
Alarms blare all around the room. Piercing blind light illuminates the darkness of the chamber, it pulses in a staccato rhythm, mirroring the incessant siren, a siren that rises and falls, almost as if a warning, a warning that...its time to get up.
Lord AniGav, grunts, and rolls over, yelps as he feels a piercing pain in his chin. Reaching up he encounters a mane, long unruly beard hair resists the probing of his fingers, his mouth dry, he coughs, and his body begins its slow climb to full alertness. He attempts to swing his arm wide, but is alarmed at the pain he experiences. His muscles scream in protest as he urges them to traverse the silky expanse. He finally achieves his objective, the snooze button has been felled...for now. He leans forward, and presses his feet to the ground. He remembers, he remembers the threat they had faced, he remembers the insatiable monster of the north, slowly encroaching into the Istoryan realm. He also remembers how he had been forced by the Conclave to institute the Nautical Assailant Protocol. This would have to be addressed, and the affront to Istoryan honor avenged. Urcea would feel the wrath of Istorya, those beast were no better than those animals, the Mannunkee fools. They had to mobilize their military, and their Assimilation diplomatic corps, for the Urcean threat had dominated the visions that Lord AniGav experienced during his reprehensible N.A.P.
"Ventana" he speaks, as dormant gears whir back to life, creaking of machines that are in dire need of maintenance, light shines through, La Joya stretches before him, in the distance he notices the mountain range known as La Murralla. He feels inexplicably inspired. He opens a channel to Las Madres. These brave warrior women, whose fury is only matched by their devotion to culinarianism.
"Es Hora" he proclaims. He doesnt get any response beyond a green light that indicates the order has been received. He feels invigorated, he feels resolute, as his body protests his movements, he embraces the pain and La Muralla inspires him. An idea that could prevent his great nation from ever having to institute that affront to Istoryan Honor.
"Get me my generals, and get me the damn conclave. They have all enjoyed a N.A.P. for too long, and the time has come for Istorya to once again reassert itself as the beacon of culture and hope. We must make Istorya Great Again."
The Istoryan Nation would never again face twilight.
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The Star, Knifecogenstar
*kzrrt* “This is the Star. Are you reading? Over.” *kzrrt*
Silence. Max Li, Knifecogenstar's Minister of Telecommunications glanced around nervously at his fellow cabinet members. With a deep breath he pressed down on the bright red button on the speaker in front of him.
*kzrrt* “This is the Star. Protector, are you with us? Over.” *kzrrt*
Silence.
*kzrrt* “Protector? PROTECTOR?!”
”I am here, Minister Li, there is no need to break protocol. Over.”
*kzrrt* “Y-yes, sir! Sorry, sir! How are things looking down there? Over.” *kzrrt*
“I’ll be honest, it’s not good.” Protector Chadsworth Sexingtonus checked the readings on his radiation suit. “Those Urceans really did a number on things. It’s a blessing from Jennifer herself that our entire population was able to evacuate in time and live in space for the better part of the last decade. You guys at the Star really know your stuff! Over.”
*kzrrt* “Th-thank you, sir! That’s very kind and...accurate…of you to say. I also thank Jennifer every day when I think about how the Cog defensive grid shielded our neighboring nations from a similar fate. There have even been talks of recent activity in Odoneru and Istorya! Over.” *kzrrt*
Protector Sexingtonus checked his suit’s readings again. “That is good news, Max!” The Protector tapped a mechanism on the wrist of his suit, but got no reaction. “Luckily those incompetent Urceans couldn’t even develop an atomic weapon with a half-decent half-life. The radiation left over from the fallout has already safely dissipated; we’ll be able to move back home by the end of next week! Over.”
Zeke Jong-Il, Minister of Dreaded Lurgies, pounded his fist onto the bright red button.
*kzrrt* “But sir, what if it’s too soon?! What if everyone gets sick from some unknown radioactive virus?! Over.” *kzrrt*
“He’s right,” added Alexei Mistletoe, Knifecogenstar’s Minister of Death, not even bothering to press the button.
Protector Sexingtonus disregarded his pessimistic ministers. He cautiously disconnected his respirator and removed his helmet. Shielding his face from the bright Knifecogenstarian sun, the Protector breathed deeply the fresh autumn air before placing a finger on his ear-communicator. “Minister Wu – not you, Al, although you have been doing a commendable job with waste disposal and sanitation during our ‘trip abroad’ – Pete, set a course for Ixnay. Over.”
The cabinet members shared worried glances yet again. This time it was Minister Sparkle who spoke up.
*kzrrt* “Um, sir? Elizabeth Sparkle, Minister of Press Relations, speaking. I believe the new vernacular is ‘Yanxi’. I believe ‘Ixnay’ is now considered a ‘dead name’. Over.” *kzrrt*
“Of course, Elizabeth, I obviously didn’t mean to offend anyone. Any change takes a bit of getting used to; that’s all part of the fun, now isn’t it? Now set a course to my location and I’ll see you in a week. Chadsworth Sexingtonus, over and out.”
At this the Protector discarded his communicator and stepped out of his protective bio-hazard suit. He removed his boots and socks to feel the grass beneath his feet. A tremendous grin overtook his face as he fell backwards and began rolling around on the ground. After nearly a decade of living in low-orbit space, he and the rest of Knifecogenstar’s 7.485 billion citizens could finally return home.
Post self-deleted by Trottelfeld.
Post self-deleted by Odoneru.
The dark facade of Presidential Palace towered above the neon splendor of New Eden. While the defeat and withdraw from Katzistanza had ended the imperial expansions, the intervening period had brought unprecedented technological development, and the resulting social acceleration. The newly constituted Kazomal Intelligence and Special Operations directorate had successfully spread Kaz domination across the continent. The Hashashim, old enemies of President Wilford Smalls, had been reduced to the domestic law enforcement role, effectively ending the secret wars within the Kazomal intelligence community. A decade into his reign, Kazomal's first president was still it's only.
It was the dead of night, but Kazomal never sleeps. Deep within the Presidential Palace, a dower aide strode evenly, unhurriedly down a long, dark hallway towards an imposing set of double doors.
On the other side of those doors, the creature within was already stirring. The room was dark, with little light provided by city lights beyond. The being who occupied this room had little need for lights.
someone is coming
The low sound of smooth servos. A dark figured lowers towards the center of the room, suspended on a large metal frame. Hoses hissed as they detached, cables whipping back into the ceiling. The figure removed itself from the frame and walked across the room.
President Wilford Smalls was now more machine than man. An early adopter of SMART neuroprosthesis, Smalls enjoyed first access to cutting edge tech developed by KISO and their private sector allies. Unholy amounts of data poured through the man’s metal skull at any given moment, his already impressive powers of analysis further augmented by neuroprosthetics. President Smalls kept tabs on the internal sensors of the Presidential Palace, and already knew that the aide was approaching.
“President Smalls. There have been dispatches from the long-dormant nations. Yanxi stirs.”
KBN: The Kazomal Broadcasting Network
Kazomal Continues to Beat BROVID-19 Mandemic!
Kazomal experienced the largest single day drop in cases of any nation thus far this far this week! While the daily infection rate dropped only a small fraction of a percentage point and quickly rebounded, this dip represents a drop in cases larger than most other nations’ entire caseload! Wow! The people of Kazomal remain grateful to President Wilford Smalls for his skillful navigation of this potentially fraught situation, with the President’s approval rating stronger than ever.
KNN
Statement from the Executive Committee of the Eternal Revolution:
"The Worker's State welcomes the activity from our newly-awakened neighbors. Having defeated the virus via the immortal sciences of Marxist-Leninism and Anarcho-Synicalism, we would like to remind our neighbors that contact with the Eternal Revolution is currently limited to our several extraterritorial settlements. People's Protection Unit boarder guards maintain authority in the Extraterritorial Zone in which the settlements have been established. While we welcome foreign trade and cultural exchange, we ask that other nations respect our policies put in place to safeguard the health and safety of the people of the Worker's State."
In other news:
People's Protection Units operating outside the boarders of the Worker's State have made an arrest in the lands of former Knifecogenstar, long knows as Spoongearsun, or Spongerson. The man claimed to have returned from "space," despite his only protective gear being a helmet that appeared to have been fashioned from a cardboard box and a red speedo covered in small white stars.
Investigatory Agents from the National Council of the Eternal Revolution in Katzistanza have been dispatched to interview the man. Thus far, he has only provided officers with a comical alias.
OOC Superpost!!!!!!!
So we didn't want to raise anyone's hopes (or profiles) but our friends in Odoneru came to us recently with a potential opportunity. Long story short, we succeeded and the region of Ixnay is back in rightful hands. 8) 8) 8)
Reach out to me for the PW, boys. We're going home.
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