WA Delegate (non-executive): The Empire of ShrewLlamaLand (elected )
Founder: The Shadow Cult of Jocospor
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Embassies: Abydos, United Christian Empires of the West, Intruders, Nghymruian Lands, The Slide Countries, Confederation of Touhou Project Lovers, Confederation of the Mediterranean, Of Books and Stories, and Vangmar II.
Regional Power: Very High
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Publishing Industry in Confederation of Corrupt Dictators
The World Census tallied social media complaints from students regarding overpriced textbooks to determine which nations have the largest book publishing industries.
As a region, Confederation of Corrupt Dictators is ranked 6,112th in the world for Largest Publishing Industry.
|1.||The Federation of Marthuania||Democratic Socialists||“Glory to Marthuania!”|
|2.||The Nine Hells of Gopnikea||Father Knows Best State||“Decimation towards impurity”|
|3.||The Empire of ShrewLlamaLand||Civil Rights Lovefest||“The flag once raised will never fall!”|
|4.||The Multiversal Federal Empire of MineLegotia and Equestria||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Paperwork, paperwork sees all”|
|5.||The Constitutional Monarchy of New England INC||Iron Fist Consumerists||“Through bureaucracy we thrive”|
|6.||The Holy Roman Empire of Imperiium||Moralistic Democracy||“Honora, Officium, Fidem.”|
|7.||The Technocracy of Andoros||Father Knows Best State||“Family, Homeland and Loyalty make a Man”|
|8.||The Social Federation of Exile Government of the RDFR||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Progressus per ordinem”|
|9.||The Profiteering Corporations of ElectronicArts||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Embrace, Expand, Extinguish.”|
|10.||The Empire of Aerilithia||Father Knows Best State||“Scientia per libertas”|
- : Titan givan ceased to exist.
- : Covenna ceased to exist.
- : The Republic of Machine Sazi arrived from The Rejected Realms.
- : The Union of West Heisen departed this region for The Rejected Realms.
- : Embassy cancelled between Princium and Confederation of Corrupt Dictators.
- : Supreme totalitarianism ceased to exist.
- : The Holy Empire of The State of never again ceased to exist.
- : Apermania ceased to exist.
- : The Royal Federation of The Supreme nation of matheo of the region Matheo proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Cluncil and Helth Shop of HMS NHS suppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
Confederation of Corrupt Dictators Regional Message Board
✪ MINYAŁĆA ČVERÏ ✪
Presented By Alyosha Solkava
Our Leader Comrade Novikov has announced to the Ⅵth Party Congress the completion of the second six-year-plan, four months ahead of schedule.
The Dbrioły State Shipping Company has been put to a temporary halt due to a level 4 international threat warning caused by the confederation war.
The first story however is the formal removal of ex-allied nation West Heisen from the Democratic Union, along with Veers’ position on the Presidium Council. His flag was lowered from the headquarters in Levastok this morning, following the official closure of the Heisenian embassy. The Workers’ Party have claimed it will only decrease outsourced trade, which can be diverted in greater numbers to current allies, leaving no economic casualty.
The Confederation trial of West Heisen was found with a guilty verdict, but they will not be forcibly removed from the region.
Work Hard For The Benefit Of Our Glorious Nation, Comrades!
Work Twice As Hard Tomorrow Than You Did Today!
♪ national anthem instrumental ♪
Hail the confederation
Senator Basset has been keeping a close eye on current events while he recovered. His doctors had begun to get his legs back into working order, and he's found himself able to move his toes again, but he's a far shot from being able to fully walk, at least yet. He couldn't get Senator Mulligan out of his mind, and he knew that he couldn't really back down from a duel. He could only imagine the headlines. "Great-Great Grandson of Legendary Gunfighter Samuel Basset backs down from duel" would probably be one of those headlines. The amount of humiliation he would face would be overwhelming. Seeing Mulligan now always made his blood boil. Yet he still wondered just what would happen. Would his death be quick, and painless, or slow and brutal? He was unsure. He had been in the hospital for over 7 weeks up to this point, and his recovery had been exceptionally well. But would this really matter if he could potentially be dead within two weeks? In the middle of these thoughts, a doctor walked in.
"Mr. Basset, we're going to be going over muscle training for your legs. While it hasn't exactly been too long, I assume that you being in a bed for so long has probably made it very difficult for you to walk."
He nodded, sliding his legs off of the bed and sitting himself onto a wheelchair that was near his hospital bed. The doctor began wheeling him off toward another facility within the hospital, specifically designed to help with re-learning use of limbs or muscle training after traumatic injuries. He had to admit, it would be nice to finally be able to start walking again. The doors opened, and there were two railings placed within arms reach of one-another. He wheeled himself over, before turning to the doctor.
"Now then, Leon, I'm sure you already know what to do here, so just be sure to take everything very slowly and carefully. This will be your first time walking in almost two months, so take caution." The doctor says, staring down at some papers. Leon was certain they were his medical records.
"Yes, I am aware. Well, let's get this over with." Leon said as he grabbed the railings.
Leon slowly pulled himself up, his arms shaking as he pulled almost all of his body weight onto them. Slowly, he put one leg onto the ground, and he got shivers, the cold wood sending a shock through his legs. His legs felt strange, almost like they had been asleep. His leg shook, before his slowly placed the other foot against the wood. He held himself up, as firmly as possible, though his legs trembled thanks to the weight suddenly being placed on them again. He slowly inched forward, trying to bring his legs forward as much as possible. However, he was only able to make it about a foot and half away before his legs gave out. A doctor ran over, catching him before he could damage his legs further. He was promptly brought back to his wheelchair while the other doctor took notes.
"Well, you certainly did better than expected, Leon. However, you still are clearly struggling. We'll probably need a few more weeks doing this for you to regain your muscle memory. Though, given it's only been under two months since you developed your injuries, your muscle memory should come back quickly. Though I doubt your legs won't reach the state they were before you sustained your injuries for another couple months, you'll probably be able to walk out of here within another month or so, but this is just a rough estimate."
"Hm. I see. Well, thank you, sir. I'm assuming we'll continue this again tomorrow, same time?" Leon said, his arms crossed.
"Precisely. Try not to use your legs too much until then, Leon. Now then, another doctor will escort you to your room. Have a good rest of your morning."
Leon nodded, before wheeling himself back to the room, accompanied by a doctor. Him being here, incapable of doing much. However, his mind still sat on the upcoming duel that would be here soon. He had a feeling that there was an even chance he could die, and if he did, he would likely very quickly get cast away by society for the slander thrown onto him by Mulligan. He couldn't stand to let his legacy be burned to ashes like this. He had to win this. For himself.
Glory to the Emperor!
Hail the Confederation!
Our leader, Dzvalo Tirasna, has ordered all the Zalklandian troops in nation West Heisen to go back to Zalkland.
The Socialist Workers Embassy of Zalkland (SWEZ) has removed ALL embassies of West Heisen in Karavarakan.
The Confederation Inquisition Trial of West Heisen is found in a guilty verdict, but is not being banned or forcibly removed from the CCD.
And, recently, there was 4.1 magnitude earthquake east to our nation.
The damage is still unknown.
One nation, one state and one hail Zalkland!
Hail the Confederation!
Heisen was a traitor, working with AWF. The Emporer has dissolved the senate. You should read the proscriptions. There's a conference coming up, and at this point, loyalists are pretty much bound to win.
All the world under one roof.
Hail the Confederation!
To the Confederation,
Regarding the current Security Council Resolution at vote: Commend Kelssek.
The Commission to the World Assembly advises voting AGAINST this proposal.
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Additionally, the Imperial Council placed an endorsement embargo against West Heisen as a result of Inqusitional Hearing #36030421.
Their nation currently has 55 endorsements, which is 55 too many. All nations are instructed to immediately unendorse.
Hail the Confederation!
Lady of Loathing
We are perplexed at this sentence; it is an outcome unlike any other Inquisitional Hearing we have thus far witnessed. Why levy such total restrictions against a nation and yet not eject it from the region? As we have been effectively banned from the Confederation already, West Heisen shall save the Council the effort and move itself out. It was a good time we spent in this region; perhaps we shall spend more yet another day, under another name. Until then, we bid the good people of the CCD farewell.
To any region member who wishes to communicate with us, feel free to do so. We certainly won't inform the Shadow Tyrant.
Hail the Confederation!
Long Live the Revolution!
"In light of the recent events, and due to the resolution of the conflict,
The brotherland is reopening its border"
Brother Nikolai Dmitry Solokov
Brother of the nation
Hail the confederation
Or Pone starts shipping characters.
FOB Chechnya, Somewhere in Jocospor
13:06 JCT - 12/5/2389 ALB
"We hitting Crestellion?" The question said, Lt. General Mandra looked up from her papers to look up at Forward, who was nursing a flask of what was probably regulation violating alcohol. The sounds of gunfire - particularly big gunfire, otherwise known as artillery fire - could be heard in the background as the two were hunkered down in their foxhole of a FOB. Having a FOB in a designated bunch of vehicles usually was a bad idea in the MineLegoEquestrians’ experience, so digging a foxhole and calling it a FOB and surround it with a dozen of the same tended to be their go-to way to building FOBs.
"Negative, we're shelling them for now," She responded, yawning and leaning back a bit. She was still dressed like any soldier would apart from the headgear which was a general's hat. MineLegoEquestrian Paranoia meant she was regulated to keep wearing the heavy armour in the possibility the worst-case scenario happened, which was to say was low, but not low enough to warrant complete disregard for her safety.
"Our advance has stalled as the air force is slowly pushing the Traditionalists out," Mandra stated, flicking a datapad at Forward. "So we're digging in several kilometres from Crestellion and firing several batteries at them. No doubt there'll be a decent amount of civilian casualties. Let's hope the ethics committee doesn't get us for it, it is a warzone after all."
"So what're our plans then for now? Sweep southwards up against the mountains or dig in here?" Forward asked, picking up the aforementioned datapad and swiping through some of the files. Between them was a smaller version of the map several days ago. Pencil marks and silly strings were scattered in various positions across the board, making it look like a conspiracy theorist’s pinboard than a military plan.
"We'll dig in here, for now, I heard their entire people got condemned from the Confederation," Mandra took a swig from her flask which she stored in her jacket. "Not their fault that the Confederation's secretary of defence was incompetent."
"Incompetence from the government to the military, good lord,” Forward shook his head as he handed the datapad back to Mandra. Taking another swig he sat down opposite her, in comparison to Mandra, he had a helmet on. His uncle had it and wanted to have something handed down to him, so Forward had reluctantly accepted a thirty old helmet. It looked out of place with its faded camouflage, but it was certainly more comfortable than the modern sets, so he kept it when he could. “This is what you get from being a dictatorship without actually hearing the people, no?”
“Arguably so, but can you blame them? They’ve never had the concept of ‘harmony’ as we MineLegoEquestrians had,” Mantra countered, the taste of alcohol filling her mouth once more as she looked over the map. “You can’t blame them for not having something they’ve never known existed.”
“So you’re saying they’re backwards tribes like the Saddle Arabians?” Forward raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t mean it like that,” Mandra looked up and gave a tired look, one that danced on the edge of disgruntled. “Nations with a closed perspective won’t know and won’t want to see newer perspectives until said perspectives hit them in the face. Until then it's a matter of if they choose to adapt or die. The Confederation is facing that situation.”
"So just like Saddle Arabia,”
“Forward, I hold no ill will to your people’s for f*cks sake,” Now the look was a glare, the native-born Equestrian glared at the Saddle Arabian. “You know my parents didn’t mean to shell your goddamn village.”
“They killed my parents, and called us savages, Mandra,” Forward retorted, “and goddammit it, they burned it to the ground. My home was gone, Mandra, by your people. I joined this military because I wanted to show we Saddle Arabians aren’t backwards tribes from the 6th Century like some of your people claim.”
“Your people still had widow burning,” Mandra fired back, slamming a hoof on the makeshift table. “No one had any social mobility and had to follow their elders. No one was free. Do you call that harmony? The natural state of affairs? That’s backwardness, and you know it.”
“I won’t have you insult my people like that,” Forward growled. “You have your worldview, I have mine. Let’s keep it separate and not try to force each other to follow one or another.”
“Fine,” Mandra grumbled, leaning back on to her chair whilst crossing her hooves. The two stayed in the silence looking away from each other as if they were an old couple having another fight. There was still the sound of artillery fire in the background, but the mood was obviously worse than before, but this uncomfortable silence was soon accompanied by the sound of someone walking closer to their FOB. A healthy sense of paranoia soon meant both of them were reaching for their sidearms before seeing a pink pony poke her head into the FOB.
“Jeez, is this a romance sitcom or real life?” Brigadier Flurry Heart commented, looking around the FOB from the small entrance, before shuffling a bit and entering the FOB. Mandra and Forward both let out a sigh of relief at seeing her. It was a common thing for semi-royalty to be in the military, and Flurry Heart II, being the descendant of the descendant of Princess Cadance followed the tradition set up by the MineLegoEquestrians of the Imperial Family.
“What? No, we’re not romantically attracted to each other goddammit,” Mandra said, crossing her hooves even harder, but you can just see the very very faint shade of red on her cheeks as if she was seriously considering the thought of being romantically involved with Forward. And considering the author’s reputation for fluff, she is because the author said so. Forward noted it was cute and had to focus on the harsh reality of war to get his mind off the things.
“Alright, alright, sure you two lovebirds,” Flurry chuckled, walking over to their map and looking over it. “So what’s our plan again?”
“Digging in and bombing Crestellion until we get proper air cover,” Forward explained, taking another swig of alcohol. “Hopefully we’d be able to hold off any attack from the traditionalists until we push into Crestellion. And then it’d be the horrors of CQBs, possibly every house a fort or so. No idea how well prepared they are, but it is potentially that bad.”
“High casualty rates are then expected, no?” Flurry asked, looking at Forward.
“Certainly, and with civilians to contend with too. It’d be better with bypassing the city entirely and sieging it than fighting in it,” Forward noted, “Hopefully they surrender soon.”
“Hopefully, hopefully so,” Mandra commented, “Got any suggestions? Because we’re gonna be waiting here for the next few days.”
“Well maybe you two should make up because I heard that argument three dozen meters down,” Flurry said, looking at both of them with a step back. Forward sighed and turned at Mandra.
“Fine, sorry, you’re not your parents I guess,” He said with a defeated sigh, shooting a glare at the pegasus standing off to the left of him. "And also seeing insults when there aren't any."
“Yes, sorry for insulting your culture and all that,” Mandra said. Rubbing his hooves together. Flurry chuckled and clapped her hooves together.
“Now hug!” She exclaimed with a laugh of chocolate and sandwiches, somehow. Crystallians were weird like that, and Forward awkwardly looked at Mandra who sighed. The two awkwardly looked at each other, before sighing and hugging each other, patting each other. Mandra felt a sudden jump in heartbeats as Forward held her close, and he too felt a feeling of warmth meanwhile. Both of them held each other before pulling back.
Mandra coughed, “Umm… yes, I’m going to go now…”
“Y-yeah, I’m leaving too,” Forward nodded.
The two awkwardly climbed out the small foxhole, bumping into each other before leaving the hole properly. Flurry chuckling to herself as she watched both of them walk out. She did have learned a lot regarding the skills of matchmaking from her grandmother, and she chuckled. She was going to have fun with this.
Hail the Confederation!
The Imperial Order of Romanova, sometimes also known as the White Order, is a religious cult and terrorist organization. The Order has existed for as long as the Grand Empire has, and its main belief is that the Romanovs are still in hiding, waiting for loyalists to their cause to rise up and take back their empire. In recent times they have grown to their highest known member count, due to the rise and fall of the Mad Regent. During the Mad Regent’s Reign, they openly supported Taboritsky. However, the feeling was not mutual, and there were records of a purification platoon that would be made solely to eliminate the Order. Taboritsky fell before the platoon could be activated however, and the purification platoons were disbanded.
The Order frequently works with other, smaller terrorist and criminal organizations that have similar views to them. They however, do not like other, larger groups, such as the Black Army and the Great Syndicate. In fact, it is believed that the Black Army and the Order are fighting an underground war with each other. Eurasia has used this to its advantage, letting the two organizations battle and feud while Eurasia prepares to strike the killing blow against them both.
The Order, alongside the Black Army, is one of the main suspects for a recent raid on Eurasian Madagascar, in which multiple New Defender serums were stolen and valuable information and technology was destroyed. His Grand Imperial Majesty has ordered His Hands to deal with them personally. The Hands are currently working alongside the Imperial Ministry of State Security and the Imperial Ministry of Justice to deal with them. Until then, remain on high alert. While not as extreme as Taboritskyists, they are still terrorists and radical traitors. Any suspected members of the Order are to be reported immediately to local authorities.
Information on their membership and leaders is wanted. If any defectors have such information, please report to the nearest IMGB or IMY office.
End of report
One Empire, One People, One Goal
Hail the Confederation