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Grand Ole Republic contains 6 nations, the 3,604th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Cultured in Grand Ole Republic

After spending many tedious hours in coffee shops and concert halls, World Census experts have found the following nations to be the most cultured.

As a region, Grand Ole Republic is ranked 2,863rd in the world for Most Cultured.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Grand Council of Greater GeorginianaInoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists“Georgia Once More”
2.The Imperial State of DuvuriDemocratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens“What dwells beneath they ask. My answer: Everything.”
3.The United States of Zolotaya SobakaCorrupt Dictatorship Well-Meaning Dictatorship“We used to rule the world.”
4.The Enclaves of ZensparkFather Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy“Rawr how dare you?!”
5.The Republic of YrlylInoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists“From Many, One”
6.The Republic of Metropolitan 5Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists“Twirling Toward Freedom”

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Duvuri wrote:Grim: “Possibly.”

He said as he strolled over to the stand with Devosa, looking over everything and nodding.

Grim: “Ingredients are still ingredients after all, and it should help keep the reliance on the stored food we have back at the house. Also midd gf her be able to make a nice lunch for everyone, don’t you reckon?”

He replied cheerfully, taking note of the stares. No different from when they were in the refugee camp it seemed…at least here was a bit more refined so he wouldn’t be getting chased off the streets alongside Devosa.

Leaning forward, he whispered to her:

Grim: “Hey…people mightn’t want to sell to you with me around…I’m going to go off into the village a little bit but I’ll always be closer than you think.”

Devosa: “What? Why?”
Devosa seems oblivious.

Devosa: “They don’t even know you. Why would they dislike you?”

She’s never experienced any sort of racism. Matter fact the village they lived in, was a mixed community. So they all got along pretty well.

Devosa: “Oh! Is it because you look dark and mysterious like tha-“

Suddenly a stranger shouts at Devosa

???: “Xoho de jfoub ximud! De kucb kxuk xoho.

Devosa backs up a bit. Closer to Grim.

Devosa: “Ufecewaoj! Ufecewaoj! No de nudk fhercomj. Ma vhaodt de bden xen jfoub eih cudwiuwo.

The stranger growled a bit and looks at Devosa and then back at Grim. They walk away.

Devosa sighed in relief

Devosa: “They don’t like that we are speaking your peoples language.”

Zolotaya Sobaka wrote:Sin grabs his shadow and pulled it, pulling the old man away, making him miss and land on his back.

Corem gets up in a hurry. JC again used his powers of air to send a bunch focused on the man. Keeping him pinned down to the ground.

JC: “I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold him!”

(Apologies… It’s been weird these past days)

Sam is let go, but is tossed to the ground and ragdolled. The sounds of his body colliding with the ground resonate alongside the sounds of crunching and cracking bones.

The emperor backflips from being pulled back and lands perfectly on his toes. He's able to respond almost as quickly as J.C. can grab him, which he does. He tosses out a piercing rod of blazing, golden energy. J.C. is pierced through a lung. Aise is just getting back to his feet when he sees that.
Aise: "Wh- he's..."
He looks to the emperor.
Aise: "He's just a kid!"
"That is very reductive of you."
Aise: "I don't care how many times I gotta get back up, I'll have what ya' took..."
He holds his dha out, which gleams a light blue around its edge.
Aise: "Then I'll have ya' head."
"Then have it! Once you die my primary threat is gone!"
Aise starts walking forward. A thought breaks through his psyche, which is noted in his bitter expression being unsettled with the ferrow of his brow. He puts his dha to his waist, then gets to the ground and puts his right hand down.
"And now, I guess, is your time where you believe to have been reminded of a trope of one of your allies that you think is a sufficient trick to commit to yet another risky assault?"
Aise smirks.
Aise: "Ya' wrong!"
Aise warps just ahead, putting himself right in front of the emperor. He seems unsettled for some reason, but slices from his hip nonetheless.
Aise: "Sword to the- ..."
He stops himself just as the dha does right as it pierces the emperor's right side. Barely a scratch, but he seems furious. His fist rams into Aise's solarplexus, pushing him back and crouching. His dha drops to the ground, but arcs as it does so.
"You were not supposed to be capable of that here."
Aise: "Cwhau- what... what's that-"
"This will not be what I need, evident."

The ground starts shaking as the emperor begins hovering and golden light surrounds him. The sky gets pierced by golden light and the arena splits at its foundations. The islands of ground created begin taking flight. Sun, Moon, and stars above start spinning rapidly and out of control. Nebulaes form far out of the Solar System from colliding stars. Light itself accelerates beyond its old speed limit and the air around them contorts, creating new colors for them to view, first as fragments of existing light, then light photons fused into new measures of what light can be...

Then it stabilizes. All the world around them is gone as they're surrounded by a nebulae not the birthplace of stars, but of galactic systems all concentrated into a film of habitable space around them. Dragons encircle their now more rigid islands of the arena. The emperor hovers in the center of the arena.
"Welcome... to my Mandated Heaven."

Zolotaya Sobaka wrote:Devosa: “What? Why?”
Devosa seems oblivious.

Devosa: “They don’t even know you. Why would they dislike you?”

She’s never experienced any sort of racism. Matter fact the village they lived in, was a mixed community. So they all got along pretty well.

Devosa: “Oh! Is it because you look dark and mysterious like tha-“

Suddenly a stranger shouts at Devosa

???: “Xoho de jfoub ximud! De kucb kxuk xoho.

Devosa backs up a bit. Closer to Grim.

Devosa: “Ufecewaoj! Ufecewaoj! No de nudk fhercomj. Ma vhaodt de bden xen jfoub eih cudwiuwo.

The stranger growled a bit and looks at Devosa and then back at Grim. They walk away.

Devosa sighed in relief

Devosa: “They don’t like that we are speaking your peoples language.”

Grim: “Fur of a different colour…and also different language…huh…maybe the village was the best place for us to be despite…Manath.

There was a particular disdain that Grim held in his voice when talking about the former chief, now just a pile of sorry meat. While he didn’t necessarily mind the general feeling he got from thinking about him, it was pretty hard to shake how much of a creep that guy was.

Chuckling at her comment, he was about to respond before being interrupted by the stranger. He shuffled forwards, watching the stranger but not showing any signs of aggression. It already set itself in his mind that the people here wouldn’t like him, which was fine as long as he and Dev could make their way out without being chased down.

Grim: “Well…hmm, maybe soon we can compose a Dokani to Nahrishal and English dictionary…actually what do you call your dialect? It’d be nice to be able to communicate and understand everyone else without having to place the burden on you, Raya, Tam, Bûris, and Jericho.”

Duvuri wrote:Grim: “Fur of a different colour…and also different language…huh…maybe the village was the best place for us to be despite…Manath.

There was a particular disdain that Grim held in his voice when talking about the former chief, now just a pile of sorry meat. While he didn’t necessarily mind the general feeling he got from thinking about him, it was pretty hard to shake how much of a creep that guy was.

Chuckling at her comment, he was about to respond before being interrupted by the stranger. He shuffled forwards, watching the stranger but not showing any signs of aggression. It already set itself in his mind that the people here wouldn’t like him, which was fine as long as he and Dev could make their way out without being chased down.

Grim: “Well…hmm, maybe soon we can compose a Dokani to Nahrishal and English dictionary…actually what do you call your dialect? It’d be nice to be able to communicate and understand everyone else without having to place the burden on you, Raya, Tam, Bûris, and Jericho.”

Zolotaya Sobaka?

Greater Georginiana wrote:Sam is let go, but is tossed to the ground and ragdolled. The sounds of his body colliding with the ground resonate alongside the sounds of crunching and cracking bones.

The emperor backflips from being pulled back and lands perfectly on his toes. He's able to respond almost as quickly as J.C. can grab him, which he does. He tosses out a piercing rod of blazing, golden energy. J.C. is pierced through a lung. Aise is just getting back to his feet when he sees that.
Aise: "Wh- he's..."
He looks to the emperor.
Aise: "He's just a kid!"
"That is very reductive of you."
Aise: "I don't care how many times I gotta get back up, I'll have what ya' took..."
He holds his dha out, which gleams a light blue around its edge.
Aise: "Then I'll have ya' head."
"Then have it! Once you die my primary threat is gone!"
Aise starts walking forward. A thought breaks through his psyche, which is noted in his bitter expression being unsettled with the ferrow of his brow. He puts his dha to his waist, then gets to the ground and puts his right hand down.
"And now, I guess, is your time where you believe to have been reminded of a trope of one of your allies that you think is a sufficient trick to commit to yet another risky assault?"
Aise smirks.
Aise: "Ya' wrong!"
Aise warps just ahead, putting himself right in front of the emperor. He seems unsettled for some reason, but slices from his hip nonetheless.
Aise: "Sword to the- ..."
He stops himself just as the dha does right as it pierces the emperor's right side. Barely a scratch, but he seems furious. His fist rams into Aise's solarplexus, pushing him back and crouching. His dha drops to the ground, but arcs as it does so.
"You were not supposed to be capable of that here."
Aise: "Cwhau- what... what's that-"
"This will not be what I need, evident."

The ground starts shaking as the emperor begins hovering and golden light surrounds him. The sky gets pierced by golden light and the arena splits at its foundations. The islands of ground created begin taking flight. Sun, Moon, and stars above start spinning rapidly and out of control. Nebulaes form far out of the Solar System from colliding stars. Light itself accelerates beyond its old speed limit and the air around them contorts, creating new colors for them to view, first as fragments of existing light, then light photons fused into new measures of what light can be...

Then it stabilizes. All the world around them is gone as they're surrounded by a nebulae not the birthplace of stars, but of galactic systems all concentrated into a film of habitable space around them. Dragons encircle their now more rigid islands of the arena. The emperor hovers in the center of the arena.
"Welcome... to my Mandated Heaven."

They all stare in horror. Especially Roger.

Roger: “Did… You just accelerate time?! How?! WHY?!”

Raya was more angry about JC being stabbed. She starts to hopelessly bang on the window.

Corem tried to run over to JC.

Duvuri wrote:Zolotaya Sobaka?

Been sick for a while sorry

Duvuri wrote:Grim: “Fur of a different colour…and also different language…huh…maybe the village was the best place for us to be despite…Manath.

There was a particular disdain that Grim held in his voice when talking about the former chief, now just a pile of sorry meat. While he didn’t necessarily mind the general feeling he got from thinking about him, it was pretty hard to shake how much of a creep that guy was.

Chuckling at her comment, he was about to respond before being interrupted by the stranger. He shuffled forwards, watching the stranger but not showing any signs of aggression. It already set itself in his mind that the people here wouldn’t like him, which was fine as long as he and Dev could make their way out without being chased down.

Grim: “Well…hmm, maybe soon we can compose a Dokani to Nahrishal and English dictionary…actually what do you call your dialect? It’d be nice to be able to communicate and understand everyone else without having to place the burden on you, Raya, Tam, Bûris, and Jericho.”

Devosa: “Good luck with that… People here are too grim to learn anything new. Especially since they hold on to old traditions by heart. It’s… nice in some ways, but sometimes it’s real sad to see that we can’t seem to learn anything new.”

Zolotaya Sobaka wrote:Been sick for a while sorry

Ah, no problem

Zolotaya Sobaka wrote:Devosa: “Good luck with that… People here are too grim to learn anything new. Especially since they hold on to old traditions by heart. It’s… nice in some ways, but sometimes it’s real sad to see that we can’t seem to learn anything new.”

Grim: “Give it time, no good change ever comes quickly. They’ll learn soo enough, but all we can do for now is get started just so that all of us can understand each other better. No point in harbouring secrets, right? Well, aside from the embarrassing ones…or the juicy gossipy ones.”

He said with a small chuckle, looking about as he held onto that orb that had threatened them from before.

Grim: “Plus…oh I can’t resist not knowing, so how was Ark’s first night in the village? Hear about him getting up to any trouble?”

Zolotaya Sobaka wrote:They all stare in horror. Especially Roger.

Roger: “Did… You just accelerate time?! How?! WHY?!”

Raya was more angry about JC being stabbed. She starts to hopelessly bang on the window.

Corem tried to run over to JC.

The ground between Corem and J.C. separates, forming floating islands between them. When Corem falls off he's sent tumbling with next-to-no gravity. It's restored when he lands down on the ground J.C.'s at.

The crowd begins to roar, a single word unifying them as soon as they synchronize in chanting:
"HEAVEN! HEAVEN! HEAVEN!"

Aise looks up, then over at J.C., then to Sam. He seems overwhelmed.
Aise: "Ya'... ya' can't... ya' can't do any've this, it ain't right!"
"Yes, yes, it does hurt to lose, does it? Well, prince, sad for you, but games will not go your way every time."
He lands down in front of Aise, who is holding an arm back as though it's hurt.
"And that must be your signature play card you burn, is that right?"
Aise looks back, somewhat defeated, then tosses it at the emperor without looking to try and ambush, yet...

The emperor simoly catches a card with no signs of fire. He tosses it down, disintegrating the black ace of spades to ash. He approaches Aise with an executioner's ax that forms in his hands at will.
"And now, dear prince, is your end."
Aise: "And what makes ya' think that ya' gonna hit me?"
"I am the ruler of everything, the mechanical hands-- I am in this world, so it is."
Aise chuckles.
Aise: "Time? Ya' know I've dealt with ya' type before, all the time manipulators ya' could imagine."
"You misunderstand."
He grabs Aise, who attemps to strike back, but finds himself stopped in place.
"I am no changer of anything here, for here is me. My mandate."
Aise's eyes slowly look to Roger with a plea for anything at all held behind their lenses.

Behind the emperor comes a swoosh of wind, then a squishy sound. Sam, barely able to stand, stabbed through the back of the monarch. The emperor tosses Aise down, then spins rapidly. The sword Sam used snaps in half, followed by the emperor pulling the stuck half through his own body and using its dull edge to cut Sam from him to shoulder, severing the man behind the split sword in two. Sam's upper half falls and his lower half collapses, followed by the now-open parts of the halves exploding with energy. Sam holds onto where he is with his one very pale arm before grabbing onto the emperor's leg. A stream of bubbles flow from Sam's fingers to the quickly-healing wound on the enemy's body. Bubbles crowd in and bloat inside the body, closed in by the emperor's own healing. He crouches down and picks Sam up by the forehead.
Sam: "Fryse. If 'at lil' Jes' dies... 'venge us so we can chase 'is so'oul 'own in 'ell f'r all 'ternity."
The emperor's entire torso explodes open, heals over, and is followed by him simply closing his fingers slightly and blowing apart Sam's head, leaving only a burnt skull where his face was. The emperor drops the skull and turns back to Aise, who is now gone...

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