Hell
WA Delegate: 
The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker (elected )
Last WA Update:
Embassies: Underworld, the Rejected Realms, the West Pacific, the South Pacific, Lazarus, The Bar on the corner of every region, Antarctic Oasis, Mordor, Philosophy 115, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, The Atheist Empire, Zombieland, Heaven, Exodus, A Liberal Haven, and 24 others.Glass Gallows, Solid Kingdom, The Satanic Cathedral, New York, The Red Empire of the Toad, Trav khar, The Order of the Grey Wardens, The Iceberg Lounge, Game of Thrones, Christmas, Citadel of Ricks, Warzone Asia, Warzone Europe, The Cuckoos Egg, Abydos, Avadam Inn, Fort Triumph, ravana, Japan, LGBT University, Atlantis, Thaecia, The NewsStand, and Lisseum.
Construction of embassies with The Commonwealth Of The Argimin has commenced. Completion expected .
Tags: Commended, Featured, Founderless, Large, Password, Snarky, and Surreal.
Regional Power: High
Hell contains 54 nations, the 336th most in the world.
Today's World Census Report
The Largest Agricultural Sector in Hell
World Census bean-counters on horseback guided herds of cattle to slaughter in order to determine which nations have the largest agricultural sectors.
As a region, Hell is ranked 3,482nd in the world for Largest Agricultural Sector.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Slow Loud Breathers of Donkervader | Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors | “All your planets are belong to us!” | |
| 2. | The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker | Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy | “I am the daringest devil you've ever met, love.” | |
| 3. |  The Anti-Harry Potter Prison of Eta Carinae | Psychotic Dictatorship Fascist Dictatorship | “Anyone caught with Harry Potter will be EXECUTED!” | |
| 4. |  The Pub of Cynical Alcoholics | Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy | “So it goes.” | |
| 5. |  The Satanic Empire of Big Jim P | Left-Leaning College State Paradise | “Hell knows what Heaven only suspects. Hail Satan.” | |
| 6. |  The Evil Mad Scientists of Freddland | Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors | “Hmmm...That wasn't supposed to happen.” | |
| 7. |  The Cold Heart of Neon Frost | Civil Rights Lovefest Brave Progressives | “All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.” | |
| 8. |  The Wall of WerGod | Corporate Police State Halliburton | “The laddie reckons himself a poet!” | |
| 9. |  The Intellectual Cannibal of Doctor Lecter | Father Knows Best State Suspiciously Conservative Democracy | “I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti” | |
| 10. |  The Utterly Awesomenessismatron of Evil Personz | Corporate Police State Halliburton | “I bring you pain, the kind you can't suffer quietly...” |
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Regional Happenings
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The 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪 of Altmoras updated the World Factbook entry.
- : Embassy established between Lisseum and Hell.
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The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker agreed to construct embassies with The Commonwealth Of The Argimin.
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The Constitutional Monarchy of Swatteuer of the region The Commonwealth Of The Argimin proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker agreed to construct embassies with Lisseum.
- : The 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔲𝔪 of Altmoras updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker added a dispatch.
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The Commonwealth of Kor Pantaal of the region Lisseum proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Mad King of Hell of The Stalker updated the World Factbook entry.
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The People's Republic of Ekathva of the region Sacred Island of Nevarea proposed constructing embassies.
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Lady Vera opened her eyes that had become sore with tears. She had slid the blade across her neck, cursing the made up deities. She renounced her worldly titles, and asked no forgiveness for her many sins. She had been not only promiscuous, but a bloodsucking woman who drained life for an empty promise of beauty. Her vanity was notorious. She could now see her true demonic form in her reflection upon the waters of Styx. She was no longer the beautiful woman she once was but something horrifying with a gaping chasm across her throat bleeding black ooze. Her smile enlarged and she began to cry and laugh simultaneously. She was now in Hell.
Lady Vera spent her first day in Hell walking the bank of the river Styx. All the while she seemed to never really get anywhere. In the center of the river was an island. "This must be the Isle of the Dead", she thought to herself. So far, Hell had been a lonely place. She had not yet stumbled upon some hideous creature and the underworld was not brimming with the cries of multitudes of damned.
After a while she found a bar at the shore connected to a dock. It was the Iceburg Lounge. She had drank her fill of bitter liquor. The fluid seemed to have an astringent effect on her neck. The burning sensation felt good. The gash where she slit her own neck seemed to be healing on its own.
She was on the dock now, looking at the isle in the center of the river pondering how to get there. She didn't want to look at the water because she didn't want to see the reflection of the creature she'd become, but, she looked anyway wanting to see if at all her image changed back to the beautiful woman she knew in her vanity's mirror. Instead, beneath the water were dead. Dead men in military uniforms, medieval armor; Romans, Egyptians, US infantry, Nazis, Vikings; all with a drowning expression in their faces.
Lady Vera, startled, fell back on the dock and heard a rattle by a nearby post. A horn, made from a ram's horn hung about. She immediately remembered of the legend of Charon. She knew if she blew it then he'd come. [ ;) ] Luckily, in her dress was a gold coin sewn at the hemline which was the traditional Demonos traditional burial practice. She explored her dress and found the hard piece of coin in the hem of her neckline. She ripped out the coin causing the dress to show a bit of her cleavage. It was a gold Crux with the image of her on the coin. This was the last proof she had been beautiful once. As much as she hated parting with this coin she knew it was the only way to get to the isle. She seized the horn and blew...
Hell was commended?
Your burning of sinners is very much appreciated. :P
Stalker is commended too on one of his other nations.
Charon, within his boat, appeared as a mirage heading toward Lady Vera upon the dock. As he approached, the ambient temperature seemed to decay into cold. This is the first being that Lady Vera had encountered in Hell and she was eager for conversation.
"So, you must be Charon."
Charon, who looked exactly as expected, only nodded.
"I want to get to that island, can you take me there?"
He nodded again and held out his hand. The hand that beckoned for coin was entirely fleshed nor boney. It was a mix between exposed skeleton, maggots, and mangled flesh. Lady Vera gingerly placed her gold coin in the palm of his hand. The fingers grasped the coin and retreated to a hidden purse under his cloak. He motioned her to climb aboard.
With little difficulty, Lady Vera boarded the small ferry. Charon waited till it steadied and without having to push off, the boat seemed to begin a course toward the island.
"I have always wondered, Charon, what do you do with all those coins?"
*silence*
"You must have a large fortune by now. Where do you put it all"
Only the small bumps of what may be bodies under the murky water could be heard upon the hull. "Do you know where one can find a sword, Charon?"
The boat stopped and Lady Vera could feel the gaze of the boatman piercing her. The boatman nodded. With his finger he pointed to the island and then continued.
Although Lady Vera wasn't satisfied with his answer, she was in no position to interrogate him further. She was going to need something to defend herself if she was going to enter Hell. The boatman reached the other side and landed on the shore of this island.
When Lady Vera disembarked she thanked Charon and as he nodded the boat began to retreat back to the waters of Styx. A fog engulfed the boatman and the shore where she had begun her crossing was unable to be seen.
She was now upon the Isle of the Dead...
https://youtu.be/dbbtmskCRUY
Nuke Day starts at a slightly different time than stated in my telegram.
Count down is here: page=news/2020/09/22/index.html
Factbook is pinned to the WFE with details.
“We impose order on the chaos of faction evolution. You exist because we allow it, and you will end because we demand it.”
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The Stalker when asked the purpose of the Horsemen of the Apocalypse.The non-aggression pact, the shameless megafaction, the backroom agreement, these are the tools of cowards and weaklings. True glory rests in the hands of those who succeed on their own merits. Strength is the only currency accepted by The Atom, and only the strong will prosper on N-Day. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse are the greatest faction in N-Day history, that is a simple fact, the highest score ever, the highest faction population ever, the most nukes ever, the most shields ever, the only faction to ever finish at #1 with no radiation, our accolades are limitless, our abilities are peerless. You all know who we are, and you know what we're about. If you wish to free yourself from the shackles placed upon you by bickering cowards and sycophants then seek us out. The ability to choose what is destroyed, when, and in what manner is the exclusive prerogative of the powerful, following the weak will only lead to you being counted among the vanquished.
RP aside, we dominated virtually unchallenged last time, and we're going to win again this time even if it requires us to actually try a little. If you want to be in the #1 faction then join us, accept no substitutes. As [v] herself said, 549 out of 574 Factions finished with a negative score, of the 25 positive scores one was us and the other 24 stayed positive solely because we couldn't be bothered to wreck them.
If you want to flex on all the other nerds that play this game join our Discord now and join our faction once the event starts.
Discord link: https://discord.gg/6gcjmmd
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder, One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw, and behold...
The Count Down: page=news
It's time for round five my friends, The Horsemen of the Apocalypse ride once again.
Hell, Underworld, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Lily, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse reunite for round five.
For those not around last time and for those of us in need of a refresher please read over the NS News dispatch here; page=dispatch/id=874170
Simple Version.
1. Join faction to start building production
2. Spend Production on missiles or shields
3. Use missile to strike foes for points, use shields to stop incoming missiles
4. Read ^ dispatch, V read the Plan.
5. Be on the Discord! >>> HERE! <<<
The Plan
This year we show no mercy. Join us and you will be free to attack whomever you wish, we have only targets and make no non-aggression pacts.
Join us on the discord for organization hits, or pick your own targets on your own.
Stick to your specialty, if you're military build nukes, if you're strategic build shields. If you're economic do whatever you please. Whatever your specialization be ready to fight at the start, who knows how many losers from last year will try and fail to get revenge on us early.
Altmoras is the Lord of War, leader of the Horsemen, follow his orders.
Like last time we work from the shadows again. We don't start fights or hit randomly, we won't draw blood, we will slaughter them all at once. We will focus on small or inactive groups. We will avoid taking strikes and create truces.
Best way to avoid becoming a repeated target will be to keep our defense strong, if they can't land a strike on us, and we don't attack them, they will move on. While we'll focus on earning points.
I wanna encourage folks to have a 40% offense, 60% defense slant on production. Particularly at the start of the game and while people are more active. At the start we will see a lot of attacks coming in from everywhere, so have your defenses ready. Remember it is better to stop the first attack to discourage future attacks, strikes only get easier later on.
All of this will be organized through our discord.
Altmoras is the Lord of War, leader of the Horsemen, follow his orders.
FAQ
How many nations to use?
Short answer, as many as you can manage, and in relationship to the time you plan to put in.
Everyone should use at least one nation, if you plan to put in the time and effort use a few more. Remember you build resource/"production" only when the nation is in the Faction. Allowing you to buy shields and missiles, more nations means more you can build up, have one nation just for defense, one for missiles, etc.
However more nations also means more targets for our foes to target! So you gotta pull the weight of the nations you use. Lots of inactive targets is bad, what we want is the right amount of active folks making best use of the max production they can handle.
Does this affect my nations stats??
No! There are no long term repercussions.
Horsemen Scores of prior N-Days
N-Day I: We made it into 30th for top strike, our offense was on point. However we didn't have nearly enough defense, we also attacked indiscriminately, started fights, and got mass attacked by everyone in return.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse.
N-Day II: We made it into 12th place with 12,606 strikes, and only taking 5,827 hits.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, and bringers of the apocalypse.
N-Day III: We rocked the house taking 2nd place thanks to the tireless work of Altmoras, with 67,539 strikes, and only taking a mere 39 hits.
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, Citadel of Ricks, and bringers of the apocalypse.
N-Day IV: We won. We came in 1st. 332,564 strikes and not a single hit landed on us. We are the Kings of the Apocalypse!! Great work to all involved, special thanks to organizer and leader of the Horsemen Altmoras!
Member Regions: Hell, Underworld, Glass Gallows, Middle Earth, Hippy Haven, Citadel of Ricks, The Order of the Grey Wardens, Lily, and bringers of the apocalypse.
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.
Join us!
Go to hell!
Oh wait...
The Isle of the Dead was barren. From the shoreline where Lady Vera disembarked, a pathway lined with dead cypress lead inland toward its center: a towering structure of marble monoliths. A mist hovered inches above the ground and mingled below the ankle line. The Isle's dirt was black, almost volcanic, with the remains of creatures scattered about: half buried and half exposed. There was no sound but the licking tide of Styx upon the site of embarkment behind her.
She took a deep breath, and advanced. The crunching earth underfoot was her only company as she approached the Isle's monolithic center. In her peripheral vision shadows seemed to duck from behind cypress seemingly to run behind her. Although her footsteps sounded her advance, these shadows made no noise. When she would look directly in their direction, there was no hint of their existence. As soon as she looked forward, they again haunted the edge of her vision. The temperature began to rise as she approached the monolithic structure.
"Well if it isn't the late princess of Demonos, Vera Fallenangel!" A voice echoed out.
"Who are you," she had been startled, "show yourself!"
From behind a column above the structure was a hooded figure stepping into view. It floated downward and placed itself upon the pathway leading to the Isle's singular structure. He blocked her advance. "I was wondering when you would get here. Expecting it. So it may be." The hooded figure gave a laugh that was impeded by a lifetime of smoking. Lady Vera was not amused and did not answer.
"Where are my manners? I know who you are but you don't know me. We knew each other well up there, before you had had me flayed and quartered that is. Then you took over my congregation and had my ministers burned."
"Enoch!", Lady Vera knew immediately
"I was a prophet, my lady! Wait, what are you a 'lady' of now? Look at what you've become, All your vanity was for naught. You're horrifying! I think when you fell you hit everything on the way down."
"Of course you would be here, Enoch, I had you executed because of your tastes. Little boys feared you, and, with good reason. Then you had the audacity to proclaim that the Nazarene would once again rule over Demonos." Lady Vera felt no fear now. What she felt could only be described as a rage. "It's good to see you down here, violator, I might have the pleasure to harm you twice."
Enoch gave out another laugh. "How do you propose to do that? You've no power down here. You're weak and lack even the basic means of defense." The Isle began to get darker and thunder could be heard in the distance. "This is Hell, little woman, you are out of your element here."
Enoch removed his cloak to reveal a monster. His skin had turned grey and pustules and boils covered his body with his most intimate areas covered in open wounds occupied by live maggots. He smelled as fermented eggs and when uncovered an army of flies gathered to this exquisite filth. His smile revealed fangs. He had had his eyes popped out. His limbs had been sewn back together and looked as though it was intentionally made to make him look doll-like: an infernal plaything. Upon his body where he had been flayed exposed broken bone was visible. He let out a screech and began running at Lady Vera.
There was no fear within her anymore. She felt angered beyond belief. He came upon her. She instinctively rammed her clawed arm through his chest where his heart had once been. It tore through as though made of a rotten peach skin. Black blood flowed upon her, bathing her in his filth. Her other arm grabbed his neck and squeezed. She pulled off a large chunk of his rotting flesh from the area and a drowning scream was loosed by Enoch. She opened her mouth and attached herself to his neck and began to drink. He struggled and began to claw at her to release him. His movements became weaker. Then he moved less, until, he stopped moving completely.
The demon blood now within her gave her a feeling of arousal and warmth. She dropped his corpse and it turned to ash. The thunder in the distance turned to rain overhead. The rain upon the Isle seemed to baptize her and the filth of Enoch was washed away...
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