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Embassies: LazCorp, A Lazarene Card Farm, The North Pacific, The East Pacific, the South Pacific, the West Pacific, Osiris, Balder, the Rejected Realms, Gay, One big Island, Hell, Caer Sidi, Thalassia, 10000 Islands, The Free Nations Region, and 5 others.Warzone Asia, Warzone Airspace, Warzone Africa, Grace of Gaia, and Anteria.

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Lazarus contains 7,739 nations, the 4th most in the world.

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As a region, Lazarus is ranked 4,976th in the world for Most Developed.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Benevolent Queendom of Divine CervineDemocratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens“Where the deer’s swift leap startles the wild bee”
2.The Armed Republic of RousannasDemocratic Socialists Ordinary Caring Intelligent World Citizens“Groovus!”
3.The Grand Holy Imperial Empire of General MikePsychotic Dictatorship Fascist Dictatorship“Even the end of the world will be dull and a let down.”
4.The Galactic Imperium Invictum of DarkiumCorrupt Dictatorship Well-Meaning Dictatorship“Vae Victus!!”
5.The Democratic Party of EkamatraAuthoritarian Democracy Mouth-Breathing Creationists“Don't Assume Malice For What Stupidity Can Explain”
6.The Federation of AiganiaScandinavian Liberal Paradise Normal“We know it”
7.The Transoceanic Republic of Aguaria MajorLiberal Democratic Socialists Open-Minded Education State“Never forget George Floyd.”
8.The Fair State of LariniaLiberal Democratic Socialists Open-Minded Education State“Verzyelet es aldulzát”
9.The Dominion of MechaerikistanPsychotic Dictatorship Fascist Dictatorship“Saber Omnia Vincit”
10.The Mysterious Island of AntirrhopusLiberal Democratic Socialists Open-Minded Education State“Unlock the Golden Door of Freedom.”
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The Most Serene Republic of Mzeusia wrote:The title says it all! What be yer answers? Arrr.

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Loftegen 3 wrote:James Ysar was dying. Lady Zaharra sat next to him in his hospital room.

"Lady?" he asked, in the tone of a man dying, who knew what was happening, but at the same time did not understand.

"I'm here, James," she said, taking his hand.

"I beg leave to surrender my office," James said. He hadn't been Prime Minister for twenty years, but no longer remembered that.

"You have that leave. You have served me well, and I will never forget you. Now go, sleep, and dream, until the world is renewed."

With his last breath, James Ysar said, "Yes, Lady."

James Ysar's wife, children, and grandchildren were among the very few who had ever seen Lady Zaharra cry.

On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

Loftegen 3 wrote:.

From the Offices of the Department of Foreign Relations of the FRCP

Upon hearing of the unfortunate death of Mr. James Ysar, despite never meeting the man, I was shocked. It had never occurred to me that those who served their country so diligently like he during crises like the New Light Order insurgency could ever die. I pray that his funeral service, which for circumstances beyond our control no representative of ours will be able to attend, properly decorates and acknowledges him for his achievements and steady command.

And although an ocean and many, many political divides and circumstances may divide our two nations, the Federal Republic nevertheless sends its best wishes for the family, friends, and citizenry that without a doubt benefited from his staunch and unyielding spirit, but due to the ever-changing countenance of life will no longer relish in his presence.

On another note, we ask that as no state of war exists between the FRCP and the Federal Republic of Loftegen, that your vessels and aircraft, military or otherwise, abide by the South Seas Commerce Declarations. Much thanks to you, foreigner.

Signed with solemn regards,
Nikita Kazakov
Chairman of the Department of Foreign Relations

The victim had just been identified by his sister as a Mr Johnathan Klosis. Yousafi scowled through the window at the body in the other room. Miss Klosis was being led away, teary-eyed by another officer. The dead man had not been reported missing due to strained familial ties and few friends to miss him. It was now a few days since Klosis had been found, and the forensic analysis had come back a few hours ago. The death had occurred roughly twelve hours before its discovery, meaning it was dumped in the early morning hours. The cause of death had ultimately been strangulation, but signs of blunt force trauma were also present. Few other clues as to the man's killer had been found.

An officer walks in, mug of tea in hand. "Something the matter?"

"Not much to go on." Yousafi answers. "The victim I mean. Reclusive man. We'll have to ask neighbours more about him, but it isn't looking promising."

The officer sipped her tea. "Better get going then."

An hour or so later, they had reached the last known residence of Mr Klosis. It was a grungy motel on the edge of the same forest his body had been found. Inside the unairconditioned interior of the motel lobby, Yousafi's scowl was stronger than ever, as a tired, overweight women glared back.

"I'm sorry officer, but that's it. He hardly ever came out his room and I wasn't on duty when he apparently did." Her mouse clicked a few times before she scrolled down the page of whatever her computer screen was showing. Come back in two days. You can talk to the receptionist then."

Yousafi sighed. "You can look up the receptionist's address, right? Or a phone number?"

I could." came the reply.

Yousafi stepped closer. "Ma'am, do you want to be charged with obstructing a murder investigation, because that is what I'm trying to conduct here. Just give me the information and I can leave you alone." He gestured around the empty lobby. "I can see you're very busy, so the sooner I leave, the better."

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, before scrawling a phone number onto a piece of paper. "Need anything else?" she muttered.

"The names of the people staying here during Klosis's stay, and if they are still staying here."

Now with a list of names, Yousafi's scowl lightened. He and the other officers would have to begin speaking to those on the list about Klosis. Most had already left the motel, but police had their phone numbers. The first name was of a man apparently due to leave the motel in a day. Yousafi moved up the stairs to begin the questioning.

Dernel wrote:You see, i prefer drinking the blood of your northern allies from their skulls. I have class.

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Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

The Emperor of Cianlandia, Kial'Dir IV, sends his respects to the allied nation of Loftegen in their hour of mourning. As is traditional in Cianlandia when an important and friendly foreigner dies, the Capital of Natcht lits vacant funeral pyres.

Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

In response to this grave news, Elliot Jania has ordered the sacrifice of eleven goats in James Ysar's name. Prayers for the man were said in the major temples in Mzeusia.

Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

Zubeknakov heard the news, he barely understood what this mans death meant, but nonetheless felt the need to help. He decided to send Purgadellhi with a bakers dozen of fresh bombolini.

Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

In Treadwellia, Tubbius the Corpulent Claus gives a sad mmph. He remembers little Jimmy Ysar, who was always on the nice list and left lovely plates of carefully arranged cookies next to his offering of milk.

Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

"So I heard the prime minister of Loftgen just kicked the bucket." Kamreon said nonchalantly as his rook took his sisters pawn. "Hate to hear that, we should that goddess of theres a fruit basket or something." "Does she even eat?" Alice shrugged her shoulders "Your geuss is as good as mine." "I thought you knew everything about the gods, dear sister." "Zaharras diffrent from our deities" She moved her bishop into position to take Kamreons queen. "Besides were in a matrix anyways, this world was created by a organization called Lazcorp. I dont know all the details but needless to say none of us actually exist." "Gotta say Alice, I really dont know how to feel about your teachings. Do you really want all of New Vedan thinking the whole worlds nothing but a figment of someone else's imagination?" "Its the truth, these eyes of mine have seen what lies beyond the fourth wall." "Well they should have been looking at this game instead, because that's checkmate!" Alice looked at the board and sighed "best two out of three?" "Your on."

Loftegen 3 wrote:On a bright and sunny day, in the Ysanny cemetary of Altenburg, James Ysar was laid to rest. As his casket was lowered into the ground, jets flew overhead. By tradition, he was laid in the earth with his head toward Ys, the spiritual center of the Ysanny faith. Also by tradition, his family gathered about his head, his daughters(literal and figurative) weeping, while his sons (likewise) beat their chests with grief. On either side stood his friends, comrades of many years, allies, compatriots. At his feet stood Her, alone, silent, in the place for strangers.

When the service was over the priest addressed the Lady and said, "Lady, do you wish to add to his eulogy?"

Lady Zaharrah sniffed. "He once told me, 'There was a door,'" she said. "He dared to mock me..." She took up a handful of earth, and cast it on the coffin in the grave below. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will meet again my friend, I have faith." She collapsed to her knees, and prostrated herself before his grave. As did all others around: for he had been a great man.

Daniel read over the report once again. “Our southern friends are sending messages. Some big ceremony up in Loftegen.” Daniel reaches for his phone and dialed his aides number. “Send Loftegen’s leadership a birthday card. It’s someone’s birthday so let’s just do everyone.”

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