General Assembly
Security Council
Governor: 
The Republic of Prince of Thieves
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: 
The Republic of Prince of Thieves
Last WA Update:
Embassies: BLITZKRIEG.
Tags: Anti-Communist and Minuscule.
Lego City is home to a single nation.
Today's World Census Report
The Highest Poor Incomes in Lego City
The World Census studied the spending power of the poorest 10% of citizens in each nation.
As a region, Lego City is ranked 31,440th in the world for Highest Poor Incomes.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | The Republic of Prince of Thieves | Iron Fist Consumerists Imperialist Pig Dog Oppressors | “Deep sleep guaranteed” |
Regional Happenings
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The Republic of Bud Lightyear departed this region for The Vedigothic Imperium.
- : The Republic of Bud Lightyear arrived from The Vedigothic Imperium.
- : Ophanim lunae departed this region for Araboth.
- : Ophanim lunae arrived from Araboth.
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The Fort Nanortalik of Lego card farm departed this region for Regionless.
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The Stratocratic Technostate of United Purgatory of the region Spyra proposed constructing embassies.
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The Tanbark Sails of Hugo Boss of the region BLITZKRIEG cancelled the closure of its embassy in Lego City.
- : Blast from the past of the region BLITZKRIEG ordered the closure of its embassy in Lego City.
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The Haitian Revolutionaries of The Free Black Republic of the region Pecan Sandies proposed constructing embassies.
- : The Haitian Revolutionaries of The Free Black Republic of the region Pecan Sandies proposed constructing embassies.
Lego City Regional Message Board
Loading...Post by Dragonkid suppressed by Prince of Thieves.
Hey uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you look bored, wanna come to my region, it's fun it's called Stupidity and all my friend r there
Post by Dragonkid suppressed by Prince of Thieves.
Omg nvrmd you were here only 4 years ago... Haha gotta goooooo
He-he-hello there
Anyone??
The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me—he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.
The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.
I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
I bequeathe myself to the dirt, to grow from the grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;
Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.
--Uncle Walt
Hi there!
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