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Governor Ad Interim (Governor): The Fisherman's Haven of Strogamehouf

WA Delegate: None.

Founder: The Fisherman's Haven of Strogamehouf

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Largest Gambling Industry: 2nd Largest Trout Fishing Sector: 2nd Most Subsidized Industry: 3rd+29
Most Ignorant Citizens: 22nd Most Eco-Friendly Governments: 22nd Best Weather: 31st Highest Crime Rates: 33rd Most Efficient Economies: 39th Most Armed: 42nd Most Beautiful Environments: 47th Most Primitive: 48th Most Politically Apathetic Citizens: 49th Most Corrupt Governments: 66th Largest Basket Weaving Sector: 67th Most Valuable International Artwork: 69th Largest Furniture Restoration Industry: 117th Most Avoided: 139th Most Secular: 187th Rudest Citizens: 188th Highest Average Incomes: 213th Highest Unexpected Death Rate: 215th Most Advanced Public Transport: 328th Largest Black Market: 381st Highest Wealthy Incomes: 405th Largest Governments: 668th Largest Agricultural Sector: 796th Largest Soda Pop Sector: 1,064th Highest Average Tax Rates: 1,412th Largest Retail Industry: 1,573rd Highest Disposable Incomes: 2,066th Highest Poor Incomes: 2,973rd Highest Economic Output: 3,078th
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Map

This is the map of The Guild of Generations created by The Sleepiness of The Toll . It has 0 estimated diplomatic weight behind it, the most in The Guild of Generations. It is one of 1 maps of The Guild of Generations.

Embassies: The Embassy, Guinea Kiribati, Trashland, Pecan Sandies, Hollow Point, Gypsy Lands, The Embassy 3, Regionless, Metropolitan Corvinia, The Region Game, Century of Change, The new region, Gospels, Tomb of The Toll, and Cole World.

Tags: Anti-Fascist, Casual, F7er, Minuscule, Silly, and Trading Cards.

The Guild of Generations is home to a single nation.

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The Most Developed in The Guild of Generations

The World Census compiles a "Human Development Index" by measuring citizens' average life expectancy, education, and income.

As a region, The Guild of Generations is ranked 31,323rd in the world for Most Developed.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Fisherman's Haven of StrogamehoufMoralistic Autocracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots“All Hail The Radioactive Goo Fish!”

Regional Happenings

  • : The Republic of NC Mining 1 of the region Jotunheimr proposed constructing embassies.
  • : Original world trade center ceased to exist.
  • : Strogamehoufian colony 5 ceased to exist.
  • : Strogamehoufian colony 4 ceased to exist.
  • : Strogamehoufian colony 3 ceased to exist.
  • : Strogamehoufian colony 2 ceased to exist.
  • : Strogamehoufian colony ceased to exist.
  • : Muwo 6 ceased to exist.
  • : Calacia ceased to exist.
  • : Isle of trutta ceased to exist.

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The Guild of Generations Regional Message Board

"CC this is Section1552, the breach has been contained. Reporting three confirmed KIA, and one MIA, currently searching for the latter. Regarding the anomaly, it appears to have moved several miles south of its last recorded position. Recommending relocating residents in S44D12 and S43D12 to S42D12." Taking another glance around the area, he confirmed that the trucks were being loaded with bodies, as it's frowned upon just to leave them there. The family has gotta have their funeral, right? Walking to his truck, he double checked he had all of his remaining ammunition on him, as well as notified his truckmate to strip the bodies of their equipment, as nothing was to be left out of easy reach during emergency. He buzzed down his window, and shouted to one of the K9 operators. "Give it another fifteen minutes, if there is no sign of him, he's long gone. No chance in hell we find him, if there is even any of him left to find." After the man nodded to communicate he heard him, he trekked back off into the woods. After a couple of minutes of sitting there and writing his report, Central Communications sent him a response. "Message received. Relocation is estimated to occur in about an hour, head back to the relay and drop off your surplus, and then head down to aid in the cities. Your group will be working with Section33Q and Section 5921 in clearing the path to ensure there is a reliable route to follow. 22 and 321P will be with you as a defensive force while you work. If there is a threat, do not hesitate to engage it. Good luck, soldier." Ah, he wouldn't get a break tonight would he? No point in complaining, it's not like this has never happened before, and by no means will this be the last time. He called his wife to let her know he'd be busy for the next few days, and bid her his love. Resting his head on his steering wheel, he waited for the K9 unit to come up empty, as there was no shot he was still around here after this much time has passed. After boring himself of picking at his fingernails, he climbed out of the truck and meandered over to the team dealing with the corpses. After exchanging questions and answers, as well as a crude joke or two about the situation, he sighed as they once more double checked everything, and then double checked the double checking. No room for error in these parts. He once again checked his watch, unsurprised to see that it had only been 6 minutes since the K9 left the AO. After climbing into his truck once again, only to have to get back out right after he buckled in, only to get a trivial question that could have been answered by literally everyone else, he finally got a moment to just sit there and listen to the engines idle. Eventually, after much fidgeting, he saw the K9 team return, and answered their solemn head shaking with a shrug. Nothing he could do about it. They then packed everything up, double checked once again, and finally left the scene. Another mundane drive through the dark forest, with the headlight beams being the only thing visible. "Sometimes boring is good for you." his wife had once said. He remembered retorting with "Sometimes letting someone complain without interrupting them is good for you." She had gone to bed after that. He remembered saying "same sh​it, different day," which would've pissed her off even more had she heard it, but he didn't really care. You can't control how others feel. He was jostled out of his thoughts by a slightly larger bump than normal, and joined in the radio call with the rest of the crew. "Y'all think we'll get to sleep tonight?" he asked. "Surely we'll have time, the anomaly isn't moving [i]that fast." one of them replied. And at that he was content. He flicked it back off, and let the driving consume him.

He slammed his foot into the lock and the door broke open. "Hernandez, Sidinao, back left. Juden, Cermen, breach right door. Delestia, Travalge, cover my rear." he ordered. As the three raced down the hallway, you could hear the doors splintering and metal clanging against the ground. At the end of a hallway stood a wooden door with yet another lock, which he promptly shoulder rammed and plowed through without slowing. "Wratulin! Here! Delestia shouted. He turned around and ran to the hall closet Delestia was at, and saw the two children, the oldest of which couldn't have been more than 7. "Check them to make sure they aren't sick too." he reminded, and was met by "All good boss, they're clean." Then they all heard the shrieks. Couldn't have been more than a couple miles out. "Hernandez! Sidinao! Get to the van! Travalge, grab the kids and go!" Travalge immediately chucked his gun across the room and threw the kids over his shoulders into a firemans carry, and sprinted down the hallway. From the passenger seat Sidinao had already started the car, and Hernandez already had one foot on the gas before he was even fully in the van. Wratulin ripped the firecrackers out of his bag, lit them, and threw them out the window on the opposite side of the building. The shrieks were no more than a kilometer away now, and Wratulin positioned Juden and Cermen at the back windows. "Give them Hell." was his only order, what else could he say? Don't die? Not with these things. The four of them watched as the figures burst forth from the treeline and hounded the firecrackers. After they stopped popping, the Deathhunters all turned towards the house simultaneously. Both sides stood there and stared for what felt like eons, but in reality had been only milliseconds. "Delestia! Get the front!" Both men sprinted down there, and held the small entryway. They watched as the van dissappeared into the horizon, and Wratulin released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. The kids were home free, thank the Lord. Several seconds of waiting later, the first of the Deathhunters crammed into the doorway, and the two dumped their ammunition into the things skulls, the two alternating between reloading and firing as to leave no room for the beasts to breathe. As they ran out of ammo, they were left to fight with nothing but brute force, and the two took to swinging the butts of their guns into the things. After the weapons were rendered into splintered messes, they were left with nothing but their knives. While in the middle of gutting one, Wratulin watched as one sprinted towards Delestia, whose back was turned as he was fending off another. He reached into his pocket as he ran, produced a pair of brutal knuckle dusters, turned, and threw his right arm with the 270lbs and 7'2" figure he had worked so hard to maintain. Right when the blow would've connected, the Deathhunter went non-corporeal, and he was sent sprawling on his stomach. It jumped onto his back, and he rolled across the floor, keeping its hands away from his face. He got a lucky handhold, and flung it off of so the knife Delestia threw would embed itself beyond hilt deep into the monsters skull. He stood rapidly, and tossed Delestia his knife back. The doorway was empty. Well, at least for the moment. The radio sparked to life as Hernandez alerted them in a haunted voice that reinforcements were on the way, and at that, Wratulin dropped the radio on the ground and crushed it underfoot. They wouldn't get here fast enough. The two men spun as Juden shouted from the back. "We're overrun! Incomi-" Juden was cut off as the remaining windows exploded, and he was sent flying into the foyer. "They got Cermen!" he shouted right as the swarm engulfed him. "Up the stairs! Now!" Wratulin shoved Delestia towards the staircase and both stumbled as fast as they could up the stairs. At the top, Wratulin tripped and landed prostrate. Scrambling back up, he saw the women on the floor, and the man on the bed. After a quick glance, it immediately clear The Dissolution was responsible. "Here they come!" shouted Delestia as the first of them reached the top of the stairwell. Beating back the horde, both were herded to the window. Wratulin smashed the window with his fist, and shouted "JUMP!" and leaped out of the window and landed into a roll. Delestia landed next to him, right arm torn to shreds beyond use. Wratulin yanked him up and the two ran for the fence. As Wratulin reached the top and held a hand down to Delestia, the horde reached them, tearing Delestia to shreds with horrific vigor, sending blood and pieces of him splattering everywhere. Wratulin dove off of the fence, and ran like the wind. He grabbed his last flashbang, and threw it right into the rippling mass. There, that'd get them off of the bodies for now. Piss them off. Works like a charm. Immediatly pivoting, he resumed his sprint into the woods, reminded of their presence by their screaming every step of the way. After he was happy with the distance, and ensured they were close enough, he spun and threw his fist into the nearest ones skull, sending the gore of the dark, oozing blood, the bits of bone, and the tendrils of skin flying in the air. He was met with several slamming into his chest, and knocking him onto the ground. He desperately propelled himself across the ground with his arms, and was free for long enough to stand up. He became a flurry of slicing knives and fists slamming into the abominations, while they in turn became a blur of snapping jaws, slicing claws, and screaming maws. His muscles screamed as he was forced to take step after step backwards, eventually trapping himself in a dead end against the base of a cliff. He fought and tore at them as they slowly pressed against him and began shredding him alive. He let loose a deep, guttural roar as he grabbed the one in front of him, and slammed it's skull into his, over and over and over. After the sixth headbutt, its head exploded like an apple thrown smashed with a hammer. As they overwhelmed him, and he finally spent the last of his energy, he consoled himself with the though of the children. They were safe. He spared them this gruesome fate that nobody deserved to suffer, let alone children barely old enough to tie their own shoes. He stared up at the sky, drew his last breath, and accepted his fate.

"Come on, come on" he said as he quickly bandaged the ruined man on the floor, doing everything he could to stop the bleeding and to save him from what it had done to him. He rolled Twan over, and wet his face with a washcloth. "Wake up. Please wake up." Twan let out a small groan, and he pulled him up into a sitting position. "Twan, can you hear me? Twan? Twan began a fit of coughing, and after it calmed, he spoke with what little voice he had. "What happened? He responded with "You and the rest of the team got ambushed. You're the only alive save for myself. You had me guarding the entrance, and I ran down here when I heard the gunfire and screaming." Twan coughed up and spit out blood. "You're still alive, and I'm going to get you out of here. I have us barricaded in a room, and I don't know what's out there. Things we've never seen before." Twan shook his head. "I'll only slow you down. Get out of h-" He coughed up more blood, this time doubling over.. "Not an option Twan. You're still alive, and we must have hope." He lifted up Twan by placing Twan's right arm around his shoulder, and his left around Twan's. "Im going to get you out of here, okay? If we need to stop for a moment, let me know." He walked with Twan to the door, and quickly opened and shut it, tossing a flashbang and smoke grenade out in the momentary opening. He put Twan's gas mask on him, and his on himself. As they carefully navigated through the room, an eerie moaning could be heard from far in front of them. "Twan, I need you to tell me what we're up against. I haven't ever seen whatever it is, this being a dimensional breach and all. How did you hurt it?" While Twan struggled for words, Crus unholstered his pistol, and continued their march forwards. "Noise... angry..." Twan fought to spit out. Heading this warning, Crus gave no response and steadily kept them moving. When they reached the top of the ramp, he saw it. It was an odd looking figure, a body the color of steel, and missing a face. It resembled a human only in its shape, and even then it was still... wrong. He led Twan to the wall and carefully skirted around the edge of the room to avoid even getting close to the thing. Right when they were reaching the stairwell, a Deathhunter came barreling and shrieking down the stairs, and Crus barely yanked Twan and himself out of the way. Right as it was about to get to them, the metallic figure turned into a blob, and launched itself at the Deathhunter, leaving a skeleton on the floor where it was. It landed on the beast, and covered it entirely, taking its shape, and silencing it entirely. It stood up, and walked back to the center of the room, standing there unmoving. Crus looked at Twan, and saw the fear in his eyes. What had they gone through? Together they marched up the stairs, and exited the facility. Crus laid Twan against the wall, and called in for someone to come pick them up. The Tone was going to have to take of this breach, there was no way in Hell any of them would be able to. He shuddered as he recalled how quickly it had slain the Deathhunter. It was nearly instantaneous.

this one isn't as good but i was writing it with a fever lol

He sat there, sobbing as he stroke the mans face. The man was dying, bleeding out in Saul's arms. He had called him mother, as he was no longer aware of our world. He was lost in the illusion of a dying man. Saul let loose a sharp gasp as the man shook in his arms, and became still. He was dead. He laid down the man gently, and brought his knees up to his chest. Why had God chosen to spare him? These men around him were infinitly more valuable than he would ever be. The man he just put to rest had children who would never know what had happened to their father. He himself was barely a graduate of training, and was worth nothing. His parents were dead. His sibilings had all left the country. They abandoned him here, alone. The boy continued to sob, interrupted by the periodic, hollow gasp. Why had The Lord saved him, over saving the man who cared for those gone mad? THe man who dealt with those who had been broken by The Null? The man who ensured they knew someone cared about them. The man who showed them what it meant to be loved. He was their tether to reality, and he too was gone. Letting loose an anguished wail, the boy buried his face in his hands ever further. Why had he been spared when there was a veteran of uncountable years, a valiant warrior who was on the cusp of finally retiring? The man who had given his all for so long, and finally had peace in his sight? Slamming his fists into his temple, the boy fought for his mind to go silent, and to cease to assault him with the guilt of the sacrifices of those around him. Why did the farmer have to be killed? The humble man who was roped into this excursion only because his family was endangered? He had come out here solely to protect his family of 5, and with another soon on the way. His fingers bruising and bleeding, he beat himself further. Why God? Why him? Why did he have to live? Over all of the others? He wasn't worth but two cents, and he had still been spared? Why? He wouldn't amount to anything. He was at the botttom of his class, and had barely done well enough to graduate. He was a fool. He was a freak. He fell over onto his side and hugged his legs to his chest, having given up. Let them come for him. Let them relieve him of his sorrows. Let them induce what should've happened.

Original world trade center

The Toll wrote:
He sat there, sobbing as he stroke the mans face. The man was dying, bleeding out in Saul's arms. He had called him mother, as he was no longer aware of our world. He was lost in the illusion of a dying man. Saul let loose a sharp gasp as the man shook in his arms, and became still. He was dead. He laid down the man gently, and brought his knees up to his chest. Why had God chosen to spare him? These men around him were infinitly more valuable than he would ever be. The man he just put to rest had children who would never know what had happened to their father. He himself was barely a graduate of training, and was worth nothing. His parents were dead. His sibilings had all left the country. They abandoned him here, alone. The boy continued to sob, interrupted by the periodic, hollow gasp. Why had The Lord saved him, over saving the man who cared for those gone mad? THe man who dealt with those who had been broken by The Null? The man who ensured they knew someone cared about them. The man who showed them what it meant to be loved. He was their tether to reality, and he too was gone. Letting loose an anguished wail, the boy buried his face in his hands ever further. Why had he been spared when there was a veteran of uncountable years, a valiant warrior who was on the cusp of finally retiring? The man who had given his all for so long, and finally had peace in his sight? Slamming his fists into his temple, the boy fought for his mind to go silent, and to cease to assault him with the guilt of the sacrifices of those around him. Why did the farmer have to be killed? The humble man who was roped into this excursion only because his family was endangered? He had come out here solely to protect his family of 5, and with another soon on the way. His fingers bruising and bleeding, he beat himself further. Why God? Why him? Why did he have to live? Over all of the others? He wasn't worth but two cents, and he had still been spared? Why? He wouldn't amount to anything. He was at the botttom of his class, and had barely done well enough to graduate. He was a fool. He was a freak. He fell over onto his side and hugged his legs to his chest, having given up. Let them come for him. Let them relieve him of his sorrows. Let them induce what should've happened.

YOU NEED TO WRITE A BOOK!

Original world trade center wrote:YOU NEED TO WRITE A BOOK!

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A quick summary of the Tollian Appearance.:
● Darker skin tone, bronze being the most fitting description for their appearance.
● The eyes tend to be darker shades of what is common within the reality of Earth, however, there is a noticeable lack of individuals whose eyes are black or brown.
- The eyes of a Tollian shift in response too the environment and lighting around them, with the melanin level shifting correspondingly.
- During novas (short-lived events in The Toll where the world around them flashes a blinding light due to the "sun" rising far enough above the horizon to cast it's light.), the eyes will turn fully black, including the cornea, iris, sclera, and the rest of the eye. This is a response to the novas, which are instances where light becomes blindingly white, and is fullfilled by the eumelanin flooding the eye. In such situation where a normal human would be blinded permanently, the Tollian suffers no harm and maintains clear vision.
- A Tollian has worse natural night vision compared to a human due to the what would be excess of melanin. However, Tollians are far less prone to issues with glare or any other forms of irritating light.
- Due to the larger eyes of Tollians, as well as a unique development with the fovea, Tollians can see very, very far. Similar to how a hawk has fovea's that are quite recessed, Tollians push this a tiny step further, and have eyes that can see almost as far.
- Tollians have larger eyes than humans, and consequently have better depth perception.
● Regarding the noses, they function just about the same, though they do have a tendency to be sharper than a humans.
● The ears are slightly larger, as well as more developed. The Tollian has very sharp hearing, as well as better discernment as where the sound is coming from, though they do tend to go deaf in old age more often than a human.
● Regarding a Tollians mouth, the lips are inbetween what would be called thin and full. The tongue is slightly longer and thinner, and the wisdom teeth grow in properly.
● Regarding the individuals build itself, they tend to have a longer and leaner physique.
- A Tollian tends to have a lot more lean muscle, rather than being bulkier.
- Tollians are built for endurance and sped, rather than strength.
- While a Tollian isn't built to be excessively strong, they are still able to present the proper fortitude when needed. The spine and back muscles do tend to be abnormally stronger, however. If they can lift it, they can carry it for quite a long time, as well as fairly quickly.
- They do have a preference to use tools to complete tasks, rather than sheer brute strenght. An example of this would be breaching a door via battering ram, rather than just kicking it down.
- While a Tollian is certainly naturally fit and lithe, intense physical training and self discipline are vital to what the world around them calls for.
● A Tollian's hair tends to be darker and thicker, as it serves the purpose to protect the scalp, as well as providing aid in temperature regulation. A Tollians hair is almost exclusively black, with the occasional oddball having stark white hair, though just as coarse and thick. The most consistant thing about a Tollians hair is how straight it is, as there have been a total of 0 recorded cases of individuals having curly hair.
- Common hairstyles include buns, braids, and straight, though individuals (typically male) buzzing it into what is known as a "skin-head" is not unheard of, nor uncommon.

Remember, there are always exceptions.

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they all cted

The Toll wrote:they all cted

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