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About Arstotzka

  • Birthday 01/21/1997

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    greaterarstotzka
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    Invicta
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  1. "I feel as though I am forgetting something. I feel as though were all forgetting something... something important. Something we should know but I can't remember it... don't you ever feel like that living here? like were forgetting something every day? every day passes and I feel like I'm remembering less and less, every second seems to slow down... and I feel... feel like... what were we talking about? I think we were talking about something... but I can't remember." -Civilian #22567 {Andrew J. Weiss [Status: Pacified]} Foreword In retrospect... someone was eventually going to try and make this. A book. A book about us, about our history, and what made this nation. This glorious and terrible nation. That I am both honored and shamed to be a part of. Most of what is written here, is stolen from a collection of libraries that most will never see in there lifetime or maybe even in the next lifetime if they tried. you'd be surprised that despite our governments abhorrence for the occult and mystical... they are to paranoid not to dabble init for a little extra protection because you never know what's out there, scheming, planning, readying to take what is yours. In this book is everything we have about our past. It is the closes thing we have to a history that we might one day learn from. Though many will try to have it burned and suppressed, though many seek to wish our lives before today and tomorrow forgotten. Always will this great nation have the few that are willing to remember, and to record those lessons the past may bestow upon us, the lessons our great nation may one day learn. Glory to Arstotzka. Chapter 1 Not There Yet. We do not begin within our own lands. Instead we begin in a land named Rstograd. Rstograd was a small kingdom, far from being the most influential, and even farther from being the weakest. It was a nation that valued strength, and valued its peace and quiet. The Rulers of Rstograd were an estranged group of men and women, often paranoid, often seeking a legacy whether by strength of arm's or by deeds of great wisdom and tact, often hoping to out do the past if not by actually outdoing there predecessors then by making certain there predecessors were forgotten. Our tradition of erasing our past dates back to the medieval era... our tradition for exaggeration came naturally. This penchant for seeking worship in the present and the future lead to many a civil war, as often sons and daughters of royalty were to prove themselves worthy of the throne, and to some more importantly (although rarely) their families love. Often heirs to the throne of Rstograd had to prove themselves worthy of the throne before they could ascend it. This is where our nation begins to gain its origins. There came a time in the 63rd King of Rstograd (At this point and time the Kingdom of Rstograd had evolved past the ages of the medieval and into the ages of industry; sadly the inferiority complex of the royalty persisted) had 2 Sons of Talents that were greatly opposed each other. One son valued knowledge, sleight of hand, the power of the written word, and politics the other son valued his arms and strength, valuing what could be felt and touched. They were of close to equal age as they were twins, and one could almost never tell the difference between the two by looks alone. They were named William and Joseph. The rivalry between these two would become so volatile that eventually it would divide the nation, and from it there would be such thing as an Arstotzka. It began in a border dispute with a neighboring kingdom named Kolechia. Kolechia for the longest time has maintained a "healthy" rivalry with Rstograd.
  2. Captain Bodaway; relayed his intentions to Arstotzka Imperial Naval Command... Imperial Command gave the Captains decision their blessing. The Captain then took inventory of his men. His aides provided him with the necessary paperwork to make the best choice to send alongside the Derthalens. Heimar made ready accommodations for the men. The "Victory" did not have much room in way places to rest or sleep, but it wasn't as if they were going to be sitting in this ship for very long. No... the Lord High Administrator had other plans for them. It was the duty of every citizen that those plans were fulfilled. After exchanging men with the Derthalens, Captain Bodaway, gave his command to the other Arstotzkan ships to withdraw. He gave his permission to the Commander and his crew that they may leave Arstotzkan Water un-molested; adding: May we meet again under better conditions!
  3. Images provided via Satellite of the Glorious Meritocracy of Arstotzka! In All Of Its Natural Glory! and Multiple Seasons!
  4. The Victory was an old ship. It's weapons and engines were still up to par for the current generation of naval warships, but even the finest paint can't hide the tired look it held. Their were still signs of combat ushered all over the cramped hallways. Their is also a whirling sound echoing through the hallway's of the ship, and lights playing out in the darker sections of the ship. Despite the important people entering the ship, the crew and like still went about their business albeit out of sight of the guests; but you can't hide the noise... The meeting room was cleanly kept, and held only the Captain Bodaway as well as some other higher ranking Officers attending. They were discussing something silently but stopped as soon as the Derthalens entered the ship the chatter ceased. Captain Bodaway was a very tall man, bald and well shaven face with a smile that never seems to leave his face, his skin was a deep shade of brown unlike his officers, he spoke in a jovial and otherwise heavily accented version of English in contrast to the Officer before whom had translated. Greetings Friends. I am Captain of the AIN "Victory", Abdalla Bodaway. In the Name of the Lord High Administrator, I am honored with your presence here on my ship. We do not get many visitors and would be more than interested to begin opening relationships with anyone within the International Community. The Captain takes hold of the information present to him... He flips through the intel presented to him, his fellows... sort of tore into the intel... metaphorically and literally, images were taken of the intel, several images of individual pages, sentences, words, and more, after the Captain feels he has a reasonable deduction of your people. He pulls out something from his pocket and places it upon the table of the meeting room sliding it over to his guests, on it reads in English "Glory Greatest Country of Arstotzka!" "A Guide to a History of Greatness" Then the Captain spoke in Derthalen... still with a deep hint of his original accent, but clearly and understandable. In Arstotzka their a belief in fair trade (at least on paper). I thank you for the information given here... my people will greatly appreciate such interesting information. The pictures images and the file are taken away into another room by an ensign. What happens to the files is anyone's guess. I do not have the authority to approve of any diplomatic or otherwise agreements; its far above my pay grade. However I am capable of sending men with you to associate yourselves with our Glorious Nation. But in exchange for the Men of whom I send with you, my nation requests the same action of which you request of us. If this is acceptable to you; then I believe we are off to a very good start in our nations. That I hope you may find profitable.
  5. The Victory's Crew were well trained and professional. It easily avoided any unnecessary or dangerous movements that may have cause the ships to collide. The Officers on board (to their best possible ability) respectfully welcomed the Derthalen Officers. [Translated By An Officer Whom Spoke Great Burlington English] In the Name of the Lord High Administrator, I welcome you Honored Guests to the Glorious Territorial Waters of the Meritocracy of Arstotzka. I am Fredrick Heimer Adjutant First Class to Captain Abdalla Bodaway. Forgive us for the inhospitable reception made by our Comrades upon the AIN Pathfinder, we are not used to others visiting unannounced. My superior Officer Captain Bodaway awaits you in the meeting room. Me, My Fellow Officers and Honor Guard are to escort you to the Good Captain so you may convene and discuss whatever matters that bring you to our waters. Heimer waves a hand and the Guards make way for the Commander and his choice men to descend into the interior of the ship.
  6. The "Victory" pulls up slowly alongside the unknown ship. Being of a significantly larger class of ship the "Victory" (although a lighter weight class then the King Crab...) towered over the unknown ship casting a shadow over it, this was part of a tactic to draw attention to the "Victory" instead of to other members of the Patrol Fleet, that now circled around the ship at a low speed, weapons not yet trained on the unknown ship... but still loaded. The Victories Deck was made ready to receive guests... of a sort. Officers designated to receive the guests dressed in Ceremonial Arstotzka Officer Garb. (Pictured Below) Moderately Armed Guards were also posted alongside the Officers.
  7. The Communique from the Unknown ship was begrudgingly accepted. As Captain Radec could simply demand them leave... but considering his lack of veterancy, he was not fairly certain what his next action was, so it was better to relay a message to further up the chain of command. He sent orders to the unknown ship to retain its position, whilst he contacted a more suitable candidate to receive them. A signal was sent out to nearby naval patrol of large agency; Fleet 107632, which consisting of 2 King Crab Destroyers, and a Patrol Cruiser AIN "Victory". The "Victory" detailed to Captain Radec to stand down. Whilst the Commanding Officer of the Victory Captain Ishmael, would receive the now designated "Visitors to Arstotzka." The "Victory" sent word to the unknown ship stating its intent to pull alongside themselves, and a representative of the Captain Ishmael would receive them on board under close watch of course... for security reasons.
  8. The Waters that surround Arstotzka for a full 500 km (310 miles) radius is patrolled without rest by the Arstotzka Imperial Navy or AIN for short. It is a common policy within AIN Security Patrol Doctrine that any ship that enters illegally (whether knowingly or not) into Arstotzka Territorial Waters, is to be reported, and then sunk if possible if the second condition cannot be met... then a ship awaits reinforcement, and then sink the trespasser. An Average AIN Patrol Fleet is not really much of a fleet, in reality it only consists of a single destroyer; specifically a "King Crab" Class AIN Destroyer. A Multi-roll Destroyer, made to fulfil any and all roles that may or may not be needed from Anti-Submarine Combat, Anti-Air, Anti-Ship, to Anti-Missile Defense and more. It weighs in at 11,000 tons (even more when fully loaded, which personally places it dangerously close to being considered a cruiser instead of a destroyer). It's sensor, targeting and tracking range is approximately 375 km's (233 miles). It is safe to say that any ship unlucky enough to come into contact with a King Crab Destroyer within Arstotzka Territorial Waters... tend to be found at the bottom of the sea. This has been true for nearly a hundred years. Until Today. Today, Captain Radec makes history and it's only his first day in command. After 200 years, the AIN navy will not sink a ship found in their waters illegally. The ship that shall avoid its untimely end was detected approximately 309 miles off the North East coast of Delta City, by the AIN King Crab Class Destroyer "Pathfinder." The Commanding Officer Captain Radec under strict orders from the Inquisitorial Administration and AIN HQ had to physically restrain himself from turning the unknown ship into scrap metal, and instead, sent a shortwave communique to the ship. Unidentified Ship. You are trespassing within a Sovereign Nations Territorial Waters. I am Captain Radec of the AIN "Pathfinder", by my authority I command you to Cease further operation or be deemed hostile. "Please be hostile" constantly played out within the Captains mind... I repeat Unidentified Ship you are trespassing within the Glorious Meritocracy of Arstotzka's Territorial Waters. Cease further unsanctioned encroachment into our Territorial Waters or be fired upon. There will be no second warning. You have 10 minutes to respond. He is obligated to give them a full 10 minutes to respond. Then he can blow em up.
  9. The Lord High Administrator The Head of State and Government. The Foremost Word above all others in every aspect of Arstotzkan Life and Death. In Arstotzka to be the Lord High Administrator is tantamount to being a God walking upon Earth. Every citizens knee shall bend, every head shall bow, and to do otherwise is to garner a bullet through the head. Of course that is if anyone ever so much as actually sees his Glorious Excellency, which is more than unlikely. For the most part, the average citizen will never lay eyes upon the Lord High Administrator, the average citizen will more than likely only ever hear his voice. But do not let this fact shake your faith in his existence. Be very aware, the Lord High Administrator exists, he is all to real, and his presence within every corner of Arstotzka can be felt and his influence upon his people is made very clear whenever a citizen stares in to the direction of the Capital of the Glory Greatest Country of Arstotzka. To most the Lord High Administrators past is a mystery to all. But for just this moment, we will reveal one of his darkest secrets (not really)... Their have been many Lord High Administrators, Men and Women of high regard whom either fulfill one of two requirements necessary to take up the mantle. The first is to kill your predecessor and thereby law of "you keep what you kill" (this is a real law but it only applies in certain situations like the one we describe now) are made Lord High Administrator, however this task is nearly impossible considering the sheer amount of security that surrounds, through out History, it has only occurred once, and so far he has done an exceptional job. The second requirement is the easiest to attain; a Lord High Administrator may choose his or her replacement. You can be chosen. It's a very great honor. That comes with many implications... You are not immediately brought into power, as a Meritocracy, even if the Lord High Administrator sees you as fit to rule, his cabinet must also be convinced as they are more than likely to be replaced and then executed (out with the old in with the new eh?). If you are so blessed to be chosen you will go through a select amount of trials, that we cannot and will not detail here. It is simple to state that the trials are not pleasant, and if you survive them, you more than deserve the position you are to be placed in. Even after the trials are made... the process of becoming a Lord High Administrator does not end. After your coronation, everything about your previous life ceases to exist as far as the country is concerned. Your home, your family, your friends, if you had a spouse, or children, if you had a pet, or a place close to you. These all disappear; to where? we cannot say. A Lord High Administrator may never have children. Their bloodline ends when they die. This also applies to those whom would take the lives of their predecessor. An Administrator may have consorts, but may never garner a real relationship. The Lord High Administrator may garner only one relationship and that is with the Nation of the Greatest Country in the World Arstotzka, each new Administrator is treated as the same entity. In most Mythologies, Gods remain the same no matter how much time passes, but this is not so for Arstotzka, in Arstotzka our God shifts and changes, to fit whatever needs our Nation may present. When our God dies, he does not burden us with the end of his rule, he blesses us with a reincarnation of himself hidden among his sheep. When our God dies and is reborn his first and last words are more than clearly;
  10. Welcome Friend! Glad to have you here!
  11. Normally I would more than happily do so, but given what I can see through out the map. No other island currently fits the ideals that I currently have surrounding what my nation should look like geographically, and the few that do fit my criteria are to small. So unless a moderator says otherwise I'm going to have to be steadfast in my request for the Island. My deepest apologies.
  12. Nation in Europa: Arstotzka! Flag: Culture: Arstotzka Culture gains influence from irl Native American, European and Pacific Islander (specifically Hawaiian) cultures. Climate: Due to attempts to regulate Arstotzka's Industrial capabilities Arstotzka's weather constantly shifts between 2 extremes, both of said extremes last through their respective seasons. Through Summer and Spring Arstotzka is a living furnace, capable of achieving temperatures not far off from over 120 degrees to no less than 80 degrees Fahrenheit (or 48.8 or 26.6 degrees Celsius), the humidity can lead one to hallucinations and the probability of dying after extended exposure without proper attire (which are standard within Arstotzkan Citizens) are high. Through Fall and Winter, Arstotzka can drop below -79 degrees Fahrenheit (-61.6 degrees Celsius) easily to just short of below zero on the worst of winters (albeit this has only happened once in recorded Arstotzka History). Location: Island. If it isn't to much to ask I would like to be located here where I have marked out on the map. History: > 300 years old < 400 years. Capital: Invicta
  13. In a small employee lounge somewhere within the Glorious Nation of Arstotzka, a television turns on, and the National Arstotzka Anthem begins to play, and shortly after the image of young man and woman pops up. Goooood Morning Arstotzka! Its 9 o'clock and by now mostly everyone should be hard at work! Isn't that right Barbara! That's right Daniel! and to prove it a loyal citizen has just sent us an image this morning which begs the question; how long has it been since we've seen the sun Daniel? By my count Barbara its at least 20 years! Well not any more Daniel take a look at this image! An image of clouds play out, the clouds are a mix of black and gray, and an ugly brown they make up almost the entirety of the image; except for one small area, where the tiniest of pieces of light takes form... it personally looks like a flashlight (its definitely a flashlight). Now isn't that beauuuuuutiful Daniel? Yes indeed Barbara! Yes indeed, a sure sign that those environmentalist wack jobs were insane when they wanted to push those regulations into law! I'm sure glad those traitors were done away with! That was a great time! But were getting off track Barbara we don't want to waste time now do we? Of course Daniel. What's on today's schedule? Well for starters! A High Inquisitor has declared that the Lord High Administrator is expanding the military budget to now include research in to "Unmanned Drones and other Machinery" Contracts and Sub Contracts will be made available via the usual legal channels. For you businesses out swimming in the red this is your chance! For you would be inventors; this is your time to shine! and for you larger entities to whom the money means nothing... the possibility of glory is always possible. So don't waste it. In other news Naval Patrols have picked up signals of an oncoming fleet, not registered within Arstotzka records! The order to blow said trespassers to kingdom come or what not unfortunately has been delayed. Apparently his most Glorious Excellency has ordained it that our people begin to leak out to the outside world, outside of our Glorious Homeland, to spread the word of our righteous mission to progress Order and Law overall. Absolutely riveting news Barbara! I am certain the outside world will be glad to welcome the truths our Glorious Nation has to share! Now that's about all we have to talk about this morning its time to announce today's execution we go live to the execution scaffold! Live footage plays of three people, dressed all in white, bound to posts, hands tied together to look as if they were praying (which they probably are anyway), white scarfs blinding them, and gagging them, standing upon a scaffold is presented upon the screen. From Left to Right Everyone! First we have. Jacob Bridger, Male, 25. A Social Worker in service to Sigma City Province Authority 4421, apparently Jacob under the influence revealed some "interesting" views upon what he thought about our Glorious Nation. Now at first as you know such traitorous thinking and speech is not illegal, and being under the influence local officers saw no trouble. However, when he continued this pattern for a full week... and went so far as to even suggest open rebellion against the glorious government, and slander the Lord High Administrator The Local Officers were not amused. Therefore the traitor is sentenced to Death by firing squad. May God have mercy on his soul, for their is none to be found here. The man standing farthest to right does not remain standing for very long, the man is torn apart by a hail of bullets, his head practically disappears in a mist of red, appendages go flying, and blood splatters all across the ground and even getting upon his fellows... It is not a pretty sight. If you listened closely one could hear the whimpers of his fellows, and if you looked closely one of them wet themselves. Next we have Lucille Vermont, Female, 42. She has been judged guilty for the distribution of illegal narcotics, to children beneath the legal age. She will hang for her crime. As if by some mysterious force the pole that held the women fell, and she was lifted high into the air the camera following her ascent, if you listen closely you can hear the exact moment her neck broke, as she struggled silently till her body ceased to move. Following this is Michael Tabern, Male, 13. A deserter, and a coward. Attempted to escape compulsory military training having even corroborated with his family to assure his escape which as you my fellow viewers can clearly see failed miserably. His traitorous family has already been dealt with by local police, but he has been saved so that he be made an example of to any other spineless wretches. He has been sentenced to Death by beheading. Three men walk up to the scaffold one bearing a large Ax. They take the boy by the arms as the pole that held him up falls away, the boy struggles, brief grunts of desperation escaping the scarf. The men don't even flinch, the boy is held down and the man with his Ax performs the act swiftly. Their bodies will be left outside of Sigma City Hall and the families of Bridger and Vermont for failure to discipline and report their kin's actions have been scheduled for re-education; let this be a reminder to all. The Lord High Administrator is always watching, and always listening. If you would betray your mother nation, or lift a hand against it. Justice will be swift, and certain. The weather and sports at 10!
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