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  1. The daily meeting of the City Council's closed session began with all the normal functionalities and greetings that were standard nowadays. The meeting was held at its normal place, West 3rd Street, Bordansville, Fenarr. The city where they sat was old, that was for sure. Founded in 1794, before the emergence of the Fenarrian state, Bordansville was the main trading outpost for the Fenarr tribe which originally inhabited the mountains around it. Its walls were made of stone quarried from the surrounding mountains. It's buildings have stood the test of time, with most still made of the original stone. Over time, as the world changed around them, explorers from the city gathered more and more tribespeople from the frontier, bringing them into the city. In the early 1800s, the tribes decided to band together and form Fenarr, after the tribe they were from. The new state only consisted of Bordansville and two towns at the base of the mountains in the fields and plains of the valleys below. Winters were harsh, though severe weather like tornados and flooding rarely occurred in the city. And in the rare cases such disasters did occur, they posed little actual threat. As the 19th century progressed, the newly established Fenarrians built up their defenses and started to research new technologies. Explorers departed to find new knowledge that would better serve the state. What they found wasn't of much use. Steam trains, riverboats, and other transportation methods weren't really applicable. A small steam railroad was built in the mid-1800s between the valley towns and Bordansville. The line proved too much of a hassle, as the rack and pulley system needed to run the trains up a steep grade was still in development at the time. Around the same time, the first explorations into the development of gunpowder and firearms were performed, and explorers brought back working muskets from other parts of the world. As the dawn of the 20th century was drawing closer, the first of a ring of small forts were built by the stonemasons and the carpenters of the State. Each fort was equipped with a homebuilt rifled field gun, eight smoothbore field guns, and one siege mortar. Over the years these forts would be upgraded as technology progressed, as they are still in operation today. They were placed at high points in the valley overlooking the entrance to it, at high points along the road that leads to the towns, and finally, two of the strongest were placed at the entrance of the road which leads to Bordansville. They still are in operation today, manned by a three-person permanent watch, and twenty volunteers who man the forts in wartime or in times of crisis. The State's population had increased to a thousand five hundred by the early 1920s, and it remained stagnant throughout the '40s and '30s. During this time the valley towns merged into Carrack, and a population boom began, though small in nature. Throughout the '50s and 60's the first airport was introduced to the State through the building of an airstrip that was built to handle small commuter aircraft in a modern way. The history of Fenarr between the '60s and '80s was one of expansion. Modern computers, a new, updated railway, and an expansion of international financial banks created a culture of Fenarr being a tax haven for individuals and corporations alike. The 90's to the present was characterized by the establishment of a new airline, an expanded railway, and a population of over three thousand. Today, Fenarr is a modern city, with modern technology and institutions. Foreigners are welcome as now as ever.
  2. It was day eighty-one on the platform to which these people called home. They rose, got out of bed, and started their daily tasks by checking their surroundings. The oil platform they lived on was drifting half a mile off the coast. Its anchor was trying its best, but there was still work to do so the other one could drop. The anchor was rusted, and with all the strength the men could muster, it still would not drop. They would soon be in the open ocean, with all the dangers that came of it. The government was trying to help somewhat, but they still were cold as ever. These are the descendants of a small community on the coast that worked in oil and gas production named Jurristis. The company that employed them also owned the rigs that would go out, and drill for the black gold. That company is long gone now, a casualty of the civil war. The owners picked the wrong side, and so they faced death at the hands of the government. Without employment, the little town started to seek a way of surviving as they were seen as rivals of the government, working for an entity that wanted to overthrow the directorate. That was a long time ago, and they still were trying to make amends, but the government was only keeping them alive in the event they were needed. The oil platform was one of the few left floatings in the seas, and after discovering it was still semi-functional, the town started migrating to it. First, only the workers lived on it, commuting to their houses on land every so often. Those who had money left for the cities or towns that were under government control during the war and now received the best treatment. They didn’t have ankle bracelets or were required to wear guns on their hips, though they chose to at their own will. The town of about three thousand shrunk to a couple hundred. They all started working on the rig, making sure it started producing. Over time some moved back to shore to operate a small refinery that converted the oil into useable products, which were then sold on the black market or shipped back to the rig for use. It was originally tethered to the shoreline, and drilled in shallow water where it was thought it would be okay. Soon, though, storms tore the rig off of its moorings, and the rig drifted ever so slowly to the open ocean. They dropped an anchor, hoping the drifting would come under control, and it did until they realized they were still moving. They tried to drop the second anchor, as there were four, but it didn’t drop. The other two were locked by a control panel to which there was a key that hasn’t been found. They worked the rig more, but with it drifting, they could no longer just pump the oil ashore. They had a couple of small boats, but that was a costly and time-consuming process. So work slowed. More people migrated to shore to start building the town into a new mini-state of their own, as the central government dealt with riots and protest in the cities. Over time, they had a few things working, but they didn’t have any or little capability to manufacture what they needed. So they improvised, bringing in equipment from the rig, slowly salvaging it to make life better on shore. Still, the people living on the rig knew they would probably be living there for a while. They all got up and moved to the dining room, where once the crew joked and enjoyed fresh meals. They would joke about the cook and have a nice meal to fill them. Now, the residents of the town liked to only talk about business at hand, what parts would be taken off, who was leaving, and so on. They made a decent living selling oil to the black market back in the day, but nowadays that work has slowed considerably. They ate military rations stolen from a national guard base in the town that was abandoned and drank water that was purified by the rig’s purification system. That was set to go to shore sometime soon, as the town needed a water purification plant. Work had turned from production to salvage. It was time they went to work.
  3. Part Two The train broke the surface and started towards the city of Cabalrosk, Fenar, one of several “cities” around Fenar. It’s massive sprawl contains few dwellings that are reserved for higher level citizens who aren’t at the highest level of government but still hold a managing position within the government. The train approached the entrance to the subway tunnels that run under the city, and, for a few seconds, sunlight pierced the air and reached the citizens below. They passed the grand mansions of the rich and powerful, eight families controlled industry in Fenar, and even though the official tax rate is at almost seventy percent, these families get tax breaks from the government. Joseph looked at the giant, multiple-dozen-room houses and the large pools, the models that were swimming this morning, and the family members drinking scotch and campaigne near the pool. He hasn’t tasted alcohol like that in months, having to settle for the consumption of beer. Then it all disappeared, as reality came back into view as the train went under the streets of the city, and approached the first station. There were thirty stops, and due to the noise restrictions in the city even the subway has to move at a snail’s pace. He had to be at work in an hour. He wanted some decent food on the surface. None of that will probably be possible this morning, as like every morning. There was a train that ran earlier than the one he is supposed to get on, and he knows some in the complex that get on it, but it was mainly used to shuttle military and security service personnel between posts. You had to pay a special fee, ethier in some good, or food that was foreign to the men living in the bunkers underground. It was spring, and the light, crisp air could be felt in the train. It stopped at the first few stations without much delay or issue, then Joseph waited for the train to stop again, his stop. A few seconds later he stepped off onto the platform, and started to walk up the stairs to the surface. He had about ten minutes, there was a cafe that served actual food on a street corner across from the Carroll Building in which he worked. He knew of coworkers using their food ration cards for it, but it was a steep hike. They also used their Fenarrian Markensine, the national currency, to pay for it, though with how limited actual cash income is, they never saw much in the way of any reasonable spending money. He walked down the street, and looked lazily down alleys as he passed, not really searching for anything, but usually there was something interesting in the city in the mornings. He saw a door swing open, and three Officers of the National Guard, basically the government's secret police, throw out a man into the street. Little baggies of some type of powder fell out of his pockets, though it was unclear if he was a dealer or a user. They were merciless, one of the officers drawing their pistol and finishing him off in one single clean shot from the weapon. They then entered the house, and as Joseph watched from a reflection in a shop window, shot three more people pulled outside of the room or apartment through that door. He shook his head, put his hands in his pockets, and looked out at the landscape around him while he continued his walk to his work. It was bleak, the ground only showed dark shades of green, and the grass never really grew. Heavily manicured and bright colored lawn dotted the mansions, but otherwise the only green was seen in dim grass or trees. All a product of the many years of civil war in the 20’s and 30’s. The ground was scorched by the usage of chemical weapons by both sides, with neither side really winning. The rebels, who were fighting the government due to a tax increase, were annihilated or ran for the mountains to start a resistance. The government was badly wounded, and rebuilt into a state that cared about security above all else, including defense from chemical attacks. That is why they lived underground, they were taught. He finally reached his building, and turned inside, heading for a day of mundane work again.
  4. Part One The alarm bells for the city rang. It was five in the morning, the set time every worker should be up. They had to be out of the city by the end of the hour, the kids had to be off to school as well then too. He knew that he had a long day of report writing and filing ahead of him, as it was the start of the workweek. Weeks in Fenarr are different from weeks normally, lasting nine "days" of eighteen and a half hours each. Eight hours are for work or school, four hours are spread out as breaks, basically, a citizen's free time, while the remainder is for being at home. Some jobs require more work hours, which comes with an extra allotment of break time but less home time. Joseph's job is one of the most tedious but comes with little home time, though that is replaced by an extra hour of free time. His official title is a government auditor of the Central Revenue Service, the chief tax collector of the government. Taxes in Fenarr are high, almost at eighty percent, but most services, including healthcare, are provided by the government through a system of departments and agencies of which there are a couple of dozen all spread out in wide government organization charts that he learned in school. He lies in bed for a couple of minutes more, then gets up to go get dressed and showered. His ankle bracelet, which the government requires, beeps as it detects movement. He remembered to go to the local National Police station to maybe get the volume turned down. Even though he is a government employee, everyone is required to wear these bracelets if not a part of the armed forces, a high government office, a National Assembly member or employee of the national police service. He gets out of the shower, dresses, and walks out of the room, making sure to grab his wallet and his revolver that he was required to carry. It was a requirement for every citizen to carry a firearm over the age of twelve, and gun safety was a mandatory course in schools. The hallway was dark, with the ventilation system running at a low hum. He walked to the cafeteria after closing his door and greeted his neighbors. There was eight hundred per complex, though there are three cafeterias for the eight hundred, spreading them out into three sectors of each complex. The central hallway that leads to the three pods never broke the surface, as it didn’t have a public access door to it. It only led to a small subway station where they all were to go and board the train for work in thirty minutes. He sat down, chatted with his closest neighbors, and dug into the pre-prepared meal of sausage and cheese with a roll. It was decent food, by no means exemplary or rich looking, but it did its job. It was the same meal every day, same routine besides the national holidays spread throughout the year. One was just right around the corner on the nineteenth, the monthly military parade on the surface. He thought how nice it will be to see sunlight for the first time in a few weeks since the last monthly holiday. The artificial sunlight did well, but it wasn’t very good for the eyes when they saw sunlight again. The bells tolled, and the neighbors stood up, with Joseph struggling to finish the last of the meal. He wouldn’t get the next meal until lunchtime, almost halfway through his shift. He walked, along with the rest of the complex to the monorail, and waited. Above, on catwalks, officers of the National Security Service and any other number of agents and officers from different government departments watched, in case there was any sign of trouble. The subway station had what was it in the complex for public services, containing a post office, police station and a storehouse that distributed each person’s personal rations that they were allowed to have in their rooms. He waited, then the shrill horn of the train wailed. It pulled up to the station, and he boarded it, crowding in along with the others. He headed to the back of the last car, opened the government issued paper The Daily Worker, and read it as it launched into motion and headed for the city, passing other stations with other complexes waiting for the train to come and get them to take them to work also.
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  6. Fenarr

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    YOUR RP NATION Full Name of Nation: The People's Republic of Fenarr government type of nation: Soviet One Party Republic Culture/ethnicity of your nation: Southern Germanic with a Russian / Slavic Culture Give us a short description of your nation: A nation recovering from the aftermath of a civil war, Fenarr is struggling to keep itself out of a conflict. Several district leaders, called "Directors," rule their districts as if an absolute monarch, as that has been the system ever since the country was founded in the 1920s. The central government is trying to change that by using force and coercion while trying to keep Fenarr up to par with other nations of the world. Do you have an IIWiki page?: Not as of this moment, but I am planning one in the future. It is one of my bigger projects I am hopefully going to work on. WRITING EXPERIENCE How would you describe your level of experience in regards to roleplaying? I believe I am proficient, though my development could use a little bit of work. I never plan out what I'm going to write, so that is a big issue as well. How would you describe yourself? I would describe myself as a person who lives details, especially about military systems and technology. RP/Writing samples (if available already): N/A Do you wish to have a mentor assigned to you to help guide you through the start of your time here? Yes, as I feel like my writing could be improved. I also feel like one would be necessary to support my ability to write out posts that aren't just one or two paragraphs long. NATIONSTATES Why do you want to join this region?: I want a serious roleplaying region, but one with a great community. I strive to be one of the best and to be the best you have to be among them. Have you ever had trouble with any moderators?: None. Do you have any prior experience on NationStates? If so, give a brief accounting of it. I have two other nations on Nationstates, Vonein, and Demitor. As I grew to love nationstates, and since you cannot be in multiple regions, I have managed all three of these nations as separate projects. Are you currently or do you plan to be a member of the NationStates World Assembly? I am planning to, I just have never been able to get around to it as other projects such as worldbuilding take my focus. Anything else?: Nothing. Providing any falsified or deliberately misleading information will result in your application being rejected and your access to the forum revoked. By submitting this form, you are indicating that you agree to abide by the community and RP rules of this community. Any breach thereof may result in disciplinary action including but not limited to revoking of forum posting rights, banning from the forum, removal of regional citizenship, and ejection from the region.
  7. Hiya all. I'm Fenarr, playing as one of the Soviet Republics based on one of the Soviet Republics from the Cold War Era, but with my own twist on technology and such. I have my own technology currently in development in fact books, and I have been on NS for almost three years now. I hope my time here will be fun and rewarding.
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