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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in The Zoranian Civil War   
    April 30, 1420
    12:00 AM Over Time
    In an undisclosed location that is definitely not in an ancient fortress from the height of the rule of Saint Mark over Zoran

    “What do you mean you lost her?! How can you lose the daughter of Ani’-Wah’!?” exclaimed Wohali Lanusila, leader of the Monarchist Forces,
    “We’re sorry sir, but this guy in a really cool black armor just took out the GSC forces that were in the apartment, took Auraelia to his vehicle, and drove off at fast speeds with her in tow. Since then we lost track of her.” said the soldier on the encrypted phone. Wohali took a deep breath and pinched the ridge of his nose before asking,
    “Did you even attempt to follow the vehicle this mystery man was in?” there was a moment of silence before the soldier answered,
    “No sir.” Wohali was about to throw the phone at the wall but instead he just poured himself a glass of Mist Over the Lake Badgerian whiskey with a shaking hand and downed it in one go. He let out a sigh before asking,
    “What did this armored man look like?”
    “Well we didn’t see anything that could make his identity stand out but he wore black armor and had a helmet mask.” The soldier stopped and the sound of discussion distant explosions could be heard on the other end of the line, “The scouting party just got back from the apartment and they found something which gave us the identity of the suspect. Sending you a photo now.” Waholi then looked at his messages and saw a photo of a purple card with black crown and a cookie on it.
    By the Spirit CGZ has gotten into this, what is going on in this country anymore.
    “Tell all forces to be on the lookout for any sign of CGZ, we need to find the future queen to be safe in our hands!”
    “Sir yes sir.” Wohali ended the call and poured himself another cup of Mist Over the Lake whiskey to calm his nerves.
    Without that girl our faction will be divided among who should succeed. I was able to unite the factions into supporting Atsil as the Queen but if she dies or goes missing then our forces will lose their purpose and we will lose this war.
    He let out a sigh as he looked at his watch to see that it was time for him to meet with the delegation from Saint Mark. As a monarchy itself he hopes that their similar alignments may allow for some support to be arranged for the monarchist cause.
    This country has been left ungoverned for far too long. While the ideals of the founder were noble it was flawed and chaotic. People have been stuck in poor conditions while the Council tells the world that there are no problems. President Ani’-Wah’ was the closest unifying force this country has seen since the days of Austenaco. Only a strong unifying figure with the power to enforce regulations and to create laws to protect Zoranians from unfair and unjust conditions can save this country. All this can be done through a monarch and the Ani’-Wah’ family are trusted by the people because of the late president. The GSC has practically already lost after a large number of their troops defected to our cause or to the theocratic cause. While the theocrats have a fire and a passion, they are few in number and lack support from the Divine Shaman himself. The only real threat is the Corporate faction because they have money, resources, connections, and influence.
    Waholi thought about all this and more as he marched down the ancient halls of the Saint Markian fortress to meet a potential ally in his fight for a truly united and better Zoran.
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    Zoran reacted to Westwind in The Crimson Membership Directory   
    May the Blessings of Admin be upon you!
    Announcing regional member:
    Zday
    And individual member:
    Vara
    Welcome to The Crimson Order.
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    Zoran reacted to Westwind in Consent of The College: The Regent   
    I have failed to properly conclude this.  My apologies.
    Noting that all Cardinals were advised of the appointment, and there has been no dissent, The College of Cardinals has given it's Assent to the appointment of @Elegarth as Regent of The College of Cardinals, and therefore also sits as a member of The Court of The Crimson King (Cabinet).
    Hail Regent Elegarth!
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    Zoran reacted to Daehwi in Daehwi Sinmun (Daehwi Times)   
    Daehwi to Forge Economic Ties with Mediobogdum
    Empire of Daehwi has established an economic tie with the nation of Mediobogdum, as the former agreed to manufacture iron and steel products as well as electronic devices, such as smartphones and appliances in exchange of capital. This free trade agreement is expected to raise the level of economy of Daehwi by a certain percentage.
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    Zoran reacted to Daehwi in Daehwi Sinmun (Daehwi Times)   
    Daehwi to Provide 1-Year Maternity Leave
    The Daehwite government is planning to provide payment for up to one year of maternity leave for all mothers having their first, second, and/or third child (Having a twin, a triplet, or more constitutes as "one" child.). The Emperor, with Taeja as the regent, and the Bujok are finding ways to provide stipends of up to $2,500 per month per family. This procedure is designed to increase fecundity of Daehwi, as the nation seeks to increase its population, thereby increasing taxation.
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    Zoran reacted to Fuentana in [Discussion] Nominations for the 6th Regional Commendation   
    I'm in favor of Neenee!
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    Zoran reacted to Dilber in [Discussion] Nominations for the 6th Regional Commendation   
    Neenee is a great choice with a lot of history.
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    Zoran got a reaction from Giovanniland in [Discussion] Nominations for the 6th Regional Commendation   
    Indeed! I completely agree with this!
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    Zoran reacted to Giovanniland in [Discussion] Nominations for the 6th Regional Commendation   
    Hello! While my Speaker term may be closer to an end, this doesn't mean Hall discussions will stop happening! For the next 5 days, any Hall member will be able to nominate worthy members to be commended regionally. Suggest them here on the thread, and be sure to write some reasons about why the choice should be commended!
    This discussion shall last for 5 days, until 21:30 UTC of October 19th.
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    Zoran reacted to Fantoccini in [Discussion] Nominations for the 6th Regional Commendation   
    I'd suggest Neenee
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    Zoran reacted to Daehwi in Daehwi Sinmun (Daehwi Times)   
    Empire of Daehwi
    Factbook
    (October 14, 2020 A.D., 1420 A.F.)
    ==================================================================================================================================================================
    Emperor calls on Taeja (Heir Apparent) to become Regent
    Emperor of Daehwi has called upon Myo Ing, the heir apparent, to preside over Daehwi's internal affairs as well as to attend the national meetings in both plenary and partial sessions. The Emperor expects the heir apparent to skillfully establish the necessary diplomatic ties as well as economic procedures to help improve the nation, now that his age is close to thirty and that he has matured. The Emperor has reigned since 1990 A.D. (1390 AF) and is at his thirtiest year of reign. The rule is that Daehwite emperors are not to resign until their death, but it is apparent that the current Emperor is getting old and must prepare for retirement.
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    Zoran reacted to iOctagon in A Capital Crime   
    Chapter II: Deceit and Distrust
    It was three whole days after the murder of Mr. Osborne. The National Senate hastily convened in a hotel ballroom a few city blocks away from its original meeting place, now tainted with the permeating stench of bloody murder. The National Senate Palace was cordoned off by police, the residents of Friberne now in an uproar. The murder had shocked the Santo-Dominian capital, once a peaceful and tranquil city built on hillsides. Now, there were four suspects, and they belonged to the highest and lowest echelons of society at the same time: politicians.
    President Paul Goldberg arrived for his interrogation session on a sunny Thursday. The weather was good, his emotions were not. A bloody murder, he thought, and a poor, innocent victim. Mr. Osborne did not deserve such a terrible fate. I would've taken a bullet for him. Regardless, a dapper man dressed in a neatly pressed black suit came into the interrogation office. The man closed the door, sat down opposite the President, and said, "Good morning, Mr. President. My name is Andy Albanese, and I'm a crime scene investigator here at the Police of the Federal City of Friberne. As the chief of the investigation into this terrible murder, I will be asking you questions. Your duty as a citizen is to answer them truthfully without reservation or deceit."
    "I understand, Mr. Albanese." Goldberg replied. "Your job isn't easy."
    "Thank you, Mr. President. Now, as an officer of the law, I must declare to you your rights. If you want access to a lawyer, you shall be granted that access. If you cannot afford a lawyer, the Government will provide one for you. You have the right to remain silent, but your silence may be used against you in a trial. Any testimony you offer can be used against you in a trial. Your testimony will be videotaped by this camera on the table here, but anything you say that is related to this case can be used and may be used against you."
    "Thank you, Mr. Albanese. Now, we shan't waste time. What questions do you have for me?"
    Albanese said, in a calm and collected manner, "Mr. President. Did you commit the crime? Did you murder Mr. Osborne that night?"
    "No, I did not. I was alerted by a cry of shock that I presume to be uttered by Mr. Osborne as he was fatally attacked by the culprit."
    Albanese continued, "Were there any other people in the National Senate Palace at the time of the crime?"
    "Yes, Mr. Albanese. Vice President Donald Verbloem and Senators Jan Davis Lovings and Dennis Ford. All three were in the building, I presume. One of them alerted me to Mr. Osborne's death, but I am not sure who that was." Goldberg replied.
    "Mr. President, did you come in contact with Mr. Osborne on the day of the crime?"
    "No. I did not see or talk or contact Mr. Osborne in any way, shape or form. I was occupied with meetings and commitments throughout the day." This was evidently a lie, but the President collected himself. By now, he had become accustomed to the art of subtly lying to the most investigative of journalists and reporters. It was a necessary lie, Goldberg told himself.
    Seeming to have sensed Goldberg's uneasiness, Albanese sat up and stared at him for a few moments. Goldberg did not respond, and Albanese backed down from whatever plan he hatched. Taking out a notepad and a pencil, he flipped to the first page and asked: "Mr. President, do you have any predictions on who may have committed the crime? Would Senators Ford, Lovings or the Vice President have committed the crime? Do they have any motive you were aware of that would make them murder Mr. Osborne?"
    Goldberg replied: "I am not aware that any of my fellow colleagues had any motive to murder Mr. Osborne. I don't know if the Senators or the Vice President have any vendetta against Mr. Osborne, and I am not aware of such vendettas even if they do exist."
    Albanese skeptically looked into the President's eyes. This guy is claiming innocence......perhaps too obviously, Albanese told himself. He edged his seat closer to the table and said: "And what about you, Mr. President? Do you have any motive or vendetta against Mr. Osborne? Did you have any friendship, relationship, feud or similar things with Mr. Osborne?"
    Goldberg knew that he had to lie again. He was friends with Mr. Osborne, and had been so since they were in middle school. However, to save himself from looking guilty, he had to lie again. "No, Mr. Albanese. I was not friends with Mr. Osborne, and I did not have any relationships with him. I did not feud with him either. He was a man I did not know well."
    Albanese looked even more skeptical. With frustration and harsh skepticism written all over the CSI's face, the President did not flinch. Both men were accustomed to people like the other, and neither side would back down, give up or tell the truth. For now, it was a stalemate, and Albanese said: "Mr. President, I believe that's all for now. You can leave."
    "Thank you, Mr. Albanese. If you have any further questions, do not hesitate to contact my office to schedule more appointments and meetings. Now please excuse me, as I have an appointment to attend. Have a good day, Mr. Albanese."
    Andy Albanese did not respond.
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    Zoran reacted to iOctagon in A Capital Crime   
    A CAPITAL CRIME

    Chapter I: The Beginning of the End
     
    The clocks struck eleven, in the darkest of nights. As shopkeepers and residents of Friberne retreated to their study wooden chalets, the capital of Santos-Dominius seemed to go to sleep. But, as the saying goes: "The city never sleeps......"
    The National Senate Palace shut its doors, with the last of legislators walking out into the wide, paved boulevards beyond its premises. The building's halls, old, storied and with a subtle hint of medieval flair, darkened as the last lights and electronic candles were switched off. The groundskeeper, Mr. Osborne, was to be the only person in the building under normal conditions. This was to be untrue on this fateful night.
    Meeting Room No. 132 was like any other, but also different in that on this night, it was bustling with noise while its adjacent counterparts were empty and collecting the few scraps of dust Mr. Osborne had not cleaned. Inside the room, President Paul Goldberg, Vice President Donald Verbloem and Senators Dennis Ford and Jan Lovings were in a heated discussion. Just by looking, any observer would come to the conclusion that was a dignified affair, but in reality the words these men uttered hid sharp knifes and strong blades. Politics was a game of reputation, and the four of them knew that insulting one another was neither the best way to reach agreement nor the best way to give someone else a good impression. Instead, their words, though polished and reserved, were heavy and with subtle deceit. Neither side was willing to back down or strong arm the other.
    As the night went on, the conversation finally deteriorated. What began as a simple insult lodged by Senator Ford and aimed at President Goldberg circled the drain, and soon the room erupted into strong(but still dignified and somehow polite) rhetoric. President Goldberg, who did not care for these arguments and insults, attempted several times to de-escalate the situation, all to no avail. Vice President Verbloem and Senator Ford kept hurling words of contempt at each other, while Senator Lovings, visibly annoyed by this petty argument, joined it constantly to rebuke both men, only to be yelled at and shut out from the conversation.
    "Gentlemen, please, for the love of God, sit down and take a deep breath," Goldberg said.
    "NOT A CHANCE!" Ford exclaimed. "You already have the Presidency. I won't yield any further concessions to you!"
    "Do you SEE this repugnant man, Paul? How dare HE, a LOWLY SENATOR, insult ME, the VICE PRESIDENT!?" Verbloem shouted.
    Lovings yelled: "BOTH OF YOU, SIT DOWN and STOP this MADNESS!"
    Goldberg had had enough. He knew, out of years of experience in politics, that this conversation was not going to produce any useful results. Hence, he strongly exclaimed, in the most dignified and presidential way possible: "GENTLEMEN. This. Meeting. Is. Adjourned."
    Verbloem, Ford and Lovings all looked at the bearded President, first with contempt, then with shock, and then finally with apologetic looks. No one wanted to infiuriate the highest government official of the country they serve. The four men shook hands with each other, whispered a few words of apology and disappointment, and exited the room into the few dimly-lit hallways of the National Senate Palace.
    Goldberg, already burdened with the complications and work of the Presidency, strolled slowly down the halls, walking steadily towards the exit. Halfway down the third corridor he passed through, he met a jubilant Mr. Osborne.
    "You look positively happy, Osborne. What made you so?" Goldberg asked.
    "I successfully cleaned the portrait frame of our founding President, Bill Mulberry, without damaging the painting itself. It was a hard job, but I pulled it off!" Mr. Osborne replied in an excited manner.
    Goldberg smiled, pat the satisfied groundskeeper on the back, and continued to walk towards the exit he used whenever he came to the National Senate. Mr. Osborne walked in the other direction, past Meeting Room No. 132 and down a dark, almost pitch-black corridor. Goldberg did not give this action of his much thought. The presidential exit door of the National Senate Palace was in sight when a muffled but blood-curdling cry of shock rang through the halls, followed by someone screaming: "MURDER! Mr. President, where are you? Poor Mr. Osborne has been murdered!"
    Without even a second thought, Goldberg rushed out the building and out into the National Senate gardens. There, he rushed over to the safety of his limousine, and was swiftly escorted back to the Presidential Residence. This is going to be a long night, the President thought. This would prove true.
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    Zoran reacted to Giovanniland in The Giovannilandian Gazette   
    The Giovannilandian Gazette
    Forum Factbook - NationStates Factbook
    The Giovannilandian Gazette is the official government newspaper from the Kingdom of Giovanniland. Here you can find important stories and notices from Giovanniland, Aura and the West Pacific. Stay tuned for future news!
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    Zoran reacted to VergVillerepublic in The Flag of the Vergville   
    The flag of the nation is represented by a navy blue swallowtail with its simplified coat of arms on the top left corner of the flag. The swallow tail design was chosen amongst the military and parliament for a sense of old fashioned culture. 

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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in The Zoranian Civil War   
    April 30, 1420
    11:00 AM Over Time
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ under orders of the Grand Security Council you are under arrest for treason!” yelled a soldier from the other side of the door. Atsil looked at the door in fear as the thought of being put in a prison cell crossed her mind.
    I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want to be queen! I wasn’t part of any of this!
    She thought to herself. The soldier banged on the door again,
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ if you do not open the door this instant we will be forced to use force.” yelled the soldier. Atsil could hear the soldiers planting charges on her door. She just stood there, paralyzed with fear.
    Great Spirit please help me!
    “Hey what’s the deal here? Don’t you guys think that ballistic breaching is a bit much for a normal apartment door?” said a muffled and unrecognizable voice. The sound of gunfire followed along with the sound of bodies hitting the floor, people being grappled, and a...wilhelm scream? Atsil leaned against her wall and slid down to the ground out of fear. Then there was silence and no sound was outside...until there was a slight click heard from the door followed by another click and a third click. After the third click the door unlocked and the door opened to reveal a man in a black reflective helmet mask in some strange black armor. Behind him were the unconscious bodies of six Zoranian soldiers and the man looked completely unharmed. He walked into her apartment casually as if nothing happened and looked at Atsil.
    “Sorry about that, hope they didn’t cause you too much trouble.” said the man. Atsil could tell that the man’s voice was modulated as it sounded too deep for it to be natural.
    “Who are you?” asked Atsil. The man’s body language shifted to give the idea that he was insulted,
    “How can you not know who I am?! I am the one and only CGZ and I am here to save your hide from the idiots in the GSC, the fat cats in their towers of false power, the fanatics that use the Great Spirit’s name for their own desires, and from the monarchists that are the closest thing you have to a fan club. Look I am not on any side of this war but seeing as you are an enemy to three of the four sides and a potential pawn for the fourth and that just makes you a target. Now I am offering you the chance to come with me and hide until the war ends. Just going to say it now, I am probably your only hope kid.” CGZ offered his hand to Atsil. Atsil thought about her situation for a minute, what he said was realistic as without her one side in the war effort would fall into divisions over who to make into a monarch and so she would become a target by the two other sides. Also she already is considered a traitor by the GSC so it looks like she has no other choice. She takes the legendary thief’s hand and is pulled to her feet.
    “Now before I take you with me I am going to have to blindfold you.” He says, taking out a black blindfold, “While I want to help you I can’t trust you with the location of my secret hideout. So if you could put that on it would make my job ten times easier.” Atsil sighs and begrudgingly puts it on. The thief then grabbed her hand and began to lead her out of the apartment building, through the conflict filled streets and into what she can assume to be a car. She was buckled into her seat with help from CGZ before he accelerated causing her to be pushed back into her seat.
    “When did my life get so complicated?” she said out loud without even realizing it,
    “Probably when your father died. Just stating the obvious here.” answered CGZ.
    As they sped down the streets they could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions. While she could not see, Atsil already imagined what must be going on. A few bullets even hit the car but they didn’t do any damage to the vehicle due to how armored it must be.
    “Jeeves play My Mix!” said CGZ and a posh sounding voice answered,
    “Right away sir.” A drum solo began to play from the speakers of the car and classic rock filled Atsil’s ears.
    “How are you so calm during all of this?! People are literally dying around us!” Atsil says trying to yell over the classic rock music,
    “Look it isn’t that I don’t care but it's the fact that I have to worry about getting you to safety without drawing too much attention to myself by using secret tunnels that I have all around the country. The thing is that the closest entrance to one of these tunnels is in the middle of one of the conflict zones. It is going to keep a level head when driving anyways.” says CGZ as he manages to swerve around a very obviously placed landmine that was set in the middle of the road.
    “Damn that was a famous Dalimbari mine! How much funding do these private militaries have!? Anyways, as you can-oh wait you can’t see, well if you could see you would understand why I am having to be so calm while driving. If I wasn’t calm then we wouldn’t survive so if you would be so kind try not to interrupt the music.” Atsil didn’t know what to say about this.
    By the Spirit I don’t know whether I am with a bold genius or an adrenaline junky madman!
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    Zoran got a reaction from Giovanniland in The Zoranian Civil War   
    April 30, 1420
    11:00 AM Over Time
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ under orders of the Grand Security Council you are under arrest for treason!” yelled a soldier from the other side of the door. Atsil looked at the door in fear as the thought of being put in a prison cell crossed her mind.
    I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want to be queen! I wasn’t part of any of this!
    She thought to herself. The soldier banged on the door again,
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ if you do not open the door this instant we will be forced to use force.” yelled the soldier. Atsil could hear the soldiers planting charges on her door. She just stood there, paralyzed with fear.
    Great Spirit please help me!
    “Hey what’s the deal here? Don’t you guys think that ballistic breaching is a bit much for a normal apartment door?” said a muffled and unrecognizable voice. The sound of gunfire followed along with the sound of bodies hitting the floor, people being grappled, and a...wilhelm scream? Atsil leaned against her wall and slid down to the ground out of fear. Then there was silence and no sound was outside...until there was a slight click heard from the door followed by another click and a third click. After the third click the door unlocked and the door opened to reveal a man in a black reflective helmet mask in some strange black armor. Behind him were the unconscious bodies of six Zoranian soldiers and the man looked completely unharmed. He walked into her apartment casually as if nothing happened and looked at Atsil.
    “Sorry about that, hope they didn’t cause you too much trouble.” said the man. Atsil could tell that the man’s voice was modulated as it sounded too deep for it to be natural.
    “Who are you?” asked Atsil. The man’s body language shifted to give the idea that he was insulted,
    “How can you not know who I am?! I am the one and only CGZ and I am here to save your hide from the idiots in the GSC, the fat cats in their towers of false power, the fanatics that use the Great Spirit’s name for their own desires, and from the monarchists that are the closest thing you have to a fan club. Look I am not on any side of this war but seeing as you are an enemy to three of the four sides and a potential pawn for the fourth and that just makes you a target. Now I am offering you the chance to come with me and hide until the war ends. Just going to say it now, I am probably your only hope kid.” CGZ offered his hand to Atsil. Atsil thought about her situation for a minute, what he said was realistic as without her one side in the war effort would fall into divisions over who to make into a monarch and so she would become a target by the two other sides. Also she already is considered a traitor by the GSC so it looks like she has no other choice. She takes the legendary thief’s hand and is pulled to her feet.
    “Now before I take you with me I am going to have to blindfold you.” He says, taking out a black blindfold, “While I want to help you I can’t trust you with the location of my secret hideout. So if you could put that on it would make my job ten times easier.” Atsil sighs and begrudgingly puts it on. The thief then grabbed her hand and began to lead her out of the apartment building, through the conflict filled streets and into what she can assume to be a car. She was buckled into her seat with help from CGZ before he accelerated causing her to be pushed back into her seat.
    “When did my life get so complicated?” she said out loud without even realizing it,
    “Probably when your father died. Just stating the obvious here.” answered CGZ.
    As they sped down the streets they could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions. While she could not see, Atsil already imagined what must be going on. A few bullets even hit the car but they didn’t do any damage to the vehicle due to how armored it must be.
    “Jeeves play My Mix!” said CGZ and a posh sounding voice answered,
    “Right away sir.” A drum solo began to play from the speakers of the car and classic rock filled Atsil’s ears.
    “How are you so calm during all of this?! People are literally dying around us!” Atsil says trying to yell over the classic rock music,
    “Look it isn’t that I don’t care but it's the fact that I have to worry about getting you to safety without drawing too much attention to myself by using secret tunnels that I have all around the country. The thing is that the closest entrance to one of these tunnels is in the middle of one of the conflict zones. It is going to keep a level head when driving anyways.” says CGZ as he manages to swerve around a very obviously placed landmine that was set in the middle of the road.
    “Damn that was a famous Dalimbari mine! How much funding do these private militaries have!? Anyways, as you can-oh wait you can’t see, well if you could see you would understand why I am having to be so calm while driving. If I wasn’t calm then we wouldn’t survive so if you would be so kind try not to interrupt the music.” Atsil didn’t know what to say about this.
    By the Spirit I don’t know whether I am with a bold genius or an adrenaline junky madman!
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    Zoran got a reaction from Dalimbar in The Zoranian Civil War   
    April 30, 1420
    11:00 AM Over Time
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ under orders of the Grand Security Council you are under arrest for treason!” yelled a soldier from the other side of the door. Atsil looked at the door in fear as the thought of being put in a prison cell crossed her mind.
    I didn’t ask for this! I don’t want to be queen! I wasn’t part of any of this!
    She thought to herself. The soldier banged on the door again,
    “Atsil Ani’-Wah’ if you do not open the door this instant we will be forced to use force.” yelled the soldier. Atsil could hear the soldiers planting charges on her door. She just stood there, paralyzed with fear.
    Great Spirit please help me!
    “Hey what’s the deal here? Don’t you guys think that ballistic breaching is a bit much for a normal apartment door?” said a muffled and unrecognizable voice. The sound of gunfire followed along with the sound of bodies hitting the floor, people being grappled, and a...wilhelm scream? Atsil leaned against her wall and slid down to the ground out of fear. Then there was silence and no sound was outside...until there was a slight click heard from the door followed by another click and a third click. After the third click the door unlocked and the door opened to reveal a man in a black reflective helmet mask in some strange black armor. Behind him were the unconscious bodies of six Zoranian soldiers and the man looked completely unharmed. He walked into her apartment casually as if nothing happened and looked at Atsil.
    “Sorry about that, hope they didn’t cause you too much trouble.” said the man. Atsil could tell that the man’s voice was modulated as it sounded too deep for it to be natural.
    “Who are you?” asked Atsil. The man’s body language shifted to give the idea that he was insulted,
    “How can you not know who I am?! I am the one and only CGZ and I am here to save your hide from the idiots in the GSC, the fat cats in their towers of false power, the fanatics that use the Great Spirit’s name for their own desires, and from the monarchists that are the closest thing you have to a fan club. Look I am not on any side of this war but seeing as you are an enemy to three of the four sides and a potential pawn for the fourth and that just makes you a target. Now I am offering you the chance to come with me and hide until the war ends. Just going to say it now, I am probably your only hope kid.” CGZ offered his hand to Atsil. Atsil thought about her situation for a minute, what he said was realistic as without her one side in the war effort would fall into divisions over who to make into a monarch and so she would become a target by the two other sides. Also she already is considered a traitor by the GSC so it looks like she has no other choice. She takes the legendary thief’s hand and is pulled to her feet.
    “Now before I take you with me I am going to have to blindfold you.” He says, taking out a black blindfold, “While I want to help you I can’t trust you with the location of my secret hideout. So if you could put that on it would make my job ten times easier.” Atsil sighs and begrudgingly puts it on. The thief then grabbed her hand and began to lead her out of the apartment building, through the conflict filled streets and into what she can assume to be a car. She was buckled into her seat with help from CGZ before he accelerated causing her to be pushed back into her seat.
    “When did my life get so complicated?” she said out loud without even realizing it,
    “Probably when your father died. Just stating the obvious here.” answered CGZ.
    As they sped down the streets they could hear the sounds of gunfire and explosions. While she could not see, Atsil already imagined what must be going on. A few bullets even hit the car but they didn’t do any damage to the vehicle due to how armored it must be.
    “Jeeves play My Mix!” said CGZ and a posh sounding voice answered,
    “Right away sir.” A drum solo began to play from the speakers of the car and classic rock filled Atsil’s ears.
    “How are you so calm during all of this?! People are literally dying around us!” Atsil says trying to yell over the classic rock music,
    “Look it isn’t that I don’t care but it's the fact that I have to worry about getting you to safety without drawing too much attention to myself by using secret tunnels that I have all around the country. The thing is that the closest entrance to one of these tunnels is in the middle of one of the conflict zones. It is going to keep a level head when driving anyways.” says CGZ as he manages to swerve around a very obviously placed landmine that was set in the middle of the road.
    “Damn that was a famous Dalimbari mine! How much funding do these private militaries have!? Anyways, as you can-oh wait you can’t see, well if you could see you would understand why I am having to be so calm while driving. If I wasn’t calm then we wouldn’t survive so if you would be so kind try not to interrupt the music.” Atsil didn’t know what to say about this.
    By the Spirit I don’t know whether I am with a bold genius or an adrenaline junky madman!
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    Zoran reacted to Kurabis in The Kurabi News   
    Ministry of Transport has agreed to build a new section of a highway
    October 11, 1420
     
    Earlier today, Minister of Transport, Jakåb Kos /KNP/, has annouced plans for building a new section of the D3 highway. The new section will lead from Klenapist to Klejne Mjesto. The section should be done and open in March 1421.
    "We are pleased to announce, that we are going to build a new section of a highway, D3 specifically. This new section leads from Klenapist to Klejne Mjesto. We have decided to do this because of the bad road connection to Klejne Mjesto. At this moment, the train is a more viable option to travel to Klejne Mjesto. It will also help tourism in Klejne Mjesto, thus the economy."
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    Zoran got a reaction from Fujai in Death of a President   
    April 30, 1420
    9:30 AM Over time
    Atsil Ani’-Wah’

    Sarcophagi lined the walls of the mausoleum with statues of great Zoranian men and women standing erect behind them. Light shone through the stained glass windows as Atsil and the SIC agent walked off to a secluded corner of the mausoleum to discuss her future.
    “I would like to first give my condolences, your father truly was a great man.” said the man,
    “Thank you, might I ask what your name is?” asked Atsil,
    “I can’t give you my true name but you can call me 4012. You already know why I am here, I came on behalf of the SIC to ask if you plan on continuing your family tradition.” said 4012. Atsil let out a sigh, she knew that this would come up shortly after her father died.
    “I am not sure. There is a lot of change currently and I am not sure if I want to go into the SIC.” She answered with uncertainty in her voice. 4012 nodded in response seemingly understanding what she must be experiencing,
    “That is completely reasonable, but when we saw your father named you the new head of the Ani’-Wah’ family we looked into your academic record and we were impressed by what we saw and is very typical of almost all Ani’-Wah’s who entered the SIC. Graduating from high school early, being in your final year of university at the age of eighteen, having straight A’s, being fluent in three languages, and studying political science. You would make an ideal agent in the SIC.” Atsil was surprised at the amount of information that 4012 had on her. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out by what he knew.
    “I can understand that but I don’t know. It is just a lot to think about and I am going to need some time. If you could contact me in a few days then I might have an answer for you.” said Atsil. 4012 nodded as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and let out a sigh,
    “I will be sure to do that. If you would excuse me I have to take this.” he said as he answered his phone and walked away.
    If this is any indication of things to come then my life is about to get very complicated.
    Atsil thought to herself before walking down the halls of the mausoleum to attend the ceremony that is being broadcast across the nation. She took her seat at the front of the ceremony and watched it while thinking about the future of her life.

    11:00 AM Over Time

    The statue of Apenimon Ani’-Wah’ was unveiled and blessed by the shaman as the ceremony was drawn to a close and the casket was carried into the crypt. Atsil wiped her eyes as she walked down the steps of the mausoleum, thinking, once again, about 4012’s offer to join the SIC and her family tradition. The crowds of people behind the barricade were slowly let into the mausoleum to pay their respects to her father and a majority of them stopped to bow to her as though she were royalty. They all kept their distance out of respect as she made her way to the limo that was waiting to take her back to her apartment. But as she entered limo, she thought she overheard someone in the crowd whisper,
    “Is that her? Is she the girl that people online have been saying should be the first Queen of Zoran?” 
    Atsil was confused as to what she heard but she didn’t think of it too much on the ride back to her apartment. When she arrived at her apartment not too far from the Platypus Island University campus, she looked outside her window that had a view of the Grand Security Council Meeting Hall. She thought about what must be going on inside the emergency meeting that was called today when she saw an explosion erupt from the building. She stared in horror at the event as she saw Zoranian soldiers run around the building as security went on high alert. She then heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the Meeting Hall. Atsil got away from the window at this point and went on to see what the news was saying about this. The first thing that popped up was a live video feed of what was occurring. She saw soldiers fighting against what appeared to be normal Zoranians. It was pure chaos, people were shouting, guns were fired, people were dying, and fire was burning.
    What in the world is going on!?
    She looked further into the event and read the headlines of major news sources in the country. 
    Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! 
    Corporations Declare War Against Government
    Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council!
    Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran!
    Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War
    The list of headlines went on and on and Atsil was shocked as to what the country has become. She soon recalled what she had heard back when she was leaving the Mausoleum as she saw a headline that read, Monarchists Declare Atsil Ani’-Wah’ Queen of Zoran. That was when she heard someone banging on her apartment door.
    To be continued in a new thread: The Zoranian Civil War
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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in Death of a President   
    April 30, 1420
    9:30 AM Over time
    Atsil Ani’-Wah’

    Sarcophagi lined the walls of the mausoleum with statues of great Zoranian men and women standing erect behind them. Light shone through the stained glass windows as Atsil and the SIC agent walked off to a secluded corner of the mausoleum to discuss her future.
    “I would like to first give my condolences, your father truly was a great man.” said the man,
    “Thank you, might I ask what your name is?” asked Atsil,
    “I can’t give you my true name but you can call me 4012. You already know why I am here, I came on behalf of the SIC to ask if you plan on continuing your family tradition.” said 4012. Atsil let out a sigh, she knew that this would come up shortly after her father died.
    “I am not sure. There is a lot of change currently and I am not sure if I want to go into the SIC.” She answered with uncertainty in her voice. 4012 nodded in response seemingly understanding what she must be experiencing,
    “That is completely reasonable, but when we saw your father named you the new head of the Ani’-Wah’ family we looked into your academic record and we were impressed by what we saw and is very typical of almost all Ani’-Wah’s who entered the SIC. Graduating from high school early, being in your final year of university at the age of eighteen, having straight A’s, being fluent in three languages, and studying political science. You would make an ideal agent in the SIC.” Atsil was surprised at the amount of information that 4012 had on her. She didn’t know whether to be flattered or creeped out by what he knew.
    “I can understand that but I don’t know. It is just a lot to think about and I am going to need some time. If you could contact me in a few days then I might have an answer for you.” said Atsil. 4012 nodded as his phone began to ring. He pulled it out and let out a sigh,
    “I will be sure to do that. If you would excuse me I have to take this.” he said as he answered his phone and walked away.
    If this is any indication of things to come then my life is about to get very complicated.
    Atsil thought to herself before walking down the halls of the mausoleum to attend the ceremony that is being broadcast across the nation. She took her seat at the front of the ceremony and watched it while thinking about the future of her life.

    11:00 AM Over Time

    The statue of Apenimon Ani’-Wah’ was unveiled and blessed by the shaman as the ceremony was drawn to a close and the casket was carried into the crypt. Atsil wiped her eyes as she walked down the steps of the mausoleum, thinking, once again, about 4012’s offer to join the SIC and her family tradition. The crowds of people behind the barricade were slowly let into the mausoleum to pay their respects to her father and a majority of them stopped to bow to her as though she were royalty. They all kept their distance out of respect as she made her way to the limo that was waiting to take her back to her apartment. But as she entered limo, she thought she overheard someone in the crowd whisper,
    “Is that her? Is she the girl that people online have been saying should be the first Queen of Zoran?” 
    Atsil was confused as to what she heard but she didn’t think of it too much on the ride back to her apartment. When she arrived at her apartment not too far from the Platypus Island University campus, she looked outside her window that had a view of the Grand Security Council Meeting Hall. She thought about what must be going on inside the emergency meeting that was called today when she saw an explosion erupt from the building. She stared in horror at the event as she saw Zoranian soldiers run around the building as security went on high alert. She then heard the sound of gunfire coming from the direction of the Meeting Hall. Atsil got away from the window at this point and went on to see what the news was saying about this. The first thing that popped up was a live video feed of what was occurring. She saw soldiers fighting against what appeared to be normal Zoranians. It was pure chaos, people were shouting, guns were fired, people were dying, and fire was burning.
    What in the world is going on!?
    She looked further into the event and read the headlines of major news sources in the country. 
    Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! 
    Corporations Declare War Against Government
    Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council!
    Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran!
    Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War
    The list of headlines went on and on and Atsil was shocked as to what the country has become. She soon recalled what she had heard back when she was leaving the Mausoleum as she saw a headline that read, Monarchists Declare Atsil Ani’-Wah’ Queen of Zoran. That was when she heard someone banging on her apartment door.
    To be continued in a new thread: The Zoranian Civil War
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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in Death of a President   
    April 30, 1420
    Grand Defense Council Meeting Chamber
     
    “Have you seen the crowds gathered in the streets? Not even Austenaco’s death gathered this many people.” said Rep. Lunase,
    “Indeed,” agreed Rep. Tsolaquo, “the people’s reaction was unexpected. However, social media is lighting up with talk of a regime change. While I tend to ignore rumors on social media, the popularity of the topic is concerning.”
    “A regime change? But why? I thought the people supported the current government?” asked Rep. Nowego,
    “They did but the people of Zoran have become intrigued by ideologies and policies practiced abroad. There are four forms of government being thrown around. The people are calling for either a theocracy or a monarchy, however; there have also been rumors that corporations are planning on taking power.” said Rep. Gayuhe.
    The room erupted into discussion as the representatives talked about their fears of a civil war or a revolution. Some of the older members of the Council were in denial of these rumors. They believe that the rumors on social media only represent a minority of people within the country and don’t truly reflect the majority opinion of the country. The younger members of the Council did believe in the rumors and believed that the people truly wanted a new government. But as they discussed the credibility of these rumors there was one word that they all feared, revolution. The Speaker banged their gavel and called order in the Council room,
    “If these rumors are true, who do they propose should lead the country under these systems?” asked the Speaker. Rep. Quadelo rose from his seat to answer the question,
    “There seems to be a three way divide amongst those who support a monarchy, one group proposes that the Ani’-Wah’ family should be the royal house of Zoran as President Ani’-Wah’ was the most recent president of Zoran and thus it should continue from his line. Another states that the Ah-ni-di clan should be the royal house as Austenaco unified Zoran and thus should have divine right to rule. Then there is the third group that proposes that Zoran should invite a royal from another country to rule Zoran, the most popular house name being tossed around is that of House Halohin. In terms of the theocrats, they propose that the country should be ruled by the Divine Shaman stating that he would have the nation’s best interest at heart all while keeping us on the Great Spirit’s path.”
    “But what of this corporate conspiracy? Is there any evidence that supports the idea that it is more than just a rumor?” asks the Speaker.
    “There isn’t much evidence but there are some very worrying transactions in the public records between some corporations and private military companies. I doubt that any of these groups will strike today as it would be dishonorable to do so during a day of mourning. But we should take this day to prepare for a potential civil war.” answered Rep. Lunase.
    An uncomfortable silence fell over the room as the word they all feared left her lips. The Council now had to make a decision on how to deal with this threat to the stability of the nation, the lives of millions rests in their hands now.
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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in Death of a President   
    April 30, 1420
    Atsil Ani’-Wah’
     
    All was quiet in Zoran, especially in the streets of Zoradia where the public funeral was to be held. I was still thinking of my father and all he told me in the limo only three days ago. The lawyer told me yesterday about the clause in the will where it gave me the choice to accept my father’s decision to make me the head of the Ani’-Wah’ family and I have thought about this heavily.
    Centuries of family tradition ride on my decision, if I accept the tradition will be upheld and continue through me. However, if I reject it then the tradition will be jeopardized as none of my siblings are eligible to follow the tradition completely. Oh if only I had more time to decide.
    I thought to myself as the limo came to a stop in front of the Rising Sun Mausoleum. People are only entombed there if ninety percent of the country’s voting population votes to have someone entombed there and the Divine Shaman has to deem the person to be morally and spiritually righteous. I was amazed by how quickly the people called for a vote on my father and how quickly the Divine Shaman delivered his judgement(historically this usually takes several days) as he delivered it within six hours of my father’s death. Of course people investigated due to how quickly this all took place but they couldn’t find any form of corruption that could have influenced the vote or the Divine Shaman. However, my father was to be buried there ceremonially, his body would not be in the casket that was to be entombed in the crypt. Our family planned to have a private funeral where we would bury his body according to his requests he made in his will.
    As I got out of the limo wearing my black dress and black veil, I saw the crowds of people in the streets holding Damask roses of different colors waiting for their time that they would be allowed to pay their respects.
    Wow...father really did impact a lot of people during his presidency. Despite the fact that the position has no influence, he did a lot to promote peace between our country and others all while making life better for Zoranians in the years he was voted into office. It’s just incredible how he could do so much with so little actual power.
    I thought this to myself as I climbed up the steps towards the entrance of the mausoleum. When I reached the stop of the stairs, a bald and older looking man in a black suit walked up to me,
    “Ah you must be Atsil, it is a pleasure to finally meet you!” He then shook my hand and I just stood there in confusion as I had never met this man in my life.
    “Um, do I know you? I mean I know that I am the center of attention due to the media leaking that I still haven’t decided to become head of the Ani’-Wah’ family but I do not know if I have met you before.” I say in confusion,
    “Ah my apologies, no you have not met me but I worked closely with your father before he went into politics and before he became the head of AW Encrypted. You know what that means yes?” my eyes widened when he said this as I indeed knew what this meant, he worked for the SIC,
    “Would you prefer if we didn’t talk in the open?” I asked knowing his answer before he told me,
    “Yes I would.” he says with a smile as we walk into the mausoleum together.
    (OOC Note: if you wish to write in this topic you can, it would be an event like the olympics but not sports related and it would be canon. Your leaders can be at the funeral or a delegation from your country can be there, you can also be a news reporter there. The choice is yours!)
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    Zoran got a reaction from Artztokzsia in Death of a President   
    Official Announcement from the Zoranian Government
    Our heads hang low and our hearts bleed red for the captain lays dead.
    While the sun may shine on Zoran today, a shadow of sorrow has descended upon us today. For twelve great years, President Apenimon Ani'-Wah' has served as our President, one of the longest serving presidents in Zoranian history. He never intended to serve for as long as he has, in fact he didn't officially run after his first term. Ani'-Wah' was a suffering servant, he never ran for office after his first term, in fact he requested that his name to not be on the ballot. But the people wrote his name in the ballot year after year, despite his best efforts. He had every opportunity to refuse the nomination, he could have simply gone back to his regular life like he wanted to. But instead, he went with the will of the people and accepted the burden of being the voice of Zoran to the nations of the world. While the powers of the president are nonexistent, it is a position with a lot of responsibility and one with lots of hardship and criticism. We have seen him take the responsibility along with the hardship with stride time and time again and we have seen him age physically under the pressures of the position.
    We hereby announce a public funeral for the great man and invite all people who wish to attend. Foreign nations are allowed to send their delegations to the event if they choose to send any and leaders of nations can attend if they so choose as well. May we come together to remember the man that was Apenimon Ani'-Wah' and we send our regards to the Ani'-Wah' family for their loss of the head of their family.
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    Zoran reacted to Artztokzsia in Death of a President   
    Premier Georgi Benoran of Artztokzsia had been in Zoran for the past couple of days. He was rather unkown upon the populace being from another continent. He had been paying his respects to the Late  President Apenimon Ani'-Wah'. All was going well until one of his Guards burst into his hotel room.
    11:00 AM
    "Sir, there has been a bombing in the Grand Defense Council Meeting Chamber!" said the soldier, "We need to get you out of here!"
    "What!?" said the Premier,  gunfire roars in the distance. More guards appear in the doorway. They hastily escort their Premier out of the building.
    "Can someone please explain what's happening?" asked Georgi.
    "We don't know sir. It seems like a riot." explained the guard, "We're preparing your private jet right now."
    12:30 PM
    The Premier arrived safely to the airport and the plane took off with no problems. The Premier turns on the in-flight television and switches the channel to the local news channel.
    Explosion at GSC Meeting Hall! 
    Corporations Declare War Against Government
    Monarchists Take Up Arms Against the Security Council!
    Religious Fanatics Declare Crusade, Claim Divine Shaman is True Ruler of Zoran!
    Zoranian Civil War has Begun: Understanding the Four Factions of the War
    "My god, a civil war," said the stunned leader, "First Apenimon then the country. We can't have this happen to Artztokzsia"
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