Zoran

The Çandarlı-Yenesia Pact
As of the fourth of April in 2020, in the interest of lasting peace, mutual prosperity, and a desire to solidify a deep friendship between the people of the Sultanate of Lanorth and the people of the Confederacy of Zoran, the representatives of the governments of the aforementioned nations hereby declare the formal existence of the Çandarlı-Yenesia Pact. Seeking to protect the people on both sides of the Darkesian from foreign aggression, maintain the safety of commerce and travel, and preserve the freedom of Zoranians and Lanorthians alike, both parties agree:
Neither party shall take military action against the other and shall support each other should any coalition form against them Neither party shall conduct espionage on each other Should either party be attacked by a foreign nation without military provocation, or in such a way that threatens the territorial sovereignty of either party, the other party shall aid the threatened party in military defense. May this agreement stand as a warning to any who seek to threaten either of our nations and a testament to the friendship between the two nations.

Hello people of The West Pacific, while my username is LoOhNo, you all can just simply call me Lo (and you're free to make puns with it!)
I'm new to NS, having only joined a couple of days ago on suggestion of a friend, and while he's in another region, I was welcomed into TWP so warmly I'm most definitely set on staying. I'm learning things as I go along, discovering features, talking to more experienced members of the region, and I can't wait to make the most out of this game and its community. I also plan to get more deeply involved, when the time will be right and my experiences have grown more numerous. I'm not a native English speaker, but I've speaking the language for many years now, so I usually have no problems with it, but do warn me if I write anything weird or inaccurate.
The Community of Dayadhvam is born an anarchist nation of simple manners: it's a pacifist country where everyone is equal, economy takes a backseat, and everyone is encouraged to both sustain themselves by growing crops and performing mutual aid. Its priorities are welfare, healthcare and education, and it has no intention to own a private military unless strictly necessary. In our nation, we encourage freedom to be whoever you are, and we welcome anyone and everyone with open hearts, exception being made for those who betray these ideals, and are exiled. Decisions are made democratically. Our currency is the wheat grain, representing the right to sustenance for everyone, and our national animal is the noble ant, a small but strong, tireless worker whose strength shines when in large numbers. The nation's name derives from the Hindu and Buddhist values of "Datta, Dayadhvam, Damyata", respectively meaning "Giving, compassion, self-control", as described in the Brihadaranyaka Upanishad. Dayadhvam loves you, and we hope you'll love us too!
Much thanks again for the warm welcome, and I hope to see you all around the game, forum and discord!

PART 8: RELATIONSHIPS, BOTH FOREIGN AND PERSONAL
Mehmed lay in his bed. His hands were on his head. Next to him, lay Sabriye, who was lying there. Sabriye sighed. Mehmed turned over, away from her. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. "What the hell?" Murmured Mehmed, looking at the door,
"Who is that?" Asked Sabriye.
"I don't know." Mehmed replied, getting out of bed. He put on his robe. "Who's there?" Ask Mehmed.
"I have a message for you, my Sultan." Came the voice of one of his servants.
"What is it?" Asked Mehmed.
"It's your Minister of Defence, Sultan. Çandarlı Pasha." She said. "He has secured a treaty with Zoran, a defensive pact, I believe." She said.
"Okay, thank you for letting me know." Mehmed said.
"No problem, my Sultan." Mehmed heard footsteps leading away from the door. Mehmed turned back to Sabriye, who remained in bed. Mehmed walked over and crouched down next to the bed. She sat up, leaning her forehead against his. Mehmed stood up and walked around the bed, lying back down.
"What to do, what to do." Said Mehmed as he lay down. "I know." Said Mehmed. He reached over to his bedside tabe and grabbed his cigarette case and his lighter. "I'll have a smoke." He flicked open the case, taking out a cigarette. He flicked the case shut, uputting it back on his table. He used the lighter to light the cigarette, before placing it back on the table. He inhaled. As he took the cigarette away from his lips, Sabriye put out her hand, as if she was gesturing for the cigarette.
"May I?" Asked Sabriye. "Not something I tend to do, I'd like to try it though." She said. Mehmed handed her the cigarette.
"Sure, go ahead." Said Mehmed. Mehmed watched her raise the cigarette to her lips and watched her inhale, but she exhaled almost immidiately, letting out a cough. Mehmed took the cigarette back from her.
"How are you feeling?" He asked.
"Yeah." Said Sabriye. "Smoking is not something I frequently do... I love the taste, though."
"Vanilla flavoured. Best cigarettes in all of the country." Said Mehmed, putting it back up to his lips. "Smoking may be bad for you, sure. But it gives you a feeling of... pleasure." Said Mehmed, smoke coming from his mouth as he talked.
"Mehmed." Said Sabriye, turning onto her side to face Mehmed.
"Yes" Said Mehmed, turning onto his side to face her.
"I need to ask, what are we doing here?" Mehmed looked at her, a confused look on his face.
"Pardon?" Said Mehmed.
"With... us." Said Sabriye. "I love you, Mehmed. But I need to know, do you love me too?" She asked. Mehmed ignored her.
"Okay" She said, sighing.
"We best be getting up now." Said Mehmed. "Again."
"Course." Said Sabriye. They then, got out of bed. Ready to start the day. However, steadily, tension grew between them. Mehmed was beginning to feel hatred, somewhat and regret of this new relationship.

"752"
Erebos & Hemera
 

The Zoranian Times

New Flag Created!
Last week, the thirty provincial communes all decided to change the Zoranian flag a bit. The design is still the same but there was some slight color changes and a new Coat of Arms was put onto the flag. This coat of arms has a golden A on it that represents the anarchist society and the broken chains in the A represent the freedom of our people. The red compass road on the left part of the coat of arms represents the naval tradition of the Zoranian people. The Red Spherical Grid on the black background is the flag of the Grand Defense Council and represents being unified under the Defense Council. The assembly on the right part of the coat of arms represents the communes and how all people can participate in their local communes, as long as they are of age of course. Finally, the sun represents hope for the future and the belief in the Great Spirit. The new flag was accepted by Zoranians in all communes and has become the official flag for Zoran.
 
Zoran to Participate in Second Burning Marsupial Festival
The Zoranian government has officially announced that it would participate in the second annual Burning Marsupial Festival and that it would make an effort to share Zoranian culture with other nations of the West and East Pacific regions along with nations from other regions. This is the first time Zoran has participated in the festival and current Minister of Foreign Affairs, Wohali Anisaho, has said,
"The Festival has been a marvel so far. I genuinely feel like I am part of the community. I was also pleased to find that many aspects of our culture and tradition are supported there. I have also truly been enjoying myself here while also building relations with other nations."
This engagement will surely promote better relations with other states and many people within Zoran approve of this move as a step towards becoming more active in the international community.
 
Potential Passports?
There has been rumors that the Transportation Council are debating on creating a official Zoranian passport for international travel. Many believe that this is a necessity if the Confederacy of Zoran is to truly interact with other people in the West Pacific. However, there has been some opposition to this as many believe that there was never a need to develop a passport in the past and that just because we are now more known to the world doesn't mean we should have to change how things have been. This opinion is not very popular when compared to the opinion of other Zoranians and it appears that a majority of the population approve of the creation of a passport so they can easily engage in international travel. Many Zoranians have been turned down back due to the fact that they did not have a passport to allow them to enter another country. In fact, some diplomats have been turned away even thought they have had diplomatic business to attend to due the sheer fact that they did not have a diplomatic passport. Whether these rumors of the discussion within the Transportation Council is true or not is not yet revealed but people hope that they will get an answer soon.

In the name of the Confederacy of Zoran, I Ambassador Yenisia agree to the terms of the agreement.
Signed,
ᏗᏐᏴ ᏰᏁᏍᎢᎠ

PART 7: CONSTANTINOPLE'S SUNRISE
Mehmed awoke. He slowly sat running his right hand over his face. He looked to his right. Sabriye lay there, still asleep. Mehmed smiled to himself, thinking about the previous night. He got out of bed and put on his dressing gown, made from what would be called in our world, Ottoman silk. He sat down, picking up the case of cigarettes he had placed on his desk. He then picked up his lighter, before he walked outside, onto the balcony where they stood several hours prior. The sun was beginning to rise over the city. Mehemd placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it.
He watched the sunrise, letting the smoke once again fill his lungs as the taste of vanilla lingered over his tongue. He exhaled slowly. A cloud of smoke emerged from his lips. As he watched the sunrise, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, to see Sabriye in one of his dressing gowns. He smiled. She smiled back. "Joining me then?" Mehmed said.
"Yes" She replied walking forwards to stand next to him. One next to him, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Mehmed chuckled.
"What do you like more? The surnise or the sunset?" Mehmed asked, still admiring the sun's glow as it began to rise.
"I prefer the sunset. But the sunrise is just as beautiful." She responded, sighing. Mehmed rested his head against the top of her head, as the sun became visible over the city.
"Should we have breakfast?" Mehmed asked her, raising his head back up.
"Not yet." She responded. "Lets wait until it has risen completely." Mehmed chuckled.
"Very well." He said. Mehmed looked back up at the sunrise. He felt her arm wrap around his waist. Mehmed turned to her. "Okay. Lets go and have breakfast now? I'm getting quite hungry." Sabriye sighed. She then leaned in and kissed Mehmed on the lips. After exchanging this kiss, she stepped back.
"Now we can." Mehmed placed out his two hands and Sabriye took them both. Mehmed then rested his forehead against her own and Mehmed kissed her forehead.
"Then lets go. But first, we best get dressed." He said. Mehmed dropped his cigarette and stepped on it, before kicking it aside. They walked inside and Mehmed walked over to his closet. He put on his standard black robes with the ceremonial armour plate he loved to wear. He turned to Sabriye, who had put on a blue dress. "Ready?" Mehmed asked her. She nodded. Mehmed then approached her and put out his hand, once again and Sabriye took it.
Mehmed and Sabriye then walked to the door of the bedroom, before it was opened by Mehmed's servant. Mehmed and Sabriye then walked down the stairs to the dining hall. Mehmed, when they reached the table they were going to sit at, let go of her hand and gestured to a seat, which he had pulled up for her. She sat down and Mehmed pushed her in gently. Mehmed then walked around and sat in his own chair. A waiter then approached them and asked for their order.
Mehmed gestured to Sabriye, who asked for a healthy breakfast that the waiter could pick for her, whilst Mehmed ordered a full Lanorthan breakfast. It arrived and Mehmed had some fruit juice for a drink, whilst Sabriye had some water. They were finished around half-an-hour later. Mehmed and Sabriye stood up and exited the room, walking back up the stairs.
"Sultan?" Asked Sabriye, after she cleared he throat.
"Yes?" Responded Mehmed, inclining his head to look at her as they reached the landing.
"My father. What will he think of, of this? Or, of us, if you will?" She said, looking up at Mehmed.
"Nothing. Your father and I, we are on good terms." Said Mehmed confidently.
"Are you sure?" She asked, stopping as they stood on the landing.
"Of course." Mehmed replied. They held hands. Sabriye leaned in as she wrapped her hands around Mehmed's neck. They exchanged a long, passionate kiss. Sabriye withdrew her head, but leaned in again, as Mehmed lifted her up. She giggled as he lifted her, as they continued doing their thing. Mehmed walked towards their bedroom, shutting the door with his foot behind him.

Welcome, we're excited to have you here! We hope you become more active here. TWP is an amazing community. If you have any questions, just ask.

Hello TWP! My nation is the United Auroran Republic. I joined NS earlier today. I am excited to be here and see how the politics, and systems of this game works!
A few years back I did play NS but never got into the politic side of it.

The Libterrarian Government has set up a small touristic tour of the area to allow non-scientists to see the remains of the ancient civilization. Libterraria also proposes the name "West Doll Guldur Ancient Civilization" as a temporary name for the civiliztion, until we learn what they used to call themselves. 

I was hiding on the TWP discord. I watched the video from Drew Durnil on NationStates. I watched the servers burn as thousands of "revolutions and settlers" (new players) founded nation's at rates that would put galactic empires to shame. I hope to see NS bloom from the rise of new players, to get an injection of new nation's and new blood that can offer new opportunities for the community.
But for now I can only hope and dream, as I currently await the fallout of the mighty Durnil Spring from the shelter of the TWP discord bunker. I wonder how the (NS) world will look after I get back online. I wonder what will happen. I look forward to it! 

Caleraine, Lanorth
June 22nd, 1386
Four men were dining in a restaurant in Caleraine. The restaurant, called The Golden Palace, was a posh one. It served complicated and posh meals. Despite how complicated they were, they were executed spectacularly. The restaurant, however, only had six people inside of it today. Roland 'The Viper' Meddings and his brother, Bryson 'The Bull' Meddings. They were two prominent members of a crime family. Roland was the leader of the crime family and Bryson was the underboss. The other four were bodyguards.

Six men walked down the street. Dressed in black suits with white shirts and black dress ties, it was obvious who they were. The street leading up to the restaurant was unusually quiet and empty. That was because everyone knew who the Napolitano family were. And when they were around, no-one else was. Everyone was too afraid of them. They walked down the street in the middle of the road, carrying submachine guns with drum mags carrying 100 rounds. They had each had three drum mags on their persons.
They stopped in-front of the restaurant. They all spaced out, facing the restaurant. Then, they raised their submachine guns. They looked at each-other in complete silence before what seemed to be the leader of the four shouted "Lighten 'em up!" They, following these words, began spraying into the restaurant. The windows shattered as the people inside scrambled to cover. Bryson was struck four times in the back. His right lung was punctured.
The gunfire continued, as the six men stormed the restaurant. One of Roland's men attempted to stand up from his cover and fire. He was gunned down immediately, with eight shots hitting him, killing him instantly. "No!" Roland yelled over the gunfire, but no-one heard him. Roland stayed in cover, taking out his pistol. The six men stopped firing. When they did, two more men poked their heads up. They were then shot and killed. The other stood up and put his hands in the air. He was then gunned down.
"Roland Meddings. We are here for you." Said one of the six men. He had a thick, foreign accent. "Come out now and you may love. Refuse and you are dead."
"Okay, okay!" Roland stood up and walked out in-front of the men, hands in the air. One of the men approached him. They were less than a metre away. The man pressed the muzzle of his submachine gun against Roland's stomach. "Please, have mercy. I'll do anything! I'll give you money, lots of it!" The man then pulled the trigger, firing six bullets into his gut, sending him onto his back, mortally wounded. He walked over his body and fired another ten into his chest. He was now dead. Very dead.
"We're done. Lets get the hell out of here before the police show up." Said one of the man, looking at Roland's lifeless body. They left the restaurant. "This will start a war between our family and his." He then said as they were approaching their black van.
They unlocked it and clambered inside. "That was one helluva message, boys."
"That wasn't a message." The Leader chuckled. "It was a declaration of war. And we are going to win."

Thank you!

PART 6: STARS IN THE SKY
It was around eight in the evening in Constantinople. The Sultan, Mehmed, had invited the Lanorthan equivalent of Dukes, Duchesses, Barons, etc from across the country to attend a garden party at his palace. The party had started by eight. Mehmed stood with in his ceremonial outfit, a glass of champagne in his hand, speaking to a Lanorthan equivalent of an Earl.
"Sultan, I am honoured to meet you." Said the Earl, named İlkay.
"Lets face it, my friend." Replied the Sultan. "We were going to meet eventually, with your position and all." They both chuckled at this. Mehmed took a sip of his champagne. The daughter of İlkay then approached her father. She was, in Mehmed's opinion, beautiful. Mehmed glanced at her and smiled. Her eyes widened as she realised who her father was talking to.
"Oh, Sultan. This is my daughter, Sabriye." Sabriye curtsied. Mehmed gestured with his hand for her to rise. Mehmed cleared his throat. He finished his champagne and his servant came over. Mehmed handed the servant the champagne glass and he walked away. Mehmed then took out his golden case and opened it, taking out a cigarette. He put it between his lips and pocketed the case, before he took out his gold lighter and lit the cigarette.
Sabriye was about the Sultan's age, just a little younger. Mehmed and Sabriye were both nineteen, although Mehmed was older than her by a few months.
He smiled, before Sabriye spoke. "Sultan, I am so happy to have finally met you!" She said.
"Likewise." Said Mehmed, removing the cigarette from his lips. Mehmed looked at Sabriye. Sabriye looked back at him. He smiled, putting the cigarette back up to his lips. Mehmed turned to the sky. "Are you enjoying the party?" Mehmed asked the two, admiring the stars in the sky.
"Yes, my Sultan." Said Sabriye. İlkay then said something similar. Mehmed nodded at this. İlkay then excused himself. Mehmed looked back at Sabriye.
"Beautiful, aren't they?" Said Mehmed. Sabriye turned her head swiftly.
"Pardon, Sultan?" Said Sabriye.
"The stars." Mehmed said. "They're beautiful, aren't they?"
"Yes." Said Sabriye, looking up. Mehmed turned.
"What was your name again?" Asked Sabriye.
"My name is Sabriye, Sultan." She responded.
"Of course." Said Mehmed. "Sabriye, just quickly, come with me. I'd like to show you something."
"Certainly, Sultan." She said. Mehmed walked away and she followed. Mehmed climbed the steps connecting the palace to the palace grounds. Mehmed gestured to the two guards, who opened the doors for them. Mehmed continued walking, climbing up some of the marble stairs inside the palace. Mehmed, one he reached the oversized landing, turned and approached a balcony. Mehmed stopped walking when he reached the balcony. Sabriye glanced at Mehmed.
"Look, Sabriye." Said Mehmed. He then stepped aside, gesturing to the view beyond the balcony. They both had a clear overlook over the whole city. The sound of distant cars could be heard. Sabriye looked in admiration.
"Wow." She said. "It's amazing!" She exclaimed.
"Isn't it just?" Said Mehmed, smiling. He then turned, placing his two hands on the balcony railing, leaning forwards. Sabriye stepped forward, standing next to Mehmed. She did not lean against the balcony, but placed her hands quite close together on the railing. "I could stare at this for hours, couldn't you?" Mehmed asked her.
"Yes, my Sultan, without a doubt." She said, still looking.
"Be honest with me, Sabriye. You don't have to lie to me to tell me what I would like to hear." Mehmed said, sounding a little more serious,
"I'm being honest, Sultan." She said, looking at him.
"You sure?" He asked, chuckling.
"Of course." She replied.
"I'm glad." He said. Mehmed began to tap the banister, humming a tune. Mehmed then stopped, turning his head to at Sabriye, who turned her head. "I just wanted to say, you are beautiful, Sabriye." She blushed.
"Thank you, Sultan." She said, sounding a little surprised. "I thought you, being Sultan would get more than enough attention from, you know, people like me." She said, sounding a little confused. Mehmed chuckled.
"Not really." He chuckled. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the distance. Sabriye jumped, however, Mehmed simply looked up. Then, all of a sudden, five-hundred fireworks exploded in the air. Sabriye looked up and relaxed. Mehmed realised she had jumped. He chuckled.
"No need to get in a panic." He said. "It's just fireworks." Mehmed looked up at the sky, as hundreds more exploded. In total, there were 5,000 fireworks and Mehmed had ordered they were all used in the party to put on a display for the guests. Mehmed placed his hand onto Sabriye's. Sabriye looked at him and smiled, as she turned to watch the fireworks. She had no problem with it and found the Sultan to be rather handsome. They watched the fireworks together, which lit up the dim sky.

Kurabis is preparing for its football league
April 18, 1420
Written by Jakåb Våssr
Preparations have begun in Kurabis for its annual football league, the Kurabijska fůtbalova liga. All 13 parts of the country will participate. It is a tradition, that the hosting place changes from territory* to territory, this time, it will be hosted in Kosovske Mjesto.
 
*Territories are a common name for all parts of Kurabis.

Jayé Ronâld was a Revolutionary known for his assasination of the last leader of Communist Party of Novia Xeneia during The White Rebellion.The assasination  prevented a stalemate between Communists and Democratic Union.
Early Life
Jayé Ronâld was born on March 14,1993 in the Colony of Novia Xeneia.He was born to a  farmer mother and a metal worker father.
Jayé Ronâld studied at the University of Glatin and got a degree in literature.
Independence and Rise of the Communist Party
Jayé Ronâld worked at the Democratic Union for 3 years as a writer for their newspaper.After The dissolution of the Democratic Union,Jayé Ronâld was forced to work in a state owned farm.He was deeply against the tyranny by the Communist Party.
 
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PART 5: TRAITORS AND CORPSES
Sultan Mehmed sat at his desk. Between his thumb and finger, he had a flavoured cigarette. He raised it up to his lips and inhaled, letting the sweet taste of vanilla roll over his tongue, as he let the smoke fill his lungs. He rested back in his chair, exhaling the smoke in a slow blow. The cigarettes he was using were personalised for him. The box was personalised so it did not warn you of the dangers of smoking. He had a metal case for other cigarettes, however. He took them out of the box and put them in. The case was gold and had gold engravings in it. The same with a personalised lighter he carried, it was also gold and had gold engravings.
There was a knock at the double doors to his office. He gestured with his hand holding the cigarette to the guards standing at either side of the double doors, who then moved in synchronisation to open the doors, before they returned to standing motionless beside the doors. In came the head of The Council of Elders, Behiç Pasha. He kneeled down two metres away from his desk.
Mehmed rose the cigarette to his lips once more, inhaling. He closed his eyes as he did, exhaling slowly. He stood up. He walked out in-front of his desk. He stood before Behiç, who looked up. Mehmed put his hand out and Behiç kissed it. Mehmed went back to his desk. Mehmed's servant pulled up a chair similar to the one Mehmed sat in, but was not identical, it was smaller. Mehmed sat back down behind his desk and continued smoking before speaking. "Behiç Pasha. Nice to see you." As he spoke, smoke came from his mouth.
"Likewise, my Sultan." He replied. "May I inquire, if you know why I am here?" He asked. Mehmed shaked his head. Behiç hummed breifly, nodding. "We believe there is a Democratic supporter within the Council of Elders and I am responsible for finding out who." Mehmed sat forward, his face now serious.
"A Democratic activist?" Mehmed questioned. When Behiç nodded, Mehmed sat back, raising the cigarette back to his lips and inhaling, before he stubbed it out and exhaled. "I want you to assure me you will find out who it is and report to me immediately."
"Yes, my Sul-" Behiç could not finish, as Mehmed interrupted him and he stopped talking.
"Because," interrupted Mehmed. "If you fail to, I will have your head. I will appoint a new head. And if they fail, I will have the head of every member of your council. Do you understand me, Behiç Pasha?"
"Yes, Sultan..." he replied, deep in thought. Suddenly, someone hammered at the door. Mehmed, looking up, gestured to the guards again. The doors were opened and two guards holding a man walked in. Behiç stood up and Mehmed's servant moved the chair out of the way. The two guards threw the man they had apprehended onto the floor. He had a bag over his head. Behiç looked to the Sultan, who stood up and approached the man.
"What is this?" Questioned Mehmed, walking slowly and cautiously.
"The Democratic sympathiser in the Council, Sultan." Said one of the guards. Behiç looked to the Sultan, a concerned look on his face. The Sultan walked towards the man and took the bag from his head. It was Kartal Pasha, who was a close friend of Behiç's. Behiç winced slightly when Mehmed removed the bag.
"You!" Said Mehmed, his face turning from serious to enraged. "You deceitful dog!" Roared Mehmed, turning to a chair. He turned it over and stared at Kartal. "Have this good-for-nothing pig executed." Mehmed said, his voice slightly quieter. One guard took their assault rifle and struck Kartal in the back of the head with the stock. Kartal had no intention of speaking.
"Come, my dear soldiers. Behiç Pasha, you may come if you want to see this traitor executed." Mehmed did not wait for an reply. He gestured to the guards, who grabbed Kartal and dragged him. Mehmed followed behind them. Mehmed grabbed his holster before he left and attached it to his belt. Inside was his personalised pistol. It was gold and black and was basically a Glock 43.
As they walked, Mehmed put on his black Bork Hat. They approached the courtyard of Mehmed's palace, called The Palace of Constantinople. The former council member was tossed to the ground. Mehmed placed his hand on the grip of his pistol and unholstered it. With Kartal kneeling, facing away from him, Mehmed placed the muzzle against the back of Kartal's head. Kartal closed his eyes and spoke his last words.
"You won't win, Mehmed. You know it. I know it. We will not be slaves to you, Mehmed. I will be joined in my crusade against you. If I fall, thousands will rise. You will not win."
"You fool." Mehmed replied. "I have already won." Mehmed wrapped his finger around the trigger. Mehmed applied a slight pressure. A shot fired from the pistol. Mehmed murmured something, holding the pistol by his side. "Get this mess cleaned up, friends." He gestured to the guards, who nodded and got to it.
Behiç walked out from the palace and looked at the corpse being taken away. He looked upset. "You should not have done that." Said Behiç, a sense of sadness in his voice. "You shouldn't have." Mehmed looked at him. "You made a mistake, Sultan! You will be hated for this!" Mehmed then smiled.
"Only if word breaks out. Which it won't." Mehmed said, smiling faintly. Mehmed raised his pistol and fired once at Behiç's chest. The bullet struck his heart, which cut off blood circulation to his brain. Behiç stood for a second, shocked. He looked at his wound, then looked at Mehmed, who fired another shot. It struck the center of his chest and Behiç fell, dead. "Have that cleaned up too please." Said Mehmed, who walked back into his palace.

A lone computer screen surrounded by darkness. A man sits in a chair as a ding is heard. The screen lights up. A new email has been intercepted. 
"This shall go alone nicely...," the man says and he posts it.
 

There are quite a few thanks I could give in this thread, but I'll do just one right now:
Thanks to @de la Fuentana for sharing your poetry, forming an RP alliance with me, being a generally fun presence in TWP, and most importantly, for relieving me of Today in the West duty.

I'd like to thank @Sensorland for getting me more involved and for also being a friendly and fun presence, and @Bran Astor for liking my haiku and getting me even more involved! Thanks as well to the folks in Karma who have so kindly welcomed me as a new ambassador. 

Oh, thanks, didn't notice that. Their nation activity does seem suspicious, after all they moved immediately to TWP from another feeder right after founding...

He was subject to the banhammer.

PART 3: A MANIAC FOR A KING
Mehmed Haydar is currently the eldest blood relative of Emperor Victor Romanov, the last monarch of Lanorth. When he fled the country by boat in 1324, after he lost in the civil war, Lanorth became Republic. In 1382, he died at the age of 86.
His son, Nikita, decided it was best for the family to put their Imperial past behind him. He changed his name to Abdul to blend in with the culture of where they were living, somewhere in a desert region and changed his surname to Haydar. He died in 1408 at the age of 60, of pneumonia-related illnesses. His son, Mehmed, was now the eldest blood relative of Victor left alive.
Mehmed had been studying the situation in Lanorth closely. When the coup took place, he was ecstatic. He ordered his family to pack their belongings, as they were going to Lanorth to become the leaders of The Monarchist Party.
They took a private aircraft out of the region and entered international airspace soon after. They arrived in Lanorth a few hours later and were greeted by their supporters. Mehmed Haydar brought a great shock to the country. His name was completely different to that of the people, but Mehmed was arrogant and refused to change his name. He said he would 'change Lanorth for the greater good' if they managed to win the election that had now been called.
People flocked to the streets in order to vote for their chosen party. Mehmed's return was seen as patriotic and great. The people, who had not voted in decades, were reckless with their voting. They thought voting for Mehmed would be 'a good thing to do', as he promised he would change Lanorth for the greater good.
So, when the votes were counted, The Monarchist Party were victorious, winning by 11%. Lanorth was a pretty hot country. Most of Lanorth lives under a Mediterranean-like climate in the Summer and cool and wet in the Winters. On the coastline, it is often cold to cool during the Summer and one of the cooler parts of the country during that season.
Mehmed was proud of what his family did, fleeing to the desert regions. Because of this he was stubborn to adapt to old Lanorthan ways, stating he would rather Lanorth adapted to his. He wanted every citizen in Lanorth, every single one, to change their name to one similar to his, or at least, similar. This would create a huge problem, but he did not care. He wanted this. If someone refused they were given their own name and they were gonna like it.
Lanorth had made a mistake. He was going to abuse this. Their new King was a maniac. But he had far worse plans. He had now changed Lanorth's culture for the worse and was going to go further than that. He had plans to rewrite the whole constitution, abolish specific laws and create his own. He fired democratic advisors and appointed authoritarian/autocratic, monarchist ones he brought from the region he lived in.
He planned to form an absolute monarchy. Without democracy. And he planned to silence the democratic coup leaders, such as Anatoly. And he was going to do it, whether the people liked it, or not. Anyone who stood up to him, he would have executed. He now planned to rule with an iron fist, stronger than any former Lanorthan dictator. And this was only the beginning.

THE GRYPHONIAN ALLIANCE
"Si habes fiduciam in proprio creaturae."
Overview
The Gryphonian Alliance (abbreviated GA) is a small country on the continent of Aura to the west of Saint Mark. Its capital city is Plasmadius Prime (population ------ ). 
Population: -----
Land Area: 94,942 mi^2/245,804 km^2
Gross Domestic Product: ----
Currency: the crius, symbol χ

Geography and Climate
The coastal region of the Gryphonian Alliance enjoys a hot, humid, tropical climate, with frequent rainstorms and summer hurricanes coming up from the Yatasail Sea. Going further inland, the country is dominated by a more temperate region of grassy plains.
The country contains three islands in the Sea of Serenity, named Suytu Seimya, Luchang, and Samhade, in order from largest to smallest. There is one major lake in the country's interior, Contirme Lake, which sits just above the Basag'n Peninsula jutting out into the sea. Taking a deeper look at the country's geography, it is known that there are two major tectonic plates that shuffle past each other under the seas just off the coast of Samhade and continue along the southern border of GA waters, spawning occasional earthquakes and tsunamis that can cause problems for the coastal population. [1]

So I just joined NS recently(as another nation and literally) but I didn't like the name. So I restarted as this new country. However I have already logged into the discord and here (the forum) and I can't change my username. Do I need to make a new account or can I change my username? Here's my old country link: https://www.nationstates.net/nation=naffara
APKland link: https://www.nationstates.net/nation=apkland
  I'm quite happy here(I actually spawned in TEP) so I'm staying.
  Also because I was already on Discord.