Governor: 
The Grand Duchy of Toypey
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: 
The Grand Duchy of Toypey
Last WA Update:
Embassies: The Embassy, The Embassy 3, Pecan Sandies, and Guinea Kiribati.
Construction of embassies with The Sweet Ubiquity has commenced. Completion expected .
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Herperus is home to a single nation.
Today's World Census Report
The Fattest Citizens in Herperus
World Census takers tracked the sale of Cheetos and Twinkies to ascertain which nations most enjoyed the "kind bud."
As a region, Herperus is ranked 21,221st in the world for Fattest Citizens.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. | The Grand Duchy of Toypey | Liberal Democratic Socialists | “Defėdu par la mer, Defėdu par le duc” |
Regional Happenings
- : Embassy established between Guinea Kiribati and Herperus.
- : Embassy established between Pecan Sandies and Herperus.
- : The Grand Duchy of Toypey agreed to construct embassies with The Sweet Ubiquity.
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The Glitzy Gold of Left Angeles of the region The Sweet Ubiquity proposed constructing embassies.
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The Lands of Sweden Kard of the region Guinea Kiribati agreed to construct embassies.
- : The Grand Duchy of Toypey proposed constructing embassies with Guinea Kiribati.
- : The Grand Duchy of Toypey agreed to construct embassies with Pecan Sandies.
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The Fon Queendom of Dahomia of the region Pecan Sandies proposed constructing embassies.
- : Embassy established between The Embassy 3 and Herperus.
- : The Grand Duchy of Toypey agreed to construct embassies with The Embassy 3.
Herperus Regional Message Board
12 October, 1492, in what we would usually know as Puerto Rico.
A crew of about 50 people are together on a humble, small ship. Yet there are not eating, drinking, fixing the ship, or attending to each other's illnesses and wounds. They are watching the horizon, as they get closer and closer to a land in the distance. That land, of course, is India.
'This is what we have been sacrificing our lives for!' exclaims an ecstatic Frenchman with shoulder-length hazelnut locks. 'Look, my loyal crew, that is India!'
The ship suddenly comes to a halt. The Frenchman turns around yet again to find that he, and his crew, had landed.
'Mr. Colomb!' shouts a worried crewman. 'These natives do not look like Indians.'
'Well then, um, what's your name?'
'Paul, Mr. Colomb.'
'Paul, right, you clearly aren't thinking! We sailed from Bordeaux, went across the Atlantic, and now we're in India! It's not like there's some continent in between we could've landed on.' Colomb greets the 'Indians' in his native French, ignoring the fact that they wouldn't understand him. 'By the name of almighty God, and the French King, I name this port of the Indian coast, Toypey.'
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