High King (Governor): 
The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria
WA Delegate: None.
Founder: 
The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria
Last WA Update:
Embassies: the maggot pit, Standardly Uniformed Shenanigans, F7 Cliches and Community, Tomb of The Toll, Azur Rozen Europa, Paladin Astralblitz, Hongweibings, and Land of Moths and Other Insects.
Tags: Anti-Fascist, Anti-GenAI, Casual, Fantasy Tech, Magical, Minuscule, Multi-Species, Password, and Puppet Storage.
Tellos contains 2 nations.
Today's World Census Report
The Lowest Crime Rates in Tellos
World Census agents attempted to lure citizens into committing various crimes in order to test the reluctance of citizens to break the law.
As a region, Tellos is ranked 27,544th in the world for Lowest Crime Rates.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Poverty Gay Space Fascism of The Interregnum | Iron Fist Consumerists | “In Darkness Let Me Dwell” | |
| 2. | The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria | Compulsory Consumerist State | “We Remember” |
Regional Happenings
- : The House of Gaunt ceased to exist.
- :
The Confederacy of Solar Council States ceased to exist.
- : Embassy established between Land of Moths and Other Insects and Tellos.
- :
The FMA fan of Feidjeg of the region Land of Moths and Other Insects agreed to construct embassies.
- : The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria proposed constructing embassies with Land of Moths and Other Insects.
- : The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria updated the World Factbook entry.
- : The Bi-ronic Vampire Hunters of Lothria tagged the region "Anti-GenAI".
- : Embassy established between Hongweibings and Tellos.
- : Marxist-Leninist-Maoist China of the region Hongweibings agreed to construct embassies.
- : The House of Gaunt arrived from Lazarus.
Tellos Regional Message Board
Ding-dong.
https://youtube.com/shorts/6D58nJCZkmo
Now in old age, I know the value of silence,
The world’s affairs no longer stir my heart.
Turning to myself, I have no greater plan,
All I can do is return to the forest of old.
Wind from the pine trees blows my sash undone,
The moon shines through the hills; I pluck the qin.
You ask me why the world must rise and fall,
Fishermen sing on the steep banks of the river
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