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Today's World Census Report
The Largest Insurance Industry in Tsumonrin
The World Census posed as door-to-door salespeople in order to establish which nations have the most extensive Insurance industries.
As a region, Tsumonrin is ranked 8,986th in the world for Largest Insurance Industry.
|1.||The New Space Communists of Great Red Bears||Corporate Police State||“Drink for the red Bear!”|
|2.||The Duchy of The Corelands||Left-Leaning College State||“Three peoples, one nation”|
|3.||The First Holy Order of Nagriss||Corporate Police State||“Assassin all who dare”|
|4.||The Imperije of Vukmire||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Vrehmrik Sa'an Zem”|
|5.||The Dominion of New Aaronian Empire||Mother Knows Best State||“For Empress Danna”|
|6.||The Principality of Rhodicia||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Pour La Furste, Pour La Fatrie”|
|7.||The Assemblages of Free Planets of Venurian Space||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Chu aela qos lyrraq”|
|8.||The Psychotic peoples of The Khaos Empier||Corrupt Dictatorship||“We shall rise beyond the rest and set the skies ablaze!”|
|9.||The Empire of Arestalynia||Democratic Socialists||“What value does a motto bear?”|
|10.||The Venurian Free Kingdom of Yaeban||Left-Leaning College State||“A new era dawns”|
- : The Imperije of Vukmire arrived from Vukmire island.
- : Arvug ceased to exist.
- : The Republic of Omaha Utopia of the region Ancient proposed constructing embassies.
- : Embassy cancelled between Confederacy of Layem and Tsumonrin.
- : Embassy cancelled between Telegram pals and Tsumonrin.
- : The Heavenly Empire of Hualonia of the region Confederacy of Layem ordered the closure of its embassy in Tsumonrin.
- : The Republic of Hurtgenwald arrived from Osiris.
- : Meincertarg ceased to exist.
- : Embassy cancelled between The consulate and Tsumonrin.
- : Embassy established between Confederacy of Layem and Tsumonrin.
Tsumonrin Regional Message Board
Catrin paused, considering this for a while, before giving a solemn nod, clenching her hand into a fist, "I'll be honest here, as much as I'd love nothing more than to charge into a machine gun nest while singing the Internationale and get mowed down 'for the cause', you're right. There's no sense in dying like that. My friends'll be killed, my hometown bombed and burnt and turned into a warzone, my family gods-know-where, but at least I'll still have my life, and I'll still own wherever I'm standing. With that message delivered, I'm free anyway, no one expected me to come back after. The survivors from the initial attack'll probably launch a guerrilla campaign with whatever they've got left, set traps and ambushes throughout the forest. I suspect a few'll make their way here eventually, but don't expect any significant numbers. The camp was pretty dead-set on this being our best shot to win the war when I left, and they're a stubborn lot, to their own detriment a lot of the time. I hope they make it out, of course, I left a lot of good friends in that camp, they're an entire community. But I'm trying not to think about it too much, they've made their minds up, and I mine." She stared off at the ground for a few moments, trying to clear her head of the subject.
"It was my birthday... you know... Quite the present, to learn all your friends'll be killed and your camp overrun, your way of life stamped out. That's what got me the job of messenger, a final gift from the camp, a second lease on life. I'm extremely grateful for it, but, it just... Hasn't really sunk in yet, to be saved by some fluke of when I was born. I was as ready to die as any of the rest of them, but fate seems to have had other plans. I don't suppose you lot're looking for a new rebel from Vystland, are you? Because I don't really have anywhere else to go; I can't go back, I'd die, and I can't go elsewhere, no country wants an anarchist, nor I any country."
Staalinov put a hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry. I understand... really. Before the uprising in Staalkastel, my family's farm was blown up in mortar fire. I was the only survivor. I laid under the rubble covered in blood and splinters for who knows how long before a neighbor finally found me and took me in. Unsure who dropped the mortars on us, Wielbelkia or Pradonia, not that it really matter whose shooting at you. Funny enough that neighbor became something of an important figure in radical circles up until the uprising, one Mr. Adolphus Gregorson. Lead a militia straight into the royal palace and killed Duke Ahren in his bed. I was his aide. The point of all of this however is that I understand."
He pulled out a cheap piece of tin metal out of his pocket and handed it to her, "Here. It was given to me by Adolphus. He didn't like having things like this in a museum. Meant to be a medal for "Heroes of the Agrarian Socialist Movement" or something like that. What it really means is that I stayed alive long enough to be given a shiny cheap piece of medal. What makes it worth it though is that when he gave it to me he told me, 'well son, now everyone is going to take you as a hotshot military commander.' Lo and behold, I'm the commander of an operation that may be the difference between life and death for millions of people. No pressure." He waved down a soldier walking by, "Joker, you're with the syndicalist regiments, right?"
"Let me ask my general secretary and I'll get back with you." The soldier had black hair, green eyes, seemed to be in his mid to late twenties.
Staalinov turned back to Catrin, "Now you see why we call him joker. That also means he's either going to be the first or last person to die in this operation." he turned back to Joker, "This is Catrin Ness, I'm attaching her to your regiment. Get her equipped. If we get anymore Pradonian soldiers I want you to make sure Weller puts them under her command. Got it?"
"Aye aye cap'n. C'mon Miss."
With that he led her to a campsite in the trenches where a group of men and women in red and black uniforms would be smoking cigars, playing cards, listening to the radio and even one fellow playing old union songs on a piano, "Over there is our quartermaster. He'll get you suited up with a gasmask, rifle, firestorm gear, sidearm, and other materials. If you want a specific color for your rifle or decals let one of the quartermasters know and he can try and put something together. Unlike most armies, we have multiple armorers because we don't like the idea of having one man be stuck making sure over several thousand rifles are gauged in a year. Water is available at the pump there, commissary there, and once you are acquainted you can find Weller over at the piano."
La Gazette de Schayne
Serving proudly since 1835
August 16 1920
WAR IN THE SOUTH
As many citizens in the southern reaches of the Empire have already noticed, war has erupted in the disputed territories beyond the border. The regime in Pradonia has made its move and is now attempting to seize the former Staalkastel territories that call themselves "Egoia". While there's no official statement from the Emperor, the army has been mobilized to repel any attempted incursions into Wielbelkian territory. This isn't the only war in Argus though, in the southwest, the Rhodian state has collapsed into warring factions. Republicans tired of the Prince's mishandling of the nation, those loyal to the prince and even the followers of Vincent Mousseau are now all fighting to decide the future of Rhodia. Mouser and Rhenmetal stocks predicted to rise with increased arms production. (see page 2)
Mystery aircraft spotted
An unknown aircraft was spotted by citizens in Dinsmark. Witnesses claim it was faster than any they've seen before, leading some to speculate it's some new model of interceptor. Officials remain tightlipped for now.
Hunter claims to have seen man-sized creature
A hunter from Schirm reported to authorities that he spotted a large grey creature whose "eyes glowed red" when he shined a flashlight at it. He claims to have spotted it while out hunting pests, after farmers complained about livestock being attacked. Describing it as a "large flying bugman with 3 meter wings", he claims to have scared it off with a gunshot and that it was holding a dead goat in its "claws". This would be dismissed as the ravings of a lunatic were it not for the fact this is only the latest in many reported sightings of similar creatures, though experts remain unconvinced. Wildlife biologist Robert Schmidt told reporters that this "Mothman" is more likely to be an unknown relative of the radiant moth, potentially one to dethrone its relative as the largest moth species, rather than some bipedal insect beast. (see page 4)
The Small Serdian piloted biplane would slowly circle back around to a lower altitude but maintaining just some space between himself and the gathered Pradonian forces. "Alright... let's see what you're up too..." Lieutenant Evans said to himself as he banked his plane slightly and eventually circling the area to keep an eye on the assembled Pradonians, curious as to see what all those new machines on the ground were going to do... all the while slowly moving his hands to the charging handle on one of the twin Spandaus on the nose, pulling the first one back before pulling the second back also, prepping both machine guns for use against the Pradonians as... insurance against any trouble they might cause.
Following behind on her tour, she looked over the 'medal' she had been handed, turning it over in her hands and examining it closely. She wasn't really one for medals, herself, she found them to be somewhat vain and pointless, but one given as a gift took on an entirely different meaning, in a way. Not a show of that same vanity, but of trust. Slipping it into her own green uniform's pocket, she addressed her guide in her characteristic Westian accented, albeit fluent, Staalkastelian, "That's definitely better than we had. If you wanted your rifle customised, your only choices were to engrave the stock with a knife yourself, or to make your own dyes and tarnish out of foraged berries, flowers, and some foul-smelling substances we wished we had gas masks for. Joker, right? Thanks for showing me the lay of things, I think I can find my way around from here." As she said this, she had already began walking toward the commisary. "Haven't stopped to eat since I set out yesterday, I'm starving!"
After her brief lunch and a visit to the quartermaster, Catrin wandered through the camp and trenches for a bit, acquainting herself with the layout and committing it to memory as best she could. When she was satisfied she could navigate without getting too lost, she finally made her way to the piano, leaning arms-crossed against the nearest head-height solid object and waiting for the current song to end before interjecting, "Always loved that song. Yngfar used to play it for our unit on their guitar around the campfire, and we'd sit around stomping our feet for the percussion while singing along and drinking like a bunch of idiots. You're Weller, I presume? Name's Catrin Ness, the partisan from the Pradian side of the border, not sure if anyone notified you I was coming. I take it you're this unit's delegate, or something like that? I was told to speak to you, and if you have a moment, I've got a few questions about how things're organised around here."
The Pradians continue to watch the plane carefully, but are ordered to begin to march out toward their waiting transports to travel upriver in preparation for the inevitable invasion. The river transports, loaded with mecha, armored vehicles, guns, ammo, artillery, and the likes, train their machine guns on the plane, but none yet fire. The airships, meanwhile, fly ahead, into the distance to some undisclosed airfield. Off the coast, scores of warships, all bristling with guns yet none seeming to exceed the treaty-imposed tonnage limitations on maritime vessels, line the harbour, flying strings of colourful flags and painted with great murals portraying scenes from Norse mythology along their hulls; a new maritime parade tradition started by the NSHAP. Numerous smaller vessels, river patrol craft, line the mouth of the river As, their own hulls free of the grandiose murals of their maritime counterparts, indicative of their intended upcoming use in the imminent invasion.
The man shrugs, "More or less. Our group is primarily engineering and recon. I suggest any questions you have be asked now as it won't matter when we're all dead. As it stands now the Pradian forces are stalled and it's likely an assault will be delayed. We have a mission coming up soon and I want you to go with them." He looks around, "What do you know of the old Staalkastel catacombs?"
Firestorm Brigade, Akrosford Outskirts
A group of scribes climbed into the massive suits of armor, held together with hazard proof materials and movement enabled with hydraulics. The suits would be manufactured as part of a new group of soldiers operating as shock troops against the Pradian incursion.
An older man approached the scribes in their suits of armor and handed them a sort of rifle looking weapon wrapped in copper with a coil at the end. One by one they lined up and began the demonstration.
Each soldier would run through a course including jumping over walls, trying to bend bars of metal, taking shots, taking flamethrowers to the face and then head to a shooting range.
The Shooting range would have interesting results. The rifles, called Electromagnetic Cannons, would generate a charge of electricity which would power magnets to fire charges of energized pellets to deliver devastating effects against enemies. The first few shots rang out and the targets immediately all exploded much to the surprise of all involved.
Once done the scribes would tally the reports and hand it over to an old man, "We nee to run some tests still but we shall have the new squads ready soon."
The man simply nodded, "excellent. Make it happen."
MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCES OFF SERDIA!
An air of fear has gripped the local fishermen of the Southern Peninsula of the great state of Amestris near the shoals of the great Amestrian Cape as within the past three months, no less than four fishing boats and more distressingly a United Serdian States Coast Guard patrol sloop (The U.S.S.G.C. Alliance [SL-05]) have all gone missing within the area with no witnesses or survivors found, in the small fishing village closest to the areas of disappearances, the little town of Oregon Point the older and more superstitious members of the local population lay blame upon the disappearances to a 'Kraken' a mythical gigantic sea-squid that they claim has been terrorizing the waters around the area since the times of the 15th century at the earliest, Government officials meanwhile have been far less fantastical with their theories upon the disappearances, citing two main theories with the first being that with the recent rise in piracy and crime in the waters near Serdia it is possible that on one of the small unpopulated isles near the Amestrian Cape, that Pirates either from Aaronia or the Arvug Khanate have begun preying upon local shipping, or more realistically as Fleet Admiral James R. Mahan pointed out.
"The waters near Point Oregon have always been treacherous, What with the often-times heavy seas and the many jagged rocks along the coastline that can pierce the hull of a steel ship, and let's not forget that whilst those vessels all went missing one must remember that for every ship that goes missing near Point Oregon another fifty ships pass through it completely unscathed, it's quite clear that both the local civilian population and even us in the military have let our imaginations run wild with these theories of Pirates and Krakens... However in-order to restore confidence and to find the missing vessels, we've dispatched a Destroyer and a few minesweepers to inspect the area... Hopefully they'll be found." - Admiral of the 5th Fleet, James R. Mahan.
The three naval ships in-question being dispatched to inspect are the U.S.S.S. Daring, U.S.S.S. Horizon and the U.S.S.S. Hunter and they have been estimated to arrive within two weeks to begin their searches for the missing shipping.
The Serdian Navy refuses to give any further comment.
The Serdian Pilot would continue to peer down upon the Pradonian forces gathered around... before deciding that he'd gotten bored of his situation and slowly the Cormorant banked towards the right in an agressive pattern... the pilot taking aim at one of the various lines of anti-aircraft machine guns that'd trained on him and with a simple pull on the triggers, a stream of hot 7.62x53mm rounds began ripping through the Pradian anti-aircraft firing line as the plane swooped down for the strafing run, the pilot ceasing his fire once he'd flown over his target and laughing. "HOW'S THIS YOU PRADIAN BASTARDS!" Lt. Evans yelled as he banked his plane upwards to try and avoid the incoming retaliatory fire, quickly kicking the plane's engine to full-throttle as he attempted to power himself away from the Pradonian forces he'd just opened fire upon.