by Max Barry

Latest Forum Topics

Advertisement

The East Pacific is a Feeder. New nations are founded here at an elevated rate.

WA Delegate: The Land Down Under of Merlovich (elected )

Last WA Update:

Maps Board Poll Activity History Admin Rank

Most Nations: 10th Most World Assembly Endorsements: 14th Most Valuable International Artwork: 34th+2
Most Influential: 2,225th Largest Black Market: 2,554th
World Factbook Entry

Welcome to The East Pacific! Your home away from home.


Where Do I Start?

Check out the STEP program - The East Pacific’s official welcome guide!


Endorsement Limit: < 300

WA members should endorse Delegate Merlovich and the Viziers!

World Assembly Recommendations:


RMB Quote of the Day:
Liridia wrote:Anywho time for something cutsie to get this ravaging taste out of my mouth-- Oh I know! Some Liridia lore.


Links: LinkRegional Discord | LinkRegional Forums | RMB Rules | Foreign Affairs Policy | Regional Newspaper | Valsora - Official RMB Map

News Bulletin:
  • LinkValsora Wiki has launched. The official wiki of TEP's RMB map!



Embassies: The Glorious Nations of Iwaku, Yggdrasil, Eientei Gensokyo, Japan, Thaecia, The Free Nations Region, the Pacific, Europeia, the South Pacific, The North Pacific, 10000 Islands, the Rejected Realms, The Union of Democratic States, Balder, Lazarus, Conch Kingdom, and 22 others.Refugia, Lone Wolves United, The Black Hawks, Astoria, Atlanticana, Carcassonne, Democratic Socialist Assembly, Warzone Asia, The Hole To Hide In, Caer Sidi, The Land of Kings and Emperors, The Kingdom of Great Britain, The Social Liberal Union, Sky Haven, The Labyrinth, Worlds to Build, Hyrule, Anime Nations Against Liberals, Pasridi Confederacy, The Confederated East Pacific, The East Pacific AMA, and Warzone Trinidad.

Tags: Anti-Fascist, Democratic, Eco-Friendly, Featured, Feeder, Gargantuan, General Assembly, Governorless, LGBT, Map, Multi-Species, Offsite Chat, and 6 others.Offsite Forums, Regional Government, Role Player, Social, Trading Cards, and World Assembly.

Regional Power: Extremely High

The East Pacific contains 5,331 nations, the 10th most in the world.

Today's World Census Report

The Most Subsidized Industry in The East Pacific

Nations ranked highly spend the most on developing and supporting industry, a practice known as 'corporate welfare.'

As a region, The East Pacific is ranked 6,670th in the world for Most Subsidized Industry.

NationWA CategoryMotto
1.The Emperor's Hand of Mara Jade-SkywalkerIron Fist Consumerists“I am the ultimate predator”
2.The Dominion of Kry FronPsychotic Dictatorship“Might Makes Right”
3.The Questionable SMH Lea Land of ModraLeft-Leaning College State“Questioning the meaningful and the meaningless”
4.The Something of VirgoliaPsychotic Dictatorship“Como un pez en el hielo”
5.The Sultanate of Al-DijajIron Fist Consumerists“Qwerty”
6.The Federation of Republic of BerzerkistanLeft-Leaning College State“Justice , Freedom, Happy”
7.The People's Republic of GoodnamesarerareDemocratic Socialists“Bush sucks!”
8.The Republic of War Dogs XXXIXIron Fist Consumerists“To the front!”
9.The Republic of War Dogs XXXIIron Fist Consumerists“To the front!”
10.The Glorious People's Republic of Socialist Communist StatesCorporate Police State“No, You Cannot Eat!”
1234. . .533534»

Regional Poll • Did you touch any grass while NationStates was down?

Poll called by The Federation of Romanoddle Republic

Voting opened 5 days ago and will close . Open to all nations. You cannot vote as you are not logged in.

Regional Happenings

More...

The East Pacific Regional Message Board

Raijikhistan wrote:Did I get removed from val?

Probably. I haven't seen you in awhile.

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:Probably. I haven't seen you in awhile.

250 days is a lot more than awhile

Raijikhistan wrote:250 days is a lot more than awhile

Then the answer should be well obvious to you.

Order of the Saint Dumas wrote:Then the answer should be well obvious to you.

Yeah I’m gonna try to re submit, crossing my fingers no one took my land

Empire of Dabiristan wrote:My next expansion is into Solitas

We are going to ruthlessly slaughter all your colonists if you do that

Maneiras wrote:WHO THE F*CK ROMANTICIZED THE DUTCH COLONIZATION OF INDONESIA???

O_O

mani's boutta hang, draw and quarter a man

It was ten in the morning in Point Whiskey when Nisa arrived at the airport, only has she exited the plane that she was greeted by the warm smell of boiled cabbage and chemically enhanced perfume they put up at airports which burned her nose, she nuzzled her chin into her breast though not fast enough to prevent the vile smell from entering her muzzle.

Shoved around by the other passengers, she quicken her steps as she enters the airport atrium where she picked up her luggage and headed down towards the airport entrance and left without a second thought. There on the pavement just outside the airport she is confronted by a flurry of citygoers shoving their way through the narrow pathway, all surrounded by the looming presence of what she could only describe as large towers of decrepit housing, decorated to the point of obscenity and looking as if it was about to topple any minute now.

She scurried over to a row of taxis where she promptly got inside the closest one to her, slamming the door shut. Her accommodation is not far from the airport though she have no doubts on the reason why. The Majelis thought that it would a great idea to book her a low lying accommodation, and they did just that with her supposed to stay at a shady hotel called ‘The Broken Heart’ situated in the city's unofficial red light district. She could only quiver at the thought of being surrounded by degenerates, but they're the least of her concerns.

The journey to her hotel was uneventful, only a few sight of police patrols and military personnels along the way. She noticed the lack of surveillance cameras around her, probably due to the crumbling state of the buildings the city's filled with. The streets were narrow and cars frequently disobeyed every traffic rules there ever was, and upon reaching the block where her hotel's located, she could already sense something about the place is not quite right.

Females with revealing clothings were standing around looking for clients, while the pedestrians often looked as if they've lost some screws in their head. And when she reached her hotel, it was perfectly as she imagined it, called 'the Broken Heart' it was shady as hell, and upon exiting the taxi she could immediately tell the place reeks to high heaven. She went in and went to the front desk where they promptly gave her a key for a room in the second story, snickering behind her back as they thought she was another deviant looking for easy money working in what apparently is the city's unofficial red light district.

She entered her room after a long walk up the stair — as she's not quite sure if the lift can even handle her weight with all the ruckus it's making, and plopped her body on the mattress. The room was nothing special, though a lot cleaner than the corridors. Bare minimum accommodation and furniture was in place, with a bathroom she barely wanted to explore.

But with this, her mission was only getting started.

She waited until evening rolled over before she kicks into action. Her mission as was stated in her briefing is to acquaint herself with a Free Mareuvian officer by the name of Donald Silverlock, a brigadier in the armed forces and a close attaché to the country's leadership, Savoy. She has only but some clue on where this man might be, though she have memorized his face well enough to notice if he's wandering about.

She exits her room, went down to the lobby whilst being catcalled by drunks, and went down to the streets to start her journey to her main point of interest, that being the city center where the majority of people would typically visit during their downtime. Spotting no cameras and with the only eyewitness being drunks and addicts, she stole a bike from an alley and went on her way to the town square.

Maybe she'll spot him, who knows, but her mission have now started.

New Westmore

A new terrible attempt at an RP forgive me for the god forsaken writing (ㄒoㄒ)

New Westmore wrote:

East Aislada has always been a strange place in the continent. A rump state that was once a part a former country that spanned a huge swathe of the mainland during an unknown time, and in close relation to neighbouring Darwin in the far west based on their historical origins, in recent times it has become a hotbed and an untidy dumping ground for refugees and ethnicities of all kinds that were displaced by the One Republic. While East Aislada has almost always been majority white, or recently identified as Westmorian, in thanks to the Autumn of Terror it is now a morass of Omonians, Arovans and just about every nearby cultural group within Westmore's general area. Obviously, with that many cultures in one place it should not be a surprise that racial tension is high and nationalism runs amok.

Many citizens in the autonomous republic, especially those in the part that was ceded to Omonia during the DemGas debacle, still identify as Westmorian. Unsurprising, or surprising to some, there has been a push for reunification with the portion of the territory that Westmore is still in control of. Most of these calls come from former citizens of the autonomous republic that were displaced and cut off by the sudden ceding of half of their land to the Omonians in the south. This sentiment is also mirrored in New Westmore, where many people have called on President Lynn to try and make an attempt to reclaim the land that Spielberg so foolishly dropped. Conversely, many Omonians who live in Westmorian East Aislada have been... more vocal... in their displeasure with their current position in the conflicted territory, and have on more than one occasion rioted in the name of the total Omonian annexation of parts of the territory that have a high presence of their people who live in the region.

All of this in front of a backdrop of Arovan soldiers and people who are very, very unwelcome in many parts of East Aislada thanks to the massive amount of disdain every other ethnic group within holds for their race.

Clearly, something needs to be done to ease the tension that now grips the region.

Something has to be fixed to stop the powder keg that is the East from exploding.

Something needs to be done...

Before it is too late.

...

Esther writes a comminque to the leaders of Omonia and Ci Arovannea. In her mind, as she writes the letter, she juggles the Rangers, the IEIA fissure that has still somehow not been fixed, the failing state of relations between Mareuvia and Westmore.

She is well aware Rmrute and Ioannis could be next to unreceptive to any offer she had, given what Westmore had been before she came to power in the stricken country. So, out of pragmatism, she needs to be more agreeable and affable towards them. It is in her best interests that anything involving East Aislada, that festering sh*thole, goes exactly to plan.

Too many things can go wrong that would seal its fate to doom.

While she writes the letter, an email comes in from the commanders in Freeville. Ever since Kaonas donated computers to the commune things there have been much better for the impoverished people of the area.

Looking at it, they must've had the tower set up. That's good.

Riot after riot, conflict after conflict, she believed East Aislada couldn't take another hit. Almost everyone within that place despises each other on the grounds of the colour of their skin or the features on their head. It's insulting how far its fallen.

It is a vision of what Westmore could have become if nobody had done anything to step in.

And Hart.

Hart, that insufferable sh*t.

Why he hasn't entered the dock yet is beyond her. He was due to be trialled ages ago, but for one reason or another the warden won't let him and Jacinta leave to attend the trial.

Why, she might as well just show up and knock some sense into that dumb, idiotic warden.

In her mind, above swelling and diminishing thoughts are her three stipulated demands:

One. A fair compromise for East Aislada's territory should Omonia refuse to hand back the land. She is well aware Omonia may be unreceptive to this, but no matter what a compromise needs to be reached.

Two. Economic agreements that would help rebuild shattered ties between the three states. Westmore needs money, and a lot of it. She could always reach out to Maneiras again, but after that stunt Hart pulled she doubted Sasha would ever want to talk to Westmorian delegates ever again.

Three. A guarantee from Ci Arovannea to help relocate Rmrute's displaced citizens. So many of them are in East Aislada the National Guard could never hope to move them out or elsewhere in a safe and orderly manner.

She finishes penning down the letter and begins to set the motions to have it arrive on Rmrute's and Ioannis's doorsteps at the soonest.

Only time will tell what's in store for East Aislada and its people.

Within its own right, the East Aislada Question is a parable.

What does one do about this powder keg?

we are so done.

Osmauri wrote:We are going to ruthlessly slaughter all your colonists if you do that
O_O

mani's boutta hang, draw and quarter a man

killing off your own ally's people is crazy.

Maneiras wrote:

It was ten in the morning in Point Whiskey when Nisa arrived at the airport, only has she exited the plane that she was greeted by the warm smell of boiled cabbage and chemically enhanced perfume they put up at airports which burned her nose, she nuzzled her chin into her breast though not fast enough to prevent the vile smell from entering her muzzle.

Shoved around by the other passengers, she quicken her steps as she enters the airport atrium where she picked up her luggage and headed down towards the airport entrance and left without a second thought. There on the pavement just outside the airport she is confronted by a flurry of citygoers shoving their way through the narrow pathway, all surrounded by the looming presence of what she could only describe as large towers of decrepit housing, decorated to the point of obscenity and looking as if it was about to topple any minute now.

She scurried over to a row of taxis where she promptly got inside the closest one to her, slamming the door shut. Her accommodation is not far from the airport though she have no doubts on the reason why. The Majelis thought that it would a great idea to book her a low lying accommodation, and they did just that with her supposed to stay at a shady hotel called ‘The Broken Heart’ situated in the city's unofficial red light district. She could only quiver at the thought of being surrounded by degenerates, but they're the least of her concerns.

The journey to her hotel was uneventful, only a few sight of police patrols and military personnels along the way. She noticed the lack of surveillance cameras around her, probably due to the crumbling state of the buildings the city's filled with. The streets were narrow and cars frequently disobeyed every traffic rules there ever was, and upon reaching the block where her hotel's located, she could already sense something about the place is not quite right.

Females with revealing clothings were standing around looking for clients, while the pedestrians often looked as if they've lost some screws in their head. And when she reached her hotel, it was perfectly as she imagined it, called 'the Broken Heart' it was shady as hell, and upon exiting the taxi she could immediately tell the place reeks to high heaven. She went in and went to the front desk where they promptly gave her a key for a room in the second story, snickering behind her back as they thought she was another deviant looking for easy money working in what apparently is the city's unofficial red light district.

She entered her room after a long walk up the stair — as she's not quite sure if the lift can even handle her weight with all the ruckus it's making, and plopped her body on the mattress. The room was nothing special, though a lot cleaner than the corridors. Bare minimum accommodation and furniture was in place, with a bathroom she barely wanted to explore.

But with this, her mission was only getting started.

She waited until evening rolled over before she kicks into action. Her mission as was stated in her briefing is to acquaint herself with a Free Mareuvian officer by the name of Donald Silverlock, a brigadier in the armed forces and a close attaché to the country's leadership, Savoy. She has only but some clue on where this man might be, though she have memorized his face well enough to notice if he's wandering about.

She exits her room, went down to the lobby whilst being catcalled by drunks, and went down to the streets to start her journey to her main point of interest, that being the city center where the majority of people would typically visit during their downtime. Spotting no cameras and with the only eyewitness being drunks and addicts, she stole a bike from an alley and went on her way to the town square.

Maybe she'll spot him, who knows, but her mission have now started.

New Westmore

A new terrible attempt at an RP forgive me for the god forsaken writing (ㄒoㄒ)

Donald stumbles around a park, trying to gather his senses.

One moment he is fine, the next his head is spinning. His skull hurts so much, and for no apparent reason at all.

In his shattered mind, the brain that feels like it has exploded violently inside of his skull, all he can hear is the sound of a robotic voice reading numbers to him. What was this voice? Who was it? Why the hell was it in his mind?

1. 2. 4. 5. 5. 6. 5. 4. 2. 1. 90. 90. 43.

He needs to get air. Just somewhere where he can drown it all out and breathe.

Breathe.

Donald takes a seat on a bench and takes a deep breath of air. The migraine begins to subside. Once he is confident it is gone, he stands up and begins to walk again.

He really needs to get that checked by a doctor.

As he walks, he enters the city center and passes a nonite woman. He notices that the woman is eyeing him down, and tries not to acknowledge it. The last thing he needed was a fight to accelerate the pain of his migraine headache.

A fair ways off, a man almost three times the size of the crowd is standing idly nearby. He watches on as Donald heads off to his workplace in the J-DOG base.

Donald is now a person of interest for two people.

Welcome Vecorsia, Raijikhistan, Zelan, NOSMOKE, Armyopleheriany, Garclia, Caliphate Rashidun to your home, The East Pacific.

Read below to get started in our region:

Glory to the East!

This is an automated message.

Forum View

Advertisement