Atlas Region Sign-Up (OPEN)

[Alosteq Diin Nastja]

OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

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General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The United Socialist Republic of Alosteko
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): 188 million
Active Military Personnel: 12,000
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): October 3, 2013

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: No
If so, what troubles?: N/A
If so, how long ago?: N/A

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted): viewtopic.php?f=5&t=285695#p19094383
Diplomatic RP: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=327453&start=50#p23189343
Military RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=298851&start=250#p20402103
Sports RP: N/A
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: Yes
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes, but it's outdated and finished in the least
If not, would you like one?: N/A
If so, what is the link?: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/United_Socialist ... iin_Nastja
Desired Location: Plot 81

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

[Bratislav]

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

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General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The United Socialist Republic of Alosteko
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): 188 million
Active Military Personnel: 12,000
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): October 3, 2013

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: No
If so, what troubles?: N/A
If so, how long ago?: N/A

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted): viewtopic.php?f=5&t=285695#p19094383
Diplomatic RP: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=327453&start=50#p23189343
Military RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=298851&start=250#p20402103
Sports RP: N/A
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: Yes
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes, but it's outdated and finished in the least
If not, would you like one?: N/A
If so, what is the link?: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/United_Socialist ... iin_Nastja
Desired Location: Plot 81

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

Looks good to me, is this your main nation?

[Valaran]

-snip-

Alo!

[Roski]

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

---

General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The United Socialist Republic of Alosteko
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): 188 million
Active Military Personnel: 12,000
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): October 3, 2013

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: No
If so, what troubles?: N/A
If so, how long ago?: N/A

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted): viewtopic.php?f=5&t=285695#p19094383
Diplomatic RP: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=327453&start=50#p23189343
Military RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=298851&start=250#p20402103
Sports RP: N/A
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: Yes
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes, but it's outdated and finished in the least
If not, would you like one?: N/A
If so, what is the link?: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/United_Socialist ... iin_Nastja
Desired Location: Plot 81

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

Hay u. No, u. Not val, u.

ACCEPTED TO PLOT 81!

Welcome Comrade!

(And no, Bratislav, he's all original)

[Bratislav]

Alosteko assigned to plot 81.

[Roski]

Alosteko assigned to plot 81.

Hayro brati

[New Kvenland]

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

---

General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The United Socialist Republic of Alosteko
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): 188 million
Active Military Personnel: 12,000
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): October 3, 2013

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: No
If so, what troubles?: N/A
If so, how long ago?: N/A

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted): viewtopic.php?f=5&t=285695#p19094383
Diplomatic RP: viewtopic.php?f=31&t=327453&start=50#p23189343
Military RP: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=298851&start=250#p20402103
Sports RP: N/A
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: Yes
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes, but it's outdated and finished in the least
If not, would you like one?: N/A
If so, what is the link?: http://iiwiki.com/wiki/United_Socialist ... iin_Nastja
Desired Location: Plot 81

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

Hay u. No, u. Not val, u.

ACCEPTED TO PLOT 81!

Welcome Comrade!

(And no, Bratislav, he's all original)

welcome to your doom Atlas!

[Valaran]

welcome to your doom Atlas!

Yus :3

The terms are synonymous

[Bratislav]

Hay u. No, u. Not val, u.

ACCEPTED TO PLOT 81!

Welcome Comrade!

(And no, Bratislav, he's all original)

welcome to your doom Atlas!

If his leader doesn't come to kiss the feet of President Nikolev, he will be sorry....

[New Kvenland]

welcome to your doom Atlas!

Yus :3

The terms are synonymous

"Atlas," "Doom," "Oweos..."

they all mean the same thing

[The High Lords]

welcome to your doom Atlas!

If his leader doesn't come to kiss the feet of President Nikolev, he will be sorry....

No - he will come under the influence of the THL trade bloc and the leftist nations!

[Huda]

I am not stating I will join up instantly, but by the next week, I may.

OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

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General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The Greater Abbasist Republic of Huda
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): RPly, I have toned down population to 455,000,000.
Active Military Personnel: 400,000. Reserve has 800,000.
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): September 15, 2013.

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: Yes
If so, what troubles?: Signature.
If so, how long ago?: I have been stripped of signature privileges due to me [not counting] my overuse of lines.

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted)
[NOTE FROM APPLICANT: I am going to utilize my puppet Gyllenemark's writing, as I have not done my "peak" / current RP skills in this nation. Some may be Huda's.]:
Diplomatic RP: Organization RP: Here. If required any other, please notify.
Military RP:

Palace of the Kings,
Svadsberg, Gyllenemark.
King Asjorn Haavenlund I.

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Life in Gyllenemark can be pretty dull, that is, if you are king. Unlike my father, I've never actually been the character for honor or justice. The usual days passed by, and all I can hear is economic reforms, civil rights and some other words. Reminded me when I was being taught in the foreign high school - it's name was...blast it! I keep forgetting the name. But as I woke up, my phone could not stop buzzing. I wearily kept it at my ear, hearing the hounding of my Adviser of Defense. "Holy shit. Why did you have to call me at... yeah, 6:00 AM!" I kept on ranting, till the guy calmed me down. My face was as if it was numb. I barely got out of bed, put on some decent clothes and got out.

Thank god I caught a cold. As I walked out, I noticed most of my advisers here glaring at me. "What the fu-" And then I sneezed, for once, thanking nature. I realized the press was there too, and I didn't want them to go all questions at me. I called the guards, who of course, were attention whores, happily answering the questions outside, at least, at their best. "So, what is the matter in hand?" I asked, sitting on the throne. It was rough, made of stone, and I had trouble sitting in it. I remember Father joking about it too, even though he adapted it in my age. I just kept on hearing. Even though I was honorable at times, nothing tries to disturb me in Sunday early morning when I'm asleep, till now.

"My Duke, the Monarchy at Cyllea is facing harsh situations." The Adviser of Defense told me. I shook my head, as I pictured trapped children dying, no one to help. Unlike most political leaders, I actually had feelings. Soon, I realized I had to live up to my father's dream. After what was going on in Cyllea, it was tough to not take action. "Very well. Send military and humanitarian aid, along with $45,000,000 for compensation." I stated. The advisers bowed, leaving the room. Outside, was a crowd, now alert to a situation that was going on. But before the law could be stated, of course. I had to make every single god damn speech. The advisers nodded, as I cleared my throat.

"Fine people of Gyllenemark, the Golden Land! Today, we find evil. The cowards of such minor, petty rebellions are not supposed to exist. When my father died, it was because of the goddamn rebels! Do you want your fathers to die? Your mothers raped? You children sold off as slaves? I do not want so! The brave people in Cyllea face so much burden, but they live on! And their tales shall go on! But when cowards once more, try to pillage their homes, do we, stand still?" I was grinning. If there was one thing I sported from my father, it was speech. Yep, no sports, no honor. Just speech. The crowd instantly replied, "NOOOO!". "That is why, we shall send aid! For our Cyllean brothers! For Gyllenemark, the Golden Land!" I shouted. The crowd went nuts. I waved at them, smiled. Just like father taught me. Then, I noticed a character coming from the dark, smiling. It was a girl, I noticed.

"Sister!" I shouted, running to the character. I hugged her. "Asjorn! How are you?!" She smiled. "I'm fine. Where is Johaan?" I asked. "Oh, he's got some meeting. Anyways, I'm here to meet Mumma." She replied. One of my advisers once again, disturbed me. "Paperwork." He whispered. I shook my head. Screw paperwork, I thought. I went down. We had a tradition to do. "In the name of the Goldenland, Gyllenemark, we carry out this law to form justice and honor in these flawed lands." I dictated. We planned it out, of course. "I need some sleep. Good night." I soon said. They nodded. Even though it was only 7:45.

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Royal Gyllenemarkian Air Force Base, in Grezna.
Grezna District, Gyllenemark.
Squad Commander Karl Johnsson.

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It was about 11:00 AM when I woke up. "Jesus. Can't I get rest?" I shouted. "Shut up, Karl." One of my Squadron members grinned. "Come on. They've fueled the MAWF-10s." The guy continued speaking. "Alright. Getting up." I replied. Of course, I was the first to take off. "Falcon 1 to Tower, taking off." I stated on the radio. "Tower to Falcon 1, you are clear to take off." The tower replied. "Alright. Thank god I don't need to brief you assholes!" I laughed after saying that. When I was in the air, it was relaxing. As if we were in heaven. But when it's fighting, you got to fight. My squad members grinned at each other. I was a funny leader, and sometimes very strict.

"Alright, Falcon Squadron, this is HQ." We were now getting briefed. "The situation unraveling in Cyllea has come to tennsion us. They make way for a potential ally for the Duchy. We will help the honorable government. Please do note that there is seismic activity in the area. You are scheduled to land in the Cyllean capital, or ask for briefing from the Cyllean HQ." The radio shut off. "Alright, so some bastards in Cyllea needs some crushing? We got it." I shouted. The men cheered on, as our aircraft zoomed across the horizon, on the way to Cyllea. Thank god they sent some SAT-100s, or else we would be plummeting without fuel.

"Before contacting the government, schedule an airstrike in the Ba'noi island or some shit." I ordered, as we got closer to the Cyllean airspace. "Journalists said that rebellions and the army have started fighting there." I continued speaking. "Watch out for blue on blue attacks." I lectured them on and on. After all, I couldn't be useless. "You guys know the drill." I said. They nodded, even though I couldn't see that. "We know." They replied. Soon, utter silence. No one said anything. That was, till we noticed some goddamn ground-to-air missile firing at us. "We are in the combat zone. That Ba...ba place." One of my Squadron members said. "Flares! Quick." I said. The missile was aimed at me. Of course, I knew the drill. I remember crashing twice. Back when there was a rebellion.

"Alright. Watch out for Blue on Blue attacks." I kept on telling them. "Alright, use the thermal scope. Fire at anything with no markings." I stated. We started looking out for any enemy forces. In the end, we just fired and busted a couple of armored cars, and then just bombed some areas populated with military vehicles, even though they were firing at each other. So what, if some Cylleans got hurt or died. At least we killed 'em rebels. "Alright, land in capital." I stated. Our aircraft zoomed across Cyllea. We soon arrived in the populated capital, and hopefully it was the capital. "Falcon 1 to Tower, we are aid from Gyllenemark...requesting landing." I wearily said.

Sports RP: Clickme
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: No, but may should I enter the region.
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes.
If not, would you like one?: Already gozz one.
If so, what is the link?: (This is so you can be added to the region’s wiki) iiwiki.com/wiki/Huda
Desired Location: 119, 114 and 120. Otherwise, just 119.

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

[Bratislav]

If his leader doesn't come to kiss the feet of President Nikolev, he will be sorry....

No - he will come under the influence of the THL trade bloc and the leftist nations!

Which trade bloc?

[The High Lords]

No - he will come under the influence of the THL trade bloc and the leftist nations!

Which trade bloc?

Mine.

And I'm quite pleased with all the new members that are coming into the region! Excellent job, to the current administration

[Roski]

Which trade bloc?

Mine.

And I'm quite pleased with all the new members that are coming into the region! Excellent job, to the current administration

Yes, good job to whoever's recruiting.



(Bc tbh idk whos doing it)

[Valaran]

Mine.

And I'm quite pleased with all the new members that are coming into the region! Excellent job, to the current administration

Yes, good job to whoever's recruiting.



(Bc tbh idk whos doing it)

tehee (not actually me)

The best recruiting is when they come all by themselves

[Alosteq Diin Nastja]

Yes, good job to whoever's recruiting.



(Bc tbh idk whos doing it)

tehee (not actually me)

The best recruiting is when they come all by themselves

As proof, I came all by myself (Mostly cuz the majority of my forum friends live here.

[New Carloso]

Which trade bloc?

Mine.

And I'm quite pleased with all the new members that are coming into the region! Excellent job, to the current administration

I take all credit. I expect 600 triumphs or else I'll smother you in 5,000 kg of the finest sino blubber

[Roski]

I am not stating I will join up instantly, but by the next week, I may.

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

---

General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The Greater Abbasist Republic of Huda
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): RPly, I have toned down population to 455,000,000.
Active Military Personnel: 400,000. Reserve has 800,000.
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): September 15, 2013.

---

Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: Yes
If so, what troubles?: Signature.
If so, how long ago?: I have been stripped of signature privileges due to me [not counting] my overuse of lines.

---

Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted)
[NOTE FROM APPLICANT: I am going to utilize my puppet Gyllenemark's writing, as I have not done my "peak" / current RP skills in this nation. Some may be Huda's.]:
Diplomatic RP: Organization RP: Here. If required any other, please notify.
Military RP:

Palace of the Kings,
Svadsberg, Gyllenemark.
King Asjorn Haavenlund I.

---

Life in Gyllenemark can be pretty dull, that is, if you are king. Unlike my father, I've never actually been the character for honor or justice. The usual days passed by, and all I can hear is economic reforms, civil rights and some other words. Reminded me when I was being taught in the foreign high school - it's name was...blast it! I keep forgetting the name. But as I woke up, my phone could not stop buzzing. I wearily kept it at my ear, hearing the hounding of my Adviser of Defense. "Holy shit. Why did you have to call me at... yeah, 6:00 AM!" I kept on ranting, till the guy calmed me down. My face was as if it was numb. I barely got out of bed, put on some decent clothes and got out.

Thank god I caught a cold. As I walked out, I noticed most of my advisers here glaring at me. "What the fu-" And then I sneezed, for once, thanking nature. I realized the press was there too, and I didn't want them to go all questions at me. I called the guards, who of course, were attention whores, happily answering the questions outside, at least, at their best. "So, what is the matter in hand?" I asked, sitting on the throne. It was rough, made of stone, and I had trouble sitting in it. I remember Father joking about it too, even though he adapted it in my age. I just kept on hearing. Even though I was honorable at times, nothing tries to disturb me in Sunday early morning when I'm asleep, till now.

"My Duke, the Monarchy at Cyllea is facing harsh situations." The Adviser of Defense told me. I shook my head, as I pictured trapped children dying, no one to help. Unlike most political leaders, I actually had feelings. Soon, I realized I had to live up to my father's dream. After what was going on in Cyllea, it was tough to not take action. "Very well. Send military and humanitarian aid, along with $45,000,000 for compensation." I stated. The advisers bowed, leaving the room. Outside, was a crowd, now alert to a situation that was going on. But before the law could be stated, of course. I had to make every single god damn speech. The advisers nodded, as I cleared my throat.

"Fine people of Gyllenemark, the Golden Land! Today, we find evil. The cowards of such minor, petty rebellions are not supposed to exist. When my father died, it was because of the goddamn rebels! Do you want your fathers to die? Your mothers raped? You children sold off as slaves? I do not want so! The brave people in Cyllea face so much burden, but they live on! And their tales shall go on! But when cowards once more, try to pillage their homes, do we, stand still?" I was grinning. If there was one thing I sported from my father, it was speech. Yep, no sports, no honor. Just speech. The crowd instantly replied, "NOOOO!". "That is why, we shall send aid! For our Cyllean brothers! For Gyllenemark, the Golden Land!" I shouted. The crowd went nuts. I waved at them, smiled. Just like father taught me. Then, I noticed a character coming from the dark, smiling. It was a girl, I noticed.

"Sister!" I shouted, running to the character. I hugged her. "Asjorn! How are you?!" She smiled. "I'm fine. Where is Johaan?" I asked. "Oh, he's got some meeting. Anyways, I'm here to meet Mumma." She replied. One of my advisers once again, disturbed me. "Paperwork." He whispered. I shook my head. Screw paperwork, I thought. I went down. We had a tradition to do. "In the name of the Goldenland, Gyllenemark, we carry out this law to form justice and honor in these flawed lands." I dictated. We planned it out, of course. "I need some sleep. Good night." I soon said. They nodded. Even though it was only 7:45.

---

Royal Gyllenemarkian Air Force Base, in Grezna.
Grezna District, Gyllenemark.
Squad Commander Karl Johnsson.

---

It was about 11:00 AM when I woke up. "Jesus. Can't I get rest?" I shouted. "Shut up, Karl." One of my Squadron members grinned. "Come on. They've fueled the MAWF-10s." The guy continued speaking. "Alright. Getting up." I replied. Of course, I was the first to take off. "Falcon 1 to Tower, taking off." I stated on the radio. "Tower to Falcon 1, you are clear to take off." The tower replied. "Alright. Thank god I don't need to brief you assholes!" I laughed after saying that. When I was in the air, it was relaxing. As if we were in heaven. But when it's fighting, you got to fight. My squad members grinned at each other. I was a funny leader, and sometimes very strict.

"Alright, Falcon Squadron, this is HQ." We were now getting briefed. "The situation unraveling in Cyllea has come to tennsion us. They make way for a potential ally for the Duchy. We will help the honorable government. Please do note that there is seismic activity in the area. You are scheduled to land in the Cyllean capital, or ask for briefing from the Cyllean HQ." The radio shut off. "Alright, so some bastards in Cyllea needs some crushing? We got it." I shouted. The men cheered on, as our aircraft zoomed across the horizon, on the way to Cyllea. Thank god they sent some SAT-100s, or else we would be plummeting without fuel.

"Before contacting the government, schedule an airstrike in the Ba'noi island or some shit." I ordered, as we got closer to the Cyllean airspace. "Journalists said that rebellions and the army have started fighting there." I continued speaking. "Watch out for blue on blue attacks." I lectured them on and on. After all, I couldn't be useless. "You guys know the drill." I said. They nodded, even though I couldn't see that. "We know." They replied. Soon, utter silence. No one said anything. That was, till we noticed some goddamn ground-to-air missile firing at us. "We are in the combat zone. That Ba...ba place." One of my Squadron members said. "Flares! Quick." I said. The missile was aimed at me. Of course, I knew the drill. I remember crashing twice. Back when there was a rebellion.

"Alright. Watch out for Blue on Blue attacks." I kept on telling them. "Alright, use the thermal scope. Fire at anything with no markings." I stated. We started looking out for any enemy forces. In the end, we just fired and busted a couple of armored cars, and then just bombed some areas populated with military vehicles, even though they were firing at each other. So what, if some Cylleans got hurt or died. At least we killed 'em rebels. "Alright, land in capital." I stated. Our aircraft zoomed across Cyllea. We soon arrived in the populated capital, and hopefully it was the capital. "Falcon 1 to Tower, we are aid from Gyllenemark...requesting landing." I wearily said.

Sports RP: Clickme
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: No, but may should I enter the region.
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

---

Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes.
If not, would you like one?: Already gozz one.
If so, what is the link?: (This is so you can be added to the region’s wiki) iiwiki.com/wiki/Huda
Desired Location: 119, 114 and 120. Otherwise, just 119.

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

IS this nation a puppet?

[Gyllenemark]

I am not stating I will join up instantly, but by the next week, I may.

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

---

General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The Greater Abbasist Republic of Huda
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): RPly, I have toned down population to 455,000,000.
Active Military Personnel: 400,000. Reserve has 800,000.
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): September 15, 2013.

---

Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: Yes
If so, what troubles?: Signature.
If so, how long ago?: I have been stripped of signature privileges due to me [not counting] my overuse of lines.

---

Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted)
[NOTE FROM APPLICANT: I am going to utilize my puppet Gyllenemark's writing, as I have not done my "peak" / current RP skills in this nation. Some may be Huda's.]:
Diplomatic RP: Organization RP: Here. If required any other, please notify.
Military RP:

Palace of the Kings,
Svadsberg, Gyllenemark.
King Asjorn Haavenlund I.

---

Life in Gyllenemark can be pretty dull, that is, if you are king. Unlike my father, I've never actually been the character for honor or justice. The usual days passed by, and all I can hear is economic reforms, civil rights and some other words. Reminded me when I was being taught in the foreign high school - it's name was...blast it! I keep forgetting the name. But as I woke up, my phone could not stop buzzing. I wearily kept it at my ear, hearing the hounding of my Adviser of Defense. "Holy shit. Why did you have to call me at... yeah, 6:00 AM!" I kept on ranting, till the guy calmed me down. My face was as if it was numb. I barely got out of bed, put on some decent clothes and got out.

Thank god I caught a cold. As I walked out, I noticed most of my advisers here glaring at me. "What the fu-" And then I sneezed, for once, thanking nature. I realized the press was there too, and I didn't want them to go all questions at me. I called the guards, who of course, were attention whores, happily answering the questions outside, at least, at their best. "So, what is the matter in hand?" I asked, sitting on the throne. It was rough, made of stone, and I had trouble sitting in it. I remember Father joking about it too, even though he adapted it in my age. I just kept on hearing. Even though I was honorable at times, nothing tries to disturb me in Sunday early morning when I'm asleep, till now.

"My Duke, the Monarchy at Cyllea is facing harsh situations." The Adviser of Defense told me. I shook my head, as I pictured trapped children dying, no one to help. Unlike most political leaders, I actually had feelings. Soon, I realized I had to live up to my father's dream. After what was going on in Cyllea, it was tough to not take action. "Very well. Send military and humanitarian aid, along with $45,000,000 for compensation." I stated. The advisers bowed, leaving the room. Outside, was a crowd, now alert to a situation that was going on. But before the law could be stated, of course. I had to make every single god damn speech. The advisers nodded, as I cleared my throat.

"Fine people of Gyllenemark, the Golden Land! Today, we find evil. The cowards of such minor, petty rebellions are not supposed to exist. When my father died, it was because of the goddamn rebels! Do you want your fathers to die? Your mothers raped? You children sold off as slaves? I do not want so! The brave people in Cyllea face so much burden, but they live on! And their tales shall go on! But when cowards once more, try to pillage their homes, do we, stand still?" I was grinning. If there was one thing I sported from my father, it was speech. Yep, no sports, no honor. Just speech. The crowd instantly replied, "NOOOO!". "That is why, we shall send aid! For our Cyllean brothers! For Gyllenemark, the Golden Land!" I shouted. The crowd went nuts. I waved at them, smiled. Just like father taught me. Then, I noticed a character coming from the dark, smiling. It was a girl, I noticed.

"Sister!" I shouted, running to the character. I hugged her. "Asjorn! How are you?!" She smiled. "I'm fine. Where is Johaan?" I asked. "Oh, he's got some meeting. Anyways, I'm here to meet Mumma." She replied. One of my advisers once again, disturbed me. "Paperwork." He whispered. I shook my head. Screw paperwork, I thought. I went down. We had a tradition to do. "In the name of the Goldenland, Gyllenemark, we carry out this law to form justice and honor in these flawed lands." I dictated. We planned it out, of course. "I need some sleep. Good night." I soon said. They nodded. Even though it was only 7:45.

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Royal Gyllenemarkian Air Force Base, in Grezna.
Grezna District, Gyllenemark.
Squad Commander Karl Johnsson.

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It was about 11:00 AM when I woke up. "Jesus. Can't I get rest?" I shouted. "Shut up, Karl." One of my Squadron members grinned. "Come on. They've fueled the MAWF-10s." The guy continued speaking. "Alright. Getting up." I replied. Of course, I was the first to take off. "Falcon 1 to Tower, taking off." I stated on the radio. "Tower to Falcon 1, you are clear to take off." The tower replied. "Alright. Thank god I don't need to brief you assholes!" I laughed after saying that. When I was in the air, it was relaxing. As if we were in heaven. But when it's fighting, you got to fight. My squad members grinned at each other. I was a funny leader, and sometimes very strict.

"Alright, Falcon Squadron, this is HQ." We were now getting briefed. "The situation unraveling in Cyllea has come to tennsion us. They make way for a potential ally for the Duchy. We will help the honorable government. Please do note that there is seismic activity in the area. You are scheduled to land in the Cyllean capital, or ask for briefing from the Cyllean HQ." The radio shut off. "Alright, so some bastards in Cyllea needs some crushing? We got it." I shouted. The men cheered on, as our aircraft zoomed across the horizon, on the way to Cyllea. Thank god they sent some SAT-100s, or else we would be plummeting without fuel.

"Before contacting the government, schedule an airstrike in the Ba'noi island or some shit." I ordered, as we got closer to the Cyllean airspace. "Journalists said that rebellions and the army have started fighting there." I continued speaking. "Watch out for blue on blue attacks." I lectured them on and on. After all, I couldn't be useless. "You guys know the drill." I said. They nodded, even though I couldn't see that. "We know." They replied. Soon, utter silence. No one said anything. That was, till we noticed some goddamn ground-to-air missile firing at us. "We are in the combat zone. That Ba...ba place." One of my Squadron members said. "Flares! Quick." I said. The missile was aimed at me. Of course, I knew the drill. I remember crashing twice. Back when there was a rebellion.

"Alright. Watch out for Blue on Blue attacks." I kept on telling them. "Alright, use the thermal scope. Fire at anything with no markings." I stated. We started looking out for any enemy forces. In the end, we just fired and busted a couple of armored cars, and then just bombed some areas populated with military vehicles, even though they were firing at each other. So what, if some Cylleans got hurt or died. At least we killed 'em rebels. "Alright, land in capital." I stated. Our aircraft zoomed across Cyllea. We soon arrived in the populated capital, and hopefully it was the capital. "Falcon 1 to Tower, we are aid from Gyllenemark...requesting landing." I wearily said.

Sports RP: Clickme
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: No, but may should I enter the region.
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes.
If not, would you like one?: Already gozz one.
If so, what is the link?: (This is so you can be added to the region’s wiki) iiwiki.com/wiki/Huda
Desired Location: 119, 114 and 120. Otherwise, just 119.

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

IS this nation a puppet?

Oh no. This nation was increasingly inactive so I decided to have a "break" ;p. I was looking for RP regions and I found Atlas. This nation (Gyllenemark) was a nation for fun. Gyllenemark is like a Swedish monarchy shizz. Huda is my main.

[Roski]

I am not stating I will join up instantly, but by the next week, I may.

(Image)
OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

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General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The Greater Abbasist Republic of Huda
Nation Population (RP wise, it cannot over-exceed your current population): RPly, I have toned down population to 455,000,000.
Active Military Personnel: 400,000. Reserve has 800,000.
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): September 15, 2013.

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: Yes
If so, what troubles?: Signature.
If so, how long ago?: I have been stripped of signature privileges due to me [not counting] my overuse of lines.

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (can be link or written out there, you only need to do one, but doing more increases your chances of being accepted)
[NOTE FROM APPLICANT: I am going to utilize my puppet Gyllenemark's writing, as I have not done my "peak" / current RP skills in this nation. Some may be Huda's.]:
Diplomatic RP: Organization RP: Here. If required any other, please notify.
Military RP:

Palace of the Kings,
Svadsberg, Gyllenemark.
King Asjorn Haavenlund I.

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Life in Gyllenemark can be pretty dull, that is, if you are king. Unlike my father, I've never actually been the character for honor or justice. The usual days passed by, and all I can hear is economic reforms, civil rights and some other words. Reminded me when I was being taught in the foreign high school - it's name was...blast it! I keep forgetting the name. But as I woke up, my phone could not stop buzzing. I wearily kept it at my ear, hearing the hounding of my Adviser of Defense. "Holy shit. Why did you have to call me at... yeah, 6:00 AM!" I kept on ranting, till the guy calmed me down. My face was as if it was numb. I barely got out of bed, put on some decent clothes and got out.

Thank god I caught a cold. As I walked out, I noticed most of my advisers here glaring at me. "What the fu-" And then I sneezed, for once, thanking nature. I realized the press was there too, and I didn't want them to go all questions at me. I called the guards, who of course, were attention whores, happily answering the questions outside, at least, at their best. "So, what is the matter in hand?" I asked, sitting on the throne. It was rough, made of stone, and I had trouble sitting in it. I remember Father joking about it too, even though he adapted it in my age. I just kept on hearing. Even though I was honorable at times, nothing tries to disturb me in Sunday early morning when I'm asleep, till now.

"My Duke, the Monarchy at Cyllea is facing harsh situations." The Adviser of Defense told me. I shook my head, as I pictured trapped children dying, no one to help. Unlike most political leaders, I actually had feelings. Soon, I realized I had to live up to my father's dream. After what was going on in Cyllea, it was tough to not take action. "Very well. Send military and humanitarian aid, along with $45,000,000 for compensation." I stated. The advisers bowed, leaving the room. Outside, was a crowd, now alert to a situation that was going on. But before the law could be stated, of course. I had to make every single god damn speech. The advisers nodded, as I cleared my throat.

"Fine people of Gyllenemark, the Golden Land! Today, we find evil. The cowards of such minor, petty rebellions are not supposed to exist. When my father died, it was because of the goddamn rebels! Do you want your fathers to die? Your mothers raped? You children sold off as slaves? I do not want so! The brave people in Cyllea face so much burden, but they live on! And their tales shall go on! But when cowards once more, try to pillage their homes, do we, stand still?" I was grinning. If there was one thing I sported from my father, it was speech. Yep, no sports, no honor. Just speech. The crowd instantly replied, "NOOOO!". "That is why, we shall send aid! For our Cyllean brothers! For Gyllenemark, the Golden Land!" I shouted. The crowd went nuts. I waved at them, smiled. Just like father taught me. Then, I noticed a character coming from the dark, smiling. It was a girl, I noticed.

"Sister!" I shouted, running to the character. I hugged her. "Asjorn! How are you?!" She smiled. "I'm fine. Where is Johaan?" I asked. "Oh, he's got some meeting. Anyways, I'm here to meet Mumma." She replied. One of my advisers once again, disturbed me. "Paperwork." He whispered. I shook my head. Screw paperwork, I thought. I went down. We had a tradition to do. "In the name of the Goldenland, Gyllenemark, we carry out this law to form justice and honor in these flawed lands." I dictated. We planned it out, of course. "I need some sleep. Good night." I soon said. They nodded. Even though it was only 7:45.

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Royal Gyllenemarkian Air Force Base, in Grezna.
Grezna District, Gyllenemark.
Squad Commander Karl Johnsson.

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It was about 11:00 AM when I woke up. "Jesus. Can't I get rest?" I shouted. "Shut up, Karl." One of my Squadron members grinned. "Come on. They've fueled the MAWF-10s." The guy continued speaking. "Alright. Getting up." I replied. Of course, I was the first to take off. "Falcon 1 to Tower, taking off." I stated on the radio. "Tower to Falcon 1, you are clear to take off." The tower replied. "Alright. Thank god I don't need to brief you assholes!" I laughed after saying that. When I was in the air, it was relaxing. As if we were in heaven. But when it's fighting, you got to fight. My squad members grinned at each other. I was a funny leader, and sometimes very strict.

"Alright, Falcon Squadron, this is HQ." We were now getting briefed. "The situation unraveling in Cyllea has come to tennsion us. They make way for a potential ally for the Duchy. We will help the honorable government. Please do note that there is seismic activity in the area. You are scheduled to land in the Cyllean capital, or ask for briefing from the Cyllean HQ." The radio shut off. "Alright, so some bastards in Cyllea needs some crushing? We got it." I shouted. The men cheered on, as our aircraft zoomed across the horizon, on the way to Cyllea. Thank god they sent some SAT-100s, or else we would be plummeting without fuel.

"Before contacting the government, schedule an airstrike in the Ba'noi island or some shit." I ordered, as we got closer to the Cyllean airspace. "Journalists said that rebellions and the army have started fighting there." I continued speaking. "Watch out for blue on blue attacks." I lectured them on and on. After all, I couldn't be useless. "You guys know the drill." I said. They nodded, even though I couldn't see that. "We know." They replied. Soon, utter silence. No one said anything. That was, till we noticed some goddamn ground-to-air missile firing at us. "We are in the combat zone. That Ba...ba place." One of my Squadron members said. "Flares! Quick." I said. The missile was aimed at me. Of course, I knew the drill. I remember crashing twice. Back when there was a rebellion.

"Alright. Watch out for Blue on Blue attacks." I kept on telling them. "Alright, use the thermal scope. Fire at anything with no markings." I stated. We started looking out for any enemy forces. In the end, we just fired and busted a couple of armored cars, and then just bombed some areas populated with military vehicles, even though they were firing at each other. So what, if some Cylleans got hurt or died. At least we killed 'em rebels. "Alright, land in capital." I stated. Our aircraft zoomed across Cyllea. We soon arrived in the populated capital, and hopefully it was the capital. "Falcon 1 to Tower, we are aid from Gyllenemark...requesting landing." I wearily said.

Sports RP: Clickme
Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: No, but may should I enter the region.
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: Yes.
If not, would you like one?: Already gozz one.
If so, what is the link?: (This is so you can be added to the region’s wiki) iiwiki.com/wiki/Huda
Desired Location: 119, 114 and 120. Otherwise, just 119.

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.

Well, unless anyone has any protests, ACCEPTED TO PLOT 119

[Bratislav]

Huda assigned to 119.

[The Nation of Ceneria]

Updated map for you, Brati! I had to remake the whole thing from scratch, so everything should be up to date.

http://i.imgur.com/aLsXdId.png

[Valaran]

Updated map for you, Brati! I had to remake the whole thing from scratch, so everything should be up to date.

http://i.imgur.com/RzmDyc5.png

Ceneria, you're the best

[Aerua]

OFFICIAL REQUEST OF MIGRATION TO ATLAS
A request made to the Executive President and Founder to allow the below nation to enter the region of Atlas

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General National Information

Formal Nation Name: The Kingdom of Aerua
Nation Population: 253,046
Active Military Personnel: 11,000
Date your nation was created in (must be a month old): December 10, 2014

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Moderation History

Any troubles with the mods?: None
If so, what troubles?: -
If so, how long ago?: -

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Roleplaying

Please post at least one RP post (Sports RP):

Aeruan National Channel 7
Jhua Peran

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"It's a very great day here in Phuert'o Rypori, as people fill the streets to view the first Formula 1 race in Kovror Retarne Racetrack since 1974."
"First, a little history about the racetrack. It was built in 1965 as Gaudium Racetrack, and was designed by Renfai Nemar. In 1967, it received its first Formula 1 race, after the Aeruan Kovror Retarne joined the category."
"It continued until 1974, when Kovror Retarne died in a car crash in Port Murttian in January. After that, the racetrack was used for different national categories, and started to lose popularity. In 1978, it was renamed to its current name, Kovror Retarne."

"But today, Trean Meranto, of 23 years old, is here to bring back our loved Formula 1 to Aerua! He has won 10 races on his career, and now is looking for the Aeruan GP Cup. He has qualified 3rd, so his winning chances are very high."
"He has been on Mercedes-Aeruúat for 2 years, and he doesn't seem to want a change. His girlfriend, the beatiful Holi Pher'z, is coming to the race.

"We've talked with Trean, and that's what he said: "
"I'm very excited and happy about being here, I wouldn't be anything without my fans, who are constantly sending me support messages over the social networks, and making me want to continue for a long time."

"That was Trean Meranto, our current Formula 1 star. That's all by now, but don't forget to tune in ANC7 at 15:00 to watch the Aeruan Grand Prix 2015."
"My name is Jhua Peran, and this was the racing report."

Do you wish to join any Atlas-only alliances?: No, by the moment.
If so, pick some (bold specified choices): PPDC MPCP CSCP

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Map and Offsite Information

Do you have an IIWiki page?: No
If not, would you like one?: Yes, I'm going to make it.
If so, what is the link?: (This is so you can be added to the region’s wiki) -
Desired Location: 104 47

By submitting this application, it is assumed that you have read and agreed with the Constitution of the region. If you are a member of the World Assembly, upon entrance, please endorse the current Executive President. Do note that any puppet, unless previously cleared by the Founder or Executive President, WILL BE DENIED. By submitting this application, it is also assumed that you don’t mind nations to go into previous Regional posts or close by forum posts to check that you are not going to stir trouble within the region.