Four nations rise with an ambitious goal: to win Brawl #8! |
President Nic "InsignificantWeeaboo" Gower presides over The Aprati Province Originally, this province was an underdeveloped country called Ifnsnaiicngti. On its soils grew various cash crops, such as cotton and mustard seed. Underneath the ground were many valuable metals and minerals. With resources like this, it was inevitable for a more developed country, namely the Gravisian Empire, to annex Ifnsnaiicngti. (The officials at the time renamed Ifnisnaiicngti to Aprati on the grounds of "The original name was too hard to pronounce.") They would eventually become the Republic of Gravisia after a revolution by the common folk. Today, the Aprati Province has become an industrial nation led by the 37th President Nic Gower, who has been put in charge of Aprati by the Republic and given permission to rule as he pleases. Gower is in full support of democracy and capitalism, and his dream is to see Aprati become a successful and independent nation. His harsh policies might not be well received by the rest of the civilians, but it won't matter to him as long as Aprati becomes the superpower he wishes it to be. After all, the ends justify the means. |
Primesinister JonathanCrazyJ, Savior of the Blackdeep, he who unites the ocean under The Dreadwater The elements are known. They have always been known. But the water... the water was never fully comprehended. Minister JonathanCrazyJ ruled the known waters with passion and sacrifice for many years. The success and glory he bestowed on the water was hitherto unknown. But he refused to lay dormant. He needed to know, needed to explore the fullest depths of what he believed was his kingdom. He delved below, trenches, chasms, the deep. There he found another kingdom, still water but clouded in patient, consuming black. He found creatures and weapons ruled by nothing but themselves. He found a sinister glory there, and tendrils of another element. Darkness was part of his own kingdom. He had a moment of panic, and hated himself for what he knew he must do. To return to his known watery kingdom, he needed to bring temporary rule to the darkness. He needed to understand it, revel in it, consume the power within it. When he returned to the shallows and felt the blissful touch of the balmier currents above, his kingdom reviled him. They hated what he had done. But slowly, creatures from the deep rose up. They joined him and tentatively integrated themselves in his first kingdom. As time went by, the hatred sank into fearful reverence. And then he swore an oath. An oath to give his whole being to the water, and to make the water be whole. He united a vast kingdom that nobody knew existed, and was thereafter known as Primesinister JonathanCrazyJ, Savior of the Blackdeep, he who unites the ocean. Yet not all of his subjects were content. The factions known politically as the Shallowers and Deepers were still riven with tension. Could the Primesinister hold his newfound kingdom together? The kingdom known as The Dreadwater. |
The Most Glorious and Resplendent Leader of all the Nations dawn to dusk holds sway in Blisstopia The people's thoughts on me: Undying and unwavering loyalty in even the harshest of situations Political Agenda: Increase my reign of influence through my immense righteousness and perfection My people voted me in in such a landslide victory that has never been seen in the history of political campaigns. But it is not a surprise, I am that amazing, after all |
The Administrator Fippe94 administers Vementia I live in the land of Vementia. The ruler of this country is called The Administrator, and directly under him serves The Council. I come from a lowly peasant family, and yet my goal in life has always been to become the next Administrator. I've always wanted power. After years of planning, backstabbing my rivals and making allies I finally became part of the Council. But that was not enough. After several more years of plotting, backstabbing my old allies and making new ones, I also became Master of the Vementian Coliseum. But that was still not enough. I strategized, rallied the people under the "#FippeForAdmin" banner, and essentially played 5-dimensional chess with my "allies" as pawns, and I finally made it. I became the leader of the country. The Administrator. Now all the power in this land is mine. But is is not enough. I need more land, more power. More countries must be mine. I don't care for the people of this land, all I care about is more power! Of course, they all see me as their good and kind leader, and there is no reason to destroy that facade. Only the Council knows my true nature, for they are as power-hungry as me, and they know that more power to me means more power to them. |
Don't be stupid. I am the beloved Administrator. The people love me, and I want nothing except what is best for my people. I don't know much about you guys, but you're peobably evil and bad for my people, so for the best of my people I'll probably just take over your lands or something. For the good of my people of course, it's not like I'm being selfish.I live in the land of Vementia. The ruler of this country is called The Administrator, and directly under him serves The Council. I come from a lowly peasant family, and yet my goal in life has always been to become the next Administrator. I've always wanted power. After years of planning, backstabbing my rivals and making allies I finally became part of the Council. But that was not enough.
After several more years of plotting, backstabbing my old allies and making new ones, I also became Master of the Vementian Coliseum. But that was still not enough. I strategized, rallied the people under the "#FippeForAdmin" banner, and essentially played 5-dimensional chess with my "allies" as pawns, and I finally made it. I became the leader of the country. The Administrator. Now all the power in this land is mine.
For everyone else: you should absolutely join my Council, we will take over the world and rule over everything and everyone.
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Originally, this province was an underdeveloped country called Ifnsnaiicngti. On its soils grew various cash crops, such as cotton and mustard seed. Underneath the ground were many valuable metals and minerals. With resources like this, it was inevitable for a more developed country, namely the Gravisian Empire, to annex Ifnsnaiicngti. (The officials at the time renamed Ifnisnaiicngti to Aprati on the grounds of "The original name was too hard to pronounce.") They would eventually become the Republic of Gravisia after a revolution by the common folk.
Today, the Aprati Province has become an industrial nation led by the 37th President Nic Gower, who has been put in charge of Aprati by the Republic and given permission to rule as he pleases. Winson is in full support of democracy and capitalism, and his dream is to see Aprati become a successful and independent nation. His harsh policies might not be well received by the rest of the civilians, but it won't matter to him as long as Aprati becomes the superpower he wishes it to be. After all, the ends justify the means.