Zecro
08-02-2004, 00:06
When my cousin stopped playing Nationstates, he gave me his two countries called Drug City (DC) and Hemi Cuda (HC). And technically, I've had one ruler rule all three countries, which isn't very good for RPing. So as of now (saturday the 7th), I'm opening up nominations of candidates. When you nominate, state what the candidate will concentrate on, their proposed platform and what their status on buisness and the environment (and both together) is. You can even place political refugees in power, just say he/she is a political refugee or is in exile from their home country.
Froogle Korgyz looked out of his office on floor 170 of the Zecro Governmnent building. It was prospering. Huge skyscrapers dominated the inner city, all with defensive AA guns on most. Hydrogen-powered cars sped through the city. Pedestrains made their way through buildings and skybridges, which had replaced the sidewalks which were still used in places where traffic wasn't as heavy. The entire city of Kazo was connected into one entity. The sun was setting over the bay, where shipments were constantly exported and imported from other countries. The water reflected the red-tinted sky. The clouds were orange-pink and shadows were a deep-blue.
He knew the scene was the same throughout Hemi Cuda and Drug city as well. The faraway forests were visible, with the rich dark-green color was paralled by the setting sun's last rays. Somewhere in the city, and in the building as well, information was flowing through advanced fiber optics. This, the splendid country that was his, truly was wonderful. He would be retiring, knowing that he had built up the government that commanded such a country. His presence was requested in the meeting room, a few floors above, said the intercom. Froogle turned away from the window and made his way to the elevator and further into the meeting. He was greeted by the people he had chosen to help him rule three countries. He called them together today to a meeting, where none knew he was retiring.
He sat down into his seat and the twenty-some people quieted down. "As you know," he began, "Zecro, Hemi Cuda and Drug City have become model states in the world. I have called you here today to tell you that I shall be retiring from rule. I will choose three people out of internationally nominated condidates, and maybe internal leaders, to rule three distinct countries. Your positions will remain under the new leaders, but the time has come for new leadership. Within a week, the three countries will come under new rule. What I want all of you to do is manage the elections and run polls through the country as to see which candidate people prefer." Froogle continued explaining of the procedure that was to folllow. When the meeting was over, a message was sent to the internationall conmunity stating that Zecro, Hemi Cuda and Drug City were to hold elections for a new leader in each country and that other countries should nominate whomever they see fit. Froogle also realized that those without the backing of the government might wish to hold power, and decided that should any such person apply for office, they will be judged equally, unless their transgressions are too great.
Froogle Korgyz looked out of his office on floor 170 of the Zecro Governmnent building. It was prospering. Huge skyscrapers dominated the inner city, all with defensive AA guns on most. Hydrogen-powered cars sped through the city. Pedestrains made their way through buildings and skybridges, which had replaced the sidewalks which were still used in places where traffic wasn't as heavy. The entire city of Kazo was connected into one entity. The sun was setting over the bay, where shipments were constantly exported and imported from other countries. The water reflected the red-tinted sky. The clouds were orange-pink and shadows were a deep-blue.
He knew the scene was the same throughout Hemi Cuda and Drug city as well. The faraway forests were visible, with the rich dark-green color was paralled by the setting sun's last rays. Somewhere in the city, and in the building as well, information was flowing through advanced fiber optics. This, the splendid country that was his, truly was wonderful. He would be retiring, knowing that he had built up the government that commanded such a country. His presence was requested in the meeting room, a few floors above, said the intercom. Froogle turned away from the window and made his way to the elevator and further into the meeting. He was greeted by the people he had chosen to help him rule three countries. He called them together today to a meeting, where none knew he was retiring.
He sat down into his seat and the twenty-some people quieted down. "As you know," he began, "Zecro, Hemi Cuda and Drug City have become model states in the world. I have called you here today to tell you that I shall be retiring from rule. I will choose three people out of internationally nominated condidates, and maybe internal leaders, to rule three distinct countries. Your positions will remain under the new leaders, but the time has come for new leadership. Within a week, the three countries will come under new rule. What I want all of you to do is manage the elections and run polls through the country as to see which candidate people prefer." Froogle continued explaining of the procedure that was to folllow. When the meeting was over, a message was sent to the internationall conmunity stating that Zecro, Hemi Cuda and Drug City were to hold elections for a new leader in each country and that other countries should nominate whomever they see fit. Froogle also realized that those without the backing of the government might wish to hold power, and decided that should any such person apply for office, they will be judged equally, unless their transgressions are too great.