NationStates Jolt Archive

After months of drifting, the angsty crew of the SS. BITE ME finally hit ground. Looking up and down the rocky beach the conversation quickly turns from "Who stole the last bag of Cheetos?" to "...where are we?"

"Hey, I bet this is France!", a guy in a ripped t-shirt proclaimed.
"If this is france, then why is it so warm?" a woman wearing a grin replied.

Stumbling out of the steering cabin came the captain, map in hand.
"I've checked the maps and radioed all frequencies. Nobody's here. We've found someplace new."

"Finally! A Chance at true freedom! No UN rules!", a girly fellow in a striped shirt cheered and everyone agreed.

"What will we call this place?", said a blonde wearing only sandals.

"Anarchy!!!", shouted a teenager with stark black hair.

"How about Derkara (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/32310/page=display_region/region=derkara)? It's catchier.", the captain suggested and, after some persuading, the crew agreed.

Now, which way to go? Some said North, some said south. In the end they all split into two groups: the mostly-nude went south to warmer climates to form Night Island and the mostly-clothed wandered north to create Carsia. As they wanded off to create non-UN paradises of thier own, they quietly began to wonder if they would find anyone else in Derkara (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/32310/page=display_region/region=derkara).

(Note: If your nation wants to REALLY join Derkara and not just Roleplay it, feel free to! We're at http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/32310/page=display_region/region=derkara )

The morning after a storm a large Ark type vessel washes up on the eastern shore of this continent. The captain of the ship had fallen asleep at the helm, lulled to sleep by the rhythmic chanting of the strange religious sect that has spent the entire three week voyage fasting and writing bad angst filled poetry.

As the survivors emerged from the wreckage they gathered around on the beach. They all were in the white robes that were mandatory of the sect. “By the Divine we have survived” exclaimed one of the elders! They took stock of their surroundings, coming to the conclusion that “The All” had guided them there in its divine wisdom.

Being the tenacious group they were they began dismantling the Ark they had arrived in to assemble the building which were to become the heart of Reknown.