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Post  The Holy Empire of Artite on Sun Jan 25, 2015 3:44 am

Here is a place for you to tell your nations legends or myths. They can be the silliest or the bloodiest most serious Legends you can conjure up for you nation. Have fun and make it a story give a passionate detailing of the events.
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Post  The Holy Empire of Artite on Sun Jan 25, 2015 12:39 pm

The War of the Holy Inquisition(1291-1306)



Empire of Avaria                                                           Kingdom of Timont
Kingdom of Fahaduff                                                     Province of Beldor 
Kingdom of Winsler                                                       Kingdom of Morat
                                                                                    Kingdom of Lasur


In the year 1291 A.D  the Kingdom of Timont and the Avarian province of Beldor signed an alliance pact and soon the Province of Beldor split from the Empire of Avaria. Through the years of 1291 and 1297 the Empire was fighting against the two aggressor states in a loosing war. In the year 1298 both the Kingdoms of Fahaduff and Winsler allied themselves and invaded the Kingdoms of Morat and Lasur who were supplying the Kingdom of Timont and the Province of Morat with arms and armor. The war was a brutal one that was costing the Empire to much in lives and gold. The Kingdoms of Fahaduff and Winsler were successfully conquering the two kingdoms they had initially invaded and with in the year 1300 both Kingdoms had been conquered and brought under the banners of their conquerors. Also in the year 1300 a treaty was finallized between the Empire of Avaria and the Kingdoms of Fahaduff and Winsler bringing both Kingdoms and all their territories including the territory gained in the war. In 1301 the Empire of Avaria pushed out the armies of Timont and Beldor, then soon after declared a holy war on them both. The war was more or less of a stale mate and so for the next three years the Empire and the so called heretics fought over large areas of land. In 1304 the war turned for the best for the Empire and this is where the Legend begins. 

In 1304 in a small town in southern Beldor a minor garrison of peasant levies and unmounted knights defended the town of Gritne. At the same time a large force of Avarian soldiers numbering around 200,000 marched towards the town with out knowledge of the area. A Knight by the name of Sir Brisga Notea led a company of 200 heavy knights towards the town to scout the surrounding area. At the same time the Legion of Lucifer, an army under the control of the Kingdom of Timont also marched towards Gritne to rest before invading southern Avaria. By chance the two armies were to meet at Gritne where the outcome of the rest of the war would be determined. Sir Notea led his men to the northern part of Gritne where they encountered a small contigent of light infantry from the Legion of Lucifer. Quickly they engaged the enemy and rode them down before returning to the main force to report its findings. Before however they could get back to the army they were joined by a large group of enemy knights who mistook them for their own, so Avarian and Timontian knights intermingled. In the ensuing confusion fighting broke out among the 200 strong Avarian knights and the 500 strong Satanic Knights. After a several hours of fighting Sir Notea was the only knight left against 100 or so Satanic Knights. Story goes that Sir Notea charged the enemy knights yelling "For God, For the Empire, For the Emperor". It is said that he fought like a man possessed by the wrath of God, cutting down knights left and right even after suffering mortal wounds. By this time the army of Avaria and the Legion of Lucifer had met but further south and the battle was going in favor of the Empire who were at the time scaling the walls of Gritne. After the battle and all his foes killed, Sir Gritne rode his steed into the Avarian camp where he reported what had happened and what he had seen, to late though for the Empire was now besieging the town of Gritne and what ever resistance was left of the garrison and the Legion of Lucifer who had retreated behind the walls of Gritne. 


After telling his story, Emperor Tilius Avarius made Sir Notea a Knight of God, deeming him to be an angel and granting him with the title of Saint Brisga. Shortly after Sir Notea died of his wounds but his story was spread through out the entire Empire sparking a fierce fire of pride in the Empire that led to the enlistment of over 300,000 peasants. Soon after the fall of Gritne and the sudden influx of fresh troops on the battlefield, the Empire of Avaria conquered the Kingdom of Timont and reconquered the Pronvince of Beldor.

To this day, Sir Notea or known as Saint Brisga has a celebrated day in the Imperial Army where soldiers pay their respects to the Knight of God. To this day their are stories of soldiers who saw Saint Brisga on the battlefield and were led by the Saint to victory when victory seemed a distant dream. Saint Brisga has also become the patron saint of all soldiers in the Imperial Army and Imperial Marines. 












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Post  Kingdom of Ireland on Sun Jan 25, 2015 2:24 pm

Moskva Devil Tunnels



Spanning under much of Downtown Moskva lies a series of very old tunnels. The tunnels date back to the founding of Moskva it self. But to know what makes these tunnels so scary we must go back in time. The year is 1790 AD nearly 300 years after the founding of the city. Only a few years earlier a mass plague broke out killing over 1/2 of the city. The current city government had no where to place the dead bodies. So a mass construction project took place. A tunnel system measuring out to 15 miles was built. When construction was completed the city government simply dumped the bodies there. But the project was doomed from the beginning. On the night before construction started the person in charge of the project was found dead with a dagger stuck in his heart in an abandoned alley way. The tunnels it self took 2 years to build. During construction nearly 30 people were found dead. One particular case being Vladimir Blotsky who was found in a dark tunnel with his body mangled. To this day no one is sure what happened but this was not the case that gave these tunnels their infamous name. When all the bodies were placed in the tunnel the workers rushed to get out of the tunnels some described it as a place where happiness goes to die. When the workers rushed out they forgot to properly close off the tunnels. Fast forwarding 100 years Moskva had become a city of adultery. Women were commonly sold as whores on the streets during this time. In trying to escape many women ran to the tunnels. Never to be seen again. Lost in the tunnels for eternity. When the City Government inspected the runnels in 1908. They were appalled at what they found. Over 20 bodies suspected where found mangled throughout the tunnel. And to top it off pentagrams were found painted on the walls, and floors with candles still lit. When the inspectors were in bed that night they never woke the next morning. This is when the tunnel truly became feared. The people of Moskva started calling it Дьяволы Прохождение(Devils Passage) as many people believes this was the portal between hell and earth. Mystery has always shrouded the Devils Tunnel. The tunnels were eventually declared off limits in 1998.
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Post  England and Wales on Sun Jan 25, 2015 8:12 pm

Floor 372


Floor 372 is an off limited abandoned floor in Citadel government tower. The room was a horrific experiments to create a, "Master race." The scientists were blinded, deafened and had their tongues removed once they knew what they where doing, so they could never speak, see or hear the inhuman experiments. Anyone who entered, never left, expect for the Masked Overlord who was only aloud on the floor or to leave it. The Floor was never soundproofed so screams could be herd all though the tower and the smell of decaying flesh got into the venation of the tower.

After the death of the Masked Overlord a team was sent in to clean up everything but never left the room. The camera's would flicker off when ever a team entered and go back on a few days later. All that could be seen was blood everywhere and tore apart corpses with what would appear to be attempted replacement limbs.  Body parts where found in the vents, and in the end the room was sealed off, the vents where blocked into the room and power was cut to it.

A month after this had happened the all screens in the Citadel showed a scientist (who must have been there from before the floors closure), wrote on the wall in his own blood "We did it. We Created the Master Race!"  Before a skinny, human like creature attacked the man, killed him and began to eat it, before turning to the camera and attacking it.

The experiment dubbed "The Bio-Hazard" seen before the cameras went off
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Post  Lonbonia on Sun Jan 25, 2015 10:10 pm

Nightmare Forest

Legends tell about a haunted forest in Lonbonia, the 'Kaaboos' forest, filled with many stories. It was known to make a thousand people vanish in the lifetime of observation. In 1998, a group of Lonbonian researchers decided they wanted to learn about the mystery of the forest, and headed inside the forest with a live video camera recording the eerie environment. Dark when it is day, and even darker in the night. Every day, the journalist researcher would say that one scientist would have suddenly disappeared. After 10 days, the journalist researcher was the only one remaining in the forest. He proceeded to stay awake for the day, recording a video until an abnormally talled, under-hooded man appeared in the camera suddenly, which has then turned to static with no explanation of what happened to the researcher. A message that some scientists managed to see is a glowing blue circle in a tree behind the man. In 2015, the forest has been kept out of limits to prevent anymore loss of life.
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Post  Great Eurussia on Mon Jan 26, 2015 1:32 am

Cool stories!!!
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Post  England and Wales on Mon Jan 26, 2015 2:41 am

Great Eurussia wrote:Cool stories!!!

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Post  Kingdom of Ireland on Mon Jan 26, 2015 3:03 am

Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.

The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II.

Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the 4 day mark.

After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself...

After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for 3 hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that he had physically torn his vocal cords. The most surprising thing about this behavior is how the other captives reacted to it... or rather didn't react to it. They continued whispering to the microphones until the second of the captives started to scream. The 2 non-screaming captives took the books apart, smeared page after page with their own feces and pasted them calmly over the glass portholes. The screaming promptly stopped.

So did the whispering to the microphones.

After 3 more days passed. The researchers checked the microphones hourly to make sure they were working, since they thought it impossible that no sound could be coming with 5 people inside. The oxygen consumption in the chamber indicated that all 5 must still be alive. In fact it was the amount of oxygen 5 people would consume at a very heavy level of strenuous exercise. On the morning of the 14th day the researchers did something they said they would not do to get a reaction from the captives, they used the intercom inside the chamber, hoping to provoke any response from the captives they were afraid were either dead or vegetables.

They announced: "We are opening the chamber to test the microphones; step away from the door and lie flat on the floor or you will be shot. Compliance will earn one of you your immediate freedom."

To their surprise they heard a single phrase in a calm voice response: "We no longer want to be freed."

Debate broke out among the researchers and the military forces funding the research. Unable to provoke any more response using the intercom it was finally decided to open the chamber at midnight on the fifteenth day.

The chamber was flushed of the stimulant gas and filled with fresh air and immediately voices from the microphones began to object. 3 different voices began begging, as if pleading for the life of loved ones to turn the gas back on. The chamber was opened and soldiers sent in to retrieve the test subjects. They began to scream louder than ever, and so did the soldiers when they saw what was inside. Four of the five subjects were still alive, although no one could rightly call the state that any of them in 'life.'

The food rations past day 5 had not been so much as touched. There were chunks of meat from the dead test subject's thighs and chest stuffed into the drain in the center of the chamber, blocking the drain and allowing 4 inches of water to accumulate on the floor. Precisely how much of the water on the floor was actually blood was never determined. All four 'surviving' test subjects also had large portions of muscle and skin torn away from their bodies. The destruction of flesh and exposed bone on their finger tips indicated that the wounds were inflicted by hand, not with teeth as the researchers initially thought. Closer examination of the position and angles of the wounds indicated that most if not all of them were self-inflicted.

The abdominal organs below the ribcage of all four test subjects had been removed. While the heart, lungs and diaphragm remained in place, the skin and most of the muscles attached to the ribs had been ripped off, exposing the lungs through the ribcage. All the blood vessels and organs remained intact, they had just been taken out and laid on the floor, fanning out around the eviscerated but still living bodies of the subjects. The digestive tract of all four could be seen to be working, digesting food. It quickly became apparent that what they were digesting was their own flesh that they had ripped off and eaten over the course of days.

Most of the soldiers were Russian special operatives at the facility, but still many refused to return to the chamber to remove the test subjects. They continued to scream to be left in the chamber and alternately begged and demanded that the gas be turned back on, lest they fall asleep...

To everyone's surprise the test subjects put up a fierce fight in the process of being removed from the chamber. One of the Russian soldiers died from having his throat ripped out, another was gravely injured by having his testicles ripped off and an artery in his leg severed by one of the subject's teeth. Another 5 of the soldiers lost their lives if you count ones that committed suicide in the weeks following the incident.

In the struggle one of the four living subjects had his spleen ruptured and he bled out almost immediately. The medical researchers attempted to sedate him but this proved impossible. He was injected with more than ten times the human dose of a morphine derivative and still fought like a cornered animal, breaking the ribs and arm of one doctor. When heart was seen to beat for a full two minutes after he had bled out to the point there was more air in his vascular system than blood. Even after it stopped he continued to scream and flail for another 3 minutes, struggling to attack anyone in reach and just repeating the word "MORE" over and over, weaker and weaker, until he finally fell silent.

The surviving three test subjects were heavily restrained and moved to a medical facility, the two with intact vocal cords continuously begging for the gas demanding to be kept awake...

The most injured of the three was taken to the only surgical operating room that the facility had. In the process of preparing the subject to have his organs placed back within his body it was found that he was effectively immune to the sedative they had given him to prepare him for the surgery. He fought furiously against his restraints when the anesthetic gas was brought out to put him under. He managed to tear most of the way through a 4 inch wide leather strap on one wrist, even through the weight of a 200 pound soldier holding that wrist as well. It took only a little more anesthetic than normal to put him under, and the instant his eyelids fluttered and closed, his heart stopped. In the autopsy of the test subject that died on the operating table it was found that his blood had triple the normal level of oxygen. His muscles that were still attached to his skeleton were badly torn and he had broken 9 bones in his struggle to not be subdued. Most of them were from the force his own muscles had exerted on them.

The second survivor had been the first of the group of five to start screaming. His vocal cords destroyed he was unable to beg or object to surgery, and he only reacted by shaking his head violently in disapproval when the anesthetic gas was brought near him. He shook his head yes when someone suggested, reluctantly, they try the surgery without anesthetic, and did not react for the entire 6 hour procedure of replacing his abdominal organs and attempting to cover them with what remained of his skin. The surgeon presiding stated repeatedly that it should be medically possible for the patient to still be alive. One terrified nurse assisting the surgery stated that she had seen the patients mouth curl into a smile several times, whenever his eyes met hers.

When the surgery ended the subject looked at the surgeon and began to wheeze loudly, attempting to talk while struggling. Assuming this must be something of drastic importance the surgeon had a pen and pad fetched so the patient could write his message. It was simple. "Keep cutting."

The other two test subjects were given the same surgery, both without anesthetic as well. Although they had to be injected with a paralytic for the duration of the operation. The surgeon found it impossible to perform the operation while the patients laughed continuously. Once paralyzed the subjects could only follow the attending researchers with their eyes. The paralytic cleared their system in an abnormally short period of time and they were soon trying to escape their bonds. The moment they could speak they were again asking for the stimulant gas. The researchers tried asking why they had injured themselves, why they had ripped out their own guts and why they wanted to be given the gas again.

Only one response was given: "I must remain awake."

All three subject's restraints were reinforced and they were placed back into the chamber awaiting determination as to what should be done with them. The researchers, facing the wrath of their military 'benefactors' for having failed the stated goals of their project considered euthanizing the surviving subjects. The commanding officer, an ex-KGB instead saw potential, and wanted to see what would happen if they were put back on the gas. The researchers strongly objected, but were overruled.

In preparation for being sealed in the chamber again the subjects were connected to an EEG monitor and had their restraints padded for long term confinement. To everyone's surprise all three stopped struggling the moment it was let slip that they were going back on the gas. It was obvious that at this point all three were putting up a great struggle to stay awake. One of subjects that could speak was humming loudly and continuously; the mute subject was straining his legs against the leather bonds with all his might, first left, then right, then left again for something to focus on. The remaining subject was holding his head off his pillow and blinking rapidly. Having been the first to be wired for EEG most of the researchers were monitoring his brain waves in surprise. They were normal most of the time but sometimes flat lined inexplicably. It looked as if he were repeatedly suffering brain death, before returning to normal. As they focused on paper scrolling out of the brainwave monitor only one nurse saw his eyes slip shut at the same moment his head hit the pillow. His brainwaves immediately changed to that of deep sleep, then flatlined for the last time as his heart simultaneously stopped.

The only remaining subject that could speak started screaming to be sealed in now. His brainwaves showed the same flatlines as one who had just died from falling asleep. The commander gave the order to seal the chamber with both subjects inside, as well as 3 researchers. One of the named three immediately drew his gun and shot the commander point blank between the eyes, then turned the gun on the mute subject and blew his brains out as well.

He pointed his gun at the remaining subject, still restrained to a bed as the remaining members of the medical and research team fled the room. "I won't be locked in here with these things! Not with you!" he screamed at the man strapped to the table. "WHAT ARE YOU?" he demanded. "I must know!"

The subject smiled.

"Have you forgotten so easily?" The subject asked. "We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread."

The researcher paused. Then aimed at the subject's heart and fired. The EEG flatlined as the subject weakly choked out, "So... nearly... free..."


(OOc:I know this a well known story but im still claiming it as part of my legends.)
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Post  Apepistan on Mon Jan 26, 2015 6:21 pm

This is not a creepypasta, but a legend or myth of the people of the steppes.

An ancient myth says that the mountains surrounding the Apopic Basin are an ancient deity, the Great Serpent, therefore, in ancient maps, the Apopic Mountains are often drawn as a serpent instead of actual mountains. He is sometimes referred to as a dragon, or a wyrm, depending on the region's local version of the myth. One is however, common in the folklore: The Great Serpent was created by Allfather-Tengri himself, and coils around the steppes to protects its people from foreign invaders. The legends claim that the Great Serpent is in deep sleep, and he will be awoken by the war-cries of the warriors of the steppe in the great battle at the end of the world, and will help his people defeat the evil forces they are fighting with.

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Post  Muchos Estados Unidos on Mon Jan 26, 2015 8:34 pm

* Ghost in the White House *

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Post  England and Wales on Sat Apr 11, 2015 2:37 pm

The Terrible Old Man

It was the design of Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva to call on the Terrible Old Man. This old man dwells all alone in a very ancient house on Water Street near the sea, and is reputed to be both exceedingly rich and exceedingly feeble; which forms a situation very attractive to men of the profession of Messrs. Ricci, Czanek, and Silva, for that profession was nothing less dignified than robbery.
The inhabitants of Kingsport say and think many things about the Terrible Old Man which generally keep him safe from the attention of gentlemen like Mr. Ricci and his colleagues, despite the almost certain fact that he hides a fortune of indefinite magnitude somewhere about his musty and venerable abode. He is, in truth, a very strange person, believed to have been a captain of East India clipper ships in his day; so old that no one can remember when he was young, and so taciturn that few know his real name. Among the gnarled trees in the front yard of his aged and neglected place he maintains a strange collection of large stones, oddly grouped and painted so that they resemble the idols in some obscure Eastern temple. This collection frightens away most of the small boys who love to taunt the Terrible Old Man about his long white hair and beard, or to break the small-paned windows of his dwelling with wicked missiles; but there are other things which frighten the older and more curious folk who sometimes steal up to the house to peer in through the dusty panes. These folk say that on a table in a bare room on the ground floor are many peculiar bottles, in each a small piece of lead suspended pendulum-wise from a string. And they say that the Terrible Old Man talks to these bottles, addressing them by such names as Jack, Scar-Face, Long Tom, Spanish Joe, Peters, and Mate Ellis, and that whenever he speaks to a bottle the little lead pendulum within makes certain definite vibrations as if in answer.

Those who have watched the tall, lean, Terrible Old Man in these peculiar conversations, do not watch him again. But Angelo Ricci and Joe Czanek and Manuel Silva were not of Kingsport blood; they were of that new and heterogeneous alien stock which lies outside the charmed circle of New England life and traditions, and they saw in the Terrible Old Man merely a tottering, almost helpless grey-beard, who could not walk without the aid of his knotted cane, and whose thin, weak hands shook pitifully. They were really quite sorry in their way for the lonely, unpopular old fellow, whom everybody shunned, and at whom all the dogs barked singularly. But business is business, and to a robber whose soul is in his profession, there is a lure and a challenge about a very old and very feeble man who has no account at the bank, and who pays for his few necessities at the village store with Spanish gold and silver minted two centuries ago.

Messrs. Ricci, Czanek, and Silva selected the night of April 11th for their call. Mr. Ricci and Mr. Silva were to interview the poor old gentleman, whilst Mr. Czanek waited for them and their presumable metallic burden with a covered motor-car in Ship Street, by the gate in the tall rear wall of their host’s grounds. Desire to avoid needless explanations in case of unexpected police intrusions prompted these plans for a quiet and unostentatious departure.

As prearranged, the three adventurers started out separately in order to prevent any evil-minded suspicions afterward. Messrs. Ricci and Silva met in Water Street by the old man’s front gate, and although they did not like the way the moon shone down upon the painted stones through the budding branches of the gnarled trees, they had more important things to think about than mere idle superstition. They feared it might be unpleasant work making the Terrible Old Man loquacious concerning his hoarded gold and silver, for aged sea-captains are notably stubborn and perverse. Still, he was very old and very feeble, and there were two visitors. Messrs. Ricci and Silva were experienced in the art of making unwilling persons voluble, and the screams of a weak and exceptionally venerable man can be easily muffled. So they moved up to the one lighted window and heard the Terrible Old Man talking childishly to his bottles with pendulums. Then they donned masks and knocked politely at the weather-stained oaken door.

Waiting seemed very long to Mr. Czanek as he fidgeted restlessly in the covered motor-car by the Terrible Old Man’s back gate in Ship Street. He was more than ordinarily tender-hearted, and he did not like the hideous screams he had heard in the ancient house just after the hour appointed for the deed. Had he not told his colleagues to be as gentle as possible with the pathetic old sea-captain? Very nervously he watched that narrow oaken gate in the high and ivy-clad stone wall. Frequently he consulted his watch, and wondered at the delay. Had the old man died before revealing where his treasure was hidden, and had a thorough search become necessary? Mr. Czanek did not like to wait so long in the dark in such a place. Then he sensed a soft tread or tapping on the walk inside the gate, heard a gentle fumbling at the rusty latch, and saw the narrow, heavy door swing inward. And in the pallid glow of the single dim street-lamp he strained his eyes to see what his colleagues had brought out of that sinister house which loomed so close behind. But when he looked, he did not see what he had expected; for his colleagues were not there at all, but only the Terrible Old Man leaning quietly on his knotted cane and smiling hideously. Mr. Czanek had never before noticed the colour of that man’s eyes; now he saw that they were yellow.

Little things make considerable excitement in little towns, which is the reason that Kingsport people talked all that spring and summer about the three unidentifiable bodies, horribly slashed as with many cutlasses, and horribly mangled as by the tread of many cruel boot-heels, which the tide washed in. And some people even spoke of things as trivial as the deserted motor-car found in Ship Street, or certain especially inhuman cries, probably of a stray animal or migratory bird, heard in the night by wakeful citizens. But in this idle village gossip the Terrible Old Man took no interest at all. He was by nature reserved, and when one is aged and feeble, one’s reserve is doubly strong. Besides, so ancient a sea-captain must have witnessed scores of things much more stirring in the far-off days of his unremembered youth.

(OOC: By H. P. Lovecraft, but I feel like it could fit my mostly large, yet rather empty nation)
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