Mao Mao

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

✶ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 ✶

"🇳🇺🇲🇶🇺🇦🇲 🇴🇧🇱🇮🇻🇮🇸🇨🇦🇷 🇪🇽 🇶🇺🇦 🇻🇪🇳🇮🇸🇹🇮"

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Brief Description & History
After Humanity left Earth behind to die, all of them went to the Orion belt to colonize in hopes of rebuilding. One private space exploration corporation decided to attempt leaving into the unknown. And when the time was right, they managed to get a few hundred thousand people to risk their lives to explore the unknown. Even during the golden age of the Orionic Empire, many non-humans rushed to join the mission with only a few accepted. They left without notifying the nearest naval space station so they won't be tracked to their new home.

After the corporation left for the other part of the galaxy, dozens of space ships began to journey into the unknown. A hundred years of traveling was a success after entering their new home's orbit. Androids awaken the new citizens of the Republic of New Terra. It was shortly established after their awaken and established in the planet its self. The governing body set up to establish and restore the democratic values of the United Nations with a few changes. Shortly after, the capital city of Vita was founded and began to grew in the thousand years of peace.

Now, the governments of the world hold a general assembly to vote on approving to send a signal back to the Orionic Empire with the hope of a response. However, they don't know that the other side of galaxy was forever changed after the fall of the Orionic Empire.

Government
A democratic federation with the system being similar to the United Nations.

Military
Military service isn't forced by law. Instead, people who are willing to join the military are reward greatly. If they either can't or don't want to join, they aren't heavily punished for it. Currently, forty-two percent of the population is working with the military in some form. Many of them are in space while a small percentage are in the navy. Each country has control over their military; however, the Republic of New Terra has direct access to them if needed. There are defenses throughout the world ready for a possible invasion.

These defenses contained anti-space guns and artilleries designed to last years of fighting. Meanwhile, trenches were made for the troops while underground bunkers were built for citizen use. All of this was designed for any attempts at invading their home. However, it cost them much of the planet's resources to construct. As a result, the republic is looking to expanding beyond their planet in hopes of acquiring resources for their military and defenses.

Religion/Culture
The old religions for Earth are slowly making a comeback especially Catholicism and Christianity. Meanwhile, the avenge citizen was taught at birth about the original Earth and its downfall. Many of them are distrusting of species especially those that support a galaxy wide empire. And several old cultures for Earth survived the escape to New Terra including Western and Eastern cultures.

Demographics
80% - Humans (52% male and 48% female)
6% - Janari
5% - Ulala
4% - Xuhajann
3% - Qiormu
.5% - Other
.5% - Androids

Habitation
Anywhere really. That includes ships designed for living.

Characters
Work in progress.

Relations
Work in progress.

Turn of the Century (A 1900s NRP)

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Official Government Name: Republic of Atrines
Head of State: President Laurens Danton-Sartorij, forty-two years old.
Capital City: Staningen
National Language: Atrinus
Basic Demographics: It is an island-lock nation located near the Empire of Elthua(?).

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I.Nation
- Population: 4
- Stability: 3
- Landmass: 2
- Demographics: 4
- Civilian Industry: 5
- Armaments Industry: 6
- Infrastructure: 2
- Naval Industry: 5

II. Military:
- Army Size: 3
- Army Training: 2
- Army Technology: 3
- Navy Size: 5
- Navy Training: 4
- Navy Technology: 6

III. Economics:
- Rare Resources: 1
- Common Resources: 1
- Luxury Resources: 6
- Bureaucracy: 5

No Turning Back - Surving the Abyss

Chegal Yeong-Su

Player Name
The Spectre

Character Name
Chegal Yeong-Su

Character Age
Thirty-two

Character Gender
Male

Profession
Historian, former Ambassador of the Nagasaki Conglomerate, and Head of the Archives

Nationality
Nagasakian

Strengths
Being taught that hard work always pays off, Chegal tries to finish his work and he will feel unrest if he would leave his work unattended for days. That mentally got him into places that Chegal is grateful for even if he doesn't show it. Another strength is his knowledge in political sciences and world history that was once considered a weakness a long time ago. Now that Earth is gone for good, that profession is now viewed as respectful by many.

His time as ambassador for the Nagasaki Conglomerate was short (given that Earth was going to be destroyed) but it taught him important lessons and skills. For example, he learned English, Russian, Arabic, and Portuguese because of his travels for the Conglomerate. Another lesson that he learned was maintaining shyness during a public speech and coming up with ways of getting the audiences' attention. He isn't the best speaker in this ship, but he could be considered a substitute.

Weaknesses
Because Chegal put all of his focus on school and university, his social skills are terrible compared to other people. He prefers to working and spending time in his cabin and the archives to going out to the hub with friends. Additionally, he truly never recovered for leaving everyone he knew behind on Earth. That is also why he hasn't tried to make any new friends. It is that constant anxiety and fear of those creatures finding them again that's preventing him from going out. As a result, he is suffering for depression and general anxiety disorder. Of course, he has to attend appointments with the local psychologist. And given that it has been five years since they left Earth, Chegal's superiors want his depression and anxiety dealt with before it's too late.

Consequently, they are putting more pressure on the psychologist than ever before to fix his problems.

Personal Effects
A photo of his family, a bookshelf of books, his personal laptop, two 4k monitors connected to one powerful computer, and a marijuana long wooden antique pipe.

Bio
Chegal Yeong-Su was born in South Korea to a pair of professors, one taught world history while the other taught law. Since childhood, Chegal was forced into believing that school was the only important path to success in Nagasaki. Like many other kids, teachers drilled the importance of tests into the minds of the youth especially during middle school. And then, in high school, students will have to take the national college entrance examination test. If students did very well on the test, they would be welcomed into the best universities in the country. Like Chegal.

He soon attended the China University of Political Science and Law to become an Ambassador to the country while getting a secondary degree in world history (like his father). And when Chegal got his degrees, the Three Day War happened. The three major superpowers knew that the Devastators wasn't going to stop attacking them after the destruction of Outreach station. Thus, they formed the Council to figure up a plan for dealing with the powerful threat. Chegal was hand picked by the Nagasaki Conglomerate to be their ambassador for the Council.

Those were the best moments of his life. And meeting his future wife and raising their son was better.

Then, the world learned about the Genesis Project. Chegal was horrified and angry that the Council's 'best' plan was to leave Earth behind to die. He thought that things couldn't get any worse, but he was wrong. Because of his contributions as ambassador for the Council, he was chosen to aboard one of the arks in hopes of rebuilding humanity and was given the option to select only three close relatives. He put forth his wife and son to be approved with no problem, but that wasn't the case. Their son was born with a heart defect, which made sure that he wasn't going to get in. And to make it worse, his wife was declined because of her leukemia since it would put "too much strain on resources within the arks." His mother and father wouldn't be accepted because of their old age.

Thus, he had to go alone; however, he refused to leave them behind. The Nagasakian government refused to accept 'no' for one of their best ambassadors and enforced Chegal to go board the Vitae. With armed guards dragging him to the vassal, he couldn't look at his wife and son to love them for the last time as other guards were taking them elsewhere. Chegal learned from one of the guards that they were being sent to be with the President and his family in a safe classified location to show appreciation for his services to the Council for the Nagasaki Conglomerate. It didn't help at all.

Five years since the Vitae left Earth, Chegal was dubbed a unique case by psychologists due to his inability to move on for the destruction of Earth. He still felt robbed that he won't spend his last moments with loved ones, who couldn't even come with him. Even known he doesn't drink, he often overloads himself with work on purpose and barely spends time with people (unless he is focused by the psychologists and co-workers). And it has got to the point where his superiors are worried that Chegal would never recover.

He just spends all of his time either in his room, at weekly appointments, or at the Archives.

Relationships
Work in Progress.

Code Word
Spaghetti

✹ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✹

^{"i have been called. i must answer. always." -reinhardt, overwatch (2016)
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Precipice of War - The Big Leagues of NRP (Only generous tippers need apply)

Central America
Summer

Commissioner,
Thank you for accepting my requests for the upcoming rally scheduled in November. Everything is going according to plan with your help, to maintaining peace in your great city. The Third Nationalist Party also appreciates your support with our right to demonstrate peacefully. We will be making strong pushes toward funding the police departments across Central America. As such, we have begun our commitment to our men and women in blue with a fundraiser. The fundraiser was in honor of Officer Martin Cotilla, who was gunned down a few weeks back while trying to stop a robbery. We honored the victim’s family with the money earned during the fundraiser. I hope that we can work together soon to host more fundraisers.

While our party’s popularity grows stronger with each passing day, we will never forgive you and your department. And in return, I hope you don’t forgive your part in the coming demonstrate to demand a unified Panama.

Best wishes,
Ricardo Martí, chairman of the Third Nationalist Party.

With the ink on the paper finally dried, Martí folded the letter and put it in an envelope. His secretary quickly grabbed the letter and said cheerily, “I will finish that for you since you are busy!” He smiled and immediately got back to work. Since that faithful day with Rubén, the Third Nationalist Party used the funding to rise in popularity. Fundraisers, like the one for Officer Cotilla, were spent with the purpose of gaining allies. The police were easy to buy since both levels of governments overlooked them when it came to the annual budget meetings. Then, there were the politicians to deal with and they were supporters of Blackwell’s conservative party. Not the man himself, but his push on the remaining communists helped secure some supporters. One of them, Iván Reyes, was the mayor of Arraijan and the usual spot where the party met to drive to the park in Rousseau for the usual demands.

However, thanks to Rubén, this year was going to be an important year for the Third Nationalist Party that could either make or break them. The mayor easily flipped sides right after securing his son’s place at the Central American University, which cost them a lot.

Now, with an extra funding pushed aside, Martí hired a private investigator to spy around President Blackwell for anything dirty. So far, nothing worth wild came until his phone rang. He answered and only heard, “Meet me at the café.” And he immediately left the office to head to the investigator’s home in the outskirts of town. After a ten-minute drive, he approached the house and exited out of the car as the investigator approached him. “Come on inside, friend.” He said as he opened the door to his home for Martí to enter.

Once inside, Martí was told to sit on the chair in the dining room while he had to get something from his office. In the meantime, he was offered Mondaisa tea by the investigator’s young son before being told to finish his homework in the room. Once nobody was here, the investigator returned with a massive tape recorder with tape already in it. “What is the meaning of this-.” Martí tried to ask but he was cut off.

“Just listen to it. I think you would like it.” The investigator calmly said and pushed play.

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Early July
Unknown

“President Blackwell, with tensions between China and Japan rising and Russia—if we could even call it that—still a chaotic mess, your administration must have some options on international matters. Care to share them?” the young inspired reporter asked Blackwell the scripted question.

“We know that any event, even the smallest ones, can have a lasting impact on the entire world especially Central America. Just like the United States, however, we are carefully looking at the situations unbiased and saying nothing officially. Of course, there are some things that can’t just be avoided. Like Spain.”

“Spain?” the reporter was confused for a moment and asked, “What do mean by that, mister President.”

“Look, kid. You have heard about the recent ‘annexation of Portugal’ by the Spanish crown, right? You probably didn’t because no one gave two fucks about it. It is truly sad how Europe rolled over and basically did nothing as Portugal was being burned by the Spaniards. Hell, I am one-hundred percent sure they will be doing nothing when Spain decides to put pressure on Morocco. I think that it is time that somebody give them a good slap.”

“And do you think that Central America could be the person to do it?” the reporter asked.

“If we had the strength and support, then I would happily kill some Spaniards. Hell, to earn me some extra brownie points with the people, I will burn Spain’s beloved royal palace. Maybe then, the king will be put in his place.” Blackwell chuckled as he took a quick smoke break and then returned to the subject, “For now, all we can do is offer the Portuguese royal family Central America as a place of sanctuary for the royal family until Portugal is restored for tyrannical Spain.”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice could be heard in the background saying that he shouldn’t have said that in the first place. “Oh shit, you are right.” Blackwell said as he took another smoke break. Then, he pointed at the reporter and demanded, “Get rid of that tape and start over. Pretend that I didn't say anything about Spain and its government. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mister president. I will get rid of the tapes right away and your-.” the tape ended as the reporter was finishing his sentence.

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With a look of shock in Martí’s eyes, he looked at the investigator as he paused the tape recorder and pulled out the tape. “How did you get that tape?” he asked.

“It was simple enough. After the ‘clear version’ of the interview was released, the reporter was suddenly fired from his job. I followed him around for a few days until he stopped at the local dump with a box of shit and some trash bags and that was when I got my hands dirty, spending forty minutes at the place before I found it.” The investigator told the story proudly as he pushed the tapes towards Martí. The politician grabbed it and got up.

“Thank you for the excellent work. Hope you keep it up.” he said to the investigator as he was about to leave before the investigator stopped him to say something.

“You realize that once the tape is leaked to the press, Blackwell will want answers. The lad’s fucked for the rest of his living days. But, he will be tearing apart every political party and politician in the country. Including you and the Nationalists. Are you ready for it?” he asked.

“I will be in time.” Martí answered, unsure if he will be able to come out with everything intact and left to return to the office. Once there, he placed the tape down on his desk and looked it for a moment. Was he willing to put everything he has done recently in jeopardy to weaken the Blackwell administration? Even if it meant losing his job? He breathed in and out for a second and picked up the phone. He dialed a number for Montezuma, the Panamanian news station, to give them the tape in hopes of leaking it. After a moment of waiting, he heard a woman’s voice asking how she could help him out.

“I have some cut content from the Blackwell interview.” he confidently answered.

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

Central America
Summer

Commissioner,
Thank you for accepting my requests for the upcoming rally scheduled in November. Everything is going according to plan with your help, to maintaining peace in your great city. The Third Nationalist Party also appreciates your support with our right to demonstrate peacefully. We will be making strong pushes toward funding the police departments across Central America. As such, we have begun our commitment to our men and women in blue with a fundraiser. The fundraiser was in honor of Officer NAME, who was gunned down a few weeks back while trying to stop a robbery. We honored the victim’s family with the money earned during the fundraiser. I hope that we can work together soon to host more fundraisers.

While our party’s popularity grows stronger with each passing day, we will never forgive you and your department. And in return, I hope you don’t forgive your part in the coming demonstrate to demand a unified Panama.

Best wishes,
Ricardo Martí, chairman of the Third Nationalist Party.

With the ink on the paper finally dried, Martí folded the letter and put it in an envelope. His secretary quickly grabbed the letter and said cheerily, “I will finish that for you since you are busy!” He smiled and immediately got back to work. Since that faithful day with Rubén, the Third Nationalist Party used the funding to rise in popularity. Fundraisers, like the one for Officer NAME, were spent with the purpose of gaining allies. The police were easy to buy since both levels of governments overlooked them when it came to the annual budget meetings. Then, there were the politicians to deal with and they were supporters of Blackwell’s conservative party. Not the man himself, but his push on the remaining communists helped secure some supporters. One of them, NAME, was the mayor of Arraijan and the usual spot where the party met to drive to the park in Rousseau for the usual demands.

However, thanks to Rubén, this year was going to be an important year for the Third Nationalist Party that could either make or break them. The mayor easily flipped sides right after securing his son’s place at the Central American University, which cost them a lot.

Now, with an extra funding pushed aside, Martí hired a private investigator to spy around President Blackwell for anything dirty. So far, nothing worth wild came until his phone rang. He answered and only heard, “Meet me at the café.” And he immediately left the office to head to the investigator’s home in the outskirts of town. After a ten-minute drive, he approached the house and exited out of the car as the investigator approached him. “Come on inside, friend.” He said as he opened the door to his home for Martí to enter.

Once inside, Martí was told to sit on the chair in the dining room while he had to get something from his office. In the meantime, he was offered Mondaisa tea by the investigator’s young son before being told to finish his homework in the room. Once nobody was here, the investigator returned with a massive tape recorder with tape already in it. “What is the meaning of this-.” Martí tried to ask but he was cut off.

“Just listen to it. I think you would like it.” The investigator calmly said and pushed play.

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Early July
Unknown

“President Blackwell, with tensions between China and Japan rising and Russia—if we could even call it that—still a chaotic mess, your administration must have some options on international matters. Care to share them?” the young inspired reporter asked Blackwell the scripted question.

“We know that any event, even the smallest ones, can have a lasting impact on the entire world especially Central America. Just like the United States, however, we are carefully looking at the situations unbiased and saying nothing officially. Of course, there are some things that can’t just be avoided. Like Spain.”

“Spain?” the reporter was confused for a moment and asked, “What do mean by that, mister President.”

“Look, kid. You have heard about the recent ‘annexation of Portugal’ by the Spanish crown, right? You probably didn’t because no one gave two fucks about it. It is truly sad how Europe rolled over and basically did nothing as Portugal was being burned by the Spaniards. Hell, I am one-hundred percent sure they will be doing nothing when Spain decides to put pressure on Morocco. I think that it is time that somebody give them a good slap.”

“And do you think that Central America could be the person to do it?” the reporter asked.

“If we had the strength and support, then I would happily kill some Spaniards. Hell, to earn me some extra brownie points with the people, I will burn Spain’s beloved royal palace. Maybe then, the king will be put in his place.” Blackwell chuckled as he took a quick smoke break and then returned to the subject, “For now, all we can do is offer the Portuguese royal family Central America as a place of sanctuary for the royal family until Portugal is restored for tyrannical Spain.”

Suddenly, a woman’s voice could be heard in the background saying that he shouldn’t have said that in the first place. “Oh shit, you are right.” Blackwell said as he took another smoke break. Then, he pointed at the reporter and demanded, “Get rid of that tape and start over. Pretend that I didn't say anything about Spain and its government. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mister president. I will get rid of the tapes right away and your-.” the tape ended as the reporter was finishing his sentence.

---

With a look of shock in Martí’s eyes, he looked at the investigator as he paused the tape recorder and pulled out the tape. “How did you get that tape?” he asked.

“It was simple enough. After the ‘clear version’ of the interview was released, the reporter was suddenly fired from his job. I followed him around for a few days until he stopped at the local dump with a box of shit and some trash bags and that was when I got my hands dirty, spending forty minutes at the place before I found it.” The investigator told the story proudly as he pushed the tapes towards Martí. The politician grabbed it and got up.

“Thank you for the excellent work. Hope you keep it up.” he said to the investigator as he was about to leave before the investigator stopped him to say something.

“You realize that once the tape is leaked to the press, Blackwell will want answers. The lad’s fucked for the rest of his living days. But, he will be tearing apart every political party and politician in the country. Including you and the Nationalists. Are you ready for it?” he asked.

“I will be in time.” Martí answered, unsure if he will be able to come out with everything intact and left to return to the office. Once there, he placed the tape down on his desk and looked it for a moment. Was he willing to put everything he has done recently in jeopardy to weaken the Blackwell administration? Even if it meant losing his job? He breathed in and out for a second and picked up the phone. He dialed a number for Montezuma, the Panamanian news station, to give them the tape in hopes of leaking it. After a moment of waiting, he heard a woman’s voice asking how she could help him out.

“I have some cut content from the Blackwell interview.” he confidently answered.

Turn of the Century (A 1900s NRP)

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Official Government Name: Republic of Atrines
Head of State: President Laurens Danton-Sartorij, forty-two years old.
Capital City: Staningen
National Language: Atrinus
Basic Demographics: It is an island-lock nation located near the Empire of Elthua(?).

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I.Nation
- Population: 4
- Stability: 3
- Landmass: 2
- Demographics: 4
- Civilian Industry: 5
- Armaments Industry: 6
- Infrastructure: 2
- Naval Industry: 5

II. Military:
- Army Size: 3
- Army Training: 2
- Army Technology: 3
- Navy Size: 5
- Navy Training: 4
- Navy Technology: 6

III. Economics:
- Rare Resources: 1
- Common Resources: 1
- Luxury Resources: 6
- Bureaucracy: 5

Mao Mao's Test & Stash Zone

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Official Government Name: Republic of Atrines
Head of State: President Laurens Danton-Sartorij, forty-two years old.
Capital City: Staningen
National Language: Atrinus
Basic Demographics: It is an island-lock nation located near the Empire of Elthua(?).

---

I.Nation
- Population: 4
- Stability: 3
- Landmass: 2
- Demographics: 4
- Civilian Industry: 5
- Armaments Industry: 6
- Infrastructure: 2
- Naval Industry: 5

II. Military:
- Army Size: 3
- Army Training: 2
- Army Technology: 3
- Navy Size: 5
- Navy Training: 4
- Navy Technology: 6

III. Economics:
- Rare Resources: 1
- Common Resources: 1
- Luxury Resources: 6
- Bureaucracy: 5

Underrated and Overrated Video Games

I will be getting Detroit: Become Human because of the idea behind it and moments like this:

Overwatch players assemble!

Timezone
Pacific Time

Role/character
I can play almost any of the character depending on the situation. I am a Junkrat, Roadhog, Mercy, and Sombra main; but, I have been playing Moira and Brigitte lately. In short, I could be considered a flex player.

Game mode preference
Deathmath (FFA/Arcade) and Competitive mode (placement is 2390 at the moment).

Platform
PS4

Battletag
TheSpectre#11937 (but I mainly play on the PS4 since my laptop can't handle Overwatch for some reason)

PSN
supernicetoday

Xbox Live
N/A