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Headlines:

-Lillputian Protestors executed for slanderous remarks regarding Imperial "Lunar Based Energy Projection Device". The corpses were executed again for illegally entering the country. The remains were incinerated for violating litter laws. The ashes were dumped into a local sewage plant for violation of air quality laws.

-Foreigners from the nation of Angry College Students were deported today minus several vital organs as a result of a plan to steal a merchant's shipment of textbooks, condoms, and ramen noodles bound for that nation.

-The Eddy Nigman reality TV show "Meet the 80317284206's was the second most popular new program on cable, trailing only the "Huge Titty Oil Up Hour" on the Fornication Universal Channel.

-Former Separatists in the nation of 1337 5p34k are being granted political pardons on the condition they recieve a hemispherectomy.

Reality TV filmed in your country has recently become very popular over here.

No way. Mrs. Smith is one of the finest MILFs in the Imperial Armed Forces, she even had a special stop-loss order named after her by top admirals and generals seeking to retain our military's eye candy.

The Empire of Eizen is pleased to announce that the official annexation and conquests in the lands of 1337 5p34k and Neon Simian have been finalized, the Vassal States will now appear on your regional maps.

DAY IN THE LIFE OF A CITIZEN, PART THE FIRST!

"Hi honey how was work today?"

"Phbbbt not that it fucking matters, not like i'm taking home any of it. Remember back in the days when we got to keep ten percent of our paychecks? Those were the DAYS."

"Awww, well if it makes you feel any better the nieghbors are having another one of their Lubed Up All Out Leather Flesh and Pleasure Sex Romps."

"Which neighbors, the Joneses or the Smiths? BEcause I swear if i'm plowing some broad on the concrete floor in Ted Jones garage I swear..."

"Its the Smiths dear."

"Oh...his wife is hot."

"Careful hon, she's still a comissioned officer for the Army."

"Oh yeah? What's she do, tit patrol?"

"Nope, Military Police."

"Oh shit, she's probably a vicious domme."

"Yeah, works a mean dildo too."

"That's for...wait what?"

Stan Morris struggled against his restraints, hoping to bring relief to his dry and tired eyes. He had no luck though, the leather straps binding his bead and keeping it pointed upward into the bright light of the interrogation room were just as strong as the straps binding his limbs and belly. His shirt and tie had been removed long ago, allowing the blood streaming from his face to pour from his chin and drip along the contours of his pectorals.

"Please! I'm just a sociologist!"

The Eizen Colonel leaned over far enough for Morris to see the dark grey uniform of the Eizen Covert Services, the central intelligence bureau and official espionage branch of the Armed Forces.

Colonel Nystrom's voice was clam, collected, but broadcast with razor sharp words that seemed able to slice the ears from a man's head. "Just a sociologist? Hardly reassuring when you have already confessed to the crime of gathering information on behalf of the World Assembly."

"But the statistics i'm gathering...they're perfectly harmless! Population, Gross Domestic Product, these are facts published freely by your own government!" Morris said, tears flowed freely and a blubbering stutter infected his sentences as he attempted to assuage his tormentor.

"Perhaps, but my government also freely publishes its laws regarding our interaction with the World Assembly. Most importantly, we have clearly stated time and again that citizens of World Assembly-affiliated nations are forbidden from gathering information about the Empire within its borders. Perhaps your replacement will try harder to respect the laws of the country he or she visits."

Nystrom began administering several chemicals through an IV attached to Morris's right arm. Morris tried to turn his head and acknowledge the pain with his eyes, but his head was still fixed in its current position, and his peripheral vision was insufficient to help him as well.

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you? Oh no this is but a mild sedative. Soon you will be transported to our Central Prisoner Processing facility and assigned to a penitentiary."

Although the idea of life in an Eizen prison sounded bleak, Morris was simultaneously relieved that he was not being executed as he had been lead to believe.

But Nystrom was quick to dash what little hope remained. "The penitentiary will be your temporary home until your blood type and genetic factors are logged and matched in our system. Once your name comes up in the donation queue and a suitable recipient is discovered your organs will be harvested for medical transplant. Until then your blood and plasma will be harvested at regular intervals. You got off lucky, if it were up to me I would have had your execution televised and your remains displayed publically."

The drynees of his mouth prevented Morris from screaming loud as he could, yet he still managed a sickening howl that shredded his vocal chords. Fighting the restraints, he flexed and spasmed until the sedative finally began to kick in. Within two minutes Morris was completely unconscious, and his days were quite literally numbered.

The Sovereign Empire of Eizen

“OUR DESTINY IS CLEARâ€

Category: Iron Fist Consumerists

Civil Rights:

Few Economy:

Strong Political Freedoms:

Rare

Location: ASVS

Regional Influence: Handshaker

The Sovereign Empire of Eizen is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Emperor Eizen III with an even hand, and remarkable for its national health service. Its hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 3.226 billion are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, corrupt individuals is effectively ruled by the Department of Defence, with areas such as Religion & Spirituality and the Environment receiving almost no funds by comparison. The average income tax rate is 58%, and even higher for the wealthy. A powerhouse of a private sector is led by the Uranium Mining industry, followed by Arms Manufacturing and Automobile Manufacturing.

Hospitals are amongst the best-funded in the region, police spend their Saturday nights breaking up illegal street races, people caught mistreating Eizen's flag generally wind up in a great deal of pain, and a spate of enforced closures has left 'Government FM' as the nation's only radio station. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Eizen's national animal is the Rancor, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its currency is the Imperial Credit.

Eizen is ranked 1st in the region and 1,923rd in the world for Largest Retail Sector.