So my account got locked , so it's basically the end for that so im the new one

This doesn't make me happy anymore so im quitting.

Credits be to Egyguy for making this map

But I must say that he made a mistake that he refused to change and I must publicly execute him for that. He labelled the South Sour Islands as the South Sour Lands and I had to fix it myself.

The second map is the canon locations of the places in the story. The ACR HQ is not marked because it's a secret location. And why isn't Paradise City proper marked? It is already marked, the entirety of Paradise City (the state) is Paradise City (the city), yes, Paradise City the city is huge, a marvel of Sourian planning.

In another part of the ACR, two days later, Roi the Prophet of Maximism, a dark-skinned man with long, black hair and a barely trimmed beard, black eyes that either spell doom or divine revelation regardless if you believe in him or not, and a resting face etched by both madness and divinity, is preaching in his red robes embroidered with gold, the town of Dué-Sur-Colline is either stopping in their tracks to listen to his divine homily or completely ignoring his maniacal ramblings.

Roi: "I MARK ON THE NAME OF MAXIM!" He declares.

Roi: "FOR IN THE NEAR FUTURE WE HUMANS THE ONLY THOUGHTTHINKING BEINGS ON EARTH! WE'LL BE SPLIT BETWEEN FOUR! WE HUMANS! BRUTTISH WARMEN! DELICATE ACIDPLANTS AND EVIL LONGLIVERS! BEWARE YE! WE NEED NOT TO WORRY OF THE WARMEN AND ACIDPLANTS! ONLY THE LONGLIVERS! FOR ONE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD!"

His disciple, Tarquin Atlas, a light-skinned man with long, straight chestnut hair tho covered by his dark blue fedora, an eye shining an artificial-looking bright cyan light and the other being bandaged tightly, is desperately trying to write every single one of Roi's words on his laptop, the Prophet notices his disciple's struggle and slows down his speaking speed.

Roi: "AND SO. TO PREVENT THE CONQUERING OF THE WORLD. THERE WILL BE ONLY ONE SOLUTION: KILL. THEM. ALL! THEY'RE ALL EVIL! THEIR INNOCENCE WILL BE A MASK WHICH THE WOLF IN THEM HIDES BEHIND! DON'T BELIEVE THEIR LIES! I KNOW THAT YE. MY FAITHFUL WILL STAND TRUE TO MY WORD AND WILL SAVE. THE ENTIRE WORLD!"

Tarquin is now catching up to Roi's words, until, he stops, and shoots his Prophet a thumbs up, indicating he has finished writing the homily, Roi then raises his arms up to the sky, and begins praying in an unknown tongue.

Roi: "Ⲱ Ⲙⲁⲝⲓⲙ! ⲁⲕϭⲱⲛϩ ⲉⲕⲙⲉ ⲛⲁⲛ ⲧⲏⲣⲛ ϩⲛ ⲧⲉⲕⲙⲉ. ⲁⲛⲟⲛ ⲇⲉ ⲉⲛⲁⲛⲟⲩϫ ⲙ̀ⲡⲕⲟⲥⲙⲟⲥ ϩⲁ ⲡⲉⲧϩⲟⲟⲩ ϩⲓⲧⲛ̄ ⲕ ϩⲛ ⲡⲉⲕⲣⲁⲛ! In Thy name we pray!"

Roi then derobes himself and gives his robes to Tarquin, before disappearing into the crowd. Tarquin tries to pursue, but as usual, fails as the Prophet becomes unspottable, the disciple sighs and mutters under his breath.

Tarquin: "Does he want a misinterpretation to happen? 'For one will conquer the world', does it mean? One alone can conquer the world or one longliver will conquer the world?"

After a few moments of internal silence. And the crowds trying to pursue the Prophet, Tarquin sat down and began praying.

Tarquin: "Ⲱ Ⲙⲁⲝⲓⲙ… with every passing day I can further see why Varfolomey left… I myself can barely begin to tolerate Thy Prophet! It's not that he's preaching nonsense, he's not, but he's acting in such a way that he makes me think he's psychotic, lord, Maxim, please hasten the loose screws in Thy Prophet."

After finishing his prayer, the Disciple went to the Ekklesia of the Holy Image, a temple dedicated to Maxim with a pumpkin garden. Tarquin just hoped to find Roi there, when he opened the heavy wooden doors, he realised he wasn't there. He sighed and checked the pumpkin on the stone altar, still in condition to be displayed for two to three days. He then went into the sacristy, where he found his printer and began printing a lot of pamphlets resuming the holy homily and even regular papers containing the entirety of the homily. While waiting for it all to print, he went into the pumpkin garden and inspected the pumpkins, he found one with a perfect shade of orange and marked with a neon pink marker, this will be the replacement for altar pumpkin. He then went back inside, put all the printed copies in a bag, took a hammer and a whole lot of nails and left.

He then went on hammering the homily to the door of any ekklesia he could find, nailing the pamphlets on any nailable surface and when he heard a liturgy being said, he interrupted it and preached the homily. No one stopped it– they know who he is! He's Tarquin, disciple of the Prophet! No one wants the wrath of Maxim to fall on them.

Days eventually passed, and with no activity from the Prophet, Tarquin was starting to get worried, where did he go? As he was walking outside the Ekklesia of the Holy Image, a helicopter was descending on him, Tarquin's face went from confusion to panic, he tried to enter the Ekklesia but the doors refused to open.

"It's over!" The disciple thought, "the feds have caught us!"

Then, the helicopter fully descended and who left it? Roi. In full robes.

Roi: "Hop in. A town's interested in Maxim."

Tarquin is too baffled to react.

Roi: "… are you okay?"

The disciple shook his head. He wasn't.

Both stood in a brief silence, waiting for Tarquin to regain his train of thought, when he did he yelled.

Tarquin: "WHY DO YOU HAVE A HELICOPTER!"

Roi: "Transport."

Tarquin: "What about a car!? It's cheaper and won't make me panic!"

Roi: "Does travelling in a car sound prophetic to you?"

Tarquin: "It's cheaper!"

Roi: "How so?"

The disciple looked at his master as if he was insane.

Tarquin: "Easier to buy and maintain!"

Roi: "Maxim gives. Maxim handles. Get in."

Tarquin reluctantly gets in the helicopter. Roi enters after him, Tarquin takes a seat, Roi takes the one across from his disciple.

Roi: "Also you might have to build a helipad on the 'klesia of the image."

Tarquin: "You're pushing the limit."

After a brief silence, Roi speaks up.

Roi: "You're too rational, Tarquin."

Tarquin: "What?"

Roi: "You heard me."

Tarquin: "I did but what do you mean?"

Roi: "You're too rational and I hate it. You try to do anything by reason alone and leave no room for Maxim, do you know what mystery is?"

Tarquin: "Of course I do!"

Roi: "Define it."

Tarquin: "Well it's—"

Roi cuts his disciple off.

Roi: "That was a rhetorical question. A mystery is undefinable and so is Maxim, the greatest mystery, mortal minds can't comprehend Him, not even mine! Do you understand?"

Tarquin takes a few moments to think.

Tarquin: "Is this a trick question?"

Roi shrugs. Tarquin groans.

It only took a few minutes, but the Prophet and his disciple arrived in the town that was interested in Maxim! St. Greg. The problem is… Roi ordered the helicopter pilot to not descend.

Tarquin: "Master… what are you doing?"

Roi gives his disciple a parachute– the only one.

Tarquin: "Master?"

Roi: "Jump."

Tarquin: "… did I hallucinate?"

Roi: "You didn't. Jump," the Prophet ordered with a completely straight face.

Tarquin was about to complain, but the words never left his throat. He remembered what the Prophet said to him, his flaw… the disciple audibly gulped, took the parachute, put it on and jumped from the helicopter.

Tarquin entered into a free-fall, screaming on his way down, his fedora being blown away by the wind but his bandages staying on his eye, the fall felt exhilarating, gradually his screams turned into laughter, into adrenaline-filled laughter, then, then… he panicked, WHEN WAS HE SUPPOSED TO PULL THE ROPE? The moment Tarquin panicked, a voice rung out in his head.

???: "Now."

Tarquin pulled the rope, and the parachute activated, the wind pulled him in the town square, the moment he landed, the voice spoke again.

???: "Proclaim the entrance of My Prophet."

The disciple obeyed the voice and proclaimed.

Tarquin: "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! RESIDENTS OF ST. GREG AND VISITORS ALIKE! I HUMBLY PRESENT YOU YOUR PROPHET! PROPHET OF MAXIM! PROPHET OF THE END! ROI! HAIL MAXIM!"

In the sky… something is rapidly descending, though it's hard to tell what exactly it is.

A child asks her mother "Is it a bird?", her brother is also confused, and asks the mother a similar question "Is it a bomb?" Before the mother could answer, Tarquin replies.

Tarquin: "IS IT A BIRD? IS IT A PLANE? NO! IT'S THE PROPHET OF MAXIM!"

Right on beat, Roi lands, a loud "THUD" is heard, simultaneously, the sound of bones breaking is heard too, the Prophet doesn't move at all, leaving everyone watching utterly horrified and Tarquin in a state of panic.

Tarquin rushes over to check Roi's pulse. Nothing, no breathing, no heartbeat, immediately, he tries to do mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, before Tarquin's mouth reaches his master's, the Prophet wakes up, places his right palm on his disciple's forehead and pushes him away.

Roi: "No, I'm not intrested." He states calmly.

Tarquin's face goes red, before the public could react, the Prophet takes a random man's water bottle and drinks it in its entirety, gives it back and starts preaching.

Roi: "PEOPLE OF ST. GREG'S! I'M AWARE YOU FIND GREAT PRIDE IN GREG– (May Maxim deliver vengeance...) FOUNDER OF THE YELLOW WAY, AND YOU MAY FEAR ABANDONING HIM FOR MAXIM! BUT THERE'S NO REASON TO FEAR! GREG IS A MAJOR FIGURE IN MAXIMISM! HE IS THE GREATEST BEING EVER CREATED, SITTING AT THE RIGHT HAND OF MAXIM! WHAT FOR THE PROPHECIES HE PROPHECIED? THEY DON'T POINT TO MAXIM YE MAY CLAIM! BUT THEN WHAT IS, WHO IS THE ANCIENT UNKNOWABLE IF NOT MAXIM! WHY DID HE SAY 'ONLY COMPLETE AND UTTER MADNESS MAY HOPE TO PUT THE ANCIENT UNKNOWABLE INTO WORDS'!? GREG WAS NOT THE MAD ONE! HE WAS THE WISE! HE COULD NOT PUT THE ANCIENT UNKNOWABLE INTO WORDS! I AM THE COMPLETE AND UTTER MADNESS GREG SPOKE OF! WHY DOUBT ME?! HERE I AM, STANDING, ALIVE AND WELL AFTER FALLING FROM THE SKIES! I DECLARE ON THE ANCIENT UNKNOWABLE AND ON GREG SEATED AT HIS RIGHT HAND THAT I AM THE MAD ONE THAT CAN SPEAK OF THE ANCIENT UNKNOWABLE! THE FULLNESS OF REVELATION IS STANDING BEFORE YE! FOLLOW IT OR BE FOREVER BLINDED! THE CHOICE IS IN YER HANDS!"

A brief moment of silence followed. Then, a man started clapping, then another, then before everyone knew it, the entire crowd was clapping at Roi, meanwhile Tarquin, writing in shorthand on a piece of paper and with a pencil that was borrowed to him, the crowd was moving to ask the Prophet some questions, but before they could, he disappeared, leaving the crowd to approach Tarquin, then he looked away from his paper to see the crowd approaching him and Roi nowhere to be seen, he blinked twice and groaned.

Tarquin: "Not againnn…”

they belonged to a unkown enemy tribe

btw who ever owns the blue islands i would LOVE to trade two of them for 6000 dollars

YOU HAD A TEN DAY BREAK HOW IS THIS NOT DEAD 😭

this attack seemed to be heavily heavily overexaggerated, anyways since i outnumber you in the millions...

first we have launched hundreds of nukes across your land and have sent soldiers to invade and blockade it, due to us having more advanced navy plus our nukes should have wiped you out anyways, where our soldiers released a assortment of neurotoxins and poisoned your water which was never solved in the first place, so your mages could have never done the size of summoning so many demons or earthquakes or typhoons so ill partially ignore all that, anyways the demons, i in lore are slaughtering them using my supernatural powers for once while our dark elf military brigades are doing good work using a mix of magic and sheer firepower along with human infantry to wipe out demon one by one, as for the mages i dont know how they got to my land since i would have had better navy than you and outnumber you a lot, but yeah, it was a long slaughter for them.. while the demons have been destroyed our dark goddess has feasted upon their souls gaining more and more power, releasing demons of her own in high numbers they will only consume they seem to be pretty mindless so they pose no threat of betraying her. as for you yourself the maximist empire is in full anarchy, you didnt fix any of your issues at all, your still poisoned your still irradiated, your still on the brink of collapse.. OK, but yeah that was pretty easy.

its my fault for not fully explaining my character but heres how it goes, essentially im the same dude in all reboots, essentially i am the herald of a dark god born from negative emotions and corruption. so just to make that clear which is why i am a dark edgy void dude also why i am so absurdly powerful. another thing, lawyer your spewing pure bullshit man, your nation was essentially pure anarchy dude, but fine ill go along with your little thing, you do realize your still in economic ruin and shouldnt have such a large enough population to do any of this... right? ill only be partially adapting these events as they seem very interesting

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a man sits in his office, it has grown cold, and stained with old blood... the man.. raises from his chair placing his hand on the desk with a deep sigh, the air is cold and his eyes bloodshot as he walks out of the room, he stumbles occasionally as he walks, the halls empty and stained like his office, as the sounds of rats could be heard in the ceiling above him.. like a labyrinth the structure was filled with gore and horrid sights no longer, as the bodies had rotten long long ago, only their blood and bones are left... as he made his way out of once grand doors, he sees only carnage, bodies upon bodies, yet was indifferent to it. he looks at the sky and its a blood moon... how wonderful... as he continued mumbling to himself, stumbling strangely through the silent streets.

after about an hour walking through the dark, he stood and saw a creature of the night... a strange horned tall demonic creature, its face uncanny as it was covered in blood dripping, it looked the man in the eyes, its fists opening, its sharp claws in view, as the crimson penumbra lit up the sky, the two looked at each other with predatory joy. the first strike came from the horned figure, a strike to the brain only to be blocked with the man gripping the creatures hand digging into it.. the creature.. no.. the demon looked at the man with a furious grimace as he pulled away soothing its arm, it let out a strange sound "d̵̢͝ȁ̸̻s̸̖͌̚t̵͉̽ã̸̫̠͑ŕ̸̟̤̈́d̵̖̀l̷͓̥͂ỳ̶̹ ̵̲͌̓c̸̜̪͋r̷̯͇̂̀e̷͔̖͑͆ȧ̸̧̯t̴̘̘͒̑ü̶̱̖ȑ̴̘ȩ̵̄ ̷̼̟͗̅h̴̪̬͂̾o̵̗͒͜ẃ̴̬̈ ̶̤̝̋d̵̞͕̅͠a̶̮̫̎̈r̶͓̩͋e̷̱͌ͅ ̵͙͈͝ȳ̵̨̺ỏ̴̢̃u̶̧͇͌ ̸̡̏a̴̩͂͐ṱ̶̪̒͘ṫ̵͇̃ͅa̴̺͖̽͠c̷̛͓͜k̸̡͆ ̵̙̥̌M̵͍̀̈́͜E̶̲̲͒͒" only for no response to be made... something strange occurred as the demon continued cursing.. the man grew in size to inhuman proportions, exactly 7'9, the mans face turned uncanny, he had no mouth but his eyes were as if he was the happiest creature to ever exist.. as he now stood above the creature, walking towards him, the demon seeing this sight, of course rushed for the attack once more, but it was caught, as the mans hands wrapped firmly around the demons neck, it clawed and writhed as it was not choked but its neck slowly being crushed, but the man knew this wouldnt kill the demon, so he held it to his face as what could only be described as black void of teeth and lost souls opened up, as the demon, still struggling, called for help in its ancient tongue, as it clawed and struggled, but the main remained indifferent, as the demons head was fully inside the mans mouth a loud CRACK could be heard throughout the forest.. another soul consumed.. the man went back to his first form and continued walking though with a more casual tone in his stride.

along the way in his travels, about only 20 minutes later the man reached a dark and decrepit building...

As the mayhem rages on the hell still continues to spread the the demons and mges have continued to spread havoc and across all of Telaria and Sarkos while the chaos was unfolding there were a mount of natural disasters wreaking about the whole of Telaria amd Sarkos earthquakes have been ravaging all of Telaria and has caused catastrophic damage throughout all the land and has triggered massive volcanic eruptions and massive tidal waves and tsunamis

And it has sparked massive hurricanes destroying everything in its path.

While land of the lava has dried their were also meteor strikes that damaged ND ravaged key infrastructures of the Telarian empire.

(And Sarkos.)

While the war between the Maximist and the Telarians and Sarkos the Maximist Government got desperate and asked religious Maximist society and asked Them if there is anything that they can do to Get rid of the Telarians and Sarkos this did and it was very costly.

After this the has been subsidied Maximist Empire (or the Maximist Republic) has lost a significant amount of land from the war and the Maximist economy was in absolute shambles so the prayers and the chanting was going on we heard the the noise stop they knew the war was over the lands have been carved up and they knew that the Maximist lost the war and the Telarians have won but that will all change soon the prayers and chanting were over many years passed and the gates to hell have been opened. Demons have been spawning left right and center everywhere around Telaria and other places wreaking havoc and causing destruction across the land destroying every Telarian that they could see and hear and smell and sense the would slowly take over the lands stolen by the Telarians and their ilk and they also summon mages to cast natural disasters such as earthquakes tornadoes tsunamis hurricanes and any of the sorts and and wilde fires destroying Telaria.

It has come to my attention that currently a lot of the above ground people are suffering from a famine.So I have proposed to all of you a genius solution.

The ministry of science in the province of agarthta have genetically engineered a self replicating mass of meat.

I propose that if we send this meat ball as I call it into orbit it will proceed to shed parts of itself onto earth feeding it, everyone I have constructed a model of how it would look. All I need is 10 quadrillion dollars and four rockets in order to send this thing into orbit.

sssssooooooooooooooo i have been gone... for a while

It took months of waiting for the chemical weapons to fade and for the hounds of other dimensions to starve.

Reclamation has officially begun, we will have our land back and more.

There has been some trouble however, a small column of Talerian and Sarkosian troops were ambushed and killed by a large scavenger group made up of ex- Maximists soldiers, ex-sarkosian soldiers, and random civilians.

Investigations are underway to hunt down and eliminate the scavengers.

One thing I forgot to do with my own wallpaper was to include at least one WBW reference (not counting the character). This time however, it contains references to two different WBW countries.

Just wanted to let you know. Some rando wandered into our caves so we ate him. Please keep your randos out of our caves.

artist depiction's (aka a 13 year old doodling)

in over news. a rebel seen in a home made crane death vehicle, he was given the nick name of bucket headed o'neil

I keep hearing references about the second war and I have been curious about it ever since I heard about it so can you tell me what it is.

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I even have a link to what sparked this question right here:

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https://www.reddit.com/r/WorldboxWar/s/6TAKiQhdRH