Take an Acid Trip to The East Pacific: Part I of The World Today Series
The East Pacific at dawn9 November, 2007
The East Pacific-
To outsiders, The East Pacific is an enigma. It bears a striking resemblance to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory; you know someone is in there turning the gears, but you have no idea who. Instead of producing chocolate, it produces dreams and sixty-percent of the world's opium. You won't find dryly dressed midgets with a severe case of jaundice working and singing folderol. On the contrary in The East Pacific, bunnies carry dreams in backpacks, eating rocky road ice-cream as they dole out pleasant dreams to the acid-induced masses. Come with me and take an acid trip to The East Pacific.
In the majority of regions in NationStates the first thing you encounter when you cross the border is the stern and foreboding immigration office. Not so in the East. Upon crossing the border you will see a large tent decorated in the most psychedelic and seizure-inducing colors your eyes will ever see. It is known simply as Loading Station D. Once inside you won't see lines of people or greyly-attired immigration officers or even a floor.
Strewn across the gigantic complex are thousands upon thousands of brightly colored ottomans centered on a massive hookah pipe. There were at least 3,000 people inside the tent inhaling the sweet aroma of 100% pure Eastern hashish. Although they produce sixty-percent of the world's hashish, they themselves consume ninety-percent of it.
You would imagine that the police would have shut down Loading Station D years ago, however there isn't a police force of which to speak of, or for that matter a government. The East Pacific is a commune of nations living and
working relaxing in perfect harmony. Though the North is a democracy, the West a republic, and the Pacific a Francoist Union, the East simply is.
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New Kervoskia
Editor of The Weekly Post
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