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| − | <big>'''The Republic of Breckenburg'''</big> [[File:Novak3.png|thumb|The Flag of Novak/Breckenburg]]
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| − | The Republic of Breckenburg is a large, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Jeremy Rattcliff with a fair
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| − | hand, and renowned for its LOVE of cheese. Its hard-nosed, hard-working, intelligent population of 3.568 billion are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs (They're still better off than those in North Korea.) The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.
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| − | The government -- a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, pro-business morass -- juggles the competing demands of Defence, Religion & Spirituality, and the Environment. It meets every day to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Novak. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 22%. A powerhouse of a private sector is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, followed by Information Technology and Gambling.
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| − | The government recently relinquished its monopoly on the mail service, Breckenburg's children are widely acknowledged as the most foul-mouthed in the region, the nation has welcomed its expats back with open arms (in more ways than one), and the police force is on a recruitment drive. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is crippling. Breckenburg's national animal is the Eagle, its national religion is Deum ipsum, and its currency is the Silver Eagle.
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