The Serene Empire of Evolia
The Serene Empire of Evolia is a massive, feral nation, notable for its huge mushroom trampolines and tame mastadons which frolic freely in the ancient mahogany forests.
The sweet, insane population of manythousand fluid grouplets are free to do what they like, howsoever they please, governed by nothing more than a subtle sense of obviousness which wells up from bellyminds run rapturously asunder in a monstrous range of impromptu rituals, thundering swing jams and near constant love-making. Evolians are noted for their extraordinary sensitivity to pain, and willingness to obey its tiniest intelligent twinges, the complexity and subtlety of their facial muscles, the musicality of their speech, their gullibility, fecundity and ludicrous insouciance.
Evolian architecture partly imitates natural forms, the rest is alive; the inhabitants having learnt how to persuade their staggering flora to cooperate in civic construction. More temporary dwellings are common, mud is loved, and all children can bivvy.There are no architects, just people. Transport is largely via flying-foxes and soundproofed waterslides, which snake through serene billiards rooms and cathedral cheese cellars.
Emblem: Vast, pulsating electric jellyfishgod which periodically rises above the clouds, lashing out its firey white limbs, pinning Evolians, howling with delight, to the sky.
Government: None. Liquid anarcho-monarchy, or Omnarchy. There is leadership, but following leaders is voluntary. There are guidelines and customs, but they are all founded on the cardinal rule that nobody can compel anyone else to do anything; anyone who wants to do so is simply ignored. Leaders who give orders, mark out property or seek privilege are handed over to the care of young children until the yibber-yabber has left them.
Economy: None. The economy of Utopia is identical to that of the oldest known communities; a gift-economy of informal debts, and tolerance towards those who do not or cannot pay them. There is no ownership beyond use. If an individual uses something, it is his or hers. If a group uses something, it is theirs (i..e held in common). If nobody uses something, it belongs to nobody.
Class: None. Land, technology, drugs, information and so on are held in common. There are no elites depriving ordinary people of the power to feed, educate, entertain and transport themselves without having to go via a professionally managed market, or central state, in order to do so. Everyone is, ultimately, self-sufficient and so individuals and groups, do not, ultimately, depend on anyone else for their needs.
The capital of Evolia is Shlaarg Makwang-Hoosh Fe-Tarp! The gates to the city are through the mighty legs of sweet yinyin.
Waste: This curious invention of Times Gone By is, like ‘scarcity’ and ‘zoo’, an idea without meaning. The Sinister Zone lives, however, as does The Place We Do Not Speak Of.
Currency: the Romantic Gesture.
Languages: Djang-djang, Zala, Chess, Riddim and the Immortal Music of Vibe.
Education: None. Economy: None. Politics: None. Law: None. Crime: None. Mental Illness: None. Ego: None. Alienation: None. Professions: None.