In the lively hub of D'Lobby, the Woodcarving technique class had gathered, their spirits alight with the shared purpose of crafting their dream nation. The first challenge before them: naming their fledgling country.
"Alright, our nation needs a name that's unique, sounds cool, and, above all, strikes fear—or at least a good laugh—into the hearts of our enemies," declared Mike, stroking his thin beard thoughtfully. His gaze swept the room, seeking inspiration from the eager faces of his classmates.
"How about Ceyfels? Sounds pretty cool, doesn't it?" Rudy suggested, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.
Alvin, who had been quietly observing, suddenly raised his hand high, drawing everyone's attention. All eyes fixed on him, waiting for what he had to say.
"Yes, Alvin? Need to use the restroom?" Mike asked with a curious grin.
"If you say Ligmanation, I swear I'll kick your butt," Erika quipped with a sharp edge to her voice, eliciting a few chuckles from around the room.
Alvin grinned widely, savoring the moment before finally speaking. "How about Bancet?" he proposed, his tone firm.
A hush fell over the room. Chen furrowed his brow, trying to place the name. "That name… it sounds familiar," he said slowly.
"Isn't that the name of the street gang near your house?" Irvan joked, bringing a few more smiles to the room.
"No," Alvin replied, shaking his head. "It's simple, but I think it's memorable."
"Sounds good, but how about we tweak it a bit, like 'Vanchett'..." Zirly suggested, her eyes brimming with hope. The name echoed in the room, carrying a unique and powerful resonance.
Mike fell silent, contemplating the name. With a slight modification, it ticked all the boxes he had listed. He nodded slowly, feeling the name begin to take root in his mind.
"Alright, does everyone agree? If so, raise your hand," Mike called out, breaking the silence.
One by one, hands began to rise. Even Erika, who had been skeptical at first, raised her hand. Irvan, Alvin, Chen, Fadil, and the others followed suit. Mike smiled, satisfied with the unity forming among them.
"Vanchett," Mike repeated the name with conviction. "Our nation is called Vanchett."
A ripple of cheers spread through the room, followed by laughter and pats on the back. They had chosen a name, a significant first step in the creation of their nation.
"Now, let's move on to the most crucial part: deciding our system of government. After that, we'll divide up the remaining tasks," Mike continued, his tone firm as he tried to steer the discussion back on track.
Rudy, ever the enthusiastic participant, stepped forward with the flair of a seasoned orator. "I think we can all agree—we're done with presidents. So… let's start with a trusted family to lead the land of Vanchett," he said, gesturing grandly with his hands.
Violet, always serious and focused, fixed Rudy with a sharp gaze. "Who's the king?" she asked directly, her voice ringing out in the now-quiet room.