A setting for Risus: The Anything

Preface

Murphy's World is very, very unlike our own world.

First of all, the history of Murphy's World has decided to hate parallel development and thus move at a different pace depending where you go. That's why the inhabitants of the world live in different periods. For instance, the inhabitants of the the land of Musthak mostly travel their wide plains as nomads, praying to weird gods (such as Zteel, the God of Chromium) and spending their days bashing each others' heads in with big, blunt and rusty swords. Then again, on the far side of the ocean, there's also the Federal State of Regania (by which name it is only currently known; the country is generally renamed after its current president) which has banished all gods from the country except for one or maybe two and finds great pleasure in developing nuclear bombs in stylish shapes and portable sizes.

It's only natural that there is nothing but chaos on Murphy's World.

Then again, what really sets this little green, blue and neon yellow planet (the Reganians have a very peculiar taste in colors) apart from Earth is the fact that the Laws of Nature have decided (probably in a secret meeting with history) not to follow any of the usual rules except for that of Entropy, or chaos.

With that settles, there was only one defining element left for the entire world, and that was Chance. Fortunately, one could usually rely on Chance, as long as it remained nice and random, but unfortunately, a man named Murphy (thinking himself quite the clever guy) got a really neat idea he shouldn't have got, and he did with it what he shouldn't have done, namely publish it. That idea was: "God doesn't throw dice."

Naturally, God threw a fit because he liked to play, and he did what angry gods always do in these situations.
He got himself some loaded dice.
And from that day on, everything went wrong on the planet, including Chance.

(Maybe Murphy's world isn't entirely unlike our own.)

The general setup

Murphy's World is a horrible jumble of historical clichés ranging from late prehistoric barbarian tribes over renaissance swashbuckler nations up to modern-age cold-war spy-network-toting global superpowers. The strange thing is that the world is at balance as it is, though it's the sort of fragile balance that's tipped over when someone sneezes loudly. Fortunately, it builds itself back to another sort of balance after each such incident. If you ever needed proof that there is order in chaos, you'll find plenty here.

On a rough overview, Murphy's World looks as follows:
There are six major continents on the Planet: Cinderia, Amerita, Newropa, Friacca, Downunder and Southpolia. There was a seventh continent - Northpolia - but due to extensive nuclear testing by some nation, it has melted. Ever since that day, all of Southpolia is a nuclear-free zone.

The planet is two thirds ocean and one third land mass. None of the six continents are directly connected by dry land, but there is an abundance of small island states between Amerita and Friacca which are all connected by a bizarre system of bridges (and each of the island states asks horrendous rates from foreigners who want to cross the ocean).

Oh - and there is Atlantis, the flying metropolis. It was originally an experiment to put an entire city into a submarine and relocate it to the ocean floor. Just don't ask.

Places to go

Cinderia
Cinderia is the largest continent on Murphy's World, spanning around almost half the planet's diameter. Unfortunately, most of its north is an uninhabitable ice desert, though no one seems to have told the local natives, the Evercold, that it is uninhabitable. The Evercold live on fish, polar bears and, very occasionally, on lost travellers.

Right to the south of the nameless ice desert lie the plains of Musthak, a place which is also cold and barren though not quite as cold and barren as the land to the north. Consequently, a few more people live here, and these people are known as the Barbarian Tribes, though they call themselves Musthakai. All male members of the Musthakai are large, well-built and look a little like unshaven bodybuilders on steroids, all female members of the Musthakai are blonde, curvy and have luscious, sultry lips. Both genders know how to handle huge, blunt, and rusty swords, and both pray to a huge pantheon of gods ranging from relatively normal (like the Lords of Wind and Rain) toabsolutely absurd (like Eek, the God of Rodent Tails). Almost every Musthakai, though, reveres Zteel, the God of Chromium, as only He knows how to remain rust-proof.

To the far east of Musthak lies the Empire of Chow Zen, the most densely populated region on the planet. The natives belong to one of two people: the Chow, rather friendly folks living on trade, craftsmanship and dispensing unnecessary wisdom, and the Zen, warlike people with a strong sense of honor, etiquette and cutting-your-enemy-into-thin-slices-with-razor-sharp-sabers. Both follow the leadership of a single Emperor, though there are minor rebellions and civil wars around every two weeks, and more frequently around New Year's Day. Food in Chow Zen is definitely tasty, though the Chow have a reputation for eating anything with legs, except for furniture and the Zen have a reputation for eating anything that swims, except for ships. Both have steam-age technology but haven't started using steam-power for transportation yet.

Finally, along the southern coast of Cinderia, there is the Republic of Communia. Communia is a prosperous land with rich natural resources, wide farmlands and lush forests. All wealth in Communia belongs to everybody, thus, everybody in Communia is as poor as a peasant. Of course, that's not a problem, at least not according to the Party. The Party knows best for Communia. (It knows best for everything, of course, but this paragraph is about Communia, so I'm definitely not a traitor to the people, am I?) In theory, Communia is a modern state with access to all sorts of technology, but strangely, only those in the Party seem to be able to get a hold on them. Communia is currently fighting a Cold War against Regania, and you know, you have to make sacrifices in war, see?


Amerita
Some would say that Amerita is essentially two continents, North Amerita and South Amerita. But then again, some would also say Murphy's World is flat (which it isn't: it's pumpkin-shaped), so there you go.

North Amerita is, essentially, one single nation currently named the Federal State of Regania, except for its northern tip, which is called Canuckia. The Cannucks are a peaceful bunch of environmentalists in plaid shirts and leather jackets whose main pastimes are the semi-annual Lumberjack Olympics and ice hockey. Expect every good man to own a chainsaw, a pickup truck and a dogsleigh; expect every good woman to own a freshly baked apple pie and a first aid kit the size of a small house. Cannucks have full access to modern technology (sharing a border with the world's most advanced nation) but mostly choose to live in log cabins with no access to electrical power. There is one major city in Canuckia, Toromtom, which looks pretty much like most modern-age capitals, only that the air there is actually breathable.

The same, unfortunately, cannot be said of the nation of Regania, which spans the rest of North Amerita. Its cities are huge, crowded, noisy and neon-yellow molochs of society where rush hour is 24/7 and the crime rate is so high that the police have stopped monitoring it and started taking the number of people not somehow involved in a criminal act as either perpetrator or victim as a statistical size. Outside the downtowns, huge suburbs span the rest of the country, less crowded, less noisy but still every bit as neon yellow as the metropolitan areas. Reganians are a highly patriotic bunch, just a little bit racist and very proud of their liberal firearms laws which, essentially, make not owning at least a .45 handgun a criminal offense. Of course, in a country as free and liberal as Regania, people tolerate different lifestyles, but only a few would actually go so far as to burn the flag (showing neon yellow stars on a neon yellow background; thus the national anthem of Regania begins with the words "Oh say, can you see them"). And if someone really can't stand living in Regania any longer, chances are he'll just move to Canuckia.

South Amerita consists of a multitude of small nations changing their governments with the turn of the seasons, nations such as Voodoochile, Zebrazil, Argumentine and Pooru. Just south of Regania lies Mojito, a relatively stable nation thriving on the export of tacos, chilli, weird hats and illegal workers. The current government has dangerously close diplomatic relations to Communia and is thus watched by the Reganians with a concerned look. Some say that there may be war, some others say that it has already begun, but it's a war of black ops and secret political manipulation by the Reganian secret service, the CYA.

Newropa
Newropa is completely stuck somewhere between the early middle ages and the renaissance. There are six major nations that are constantly at war with one another, though none seems to be able to gain an upper hand in the long run, so the situation there is unlikely to change. Travel in Newropa either by horse and carriage or by airship - an airship being a perfectly normal sailship that just happens to be able to fly.

A short excourse on airships
Airships, just like sailships, are powered by wind. They are able to float, however, because of the cat-and-butterbread-engine inside, essentially somewhere between fifty and five hundred cats with butterbreads tied to their backs. Falling cats always land on their feet, falling butterbreads always land on the buttered side, and as butterbread-equipped cats can't to either, they just keep floating. The resulting lifting power is used to make an airship float.
One could use magic to make an airship fly, but most magicians aren't willing to endanger the roofs of their sorcery towers.

On an island in the north of Newropa lies the Kingdom of Angilia. Angilia is governed with a strong hand by Queen Olympia the First and is a nation of traders, explorers and wily playwrights. The Angilians have strong ties to many of the small island states in the ocean and access to foreign goods of all sorts, the most prized being tea. You can take everything away from an Angilian gentleman: his cane, his horse (which he would trade his kingdom for otherwise) and his moustache, but take away his tea and you've made him really really mad.

Just a bit to the south lies the warlike Empire of Maleana. Maleana is the nation that is stuck deepest in the Middle Ages and takes great pride in being able to put every living thing into a full plate armor. There are sets of armor for knights with horses, sets of armor for knights without horses, sets of armor that turn knight and horse into a single armored monstrosity, and even sets of armor for just the horse in case the knight develops an allergy to iron. Maleans train wardogs (and also put them into sets of armor, but that's a different story), and if they wanted to, they'd probably be able to conquer all of Newropa, but fortunately, they spend most of their time on religious civil wars. There are Murphyists and Protesters (the latter believing that God does throw dice), and they are constantly at each other's throats.

West of Maleana lies Narmonide, probably the most advanced nation of Newropa. Its chivalrous musketeers are the stuff of legend, as is the Narmonians' splendid cooking. Unfortunately, King Francois of Narmonide is a nutcase, believing himself the sun and Murphy's World revolving around him. He spends the entire annual budget of a small nation on a single lavish party, and he has lavish parties every day. People are already more than a little dissatisfied with him, and, don't you know, talking 'bout a revolution (which, so far, sounds like a whisper). Narmonide has never been defeated in a war, but a civil war could bring it to its knees.

South of Narmonide lies Haspinia, motherland of the mighty Airmada, the greatest fleet of airships on the planet. The Airmada exists solely to hunt down air pirates, which, maybe surprisingly are also mostly Haspinians. Threatening international airspace worldwide, their dreaded frigates and galleons flying the Jolly Over flag have given the nation the bad reputation it rightfully deserves. Haspinians are easily enraged, hard to calm down and make a sport of fighting bulls and romancing ladies (some also make a sport of romancing bulls and fighting ladies, but let's not talk about them, shall we?). They also speak with an outrageous "latin lover" accent but only when talking to non-Haspinians. Go figure.