User:Ceorana

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User:Ceorana
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ce This user is the owner of the nation of Ceorana.
us This user is proud to be an American.
en This user is a native speaker of English.
es-1 Este usuario puede contribuir con un nivel básico de español.
no-0 Denne bruker er ikke oppfatte Norsk (eller forstår den med anseelig vanskeligheter).
sop This user is an NSwiki sysop.
ed This user has made over 1500 edits.
sop This sysop has blocked 22 linkspammers as of 28 January 2006.
sop This sysop has deleted 30 pages as of 28 January 2006.
sop This sysop has protected 2 pages as of 28 January 2006.
fox This user contributes using Mozilla Firefox.
win This user contributes using Microsoft Windows, and doesn't necessarily like it.
Nw This user is an avid reader of Newsweek, and thinks it is way better than Time.

The Brain of User:Ceorana is a huge, socially progressive cranium, notable for its devotion to introvertism. Its compassionate, intelligent population of 810 million neurons love a good thought, and the cerebrum gives them plenty of them. Nerves tend to be full of neurons debating the merits of various civil and political rights, while muscles are tightly regulated and the oxygenated viewed with suspicion.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, socially-minded cerebrum stops and the rest of the brain begins, but it juggles the competing demands of thought, bones, and muscles. The average thought tax rate is 100%. The hippocampus is almost wholly made up of enterprising fourteen-day-old neurons selling neurons on the sidewalk, although the cerebrum is looking at stamping this out.

Psychological disorders are a taboo subject, User:Ceorana's thoughts are widely acknowledged as the most foul-thinked-up in the region, mental tax has recently been abolished, and thinking is mandatory. Crime is totally unknown. User:Ceorana's national animal is the dove, which frolics freely in the brains's many lush nerves, and its currency is the thought.