Shestonland/Translated Madness

Shestonland is a country on the continent of Feltonlia, which is on the World of Bellosistatia. It is famous for the Highlands of Chiefton, and the Lowliers of Filmoforth II, which contain multiple cities, such as the capital and largest city, which is Kotches. 
==Settlements==
==History==
===Founding of Shestonland===
On March 16th, 1232, Sir Weesus Weedle Johnius Fickleton Carbury Aberton I of Lides, who was ruling the great country of Jalleirear at the time, sent several willing residents in need of help throughout the world that is the great world of Bellosistatia to get some work done and go forth over to new lands and areas. Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther was sent soon then and was swallowed by the great waves, seas, and oceans of the William Channel, over to wash up on to the mighty, briny, and grainy shores of the great eastern side, on Follen Beach. Leaving his ship grounded behing, he went forth through Shestonland and landed in the very large, somewhat quaint village of Tempton. Tempton residents quickly greeted him in great manner, and offered bountiful gifts worthy of filling the insides of a great cypress. However, Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther was looking for a new discoverous journey. He then took out a long pole, lit it under the great light of a furnace, and took it over to the huts of the great mud, and they burned in hellish fire, greater than the devil's bidding of Jonasforth in the great, sickle-shaped Bay of Eedsworth. All of the residents of Tempton, in their good manner, deceased indefinitely due to the real circumstances of the great evil lying inside of the male body he possesses. Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther then took the bountiful gifts capable of putting a cat to lightly deep rest in his own possession and went through, establishing the great and wonderful Shestonland. The great governmental rule of figure was set, and so was Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther himself.
Fiddling and fondling, Aberforth carried forth and went forward over to the little cliffs of towering Chiefton. Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther wondered if he would have been fellen, or perhaps billowed and mandled into tolled wars and waters of many. The spot was very deep and large, much like a fat bull so far. Sporing for help, he needed food in the immediate moment and went over to the long village of Carlinger. Carlinger had one, very astutly font person, who gave Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther tons of food, much to fit into an enlargened and retallied rice grain. But, after the wonderful gestures of the little man, he was killed yet again, by the great, sharp blade of Aberforth's possession, which were those little cliffs over towering Chiefton. Aberforth soon got into the little, meek bodies of other village residents coming over and giving him food and gifts and pushing them through the quaint spot. Aberforth then carried forth and yonder over into his government into the place of the great spot where the patriment of Shestonland was located, and living so quietly, like a blue whale, he was soon establishing the great, old country of Shestonland, bringing in new people and putting forth control over yonder and fro. Aberforth John Weedleton IV of Esther was now Aberforth John Weedleton IV of New Esther, leader of Shestonland.
===The Colleanist Republic of Shestonland===
Twas, by the late fall of the 1240s, many instances, incidents, and incidences occurred highly as followed: arson, ballowing, deceptifiance, grogery, histing, indecency, murder, pecking, rape, robbery, stationing, and tumblery were all common throughout the shires. On one of the days of these occurences, a man named Thomas Fickleton Seedus grogled, histed, robbed, and committed tumblery all in the same day. It was clear that Shestonland was already off to a start of misfortune and worry, as well as weeping and wimbling. The tides were rising, the sun was falling, all words of people who thought much was going wrong, who thought everything was going wrong. The wrongdoings were so well-done that a chickpea would wilt if you held a scroll written with bread mold of 10% of these crimes listed instantly. Teatiling soon started to occur within Shestonland. New discoverers would arrive on ships, and the lousy, frightfully distraught men would take them in and hold them captured in the deep depths of the unknown and nothingness. Teatiling was on the rise, and Aberforth John Weedleton IV of New Esther, leader of Shestonland, simply did nothing about it. The time came, and the time went. It was now the 1250s, and people weren't as happy with the barely set government of Shestonland. It was barely a country at all. After that, Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Bensal wrote a book titled Colleanism and Why It Should Be Used In Every Country At The Moment, Especially Shestonland. Colleanism and Why It Should Be Used In Every Country At The Moment, Especially Shestonland became a big hit with residents, but Aberforth John Weedleton IV of New Esther was not happy with it. He denounced Colleanism, which caused the Colleanist revolution. Colleanists everywehre took over Aberforth's throne. Aberforth John Weedleton IV of New Esther ran away, and when he came back to the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland, he was immediately teatiled, never to be seen again. The country was now officially Colleanist, and Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Bensal became leader, the great leader of the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland.
"I cannot believe I have to state this. Such a statement I have to make for such an impeccably unpredictable situation. You, sir, are not a good sir at all. You're nothing but a hister, a ballower, and by god, I bet you regularly commit tumblery, thee. Now please. Now is the proper and formal time to take my life, go on ahead and do it. I said what I needed to say." These were the last words of Littleman John I of Cardale, who died in 1257 from the careful slicing of an improperly cut sword, giving him the feeling of several cases of cholera and death. As time went on, so did the leader, Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III, now of Chiefton. Chiefton then was a little town in the northern highlands of Chiefton consisting of a large number of about 5,000 in terms of residents. During the inauguration of Calibrateshire as a county, Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Chiefton carefully observed in watch of something possibly wrong yet to occur, but as such, none has happened so. It was remained in way as it was, living as though it was working in worse. Hod coth the daughter. Hod coth her and shis lazy fabrics, say many of this move. The move transported by the leader from his mind into his body into doing such and carrying forth with the idea that such was going to happen in that time. People often recile about it aside from that phrase and it is fickled with and modified to largely daft extents. Twas, an unimportant action became something of a rather strange, rather peculiar importance.
===The Big Boom===
In the 1260s, the windheimers of the southern depressions saw no mercy, rather ultimate lows. All of the sudden, the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland saw less feed, as there were not enough peasants. Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Chiefton then suggested that residents should teatile new travellers to make them new peasants and farm crops and bounties of wheat, maize, kein, and findlecrop. After this, the age of farming mindled its way over into prescense under the light. Food was now supplied at such a rate that it often went to waste! Sir Leederbury Abbotsforth I of Cullman even discovered a new crop and decided to name it "Leederburyabbotsforthplant." Leederburyabbotsforthplants were highly popular in farm usage, as they were known to be plenty filling in the bodies of the residents of the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland. Leederburyabbotsforthplants were now mindling and mondling forth on over to great new lengths over the horizon, as they have been exported to countries as far as Shimmleburycarbonee, thee. Although, after a greatly traunting disease had pollenged through the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland, the residents have decided to put the blame on the Leederburyabbotsforthplants. Once present in popularity, now diminished. Sir Leederbury Abbotsforth I of Cullman was found limp, lifeless, aborted at the bottom of a little, bottom-of-the-world hole, and Leederburyabbotsforthplants were thereafter condled.
Carbury and Codham, timbles of the new branch woes, littled forth in a world of slight mercy. Carbury and Codham, what slight willforth was given in dosten lows? Carbury and Codham, troubled men. How mentlighting in an otherwise mentfult world. The two men set on a journey, a journey no one else would have wished to envere. By teatiling and ship-building, the two men set their lives in a way like no other. Cross the north harbors in the little highland cliffs. An exploration so unworthy for such two men, it's unsure why they carried forth. Carbury and Codham. Crossed the Northern Sea to get here: a towering mountain of the main. Manded and tolded, the men descended into a large hole. The large hole was shallowed of water, and was outlined with cristles. The cristles were of healing, physical healing. Carbury and Codham, missing the direction. Twas not for mental as they had hoped, and it made them worse than ever known. They had crossed over the littler sea to get to a diplomat in the village of Kendergage. "O, Kendergage diplomat. We come to you in need of great help. We picked a healing cristle and it made us worse." The diplomat looked sternly. "Impossible! Never happens, such cristle failure. Are you sure you have used it correctly, in the mountain hole?" Carbury and Codham. "Yes, we have crushed it and smeared it all over our bare bodies." The diplomat, confused, then replied "You must not have used the purple cristle." However, Carbury and Codham, they did. They did use the purple cristle, and replied so. "We had used the purple cristle." The diplomat then walked off in confusion. Carbury and Codham, now on the ground. The leader was there, Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Chiefton, now older as it was the 1270s, looked down on the men. "You chose your adventure, why are you so distraught?" Carbury and Codham, on their knees, they replied, "Please sivvle us, sovvle us to. We do not deserve life." The leader just left them there, on the ground for eternity. Carbury and Codham, now dead, seeped into the ground, their bodies supped inside and buried beneath the grassy willows.
In seemingly the darkest times of Shestonland, by the 1280s as Tipple Eisenhomer Wimbleton III of Chiefton died and trouble came forth, the clit has been opened. Eugene grass seed pollen filled the lands in essential gimerworth, and kiding were the mestiles eating up the harvest feeding the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland. The Wycenworth Clan bumbled to and fro the open lands of closed clouds and quickly departed towards the government, visible in the distance, obstructed by large, cridling mountains. The Wycenworth Clan left their homelands from the north and went upwards towards the capital, heeded by the southwinds of the lower hills and bottoms. From the East, the Blyceath Clan also left their homelands towards the west, trudging in many directions thus unknown in many ways. The rift was opening on olden Shestonland, and so were the clans. The villagers and residents of mountains low and valleys high were initially scared of the Wycenworths, as bleacening tales and fynil gimmows were kod of their arrival, but they were lyden, bolysen, and nywick. Off the foot, the Blyceaths were brutyn, clocesyn, and coalesny. Later on, the clans of the Wycenworths and the Blyceaths countered in fluid, fighting many nights for their hold on the land. They took their bladed, bluden, swords, bludgin until the end. From their lythe case, sewn with leather and bron, they took through and sword bludgin into the fifth moon’s last night, the last night of many nights persisting for days. As they had been bludgin endlessly, the government was taken by the Blyceaths, putting The Colleanist Republic of Shestonland into another dark age.
It rained, poured, sprinkled, misted, spitted, pongled, drooled, sweated, and showered. The residents of the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland wallowed in the rain. The rain wallowed on the residents of the Colleanist Republic of Shestonland. Shestonland was a land of wet wallowing in winder woes. This was the second dark age. The Blyceaths had taken over. Camman and Cokham were two men convicted of teatiling several ships and cotitting several men. They were foned by the Blyceaths, taken out of the capital for eternity. They walked on a journey to the Northlands. Camman looked at Cokham, Cokham glanced at Camman. Camman and Cokham stared into an endless gaze and said “By heart, e’an trudge flue dan monnen (By heart, we shall trudge through endlessly towards the colden, blycen Northlands by way of the mountain that is in our way, which we will have to access and fullow through a pass to make it to such a location as that)”. The two banished, banfed men, trudged towards the mountain in their way, the only way to the Northlands, which was colden, blycen, and pokked. The mountain in their way was the only way, they were right about, apart from the treacherous, cabbled coast, which was far longer and far worse. 
So the mountain turned out to be the correct choice for Camman and Cokham, two men banished from the capital by the notorious Blyceaths, so they fullowed through the pass of the mountain to get to the Northlands. From there, the two chose their own path. They settled in a valley for a number of days, resting and talking to animals, delusionally, because animals can’t talk back. Camman and Cokham weren’t the brightest men, which is evident by them getting lost in the valley and seeing a mountain, which they fullowed through the pass of and trudged out, only to find it was the exact mountain they trudged and fullowed through to get to the valley they trudged and fullowed out of. So they trudged towards the same mountain and fullowed through the same pass, and ending up in the same valley, but talking to different animals, which was also not a very bright idea. They found themselves lost in the woods, where they made the decision to talk to more animals, which was still not a bright choice. One morning when they woke up, Cokham fodded his head after resting on the wood. He got up from the wood and started to walk. Footstep, by footstep, by footstep, by sudden clease, by a full comn, by a stare into one direction, by him running footstep by footstep by spear throw by capture of a squirrel, a wonderful morning eat. They decided to leave the woods, tree by tree and tree by tree. Trudge by trudge, and fullow by fullow, they escaped the woods, scraping by the bark of several trees and pine branches. They had made it out of the woods where they had eaten a squirrel, from trudging through a mountain three times and following through its pass. They found themselves in the Northlands, where they died, seeping into the grass where they had belonged and envisioned for far too long.
In the capital, slightly more chaos, turmoil, and tycothes was occurring. The Blyceaths were slaying several residents, including an innocent man named Andrew, an innocent man named Edward, an innocent woman named Emily, several other innocent folk, and the lives once marveling at the town they once loved that was once free of the bruten, kolken Blyceaths, which were ruthless in their own right.