Coalition of Royal Allied Powers

Coalition of Royal Allied Powers, formerly known as Cool Rats And People, is a Maroon Team alliance that is constantly gaining strength and popularity. We offer military help, help with trades (if you need it), and tips for your nation from one of the best CyberNation guides out there! We take every suggestion are members make into consideration and try to accommodate the needs of everyone. We are dedicated to the complete protection of our members, and we will help you any way possible if you are a friend or a member. We might be one of the small alliances, but we have some of the smartest and most loyal members out there. We also have the friendship and respect of very large network of alliances that will come to our aid if requested. Although we are a Maroon Team alliance, any nation of any color can feel free to join.

The Molding of CRAP
CRAP is a branch off of the now defunct alliance Phoenix Police Force (PhPF). CRAP was originally founded on April 11, 2007 under the name Cool Rats And People by the wild and crazy Chuck Normis but later changed their name to what it is now. CRAP was originally a member of the Green Sphere, but moved to the Maroon Team where they were more welcome. CRAP started out with a Monarchy form of government, but as they gained more members switched to a Triumvirate system. They have gone through two charters so far and they hope that their current one will last for quite a while. Over the year of their existence, CRAP has gathered a loyal following of members and has made many friends with other alliances. Their goal is to reach 50+ members, but that goal seems to be constantly hindered by swift unknown forces.

Government Changes and Merger : Summer 2009
On June 8th, 2009 constapatedape took over as the newest Triumvir after Nathanius had to step down. Other government changes also happened on June 8th including ccs255 moving over to MoR and AliRomanista being promoted from DMoF to MoF. Since constapatedape was promoted to Triumvir his old position of MoFA became vacant.

In July, close friend and ally tehol of the Aquatic Coalition Front (ACF) had to step down from active involvement in running the alliance, and with no one else in the alliance able to shoulder the load, he reached out to constapatedape and Chuck Normis of CRAP, and Gambona and Lonewolfe of the newly formed Asgaard for help. Over the next 24 hours, ACF merged into The Coalition of Royal Allied Powers and Asgaard (around 60% of Nation Strength going to CRAP, around 35% to Asgaard and the rest to assorted others).

This merge was the first major boost of nation strength and membership that CRAP has gotten. And as of January 2010, two former ACF members have become Ministers in CRAP, Mydas (MoWD) and Dstay (MoR), along with these many of the Battalion Leader positions in the last round of elections were taken by former ACF members.

1 Million Nation Strength and Beyond
On the night of January 15th constapatedape made his infa jump and catapulted CRAP past 1 million nation strength. This was a long time goal of CRAPs and had been much awaited by the whole of cyberverse.

CRAPs main goal still remains to have 50+ members and now to reach 2 million nation strength

And you know what they say, the first million is the hardest (and so is the first 50 members)

How CRAP Began (According to Chuck)
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from Jerry's Bait shop; You know the place. Well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy. Except, of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. It was driving me crazy! I said to my mom, I said "Hey, mom, what's with all the sauerkraut?" And my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at my like a cow looks at an oncoming train and she leaned right down next to me and she said "IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!!" And then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old! That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place; where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy, where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long and anyone on the street will gladly shave your back for a nickel!

Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize: a first class one-way ticket to The Phoenix Police Force.

I'd never been on a real airplane before and I gotta tell ya, it was really great. Except that I had to sit between two large Albanian women with excruciatingly severe body odor, and the little kid in back of me kept throwin' up the whole time and the flight attendants ran out of Dr. Pepper and salted peanuts, and the in-flight movie was Bio-Dome with Pauly Shore. And, oh yeah, three of the airplane engines burned out and we went into a tailspin and crashed into a hillside and the plane exploded in a giant fireball and everybody died! Except for me.

So I crawled from the twisted, burning wreckage. I crawled on my hands and knees for three full days, dragging along my big leather suitcase and my garment bag and my tenor saxophone and my twelve-pound bowling ball and my lucky, lucky autographed glow-in-the-dark snorkel. But finally I arrived at the world famous Phoenix Police Force; where the towels are oh so fluffy and you can eat your soup right out of the ashtrays if you wanna. It's O.K., they're clean!

Well, I checked into my room and I turned down the A/C and I turned on the SpectraVision and I'm just about to eat that little chocolate mint on my pillow that I love so very, very much when suddenly, there's a knock on the door Well now, who could that be? I say "Who is it?" No answer "Who is it?" There's no answer "WHO IS IT?" They're not sayin' anything.

So, finally I go over and I open the door and just as I suspected! It's some big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril. Oh man, I hate it when I'm right. So anyway, he bursts into my room and he grabs my lucky snorkel. And I'm like "Hey, you can't have that! That snorkel's been just like a snorkel to me!" And he's like "Tough" And I'm like "Give it" And he's like "Make me" And I'm like "'Kay" So I grabbed his leg and he grabbed my esophagus and I bit off his ear and he chewed off my eyebrows and I took out his appendix and he gave me a colonic irrigation!

Well, to cut a long story short, he got away with my snorkel. But I made a solemn vow right then and there that I would not rest, I would not sleep for an instant until the one-nostrilled man was brought to justice; but first, I decided to buy some donuts.

So I got in my car and I drove over to the donut shop, and I walked on up to the guy behind the counter and he says "Yeah, what do ya want?" I said "You got any glazed donuts?" He said "No, we're outta glazed donuts" I said "Well, you got any jelly donuts?" He said "No, we're outta jelly donuts" I said "You got any Bavarian cream-filled donuts?" He said "No, we're outta Bavarian cream-filled donuts" I said "You got any cinnamon rolls?" He said "No, we're outta cinnamon rolls" I said "You got any apple fritters?" He said "No, we're outta apple fritters" I said "You got any bear claws?" He said "Wait a minute, I'll go check" "No, we're outta bear claws" I said "Well, in that case - in that case, what do you have?" He says "All I got right now is this box of one dozen starving, crazed weasels." I said "OK, I'll take that."

So he hands me the box and I open up the lid and the weasels jump out and they immediately latch onto my face and start biting me all over! Oh man, they were just going nuts! They were tearing me apart! So I ran out into the street with these flesh-eating weasels all over my face waving my arms all around and just running, running, running like a constipated wiener dog and as luck would have it, that's exactly when I had a great idea! I would start my own alliance!!

Anyway, things really started looking up for me because about a week later, I finally achieved my lifelong dream. That's right, I started CRAP! I even got member of the month after I put that grease fire out with my face. Everybody in PhPF was pretty jealous of me after that. I was getting a lot of attitude. Like one time, I was out in the parking lot trying to remove my excess earwax with a golf pencil, when I see this guy WoodChuk trying to carry a big old sofa up the stairs all by himself. So I, I say to him, I say "Hey, you want me to help you with that?" And Woodchuk, he just rolls his eyes and goes, "No, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw!" So I did.

Then he gets all indignant on me. He's like "Hey man, I was just being sarcastic!" Well, that's just great how was I supposed to know that? I'm not a mind reader for crying out loud.

But around that time, I started getting death threats from the Green Sphere where CRAP was staying. So I’m like “You guys are stupid!” and CRAP packed our bags and left. So there I was wandering around for days, when I ran into the girl of my dreams. Her name was The Maroon Sphere. I'll never forget the first thing she said to me. She said "Hey, you've got weasels on your face."

That's when I knew it was true love. We were inseparable after that: we ate together, we bathed together we even shared the same piece of mint-flavored dental floss. The world was our burrito! So we got married and we bought CRAP a house. We have been there ever since.

I guess all I’m really trying to say is that if one day you happen to wake up and find yourself in an existential quandary, full of loathing and self-doubt, and wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existence; at least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing that somewhere out there in this crazy mixed-up universe of ours, there's still a little place called CRAP.

Treaties

 * MDoAPs
 * Chestnut Accords
 * Random Insanity Alliance
 * Protectorate of the Random Insanity Alliance
 * Protector of Cat Land
 * ODPs
 * Maroon Economic Pact
 * Solidarity Pact for an Allied Maroon
 * PIATs
 * Random Insanity Alliance
 *  Sentinels of Unity and Liberty 
 * United Under Scorn
 * '''Through Yggdrasil's Roots
 * '''The Federation
 * '''The Mafia (PAIT/ODP)
 * MDPs
 *  Aquatic Coalition Front
 *  The United Commonwealth of Nations 
 * '''The 57th Overlanders
 * '''The Coalition of Independent Nations
 * NAPs
 *  The Coalition of Independent Nations 
 *  United Militant Corps 
 * ''' United Blue Directorate
 * '''Fifth Column Confederation
 * Lol, Maroonity