Info on World:
Standard Size: Im Persia
I own the left continent. Germany is red. Iriqouis is purple. Orange is England.

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The irigouis...damn i can't spell...just declared war.
Here goes:
Salamanca, 8:00 AM Local
Adam Smith walked into the customs. He had just gotten off a non-stop flight from Persiapolis, considered the greatest city on earth. Up here, it was much warmer than the climate he was used to. Right now, it was winter in Salamanca, and very cold, but nothing compared to his hometown. "Can i see you visa and identification?" "Oh, yeah here." The customs officer skimed over them. He was about to hand it back when he realized that he was the only one wearing light cloths. "So, where are you from?" "Boston, im of American Desent." The officer handed him is ID and visa back. "Have a nice vist."
As he walked away, something clicked. Boston was right on the equator, and was much warmer than here. "Hey, wait! Come back!" He was sure the man heard him, but the man kept walking away. He hurried his pace. "GET BACK HERE NOW!" He ran to his radio. "Sir! We a suspicous personal, wearing shorts...."

Outside Salamanca International Airport:
The SWAT team unloaded from the truck. "Remember! Red shirt, Black Shorts!"
"Yes sir!" The team looked around the baggage claim, perturbing the many travelers there. "Sir! Possible Target ahead, leaving the airport!" "Hey! Stop! Police!" The man turned around, and ran out the door. The swat team chased after him, and ran outside onto the drop-off area. He seemed to have vanished. One man cought a speck of red at the planter and brought his AK-Carbine to bear. "Hey! St-" He drop to the ground with a trickle of blood running down from his forehead. Another THAWK and the team leader went down. The man shot the other three with lightning-fast speed. He ran for a abandoned taxi as he saw another police truck driving tward him.

2 days later 2:00 AM
"Adam Smith" opened his briefcase and took out a laptop. He pulled in through a modem and typed several commands quickly. He saw a map with all the enemy troop movement. Suddenly the door came crashing down, and before he could react a bullet tore through his skull.

Good start i'll be following :goodjob:

wat difficulty are you playing on?

Darius's office:
The Forgein Affairs Minister ran in panting,
"Mr. President! The Iriqoius just anounced they are declaring war!"
"What the hell! Why? Whats going on?"
"Our spy was found and killed. He anounced that the Iriquios are sick of taking a backseat to our nation. The maya and inca, the two one city nations, are joining the pact"
"Get me the Defence Minister."

Straight of Boston:
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The greatest naval fleet ever assembeled pulled out of the port of boston into german water. It had just been announced that Germany had joined the Anti-Imperalism pact, as the Irquios called the pact. Unfortanatly for that allinance, this fleet had more firepower than the entire world put together. This one carried six nukes, launced from speical submarines. Sleek bombers took of from the many carriers and delivered their payloads on german territory.
The waters of the sea flashed orange. Seconds later, a missle rose up and sailed into hamburg. The city exploded, and thousands died. Meanwhile, tanks rolled ashore, and were greeted by airborne forces. An hour later, heildelburg was struck by a nuke. And the war had just begun.

Victory Airbase (right next to boston)
The C-130s loaded up the thousands of paratroopers to be dropped right on Bremen. The last plane took off into the night bound for hostile territory.

Good start i'll be following :goodjob:

wat difficulty are you playing on?
Cheiftan, cause i wanted to have an easy game for a story. :) Easy as hell.

Ill Continue Later
Night!

Private Jameson (a modern armor I renamed for the story) hoped out from his tank. The attack had been surprisingly easy up to this point. The tactical nukes and bombers obliterated Heidelberg and Hamburg. When they arrived, all that was left of the city were a few survivors and rubble. Private Jameson, on a hill overlooking Hamburg, watched as a huge army of tanks smashed through what was left of the city gates. He looked to the east as a nuke slammed into a mass of infantry, almost obliterating them. The mushroom cloud rolled upwards. He stared in a daze. “Private! Hey!” “Uh..What?” “What the hell are you doing! We just got orders to move!”
In the Boston Sea:
The Iroquois destroyer opened fire on the tanks moving along the shore. The guns were weak and did little damage to the tanks. All of a sudden, a huge battleship loomed out of the morning fog. For some reason, the battleship’s commander had decided to come in close. The smaller destroyer was able to escape the pounding of the battleships main guns and fired, slamming right into the engines. After taking 3 more hits, the majestic battleship rolled into its watery grave.
Hamburg Mountains:
Private Jameson almost laughed as his unit literally rolled over the opposition. Why were the Iroquois even bothering fielding these units? Private Jameson was the gunner for his tank, and saw a cavalryman ahead on the thermal camera. He fired a shell, which obliterated the target completely.

Off the shore of Bremen:
The Persian Navy had gotten no reports from the P.N.F. Atlanta, named for last stand of the American Empire. They were eager for vengeance. Their change came when a wooden fleet was found by a plane. The Battleships prepared, aimed and fired. Just when the battleships had finished, and bombers shattered them completely. One ship attempted to escape, and was caught by a sub. The torpedo tore the fragile wooden hull into three pieces.
Deck of the P.N.F. Al-Hassan:
“Scramble!” Alarms blared as crews ran to their jets and bombers. Within minutes, the last bomber left the deck and flew into German territory. The bombers followed the coastline, and saw tank divisions down below. They were crushing the defenders. Maj. Diaz, an expert pilot, was the sole jet fighter in the formation, and the only one needed. The Germans had no known air force whatsoever. Breaking formation, he flew down to 1000 feet, and opened fire with his Vulcan Cannon, obliterating a cavalry force. Behind him, thousands of bombs fell earthward. Diaz hit his afterburners and shot away at Mach 2. Diaz was both of American and Incan Descent. His father, before his death, was in the Incan infantry and had fought the Persians. Once the Incan nation was wiped off the Island, his unit stayed behind and help on until there

Sergeant Hassan Al-Dubai, a mountain outside Hamburg:
Hassan Al-Dubai lead his squad up the huge mountain. His team of paratroopers were some of the finest men in all of Persia. The point man raised his hand an signaled a stop. A clanking noise became louder and louder. The squad jumped behind the rocks. A minute later, a bunch of Medival-era troops marched in. Waiting until the infantry was almost on top of them, they opened fire, tearing through them with their M-4s. One man, covered in the blood of his comrades, swung his mace at Hassan, who ducked it and drew his sidearm. The man prepared for another swing, but Hassan fired twice at point-blank range, blowing his face apart.

ITS OVER! MY COMP CHRASED AND I LOST THE SAVE
Ill write a few last tales of what happened:
ONE DAY LATER:
Diaz woke up, the sun shining through the window in his eyes. He yawned, got out of bed, and saw that no one was in his barracks. What happened to his squadron? He question was answered when a shell smashed into the other side of the barracks, sending a metal pole flying at him. He dived, and it impaled the wall behind him. He saw his squadmates, who were running to defend the base, lying in a bloody mess. He felt sick. More explosion boomed in the distance. He heard the clatter of tank treads, getting closer. Thank God, he thought. At least the armor unit was still alive. He ran out of the barracks and waved. Then his jaw dropped. He saw a Iriquios tank pointing its gun at him. "Please..no.." Infantry ran tward him. The officer aimed at him, and fired. Diaz dropped to the ground, kneeling, with bullet wound in his thigh. "No..don't! Please!" A soilder just stuck his rifle against his back, and fired, blowing his lungs out. He dropped on the ground gasping, and died.

ONE WEEK LATER:
Sgt. Hassan ran to the large cargo plane. His squad followed behind, crouching aginst the scorching winds of the nuclear wastelands. Over the past three days, over 30 missles each with warheads millions of times the firepower of the entire navy had smashed the contry apart. Germany had become a wasteland. He remembered how the Iriqouis tanks buchered every other paratrooper units, exept the ones going out on this mission into germany. They then overwhemed the Grand River Airport, wiping out the entire Persian air force. A lot had happened since the massacure. The Iriqious, after getting hit hevey with nukes, had turned on thier ally. Hassan slammed on the cocpit door, telling the poilot to fly.

Seems there's a curse on CivIII players. I lost a story of mine (restarted 2-3 times for uncorrect parameters) when my PC crashed as well.

Good story, but try to get a good sized chunk done before posting. That way it won't look so choppy.