LizNES6: Fortune Favors The Brutal

To: Japan
From: Siam


Fine. We will sell you the land for 3 EP.

OOC: I have several PMs awaiting my response, and honestly, I don't have time to answer them tonight, probably. If it is absolutely urgent, and must be answered immediately, PM me, and inform me as such.

To: Siam
From: The Greater Japanese Empire

Agreed!

To: South Taiwan
From: The Greater Japanese Empire

Rejoice! Soon you will be incorporated into the Empire!
 
To Russia
From Chernorussiya

Your economy and industry are spent. Your forces small and insignificant. Surrender unconditionally and we will allow you to survive. Terms for peace are:

1. You will liberate Ossetia and Daghestan and leave them to their own devices.

2. You will cede all lands up to the historical St. Petersburg, Moscow, Volgograd line including the cities themselves.

3. You will renounce your position as representative of the Russian peoples and stop bringing shame to its people and sciences.

4. Your navy shall be disbanded, yourarmy and airforce limited to 5 regiments and 5 fighter squadrons respectively.
 
To: Chernorussiya
From: England
CC: Russia


Finish them! :evil:
 
Russia is insulted that you fake russians from the east dare to give such terms. Stop representing our own people? I guess you mean stop so you can start being their dictator right? No, we will never surrender our people, our country, to such a fight. If you force it to be so, it will be a fight to the death, resulting in the death of your nation by the end.

Your terms are quite frankly, unacceptable. But you know this dont you? Otherwise you wouldnt have offered such ridiculous terms. You merely wish to be able to say you offered peace. Well yes, you did offer peace. But you never offered a reasonable one.
 
Russia is insulted that you fake russians from the east dare to give such terms. Stop representing our own people? I guess you mean stop so you can start being their dictator right? No, we will never surrender our people, our country, to such a fight. If you force it to be so, it will be a fight to the death, resulting in the death of your nation by the end.

Your terms are quite frankly, unacceptable. But you know this dont you? Otherwise you wouldnt have offered such ridiculous terms. You merely wish to be able to say you offered peace. Well yes, you did offer peace. But you never offered a reasonable one.

Fake russians? You wouldn't know what good vodka is if it was shot intravenously in your blood system. Frankly, we are insulted that you exist at all and we are more Russian than the Russian Republic of Russia could ever be. Our citizen experienced a collective facepalm moment when they heard that name and knew within themselves that something so dense must be removed from the body of the Motherland lest it spread like the cancer we cured.

Our terms are quite reasonable when you realize the enormity of your crimes and the failed governance of your nation. We have mastered the power of the sun and put it in a box. You have mastered the power of decay and the art of sexual congress with bears. Even your own people are willing to accept any kind of peace and both of us know it. We are offering it simply to avert the more bloodshed as regretfully we do not have sufficient non-lethal technologies implemented yet.

OOC: My projects haven't moved in their time index.
 


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The Strawberry Meeting of President Michael Boulder and his Administration


Introduction: I had this idea for a story in Liz’s other game, and though it ended, I wished to branch it into the new world which we have all been introduced to. As a result, and partially in memory of the last game, I bring back my old vice president, Home, as a character in this story, though he will not have an impact in the Dixie Republic’s politics. Instead, a new breed of characters has evolved, some that I had envisioned to be incorporated into last game. Nevertheless, I’d like to dedicate this story to Mr. Lizard, for his dedication in his games that have been hosted, and wish him further luck in this game, and others he will host.

Following the election of 2200, and his oncoming inheritance of the Dixie government, President-Elect Michael Boulder designated his first official “cabinet” meeting. Rather than the entirety of his official cabinet-to-be, however, he invited many of his informal advisers and associates. When asked (off the record, of course) why these highly valued individuals were not officially on his cabinet, the President replied, “I don’t want it to get to their heads.” The President believed in having a wide-pool of colleagues to act as advisors, in both the Presidency and in other austere life goals; he also believed that those acquittances should never truly understand how important they are to you.

With that idea in mind, he looked for a suitable location for his administration’s first meeting. He wanted to avoid all the formalities and precedence that the office forces upon her most humble of holders; he also wanted to have a good time. He knew a businessman, by the name of James Horace Strawberry, who might provide suitable hospitality for the meeting. Mr. Strawberry (who always wished to be called Captain, for his service in the Army; somehow, he always disregarded the silly and ridiculous connotations that the name Captain Strawberry held) was a successful executive in the robotics industry, and had made a fortune in the that pursuit. He wished to enter the world of politics, for the thrill of it mostly, but never seemed to capitalize on the unique drive that his last name would provide for the voters; therefore, he preferred to stick just outside the political circle, with his ear on the door, listening intently for the latest news and gossip.

Now, that’s all well and good of course, and President Boulder might have been doing Captain Strawberry a favor; but the real reason why he wished to pay the Captain a visit was because of the new venue the Captain had just opened: a state-of-the-art casino, called the Dixie Darling, located just outside New Orleans. The President, like most men of Dixie, knew that the best environment for a meeting involved cards and drinks. “Make it so!” the President-elect ordered, and the Captain was more than happy to oblige. The buy-in was set at a million dollars, and Captain Strawberry even offered to match the winnings of the players by fifty percent, on the house. Not a bad deal at all.

The list of invitations was short, for you can only fit eight or so men at the poker table. The Vice President, of course, was invited, which meant that two seats were already filled. The Chief of Staff of the Dixie Army was a notoriously good poker player, so he received an invitation; besides, they needed a military man there, anyways, and “Captain” Strawberry didn’t quite fit the bill. Speaking of Strawberry, he needed a seat too, for the host couldn’t be shunned from the card game, and he would be a good connection to the corporate sector. With four seats left, the President invited the Director of the International Intelligence Division, for he assumed that the head spy in the Republic must have a good bluff. He also invited the Secretary of the Interior, for he was a wiseguy, and could crack some good jokes. The Secretary of State was invited, too, but more so out of necessity than initiative. Finally, the President invited the quarterback of the Richmond Eagles to fill the final seat, because the football player had a quick mind and would make a good politician; besides, the President was a fan of the Eagles, and wanted to make sure the Eagles were destined to win a championship ring in next year’s big game.

The casino itself was beautiful, built like an anti-bellum plantation mansion. It was the grand opening of the casino, so the lines outside the heavy doors stretched out past the curved VIP driveway down to the regular parking area. None of the guests, however, knew the President-elect was to arrive that night; their surprise was total, and as soon as the first cry of, “Boulder!” was heard, the crowd cheer ecstatically, clapping and roaring with approval.


President-Elect Michael Boulder (center) arrives at the casino with his posse.​

Casino security was assigned to hold the crowd at bay as the President entered the casino. No expense had been spared in the construction of the venue, as the entranceway featured a marble floor with ornate columns stretching up to the high ceiling above. Captain Strawberry was there, plump and child-faced as ever, gloating in his moment of fame. “Come, come!” he chirped, “We have a separate room in the back.”

No sooner had he said that, the crowd burst through the doorway, snapping pictures and flooding the President with praise. “I voted for you!” shouted one supporter, to which the President replied, “I hope you did!” Security managed to curtail the mob’s advance and redirected them to the casino proper, as Captain Strawberry led the President to the playing area.

By this time, several of the other guests had arrived. Captain Strawberry rounded them up cheerfully and led them all, like a tour guide, to the designated table. It was in a separate room from the casino itself, located slightly below the main area; it featured full soundproof glass walls, which allowed spectators to watch the event from the casino proper. The bar was well-stocked, as per Captain Strawberry’s duty, and several cameras broadcasted the game to the spectators above for an easier view.

After greeting each other, the men found their seats, already assigned the exact value of poker chips, and began the meeting.

Each man was dealt his two cards, face down; since the night had just started, each checked in order to listen to the President’s opening remarks.

“Gentlemen,” he began, “I’d like to set the tone to foreign policy. We’ve all been seeing the events in Europe unfolding like an avalanche, and the recent war in California is also disconcerting.” He paused to look at his hand. A Two of Spades and an Eight of Hearts. Bah. “Both have interesting political agendas assigned to them, and may have similar questions regarding their intent.”

The Flop was dealt. A Six of Spades, a Jack of Spades, and a Two of Diamonds.

The Secretary of State spoke first. “I’m not sure this Grand Coalition has the authority to be making demands. I think it sets a bad precedent.” He made the first bet – five thousand dollars.

“They have the force to back it up,” General Duke, chief of staff of the Dixie Army, replied. He called.

“It’s unbelievable that the Coalition has so many members,” Captain Strawberry added. “Hopefully this doesn’t represent a long-term alliance bloc.”

“Hopefully,” the Secretary of the Interior said, “it doesn’t represent a pro-Russian bloc. The Russian Republic of Russia has more than enough scumbags to fill the world; we don’t need more of them.” He folded.

“The Russian Republic of Russia,” the President chuckled, and the table broke into a laugh. He pushed five thousand dollars to the center of the table.

The Turn was a Four of Hearts.

The Director of the IID, James Bound, spoke next. “I think this Coalition should not represent itself as a single entity. There’s too much risk of a cascading alliance system that leads to broad conflicts.” He checked.


Director of the International Intelligence Division, James Bound.

The President replied, “I don’t understand why they are standing up for the Russians. They caused this to happen in the first place. Now, the Norse actions elsewhere may be questionable, but their moves in Finland shouldn’t be labeled as evil.” He checked.

The quarterback interjected, “I doubt the Norse can stand up to the Coalition’s demands. They have too much power in numbers.”

Everyone checked; the River was a Seven of Hearts. The bets were raised to twenty thousand dollars, forcing all but the Secretary of State and the Quarterback out of the running. They each revealed their cards; the Secretary had a pair of Jacks, but the Quarterback had a six and seven in his hand.

“Rivered,” the Secretary sighed before ordering a drink.

The hands continued as the discussion heated up, each man skeptical of the Coalition’s goals. “I still think a war of intervention is a war of aggression,” Captain Strawberry said, as he puffed on a cigar.

“Maybe,” the President retorted, “but as it stands there’s not much we can hope to do to sway their ideas. Europe’s been a cess pool of war and conflict for centuries. Not much is going to change now.

“Which leads to the California question.”

The flop was a Three, a Four, and an Ace, all Diamonds.

The General chomped down on his cigar as he spoke. “I’ll be damned if that isn’t a war of aggression, and one that is much closer to home too.” He bet ten thousand dollars.

The Vice President muttered, “I’m surprised no one opposed the invasion. They’re letting the Californians waltz down the coast like it’s a vacation. We need to issue guarantees to the independence of the nations on this continent, or issue some sort of sanctions.”

The President shook his head. “Sanctions were never a serious threat. We don’t trade with the Socialists. I’m surprised the Fascist and Mormons were putting up with invasion, especially as the Californians claim to be spreading the revolution.” He sipped his beer.

The Director of the IID said, “I still think we need to be more prepared to face situations like that in the future. I’m not talking about California specifically, but I doubt we’ve seen wars of aggression end on any of the continents.”

The Secretary of the Interior pointed his cigar at the Director. “There’s no way our Dixie boys are marching across continents to foreign lands in the name of world security.”


“There’s no way..." claims the Secretary of the Interior.

The Director raised an eyebrow. “There’s more than one way to stage a defense. You saw what happened in Russia. Sleeper agents, active for forty years – forty years! – executed the prime sabotage of that war, which prevented Russia from running rampant across Europe. Battles are being fought every day in secret locations. Our intelligence defenses are strong, but others aren’t so lucky.”

The River was a Ten of Diamonds, virtually guaranteeing at least a flush or two; the Quarterback had the King of Diamonds, giving him the win.

As the night wore on, the topic turned to the Dixie Space Program.

“Final hand,” the dealer called, as he dealt each man his hand. The President was dealt a Six and Nine, both of Spades. The bets were high – the pot was already a hundred thousand before the flop – but since it was the last game, each man wanted a chance to win big.

The Flop was an Ace of Diamonds, a Five of Hearts, and a Seven of Clubs.

“I don’t see why we’re not spending more on the Space Program,” Captain Strawberry claimed, checking. “Imagine the riches the mineral wealth of another world could bring us. A monopoly!”

The President shrugged. “Yeah, well, I can imagine it. But it’s a race, much like the one centuries ago. The space program will need funding, and a lot of it, that’s for sure.” He checked.

The Quarterback bet ten thousand dollars. “Shouldn’t national security and economic growth be more important?”

General Duke raised another twenty thousand. “The military should be top priority for funding.”

“As you know, general,” the President replied, “the military has a big stake in the space program. Military funding won’t get cut any time soon.” He called.

The Turn was an Ace of Clubs.

The General checked. “Military funding is what has made this nation great. You can’t forget that.”

The Secretary of State bet ten thousand. “The foreign ambassadors I have spoken to indicate their space programs are a priority as well. There are many horses in this race.”

Everyone called. The River was an Eight of Clubs. A Five, Seven, and Eight – a straight for the President!

After a few checks, the President pushed five hundred thousand dollars to the center. “I have a feeling we need to go all-in on the space program to have a shot at competing with some of these other guys.”

Everyone promptly folded, except for the General, who replied, “My boys need to stay among the top of the world. You know that. And they need funding.”

“The Space Program will be our number two priority, behind the military.” The President paused before adding, “You calling, General?”

The General didn’t hesitate. “Always bet on Duke!” he boasted, and went all in: two and a half million dollars.

The President arranged his chips and pushed them towards the center. “Call.”

The crowd watching outside gasped, motioning to each other through the suspense. The pot was nearly six million dollars!

The President flipped his hand. “A straight, five to nine.”

The General sat, staring at the straight.

“Your hand, General?” the President prodded.

The General looked at his cards before speaking. “I have two pair,” he said before flipping his cards.

The President smirked, but the General quickly added, “But both of those pairs happen to be Aces.” The General flipped his hand: pocket Aces.

Amongst all the applause and excitement, the President ordered another whiskey, drinking it down before standing to shake the General’s hand. The General posed with his winning hand as the cameras flashed and cheering continued.


General Duke's winning hand.

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Truly great story Dread. I have to say, definitely one of the top ones I've seen you write, and considering all of them are very good.. that's something. And I love your characters thus far. Richmond Eagles? I can't help but feel they're really the Philadelphia Eagles, but with a southern twist. Of course, I do live near Philadelphia, so, it's expected.

Kozmos said:
OOC: My projects haven't moved in their time index.

EDIT: Fixed.

To: Chernorussiya
From: The Republic of Kiev


We take great pride in our position as essential arbiter of Eastern Europe. We have hated the Russians you have killed for many generations, and for awhile support your, and the Norse's war. However, we must express our dissatisfaction at the treaty you have presented. After all, Russia is not the only nation that is going to be effected by such a massive transfer of land. Perhaps something less drastic, involving Russia being able to keep St. Petersburg, and Moscow? We simply fear for the stability of the region. We do not condone these war mongers, and nor do we attempt to downplay your noble effort. But the ends you want, aren't entirely agreeable.
 
To: The Republic of Kiev
From: Chernorussiya


They are the main factor that unsettles the stability of the region. Such a massive transfer of land would indeed be troublesome if it was composed of a different ethnicity or language groups. This is more of an civil war reminiscent of the White and Red armies in the long past. We are willing to let them survive as a buffer zone between us and the rest of Europe, so they are checked for aggression by both sides. If they are truly intent on being a republic they would find that existing as a small trading state we proposed is best for such a government.
 
Ah yes, I moved it back to Wednesday, I thought I said that before. I should probably edit the front page though. :p
 
Hello, everyone! I've finally been accepted into this game. Let me start playing now.


To: Gran Colombia, Greater Guyana, the Carib League, the Antillean Confederacy, and Panama
From: Brazil


The government of Brazil is holding an international conference in our capital, Nova Brasília, to discuss our concerns about the growth of Western imperialism. We would like to invite you all to sent representatives to this conference so that we may work together to come up with a solution to this growing threat to our sovereignty.


To: Pope Magistris I
From: Brazil


We would like to publicly affirm our healthy relationship with the Mother Church. The ties between us have never been stronger. We hope, in the future, they will be even stronger.

To: Deseret
From: Brazil


We would like to assure the Deseret government that our Catholic nation is a place where others can worship freely if they so wish. We already have a sizable minority of Mormons in our major cities and we believe that through them Brazil and Deseret could become closer friends.

Also, we applaud your efforts to bring humanitarian aid to Southern California. Our foreign policies are very similar in that we only seek to help our neighbors.
 
To: Brazil
From: Gran Colombia, Greater Guyana, the Carib League


We will of course attend, though we make no further promises in regards to these talks.

To: Brazil
From: Panama, The Antillean Confederacy


No thank you, we're doing quite fine on our own.

To: Brazil
From: Magistris I


God bless the nation of Brazil. Yet another nation realizes that we are the true successor to the church!

To: Brazil
From: Deseret


We appreciate that. We are glad you a treating any Mormons that live among you with the respect they deserve.

Orders due on Wednesday
 
To: Dixie Republic
From: Franco-Germanic Empire


We do realize that war is often times necessary, such as the instance you mentioned. That war had justification, and while we will keep it in mind it appears that Chernorussiya is wrapping things up on that front. But anyway, that is quite different from many of the Norse's current actions. They have been killing, unprovoked, for the sake of their own power. And with nations like the Norse, with more power comes with a stronger thrist for even more power. Many in Europe felt that with the Norse's unpredictable aggression, any one of us could be next.

We also think your reference to a giant roving death squad isn't entirely accurate, as by all measures we wanted to avoid open conflict with the Norse as it would come at great expense to everyone involved. We are also by no means roving, as this Norse incident is the sole purpose of the coalition. Once the incident is resolved, the coalition's goal will be acheived, and the coalition will no longer be needed. But still, we agree with your sentiment in that we hope to keep a loss of life to a minimum.
 
Imperial News Copenhagen -- His Majesty's Address
<Henric III> Citizens of the Imperium! I have never told you that it would be easy. I have never told you, that there would be no hard times. Indeed! I have told you that what I promise you is blood, and toil, and sweat. But blood, and toil, and sweat, for your nation! Blood, and toil, and sweat for Christ! We are a nation beset by enemies. Enemies of truth! Enemies of progress! Enemies of all that is right and good in the world. But we are not cowards. We will stand, and we will fight, and it is God's will that we shall win! You are all doubtless aware of the status of the international community's latest enemy, the "Coalition Against Norse Aggression". In my capacity as Emperor, I declare the nations within that organization persona non grata. We will hold no further negotiations with them until they accede to the rightful and just demands of this Imperium. Therefore, we find ourselves today in a state of war with the members of the unlawful coalition, designed as an international hitsquad to force the unjust, decadent order of the Franco-German Empire upon first Scandinavia, and then the world. I call on all of you to take up arms, in defense of this great nation. War is the highest calling to aspire to as a country, as a person! War is a science. War is an art. War is the fullest exhortation of the national consciousness and identity. Glorious death on the battlefield is what God requires of you, citizens! We march, not only for ourselves, but for the freedom of others. We go to war, so that all men may be free, as you, citizens, are free. And how the enemy would wish you not to be free. Service to Christ, service to country; you must all remember in this, our darkest hour, is the highest calling a person can hope to achieve. And now, I speak to the members of this "Coalition Against Norse Aggression".

<Henric III> Let it be known, we have taken every step, to negotiate with you as equals. We have respected the intentions behind your demands, admittedly admirable, or so we had thought. We meet you on the battlefield, not because we seek the path of violence against you, but because we have discovered through negotiation that your demands are unreasonable, your position untenable. First and foremost, we revealed that our reasons for war against the Sapmi were several: the Sapmi have proven themselves an obstacle to trade and commerce in Scandinavia. They have impeded the transport of Norse businessmen and goods, both through unreasonable tariffs and taxes levied on Norse goods, and physically preventing our well-dealing merchants, honorable countrymen all, from doing their business within the Sapmi Republic. They have abused Norse nationals, and stood against the rightful achievement of Norse international policies as laid down by my government. In our every dealing with the Sapmi Republic, we have worked as best we could to be fair, as we have worked as best we could to be fair with you and your fellows in the coalition. But we have seen that your terms are ridiculous, the predication for them built upon slander and lies against myself, my government, and most egregiously the Norse people and nation, and we cannot accept them. Since you refuse to comply with our most reasonable terms and conditions, we find ourselves in a state of war against you, of your own making. Your ultimatum is a farce, and you are liars and cowards, all of you. You disgust us. I remind you all of what we so generously offered you:

1. The cessation of Norse territory in the Baltic states, as distributed to the nations inhabiting that region as considered most beneficial and necessary by the coalition's members.

2. Reparations for damages existing and potential upon trade, commerce, and quality of life in our most righteous war of justice and liberation against the Sapmi Republic amounting up to 5,000,000,000 stadtmarkes (EP).

3. Observance, from all nations making up the coalition, on the just, humane and fair way in which the Norse Imperium's armies conduct their war against the Sapmi Republic.


<Henric III> But these, extremely generous terms, were not enough for the "Coalition Against Norse Aggression", who have summarily rejected our terms, informing us that failure to "comply" with their "ultimatum" will result in a declaration of war. Then I say, let there be war! And let there be terrible, agonizing death in great numbers! For I, Henric III, Emperor of the Norse, Supreme Authority of the Norse Church, Pontiff of Copenhagen, King of Denmark, Sweden and Finland, am the arbiter of Scandinavia. And my government will determine the position, sovereign or otherwise, of all who inhabit it. And now I am to be arbiter of Europe, for like Charlemagne, I will liberate the people of Franco-Germany from destitution, from intolerance, from decadence and slavery. As if you, the so-called coalition against aggression, could force us to accede to your ridiculous "terms". I speak for myself, for my government, and for my people, when I say that we shall personally see that millions of your young men and ours go to their deaths on the battlefield before a single foreigner touches their unworthy boot on Scandinavian soil. This I vow, in sight of God and man! It shall be so.

<Henric III> Traitors, cowards, members of the "Coalition Against Norse Aggression", until you recant your conditions, I promise you that only the dead have seen the end of war. We will ruin you. So I call on all members of the international community to damn this unprovoked aggression by the part of the members of the coalition against the person of this great nation, the Norse Imperium! Contribute all you can to the effort to bring freedom, justice and liberty as enjoyed by the citizens of the Norse Imperium, to these godforsaken countries. It is the will of God. You have displeased Him, and as His instrument, I will bring about your destruction. May He, in His infinite wisdom, have mercy on your immortal souls. I close this address with an appeal to the following.

Heads of state, legislators, and other persons that make up the government of the Kingdom of Poland. We took every consideration for your desires and goals as a nation, in our righteous war against the Russian Republic. We see this good faith in your reliability as an ally to our cause, as a friend to the Norse people and the Imperium, was misplaced. Every day you remain in this unlawful coalition is another day we rue the moment we offered our hand to your people in friendship. You have bitten the hand that fed you, and now you will suffer for it.

People of Norway. Your government has committed you to a war you cannot win, against a nation that has long been your neighbor and friend. Not so long ago, one of my illustrious predecessors as Norse Emperor, drew up a territorial agreement that created the foundation for what he in his wisdom must have thought solidified friendship between the Norse Imperium and Norway for perpetuity. Like our trust in Poland, we see our friendship and good will was misplaced. Every day you remain in the coalition is a day we regret treating you as a friend or equal. We call on you, as good practitioners of the Norse faith, to implore your government to end its involvement in this unlawful war as executed and led by the cowards who lead the Franco-Germanic Empire, or overthrow such an unlawful regime that would comply with the desires of such miserable traitors to international law.

Service to Christ, service to your nation, citizens. It is the highest calling. We shall break the enemies' armies, as we shall break their resolve. As Saint Conan said, what is best in life is to drive your enemies before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.

DEUS VULT
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Celebrations throughout Japan following the purchase of Siamese Taiwan


After news had reached the Empire's cities that the Imperial Government had bought Siamese held Southern Taiwan for a sum of 238 Million Yen (3 Million $), massive celebrations were held throughout the Empire's largest cities, Toyko, Osaka, Taipei and the Southern Taiwanese City of Tainan in particular were noted for their large and rowdy Pro-Japanese Celebrations. Japanese citizens of all ages, sizes, and creeds showed up to these rallies and cheered on the great success that their nation had just achieved. Shortly after the purchase was announced the Emperor was broadcasted onto all the country's television stations and marked this year the "beginning of our nations growth as a true Empire and power, we shall become a power in the Pacific and Asia never seen before, we shall surpass The Japanese Empire of old and become even more powerful and rich. Finally we have done a great justice to the Taiwanese, finally their beloved island is united under our banner, Long live the Empire! " the speech was met with grand reception and March 27th the date of the transfer of Siamese Taiwan into Japanese hands is to be marked as a national holiday "Empire Day" to celebrate and recognize the great successes that the Empire, The Emperor and it's people have achieved.
 
To the Franco-Germanic Empire, the Norse Imperium, & the Grand Coalition
From President Michael Boulder and the Dixie Republic

I am willing to put forth my candidacy as an arbiter to find a peaceful solution to this current crisis. No one wishes to see another Great War in Europe, one that threatens millions of lives. I invite you to Richmond for a peace conference, where we can all watch a football game, have a few drinks, and talk this problem out.

There is no satisfactory outcome if this war was to occur - you'd either get cut, get stuffed, or get shot. Peace must prevail!

 
As the storm clouds began to gather, General Dag sat in his chair thinking If we do pull through with this war, we will surly be killed by the Imperium. But, if we pull out now, then the Coalition will hate us. Man, I really do hate times like these.....

"Um sir." Private Mads said. "The Prime Minister has invited you to join the delegates in a closed door meeting about this upcoming war."

"God damn Private! You nearly made me fell out of my chair! Next time go knock would ya!" Note to self: Fire that private the next time he barges in. Said the General.

"Um sir?" Said Mads.

"Oh. It's nothing. Tell the PM that I'm coming" (against my better judgement). The General said, saying the last part under his breath.

"Will do sir." Said Mads.

------------------------------------------------------------- 3 hours later at the meeting.

"... We can not allow that! It is too risky to launch a sneak attack against Russia!" Said Foreign Minister Borg.

"Well, then what do we do? We need more land, and more land means more production!!! The Russians are hated throughout the world, and us finishing them off now would be the best thing for us and the Coalition right now!" Congressmen Boone said.

"Alright. I've herd enough!" Said Prime Minster Olaf. What do you think General?

"Well, seeing as we are caught between a rock and a hard place: I say that we wait a year, and then if the Imperium does not meet the demands of the Coalition, then we attack. But, it is tough, because we all know that coming into this war is suicide for us and our people. If we could pass a national draft, then who knows? But, if Congress is still the idiots that the are (even rivaling that of the idiotic nature that was the US Congress), then we will be killed!" Said General Dag.

"Very well General. I have made my decision: I shall go with the General's plan of wait and see. Now, I shall speak with the public on this important matter. Meeting finished."

---------------------------------------------------------------- Next day at the Olso Capital Building

"Countrymen! Do you know why we are fighting this war? It is that we are fighting this war to free our brothers in Finland! Yes, I know you may have doubts that we can be victorious, but let me assure you: the Coalition will be victorious in this war! And after that, who knows? But, one thing that I will guarantee is our freedom! My countrymen, let me say this again: our brothers: the Finns, are being put down, and being killed! We must support this rebellion so that one day, many years from now: Scandinavia will be one nation. But, it shall be through peace! But, my countrymen, war makes peace become a reality! Have you not been told the old legends of the World Wars? Those are great examples of what I am talking about! The United States entered the Second World War because they were attacked! And the end result was peace! Peace, my friends, is the answer! The reason that we are fighting this war is that our brothers are being attacked. And even if that means attack our own brothers, then so be it! So, I end this speech with this quote from the legendary American president John F Kennedy: ' ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.'"
 
From: Norse Imperium
To: Dixie Republic

We have already sat at conference with the Franco-German Empire, and presented our most just, rightful, and reasonable terms, which they summarily snubbed. We will accept no treaty that brooks foreign interference in Scandinavia, and therefore until such a time as the Franco-German Empire and their fellow sniveling rodents in the "Coalition Against Norse Aggression" accept our right to determine the sovereignty and lack thereof of Finland (as recognized by the Treaty of Helsinki, signed by one of their members, the traitorous Kingdom of Poland) and Sapmi Republic (as we demand by force of arms) we consider ourselves in a state of righteous and holy war against them.

Corruption, decadence, and treachery are the problem, and glorious death is the solution.
 
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