A Brave New World Part 2

EQ@ Just curious, but should I get a +1 to my Air Force? My Air Force has done a fantastic job in the last two years against the UCNA Air Force and ground forces.

Missed this? It felt strange that my fighters would not be getting experience after 2 years of excellent work.
 
@germanicus: yes, but only two years nonetheless. Also excellent work has been not much more than having three times as many fighters as the enemy.
 
No problem, didn't realized I vastly outnumber his planes.
 
The following list is ranked by highest casualties to lowest.

The World Wars
# Of involved Governments: 63
Years: 1933-present
Total Casualties: 36,977,400

Chinese Civil War
# of Involed Governments: 19
Years: 1901-1930
Total Casualties: 16,606,200

Suez War
# of Involved Governments: 9
Years: 1908-1916
Total Casualties: 6,553,200

The Great War
# of Involved Governments: 37
Years: 1904-1907
Total Casualties: 5,637,400

Great South American War
# of Involved Governments: 13
Years: 1917-1921
Total Casualties: 3,523,100

Mexican Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 8
Years: 1908-1909
Total Casualties: 2,367,600

French Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 5
Years: 1913-1918
Total Casualties: 2,283,000

Anglo-Celtic War
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1906-1911
Total Casualties: 1,717,300

War of the Quadruple Alliance
# of Involved Governments: 5
Years: 1932-1934
Total Casualties: 963,000

The Balkans War
# of Involved Governments: 5
Years: 1913-1914
Total Casualties: 882,000

War of the Celtic Collapse
# of Involved Governments: 6
Years: 1917-1919
Total Casualties: 842,600

The Gulf War
# of Involved Governments: 8
Years: 1911-1912
Total Casualties: 800,000

Wars of the Ottoman Dissolution
# of Involved Governments: 4
Years: 1927-1929
Total Casualties: 549,500

Austrian War
# of Involved Governments: 4
Years: 1902-1903
Total Casualties: 385,000

Mexican-Indian War
# of Involved Governments: 5
Years: 1906-1907
Total Casualties: 382,500

The Ecuadorian Intervention
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1914-1915
Total Casualties: 380,500

Tennessee Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1913-1915
Total Casualties: 378,000

Honduran War
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1921-1926
Total Casualties: 365,000

The Moroccan Partition
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1928
Total Casualties: 274,100

Second War of Haitian Imperialism
#of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1933-1935
Total Casualties: 251,600

Greco-Serbian War
#of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1926
Total Casualties: 251,000

Miami Rebellion
#of Involved Governments: 4
Years: 1919-1920
Total Casualties: 233,500

First Peru-Bolivian War
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1900-1901
Total Casualties: 207,000

Kurd-Persian War
# of Involved Governments: 2
YEars: 1936-1938
Total Casualties: 190,000

Second Peru-Bolivian War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1907
Total Casualties: 184,500

Bolivian Rebellion
# of Involved Governments
Years: 1915
Total Casualties: 163,500

First War of Haitian Imperialism
# of Involved Governments
Years: 1928
Total Casualties: 160,100

Sauk-Fox War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1902
Total Casualties: 151,200

Ecuadorian Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1907
Total Casualties: 147,000

War of the Dutch Succession
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years; 1917
Total Casualties: 106,000

Afghan-Persian War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1919-1920
Total Casualties: 104,500

Texan-Louisianan War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1901
Total Casualties: 102,100

Colombian War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1909
Total Casualties: 95,000

The Tennessee Crisis
# of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1928
Total Casualties: 87,000

German Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1922
Total Casualties: 69,000

Cuban Civil War
#of Involved Governments: 3
Years: 1934
Total Casualties: 67,000

New France Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 2
YEars: 1923
Total Casualties: 66,000

Miami Annexation
# of Involved Governments: 2
YEars: 1900
Total Casualties: 61,500

Seminole Rebellion
# of Involved Governments:3
Years: 1907
Total Casualties: 54,500

Jamaican Rebellion
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1907
Total Casualties: 21,000

The Jamaica Crisis
# of Involved Governments: 6
Years: 1927
Total Casualties: 14,800

El Salvador Civil War
# of Involved Governments: 2
Years: 1917
Total Casualties: 9,000
 
That is correct.
 
Since of the silence, thought I'd spark a little activity. First of all, I'll encourage ya'll to write stories as before, with a war on, there's good chances for creativity. In fact, I'd suggest combining war stories with my earlier recommendation of looking at real life characters and events.

Lastly, we are rapidly approachign the fiftieth update, an achievement I rarely reach. To commemorate the occasion, I'm considering giving out awards. Now, i've only thought of two major awards, which I want ya'll to vote on, and this is important, in your next orders. If you're a lurker, feel free to send me a private message regarding voting, and I'll allow our persistent lurkers to nominate for other awards as well. Speaking of which, if you have a special idea for an award, please feel free to nominate someone for such via private message. Put some thought into this, and you don't need to make decisions right away, as we've got a good long time before update 50.
 
Since of the silence, thought I'd spark a little activity. First of all, I'll encourage ya'll to write stories as before, with a war on, there's good chances for creativity. In fact, I'd suggest combining war stories with my earlier recommendation of looking at real life characters and events.

Lastly, we are rapidly approachign the fiftieth update, an achievement I rarely reach. To commemorate the occasion, I'm considering giving out awards. Now, i've only thought of two major awards, which I want ya'll to vote on, and this is important, in your next orders. If you're a lurker, feel free to send me a private message regarding voting, and I'll allow our persistent lurkers to nominate for other awards as well. Speaking of which, if you have a special idea for an award, please feel free to nominate someone for such via private message. Put some thought into this, and you don't need to make decisions right away, as we've got a good long time before update 50.

1. I'll get a story up. Yay for three-day weekends.

2. You mean voting for people in the next orders, not voting for what awards should be given out, right?
 
Hugh should have retired by now, instead here he was co-ordinating a war against all odds and trying his best to keep England's skies free of the merciless French. He'd been with the Royal Airforce practically since its inception and had risen through its ranks slowly but surely. He was the first Commander-in-Chief of Fighter Command and his was doing his best to ensure he wouldn't be the last.

Klaxon alarms sounded announcing yet another French raid as his boys scattered to their planes. Hugh was not completely satisfied with the planes they had but it was better then nothing and would invariably have to do for now. The new planes he'd been instrumental in demanding the air force be supplied with were based on the Russian model and though it far outstripped the old Hlin Hugh still had doubts as to whether it could match the French. The production power of France was unrivaled by England and he knew countless more French pilots would be sent to bring death to his people before the war was out.

Hugh was confident that the French would not have an easy time. He'd prepared his men as best as he could and his tactics had been effective thus far at keeping the French at bay, though he knew the real battle would begin if Sweden and Russia were to fall. Though if that were the case concerns for victory would probably not be prominent. He'd promised the King when they had met that he would fight it out to the end and inspired by their glorious Monarchs speeches he would do just that. If the French and their rotten Celtic allies were to conquer England they would drench it in their own blood as payment.

Commander Dowding would not go down in the history books as a toothless old man, nor would his nation be known as a toothless lion. There was a lot of bite left in these old jaws and Hugh relished the task before him.

The Battle for England had begun.
 
1. I'll get a story up. Yay for three-day weekends.

2. You mean voting for people in the next orders, not voting for what awards should be given out, right?


2. I mean you can vote for people for the following two categories: Best Overall Player, Most Creative Player. Then if you feel that someone deserves some sort of special recognition, you can feel free to nominate them for such.
 
"Greetings Quakers", greeted the smooth voice on the radio.

"This is Jolly Jim broadcasting from wouldn't-you-like-to-know New Jersey and wishing all you Quakers a good afternoon. Isn't it just a lovely day today? I sure do think so. Too bad you poor Quaker bastards have to flounder in the mud all day. You know, sipping my Manhattan here and knowing that you fools are blowing yourselves to pieces makes me feel pretty good. In fact, I think every time a notable Quaker dies a national holiday should be declared."

"Well, I think its time for a little bit of music, don't you? Hows-about some lovely jazz music from across the pond. Here is a soothing tune to die to by Jac-"


"Oh c'mon" yelled a solder, "I wanted to hear the damned music!"

"No one turned it off, it just died." said another.

"Thats what you get when you use horsehockey Quaker radios, eh?" joked a third, followed by some minor chuckling.

Some of the soldiers left, leaving only two men huddled round the dead radio.

"Who is that guy?"

"Who? Claude? He's from 5th platoon."

"No no no no no. The guy on the radio, that Jolly Jim character."

"Not really sure, but I heard a rumor he's from north Jersey. You know, near Newark."

"Yea, makes sense. They basically run the country up there, why not run the radio too?"

"Meh. As long as its being run, I don't care if they do it in the f***ing Pine Barrens. I just wish we had a radio that worked for once, I'm getting tired of Jean Sebastian's accordion all day."

"Yep, and I'd listen to Jolly Jim till he gets shut down. Hell, I'd listen to him even if he ran a show where he talked about how to catch fish with wooden spoons. He just sounds that good."

"You could say that again."
 
I hate to do this during a war and an important update, but I'll be unable to send orders this turn as I am going out of town this weekend so I'll need to be NPC'd. I'm sorry about this and my lack of activity this past week, been kinda distracted away from my computer.

As for stories, I've been trying to think up one to write but I'm not good at starting them, lol. Once I get one started, though, it should be pretty easy for me to crank it out.
 
This'd be the 48 hour warning
 
I vote for me.

I vote for Moose as well. Fascism '10! :p

More on-topic: I will be on AIM for most of the time between now and ~3 PM Monday. I'll be accepting offers of surrender from any party involved in the World Wars.
Ah, it's just not the same, not having 10% of the world's GDP :p.
 
The deadline is my birthday, I request a most special update as a gift from you EQ.

Georgia celebrates the birthday of their glorious leader, the next day they are forced to surrender due to bankruptcy. :p
 
Part I

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Manoel Carvalho sat on the boards just above the mud in the trench. He would not be one of those who would get trenchfoot. He'd seen some of the horrors of men pulling off their boots to see that their foot was still in it, and he didn't plan to be one of them. The rainforest was perhaps the worst place to be sitting in a trench. Dryer North America would have been more hospitable, but the war in North America was over--for the SUSA, at least--so he didn't have that luck.

Had he been lucky, he'd be back working on the Ordenz Project. Or better yet, he would never have joined the Ordenz Project because there would not have been a war with the potential of a draft, and he'd still be at home on the piano, practicing a piece by Beethoven before the next concert. But of course, no such luck for him. The Venezuelans decided to attack the SUSA, and he, just as every other man in the trench, was left to be stomped on in the war between the giants.

But it wasn't all bad, right? After all, Manoel now had a soldiers training. When a shell fell, this time he instinctively fell to the ground to avoid the shrapnel, rather than getting some in the back. He still had the scar from that unfortunate incident. He no longer depended on other soldiers to protect him. He protected himself. Of course, with greater skill comes greater responsibility. He had a soldier's skill. That skill would be exercised quite frequently up here.

"Attack!" The call was heard throughout the trenches, but it didn't mean that they were to rise to attack. What it ment was that the Venezuelans were coming across the field between the trenches, and Manoel was charged with killing as many of them as he could. Manoel kept his head low, then rose quickly to see Venezuelans coming at him, running across the land between the trenches. Manoel raised his gun to his shoulder and started firing. Men all along the trench did the same. The poor Venezuelan soldiers had poor cover, and they shot at random, though it didn't do them much good. Venezuelan after Venezuelan fell to fire.

Manoel didn't think about the lives he was ending with each twitch of the trigger finger. He'd thought about that prior to this instant; thought about it quite often, actually. Men undoubtedly much like him were coming across the field to meet his bullet. He'd tried to rationalize it; someone else was pulling the trigger, not him. He was not responsible at all for this massacre. And the Socialists could just as easily sent him out of the trenches and to his own impending doom. He was just lucky enough that he was on the right side of the war, the side that didn't want to send men futilely to the other side to be shot. And after all, the Venezuelans he was shooting were responsible for their own deaths. They were a democracy, after all. Their government was chosen by them. They could have stopped it. It's their choice, really.

Nonetheless, he started to feel pain in the trigger finger. It didn't like to twitch any more. His eyes glazed over men's blood, and rather than looking at the product of what they had done they looked for someone else to do it to again. Avoiding it was much easier than facing it. Thus his eyes flickered all over the battle field, darting again and again to look for and to look away from. He didn't count how many he had killed. His orders were to kill as many as he could in as short a time as possible. He knew he was killing a lot; knowing you killed a lot is better than knowing you killed 42. "A lot" is vague; sometimes, two is a lot. "42" was specific, and he'd have to live with 42 ghosts asking him why he gets to live and why they don't.

The Venezuelans had taken heavy casualties, and their blood made more mud: red mud. Seeing them turn and run did not stop Manoel from shooting. He knew his orders. Kill as many as you could. He was not being a coward for shooting a man in the back. The officer was. He was just the appendage of the officer's orders. He was no more guilty than, say, his arm. So he kept shooting.

The "all clear" was sounded, and Manoel sunk back into the trench. He was hungry. He reached into his bag and pulled out a banana. One thing that was nice about bananas was that the skin could get wet without the meat getting wet. They were one of the safest foods to eat in the trench; he didn't have to worry about disease too much from one of them. Therefore they consisted most of his diet in the trenches. He peeled it and took a bite.

Aircraft started to rumble above. He knew the sound of the engine, and was glad that it was a friendly sound. They were Wasps, coming from the south to pound the Venezuelan trenches. He again was glad he was on the right side of the war: the planes attacked the trenches, not himself. If he went against the trench himself, he was as good as dead; a Wasp, on the other hand, did damage, even more than he did. Plus this was not blood on his hands. There was no doubt that someone else would be responsible for that.

He continued to eat his banana as the Wasps dived down on the Venezuelans, dropping their payloads. The explosions went on in the background as he threw the peel over the trench and reached into his bag for another banana. Let the giants wrestle, for a while. He was content to sit back, for now.
 
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