qoou
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*sigh*, Stormbringer's comment was in the context of ABNW. He wasn't talking about socialist countries in IRL, that unfortunately were not very Trotskyist but dictatorships.
A Brave New World Part 2
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*sigh*, Stormbringer's comment was in the context of ABNW. He wasn't talking about socialist countries in IRL, that unfortunately were not very Trotskyist but dictatorships.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
Has anybody noticed the Balkan League?
Jason The King
Deity
Virginia applauds the peace treaty signed by the Gulf Alliance and Georgia. Now if only we could get such diplomacy to work in the Middle East...
I was speaking in context in ABNW too. Didn't say they started the wars, just said they always seem to form from war.
EDIT - and the 'we' was Italy in my statement.
Book Budda
Industrial Athelete
OCC: The way it sounds is that the Balkan League wont last an update...
qoou
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My sincere apologies then; sorry for not noticing that your comment was IC.
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
To: Russia
From: Serbia
Fine. Try to shove democracy down our throats. The monarchy shall stand.
From: Serbia
Fine. Try to shove democracy down our throats. The monarchy shall stand.
qoou
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We do not mean to destroy your system of government; we are simply ensuring that the people living in your countries are not needlessly oppressed. If the people want a monarchy, they will have one. If you are indeed a just king, why fear what would ultimately be only a confirmation of your justness?
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
We do not oppress our people. There have been no revolts demanding a republic. We withdrew due to the fact that you would change our government. Heck, the people would have less stability in your protectorate in fear of you taking us over.
To: Russian Imperial Federation
From: Others of the Balkan League
We will support our Serbian friends, we refuse to cede any power to the socialist rabble.
From: Others of the Balkan League
We will support our Serbian friends, we refuse to cede any power to the socialist rabble.
Ah yes, we are rapidly approaching the update once more this is the 32-hour warning
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
EQ did you get the tech trade info that was outside my orders?
@luckymoose, yes.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
@EQ: I notice the Nationalists have no navy. Given as I am to understand that no battles took place yet, the Nationalists should have at most 6 Destroyers, 3 Light Cruisers, and 4 Submarines. This is by no means your fault, I did not appropriately list them in my orders (I did but in the wrong place).
qoou
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Socialist rabble? We are not supporting socialism, just the fair and just treatment of all people!
OOC:
Of course, justice and fairness are not the same as equality. In fact, to draw a parallel to OTL USA, Russia right now is just entering the progressive era and leaving the gilded age behind, so in fact the inequality socialists oppose so much is still somewhat widely accepted...
Jason The King
Deity
Statistics for the Suez war:
Ottoman Empire: 593 Infantry Brigades, 7 cavalry, 93 Artillery Brigades……..108EP
Egypt: 177 Infantry Brigades, 4 artillery…….19EP
Netherlands: 188 Infantry Brigades, 9 artillery, 4 destroyers…….25EP
Virginia: 146 Infantry Brigades, 2 Cavalry Brigades, 22 Artillery Brigades, 6 Tank Brigades…….38EP
Persia: 114 infantry brigades, 41 artillery brigades…..33EP
Arab: 7 infantry, 5 cavalry, 1 artillery……..3EP
Greece: 68 infantry, 5 artillery………10EP
Allied: 109EP
Ottoman+Egypt: 127EP
The war has been going on for 6 years.
Ottoman Empire: 593 Infantry Brigades, 7 cavalry, 93 Artillery Brigades……..108EP
Egypt: 177 Infantry Brigades, 4 artillery…….19EP
Netherlands: 188 Infantry Brigades, 9 artillery, 4 destroyers…….25EP
Virginia: 146 Infantry Brigades, 2 Cavalry Brigades, 22 Artillery Brigades, 6 Tank Brigades…….38EP
Persia: 114 infantry brigades, 41 artillery brigades…..33EP
Arab: 7 infantry, 5 cavalry, 1 artillery……..3EP
Greece: 68 infantry, 5 artillery………10EP
Allied: 109EP
Ottoman+Egypt: 127EP
The war has been going on for 6 years.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
The roar of the artillery could be heard for miles. François de La Rocque understood that the guns were English; they certainly weren't coming from Paris. He ran for cover.
As if on cue a shell struck not meters away, on the other side of a black car. The car was shredded by the shrapnel - and La Rocque became dizzy and suddenly lost his footing. He hit the ground with a thud. “Shell shock,” he thought, dully. Realizing the guns kept sounding, he got as far up as he could and forced himself behind a trash can.
When the shells stopped landing nearby, he started breathing again. Further down the street he could hear English shouts, answered by a French machine gun position. La Rocque brought his rifle to bear. He waited for his sergeant's instructions but they never came. That's right. He was blown up by an artillery shell, just like the rest of La Rocque's squad.
La Rocque looked around him. It was early morning and the English were pushing already. He noticed, suddenly, the French machine gun had stopped. He gulped.
Towards him, up the street, a soldier was trying to make an escape. “Les Anglais viennent! Les Anglais viennent!” he shouted, and suddenly hit the ground and never stood up. The British were coming, indeed.
La Rocque looked from behind his strategic trash can and saw an English squad of infantry making way. They were dressed in a drab alternative to the traditional redcoat, it was much more streamlined. They did to their uniforms what the French did to theirs. It contrasted nicely with the navy blue of the French uniform. Well, not so much nicely.
From a building, several French riflemen suddenly opened fire on the squad, who barely had the time to seek cover behind a nearby overturned car. In the distance, artillery fire could be heard again. One Englishman hit the pavement just before he got to cover. “Poor bastard.”
It wouldn't be enough, though. These were the Queen's finest fighting for the capitol, here. All that defended were the barely trained French conscripts – a title which belonged to La Rocque as well.
He could see he had a clear flanking position to the English, now. He aimed his Lebel and fired, worked the bolt, and fired again. One of the men's heads exploded as the bullet tore through it – a sickening sight at any degree of experience.
This drew the attention of the squad who now trained their rifles on him. Bullets ricocheted off the trash can and the nearby metal lamppost.
Suddenly the street was filled with gouts of dust and rock as more shells fell. He could hear the Brits swearing as they held their tin helmets close and the French position in the building fell silent. What kind of crazy army hits its own troops?
The French answer fired off from the center of the city shortly after, smoting a walking ruin at the farthest end of the street. La Rocque's eyes were drawn to the explosions, and he realized with horror that the English position was being reinforced - several men in red uniforms were making their way up the street. The men in the building must have noticed this, too, because he could hear orders for retreat being called in French. He figured he better follow suit. He sprinted out from behind the trash can up the street and around the near corner. A bullet whizzed by him, just behind his head. The hairs on his neck stood up.
About fifty yards down the street, thickly populated on both sides with buildings, almost all of them residential, was company headquarters. It was pounded hard but the fleur de lis still flew from the mast positioned outside, so it was still reliable. Behind him he could hear the artillery was letting up so he ran harder still. The British were closing in.
He made it in time but had the distinct feeling the English were making their way up the street. This feeling was confirmed for, when he looked back, he saw the same English squad, and another, and another, breach the turn. La Rocque almost jumped a mile in the air when he heard a machine gun very close nearby open up, desperately trying to mow them down before they could escape its flying plugs of iron. Of course he didn't notice it, it was camouflaged. Looking more closely, he saw that there were many machine guns nearby, with makeshift flak awnings and positioned inside commandeered cars which had metal plates stuck on them. “There's an idea,” La Rocque thought, “Putting armor on cars.”
He walked into headquarters as the machine guns pounded the English furiously. La Rocque jumped again when the Major barked at him.
“What's your name?”
“Sir! I'm Private François de La Rocque, sir Major sir!” La Rocque spluttered. He figured he didn't impress the Major by saying it with all the zest and assurance of a Dane at Catholic mass, and this supposition was confirmed by the way the Major's eyes narrowed.
“Private,” the Major began slowly, “Where the hell is your squad?!”
“Sir! They were terminated by enemy artillery, sir!”
“Tell me, Private,” the Major continued, “Did your squad ever make contact with the enemy?”
“No, sir! We were struck right on the corner of Louis and Charlemagne!”
“God damnit, Private, how the hell are we going to keep the damn Limies out of Paris if we get killed before we even get a chance to shoot back?” La Rocque didn't suppose the Major was asking him directly so didn't answer.
It was indeed a rhetorical question and the Major sighed a heavy sigh. “Go see the supply officer and tell him you need a new damn squad.” He summarily stalked off.
La Rocque plodded over to the supply officer who stood up, transformed into Georges Clemenceau, and stabbed him in the heart.
François de La Rocque woke up with a jolt.
As if on cue a shell struck not meters away, on the other side of a black car. The car was shredded by the shrapnel - and La Rocque became dizzy and suddenly lost his footing. He hit the ground with a thud. “Shell shock,” he thought, dully. Realizing the guns kept sounding, he got as far up as he could and forced himself behind a trash can.
When the shells stopped landing nearby, he started breathing again. Further down the street he could hear English shouts, answered by a French machine gun position. La Rocque brought his rifle to bear. He waited for his sergeant's instructions but they never came. That's right. He was blown up by an artillery shell, just like the rest of La Rocque's squad.
La Rocque looked around him. It was early morning and the English were pushing already. He noticed, suddenly, the French machine gun had stopped. He gulped.
Towards him, up the street, a soldier was trying to make an escape. “Les Anglais viennent! Les Anglais viennent!” he shouted, and suddenly hit the ground and never stood up. The British were coming, indeed.
La Rocque looked from behind his strategic trash can and saw an English squad of infantry making way. They were dressed in a drab alternative to the traditional redcoat, it was much more streamlined. They did to their uniforms what the French did to theirs. It contrasted nicely with the navy blue of the French uniform. Well, not so much nicely.
From a building, several French riflemen suddenly opened fire on the squad, who barely had the time to seek cover behind a nearby overturned car. In the distance, artillery fire could be heard again. One Englishman hit the pavement just before he got to cover. “Poor bastard.”
It wouldn't be enough, though. These were the Queen's finest fighting for the capitol, here. All that defended were the barely trained French conscripts – a title which belonged to La Rocque as well.
He could see he had a clear flanking position to the English, now. He aimed his Lebel and fired, worked the bolt, and fired again. One of the men's heads exploded as the bullet tore through it – a sickening sight at any degree of experience.
This drew the attention of the squad who now trained their rifles on him. Bullets ricocheted off the trash can and the nearby metal lamppost.
Suddenly the street was filled with gouts of dust and rock as more shells fell. He could hear the Brits swearing as they held their tin helmets close and the French position in the building fell silent. What kind of crazy army hits its own troops?
The French answer fired off from the center of the city shortly after, smoting a walking ruin at the farthest end of the street. La Rocque's eyes were drawn to the explosions, and he realized with horror that the English position was being reinforced - several men in red uniforms were making their way up the street. The men in the building must have noticed this, too, because he could hear orders for retreat being called in French. He figured he better follow suit. He sprinted out from behind the trash can up the street and around the near corner. A bullet whizzed by him, just behind his head. The hairs on his neck stood up.
About fifty yards down the street, thickly populated on both sides with buildings, almost all of them residential, was company headquarters. It was pounded hard but the fleur de lis still flew from the mast positioned outside, so it was still reliable. Behind him he could hear the artillery was letting up so he ran harder still. The British were closing in.
He made it in time but had the distinct feeling the English were making their way up the street. This feeling was confirmed for, when he looked back, he saw the same English squad, and another, and another, breach the turn. La Rocque almost jumped a mile in the air when he heard a machine gun very close nearby open up, desperately trying to mow them down before they could escape its flying plugs of iron. Of course he didn't notice it, it was camouflaged. Looking more closely, he saw that there were many machine guns nearby, with makeshift flak awnings and positioned inside commandeered cars which had metal plates stuck on them. “There's an idea,” La Rocque thought, “Putting armor on cars.”
He walked into headquarters as the machine guns pounded the English furiously. La Rocque jumped again when the Major barked at him.
“What's your name?”
“Sir! I'm Private François de La Rocque, sir Major sir!” La Rocque spluttered. He figured he didn't impress the Major by saying it with all the zest and assurance of a Dane at Catholic mass, and this supposition was confirmed by the way the Major's eyes narrowed.
“Private,” the Major began slowly, “Where the hell is your squad?!”
“Sir! They were terminated by enemy artillery, sir!”
“Tell me, Private,” the Major continued, “Did your squad ever make contact with the enemy?”
“No, sir! We were struck right on the corner of Louis and Charlemagne!”
“God damnit, Private, how the hell are we going to keep the damn Limies out of Paris if we get killed before we even get a chance to shoot back?” La Rocque didn't suppose the Major was asking him directly so didn't answer.
It was indeed a rhetorical question and the Major sighed a heavy sigh. “Go see the supply officer and tell him you need a new damn squad.” He summarily stalked off.
La Rocque plodded over to the supply officer who stood up, transformed into Georges Clemenceau, and stabbed him in the heart.
François de La Rocque woke up with a jolt.
human-slaughter
brand new year
From: Texan Republic
To: Haiti
Will you relinquish control of Jamaica to our officials when we arrived? We have still not received word on your signing of the treaty. The entire alliance has signed obviously they do not see the threat of me conducting the elections our alliance agreed on.
To: Haiti
Will you relinquish control of Jamaica to our officials when we arrived? We have still not received word on your signing of the treaty. The entire alliance has signed obviously they do not see the threat of me conducting the elections our alliance agreed on.
Cynovolans
Not in my dimension.
To: Texan Republic
From: Haiti
It will be Haiti that supervises the creation of a government. These people have been oppressed by one white nation and it is obvious that another white nation stepping in would only cause more violence in Jamaica.
From: Haiti
It will be Haiti that supervises the creation of a government. These people have been oppressed by one white nation and it is obvious that another white nation stepping in would only cause more violence in Jamaica.
human-slaughter
brand new year
From: Texan Republic
To: Haiti
What experience does a nation like yours have in establishing a Democratic Government. The people of Jamaica deserve this from us, it is not about white vs. brown, it is about providing freedom and democracy to its people. It is the oppression of a highly centralized government that your "Empire" would bring to the island that we are trying to stop.
