Gone with the war. Call it the civil disorder, robbery, destruction, whatever.
A Brave New World Part 2
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D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
Taking Prussia.
Circuit
Writing Letters
OOC: You were a good member of the ISCG and did your best. Wish you luck. But not too much. And take care of those Frenchies!
La Vie est L’Inferne
With a violent explosion, the young man was bodily hurled into the snowy trench. He grunted in pain, his arm shattered from a previous injury and bullet wounds in his right leg. He wore the white winter gear of the Métis army, but it was stained with blood and dirt, and now torn in many places. He was Lucien du Pré, a soldier of the Métis, barely into his 20th year. He had an unkempt, scraggly beard and messy, blond hair tinged with frost. Blood was seeping from him into the snow, further sullying its once-pure cleanliness. Slowly, in agony, he pulled himself along the trench, trying to escape... but it was too late. The last vestiges of the gas were upon him. His eyes burned as he pushed himself back upright, screaming in pain as his arm gave out again. His lungs burned, tears from his searing eyes frozen on his cheeks. Through blurry eyes, he saw another figure, breathing raggedly and splayed in the debris-strewn bottom of the trench. With a last two steps, he staggered towards the figure, then fell down beside him.
The soldier next to Lucien groaned.
“Who is it?”
Lucien looked over. The other man was of a stocky build, with native skin tone and close-cut black hair. It took him a second to recognize the figure. A man he had not seen in months, since the brief boot camp they had both gone through- it might as well have been a lifetime ago. His shut eyes oozed blood and a yellowish pus, and frostbite had set in on his nose and ears.
“My god... Bernard, is that you? It’s me-”
“Luc? Hell...” Bernard gave a fleshy cough, spitting up some blood, before continuing, “It figures that I’d run into you here.”
The two Métis laughed weakly. Luc shifted, wincing as he moved his arm into a more comfortable position. It was broken and bent at a horrific angle, but he couldn’t bring himself to set it. The pain was lessening now- was he growing to tolerate it, or was it shock... and blood loss. The reddish patch around his leg was no longer spreading- the cold would eventually cut off the flow. They rested, silently, each nursing their own grievous wounds. The world had gone strangely silent- most likely any survivors had already scattered, or fled north, on the long road to Fort Résolution.
After a few moments, Luc spoke.
“Can you see?”
“No... I can’t even open my eyes...”
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t feel pain, Bern. We all do.”
“Hah... you know me, I’m still invincible. I’m just resting.”
The two coughed out another dry laugh.
“Can you see, Luc?”
Through stinging and watery eyes, the young man surveyed the length of the trenches and the empty, blue sky above. Only his frequent blinking was preventing the tears from freezing together.
“Not much to see. Blood, snow and shi-”
“Do you hear something?”
“Virginians maybe? They’re too afraid to go near their chemical even with their damned little masks on. It’ll be at least a few more minutes before they show up.”
The silence returned, as the two considered the implications.
“So, we’re going to die then.” stated Luc, flatly.
“You maybe... you know that I’m impervious.” One of Bernard’s eyes twitched slightly, as if attempting to wink.
“What do you think’s going to happen?”
“To us? Well, I’m a good Catholic- can’t say about you though.”
“Yeah, but what’s going to happen to the world? For all I know, it’s going to end once I’m dead.”
“You’ve been reading too much of that German philosopher again.”
“By the sounds of it there’s not going to be any Germany left soon.”
“Or Sweden. Or lots of people.”
“All over the world- I wonder how many guys like us are out there right now...”
“They can worry about themselves Luc. The world’s walking straight into hell, and there’s not much left to stop it.”
Luc was now feeling very lightheaded. He tried to lift his good arm, but it wasn’t responding. He barely felt anything anymore, just a heavy, settling sense of inevitability.
“I’m going to miss my farm... and... oh God, I hope my mother’s alive.”
“It’d be a shame if your sister died too. Pretty girl...”
Luc didn’t bother mentioning that she was already engaged. His mind was slowing, drawing him ever closer to eternal sleep.
“I think... I’m go...”
“Oh, no! Don’t die before me Luc, I already had to go through thinking I was dying alone once!”
“I’ll try... you owe... me Bern.”
“In heaven, Luc. We’ll see each other soon enough- I’m sure I hear them coming now.
“Farm... mom...”
“Just a little longer Luc. Luc?”
“Hnn...”
The young Métis soldier moved no more, his eyes still staring wistfully into the distance.
“Luc?”
Bernard slumped back down onto the cold snowbank, thinking a quiet prayer for the man beside him. His world was dark and blind, surrounded only by pain and dull cold. Only the sound of crunching footsteps changed, growing ever closer. As they reached the top of the trench, they came to a distinct stop, and Bernard heard two voices conversing in English. They seemed to not notice him, or to have assumed that he was already gone.
“L’enfer.” he coughed out. The two Virginians spoke rapidly in inscrutable tones for a few seconds, before Bernard heard the sounds of two sets of boots land
“You par-lay in anj-lay?” spoke one Virginian in broken, horribly-accented French.
“Mangez ma merde et starter, connard.”
The Virginian who had spoken clearly didn’t know much more of the language than what he had previously spoken, and the two spoke briefly again. Bernard mentally crossed himself, and apologized for his obscenity similarly. Suddenly he felt the frigid metal of a bayonet plunge into his chest, withdrawing only to stab again. The pain was fading rapidly, and he knew he didn’t have much time left. He tried to speak a few last words, but could only gurgle. He heard a few more visceral noises, and imagined that they were doing the same to Lucien. As he withdrew into himself, and the last of his life drained away, Bernard wished his comrade well, and thought no more.
The two Virginian soldiers spoke quietly, then moved on.
With a violent explosion, the young man was bodily hurled into the snowy trench. He grunted in pain, his arm shattered from a previous injury and bullet wounds in his right leg. He wore the white winter gear of the Métis army, but it was stained with blood and dirt, and now torn in many places. He was Lucien du Pré, a soldier of the Métis, barely into his 20th year. He had an unkempt, scraggly beard and messy, blond hair tinged with frost. Blood was seeping from him into the snow, further sullying its once-pure cleanliness. Slowly, in agony, he pulled himself along the trench, trying to escape... but it was too late. The last vestiges of the gas were upon him. His eyes burned as he pushed himself back upright, screaming in pain as his arm gave out again. His lungs burned, tears from his searing eyes frozen on his cheeks. Through blurry eyes, he saw another figure, breathing raggedly and splayed in the debris-strewn bottom of the trench. With a last two steps, he staggered towards the figure, then fell down beside him.
The soldier next to Lucien groaned.
“Who is it?”
Lucien looked over. The other man was of a stocky build, with native skin tone and close-cut black hair. It took him a second to recognize the figure. A man he had not seen in months, since the brief boot camp they had both gone through- it might as well have been a lifetime ago. His shut eyes oozed blood and a yellowish pus, and frostbite had set in on his nose and ears.
“My god... Bernard, is that you? It’s me-”
“Luc? Hell...” Bernard gave a fleshy cough, spitting up some blood, before continuing, “It figures that I’d run into you here.”
The two Métis laughed weakly. Luc shifted, wincing as he moved his arm into a more comfortable position. It was broken and bent at a horrific angle, but he couldn’t bring himself to set it. The pain was lessening now- was he growing to tolerate it, or was it shock... and blood loss. The reddish patch around his leg was no longer spreading- the cold would eventually cut off the flow. They rested, silently, each nursing their own grievous wounds. The world had gone strangely silent- most likely any survivors had already scattered, or fled north, on the long road to Fort Résolution.
After a few moments, Luc spoke.
“Can you see?”
“No... I can’t even open my eyes...”
“You don’t have to pretend you don’t feel pain, Bern. We all do.”
“Hah... you know me, I’m still invincible. I’m just resting.”
The two coughed out another dry laugh.
“Can you see, Luc?”
Through stinging and watery eyes, the young man surveyed the length of the trenches and the empty, blue sky above. Only his frequent blinking was preventing the tears from freezing together.
“Not much to see. Blood, snow and shi-”
“Do you hear something?”
“Virginians maybe? They’re too afraid to go near their chemical even with their damned little masks on. It’ll be at least a few more minutes before they show up.”
The silence returned, as the two considered the implications.
“So, we’re going to die then.” stated Luc, flatly.
“You maybe... you know that I’m impervious.” One of Bernard’s eyes twitched slightly, as if attempting to wink.
“What do you think’s going to happen?”
“To us? Well, I’m a good Catholic- can’t say about you though.”
“Yeah, but what’s going to happen to the world? For all I know, it’s going to end once I’m dead.”
“You’ve been reading too much of that German philosopher again.”
“By the sounds of it there’s not going to be any Germany left soon.”
“Or Sweden. Or lots of people.”
“All over the world- I wonder how many guys like us are out there right now...”
“They can worry about themselves Luc. The world’s walking straight into hell, and there’s not much left to stop it.”
Luc was now feeling very lightheaded. He tried to lift his good arm, but it wasn’t responding. He barely felt anything anymore, just a heavy, settling sense of inevitability.
“I’m going to miss my farm... and... oh God, I hope my mother’s alive.”
“It’d be a shame if your sister died too. Pretty girl...”
Luc didn’t bother mentioning that she was already engaged. His mind was slowing, drawing him ever closer to eternal sleep.
“I think... I’m go...”
“Oh, no! Don’t die before me Luc, I already had to go through thinking I was dying alone once!”
“I’ll try... you owe... me Bern.”
“In heaven, Luc. We’ll see each other soon enough- I’m sure I hear them coming now.
“Farm... mom...”
“Just a little longer Luc. Luc?”
“Hnn...”
The young Métis soldier moved no more, his eyes still staring wistfully into the distance.
“Luc?”
Bernard slumped back down onto the cold snowbank, thinking a quiet prayer for the man beside him. His world was dark and blind, surrounded only by pain and dull cold. Only the sound of crunching footsteps changed, growing ever closer. As they reached the top of the trench, they came to a distinct stop, and Bernard heard two voices conversing in English. They seemed to not notice him, or to have assumed that he was already gone.
“L’enfer.” he coughed out. The two Virginians spoke rapidly in inscrutable tones for a few seconds, before Bernard heard the sounds of two sets of boots land
“You par-lay in anj-lay?” spoke one Virginian in broken, horribly-accented French.
“Mangez ma merde et starter, connard.”
The Virginian who had spoken clearly didn’t know much more of the language than what he had previously spoken, and the two spoke briefly again. Bernard mentally crossed himself, and apologized for his obscenity similarly. Suddenly he felt the frigid metal of a bayonet plunge into his chest, withdrawing only to stab again. The pain was fading rapidly, and he knew he didn’t have much time left. He tried to speak a few last words, but could only gurgle. He heard a few more visceral noises, and imagined that they were doing the same to Lucien. As he withdrew into himself, and the last of his life drained away, Bernard wished his comrade well, and thought no more.
The two Virginian soldiers spoke quietly, then moved on.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
EQ, I sent in orders for the next update. Sorry, I didn't say that on the forms I was banned. But, Orders in
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
Is the world comming to an end? Or is WW2 going to be a world wide disaster? I hope I'm not right. Alaska will take any action needed if we get involved.
OOC: Great update EQ. Rapturous read from start to finish.
IC-
To: Russian Federation
From: France
As the year wore on from its beginning and we prepared to dispatch forces to undo the Communists, we became soberly aware of a vast Socialist conspiracy brewing in the heart of the EAN, from Munich to London. We have documentation to prove - if you want, we can give it to you. But it became known to us that Germany and her allies had not only designs on France, but soon after would deign to destroy Russia herself. As you well know, our nations are the vanguards of capitalism and democracy. It was all we could do to tear down their sinister institutions before they could do us harm. If Russia is wise, she will look north, and note how close the Swedish border is to her capitol... they were at the cusp of war. Join us, and procure your own indefatigible security.
Jason The King
Deity
To France
From Virginia
The EAN was working with France in sending troops to fight the communists in North America but instead was backstabbed by France and now has to pull troops from the communist war. The Axis said they were going to help fight the communists, but instead backstabbed Louisiana and opened the door for the communists to roll into the eastern seaboard. These are the facts.
And you say the EAN is harboring a vast Socialist conspiracy?
From Virginia
The EAN was working with France in sending troops to fight the communists in North America but instead was backstabbed by France and now has to pull troops from the communist war. The Axis said they were going to help fight the communists, but instead backstabbed Louisiana and opened the door for the communists to roll into the eastern seaboard. These are the facts.
And you say the EAN is harboring a vast Socialist conspiracy?
SoldierChild
Anarchist
To France
From The Netherlands
We sent troops to fight against the commies, and you call us socialist. You have concocted many lies in the past that have gone unexplained. Invading Morocco with out any hard evidence, your death trains killing off thousands of innocent civilians. Now your backstabbing of the EAN, the killing of many innocent civilians with your Mustard gas. You rather tear the world apart then fight communism??? We that notion we suspect you are the ones harboring a vast socialist conspiracy and have aided the commies seeing as how your own member Georgia whom you have tried to help turned against its North American brothers in the fight against the commies.
We suggest the world look at Frances past and current actions and ask themselves if it is the EAN who are harboring a vast Socialist Conspiracy or is it the Co-Axial Pact
From The Netherlands
We sent troops to fight against the commies, and you call us socialist. You have concocted many lies in the past that have gone unexplained. Invading Morocco with out any hard evidence, your death trains killing off thousands of innocent civilians. Now your backstabbing of the EAN, the killing of many innocent civilians with your Mustard gas. You rather tear the world apart then fight communism??? We that notion we suspect you are the ones harboring a vast socialist conspiracy and have aided the commies seeing as how your own member Georgia whom you have tried to help turned against its North American brothers in the fight against the commies.
We suggest the world look at Frances past and current actions and ask themselves if it is the EAN who are harboring a vast Socialist Conspiracy or is it the Co-Axial Pact
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
From The Russian Federation
To France
CC The World
Were Russia a great fool we would believe your words. We here by place a trade embargo against France and all axis nations and we encourage all nations of the world to do the same. Until Axis forces remove themselves from EAN nations we will keep this trade embargo in place.
Remove your forces immediately.
To France
CC The World
Were Russia a great fool we would believe your words. We here by place a trade embargo against France and all axis nations and we encourage all nations of the world to do the same. Until Axis forces remove themselves from EAN nations we will keep this trade embargo in place.
Remove your forces immediately.
SoldierChild
Anarchist
To France
From Netherlands
Oh please do show your proof of evidence if you have any at all
To Russia
From Netherlands
We thank you for your support and i am sure the rest of the EAN does as well, we only hope the rest of the world follows your lead
From Netherlands
Oh please do show your proof of evidence if you have any at all
To Russia
From Netherlands
We thank you for your support and i am sure the rest of the EAN does as well, we only hope the rest of the world follows your lead
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To France
From Alaska
Don't tell shuch lies about the EAN. You dalibertly attacked them. You should be ashamed of your self for attacking the EAN and starting another globel war! If I will have to take action to this matter, I will.
From Alaska
Don't tell shuch lies about the EAN. You dalibertly attacked them. You should be ashamed of your self for attacking the EAN and starting another globel war! If I will have to take action to this matter, I will.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
I am taking Alaska if I didn't make my self clear before.
To: Netherlands, Virginia, Alaska
From: France
We are this world's salvation.
To: Russia
From: France
We are not your enemy. Indeed, we have never been. We have worked with Russia many times in the past and our corroborations have always been to the detriment of Socialism. Do not listen to these incompetent fools - we have rescued Europe. If Russia does not want to get involved, so be it, but we warn you that bringing the shears to the neck of France will only hasten your own demise.
From: France
We are this world's salvation.
To: Russia
From: France
We are not your enemy. Indeed, we have never been. We have worked with Russia many times in the past and our corroborations have always been to the detriment of Socialism. Do not listen to these incompetent fools - we have rescued Europe. If Russia does not want to get involved, so be it, but we warn you that bringing the shears to the neck of France will only hasten your own demise.
Kentharu
Zebra Commander
From The Russian Federation
To France
Our trade embargo will be maintained until France withdraws. That being said Russia will not involve itself militarily.
To France
Our trade embargo will be maintained until France withdraws. That being said Russia will not involve itself militarily.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To France
From Alaska
Who cares if your the world's salvation. right now, your doing much more harm than good.
From Alaska
Who cares if your the world's salvation. right now, your doing much more harm than good.
bestrfcplayer
Steppin' up!
To France
From Alaska
We to put a trade embargo on you for your internal actions against the EAN. We may need to take farther action if needed.
To EAN
From Alaska
We feel much pitty on you. We are sending this sympathic message to you as a sign that we will help you in any way needed.
From Alaska
We to put a trade embargo on you for your internal actions against the EAN. We may need to take farther action if needed.
To EAN
From Alaska
We feel much pitty on you. We are sending this sympathic message to you as a sign that we will help you in any way needed.
SoldierChild
Anarchist
To France
From Netherlands
Maybe I didn't make my self clear
Show proof of your evidence
once more in French "Preuve de spectacle de votre évidence"
and if its still not clear here it is in italian since they have been nursing from you since the end of the first great war "Mostrare la prova della sua prova"
ooc: i apologize if my french and italian are off(which i am sure is) haven't written in either since junior or senior year of highschool(4-3 years ago)
From Netherlands
Maybe I didn't make my self clear
Show proof of your evidence
once more in French "Preuve de spectacle de votre évidence"
and if its still not clear here it is in italian since they have been nursing from you since the end of the first great war "Mostrare la prova della sua prova"
ooc: i apologize if my french and italian are off(which i am sure is) haven't written in either since junior or senior year of highschool(4-3 years ago)
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