A Brave New World Part 2

Great update.

To Venezuela, Peru,
From Colombia


We propose the creation of a unified military command, to coordinate military strategies between our nations. Coordination will increase our military effectiveness and save the unnecessary loss of our brave soldiers.

To New England, Cuba
From Colombia

We request you grant us the the technical plans to allow the construction of your aircraft design. Superior air forces would better serve our cause against the socialists and would have prevented the destruction of our Zepplin Dreadnoughts.
 
Kling kling klang. Kling kling klang. The rise and fall of the sledgehammers were so well syncopated it would have made an orchestra conductor jealous. Had the chirps and squaks of the birds of the rainforest decided to join in and serve as a melody to the precussion of the metal hitting metal, said conductor would have thrown down his baton and decided he'd become a naturalist. But the animals of the Amazon did not decide to join in, and all there was of the song was the muted ringing of iron spikes as they were pounded into the railroad studs by sledgehammers in perfect four-four time. Kling kling klang, pause. Kling kling klang, pause.

Manoel Carvalho was a pianist before he signed on to the Ordenz Project. He'd only been in the Amazon for two weeks, so the musical tendencies stuck with him. Truth is, manual labor was not his thing, and the only reason why he was here was because...well, the odds of being drafted were less likely for Ordenz Project workers. But the fact that he was not accustomed to manual labor was something that his body reminded him of every night; war or not, it ached like the devil, and the wounds on his hands only reminded him that two weeks was not enough to toughen up.

Tonight, likely, would be especially painful. Strange how the Ordenz Project was working on a rapid pace. It seemed that the leadership realized that it wouldn't be long before the Project would be placed on hold for more "pressing" matters. Manoel did not fall out of beat as he swung the hammer over his shoulder and onto the peg to the meter. Much like a symphony; you don't fail to play a note, even if your nose itched. The sweat on Manoel's brow was starting to drip into his eyes, but he did not take a moment ot fall out of beat to wipe it off. Instead, he worked like a machine. Just because he wasn't in the army didn't mean that he wouldn't be treated like he wasn't in the army. The only difference between the army and the Ordenz project was that one had a higher likelihood to get shot in one and not the other.

But Manoel got his break with the cry of "Clear!". Manoel dropped his sledgehammer and ran. He was safe as the giant tree fell over the tracks. No wonder the birds weren't singing with the clanging metal. Their homes were being destroyed by the men who brought the precussion, and their own meter was being upset. Why would they cooperate with those who won't cooperate with them? Manoel had to admit that in this brief period of being in the rainforest, he had grown fond of it. He'd been in Rio de Janeiro for most of his life, never really coming into contact with the deep Amazon. Now that he'd seen it firsthand, he wondered whether all this development was really worth it.

Manoel looked on as workers came to remove the tree. It took some time, and he took advantage of the moment to rest. Soon he'd be working like a machine again in the army of industry, of advancement. But hey, at least you didn't get killed. He could be at the front, fighting the Venezuelans or Colombians, working hard not just because someone else told you to but also because if you didn't, you'd die.

Manoel didn't notice the whistle at first, but as men around him started to look up and gain a shocked look on their face, he decided he probably should do as the Romans do. He was glad he did. A shell was falling; it took only the length of a sixteenth note to comprehend that. He turned with the rest and ran away from it. It's whistle was soon accompanied by a loud thump!, as the great object hit the ground. Manoel was not a soldier, so he was unfortunate enough not to have gained the trait of reflexively falling to the ground. He paid for it with shrapnel in his shoulder blade. He was on the ground now, crying out, though his screems were less than the screems of other, less fortunate souls, who were now singing the song of death.

It didn't take long for men to rush out and place him on a stretcher. As he was eased on, he contemplated. He should have been miles from the front. The national leadership had sworn up and down that the Venezuelans would not get past Georgetown. Apparently, they were wrong. Dead wrong, though not as dead as the ones who suffered for them being wrong. Soldiers in green rushed past towards the edge of the rainforest.

Did he really save his life by joining the Ordenz Project? While being a soldier would have meant he was more likely to die, at least he would know how to protect himself. As a worker, he had no idea. He'd have to depend on those who knew how to make one scream so he wouldn't have to be one himself.
 
Here's the story so far.

Chapter 1 The Exeil

John Chavs III was reading the local paper when his main advicer came in.

" Sir it seems that we'll have to switch to democrecy to keep our country in order".

"So"? Said John as he got up to go play cetch with his friends

"Well, after your fauther got beheaded, it really angered Sweden. There about to go to war with us and the only way to call the war off would be to switch do Democrecy".

"What will happen to me and my mom then"? John said in a worried tone.

"Well... we'll have to exiel you both".

"Whaaaaaatttttt"? John said as if he was ready to die.

"You'll have to leave right away before this gets out of hand"!

"No, no, I will not go into exiel! I'm running away and never comming back"!

"Were will you go then"?

"I don't know. I think I'll go to New France". Said John as he headed out the door.

"You'll be found out! I'm sure of it!" Said John's now former adviser as John ran out of his sight...


Chapter 2 I run into my almost-death

After I ran for about 2 miles I came to this small backwater town called Lincon. It was nice and quiet, and after I was their for a while I met a person and he became my new best friend. His name was Darnell.

"So, John were's you parents"? I didn't know what to say exept I had to lie. I thought at the time that their were a whole lot of government agents trying to find me. So I said

" I'm a runaway fugetive from Lousiana".

Darnell told me how his Great, Great Grandfauther faught in the American Revolution and that his ansestors came from Britian. His family welcomed me with open arms, and I stayed their for about a week untill some government troops were looking for me. The next day when I woke up I saw that Darnell and his family were all killed from the 20 or so task force. Then they spotted me, and I ran out of their as fast as I could! After my only safe haven was burned to the ground (the whole town was gone in a matter of hours) I thought about what to next. Then I relized that my only chance in this world is in New York City! I started on my journey, but just as I got started I herd a shot and shells firing. I thought well, if I'm going to die, better make this quick. So I jumped out of my hiding spot and...

Chapter 3:My Not So Lucky Escape

After I had jumped out of my hiding place I dicided to run for my life! One of the solders called out to me
"Come back here crimanal!"

I ran as fast as I could dodgeing shells left and right. I didn't know if I'd ever get out of trouble. I was wrong! Just as I escaped one threat another one came just as the first one went! I suddenely found my self surrounded by allied and UNCA forces! I had to keep quiet, or I would get shot. It had to take about six hours to get out of that mess, but I got out of it anyway. Then I came to the city of Vancover. I knew I wouldn't be safe here so, I took the next train to the former United States. It took another 2 hours but I managed to get to Seattle with out being spotted. Until I got caught by one of the Middle School officals and came back to school! I spent the rest of the day at school and went home with a kid named Monty (hs real name was Montarrio). I stayed the next couple of days their before I rembered what I was their for! Then, just as I left, the solders came and found me by and held me captive! That night I thought what else could go wrong? And, as if anything couldn't get worse as it was already, it did get worse! It came from the cell next to mine, and when I went to look to se what was going on...

I know its not a long story yet, but at the end I'll have like 10 chapters, or I'll finish this story and put all the chapters together right before or after the update.

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The Fall of the Haitian Imperial Family
How Faustin III and his dynasty died in just one night.

Faustin III

His Majesty, Emperor Faustin III died a relatively peaceful death compared to his 3 children, and grandson. Already old and considered unfit to rule the Empire, he lost most of his power to his ambitious son, Henri, years before the Haitian Civil War. He despised being an old man and a figurehead. One day, very early in the morning, his children entered his bedchamber and gave him the sad news of the fall of Haiti he said something to his children that he had wanted to say for years,"YOU DAMNED SPOILED BRATS, YOU'VE FINALLY BROUGHT THE NATION TO HELL!".(He had much more to say, none of which is appropriate for forums.) After that outburst he had a stroke and shortly died. May the emperor rest in peace.

Jean

Jean was the most spoiled of Faustin's brats, also the youngest and most hated. Before the fall of Haiti he lived a pampered lifestyle that involved having numerous illegitimate children, spending money that wasn't his on luxuries like houses, cars, and women. His favorite past time was harassing the lower class, and anybody that spoke Creole, which he had no understanding of. After the Haitian Civil War erupted, Jean lost his luxurious lifestyle, and started to develop an insanity. In his insanity Jean started to imagine that he was not a Haitian prince, but instead the powerful loa spirit Ogoun. When the Cubans arrived at the palace, he said to the palace guards "My risen army of zombi, follow me into this glorious battle and let us gain victory and save the fellow zombis of Ayiti." The Cubans killed him quickly, his body was burned and forgotten about.

Celita

Celita was an angelic, beautiful, and kind hearted person. She was the only daughter of Faustin, and the middle child of the three. She was a devout and good-Catholic girl, she donated to the poor and spoke kind of everyone. Unfortunately she was also an idiot. Her vocabulary was limited, she slept through politics, if you asked her what 2+2 was she'd say "a question". The Cubans forced themselves into the palace at noon right while she was preparing to deliver a truce to the Cuban forces. Instead of listening to her French babbles the troops seized her, and poor Celita was raped. It is not known what happened next but it is believed she was killed, though others say that she faked death and when the Cubans left she fled to a convent and become a nun where she is still referred to as "Princess Celita".

Henri

Henri was the oldest son and heir to Faustin. He was an ambitious man and had plans for Haiti, plans to make the Empire expand all the way to Africa. He was a supporter of buying Ovambia, and invading Nova Brazil. In fact he was the one who decided to invade Nova Brazil under the false pretense of being sympathetic towards the fellow Africans. Henri had a wife, Marie, and a son Faustin(IV). After Cuba invade Haiti he still held on to his ambitions, and claimed that he would someday become the Haitian Emperor of the Caribbean. After hearing of the death of his two younger siblings, and realizing it was all over he took a pistol to his head and committed suicide, with his wife and son as witnesses.

Faustin IV

Faustin IV, was 13 during the fall of Haiti. He witnessed his grandfather dying, his uncles insanity, heard the screams of his poor aunt, and saw his father kill himself right in front of him. His mother did not give him time to mourn for his fallen family, they fled the palace through a secret exit. As they ran they heard an explosion, they turned and saw their once magnificent palace become engulfed in flames and turned to rubble. Shortly after the destruction of the palace the Cubans found a boy and a woman hiding in the palace grounds. These two were taken and executed as the last two members of the Imperial family. As with Celita there are some who believe they survived and fled to the rural mountains of Hispaniola where they now live as peasants.
 
The low heavy rumble of tanks in the distance, the high pitched whine of aircraft engines, the thud-thud-thud of artillary. Emmanouil Tsouderos knew these sounds, the sounds of war. He had served in the Greek army in the Suez War and had served with distinction and honour, rising up the ranks to eventually become a Colonel leading the 14th Regiment, commonly known as the Spartan Shields.

After the war, Emmanouil became involved in political affairs, using the reputation he had earned during the war to help work his way up the slippery slope, joining the Conservative party to push for a stronger, more united Greece. In his role as Mayor of Athens he was fated for his leadership, but it was in 1939 that Emmanouil saw the opportunity and took the chance. With the Italian invasion, the liberal government was more unpopular than ever and following the death of the Conservative leader following an Italian shelling of a small town he was visiting, Emmanouil first ran for the leadership and won by a whisker but the following General election, he had won in a landslide, promising the removal of the Axis threat from Greek lands.

Yet these promises lay in ruins, left in the mud behind the tracks of the French tanks. The switch of allegiance of the Balkan States from Russia to France and it's Axis had taken the Greek government by complete surprise. With the fierce fighting in the south preoccupying most of the military attention, there was little heavy equipment in the north to oppose the French spearhead.

Emmanouil's dreams for his nation lay in tatters. He had dreamt that once this war was over and that peace reigned once more over Europe, that Greece could better itself. He dreamt no longer. He was haunted by the thought that he could of done something different, that there was a way that this could have turned out differently. The map on the wall said it all, really. Athens surrounded, the French pushing further south each day.

As he sat at his desk and the rumble of the French tanks grew louder, he could bear it no longer. Reaching for the pistol stored in his bottom desk drawer, Emmanouil Tsouderos shot himself in the head. It was left to Panagis Tsaldaris, the Minister for Finance to sign the surrender of Greek forces to the Axis invaders.
 
Now for some of you, I'm considering experimenting with non-government entities once again. To this end, if Arsonist and Cynovolans accept, I will be willing to allow them to establish Resistance movements, if they choose. If not, then I'd be once more happy to allow play of a different nation.
 
From: New Jersey
To: The World


Is anyone feeling kind enough to recognize our sovereignty?

@EQ - Shouldn't NJ have 3 manpower this turn?
 
President Mahmoud Alaezi addresses the Council of Community leaders: "Friends... We have strengthened Tunisia, made it the crowning emerald of Barbary, and it is near its undoing. Italy, the ******ed stepchild of France, is drawing closer to the land of our Turkish brothers and sisters. They are willing to protect themselves, and we must be prepared also. I know you all prefer peace, but Allah will not protect us if we are not willing to protect ourselves. While they are vastly more powerful in their technologies, we have the Will of Allah. We know with our mighty faith that the Muslims from Barbary to Gallipoli are an unstoppable force that will be like a rock, the enemies will break upon us like..." An upraised hand from Grand Sheikh Muhammad Nasiruddin sealed shut the lips of the President. The Sheikh slowly made his way to the podium at which Alaezi was speaking. "Alaezi," Nasiruddin said, "You have always been a decent speaker, but we don't have time for your trifling words." He continued, "The lesser Sheikhs and I are prepared. The archangel Jibraaiyl, peace be upon him, came to me in a vision last night." The crowd gasped audibly. Jibraaiyl did not take His holy duties lightly. "In his right hand He, of course, carried the Qur'an, and in his left He held a sword of living fire. He seized the blade, and pointed the pommel at my chest. I grasped the hilt, and awoke... Alaezi, it is past time to sooth your people with words, it is now the time to stoke the embers of their passionate love of Allah. It is time for Jihad!" Alaezi did not appreciate this breach of protocol.. but he was not a holy man, and could not argue the worth of his dreams. He bowed humbly to the old man, and backed away from the podium, taking the seat just held by Nasiruddin. The Grand Sheikh led all of the community leaders and Alaezi in a prayer, asking Allah for guidance. Nasiruddin told the community leaders to ignite the fire of the people of Tunisia, to prepare each soldier to take a hundred thousand enemies alone, if necessary. Alaezi was sweating more than a little. The fire of religious fanaticism was too hot for his comfort.
 
Now for some of you, I'm considering experimenting with non-government entities once again. To this end, if Arsonist and Cynovolans accept, I will be willing to allow them to establish Resistance movements, if they choose. If not, then I'd be once more happy to allow play of a different nation.

hmm, EQ, would I assume these NGE's would include certen elements, including a former king, to begin there rise? It's a quite an ideal time for them to rise as a Spector under the chaos of the world war.

even if not, I might post a small story relaiting to it shortly..
 
To: Canada
From: Quebec
Interesting how NOW you put up a peace offer. Right after the mass armies of Quebec acquire half your territory. Jared Hobelle will have to decline this ridiculous peace offer. Quebec has made the mistake of signing a peace offer with you before and Mr. Hobelle will not suffer that same defeat. You are on the verge of defeat, enjoy your final years as a country.
 
So...can I get a response to any of these?

To Venezuela, Peru,
From Colombia


We propose the creation of a unified military command, to coordinate military strategies between our nations. Coordination will increase our military effectiveness and save the unnecessary loss of our brave soldiers.

To New England, Cuba
From Colombia

We request you grant us the the technical plans to allow the construction of your aircraft design. Superior air forces would better serve our cause against the socialists and would have prevented the destruction of our Zepplin Dreadnoughts.

My diplo seems to have gotten lost. Also @EQ do I have poison gas? [/QUOTE]
 
My diplo seems to have gotten lost. Also @EQ do I have poison gas?

To SUSA
From Colombia

Once again your forces have been defeated at every front. You fail to break our lines in Colombia, you fail to push back the Venezuelans, and your invasion of Peru was gloriously driven back by our forces. It will be only a matter of time till we reach Rio.

Says the guy who payed, what was it, 15 EP for those zeppelin dreadnoughts? And if I were you, I wouldn't be looking at a march to Rio until you break our lines, something you are unable to do. The Peruvians are being driven out of Bolivia, a state that should be independent, something the Socialists have been working to do. And the Venezuelans advanced very little and for a very high price. Our casualties may be higher, but your nation is so puny your losses are proportionally higher than ours. Your Capitalist pig for a leader should be worried how many days it will take till he has a knock on the door from our forces.
 
To Quebec
From Virginia


The previous treaty was approved by both New England and Virginia. Do not bring further destruction upon your people. Virginia is willing to recognize the Quebecois government if you sign this treaty. If not, we are prepared to take certain measures.
 
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