this'd be the 24 hour warning. happy halloweeN!
A Brave New World Part 2
- Thread starter EQandcivfanatic
- Start date
D'Artagnan59
The Gascon
I've lost interest in playing as Prussia. I think I'll lurk until I find a new nation.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
No Vichy come back!
Milarqui
Deity
Now comes French's invasion of their German puppet and then France will fall against the power of the good, democratic nations of the world. (Am I the only one who sees the irony of Europe's current situation?)
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
Now comes France's invasion of Denmark. Oh wait that already happened. Copenhagen is tasty.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Nope. This world is full of ironies. Also, if the United States had not existed, the democracies would be more willing to side with fascists than communists.
Historical Irony is basically the entire basis of this war.
Historical Irony is basically the entire basis of this war.
Only half of it. The other half is a lesson in confusion, betrayal, and how NOT to do teamwork.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Well, the Communists seem to be sticking together. We've got better teamwork than the Capitalists.
I've been stabbed in the back so many times, though, I tend to try to not let it happen again.
I prefer it to be a full lesson in the class of how to kill Quebecois. Half a million successful tests so far!
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
There was a deafening noise of brass and impacts loud as lightning which, beside from La Rocque, was principal in presiding over Liberty Way during that particular pride festival. La Marseillaise, proud and defiant, boomed over the crowds, from which the cry of "Bon! Bon!" was repeated over and over, occasionally extended to "Bon La Rocque!" or altogether changed for "Vive La Rocque! Vive le France!" On every street corner, a poster with the national leader's handsome visage adorned shop windows and billboards. Sometimes the corner of a poster was not properly held down, and behind it could be seen shop displays (second in importance to the depiction of the Leader, of course) or, more likely, another, older poster. More rare in the outskirts of the city were ancient posters for Philippe Petain, the old Leader and by now almost altogether forgotten in the wake of La Rocque. Securis didn't like seeing those old posters up, and would often tear them down or confiscate them if a shop tried to lay claim to it. Libraries had the worst of it, they wanted to keep the posters for posterity. Securis didn't like that either, shut down many of the libraries and then reopened them - this time for the public, allegedly. They were public before but, well, now they were Public. A little more bureaucratic this way. They didn't have the posters either.
Adding to the roar was the terrifying grinding of gears which propelled boxy A-35 tanks on their way, menacing and escorted by dozens of soldiers dressed in drab blue uniforms, sporting fleur de lis and maltese crosses galore. Occasionally a batch of very dark blue uniforms would show up, or a batch of much lighter blue, representing proudly the Marine and the newly established Service Aeronatique with glistening badges and wings and stripes. Very occasionally were the green uniforms, which showed up in groups of no more than twelve - Securis. Most other platoons in the procession kept a margin between themselves and Securis, involuntarily causing the parade to lag 20 to 30 meters at times. There was some shouting from officers when this happened but not too much in the way of a disturbance. The crowds were distracted by fireworks.
In the procession flags would often wave too, in the crowd and in the actual parade. Every now and again another band would come up - maybe it was the Band le Marseilles or Band le Caen representing their hometowns with pride - who blasted La Marseillaise or Ça Ira if they wanted to liven things up. With the bands came entire corps of flags - some of them tricolors of the Republic, others the famous triple fleur de lis which came to symbolize all of the Empire, and still more the new design of the Lisist Party, a fleur de lis superimposed over a maltese cross.
Once one of the tanks ran over a small child who in his innocence had dashed out into the street. It was an innocuous happening, and naturally the driver could not have seen the young boy. Attention was called to the occasion when a terrible high-pitched scream occurred, jarring the attentions of several visiting patrons and this humble reporter. I looked over and saw that, indeed, an arm was visible protruding from beneath one of the treads of that steel monster. A woman had run up to the tank but was so stricken with the grief and realization that, yes, it had happened and what was done was done. It was so fortunate for France that a Securis unit happened to be marching nearby and was immediately set to initiate damage control. They moved swiftly to block off all vision of the incident, which may have distracted some of the patrons, but many could not unsee what had happened. For that, they paid the ultimate price - and the mother too. They were removed swiftly from the scene and I noticed that the green-clad men had a remarkable efficiency. I quickly averted my gaze and made it appear as if I had jubilation at the sight of the next band. I evaded their capture.
The next day I told my friend as I was boarding the plane back to Tsaritsyn that the true horror was only symbolized by the child. Skeptically, he asked me what I meant. "Truly," he said with a kind of dark chuckle, "That child's death was the real tragedy here."
"No," I responded sadly, "That child's death foreshadowed a bigger one." I placed my hand on the window as the plane took off due east. Out the window I could see farms stretching for miles, interspersed with smokestacks and assembly plants.
"What do you mean?" he inquired nervously.
I didn't respond until we were flying over Germany. "Their's," I said, pointing out the window.
Valery Demidov, reporter for The Tsaritsyn Times (Цари́цын времена
"Why I Vote Dzhugashvilli", June 1936
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f3/Ru-Tsaritsyn.ogg
Adding to the roar was the terrifying grinding of gears which propelled boxy A-35 tanks on their way, menacing and escorted by dozens of soldiers dressed in drab blue uniforms, sporting fleur de lis and maltese crosses galore. Occasionally a batch of very dark blue uniforms would show up, or a batch of much lighter blue, representing proudly the Marine and the newly established Service Aeronatique with glistening badges and wings and stripes. Very occasionally were the green uniforms, which showed up in groups of no more than twelve - Securis. Most other platoons in the procession kept a margin between themselves and Securis, involuntarily causing the parade to lag 20 to 30 meters at times. There was some shouting from officers when this happened but not too much in the way of a disturbance. The crowds were distracted by fireworks.
In the procession flags would often wave too, in the crowd and in the actual parade. Every now and again another band would come up - maybe it was the Band le Marseilles or Band le Caen representing their hometowns with pride - who blasted La Marseillaise or Ça Ira if they wanted to liven things up. With the bands came entire corps of flags - some of them tricolors of the Republic, others the famous triple fleur de lis which came to symbolize all of the Empire, and still more the new design of the Lisist Party, a fleur de lis superimposed over a maltese cross.
Once one of the tanks ran over a small child who in his innocence had dashed out into the street. It was an innocuous happening, and naturally the driver could not have seen the young boy. Attention was called to the occasion when a terrible high-pitched scream occurred, jarring the attentions of several visiting patrons and this humble reporter. I looked over and saw that, indeed, an arm was visible protruding from beneath one of the treads of that steel monster. A woman had run up to the tank but was so stricken with the grief and realization that, yes, it had happened and what was done was done. It was so fortunate for France that a Securis unit happened to be marching nearby and was immediately set to initiate damage control. They moved swiftly to block off all vision of the incident, which may have distracted some of the patrons, but many could not unsee what had happened. For that, they paid the ultimate price - and the mother too. They were removed swiftly from the scene and I noticed that the green-clad men had a remarkable efficiency. I quickly averted my gaze and made it appear as if I had jubilation at the sight of the next band. I evaded their capture.
The next day I told my friend as I was boarding the plane back to Tsaritsyn that the true horror was only symbolized by the child. Skeptically, he asked me what I meant. "Truly," he said with a kind of dark chuckle, "That child's death was the real tragedy here."
"No," I responded sadly, "That child's death foreshadowed a bigger one." I placed my hand on the window as the plane took off due east. Out the window I could see farms stretching for miles, interspersed with smokestacks and assembly plants.
"What do you mean?" he inquired nervously.
I didn't respond until we were flying over Germany. "Their's," I said, pointing out the window.
Valery Demidov, reporter for The Tsaritsyn Times (Цари́цын времена
"Why I Vote Dzhugashvilli", June 1936
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f3/Ru-Tsaritsyn.ogg
Slim_Shady
Quebec Extremist
I prefer it to be a full lesson in the class of how to kill Quebecois. Half a million successful tests so far!
Coming from the Country that lost 90% of their land and most of their military.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
OOC: You have nobody to blame for your failures but yourself.
Slim_Shady
Quebec Extremist
If you consider kicking Canada's A$$ a failure then sure.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
No idea if I can get orders in. I'm drunk right now, very much so, and it will only get worse as ym birthday progresses.
TheLastJacobite
No Commies
OOC: I can do that for you!
Georgia's Orders:
Step 1: Invade Neighbors
Step 2: ???
Step 3: Profit
Circuit
Writing Letters
![[party]](/images/smilies/partytime.gif "Party [party]")
germanicus12
First Citizen of Rome
Morning of December 25th 1940
A group of men huddled around a barrel of fire, each one strapped a rifle, each one was smoking a cigarette, each one was obviously freezing their buns off, but in their eyes you could see one thing you will never see in the eyes of the enemy troops, that is defiance. These men were not real soldiers, sure they had weapons, they knew how to shoot, but they were not national troops, they were ordinary citizens who were forced out of their homes by the approaching enemy, they were citizens who asked for a gun and directions to the front lines, these were the true patriots of the war, and the Generals were happy to have them.
It was a snowy day, the men were sharing stories and enjoying a midday lunch when all of sudden there was a commotion to the south, the men stared into the horizon, seeing nothing they returned to their meal only to be interrupted by the screams of the fighters above them, they flew low and close, suddenly the ground shook as the fighters let loose a stream of death. The men knew the enemy was close, closer than they thought, they threw down their meals and rushed into the horizon, unknown to them a new weapon would be joining them on the field, and that these weapons were closer than they thought.
Colonel Jacques, as the men called him, was the local commander, he was responsible for the defense of northern New France, he was also the most Senior Commander of the army at the moment, his higher ups were stuck in god knows what up north. Right now this line of defense is his, and only he can succeed or fail, but like the soldiers under him, he did not know of the new weapon approaching them from the rear, the only thing he knows is that he must hold this line until reinforcements arrive, that was his job and by God he will do it!
The troops in the trenches peered through the dust, dirt and snow blown up by artillery shells, searching for the enemy they knew were approaching, they could hear the dreadful tanks, each soldier looked at one another and prayed, finally like a beast the tanks lurched from the fog and screeched to an halt at the line, possibly to gain its bearings after leaving the fog, the New French army held its breath as more of these hulking beasts joined the lead tank, each one likewise stopped, the troops curious but also afraid began to wonder why these tanks stopped, perhaps they got stuck in the snow? Perhaps they ran out of fuel? Their thoughts were interrupted by a creak and thud, someone emerged from the tank and shouted, "Surrender and you will be spared!" The troops stared at one another, some even considering taking his offer. All but one, one man stared into a scope, he centered onto the man's head and after breathing in, pulled the trigger. A red dot appeared right above the nose, between his eyes, the man stood in apparent shock before collapsing into the hatch. The troops stared in amazement, the sniper got him dead on despite the swirling snow, dirt and dust, then erupted into cheers. The cheers were short lived, as the tanks revved up and began firing on the line.
The battle began again, these troops were used to it, they would fight for a while then retreat to a new defensive location then fight again and the process would repeat itself again, but today was different. Today they would not retreat, today they would actually win the day, it may sound far fetched, even if you ask any soldier down there. As the troops fired what they could and lobbed grenades this new weapon was approaching them from behind, the air filled with louder rumbling and ground itself began to shake, the troops were filled with fear, the enemy tanks were not moving, what is causing the ground to shake? Suddenly there was a loud screech and a boom, the troops watched as an enemy tank engulfed in flames, in wonderment the troops glanced behind them and saw a tank nearly on top of them, it had the flag of New France on the front. The troops cheered as 4 more tanks approached, stopped and fired, 3 more enemy tanks blew. They were winning the day!
The UCNA troops taken by surprise began withdrawing, for the New French troops this new weapon couldn't be a better Christmas gift. Many troops already felt this new weapon would be the answer to victory, the answer to driving the UCNA troops out of New France and to the negotiating table. The Generals knew otherwise, they knew it would still be a long and bloody fight.
A group of men huddled around a barrel of fire, each one strapped a rifle, each one was smoking a cigarette, each one was obviously freezing their buns off, but in their eyes you could see one thing you will never see in the eyes of the enemy troops, that is defiance. These men were not real soldiers, sure they had weapons, they knew how to shoot, but they were not national troops, they were ordinary citizens who were forced out of their homes by the approaching enemy, they were citizens who asked for a gun and directions to the front lines, these were the true patriots of the war, and the Generals were happy to have them.
It was a snowy day, the men were sharing stories and enjoying a midday lunch when all of sudden there was a commotion to the south, the men stared into the horizon, seeing nothing they returned to their meal only to be interrupted by the screams of the fighters above them, they flew low and close, suddenly the ground shook as the fighters let loose a stream of death. The men knew the enemy was close, closer than they thought, they threw down their meals and rushed into the horizon, unknown to them a new weapon would be joining them on the field, and that these weapons were closer than they thought.
Colonel Jacques, as the men called him, was the local commander, he was responsible for the defense of northern New France, he was also the most Senior Commander of the army at the moment, his higher ups were stuck in god knows what up north. Right now this line of defense is his, and only he can succeed or fail, but like the soldiers under him, he did not know of the new weapon approaching them from the rear, the only thing he knows is that he must hold this line until reinforcements arrive, that was his job and by God he will do it!
The troops in the trenches peered through the dust, dirt and snow blown up by artillery shells, searching for the enemy they knew were approaching, they could hear the dreadful tanks, each soldier looked at one another and prayed, finally like a beast the tanks lurched from the fog and screeched to an halt at the line, possibly to gain its bearings after leaving the fog, the New French army held its breath as more of these hulking beasts joined the lead tank, each one likewise stopped, the troops curious but also afraid began to wonder why these tanks stopped, perhaps they got stuck in the snow? Perhaps they ran out of fuel? Their thoughts were interrupted by a creak and thud, someone emerged from the tank and shouted, "Surrender and you will be spared!" The troops stared at one another, some even considering taking his offer. All but one, one man stared into a scope, he centered onto the man's head and after breathing in, pulled the trigger. A red dot appeared right above the nose, between his eyes, the man stood in apparent shock before collapsing into the hatch. The troops stared in amazement, the sniper got him dead on despite the swirling snow, dirt and dust, then erupted into cheers. The cheers were short lived, as the tanks revved up and began firing on the line.
The battle began again, these troops were used to it, they would fight for a while then retreat to a new defensive location then fight again and the process would repeat itself again, but today was different. Today they would not retreat, today they would actually win the day, it may sound far fetched, even if you ask any soldier down there. As the troops fired what they could and lobbed grenades this new weapon was approaching them from behind, the air filled with louder rumbling and ground itself began to shake, the troops were filled with fear, the enemy tanks were not moving, what is causing the ground to shake? Suddenly there was a loud screech and a boom, the troops watched as an enemy tank engulfed in flames, in wonderment the troops glanced behind them and saw a tank nearly on top of them, it had the flag of New France on the front. The troops cheered as 4 more tanks approached, stopped and fired, 3 more enemy tanks blew. They were winning the day!
The UCNA troops taken by surprise began withdrawing, for the New French troops this new weapon couldn't be a better Christmas gift. Many troops already felt this new weapon would be the answer to victory, the answer to driving the UCNA troops out of New France and to the negotiating table. The Generals knew otherwise, they knew it would still be a long and bloody fight.
