Capto Iugulum: 1920 - 1939

[Grandkhan]

I see it more as an agreement that will protect Chokweland.

This is how revolutions start.

 

[Bair_the_Normal]

Prole Chokwes?

 

[christos200]

OOC: Everyone here cannot understand smart political moves and cannot think further than 1 turn.

 

[Grandkhan]

OOC: Everyone here cannot understand smart political moves and cannot think further than 1 turn.

You gain literally nothing from this. Ever.

Now, you're in the back end of Africa without any real threat. You just swallowed the only country in the area that anybody can invade without putting in insane amounts of effort. Your entire country is jungle, and you're one of the bigger dogs in the region. Nobody is going to invade you because it'll take fifty years and in the end its just not worth it. The Kongo sure as hell isn't, because they lost all their external territories 10-odd years ago and they can't attack anybody without significant backing. Which nobody is going to give them, because who the hell would spend ten years fighting Vietnam on steroids for zero gain? The Russians tried, and they're pretty obviously not going to try again. So unless you are going to try your usual route - "Invade every country around you for no good reason." you are very, very, very safe.

Now, invading every country around you is a terrible idea because they have the exact same situation as you - it is, simply put, not worth it. There is zero long term gain from engaging in a ten year long jungle war with the Angolans or whoever the hell you've decided to invade. Burundi was probably a great stroke of luck, but everybody around you is your size and a much harder thing to bite off. In the long term, invading everybody makes no sense because you're not going to win.

Your only threat is internal revolution. And, believe it or not, becoming a functional vassal to the very definition of a colonial overlord (especially when you are an African socialist state) is not good for your stability and is a fast way to get yourself into a civil war. Thats both the long term and the short term.

You have no threats unless you start making threats, and making threats isn't worth it in the long run.

So, to conclude, this isn't looking more than one step ahead. This is just a terrible idea.

 

[christos200]

Ok. Kongo, we would like to inform you that the deal is off.

 

[Crezth]

OOC: Everyone here cannot understand smart political moves and cannot think further than 1 turn.

IC-

"Good morning, good morning, please have a seat. I hope it won't inconvenience you too much that I also scheduled to be shaved at this time - I'm a very busy man, after all, and time is money. Ha! Ha! Have a seat, what is taking you so long?"

Mr. Albert Fink was sitting behind his desk puffing on a cigar as he spoke to the well-groomed and quiet man in uniform standing before him. The blonde youth sat down on the other side of the desk of polished marble, placing his hat on his lap as he did.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Fink," said the young man with a noticeable Panhandle drawl.

"It's the least that I can offer, General Flint. As I understand it, the United States Army wants my opinion on the Russian dealings, am I correct?"

"That... is putting it rather directly, but yes," replied Flint, breaking eye contact and brushing an imaginary piece of dust off of his pant leg.

Mr. Fink was a man of modest proportions, standing only 5'8", but sitting in a chair that gave a greater impression of height. He wore a brown wool jacket and matching slacks, and a vest with buttons that appeared to be made of gold. He wore a red and white-striped bowtie and, when he was out, a tall brown stovepipe hat. His mustache was thick and, at present, he sported the the beginnings of a beard that was somewhat unruly. Everything in his manner appeared warm, but there was something about Fink's warmness that resembled more the panicked exhaust of an overworked furnace than the congenial and plentiful light of day.

"Well," said Fink in short order, "I'm sure you know that nobody appreciates more the technical ingenuity of the Russians than I, so for economic accounts I am all for closer relations." Fink chuckled lightly as he said this.

"My major concern," continued Fink, "Is that I continue to absorb the manufacturing orders for materiel produced domestically. Importation is all well and good but we must not neglect our domestic base."

"That should not be a problem," said Flint, "I have it on good authority that we can convert some importation orders into domestic developments."

"Really?" said Fink, his voice betraying his surprise, "That... is astonishingly good news. Maybe we can talk business after all." Fink laughed loudly as the door to his office opened.

"Mr. Fink?" said a neatly-dressed dark-haired man at the door, "Your appointment with the barber."

"Ah, yes, let him in."

The barber was a portly fellow with no hair himself, but he quickly set to work lathering Fink's neck and jaw with a silky shaving cream. Some silence pervaded the interlude as the barber carefully set the work, which was broken by Fink in short order.

"Again, so sorry about this, General, but I have a meeting this afternoon that simply cannot wait."

"It is fine," said General Flint, "I only needed to discuss overarching guidelines."

Fink grunted something that sounded like understanding.

"You know, my grand-father was a Brandenburger," said Fink after a short while, "'Albrecht Fink,' and my father's name was 'Albert Fink.' As far as I know, it goes back like that for some time. My grandfather moved to this country and opened up a construction firm in Charleston. I would visit him occasionally. There was something so vivacious about the Southlands, and of course, that's not a place I can visit anymore.

"How about you, General? How do you feel about the current state of the Southlands?"

General Flint was taken aback for a few moments at the bluntness of this question. "Well, I... I'm too young to have seen any of them personally, but I know my parents came from Alabama. They would tell stories about it, about that place, about life before the war..."

"I bet you wish you were leading the charge at Charleston, eh?"

Flint chuckled in spite of himself. "I started as a cavalryman, you know. I always wanted to be a hero, a great tactician, like Pickett was. I did a tour out west before I got moved into procurements. Now I'm the head of the military arm of DeStRes, but sometimes..." his voice trailed off.

"DeStRes is important, too," said Fink quietly. "I've had to personally oversee some of those enterprises redistributed to my company, and, well, let's just say it's a good thing they're in more capable hands now."

A little more silence pervaded as Flint stared at Fink, passively being shaved by the careful hands of the barber. "Now it's my turn to go on the offensive," said Flint, "How do you feel about Ryan Industries?"

Fink snorted, "You mean Rianofski Industries? Bah! Anyone can make electrical equipment with blueprints."

"They say Ryan has a special talent for electronics."

Fink paused. "I have heard that. I've only met the man once myself. He was... deeply severe, almost savagely intelligent. I marveled at how he had got anyone to invest in him, but then I saw his office and I knew. He breathes his work.

"When he got the Pittsburgh Power Authority redistribution, I just about stormed down to Chicago myself to complain. But then I met him. Well, let's just say I'm glad he's on our side. With Americans like that I can't see how we will lose this war."

"Droves and droves of savage barbarians knocked down Rome," said Flint without hesitation.

"White barbarians, keep in mind," said Fink sharply.

"However their skin is coloured, they blow us out of the water when it comes to productivity."

"Then we're clearly not doing the right things," Fink said with an exasperated laugh.

Flint said nothing. Fink sensed his discomfort and pressed the question. "You are head of the most important branch of DeStRes. I can tell you've thought about this quite a bit. What do we need to do?"

"I do have a plan," said Flint slowly, "But I haven't been able to push it through the board."

Fink smiled. "Now, we have something to talk about.

 

[EQandcivfanatic]

I must have had my dates wrong on Radar, because Japan was indeed the first nation with a functioning radar prototype and a radar network. I will look into that, and correct the update afterword.

As this was meant for the 1935 update, and will be included in such on the wiki update section, here's the latest gem from Ahigin. This one in particular is a speakeasy from Brazil, but really, it's a scene which could apply to any number of South American nations. I hoped that it would illustrate the good times which continue rolling in the back rooms and of course the rampant moral depravity brought to the world by the Argentines.

 

[Immaculate]

Gorgeous artwork!

 

[Immaculate]

Colombia, 1936: Presidential Impeachment Trial to Break Government Paralysis.


President Arcadio Rodriguez sat leaned back in his overstuffed chair, looking to the ceiling and slowly took a long drag on his cigarette. His eyes were red, his complexion yellowed and pale; he was, in short, exhausted, mentally, emotionally, physically.

Another slow drag; Rodriguez‘s rheumy eyes peered into the gently swirling smoke caught near the ceiling, perhaps searching for some solution therein. The air was stale; the room smelled of stale cigarette smoke and old coffee. The man was stale; he hardly moved as he slowly smoked. The situation was stale; the impasse between the president’s executive and the congress’s legislative branches had effectively paralyzed government for almost 10 months.

Rodriguez kept trying to find a way to govern, to get the job done. His electoral victory had empowered him to govern and now congress was denying him that right. He knew he had the people’s support; his own party’s polling showed that while he support was slipping in response to the government’s paralysis, he still maintained a sizeable base.

Another drag, and gentle kick at his desk sent the chair to slowly spin. Rodriguez kept his eyes on the ceiling, squinting against the thick cigarette smoke. His thoughts were on the threats of impeachment. God knew he hadn’t always kept his hands one-hundred percent clean, but he was fairly certain that the opposition or others didn’t have any proof of any corruption; if they did they would have produced it already. The threats were just that, threats. Bluster. Another means to prevent him from governing.

Into his meditative reflection, the sound of three quick raps on the door alerted the president to the arrival of his aide, Mr. Álvarez. The older man strode in, a cigarette hanging from his lip, the ash collecting dangerously. He didn’t seem in any particular hurry and, leaning forward, tapped his cigarette into the ashtray. Despite his demeanor, his words were anything but casual.

“They’ve doing it. There will be an impeachment trial.”

Rodriguez blinked once, twice, took another, especially long drag of his cigarette. Álvarez waited. Did this mean they had evidence of wrong-doing? It seemed highly unlikely. But still… Rodriguez’s exhausted mind began to quickly gain momentum; was this the end of his government then? A clock down the hall seemed to slow its incessant ticking. Neither man said anything.

Suddenly he spun back towards the desk and ground out the cigarette in the ashtray. His face remained expressionless but there was a predatory hawk-like presence to his eyes that suggested he was happy to be back in the fight.

“Perfect! Let them try this gambit; they will only humiliate themselves. When they try to impeach me and fail, congress will finally be forced to cooperate.”


The Colombian judiciary, in response to evidence presented by the prosecution, and in accordance with Colombian law, has declared an impeachment trial will be held regarding the presidency of Mr. Rodriguez.

 

[qoou]

Immaculate, will be sticking orders, PMs, messages, etcetera into a couple of pastebins and PMing them to you soon*

*at some point in the next 48 hours

 

[Lokki242]

OOC: Everyone here cannot understand smart political moves and cannot think further than 1 turn.

Christos, I have plans for how my nation is going to evolve well into the 1970s. And I'm not even a good strategist. Don't you dare underestimate some of the brilliant minds on here.

 

[Quisani]

OCC:

Finally, Japan is leading on something! Edit: (That and the Arcade/Casino) Edit2: (And the Rocket) Edit3: (And the best army in the world)

I'm willing to share credit with Brazil as to the year, but I believe ours was invented early January... possibly the 1st.... around 00:00:01 that day.... but whose counting really?

 

[Marcher Jovian]

I'm thinking of joining this NES but I'm not sure what country to choose. I'm thinking of a western peaceful country in the 15-80 EP range, do you have any suggestions?

 

[Lord_Iggy]

Hispaniola fits all of those qualifiers. Same with Honduras, Puerto Rico and Jamaica, although Honduras may be threatened by war or Mayan rebellions. Uruguay and Venezuela also fit, although they are in the moralist sphere, and thus might get drawn into a fairly major war in the near future.

 

[Marcher Jovian]

Thank you, I think I will take Hispaniola.

 

[Luckymoose]

Thank you, I think I will take Hispaniola.

Hispaniola is a very close associate of Brazil (my nation), so if you need anything just ask.

 

[DuneBear]

From: Mayaland
To: Honduras

King Janaab and the people of Mayaland are taken back that the Honduran government would claim that Mayaland would have anything to do with the recent growth of unrest in Honduras. Mayaland does not fund militant rebels and vehemently denies all allegations that it does or has any connections to these groups.

The recent growth of unrest is nothing more than Honduran citizens of Mayan descent that appear to be upset with the Honduran government. These allegations that these groups are funded and supported by the Mayan government are false. Mayaland is an easy target for these unfounded allegations seeing as these attacks are taking place in Western Honduras and the perpetrators are said to be of Mayan descent but any allegations of support from Mayaland should be treated as false accusations.

King Janaab is not his father and seeks no war or confrontation with any country. Let it be known that if Honduras attempts to attack Mayaland or violate the sovereignty of Mayaland that King Janaab and the Mayan people will respond with necessary force. Mayaland does not seek to invade Honduras nor violate its sovereignty.

Mayaland is more than willing to talk with Honduras and discuss the problem that Honduras is having with its Mayan population. Also, Honduran citizens of Mayan descent are more than welcome to come to Mayaland. They will be welcomed with open arms and assistance in their immigration process if need be.

In closing, we fully support the peaceful expression of Mayan culture regardless of what country the Mayans may live in. However, Mayaland condemns the recent attacks that have taken place in Honduras.

 

[Circuit]

EQ, you did not increase my army quality when you gave it the +1 for defeating the Guangxi coup.

 

[Luckymoose]

The Brazilian-Peruvian Friendship Pact of 1937​

1. This pact is a mutual guarantee to maintain the peace between the nations of Brazil and Peru, and through that seek to encourage similar agreements between other South American nations.

2. This pact serves as a cooperative initiative between said nations to use their diplomatic influence and mutual non-aggression to deter other armed conflicts in South America.

Signed, First Minister Víctor Simões, In the Name of the Emperor and the People of Brazil

TO: Argentina
FROM: Brazil

We seek to maintain the peace in South America by all means, and we feel that, should we come together as one and work out our issues there would be no need for the fortifications on your border, or the rapid armament of your ground forces. PADA is gone, but perhaps something new can be formed that encompasses the nations of South America in a pact of friendship and cooperation?

TO: Vinland
FROM: Brazil

We wish to reaffirm our diplomatic friendship by guaranteeing the independence and defense of your nation from all outside forces.

 

[spryllino]

Aztlan would like to remind concerned parties that any kind of attack on our Honduran allies would not be tolerated by us.