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TheLizardKing
Let's talk Michelle.
EDIT: Never mind!
TerrisH
Mischief?
To USA
From persia
Due to outbreak of hostilities with Arabia this year, not to mention your Own war against Spain an her allies, we request that the payments for the loan be deferred until after both conflicts have been settled.
From persia
Due to outbreak of hostilities with Arabia this year, not to mention your Own war against Spain an her allies, we request that the payments for the loan be deferred until after both conflicts have been settled.
Circuit
Writing Letters
To: Persia, Spain
From: United States of America
It should go without saying that loan payments and access to the Panama Canal are deferred until the end of the war.
From: United States of America
It should go without saying that loan payments and access to the Panama Canal are deferred until the end of the war.
TerrisH
Mischief?
To USA
From Persia
True, but it is still polite to ask, instead of assuming such facts. Especially when dealing with such large financial sums.
From Persia
True, but it is still polite to ask, instead of assuming such facts. Especially when dealing with such large financial sums.
Circuit
Writing Letters
Due to the massive nature of the upcoming update, this is the point where no more order revisions are allowed. I will still be accepting NEW orders until at the earliest, 2:30 PM Eastern Standard Time.
I'm so useless
No worries erez: In fact, I commend you on getting orders in while some less useless people haven't 
While I'm twiddling my thumbs and toes for the next 4 and a half hours I'm giving the lazy to get orders in, I'll give some second impressions on Diablo III. After beginning a new character which I'm playing exclusively with my wife, I have to revise my earlier statement. If you play this game, play it with a friend. I can also appreciate the way dungeons and side quests change with each play through. Overall though, this game is significantly better with cooperative play.
While I'm twiddling my thumbs and toes for the next 4 and a half hours I'm giving the lazy to get orders in, I'll give some second impressions on Diablo III. After beginning a new character which I'm playing exclusively with my wife, I have to revise my earlier statement. If you play this game, play it with a friend. I can also appreciate the way dungeons and side quests change with each play through. Overall though, this game is significantly better with cooperative play.
Well, at the moment I've already read and outlined what orders I've received. The long part is going to be actually calculating the plethora of wars (more than you may expect, plus the truly massive Great War) and the results on the battlefield. Then, we also have the actual writing of all related articles, including stability events and domestic stuff done by various nations. At the moment, before all orders are even in, we have at least 107 total articles to be written for the update. 37 of those, so far, are under the special section of the Great War alone. The short answer to all of this information, is that I don't expect to be done with the update until late tomorrow night or even at some point on Friday at the latest.
Grandkhan
Telvanni Master Wizard
Your ability to run stuff like this is an inspiration unto us all, EQ. 107 articles is insanely huge.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
those orders were a b**** to send and im not lion
Milarqui
Deity
So far, we have the Great War and the Naples War. What other wars are there going to be?
Now this rule will officially go into effect with the update, and is simply a way of better reflecting the exploitation of occupied resources in a situation of modern war. Regardless, as I know some of you skim the update OOC section, here the rule is separately:
NEW RULE INTRODUCED: Occupied Territories have been added and they function similarly to colonies. The key difference is that they will vary in value depending on who's occupying them and exploiting their resources. This is done to measure exactly what you get from taken regions in terms of manpower and EP. They do have Stability however, so be warned, you may face local uprisings in support of the people you've conquered. They do not have garrison stats, with some exceptions. The garrison for the regions typically come out of whatever expeditionary force or home/colonial army you have in the region. In a somewhat related note, there will still be EP and manpower stats for occupied nations, allowing for a "Free" army or government to be assembled in a sympathetic capital.
NEW RULE INTRODUCED: Occupied Territories have been added and they function similarly to colonies. The key difference is that they will vary in value depending on who's occupying them and exploiting their resources. This is done to measure exactly what you get from taken regions in terms of manpower and EP. They do have Stability however, so be warned, you may face local uprisings in support of the people you've conquered. They do not have garrison stats, with some exceptions. The garrison for the regions typically come out of whatever expeditionary force or home/colonial army you have in the region. In a somewhat related note, there will still be EP and manpower stats for occupied nations, allowing for a "Free" army or government to be assembled in a sympathetic capital.
All right, well, with almost all orders in, except for two possible newcomers (kudos to the rest of you who did get orders in for the first time, they are indubitably the best collective set of entry orders into an NES I've seen), no more orders of any type will be allowed beyond this point.
Circuit
Writing Letters
The ground underneath Henry was sopping wet, the air was humid, but at least his feet were dry. If there were something Henry hated, it was wet feet. He had a few training exercises without boots, barefoot, in the Panamanian jungles, and they were miserable. But he had his nice black boots now, as he lay on the ground, watching, waiting.
He was hungry. He'd hadn't eaten since the morning, and he had to forage for himself in these jungles. It was one of the skills he had to learn: survival. A small grub wriggled on a log to his left. He snatched it, plopped it in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He found that if he ate the thing quickly, he wouldn't think about it long enough to trigger his gag reflexes.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He almost stopped breathing, and listened intently as the persons, speaking Portuguese, began to approach his position by the road. He gripped his wooden rifle hard. This was it. The final test. The steps became louder, the voices rising, his heart pounding in his ears and his sweat mixing with the moisture around him. He looked to his left and saw the feet just about to pass him.
He leaped from the bushes and onto the road. Not having any ammunition (as this exercise assumed there was no ammunition, only a bayonet), he ran as fast as he could to the men. They drew their wooden rifles immediately, but Henry managed to deflect both of them with his bayonet in he swift swipe. He kicked the "Brazilian" officer down to the ground, "stabbed" his companion, then placed his "bayonet" at the throat of the officer. "Você vem comigo," he said, which translated as, "You're coming with me."
The "Brazilian" officer smiled. "Very good, Private. Before you know it you'll have a commission. Return to your barracks."
"Yes, sir," Henry said, smiling. Finally. His training was nearly complete, and he'd graduate with his battalion. They had been training at a rapid pace. There was no doubt in his or any of his buddies' or his officers' mind that the United States would be at war soon enough, since the United States had thrown its weight behind Spain.
Henry didn't mind spilling some Brazilian blood. His father was killed in the conflict that lost the United States New Spain, and it could be blamed solely on the Brazilians. Henry wanted revenge ever since. He started as an infantryman, but was soon promoted to the Rangers and would soon be a part of the first Ranger Brigade.
Those bloody Brazilians would see the US at their best.
He reached the barracks. It was humming with activity and chatter, more than usual. And nearly everyone was holding a copy of the Eagle and Stripes, the US military's newspaper, and mumbling to someone else.
Henry's buddy Marty was passing out the papers. Henry ran to meet him. "Marty, what's going on?" he asked.
Marty, with a dazed look on his face, said, "We're at war."
"Oh!" Henry said, almost excited. "It finally came, did it? Well why do you look so yellow? I'm ready to kick some Brazilian ass!"
"It's not the Brazilians," Marty said.
"Oh," Henry said. "One of their allies?"
"No," Marty said. "Have a look." Marty handed Henry a paper. He took it nonchalantly, glanced at it for a second, then dropped his jaw.
The headline read, in bold letters, "UNITED STATES DECLARES WAR ON THE SPANISH EMPIRE!"
He was hungry. He'd hadn't eaten since the morning, and he had to forage for himself in these jungles. It was one of the skills he had to learn: survival. A small grub wriggled on a log to his left. He snatched it, plopped it in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed. He found that if he ate the thing quickly, he wouldn't think about it long enough to trigger his gag reflexes.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He almost stopped breathing, and listened intently as the persons, speaking Portuguese, began to approach his position by the road. He gripped his wooden rifle hard. This was it. The final test. The steps became louder, the voices rising, his heart pounding in his ears and his sweat mixing with the moisture around him. He looked to his left and saw the feet just about to pass him.
He leaped from the bushes and onto the road. Not having any ammunition (as this exercise assumed there was no ammunition, only a bayonet), he ran as fast as he could to the men. They drew their wooden rifles immediately, but Henry managed to deflect both of them with his bayonet in he swift swipe. He kicked the "Brazilian" officer down to the ground, "stabbed" his companion, then placed his "bayonet" at the throat of the officer. "Você vem comigo," he said, which translated as, "You're coming with me."
The "Brazilian" officer smiled. "Very good, Private. Before you know it you'll have a commission. Return to your barracks."
"Yes, sir," Henry said, smiling. Finally. His training was nearly complete, and he'd graduate with his battalion. They had been training at a rapid pace. There was no doubt in his or any of his buddies' or his officers' mind that the United States would be at war soon enough, since the United States had thrown its weight behind Spain.
Henry didn't mind spilling some Brazilian blood. His father was killed in the conflict that lost the United States New Spain, and it could be blamed solely on the Brazilians. Henry wanted revenge ever since. He started as an infantryman, but was soon promoted to the Rangers and would soon be a part of the first Ranger Brigade.
Those bloody Brazilians would see the US at their best.
He reached the barracks. It was humming with activity and chatter, more than usual. And nearly everyone was holding a copy of the Eagle and Stripes, the US military's newspaper, and mumbling to someone else.
Henry's buddy Marty was passing out the papers. Henry ran to meet him. "Marty, what's going on?" he asked.
Marty, with a dazed look on his face, said, "We're at war."
"Oh!" Henry said, almost excited. "It finally came, did it? Well why do you look so yellow? I'm ready to kick some Brazilian ass!"
"It's not the Brazilians," Marty said.
"Oh," Henry said. "One of their allies?"
"No," Marty said. "Have a look." Marty handed Henry a paper. He took it nonchalantly, glanced at it for a second, then dropped his jaw.
The headline read, in bold letters, "UNITED STATES DECLARES WAR ON THE SPANISH EMPIRE!"
