I would like to spend two income upgrading the province with the red dot and the province directly east of that. I would also like to claim the black provinces. In addition, I would like to place an army in the province with the red dot.
Imperium Offtopicum Ideology Wars
- Thread starter NedimNapoleon
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Duke Blackstone
John Marchman
Abaddon
Deity
Duke, Expand no futher into Europe and we will be allies.
Lighthearter
President of the United States
@Russia - I accept your offer. We have no reason for hostilities. Might I request a Defensive Pact?
-L
-L
Duke Blackstone
John Marchman
Done. How do you feel about Scandinavia and the Middle East?
ilduce349
(Financial, Philo)
Britannia offers a free trade agreement with all nations (except USE)
@LH: I was unaware that spain was in your SOI when I claimed it. By I want a foothold in Europe. So I either Get Spain or the French coast. Pick your pick. I don't want war, but I don't want to be on an isolationist island for ever either. As a result for you arrogant start I also claim sanctions on your land, and any ships entering Brittanian waters or planes entering our air space will be shot down. We consider the English Channel and Irish sea to be part of our waters. In other words anything exiting or entering you colony on the British Isle will be shot down.
The Glorious leader of the Fatherland issued this statement.
@Duke Blackstone: I offer a defensive pact.
@LH: I was unaware that spain was in your SOI when I claimed it. By I want a foothold in Europe. So I either Get Spain or the French coast. Pick your pick. I don't want war, but I don't want to be on an isolationist island for ever either. As a result for you arrogant start I also claim sanctions on your land, and any ships entering Brittanian waters or planes entering our air space will be shot down. We consider the English Channel and Irish sea to be part of our waters. In other words anything exiting or entering you colony on the British Isle will be shot down.
The Glorious leader of the Fatherland issued this statement.
@Duke Blackstone: I offer a defensive pact.
Lighthearter
President of the United States
How about this:
If you had actually looked at my national creation post it CLEARLY lists France Spain and Portugal as my direct SOI. That said, if you had tried to negotiate a partition might yet have been established that left us both happy. Now hard feelings are unlikely to vanish soon. The above deal is what I will accept - there is a little leeway for negotiation on the finer points, but in spirit I will accept nothing less then that.
-L
ilduce349
(Financial, Philo)
I don't care about you SOI, all I know is, HBE at the height of its empire (this is from an anime) controlled Spain and France. So your in my SOI. DEAL WITH IT!
I am claiming Spain until you come up with a reasonable offer.
Lighthearter
President of the United States
No. Britain never ruled all of either Spain or France, let alone all of both. You might have a leg to stand on were you claiming Normandy, but I have a stronger one and you're just destroying your own credibility, as there was such a thing as the Bourbon Kingdom that ruled France, Spain and Portugal.
I don't care what you say. I am not in your SOI, and if you persist in your aggressive attitude, I will have no choice but to declare war.
EDIT: Oh, and I have a claim on Britain since in Code Geass the French ruled Britain for 200 years!
-L
Lighthearter
President of the United States
It was a cheerful summer day in Paris, the sun shining down upon the streets with a gentle caress, and not a fierce offensive. The breeze was enough to be felt, but not strong enough to truly chill. All in all, a wonderful day.
However, President Lighthearter knew that it was to be darkened by what he was to say. Anger filled him at the very thought of the insult which had passed in the last week. He reflected darkly on the motives behind it, finding none worthy in his eyes for the transgression.
He sat just offstage,waiting to be called. Just behind him were his two bodyguards, Anton and Michel, each wearing the hand and a half sword of their office. Of course, they also carried a pair of semi-automatic pistols, one each of a frag, a flash-bang and a smoke grenade, as well as a combat knife and advanced communication gear. They diligently watched for any threats, ever concerned about the safety of their president. More bodyguards encircled Versailles, and yet others mingled with the crowd outside.
The crowd of 100,000 Parisians who were ready to hear their president take a stance.
Lighthearter took one last sip from his coffee, then checked his script. After a moment, he tossed it away. Anton gave him a strange look. Lighthearter ignored it. What he would say came straight from the heart. He stood and stretched, catching sight of the USE's flag through the gap he could use to see on-stage with.
A funny thing. He thought. Thirteen horizontal bars, alternating red and white - the blood and sweat that went into making this nation - save for the box in the upper-left, wherin lies the Tricolour. That represents France's predominant place in this union between the states of Western Europe, through the selection of Paris as capital. He smiled at the sight of the great banner and saluted it. Then he heard the announcer call his name. Steeling himself, he walked out onto the stage.
It was stunning. A barrage of sound assaulted him as soon as he stepped out from backstage, hand raised in a wave. Cheers came from the crowd, some wild, others dutiful. Applause rocked the ground. There were scattered boos as well, but not too many, and that suited Lighthearter just fine. It meant he was doing his job to the best of his ability - and in the end, what more could you ask?
He stepped up behind the podium, conscious of the array of microphones in front of him. A network of speakers were set up throughout the crowd, so that all might hear his words. Television cameras were pointed at him from all directions, and journalists sat with notepads on their laps, pens primed for the speech ahead. It was likely the culmination of their careers to be here today. Lighthearter knew that every word he said was being rebroadcast across Europe in its whole, even the entire world. He took a deep breath, seeing the crowd ahead.
"My fellow Europeans!" He yelled. The reply was a deafening volley of cheers. Lighthearter grinned. "This is Paris! These are the United States of Europe! We are freedom, liberty, justice!" The cheers got louder - not even his harshest critics could take issue with that statement.
"I come before you with the gravest of declarations!" He cried, that smile on his face and the rage burning in his heart. "Recently the Holy Brittanian Empire began an unlawful and unprovoked invasion of Spain!" This time the volley was of hisses, of jeers, of obscene remarks. Lighthearter steeled himself not to smile as he paused - he didn't want to seem uncouth for the cameras. "When this occurred we informed the Empire that it was interfering in USE lands, and that it should withdraw at once, for we did not wish to fight. We wished, and still do, to remain peaceable neighbors.
"However, the Empire did not bend, and we sent ships to secure Wales, if only to remind them that we can play as well, and to give us something to trade over to them. We would have exchanged our British territories in a heartbeat for Britannia to leave us in peace in Spain! That is all we have asked and still ask! Surely to allow us Iberia - the signature partners in the USE! - and for us to allow them to do as they pleased in Britain and wherever else was a far bargain? Was it not? Do I misspeak?
"Should I not err in my statement, I must say that at first their invasion of the free Spanish Republic could have been allowed to simmer away with minimal hard feelings had they withdrawn." Scattered jeers came from the audience. "However!" Lighthearter said fervently, like a preacher to a crowd. "However! They chose not only to deny our request, but in their war with Spain, claim that the entire USE was a proxy, a nation destined to live under their heel! To claim that the Empire has right to all of Western Europe, and we are nothing more significant then a loose confederation of city-states to them!"
The volley of angry cries nearly knocked Lighthearter backward. The barrage of hate was astounding - and terrifying, in a way. But also vindicating. "They stated that our sphere of influence was meaningless compared to theirs! They declared our right to exist as a sovereign and free nation insignificant should they say otherwise! Is this just? Is this the behavior of true gentlemen?" Lighthearter paused, his heart rate rapidly increasing as all the pompous letters and missives, the statements from the British foreign minister, came back to his mind, the furious crowd roiling in anger.
"Therefore!" Lighthearter cried, a steely glint in his eyes matched only by the glimmers of the sun on the bayonets of the nearby European Army troops in solid formation. "Therefore it is my prerogative, nay, my duty, my honor to decree that the British have until 7:30 PM tomorrow night to withdraw their forces! And I hear some of you ask Or what? If the Imperial troops remain unlawfully stationed in Spain, I shall ask Congress to declare that a state of war-" he paused, eying the angry crowd. "-has existed between the Holy Britannian Empire and the United States of Europe sine the day that the first Breton set his uncouth foot upon the sovereign claimed soil of the USE!"
The cries were astounding. A huge wave of applause and cheers stormed the stage. There were many in the crowd though who looked stunned, as though the world had ended. There was opposition to the move, but there always was in a democracy.
"But here me!" Lighthearter yelled, his fingers digging into the podium from the force of his anger. "Our quarrel is not with Rome! Our quarrel is not with Germany! Our quarrel is with them!" He gestured dramatically to the north, in the general direction of London. "We will fight the Empire until the end, and we shall prove to it that we are worthy of their respect, that even though they claim their sphere as superior to ours we shall not fight like with like and state the reverse claim!
"To the leaders of Europe! How can any sane man support what Britain has done? They negotiated with Isreal and Rome readily, did they not? Yet they have not been willing to negotiate with us! Does that not say that they think us inferior? We have no quarrel with anyone save the British. Should another nation attack us for protecting our right to rule out own lands as we see fit, and to defend out sphere of influence when pressed, we shall defend against you with the same zeal that we fight the British, but we shall not attack unless you prove yourself a foe deserving of us. This is Britain and the USE's matter! We welcome aid, but in truth simply understand the truth - this empire of inequality has one last chance to treat us as equals and not subordinates, or we shall insist it do so!
"Britain has been offered every chance, every opportunity. They have squandered each one in laughter that such people as us might be equals to bargain with them! Well if they seek to start a war, so be it. So be it! SO BE IT! Show us, Britain - are you gentlemen at heart, to be willing to accept that another nation might well be deserving of its own interests?"
Lighthearter stepped back, his eyes focused. The cheering had built and built, but he didn't hear it anymore. He turned to the Vice-President, and she could see tears in his eyes.
"So sad that men cheer for war." Lighthearter said simply. "But this affront cannot be let stand. If the British want to subjugate us as slaves, they must come and take us."
Anyone doubt I'm an author now?
-L
However, President Lighthearter knew that it was to be darkened by what he was to say. Anger filled him at the very thought of the insult which had passed in the last week. He reflected darkly on the motives behind it, finding none worthy in his eyes for the transgression.
He sat just offstage,waiting to be called. Just behind him were his two bodyguards, Anton and Michel, each wearing the hand and a half sword of their office. Of course, they also carried a pair of semi-automatic pistols, one each of a frag, a flash-bang and a smoke grenade, as well as a combat knife and advanced communication gear. They diligently watched for any threats, ever concerned about the safety of their president. More bodyguards encircled Versailles, and yet others mingled with the crowd outside.
The crowd of 100,000 Parisians who were ready to hear their president take a stance.
Lighthearter took one last sip from his coffee, then checked his script. After a moment, he tossed it away. Anton gave him a strange look. Lighthearter ignored it. What he would say came straight from the heart. He stood and stretched, catching sight of the USE's flag through the gap he could use to see on-stage with.
A funny thing. He thought. Thirteen horizontal bars, alternating red and white - the blood and sweat that went into making this nation - save for the box in the upper-left, wherin lies the Tricolour. That represents France's predominant place in this union between the states of Western Europe, through the selection of Paris as capital. He smiled at the sight of the great banner and saluted it. Then he heard the announcer call his name. Steeling himself, he walked out onto the stage.
It was stunning. A barrage of sound assaulted him as soon as he stepped out from backstage, hand raised in a wave. Cheers came from the crowd, some wild, others dutiful. Applause rocked the ground. There were scattered boos as well, but not too many, and that suited Lighthearter just fine. It meant he was doing his job to the best of his ability - and in the end, what more could you ask?
He stepped up behind the podium, conscious of the array of microphones in front of him. A network of speakers were set up throughout the crowd, so that all might hear his words. Television cameras were pointed at him from all directions, and journalists sat with notepads on their laps, pens primed for the speech ahead. It was likely the culmination of their careers to be here today. Lighthearter knew that every word he said was being rebroadcast across Europe in its whole, even the entire world. He took a deep breath, seeing the crowd ahead.
"My fellow Europeans!" He yelled. The reply was a deafening volley of cheers. Lighthearter grinned. "This is Paris! These are the United States of Europe! We are freedom, liberty, justice!" The cheers got louder - not even his harshest critics could take issue with that statement.
"I come before you with the gravest of declarations!" He cried, that smile on his face and the rage burning in his heart. "Recently the Holy Brittanian Empire began an unlawful and unprovoked invasion of Spain!" This time the volley was of hisses, of jeers, of obscene remarks. Lighthearter steeled himself not to smile as he paused - he didn't want to seem uncouth for the cameras. "When this occurred we informed the Empire that it was interfering in USE lands, and that it should withdraw at once, for we did not wish to fight. We wished, and still do, to remain peaceable neighbors.
"However, the Empire did not bend, and we sent ships to secure Wales, if only to remind them that we can play as well, and to give us something to trade over to them. We would have exchanged our British territories in a heartbeat for Britannia to leave us in peace in Spain! That is all we have asked and still ask! Surely to allow us Iberia - the signature partners in the USE! - and for us to allow them to do as they pleased in Britain and wherever else was a far bargain? Was it not? Do I misspeak?
"Should I not err in my statement, I must say that at first their invasion of the free Spanish Republic could have been allowed to simmer away with minimal hard feelings had they withdrawn." Scattered jeers came from the audience. "However!" Lighthearter said fervently, like a preacher to a crowd. "However! They chose not only to deny our request, but in their war with Spain, claim that the entire USE was a proxy, a nation destined to live under their heel! To claim that the Empire has right to all of Western Europe, and we are nothing more significant then a loose confederation of city-states to them!"
The volley of angry cries nearly knocked Lighthearter backward. The barrage of hate was astounding - and terrifying, in a way. But also vindicating. "They stated that our sphere of influence was meaningless compared to theirs! They declared our right to exist as a sovereign and free nation insignificant should they say otherwise! Is this just? Is this the behavior of true gentlemen?" Lighthearter paused, his heart rate rapidly increasing as all the pompous letters and missives, the statements from the British foreign minister, came back to his mind, the furious crowd roiling in anger.
"Therefore!" Lighthearter cried, a steely glint in his eyes matched only by the glimmers of the sun on the bayonets of the nearby European Army troops in solid formation. "Therefore it is my prerogative, nay, my duty, my honor to decree that the British have until 7:30 PM tomorrow night to withdraw their forces! And I hear some of you ask Or what? If the Imperial troops remain unlawfully stationed in Spain, I shall ask Congress to declare that a state of war-" he paused, eying the angry crowd. "-has existed between the Holy Britannian Empire and the United States of Europe sine the day that the first Breton set his uncouth foot upon the sovereign claimed soil of the USE!"
The cries were astounding. A huge wave of applause and cheers stormed the stage. There were many in the crowd though who looked stunned, as though the world had ended. There was opposition to the move, but there always was in a democracy.
"But here me!" Lighthearter yelled, his fingers digging into the podium from the force of his anger. "Our quarrel is not with Rome! Our quarrel is not with Germany! Our quarrel is with them!" He gestured dramatically to the north, in the general direction of London. "We will fight the Empire until the end, and we shall prove to it that we are worthy of their respect, that even though they claim their sphere as superior to ours we shall not fight like with like and state the reverse claim!
"To the leaders of Europe! How can any sane man support what Britain has done? They negotiated with Isreal and Rome readily, did they not? Yet they have not been willing to negotiate with us! Does that not say that they think us inferior? We have no quarrel with anyone save the British. Should another nation attack us for protecting our right to rule out own lands as we see fit, and to defend out sphere of influence when pressed, we shall defend against you with the same zeal that we fight the British, but we shall not attack unless you prove yourself a foe deserving of us. This is Britain and the USE's matter! We welcome aid, but in truth simply understand the truth - this empire of inequality has one last chance to treat us as equals and not subordinates, or we shall insist it do so!
"Britain has been offered every chance, every opportunity. They have squandered each one in laughter that such people as us might be equals to bargain with them! Well if they seek to start a war, so be it. So be it! SO BE IT! Show us, Britain - are you gentlemen at heart, to be willing to accept that another nation might well be deserving of its own interests?"
Lighthearter stepped back, his eyes focused. The cheering had built and built, but he didn't hear it anymore. He turned to the Vice-President, and she could see tears in his eyes.
"So sad that men cheer for war." Lighthearter said simply. "But this affront cannot be let stand. If the British want to subjugate us as slaves, they must come and take us."
Anyone doubt I'm an author now?
-L
Bund der Europäischen Sozialistischen Republiken
"Proletarier aller Länder, vereinigt Euch!"
"Proletarier aller Länder, vereinigt Euch!"
Roleplay
The BESR extends a defensive pact offer and a trade agreement offer to the United States of Europe, Nordic Union and YMCA.
The BESR extends a non-aggression pact offer to Abalonia and Axquelep.
Income
All income to be spent on technology.
Claims
Message for the GM:
Can you put up:
- what tech level, etc each nation is on?
- the province strength for each province?
- what government type each nation has?
Because it's really hard to follow. Thank you.
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
The update will happen when Abbadon,Omega and Terrance
Rules that you didn't understand:
- You don't need a navy for amphibious landings but If the army is attacked at sea by an enemy navy it will be destroyed, navy's cost 10$ same to upkeep
- Tech level will be posted next turn as well as government & province strength (shown on the map by a number)
- you can only recruit infantry now, you need tech level 5 to recruit a heavy infantry, 15 to recruit artillery and 25 for tanks
- later in the game you will get auction armys with the update which will be sold to the highest bidder as a new special unit (doesn't replace the old one)
-Trade agreements do nothing
-AND PLS ANY ARGUMENT DIPLOMACY.... MOVE TO THE PM OR GROUP OR VM ONLY POST THE CONCLUSION OR AGREEMENT
Rules that you didn't understand:
- You don't need a navy for amphibious landings but If the army is attacked at sea by an enemy navy it will be destroyed, navy's cost 10$ same to upkeep
- Tech level will be posted next turn as well as government & province strength (shown on the map by a number)
- you can only recruit infantry now, you need tech level 5 to recruit a heavy infantry, 15 to recruit artillery and 25 for tanks
- later in the game you will get auction armys with the update which will be sold to the highest bidder as a new special unit (doesn't replace the old one)
-Trade agreements do nothing
-AND PLS ANY ARGUMENT DIPLOMACY.... MOVE TO THE PM OR GROUP OR VM ONLY POST THE CONCLUSION OR AGREEMENT
Lighthearter
President of the United States
I want to say that I've obviously missed something in the rules - if I understood economy right(correct me if I'm wrong) I get $1 per territory and $8 because I'm Democratic. Doesn't that mean I should have 12 and now 15? Just curious. And Rome and Britain are fascist and yet their economies are just as powerful as mine. What have I missed here?
EDIT: I cancel my troop orders and build a navy instead, using the one leftover point to upgrade Paris.
I accept the German offer of FTA/DP, and request a response about the alliance offer.
-L
EDIT: I cancel my troop orders and build a navy instead, using the one leftover point to upgrade Paris.
I accept the German offer of FTA/DP, and request a response about the alliance offer.
-L
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
I know I messed up in the first update, I also put another player as a monarchy even though his government is fascist, Im gonna fix it the next update, u play as you already have
Lighthearter
President of the United States
No worries. I can certainly understand that
Just wondered if there were modifiers I didn't know about.Out of curiosity, why do navies cost the same as a tank? Wouldn't it make more sense for them to be cheaper so that they could really be used in the early-game? Just LH's ramblings. Pay me no heed if you've already thought this through
-L
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
Well a Iowa class type ship costs more than a Tank, so thats the lowest I can go cuz those are combat ships, not disembarking ships
Abaddon
Deity
ilduce349
(Financial, Philo)
Your edit is correct. The rest is not.
Now that I fully understand the rules I have an important announcement to make. We accept the deal with Lighthearter.
MY NEW CLAIMS (FOR THE ROUND)!!!!!!
CLAIMS:
Scottland (the southern territory), Wales (1 territory) and Gilbralta
Income
Upgrade all territories (except London) to level 2 (3 gold)
Upgrade London to 4 (6 gold)
put 2 gold into Research.
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
Your provinces stat with one, so you have 5 provinces at lvl 2 and 2 provinces at level 3
Waiting for OMEGA AND TERRANCE
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