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Imperium Offtopicum: Valkyrie
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SamSniped
DJ Goodboye
Same. That's why I sometimes miss signups for games 
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Like I&B4?
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
Belgium laughs at the Dutch, and will not allow such an idiotic thing to occur.
aka The Belgians refuse to acknowledge your claims.
aka The Belgians refuse to acknowledge your claims.
CELTICEMPIRE
Zulu Conqueror
"The British are coming back, they are throwing everything they've got into a desperate attempt to beat her rebellious colonies back into submission. But we have something they don't, we fight for freedom, where they fight for money. If they kill 10 of us for every one of them we kill, it will be they who get tire of it".
-K. B. Hedgewar, rallying support in Northern India
-K. B. Hedgewar, rallying support in Northern India
AlexRomaniaGrig
Warlord
The last update made a huge mistake.
The Semi-Independent Randomist Republic of Magyaromania does not belong to the Kingdom of Norway, it belongs to the Socialist Republic of Romania and it's capital is not Oslo, it's Satu-Mare.It's leader is Janosz Anyatmeghal and the flag is not a horizontal version of the Romania one, it's a combination of both Romania and Hungary.
And with the permission of Russia, Magyaromania intends to call itself Narnia from now on. Don't ask why, it's the will of the people. if their will is not granted, something even streanger will happen ( don't wory though).
The Semi-Independent Randomist Republic of Magyaromania does not belong to the Kingdom of Norway, it belongs to the Socialist Republic of Romania and it's capital is not Oslo, it's Satu-Mare.It's leader is Janosz Anyatmeghal and the flag is not a horizontal version of the Romania one, it's a combination of both Romania and Hungary.
And with the permission of Russia, Magyaromania intends to call itself Narnia from now on. Don't ask why, it's the will of the people. if their will is not granted, something even streanger will happen ( don't wory though).
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
I request GM action against Batmanistan aka Narnia aka Magyaromania.
Don't worry, the USSR will take care of that.
AlexRomaniaGrig
Warlord
Romania convinces Magyaromania that stupidity is not an option and Magyaromania decides to forget Batma... I mean Narnia.
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Wise decision *strokes white cat*
AlexRomaniaGrig
Warlord
Magyaromania changes to full communist.
*strokes red herring*
*strokes red herring*
Robert Can't
Éponine
Just question for the Nedim: Do rebel groups function the same as nations in regards to EP and AS?
AlexRomaniaGrig
Warlord
Whether they can ( or Can't) ( LOL), Romania does not support such rebels. Dutch always hated Romanians for some whatever reason, so we return the favor. of course, for 4 EP this will all change.
NedimNapoleon
Weird Little Human
Somewhat. Instead of investing into EP you invest into propaganda which gives you more members and thus increases your EP
Robert Can't
Éponine
It is the logical course of action... The train jumped up and down like a bucking horse and in the cramped second class coach you really could feel each rut of the railway. We have an opportunity and we must exploit it. The French Government can no longer ignore the threat we pose to their operations. There were 8 of them squashed into the one compartment. Wooden benches running down each side with a door at one end and a window at the other framed by frail yellow curtains that really did very little to block out the light. We have allies and we have enemies, this action will ensure that we make either a powerful enemy or a fearful neighbor. Either way it has to be done. Seven of them had been there on the day that Claude Mateiu had been murdered. They all still looked young; many of them were still university students. The other one was older; middle aged and wore more expensive and business like clothes. And that is why today, Finished de Guaimont We have with us today Francis Poulenc.
For the rest of the train journey the group of them discussed their plans. Francis looked ill at ease but still contributed to the best of his ability the intelligence he had gathered, even thought he knew what it would mean. The Train was a small one and was travelling on one of the older tracks across the Pyrenees. Tickets had been especially hard to come by on the main routes as so many people were heading to Barcelona. The majority of them were going there to celebrate world culture, to see marvels of technology and to make shady backdoor deals. However the group in this particular compartment had a more malign purpose in mind.
They got off the train in a small town in the hills called Campdevànol. De Guaimont walked over to the small stand on the platform where a young bored looking man was selling newspapers. De Guaimont paid the man and took a copy of the Diario de Barcelona and began to read it...
The situations changed. He reported back after they had got the connection train Its become even more vital that we do this now. You could say that our situation has become more precarious, he pointed at the headline on the newspaper But you could also say that they are now even weaker than ever!
So, Began Francis, Lets go over the plan again.
Do we have to, Interrupted the burly looking Occitan youth sitting beside him We know what were doing; weve been through it a thousand times. The plan is perfect and those damned Catalans wont know whats hit them!
Well go over it again if Mr Poulenc, wants us to. De Guaimont interjected forcefully. It was ever evident that he was the man in charge. So, were here to disrupt the activities of France at the Barcelona...
Sudden noise, the screeching of wheels, shouting from outside and the thumping of military boots on gravel; something had happened. One of the revolutionaries leaned out of the window. It was a sun dappled valley in the Pyrenees. Trees of a lush green caressed the sides of the hills like a velvet blanket, broken only by the haphazard descents of the mountain streams. And then of course there was the bunch of soldiers who had just stopped the train and were presenting some sort of search warrant to the train driver. It looks like some sort of search Anthoni.
Drat, De Guaimont replied I heard that they would be doing something like this on the main lines but not on these smaller ones. He paused for a moment in contemplation, why would they be searching this line? Surely there was no reason to suspect? Unles... Unless there was a traitor in their midst. He had to find out. Montmorency, I want you to go and have a look, I want you to go and ask them if there was any reason for the checking of this particular train.
Montmorency, a tall but unintimidating man got up and nodded. He was a shy man but rather handsome with a beautiful head of curly ginger locks that went down to his shoulders. He was one of De Guaimonts favourites and was also the source of many rumours that suggested that De Guaimont swung that way, sos to speak. All such rumours of course were fervently denied by both of them. Montmorency turned and walked to the door. He went to open the door and Francis Poulenc meekly said Good luck.
Montmorency turned and smiled I wont need it. Im just another passenger to them.
After Montmorency left De Guaimont went to the window of the car and leaned out, a few moments later there was Montmerency talking to one of the soldiers. The discussion looked calm at first but the expression on De Guaimonts face began to change as the soldier started getting a bit rough with Montmorency. Suddenly there was a rifle being swung over the shoulder a cry of pain and Montmorency fell to the floor. De Guaimont heard one of the soldiers shout something about Occitan insurgents. How did they know, he thought, my plan was brilliant! How can they stop me now? When Im so close...
Then the soldiers began to board the small train, De Guaimont turned to his now diminished group. We get out now. Theyve found us... Poulenc let out an audible squeal but the others were quickly into action, they moved out of the compartment quickly and efficiently, no longer hiding the rifles that had been hidden under their seats. The revolutionaries, flanking Poulenc and De Guaimont, moved down the train away from the soldiers. Upon reaching the door at the rear of the train one of them kicked it down and they all got out.
What about Montmorency? Poulenc asked as the filed out onto the tracks.
De Guaimont looked round to see where he had fallen but shook his head sadly, We cant go back; look, he gestured at the soldiers Theres about forty of them and six of us, and thats counting you.
Will he be alright?
We better hope so. Then the first crack of gunfire sounded echoing through the idyllic valley. One of the soldiers was pointing at the group, another was holding up his rifle ready to fire. Lets go! Shouted De Guaimont.
4 Years later...
De Guaimont was drinking his tea of the morning paper. Everyone else seemed to drink coffee but he thought Screw them Teas better. Revolutionary activities hasnt been going too strongly recently, sentiment had been reduced during the great big war. De Guaimont had wanted to strike at this time but support for the cause was just too low. And In his mind it was pointless to continue, support was just too low. Maybe they had all been fools and young. Maybe he should try and find a wife and settle down though that would be hard considering he was Frances most wanted.
However on this particular morning something was about to change all of that... One letter would change his mind, that one letter... It would change the whole world.
It looked quite unassuming in its small neat paper envelope.
4 Years earlier...
Thankfully the knock to the head hadnt put him out cold, but his head was still swirling from the pain of it. It was like some great artillery pounding in the back of his ear, he had only been a boy when the Great War had happened and it had been scary the soldiers, the guns but most of all the artillery. He go to sleep at night with the sound of it drumming in his ears like some sort of perverted orchestra of death. He had been scared, he remembered curling up in bed clasping on to his teddy and wishing, wishing and wishing that it would just all stop.
It was all flashing before his eyes as he lay there on the side of the railway line before he was broken out of it by a gunshot. He snapped around, his head still ringing, he saw the soldiers holding up guns and shooting to something in the distance. He started to clamber to his feet and scramble down away from the track, he was dizzy though and tripped and fell multiple times. How hadnt they seen him yet? How had they guessed? Or maybe how had they known? They had said something about the Basque, what did they have to do with it? He pushed his way through the bushes questions still ringing through his head. He was getting quite a way away from the sound of gunfire when he felt himself hit.
It had been one moment him pushing through the undergrowth the next he fell to the ground wincing in pain. His arm wouldnt respond, there was blood everywhere he could feel the life draining out of him, he slowly slipped from consciousness.
The next thing he knew he was on a makeshift bed in a wooden room. Surrounding him were several armed gentlemen and on the wall behind them was a flag... Green, white and red.
For the rest of the train journey the group of them discussed their plans. Francis looked ill at ease but still contributed to the best of his ability the intelligence he had gathered, even thought he knew what it would mean. The Train was a small one and was travelling on one of the older tracks across the Pyrenees. Tickets had been especially hard to come by on the main routes as so many people were heading to Barcelona. The majority of them were going there to celebrate world culture, to see marvels of technology and to make shady backdoor deals. However the group in this particular compartment had a more malign purpose in mind.
They got off the train in a small town in the hills called Campdevànol. De Guaimont walked over to the small stand on the platform where a young bored looking man was selling newspapers. De Guaimont paid the man and took a copy of the Diario de Barcelona and began to read it...
The situations changed. He reported back after they had got the connection train Its become even more vital that we do this now. You could say that our situation has become more precarious, he pointed at the headline on the newspaper But you could also say that they are now even weaker than ever!
So, Began Francis, Lets go over the plan again.
Do we have to, Interrupted the burly looking Occitan youth sitting beside him We know what were doing; weve been through it a thousand times. The plan is perfect and those damned Catalans wont know whats hit them!
Well go over it again if Mr Poulenc, wants us to. De Guaimont interjected forcefully. It was ever evident that he was the man in charge. So, were here to disrupt the activities of France at the Barcelona...
Sudden noise, the screeching of wheels, shouting from outside and the thumping of military boots on gravel; something had happened. One of the revolutionaries leaned out of the window. It was a sun dappled valley in the Pyrenees. Trees of a lush green caressed the sides of the hills like a velvet blanket, broken only by the haphazard descents of the mountain streams. And then of course there was the bunch of soldiers who had just stopped the train and were presenting some sort of search warrant to the train driver. It looks like some sort of search Anthoni.
Drat, De Guaimont replied I heard that they would be doing something like this on the main lines but not on these smaller ones. He paused for a moment in contemplation, why would they be searching this line? Surely there was no reason to suspect? Unles... Unless there was a traitor in their midst. He had to find out. Montmorency, I want you to go and have a look, I want you to go and ask them if there was any reason for the checking of this particular train.
Montmorency, a tall but unintimidating man got up and nodded. He was a shy man but rather handsome with a beautiful head of curly ginger locks that went down to his shoulders. He was one of De Guaimonts favourites and was also the source of many rumours that suggested that De Guaimont swung that way, sos to speak. All such rumours of course were fervently denied by both of them. Montmorency turned and walked to the door. He went to open the door and Francis Poulenc meekly said Good luck.
Montmorency turned and smiled I wont need it. Im just another passenger to them.
After Montmorency left De Guaimont went to the window of the car and leaned out, a few moments later there was Montmerency talking to one of the soldiers. The discussion looked calm at first but the expression on De Guaimonts face began to change as the soldier started getting a bit rough with Montmorency. Suddenly there was a rifle being swung over the shoulder a cry of pain and Montmorency fell to the floor. De Guaimont heard one of the soldiers shout something about Occitan insurgents. How did they know, he thought, my plan was brilliant! How can they stop me now? When Im so close...
Then the soldiers began to board the small train, De Guaimont turned to his now diminished group. We get out now. Theyve found us... Poulenc let out an audible squeal but the others were quickly into action, they moved out of the compartment quickly and efficiently, no longer hiding the rifles that had been hidden under their seats. The revolutionaries, flanking Poulenc and De Guaimont, moved down the train away from the soldiers. Upon reaching the door at the rear of the train one of them kicked it down and they all got out.
What about Montmorency? Poulenc asked as the filed out onto the tracks.
De Guaimont looked round to see where he had fallen but shook his head sadly, We cant go back; look, he gestured at the soldiers Theres about forty of them and six of us, and thats counting you.
Will he be alright?
We better hope so. Then the first crack of gunfire sounded echoing through the idyllic valley. One of the soldiers was pointing at the group, another was holding up his rifle ready to fire. Lets go! Shouted De Guaimont.
4 Years later...
De Guaimont was drinking his tea of the morning paper. Everyone else seemed to drink coffee but he thought Screw them Teas better. Revolutionary activities hasnt been going too strongly recently, sentiment had been reduced during the great big war. De Guaimont had wanted to strike at this time but support for the cause was just too low. And In his mind it was pointless to continue, support was just too low. Maybe they had all been fools and young. Maybe he should try and find a wife and settle down though that would be hard considering he was Frances most wanted.
However on this particular morning something was about to change all of that... One letter would change his mind, that one letter... It would change the whole world.
It looked quite unassuming in its small neat paper envelope.
4 Years earlier...
Thankfully the knock to the head hadnt put him out cold, but his head was still swirling from the pain of it. It was like some great artillery pounding in the back of his ear, he had only been a boy when the Great War had happened and it had been scary the soldiers, the guns but most of all the artillery. He go to sleep at night with the sound of it drumming in his ears like some sort of perverted orchestra of death. He had been scared, he remembered curling up in bed clasping on to his teddy and wishing, wishing and wishing that it would just all stop.
It was all flashing before his eyes as he lay there on the side of the railway line before he was broken out of it by a gunshot. He snapped around, his head still ringing, he saw the soldiers holding up guns and shooting to something in the distance. He started to clamber to his feet and scramble down away from the track, he was dizzy though and tripped and fell multiple times. How hadnt they seen him yet? How had they guessed? Or maybe how had they known? They had said something about the Basque, what did they have to do with it? He pushed his way through the bushes questions still ringing through his head. He was getting quite a way away from the sound of gunfire when he felt himself hit.
It had been one moment him pushing through the undergrowth the next he fell to the ground wincing in pain. His arm wouldnt respond, there was blood everywhere he could feel the life draining out of him, he slowly slipped from consciousness.
The next thing he knew he was on a makeshift bed in a wooden room. Surrounding him were several armed gentlemen and on the wall behind them was a flag... Green, white and red.
Bowsling
Deity
Looking through the stats. I don't see how they can possibly be right?
Countries by Economic Power:
-United States (30)
-USSR (30)
-Netherlands (28)
-Switzerland (25)
-Australia (22)
-Turkey (20)
-Italy (19)
-Germany (18)
-Iberia (18)
-Japan (18)
-United Kingdom (18)
-Brazil (16)
-Canada (15)
-France (15)
Not too sure if this is... an accurate picture of postwar (or indeed, post-Second-World-War) economies?
Countries by Economic Power:
-United States (30)
-USSR (30)
-Netherlands (28)
-Switzerland (25)
-Australia (22)
-Turkey (20)
-Italy (19)
-Germany (18)
-Iberia (18)
-Japan (18)
-United Kingdom (18)
-Brazil (16)
-Canada (15)
-France (15)
Not too sure if this is... an accurate picture of postwar (or indeed, post-Second-World-War) economies?
JohannaK
Heroically Clueless
Lo-lol. Dun worry, Italy is paying its war reparations, so its available EP is actually lower and ours higher. But France is NOT paying them, which something very naughty. 
Bowsling
Deity
I was primarily referring to some of the more abbsurd ones like Switzerland, the Netherlands, Australia and Turkey.
Where did you hear that France isn't paying reparations? That would be in violation of the treaty that we just signed, and is grounds for another invasion now that their army has been destroyed.
Where did you hear that France isn't paying reparations? That would be in violation of the treaty that we just signed, and is grounds for another invasion now that their army has been destroyed.
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