Lighthearter
President of the United States
Probably yes to an amphibious penalty, but tech should mitigate and EVENTUALLY eliminate it. IMHO, at least 
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Tani Coyote
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Assuming your tech is greater than an opponent's the effect will be a lot less profound.
Tani Coyote
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Terrorists.
Let me explain this element of the game a bit more, now that I've fleshed out the rules that govern them.
There are two terrorist factions that compete for dominance and donations, as of now, they are Crimson Sphere, led by Sonereal, and Bowser, led by AA.
Terrorists start with 5 bases scattered the world over, and can build new ones for 10 gold.
These bases produce an income of agents, which double as soldiers. When not sent on missions, agents protect bases in equal distribution.
Terrorist agents can go on a variety missions. Like ordinary agents, there's a 10% chance of terrorists dying regardless of success or failure.
-They can detonate T1 WMDs - nukes, PB or chems. During this mission, the amount they send vs. the amount of agents protecting against them determine the success rate.
-They can steal money. Each successful agent takes 1-5 gold.
-They can steal plans; this means they become privy to secret information, but more importantly, means all subsequent moves will succeed. They will know where any and all agents will be, and as such, will not have to worry about death or capture.
-They can incite riots and rebellions too. The rebels will be born with whatever the technology of the terrorists is.
Terrorists can have military levels and weapons programs.
Terrorists can also take over the governments of NPCs just like ordinary players; this is often hidden by the fact random coups and revolutions occur all the time independent of PC action. If taken over, a terrorist faction will seize 10% of that nation's income each turn.
Nations can respond to terrorists in a variety of ways:
-Hunting for them. The exact chance of finding a terrorist base depends on how many agents you send and how many bases there are in that country - you must get past the country's security teams(or get their permission to search) first. Therefore it is always prudent to search your own country first. If found, the terrorists will be placed on the map and can be fought akin to ordinary soldiers; you can fake an attack on a terrorist base if they are your allies.
-Aiding them. At the risk of them possibly turning on you, you can supply terrorists with money.
==
Sun Tzu once said all warfare is based on deception. In MP, this is incredibly true. Lying and basically cheating your way through agreements is an important way to increase your clout, provided you're not caught.
-Secret alliances and agreements are legit, but remember to inform the GM of them. Furthermore, betrayal of such alliances is a legal move.
-Posting false orders is legal; you must PM me your real moves.
-You can bluff about whatever you have. Likewise, you can bluff about discovering anything about other nations. What makes it hard to call the bluff is that the Steal Plans spy option for actual nations means you could easily be lying about what you found, telling the truth, or may have no even ordered such a mission at all.
-Enjoy your brinkmanship and paranoia!
Let me explain this element of the game a bit more, now that I've fleshed out the rules that govern them.
There are two terrorist factions that compete for dominance and donations, as of now, they are Crimson Sphere, led by Sonereal, and Bowser, led by AA.
Terrorists start with 5 bases scattered the world over, and can build new ones for 10 gold.
These bases produce an income of agents, which double as soldiers. When not sent on missions, agents protect bases in equal distribution.
Terrorist agents can go on a variety missions. Like ordinary agents, there's a 10% chance of terrorists dying regardless of success or failure.
-They can detonate T1 WMDs - nukes, PB or chems. During this mission, the amount they send vs. the amount of agents protecting against them determine the success rate.
-They can steal money. Each successful agent takes 1-5 gold.
-They can steal plans; this means they become privy to secret information, but more importantly, means all subsequent moves will succeed. They will know where any and all agents will be, and as such, will not have to worry about death or capture.
-They can incite riots and rebellions too. The rebels will be born with whatever the technology of the terrorists is.
Terrorists can have military levels and weapons programs.
Terrorists can also take over the governments of NPCs just like ordinary players; this is often hidden by the fact random coups and revolutions occur all the time independent of PC action. If taken over, a terrorist faction will seize 10% of that nation's income each turn.
Nations can respond to terrorists in a variety of ways:
-Hunting for them. The exact chance of finding a terrorist base depends on how many agents you send and how many bases there are in that country - you must get past the country's security teams(or get their permission to search) first. Therefore it is always prudent to search your own country first. If found, the terrorists will be placed on the map and can be fought akin to ordinary soldiers; you can fake an attack on a terrorist base if they are your allies.
-Aiding them. At the risk of them possibly turning on you, you can supply terrorists with money.
==
Sun Tzu once said all warfare is based on deception. In MP, this is incredibly true. Lying and basically cheating your way through agreements is an important way to increase your clout, provided you're not caught.
-Secret alliances and agreements are legit, but remember to inform the GM of them. Furthermore, betrayal of such alliances is a legal move.
-Posting false orders is legal; you must PM me your real moves.
-You can bluff about whatever you have. Likewise, you can bluff about discovering anything about other nations. What makes it hard to call the bluff is that the Steal Plans spy option for actual nations means you could easily be lying about what you found, telling the truth, or may have no even ordered such a mission at all.
-Enjoy your brinkmanship and paranoia!
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Final rename to Global Liberation Army
RP has arrived
***
The Worker, armed with only a pickaxe and a pair of worn down shoes he "requisitioned" from a worker who died of malnourishment the other day, mined deeper into the mineral deposits with the aid of many more like him. He worked before the sun rose and would work until the sun sat on the horizon. To this end, he would have one lunch break and be allotted several short bathroom breaks. Take too long of a break or too many breaks and the Worker's pay for the day would be docked. The money he earns is hardly enough to feed him, his wife, and his two children. So, he made sure he used the bathroom and drunk plenty of water before leaving the village to head to the mine. After all, if he passed out due to dehydration, his pay would be docked or he would possibly be fired.
Jamal wiped the beads of sweat flooding his vision and wrapped cloth around his head to keep both the sun and sweat out of his eyes. Every day, Jamal would swing once, twice, three times, and so on at the deposit. Slowly, the clinking sounds would combine with the clinking sounds of the dozens of other miners from his village working this sector. The rhythmic, almost constant sound helped him get through the day with minimum thought. The less he thought about work, the more he loss himself to the work, the less time he noticed his hands were covered in blisters or that his stomach growled.
He absentmindedly watched a convoy of GLA technicals bumped over the unpaved dirt roads to wherever they're needed or, more importantly, wherever the troops in the machine-gunner trucks were needed. One or two of those trucks will have armor piercing bullets to quell dissent. Some bore the intricate and effective patchworking that mark vehicles that have seen months of combat and field repairs. After the last truck passed by, Jamal got back to work.
Overlooking the mining operation were several men armed with AK-47s. The guns, made a hundred years ago, proved to work well enough for the job. After all, no one is bulletproof. When these guys came to kick out the local warlord a few years ago, the warlord had thought he could out-ambush or out guerrilla the GLA. When the warlord was found strung up the side of his compound knee first a few weeks into the conflict, it proved that no one out-foxes the fox.
***
Jarmen Kell took long, clam breathes. The scoped target did not move much. Not with his legs. He moved his arms around a lot though when he was making a point. Kell wasn't entirely sure what he was speaking (yelling?) about but no doubt, it was damning the GLA as just a bunch of violent psychotics.
Below Kell, the city bustled. The GLA had few agents in this city and unlike the outposts, the city has seen little violence. On the flipside, the GLA had many agents in the city as Prince Kassad was a master of concealing large movement and transport of anything. Little proof that the GLA was anything more than-
"Rabble! The 'Global Liberation Army' is nothing more th-"
The sniper round ripped across the sky from the top of the skyscraper Kell fired from. Two miles seperated the high-powered mounted sniper cannon from his target. His target didn't have a chance. One minute, the leader screamed about prosperity and unity and the next, he screamed as an armor-piercing round tore off half his skull in a gory explosion afforded by the AP round of the high-powered sniper rifle. Across the city, rifles fired and pistols met in response. An explosion in the commercial district rocked the city and fifteen minutes later, another, much larger, explosion went off in the same area.
***
Kassad (no relation to the Prince) and his squad waited in a boarded-up diner. The two-lane street was quiet. An intense shootout between the rebels and government forces killed dozens of civilians in the crossfire. The government won that battle and moved on. No doubt, in the Military Command Center, the generals leading the defense of the city consider this street to be safe for logistical purposes.
Ten minutes after Kassad thought this, a tank led a column of trucks, pushing cars out of the war with the nifty attachment mounted on the front. When the tank touched a certain blue truck...
The explosion damaged the tank without fully destroying it. In a building across the street from the diner, from a second-story window, a Type-69 RPG was mounted to the window and fired. The rocket impacted the tank, showering the troops disgorging from the leading truck with shrapnel and flaming pieces of debris and human remains.
The firefight started anew. The government forces must've had their own RPG for Kassad noticed the rocket fire from the back of a truck before it destroyed the mounted Type-69 before it could unleash death on the entrapped government forces again. When several more trucks arrived, however, the battle became a stalemate. A loud, cramped stalemate.
Until GLA reinforcements arrived.
The Battle Bus rammed through all the abandoned cars on the road, swerved around the destroyed tank, and smashed into the second truck of the convoy, smashing the truck through the wall of an unoccupied building. From the firepoints built into the bus, rebels fired and the occasional RPG lashed out. The government forces melted and the entrenched rebels rallied. The battle lasted only seven more minutes.
RP has arrived
***
The Worker, armed with only a pickaxe and a pair of worn down shoes he "requisitioned" from a worker who died of malnourishment the other day, mined deeper into the mineral deposits with the aid of many more like him. He worked before the sun rose and would work until the sun sat on the horizon. To this end, he would have one lunch break and be allotted several short bathroom breaks. Take too long of a break or too many breaks and the Worker's pay for the day would be docked. The money he earns is hardly enough to feed him, his wife, and his two children. So, he made sure he used the bathroom and drunk plenty of water before leaving the village to head to the mine. After all, if he passed out due to dehydration, his pay would be docked or he would possibly be fired.
Jamal wiped the beads of sweat flooding his vision and wrapped cloth around his head to keep both the sun and sweat out of his eyes. Every day, Jamal would swing once, twice, three times, and so on at the deposit. Slowly, the clinking sounds would combine with the clinking sounds of the dozens of other miners from his village working this sector. The rhythmic, almost constant sound helped him get through the day with minimum thought. The less he thought about work, the more he loss himself to the work, the less time he noticed his hands were covered in blisters or that his stomach growled.
He absentmindedly watched a convoy of GLA technicals bumped over the unpaved dirt roads to wherever they're needed or, more importantly, wherever the troops in the machine-gunner trucks were needed. One or two of those trucks will have armor piercing bullets to quell dissent. Some bore the intricate and effective patchworking that mark vehicles that have seen months of combat and field repairs. After the last truck passed by, Jamal got back to work.
Overlooking the mining operation were several men armed with AK-47s. The guns, made a hundred years ago, proved to work well enough for the job. After all, no one is bulletproof. When these guys came to kick out the local warlord a few years ago, the warlord had thought he could out-ambush or out guerrilla the GLA. When the warlord was found strung up the side of his compound knee first a few weeks into the conflict, it proved that no one out-foxes the fox.
***
Jarmen Kell took long, clam breathes. The scoped target did not move much. Not with his legs. He moved his arms around a lot though when he was making a point. Kell wasn't entirely sure what he was speaking (yelling?) about but no doubt, it was damning the GLA as just a bunch of violent psychotics.
Below Kell, the city bustled. The GLA had few agents in this city and unlike the outposts, the city has seen little violence. On the flipside, the GLA had many agents in the city as Prince Kassad was a master of concealing large movement and transport of anything. Little proof that the GLA was anything more than-
"Rabble! The 'Global Liberation Army' is nothing more th-"
The sniper round ripped across the sky from the top of the skyscraper Kell fired from. Two miles seperated the high-powered mounted sniper cannon from his target. His target didn't have a chance. One minute, the leader screamed about prosperity and unity and the next, he screamed as an armor-piercing round tore off half his skull in a gory explosion afforded by the AP round of the high-powered sniper rifle. Across the city, rifles fired and pistols met in response. An explosion in the commercial district rocked the city and fifteen minutes later, another, much larger, explosion went off in the same area.
***
Kassad (no relation to the Prince) and his squad waited in a boarded-up diner. The two-lane street was quiet. An intense shootout between the rebels and government forces killed dozens of civilians in the crossfire. The government won that battle and moved on. No doubt, in the Military Command Center, the generals leading the defense of the city consider this street to be safe for logistical purposes.
Ten minutes after Kassad thought this, a tank led a column of trucks, pushing cars out of the war with the nifty attachment mounted on the front. When the tank touched a certain blue truck...
The explosion damaged the tank without fully destroying it. In a building across the street from the diner, from a second-story window, a Type-69 RPG was mounted to the window and fired. The rocket impacted the tank, showering the troops disgorging from the leading truck with shrapnel and flaming pieces of debris and human remains.
The firefight started anew. The government forces must've had their own RPG for Kassad noticed the rocket fire from the back of a truck before it destroyed the mounted Type-69 before it could unleash death on the entrapped government forces again. When several more trucks arrived, however, the battle became a stalemate. A loud, cramped stalemate.
Until GLA reinforcements arrived.
The Battle Bus rammed through all the abandoned cars on the road, swerved around the destroyed tank, and smashed into the second truck of the convoy, smashing the truck through the wall of an unoccupied building. From the firepoints built into the bus, rebels fired and the occasional RPG lashed out. The government forces melted and the entrenched rebels rallied. The battle lasted only seven more minutes.
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You saw this coming. I hereby tell Egypt and Israel to gtfo.
Sovereign Kingdom of Christ in Jerusalem
Or the Crusader State, unofficially.
Religion: Mostly Roman Catholic with Protestant and Orthodox minorities.
Social: Totalitarian
Fiscal: Welfare State
Foreign Policy: imperialist
Language: Latin and New Hebrew
Currency: Potatoes. Just kidding. Credits, which are a digital currency kept inside a personal credit chip.
Sovereign Kingdom of Christ in Jerusalem
Or the Crusader State, unofficially.
Religion: Mostly Roman Catholic with Protestant and Orthodox minorities.
Social: Totalitarian
Fiscal: Welfare State
Foreign Policy: imperialist
Language: Latin and New Hebrew
Currency: Potatoes. Just kidding. Credits, which are a digital currency kept inside a personal credit chip.
Tani Coyote
Son of Huehuecoyotl
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Well, Israel will move anyway.
Israel replaced with Kingdom of Naples.
Israel replaced with Kingdom of Naples.
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The sounds of rockets, artillery, gunfire, screaming, death, war, destruction, and violence became nothing more than distant rumbles of meaningful sound as they tried to bore their way down beneath the city. Pass the sewers. Pass the wires that brought electricity to the rich above. Pass the gas lines and the water lines and the broadband and subway deep under the city. Like a metallic heart, the complex beneath city beats with the energy of the one by which the psychic link is created.
So saith the Sun God. So saith Truth. So saith the Walking Man, ye Traveler, and cry Discordia!
He sat on a large throne of marble. Powerfully-built, stoic, and above all else, powerful, the man who was truly running the show above let Kassad, Thrax, Mohamar, and Juhziz wage war against the government that oppressed the people. Oppression will be met with oppression under the guise of liberation but the four believed in their cause and thanks to
The Sun God, Truth, the Dark King, the Walking Man, the Emperor of the Four Crimson Orders
Father, they will be granted victory. An outline of a faint smile formed before disappearing into the thinning sea of time.
An RPG hits the palace.
And the sea is indeed thinning.
Rebels have overrun a government checkpoint. They're swarming to the gates of the pala-
Salvos of rocket added to the growing din of war. An-
The loyalist government and legislative body are hold up in the chamber. I just received word that a suicidal bomber just took out the IFV defending th-
Father grasped the Crimson Orb with his right hand and felt the energies contained within bend to his indomitable will.
The rebels have broken into the chamber. The coup is complete! The coup is-
But the coup is never complete. The people are never truly liberated in this life and thus they ar-
-assacre!
So saith the Sun God. So saith Truth. So saith the Walking Man, ye Traveler, and cry Discordia!
He sat on a large throne of marble. Powerfully-built, stoic, and above all else, powerful, the man who was truly running the show above let Kassad, Thrax, Mohamar, and Juhziz wage war against the government that oppressed the people. Oppression will be met with oppression under the guise of liberation but the four believed in their cause and thanks to
The Sun God, Truth, the Dark King, the Walking Man, the Emperor of the Four Crimson Orders
Father, they will be granted victory. An outline of a faint smile formed before disappearing into the thinning sea of time.
An RPG hits the palace.
And the sea is indeed thinning.
Rebels have overrun a government checkpoint. They're swarming to the gates of the pala-
Salvos of rocket added to the growing din of war. An-
The loyalist government and legislative body are hold up in the chamber. I just received word that a suicidal bomber just took out the IFV defending th-
Father grasped the Crimson Orb with his right hand and felt the energies contained within bend to his indomitable will.
The rebels have broken into the chamber. The coup is complete! The coup is-
But the coup is never complete. The people are never truly liberated in this life and thus they ar-
-assacre!
Mosher
Mushroom dad
The Comintern
Earlier this fine day, the glorious nations of Angola and Israel have come together to form an economic and military union, thus known as the Comintern. Any and all nations with a mixed or more regulated economy are eligible to join.*
*All potential members will be reviewed by the current members
Bowser was pacing anxiously. Stuff like this wasn't supposed to happen to him, it was supposed to happen to that chump Mario! Princess Peach was missing! And he had only just kidnapped her, too! Kamek, get your yellow butt over here right now!
Kamek swooped in through the window on his broomstick. Yes, your rancidness, I'm here!
Why haven't you found Peach yet!?
We're working on it, your fetidness!
Try again.
Stinyness?
...
Awesomeness?
There we go.
We just need a little more time!
I don't want excuses, I want results! I should be out there conquering the world but I'm stick in here
But your crushyness, the Goombas in the cow are... And suddenly, there was an explosion or something.
What the heck was that!?
It sounded like an explosion or something! Should I go find out what it was?
Ugh, it's probably just that stupid plumber again. Doesn't he know Peach is MY bride yet? Go throw some magic Goomba crap at him or whatever you normally do.
Yes, your jerkliness. Kamek quickly flew out the window to see what Mario was up to. Seconds later, he flew back in with a distant look on his face.
Well? What was it? Mario?
Um... no.
What about Wario? MAN that guy smells, last time he came over I had to burn all my awesome tapestries because they all smelled like garlic farts.
No... and ew...
Well, what was it? That green guy?
Who? Anyway, well... Lord Bowser, we seem to be... how should I put this...
GET ON WITH IT! Don't you know Angry Housetoads comes on in like 5 minutes!?
we'reinaotherdimension.
What, again?
Kamek swooped in through the window on his broomstick. Yes, your rancidness, I'm here!
Why haven't you found Peach yet!?
We're working on it, your fetidness!
Try again.
Stinyness?
...
Awesomeness?
There we go.
We just need a little more time!
I don't want excuses, I want results! I should be out there conquering the world but I'm stick in here
But your crushyness, the Goombas in the cow are... And suddenly, there was an explosion or something.
What the heck was that!?
It sounded like an explosion or something! Should I go find out what it was?
Ugh, it's probably just that stupid plumber again. Doesn't he know Peach is MY bride yet? Go throw some magic Goomba crap at him or whatever you normally do.
Yes, your jerkliness. Kamek quickly flew out the window to see what Mario was up to. Seconds later, he flew back in with a distant look on his face.
Well? What was it? Mario?
Um... no.
What about Wario? MAN that guy smells, last time he came over I had to burn all my awesome tapestries because they all smelled like garlic farts.
No... and ew...
Well, what was it? That green guy?
Who? Anyway, well... Lord Bowser, we seem to be... how should I put this...
GET ON WITH IT! Don't you know Angry Housetoads comes on in like 5 minutes!?
we'reinaotherdimension.
What, again?
Warsaw, Poland, Partitionania
Turn 12
15:24 CET
"Oh, it is just a red button."
The dying Prime Minister could only watch as General Ivan pressed the button, sending out the code to launch all over Partitionania’s nuclear arsenal against the nations of Russia and Germany. The General then motioned to his troops that they should leave, and they moved out, one by one. Now, the only thing left in the Prime Minister’s office was the dying man and Ivan. He calmly turned to face him, and then sat in a chair.
“Well Gordon, I’m sorry you can’t see the fireworks show, but I’ll remember to take some pictures to show you when we meet in the afterlife. No hard feelings right? Anyways, got to go. Have fun.”
With that, General Ivan left the room, and leaving the Prime Minister in a bloody pool on the ground. He could only lay there, thinking about why that man could have launched those nukes. Thankfully, death took him quickly, so he didn’t have to feel more pain.
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Warsaw, Poland, Partitionania
Turn 0
20:12 CET
“Come on Gordon, wake up! It’s time to celebrate, you’re the new Prime Minister.”
Gordon was being shaken by a middle-age woman, while sitting on a couch. He was in a fairly small room, almost looked to be a standard living room. A TV was in front of him, with the news flashing on it. On the floor, sat a young child playing with some toys.
He clutched at his stomach, as if still feeling the pain. But there was nothing, no wound, no blood, no pain. The woman, who he now recognized as his wife just laughed.
“Ah, your awake. Here, I’ll just get Waldek to go to sleep and then get the drinks, okay?”
She got up and went to the child. Gordon watched as she grabbed Waldek’s hand, saying something about its time for bed, and leading him down the hall. The child of course gave some cries of protest. After they were out of view, the Prime Minister sat and wondered how he was still alive.
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Warsaw, Poland, Partitionania
Turn 0
11:43 CET
Prime Minister Gordon sat at his desk, reviewing some papers he had gotten this morning. As he reached for his coffee, the door opened and in came four men, dressed in general’s uniforms. They stood at attention and Gordon got up as well.
“You wanted to see us sir?” said one.
“Why yes, hello. I just wanted to meet the men who ran our military, now what are your names?”
“Mateusz.”
“Przemo.”
“Wielisław.”
“Ivan.”
Gordon stared at the General named Ivan, glaring at him.
“You’re fired, Ivan.”
“What is this? I just walked in the room and now you are firing me. Seriously?”
“Yes, get out.”
Ivan looked angry, understandably so, and turned and left. When the door slammed, the Prime Minister continued.
“Men, I had this idea. As you know, neutral nations are easily stomped on by larger powers. No one wants to stand up for them. But now, that is going to change. I am proposing the Warsaw Pact for Neutral Nations to all of Europe, in order for them to live, and it be a safer world.”
Turn 12
15:24 CET
"Oh, it is just a red button."
The dying Prime Minister could only watch as General Ivan pressed the button, sending out the code to launch all over Partitionania’s nuclear arsenal against the nations of Russia and Germany. The General then motioned to his troops that they should leave, and they moved out, one by one. Now, the only thing left in the Prime Minister’s office was the dying man and Ivan. He calmly turned to face him, and then sat in a chair.
“Well Gordon, I’m sorry you can’t see the fireworks show, but I’ll remember to take some pictures to show you when we meet in the afterlife. No hard feelings right? Anyways, got to go. Have fun.”
With that, General Ivan left the room, and leaving the Prime Minister in a bloody pool on the ground. He could only lay there, thinking about why that man could have launched those nukes. Thankfully, death took him quickly, so he didn’t have to feel more pain.
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Warsaw, Poland, Partitionania
Turn 0
20:12 CET
“Come on Gordon, wake up! It’s time to celebrate, you’re the new Prime Minister.”
Gordon was being shaken by a middle-age woman, while sitting on a couch. He was in a fairly small room, almost looked to be a standard living room. A TV was in front of him, with the news flashing on it. On the floor, sat a young child playing with some toys.
He clutched at his stomach, as if still feeling the pain. But there was nothing, no wound, no blood, no pain. The woman, who he now recognized as his wife just laughed.
“Ah, your awake. Here, I’ll just get Waldek to go to sleep and then get the drinks, okay?”
She got up and went to the child. Gordon watched as she grabbed Waldek’s hand, saying something about its time for bed, and leading him down the hall. The child of course gave some cries of protest. After they were out of view, the Prime Minister sat and wondered how he was still alive.
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Warsaw, Poland, Partitionania
Turn 0
11:43 CET
Prime Minister Gordon sat at his desk, reviewing some papers he had gotten this morning. As he reached for his coffee, the door opened and in came four men, dressed in general’s uniforms. They stood at attention and Gordon got up as well.
“You wanted to see us sir?” said one.
“Why yes, hello. I just wanted to meet the men who ran our military, now what are your names?”
“Mateusz.”
“Przemo.”
“Wielisław.”
“Ivan.”
Gordon stared at the General named Ivan, glaring at him.
“You’re fired, Ivan.”
“What is this? I just walked in the room and now you are firing me. Seriously?”
“Yes, get out.”
Ivan looked angry, understandably so, and turned and left. When the door slammed, the Prime Minister continued.
“Men, I had this idea. As you know, neutral nations are easily stomped on by larger powers. No one wants to stand up for them. But now, that is going to change. I am proposing the Warsaw Pact for Neutral Nations to all of Europe, in order for them to live, and it be a safer world.”
Tani Coyote
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